Dirtymindedpig

I'll be coming in to town March 15-18, but arriving very early (1:30am) so will need a place. are there cleaning stations? What are rooms like? Any special rooms?

Are they so popular they sell out months in advance? Or do they just not do online reservations? I've tried multiple spreads in March and April, no luck.

Is Cheshire still the hotel to go to? I looked online for three weekends in March and no availability. any other suggestions?

Will be staying at All Worlds for weekend, getting a room. Any top guys into taking charge of me for the weekend and sharing me with anybody they want? Definitely into blindfolded play

October 6-9, Marco Polo motel and club z. neg, not on prep. No guy load refused

Will have a motel room and having open door pump n dump. Neg, not on prep anymore, and taking any and all loads. ultimate fantasy would be to lose my pnp cherry by having someone shove a shard up in me without asking/telling. Otherwise, I will continue to chicken out.

Does club Z have cleaning stations in the bathrooms? Or do I need to pre-clean?

Treasure Island Media 1000 Load Fuck

I saw in another thread that the Marco Polo motel has been used by guys in the past for anon scenes. anyone know if this is still true? I just booked a room for august 26/27 nights. Hoping to go to club Z Saturday night and then host Sunday night.

Jamal rolled on to his back, his dick sticking straight up. I squeezed it from the base to the tip, watching a heavy drop of precum ooze from the tip. Without pausing to stop myself, I leaned over and licked the precum up. “Damn. You taste pretty good… for a pussy pounder.” Jamal laughed heartily, “I’ve never been called that. But the pussy’s? They like the pounding I give.” “I saw a brief sample of that last night. Where’d you meet her at?” Jamal had to think about it for a minute and laughed when he said, “I think at the gym, but there’s so many I lose track.” “Like uncle, like nephew.” “Or? Like Dad, like son.” I smiled down at him. “You sure about all this?” Jamal smiled, “Yes, yes, 5 loads in my ass say yes.” A thought crept into my mind, one I never thought would ever happen. Jamal saw it in my eyes. “What’s going on in there dad? You thinking some dirty thoughts? You gonna add another load?” “That ain’t happening tonight. Im drained. You however? You look Ike your balls are full.” I reached down and cupped his big balls in my hand. “You inherited a good portion of the family treasure.” “Fuck, never had a guy touch my balls before. Feels… good.” With a devilish grin, I squeezed them and gently tugged them down, triggering a grunt from Jamal and another squirt of precum. This one I wiped off with my finger, held it up, and with him watching, licked it off. “So, son, you want to shoot a load or you good having a full load in your balls?” “Fuck dad, my nuts are hurting to shoot. I haven’t blown a load in a day.” “A day? And they already hurt? How many times do you shoot?” “On a slow day? 3 or 4.” “Oh to be young, hung and full of cum…” “Says 5 load Charlie.” We laughed, but then I got back to the point. “I can’t believe I’m saying this Jamal, but here’s the deal going forward. Until you convert at least. You don’t fuck anyone. You don’t blow any loads.” “What? Are you…” “Unless you’re fucking me and shooting your load in me.” He was as shocked by this as I was. “I thought… You…” “Yeah, I know what I said. But, I’m making this exception. For you. One time offer.” “One time?” “Yes. You say yes now, you get to fuck me and breed my ass with your neg cum. When I say one time offer? This is the only offer, but you get to fuck me when I’m ready for you.” “You say no, now? No chance going forward.” “Oh you fucking better believe my answer is yes. I am not turning down a chance at your ass.” “What the fuck am I getting myself into, son? I’m going to regret this aren’t I?” He smiled, that wicked grin. “I’ll go easy on you, dad. The first time.” I reached down to the floor, grabbing the lube and the bag of T, handing them to Jamal. “I’m gonna control this first fuck, son. Then you can start the next time. Deal?” “Deal. I can’t fucking wait to feel my dick in an asshole.” “You’re gonna love it.” I grabbed the lube, squirted some on my fingers and lubed the outside of my hole. I reached for the bag of T, and Jamal pulled it away. “Now see, here’s the fun. You only said you’re controlling the fuck. You didn’t say anything about the T. Get on your