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Part 5 The man, DomTop617, began to ease his cum-covered cock slowly into my hole as I was finishing up swallowing the cum he had given me. The cum he had given me from a used condom. "You sure you want to be doing this, boy?" Steve croaked out. I was surprised he was saying anything, since he had been spending the whole time with his mouth open. I think he was in shock that this scene of degradation and humiliation was going on in front of him. I'm sure he asked the question out of concern. After all, the man who was about to enter me bare I had known for merely a few minutes. But the humiliation and degradation were drugs to me that pumped my cock full of blood, making my penis rock hard. I answered: "I want this! I'm a pig!" I smiled. I never felt so filthy, my stomach filled with cum, my face and hair with drying piss. Since I had fucked several times previous to his arrival, DomTop617 had no trouble easing his cock into my hole. The images in my head of what was going on added to the very real feeling of his cock in me; he was starting to pick up a nice steady thrusting. A hard unexpected slap on my right ass cheek, the slapping of his balls against my body, the new feeling of skin to skin contact inside me. It was an exposed feeling, like walking in the rain without a jacket (I know... Cliche). It was exhilarating. DomTop617 thrust a few more times before pulling out quickly, leaving my hole exposed. I didn't have time to think before he walked around and faced me. He stood there and grabbed the back of my head and thrust his cock in my mouth, and began fucking my throat. I had had experience deepthroating before but this was on a new level. I swear I could feel the tip of his penis hit the back of my throat, and i began gagging and dry heaving. Every ten seconds or so, he would pull out, give me a few seconds to catch my breath, and then resume the assault on my mouth and throat. All while being peppered with "Take that you dumb whore" "Choke bitch" from the assailant. At the time, it didn't really register that this cock in my mouth was in my ass. After a few minutes of this, DomTop617 said: "You want this back in your pussy, huh?", slapping his cock against my forehead. Tears were streaming down my face. Saliva down my chin. "Yes Sir!" He went back behind me. He slid right back in and continued thrusting. As this was going on, I didn't even realize that Steve has gotten completely naked, his obese grotesque frame coming into my field of view. He got real close to me and turned around, his ass up close and personal. He was shaking slightly, a new awkward confidence springing up. "Eat my ass, boy" To be continued What do you all think so far? Any ideas?

Part 4 Raw? It was the fantasy that I had had for the longest time, and the fantasy that made me cum so many times in my bedroom. But that's all it was intended, a fantasy. I had backed out of many tops, including Tom, the gangbang organizer, for their insistence on going bare. Surely I would back out now. I would respectfully say I was done, wash up, get dressed, and be on my way. But then another thought invaded my senses. You have already eaten his ass the voice said in my head. You fucking drank his piss and drank piss from the toilet. The voice in my head was mocking me. And now you're just going to get up and leave? The man looked down on me, as he started undressing. Taking off his shirt revealed a tanned dad bod with dark and grey chest hair scattered throughout, and he finally removed his pants complete. Grey boxers barely hiding a curves bulge. He could tell I was hesitant. He reached down and brought his boxers down quickly and threw them to the side. The cock that had hypnotized me stared at me, it's fully erect curved posture made my asshole involuntarily open. I was still on my knees, and he he guided my body towards on all fours. I could feel him mounting me, and he began to slap his cock against my hole. I groaned like a bitch in heat. "So, boy, what do you say?" My response was automatic: "Fuck me Sir. Fill me up Sir!" His cock continued to slap against my hole. "I have no lube, boy." He said, and I could hear him grabbing the bin and bringing it over to himself. I could hear him sifting through it. "It's such a shame that you took a Man's cock with a barrier. It's such a waste. You offer your hole only to deny a Man his full right to plant his seed where he wants" he said calmly. I started to shake a little, exhilarated by the anticipation. "I will use the cum in these condoms as my lube, boy." "Yes Sir. I am sorry Sir" I said, again automatically. I turned my head, still in the doggy position. I could see him take out a used condom, and he began to squeeze out the cum, it oozing out onto his hand. He began to cover his cock with the semen until it was completely wet. He took a second used condom, again squeezed contents out, and without warning brought the hand filled with semen to my nose. "Inhale, that's what's you're missing" he said, and I inhaled it like it was a drug. I sniffed and sniffed, and he lowered his hand to my mouth, and without waiting for him to order me, I started sucking the cum out of his mouth. "Damm, boy. You just ate cum from a used condom. Good piggy. I think you are ready" His hand retreated from my mouth, and his cum covered cock began to slowly make it's entrance into my hole. There would be no turning back from this. To be continued.

Part 3 We? The word echoed in my mind, but before I could process it, the man turner around and walked towards the bathroom, it's door halfway open. He issued no command, but I felt myself wanting to join him. I mean, he did say "We" after all. Just as he was about to enter the bathroom, his back still turner, I began to crawl on my knees towards the bathroom, the scratchy purple carpet brushing my knees. I knew my asshole was exposed to Steve as I crawled on my knees towards the man; I thought this must have been a wonderful sight to see. My heart raced, my mind spinning with possibilities, but I didn’t stoo. I couldn’t resist. I crawled into the bathroom. The bathroom was small, the air heavy with the scent of stale soap and mildew. The floor was grimy and there were old piss stains on the floor near the toilet. The man closed the door behind us, the click of the lock sending a shiver down my spine. He turned to me, his eyes dark and intense, and I felt a wave of panic wash over me. “You’re going to help me with this,” he said, his voice low and commanding. His right hand touched my chin, and his left hand patted the rim of the toilet. I instantly knew what he wanted, and so I placed my chin on the rim of the toilet seat and then turned my face to look at him. "If you want my cock inside you, you will need to do more than eat my ass. I will piss in this toilet now, the more piss that ends up in your mouth and down your throat, the more likely I will give you that gift. It's your choice. " The view was surreal. I would never in a million years think I would be laying on a toilet rim, with a man lording over me, ready to use me as his urinal. It was my choice. As I was thinking, the man slowly brought his semiereck closer to my mouth, the beautiful thing, and I greedily tried to take it with my hands. He recoiled and lightly slapped my hand away. "No, no, no. You know what you have to do. The door is always there. You can leave at any time. But, you need to do this if you want my cock inside you" Looking at him, and without a word, I did what I thought i would never do. I opened my mouth, and kept it open, waiting for this golden gift. The man positioned his cock like he normally would in any normal pissing scenario, and a pregnant pause went by. Finally, a strong stream of piss, yellow and golden, flowed down past me into the toilet. He wanted me to go for it. He wasn't going to directly piss on me. So, I leaned forward so the stream caught my mouth. I am embarrassed to say that most of it left my mouth and spilled onto my chest, hair, and the floor. The man smirked, but I needed his cock. I shook off the initial surprise and brought my mouth back to the stream. It filled my mouth pretty quickly, and without time to think, I swallowed the warm and bitter urine into my mouth. I gagged and coughed as the man decided to bring the rest of his stream towards me, bathing me in his golden shower. He finished, laughed, and rubbed my face and hair with his urine. I was completely covered in his urine, still gagging from my first experience swallowing urine. There was a small puddle of urine on the ground next to me. I knew what he would ask, so I instinctively began trying to slurp up the urine that was on the floor. Quite the weirdo I am; I would be hesitant to try some things but on other things more than willing to do. As I was doing this,.my hole was exposed, and the man occasionally would slap my ass or finger my hole as I was lapping up the urine. Finally, when I thought I was done, I looked up a d smiled at him. "All done, Sir" The man, now arms crossed and pants zipped, pointed at the toilet. "There's still some in there" I looked at the toilet, and the water, which was yellow now. Again, the usual internal refusals argued in my head. But, then a devil whispered in my ear: "You've already licked this guy's asshole, and drank his urine, why leave empty handed?" The devil won. With my left hand, I reached down into the toilet and cupped some of the yellow liquid, and with a quick motion, brought it to my mouth. I swallowed fast. The usual gagging started. I fell supine onto the bathroom floor and gagged and choked. The man chuckled. He opened the bathroom door. He left towards the main room, but as walked away, he said, " You have thirty seconds to come out here on all fours or I am leaving" Still slightly gagging, I started to crawl on my belly towards the bathroom door. When I got to the threshold, I was able to get to my knees and crawl towards the man, who was looking through the bin. Why was he doing that? I stopped about two feet from him, and got into position on all fours, my elbows and knees running the carpet. The man turned. He looked my over, slapped my ass hard. "Looks Steve, his little cock is harder than a rock!". He was right. Despite submitting to this degradation, my penis was swollen and erect. The man slapped at my penis lightly. "Now, it is time. I will fuck you, boy. " He looked at the bin again, with the used condoms: "I only fuck raw" he said matter-of-fact, and that utterance was the most terrifying and exhilarating heard that day. To be continued.