knees and let me see that ass.” “You little shit.” I moved to the floor, and assuming the position I knew he was going to make me take, leaned forward and reached back to spread my ass. “Fuck dad, that’s a hot ass.” I felt his finger, lubed up, at my hole and then push in. It didn’t hurt as bad as getting fucked, but there was pain. “Fuuuuuuckkk…” “It’s so fucking tight. And hot. Fuck, dad now I know why you like fucking raw.” He slid out and asked, “How much?” “Give me the bag.” He set it down next to me. Remembering the size of his cock, compared to his own Dad’s, I grabbed two of the bigger rocks and handed them to Jamal. I watched intently as he lubed up his fingers and the shard. Placing it between his fingers as I had done, he rested it at my hole. He smiled at me, mouthed, “Fuckin a, dad,” and pushed in. The scrape was intense, even with the lube, and I moaned in pain as my hole was breached. He pushed all the way in and kept his fingers there. The burn was intense and all I could mutter was “Fuck” over and over again. I could feel the burn intensify, reach its apex, and then my brain gave in. My hole began to loosen around my boy’s fingers. He saw my eyes change from clear to drug fueled. “Oh fuck, dad, is that what I looked like?” I could only nod as a I pulled away and then slid back down. “Get on your back and lube that monster up.” “What about…” “Fuckin’ do it. You’re gonna like it.” I watched as Jamal slid on the floor next to me and lubed his cock up. I grabbed the second rock and, when he had finished lubing his dick, I told him to put the rock in his piss slit, just enough so it would stand up. He looked at me with a questioning look and I just said, “Do it, please.” I watched him put the rock in his slit and he grimaced in pain. “Fuck, what the fuck am…” before I could finish saying this, before I talked myself out of it, I moved my ass over his crotch. I grabbed his thick cock, felt the scrape of the shard on my hole, and screamed in pain and ecstasy as I dropped all my weight onto him. His eyes flew open as I slammed down, all the way down. I looked at him, tears coming down my face from the pain of my hole being ripped open. “Piss a little, get that rock in my hole. Hurry.” I saw confusion and a little, disgust? in his eyes. He focused, I felt his dick expand and the warm piss push the rock in me. The burn. “Oh fuck son, what the fuck did I…” Then it really hit me. “Fuck, your cock is in me. What the fuck.” The burn was intense, but for the first time ever, I was craving cock in my ass. Never with Jake, even with the meth, did I want to be fucked. Now, I wanted it. No. I needed it. I rose up, and saw a sad look come across Jamal’s face. “It’s okay…” I slid back down, taking him all the way in again. I did this several times, but it wasn’t enough. “Jamal. Son. I need you…” He seemed to know, without me saying anything more. “Get on your back dad. Lift those legs up and show me that hole.” I moved fast, pulling off his cock. I’d never felt my hole like this, gaping open, but needing more. I got on my back and lifted my legs. My right arm brushed the bag of meth and my brain screamed, “More.” I immediately grabbed it, Jamal starting to say, “Are you…” I tossed it at him, not being able to get my hands steady. “Big one boy, oh fuck, what the hell… I need you to fuck me, hard. He grabbed a rock, bigger than the first after I shook my head for his first two choices. “You are such a fucking pig Dad. I’m going to enjoy this.” He leisurely lubed his cock, seeing my need and smiling. I couldn’t stop myself and jammed fingers in my hole. “Fuck me son, please. Fuck your dad’s hole. Take me down.” He yanked my fingers out and immediately jammed three fingers up my hole, with the rock leading the way. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. Oh god, son, fucking do me. Hard.” He yanked his fingers out and slammed in to me, balls deep. The rock hit my inner hole and scraped it hard, creating a new pain. He immediately pulled out, slammed all the way back in and spit on my face. “You wanted this dad, fucking take it.” He slammed in and out, after the third time, he battered the inner hole open, and his huge cock head entered that deep part of me. “Nooooo…. Please….” He yelled at me, “Look at me, dad. Look into my eyes.” He had to slap me once before I did it. “I’m going to take you down, make you realize that you can be a man and a bitch. Is that what you want? What you need?” “Fuck you son, do it.” He then spit in my open mouth and preceded to fuck me like a cheap whore. After three minutes of brutal fucking he told me, “Here cums your first load Dad. Take my load.” He slammed balls deep one more time and began firing several ropes of cum in me. The rest of the night was filled with Jamal fucking me in every position he could think of, and some I’d never even though of. By the time he was done, he’d dumped 7 loads up my hole. The last load had me face down and ass up on the floor, staring in the mirror. He took a picture of my hole, gaping wide and leaking his white cum down my crack. He tossed the phone to me as he slid his fingers in me. “Oh fuck dad, you’re so loose and full of my cum. This is so fucking hot.” I was lost in the haze of the brutal fucking he had delivered to me over the last hours that I wasn’t fully aware of what was happening. I looked to the side, seeing that he had three fingers easily in my hole. “Fuck dad, I bet…” I watched as he pulled out the three fingers and then slid back in with 4 fingers. I moaned, the remnant of the meth still making me want my hole used. He kept this up, pulling the fingers out and pushing them back in. “Nooo.” He saw me looking at him. He slid his fingers out, pushing them back in all the way, harder then before. “Nooo? What are you saying dad? Your hole is not saying now.” He pulled out again, this time leaving his fingers out. “Nooo. Please, oh fuck, I…” He touched my hole, rubbing the lips, tormenting me as he said, “I’m ready to stop, unless… You want more don’t you?” He continued the rubbing, causing me to whimper. He slid in my hole a bit, but quickly pulled them out. “Please, don’t…” He held up the bag of meth, dangling it in my face. “What’s my dad want? Tell me dad. Use your dirty little mouth. All you have to say is, “Please.” I looked at the meth, knowing if I gave into the craving for more, I’d also give into the deeper desire, the deeper fear. I tried to fight, his fingers were still at and then in my hole. “Noooo, I, fuuuu…” I lost. “Please.” His smile was huge. He had broken me. I’d never been broken down this way. “Please, give me more.” He made me watch as he slowly opened the bag, poured the rocks onto the bed next to me and said, “You choose.” Knowing that I’d just given up the fight to resist the dark desire, I chose a huge rock. He put the rest back in the bag and threw it out of both our reach. He gently reached down and took the rock from me. He got off the bed, moved in front of me and knelt down to see me face-to face. There was nothing but gentle care in his eyes. “Das, I’m so proud of you. You took my dick like a fucking champion. I loved everything I did to you. I love you.” He leaned and kissed me on the lips. I returned the kiss. He pulled away. “I don’t know for sure what you want. But I’m open to doing whatever you want. You helped me learn who I am, and I want to do that for you. But if you are scared, I want you to know you can stop. WE can stop here.” I closed my eyes, the words sinking into my brain. This boy, my boy, was willing to let me change my mind. I knew if I changed my mind, I’d never do this again. I’d regret it. I was tired of living with regret. I opened my eyes. “Please. Let’s do this.” He smiled, “You sure?” I nodded, and said, “Fuck son, I’m sure as I’ll ever be. I love you. I trust you. Don’t hurt me.” He smiled, “I’ll never hurt you again.” He kissed me again, got up, and moved behind me. “Dad, I’m going to record this for us. I want to be able to watch this with you. Is that okay?” I could only nod my head. He ran out of the room, and came back in quickly, with a tripod. He took only a minute to get his phone all setup, on the right side of the bed. I watched as he moved back to the bed, grabbing the lube and squirted some on my crack and then pushed some in me. He picked up the shard, held it close to the camera and said, “You chose this one, dad.” I felt him move his fingers, now lubed up again, and press the shard to my hole. “I want yo hear you dad. Tell me what you want me to do.” I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, resisting the urge to push back for the rock. I opened my eyes, met his in the mirror, and focused all of my energy into my words. “I need you to slide that big shard of meth into me. Shove it deep in my hole…” I couldn’t bring myself to say more. “Then what dad? If you need the meth in