Part 2 ( the parts will be shorter) "If you want this Cock, you'll have to earn it" He turned around, his back to me, and pulled down his jeans just enough to expose his ass. The smell hit me first—musky, salty, the sweat of a long day. He spread his cheeks, and I hesitated. “Lick it, boy,” he ordered, his voice dripping with contempt. No, absolutely not! I would never do that! Those rules, which I had followed up until that point, were pounding in my head. But I thought of where I was and what I was doing. I'm sitting on my knees, naked, looking straight at an older mans asshole, with a bin of used condoms to my right. An even older man, perverted, sitting on his computer chair, watching the whole thing. The whole scene was humiliating, and as I thought this was cock got even more excited. I waddled forward, approaching this Man's hole awkwardly. I relived his hands from exposing his asshole, instead using mine. "What am I doing?". But, without really thinking, I plunged in, like diving into the deep end. I obeyed, my tongue working its way around his hole, tasting the salt and musk. It was humiliating, degrading, and yet, it was exactly what I’d been craving. My cock stiffened further, a traitorous response to the shame coursing through me. I licked, kissed his hole with passion, knowing what presents I would get in return. “Good boy,” he muttered, a twisted note of approval in his voice. When he finally turned back around, his cock was fully hard, jutting out from his body like a weapon. He grabbed my chin again, forcing me to look up at him. "I had a few beers before I came over, and I need to pee." He looked over at Steve. "Do you mind if we use your bathroom?" Steve nodded. I wondered. We?

Part 1 I suppose you could call my sex life up until that point as 'wildly vanilla'. I was 19 and still living at home in Boston, Massachusetts. Closeted and worried about being found out, I made my hookups exclusively online. I didn't think I looked attractive, but Men always lusted after me, especially after I sent them pics of my ass. I was 5'11, 180 pounds. Not the skinniest but definitely not heavy. I was and still am attracted to older Men. I was always on CL and Grindr, hooking up with Men, oftentimes these Men were married. I suppose the Men enjoyed my boyish looks and submissiveness, and they enjoyed deepthroating me and skullfucking me. That was the craziest I would ever go. When I would hookup with these Men and they would fuck me, it was always with a condom. At the time, I was scared shitless of catching a bug that I always made sure that the Man was covered before he fucked me. My hookups went further when I found a Men's Gangbang group on CL. They were specifically looking for boys my age (18/19) to serve as bottom boys for a group of Men in their 50s. To me, this was a dream come true. Every few months, the group would meet, and I would be fucked by 7 or 8 older men. But, always with a condom. The groups organizer, Tom, always asked to go bare, and while his thick, 9 inch cock was always breeding my ass in my.dreams, I never got the courage to let him go in bare. With this gangbang group, you'd think a bottom boy would be satisfied, right? However, there was something missing. While I was getting fucked regularly by older Men, I felt that most were too passive, too nice, not assertive or verbal enough. I wanted a Man to take charge and use me as he pleased. These thought were swimming in my head one summer day when I got an email from a member of the Gangbang group. We will call him Steve. Steve was an older Man in the group who could not get an erection anymore but still attended the events to see the action (hey, he supplied the booze). He wanted to organize a gangbang with me at his apartment in the North End. He said he did not want to invite any members of the group, but rather, get random Men from CL to show up to his place and fuck my ass. I replied to him and eagerly said yes, reminding him that I wanted to still play safe and use condoms. He said of course and would be watching to make sure that the Men used protection. I also told him my desires for a strong ,verbal top. He too said he would put that in the ad. He said he would put the ad up and organize the gangbang in three days. A few days later, I have arrived at Haymarket MBTA station waiting for Steve to pick me up. "What am I thinking? Random Men? And I don't even know Steve that well! And I am getting in the car with him? What if he is a serial killer?" These thoughts rang through my head as an unassuming black sedan parked on the curb in front of me. "Brandon?" Steve said as he poked his head out of the car window. I sort of recognized him, as I had really only seen him when I was in the middle of sucking two sucks while simulatanoisly being fucked from behind. "Sir?" I said, my obedience flowing naturally. Without another word, I got into the front passenger side. As it was summer in Boston, it was brutally humid. I was wearing a gray t-shirt and green shorts, with a red jockstrap hidden beneath. Steve began to drive off and made small chit chat. We talked about the Sox, the weather, and the like. It was at this point, at at light, when Steve reached in my shorts with one hand and began to fondle my cock. As the light turned green and he drove, he continued. "You