you, what else? I need to hear you say it.” This time there was no negative in his voice. He was being true to my needs. “I… I want you to… I need you to…” the tears came in a wave. I couldn’t hold them back. Jamal pulled his hand way and said, “It’s okay dad. We’re done…” Through the tears I responded, “No. I need this.” He paused, the rock hanging in midair. “I need you to shove that huge rock of meth up my ass. I need you to do that so I…” I fought the panic. “I need you to do that so I can get what I need. Your fist in my hole. I want you to fist fuck my hole.” “I need that, son.” “I need it to be you.” He looked at my face in the mirror. He nodded his head and said, “I love you, dad.” I watched him lube again and then his fingers touched my hole. I felt my hole open at his touch. The shard scraped, but I was ready for it. He slid all four fingers in deep. He held the shard in deep and I moaned as the burning began. I gently moved back and forth, riding his four fingers gently. As the burn intensified, the need kicked in in my brain. He saw and felt the change take place. “You stay still, let me do the work.” He pulled his fingers out, immediately eliciting a moan from me. My hole was hungry. He lubed his entire hand, and half his arm. His black hand and arm were now almost entirely white from the lube. He cupped his four fingers and then tucked his thumb in. He slowly entered my hole, pushing forward gently. My hole stretched as he moved inward. “Stop moving, dad.” I hadn’t realized that I was pushing backwards. He reached the widest part of his hand, resting there to let me get used to it. I looked back, noticing he had a phone in his left hand. The phone o the tripod was also still going. I nodded my head, “Please. Open my hole. Give me your hand.” I watched him slowly rotate his arm, his hand twisting my hole open gently. I moaned, never thinking I’d be in this position. Watching as my nephew, now my son, on the edge of putting his hand in my ass. With that thought running through my head, I felt it starting. I moaned again, and heard Jamal quietly say, “I’m in dad.” With those words and the endorphins rushing through my body, and the meth also, my entire body went into heaven. I felt a fullness I’d never imagined, and my hole was wider then I’d ever dreamed of. I felt it coming, and Jamal did as well. My body was about to go into shock. “Breath dad. It’s going to be okay. Breathe.” I tried, but the fear and panic were almost too much. “Look at me dad, please. Stay with me. Follow my voice. Breathe.” I took a breath, which only seemed to intensify the fear. It was only when Jamal told me, “Breathe out dad. You’ve got to breathe,” that I realized what was happening. I let the breath out. The pressure reduced. “Again, dad. You’re doing fine.” I took another breath, this one a bit deeper. As I let it out, I felt my body start to relax. As soon as the body began to relax, the brain took over. “Oh fuck, it’s… you’ve… oh fuck…” Jamal smiled and said, “That’s a lot of words dad. Just breathe.” I did, and after a good two minutes, I was able to utter a full sentence. “I love you Jamal.” “I love you too. You wanna see?” This question created a bit of stress, and he again calmed me down. When I thought I was ready, I said, “Show me.” He set the video up and moved slightly, causing me to groan as the movement transferred into my hole. “Fuck, sorry.” He laid the phone down and I groaned as my movement to the phone caused him to slide in deeper. I watched the video, listening to my sounds and watching first the rock disappear and then his hand. “I can’t believe. Your hand. It’s in me.” He nodded and said, “For a top, you sure know how to open up. Wanna feel it?” I nodded my head and he moved a little, picked up my left hand and brought it back. “Feel your hole dad, it’s wrapped around my wrist. You did it.” I felt the lips of my hole, wrapped around his wrist. I moaned in a deep pleasure. The darkness in my brain took over, craving more. I felt his wrist, feeling where it disappeared into my hole. I traced a little up his arm. “Oh, fucking hell. You fisted my hole.” He nodded his head, smiling briefly. He froze when he felt it. “Dad, what…” I drowned his words with my moaning. I pushed backwards slowly, feeling his hand and arm going deeper. In all my years of fucking, I never imagined being on my hands and knees, with an arm half-way up my ass. Now? It felt like the right thing.

“Over the next few hours, I pumped four more loads in him. By the end, he begged for it. Didn’t you, baby boy.” Still looking up at Lamont, “Yes I did uncle.” “After the fifth load, which was a personal record for me, we were laying next to each other on the bed. I caught him staring at me. When he saw me staring back, he moved his eyes, and tried to move.” I tightened my grip on him and he froze, the released the tension in his body. “Tell me what you’re thinking Jamal. I see something going on.” He looked back at me, and the look surprised me. “You tell them baby boy.” Jamal, still looking at Lamont, continued. “I simply said, ‘Thank you, Uncle. I’m sorry for breaking your trust. I hope I have started re-earning it.” “He was surprised by my saying thank you and asked, ‘Why are you thanking… unless…” I simply nodded my head and confirmed, “I don’t know why, but this felt right. With you.” “I swear his eyes almost popped out of his head. He just stared, dumbfounded.” “I had no idea you were gay, uncle Lamont. Until I saw you come home a couple months ago, your sweats wet in the ass and you walking funny. I never would have figured you to be a bottom, either.” “Careful their Jamal, you’re making some major leaps…” “I snuck to your door Uncle. I saw you playing with your hole. I saw the cum.” “Fuck… What you saw was something you’re not ready to know.” “I spent weeks thinking about you, such a big, strong guy. You’re gay and you get fucked. And it started making me think.” “Then I saw you come home with a tattoo, brand new. I asked what it was and you told me to mind my own business. It was this one, wasn’t it?” “I had placed my finger on this tat, right here,” pointing to a spot on Lamont’s groin. He stood up briefly, so we could see a bio-hazard tattoo. “He tried to pull my hand away, but I just looked at him and said, ‘It’s nice. Makes you look even hotter.” “I traced my finger, when he let go of my hand, all along the tattoo.” Lamont, looking down at Jamal, who was again tracing the tattoo, in front of us, took over. “I need to explain something to you Jamal. Something you may hate me for.” Jamal shook his head and told me, “I love you Uncle. Nothing can change that.” Lamont closed his eyes, and said, “Tell me that again when I’m done. No more interruptions, okay.” “First off, yup, I’m gay. Got no problem saying it. Just never came up between you and me because it’s not a major thing for me. But no, I am not a bottom. I’m only a top. As you’ve experienced.” “What you saw that night, which I’m not sure I’m happy hearing you were sneaking around and spying on me, was not what you might think.” “I’ve never bottomed before, or since, for any man. Except one. That one man, I bottomed for willingly, for one reason and one reason only. I had to do it several times, so I’m not sure which time it was you saw. But based on when you said it was, it was probably the last time.” “I see your confusion. It’s a bit difficult for me to say the words, because I really don’t want to scare you, or make you hate me.” Lamont looked down at Jamal, and they met each other’s stares. “He said again that nothing would make that happen.” “That man I bottomed for? He’s HIV positive. He’s not on meds and he is a top who will only fuck guys who want to get HIV.” “Guys like me.” I saw the shock in Jamal’s face and eyes when I said this. “You…” I continued, struggling against tears, “This was a decision I had made a year ago. I couldn’t stand using condoms to fuck, they usually break. I decide to just go raw as a top, and was amazed by how great it felt. But I also knew, there was a risk of getting the bug.” “After months of fucking guys raw, then getting panicked and testing, I stopped. Remember when you asked me about a year ago why I was getting angry so much? Well, that was around the time I tried celibacy. Clearly, that’s not for me.” “Jamal briefly smiled at that. So, I made a decision. I was going to get HIV sooner or later, if I was going back to raw fucking. I did research and found that it’s much lower chance of a top getting it from a bottom. So, I thought about it more. Then I found him.” “We started chatting online, I told him what I was looking for and he told me that I would not be his first top that has come to him. Nor would I be the first top he converted.” “He was very upfront with me. The only way it was going to happen was I’d have to give him my ass however many times, and to him only, for him to breed until it took. He would not be gentle, and it would hurt.” “We met the first time about five months ago and he did exactly what he said. He fucked my ass that night, and loaded me up several times that first time.” Lamont looked to Daddy, “And several times after that.” Jamal briefly looked to where Lamont was looking, acknowledging who Daddy was, but not saying anything “It took about two months, several nights of being fucked up and fucked by him. He’s also the same man who introduced to me to meth and how it can help in bottoming when you’re not a bottom.” “That week I was sick with the flu? Couldn’t get out of bed, and you had to take care of me? That’s when it finally took. I had the fuck flu as it’s called. I was now HIV positive.” “After the flu, I got back out in the fuck game. It was so hot fucking guys and just not caring about status anymore. I’m still amazed by the guys who don’t ask and just want my dick.” Lamont looked at all of us on the bed and smiled at our looks of awe. “I stopped talking then, waiting for everything to sink in for Jamal. Waiting for the anger.” “Jamal kept staring at me. Then he got up off the bed, wobbling as he walked around the room. He reached back to his ass, feeling my cum dribbling out. That was such a beautiful site, a brief reprieve from the shame I was feeling.” “He came back to the bed, laid back down, moving close into my side and looked back at me.” “There’s meds right? You’re on meds?” I shook my head. “This tattoo?” Again he was tracing it. “It’s a bio-hazard tattoo. Tells guys what they are getting involved with. Means I’m poz. And most guys who get it? We’re not on meds and will pass on our virus.” “So. You’ve already fucked me and cum in me four times?” “Five,” I corrected him. “Five loads. 