said you wanted an assertive man, huh?" He said with a certain, grandfatherly charm. Steve was harmless, and I let him touch me, if only out of pity. A fat, out of shape man in his sixties, he had been unable to get an erection for quite some time. After a minute or two, the fondling stopped, and within five minutes, we had arrived at Steve's place. A typical, triple decker apartment you find in any movie set in Boston, Steve lived alone in the entire place, there were no tenants currently. I followed Steve into his first floor apartment, a one bedroom apartment. Upon entering to my immediate left I could see a PC and a computer chair. The rest of the living room was carpeted in a weird purple color, with a huge wide area with no furniture at all. To the far right of the room led into the bathroom. I wasted no time getting naked. Now that I was here, I was excited! I could barely fold my clothes properly and place them in the corner near Steves computer. I stood there, 19 years young, smooth with a bubble butt, in front of Steve. "Brandon, would you mind if you give me a.blowjob?" Steve said rather directly. Out of pity, I acquised and tried my best. His two inch member was not a problem getting in my mouth and he lasted about five seconds before my mouth became filled with his cum. I looked at him, and swallowed. I try my best to be submissive. Steve rested for a moment before getting on his iPad. "I've been messaging all these men all day today. The first man is outside. The door in unlocked. I'll tell him to come in" After an awkward moment, the door was heard opening and a footsteps walking up the stairs. He walked in, his eyes lit up when he saw me in my ready position, my knees to the ground, face down, ass up. He was a man who looked to be in early to mid 40s, with orange hair wearing a sleeveless white t-shirt and blue shorts. Those quickly came off and he was quick to start eating my ass, something I never did but didn't mind if someone did it to me. It felt good but I had wished there was another cock to suck as this was going on. Gangbangs spoiled me. After a few minutes of rimming, I could hear the awkward ripping of the condom wrapper and the few second pause as he encased his cock. He lightly tapped his covered cock on my hole, and then slowly began to thrust in. As he fucked me, his thrusts got quicker and faster, until the familiar satisfied grunt and he collapsed on top of me for a moment, before taking the condom off, tossing it on the garbage can, getting dressed, and left the apartment. This continued six more times, with Men all doing the same thing basically. Enter, condom on, fuck me, condom in trash. Steve watched, enjoying it on his way I suppose. I started getting bored, even while I was getting fucked. My cock remained flaccid. "Where was the assertiveness? The aggressive, Dom top I had always wanted ?" I thought to myself. The sixth man had just deposited his cum-filled condom in the bin and left. I was considering making up an excuse to leave. "Another one coming, Brandon. DomTop617 is his screename. He wants you to answer the door, naked. That will be hot" For the first time, a butterfly flew in stomach. A small thing, answering the door, but I would be nude, in full view of a possible passerby. My cock began to quiver. I meekly walked down the stairs, the stairs feeling longer than before. The stairs were carpeted the same as the apartment. Though I was naked, the humidity was overwhelming as I opened the door. As soon as I answered the door a hand grabbed (pushed?) my face with such force that I spun around and fell.to my.knees on one of the bottom steps. My pale, white ass was exposed to this stranger. "Bitch, crawl up the stairs slowly " the stranger said. I did as I was told. Like I said, submissive. I slowly moved up the stairs on my knees, the stranger slapping my ass cherks hard a few times ,causing me to stop for a moment. The stranger moved slowly behind me. I made it up the stairs to Steves apartment. Steve sat there on his computer chair, stunned. I remained my knees but the stranger continued to slap my ass, this time harder. A strange thing was happening. My cock was starting to stiffen. Not completely. The slapping stopped. I felt the stranger stick two fingers in my asshole and felt around for a moment. He took them out and with his other hand grabbed me by the chin and stuck the ass-invading fingers in my mouth. "Suck, slut" After about ten seconds of me sucking his fingers , he let go, leaving me to.taste the aftertaste of my sweaty ass juices. He stood before me, about four feet away from me. He was white, in his late 50s. He had silver hair with hints of brown He wore blue jeans with a white sleeveless t-shirt. He wasnt conventionally muscular but muscular from years of hard manuel labor. Then he took out his cock. He unzipped his jeans and pulled out his manhood, a cock of enormous width that looked like the width of my wrist. Exaggerating of course, but the length was of about 7 to 8 inches. It was spectacular. I don't know what came over me. I needed that cock. I wadded over on my knees and instinctively went to suck his cock. He then did the same thing when I answered the door, he pushed my face to the ground. "If you want this cock, you'll have to earn it". Part 2 coming soon