5 times? That’s a lot. And all positive loads? Does that mean I’m…” he trailed off, still looking at me. I could see his brain trying to come to terms with it. “It doesn’t mean you’re infected. It took me months and several fucks. Plus, there are meds you can take to prevent it.” “Uncle, you knew you were positive, but you fucked me? You got me high and fucked me with your raw cock? You shot in me five times. I begged you for a couple of them.” I nodded, my eyes now letting the tears fall. “I’m sorry Jamal. This was not something I should have done. I will take you to the doctor and get you…” “He put his finger to my mouth and told me, ‘Please, just stop talking.” “He looked at me. I thought I would see fear. Anger. Hatred.” “Uncle. I’m not gay. I love you. I’m not going to ever get fucked by any other guys. I loved feeling your big dick in me, and I will probably want you to fuck me more.” “I loved feeling you shoot in me,” he reached around and felt his hole leaking cum. “It turned me on begging you to breed me.” “I fuck without condoms, as you saw,” a sly grin coming across his face. “I guess like you, I take chances at getting it.” He closed his eyes and lowered his head for a moment. When he brought his face back up? There was clarity and passion in his eyes. “If I’m going to get it, I want it. I want you to be the one to give it to me.” I was shocked. This was the last thing I expected from him. “Are you sure? It’s not too…” “Uncle, sometimes you talk too much.” He said this with that sly grin of his. I could only smile back and say, “You get a little freedom this time.” “There’s one more thing you should know, Jamal. The man who gave me HIV, my gift as it’s referred to? In our group we use special titles. I was a chaser; someone wanting to be infected. He’s a gifter, someone who give the chaser what they want. We still get together, him and I, but now it’s as two tops. I call him my Dad, and I’m his son. Since he’s a part of me.” “So, would that make you…” “Yes, if you want to call me that.” “I’ve never had anyone I could call that. I can call you, Dad? I like that.” “Dad, I want you to give me more of your cum. I want you to make me your son. Please? But only you.” I grabbed him by the neck and leaned him to me. We kissed briefly, neither of us being a kisser before this. “Son, I like calling you that already. You’ll be in this room from now on. If you want. You can share my bed, that way, I have your hole available to me whenever I want. You okay with that?” “Hell yeah, Dad.” “The old rules still apply. No sex or drugs; without me. Clear?” He smiled, “Yes, dad.” I reached down and grabbed his cock, which was hard and dripping. “What shall we do about this little monster?”

Part 9 I walked to the other side of the bed, and grabbed lube, poppers and my bag of shards from the drawer. Walking back, I whistled again, “Nice view nephew. You enjoying yourself?” He remained silent as I moved behind him and got on my knees. I opened the poppers and handed them to him. “You ever used these?” When he shook his head, I told him, “Watch.” I showed him how to hit, holding each nostril closed while I hit the other.” I tossed the bottle next to him and told him, “Wait until I tell you. Understand?” He nodded and then added, “Yes, Uncle.” I grabbed the lube and poured some down his spread crack. I lubed up my finger and pressed it to his hole. I saw the grimace and smiled. “You’re going to want to open for my finger. You’re gonna need it.” I kept the pressure up until I breached the hole and slid all the way in. There was a squeal of pain and I asked, “Am I your first?” He glared and grunted, “Yes, uncle.” I smiled and said, “I’m touched that you’ve waited to give me your cherry. You ready for me to take it?” He didn’t answer and I didn’t punish him. “I’ll take that as a no. I’m glad.” I started sliding the finger in and out, his hole loosening a little. I pulled out, applied more lube and held up two fingers. “Gotta spread that hole some more. Bet you’re never this kind to the girls are you? Big dicked straight boy, bet you just pound into them.” I placed my two fingers at his hole and said, “Like this,” and drove them in as hard as I could. This time he couldn’t hold back. He screamed in pain, and tears flew. “No, please. Fuck you.” He immediately saw my face change, the anger come across me. He tried to start a useless apology but I glared at him, pulling my fingers out of his hole. Instead of punishing him through his hole, I saw a better option, two of them in fact. I grabbed his nutsack and squeezed his balls as far down in the sack as they’d go, before pulling it back between his legs. He was already grimacing in pain, probably never having his sack or balls manhandled like that. “Watch your mouth, you’ll regret saying stuff like that. Look at me, boy. Remember you brought this all on yourself. LOOK. AT. ME.” With each word, I gave his sack another tug. I could see several things flash across his face and through his eyes, including pain and anger. “To teach him respect and obedience, without injuring him, I took my other hand and slapped his nuts. It wasn’t as hard as the slaps, but enough to make him cry out in pain. I said nothing as I let go of his sack and kept my eyes locked on his.” At this point, Lamont looked to Jamal, who nodded his head. “I learned, quickly, not to mouth off.” I grabbed my baggie, pulled out a big shard, told him, “I’m going to give you something that will help you take your punishment a little easier. It will hurt going in and then it’s going to burn like a mother fucker. Do or say whatever you want; it ain’t going to help.” I then relubed his hole and my fingers. I placed the shard at his hole, scratched it around as I watched his pain. “Take a deep breath from the bottle, one at each nostril, and hold it.” He did and was able to hold it for 10 seconds. “Release.” As he did, I rammed the shard in deep. I smiled at his reaction as the pain registered and he screamed again at the scrape of the shard entering him. When the burn started, he began crying, begging me to take it out. “This is your fault Jamal. If you had just followed the rules, I wouldn’t have to do this to you. You know what T is?” Through the burn he shook his head. “T? No, please. Meth? Oh go…ohhhh” “There it is. You know what’s up there now don’t you?” All he could do was moan in pleasure. I slid my fingers out. I stayed there watching his hole quiver. I watched as the meth took over his mind. Most shocking? I watched as his cock went from soft to hard, rock hard, in a matter of seconds. “Interesting.” I lightly touched my fingers to his hole and is face immediately snapped up, his eyes a dark shade as he began to whimper. “What’s going on boy? Tell Uncle what’s going on?” He fought the thoughts and feelings coursing through his body. I continued the light rubbing of his hole, watching it opening and closing at my touch. “Noooo…. Please no more…. Oh fuck,” he was now trying to fight. I picked up the bag and grabbed another shard, this one bigger, and showed it to him. “You can have more if you want. You seem to like it. Do you want more, Jamal?” He struggled, trying to fight the need. He began to shake his head and say, “Nooo…” I took hold of his cock. “Doesn’t that feel good, your dick so fucking hard? Your dick likes it. Your hole,” resuming the tickling, “likes it too.” Lamont looked to Jamal, who said, “I had no idea what was going on, other than my dick had never been harder than at that moment. My hole was responding to uncle’s fingers, but I didn’t want anything there. All my nerve endings seemed to be on fire.” “My mind broke, completely, then. I nodded my head.” “What’s that little boy? I couldn’t hear you.” He looked at me and begged, “Please.” “Please? Please what?” “Please, give me more.” “More what? Where?” “Fuuuuuck. Please uncle, give me more meth. Please….” ”Where, boy? Where do you want it? Where do you need it?” ”I watched in wicked glee as his last vestiges of macho pride disintegrated. His face and eyes had betrayed him before the words did.” ”Up… my… a.. ass. I need it up my ass, please.” I smiled and said, “I think you’re ready. Slide back. You want it, you take it.” He never broke eye contact as he slid back. His eyes squinted in pain as the shard scraped as it breached his hole. He slid backwards all the way down my fingers. His eyes flew open as this burn, more intense then the first, started. i found his prostate and shoved the shard right up against, making him fly harder. He tried making sounds, words, but nothing could process. I pulled my fingers out and lubed up my dick. “Keep your eyes on me boy. Watch me turn you out.” I moved into place, the head of my dick at his spasming hole. I took both his hips in my hands, centered him, and began pulling him back as I pushed forward. His eyes spread even wider as, even with the meth, the pain began to register in his brain. He started whimpering, like a good virgin, begging me to stop. “You ever stop when you’re on top? Those girls begging you not to break them open? DO YOU?” He looked at me and just shook his head. I think he fully realized at that moment, there was no stopping me. I was going to break him: his pride, his hole, his manhood. “To his credit, he never relented, never gave in. But he was broken none the less.” He groaned as the big head breached his hole. I looked down, amazed at his virgin hole spread open around my dark cock. He began blubbering incoherent words. I grabbed my phone and took a picture. I reached forward and showed him his hole, spread open by my dick. “Oh god…please.” “Ready boy? I’m going to rearrange those guts.” With that, I began my assault on his hole. I kept a steady push inward, enjoying the pain and fear in his face and eyes as I pushed forward constantly. When I felt I was in as deep as he could take on his virgin tour, I pulled back and pressed in. “Look at me baby boy. I’m going to go easy on you this first time, but know this. This is just the beginning. That hole is mine, when I want it and where I want it. Understood?” He nodded and, without needing to be told, said, “Yes, uncle.” I slid in and out, resisting the urge to really pound him, until I felt my climax coming. “I’m going to shoot my load baby boy. You want it don’t you? Up that tight ass. Tell me what you want.” “Noooo, please, don’t shoot in me.” “Too. Fucking. Bad,” I bellowed, blowing my first load in him. “Over the next few hours, I pumped four more loads in him. By the end, he begged for it. Didn’t you, baby boy.” Still looking up at Lamont, “Yes I did uncle.”

Part 8 Jamal turned to Sir and asked him, “You wanna tell him? Or you want me to tell him? Dad.” Even in my spun out mind, I was completely shocked my what was just said. Dad? Lamont looked to Jamal, smiled, and then smacked him across the face. “On your knees.” Jamal’s attitude changed as he said, “Yes, Sir,” and got on his knees next to Lamont. Master and Daddy were on either side of me while Lamont sat in the chair. “Guys, this is my nephew, Jamal. I know, shocking right? Why do you think I’ve never had you guys over?” Immediately interrupting their reactions. “He’s lived with me for the last four years since his mother died.” I looked at Jamal, who was still on his knees. There was no reaction from him. “Jamal’s a great kid, well man, and usually follows my rules. Makes it an easy situation.” “However, there were only two major rules I expected him to follow. Tell them what the rules are, Jamal.” “No sex in the house. No drugs in the house.” “Did you follow those rules, Jamal?” “No I did not.” “I found evidence of him having someone over, but decided to not confront him.” Looking down at Jamal, Lamont put a hand on his muscular shoulder and said, “No. I decided to test his honesty.” “About four months ago, I told him I was going to be out all night and would see him the next day. You guys remember the night I cancelled on you?” They nodded their heads. “So, I came back a couple hours after leaving, and entered the house quietly. I immediately saw his spliff stub on a table and then the sounds. Boy was laying some serious pipe on some loud little bitch.” “I followed the noise, expecting it to be coming from his room. Where were you at?” “I was in your room, Sir. In your bed.” “This little shit not only broke the only two rules I had, but was also fucking some nasty skank, in My. Fucking. Bed.” Each of the last three words were matched with smacks to the back of Jamal’s head. He flinched, but did not move. “I watched for a minute, impressed with his ass flexing every time he pounded inward. The boy was brutal, I could see a bit of his hand wrapped around a throat. Another looked like it was over the mouth.” Lamont looked at me, smiled, “You got a bit of that.” “Suddenly, a thought came into my mind.” I yelled out, “What in the fuck is going on in here Jamal?” “I’ve never seen a guy move so fast. He pulled out and I heard another yelp of pain.” ”Jamal flipped over on his back, his dick sticking straight up and still leaking cum. He’d apparently just started nutting when i interrupted.” ”I didn’t even look at what or who he was fucking, staring directly into Jamal’s eyes, which were quickly spreading wide open, a mix of shock and then fear.” I pointed in the direction of the other person, and said, “Get the fuck out of my house.” In under 30 seconds, the front door slammed shut. “Unc…” “Shut the fuck up, Jamal.” i continued staring at Jamal and saw him try and grab the sheet to cover himself. I moved so fast, i think he thought I was going to attack him. I grabbed the sheet and yanked it away. His dick was now soft, most likely fear induced. “What the fuck did you think you were doing?” “I…” “Shut your mouth.” Jamal went silent, never having heard his uncle even so much as raise his voice. “You ungrateful little shit. I bring you into my home, give you everything you could need and only expect you to follow two rules. And you spit in my face by breaking both of them, and doing one of them in my bed?” “I could actually see tears in Jamal’s eyes as I was berating him. I knew I had him” Jamal looked up at Lamont again, tears in his eyes as the story was being told. “You have no respect for me or the home I brought you into? Then get the fuck out. You got 10 minutes to get dressed, grab whatever clothes you can and get out.” Jamal began the tears when I said this. “Please, uncle Lamont. I got nowhere else. I got nobody else.” “Go stay with the skank. Trade your big dick for a bed.” “I can’t…” “Well then what are you going to do then boy? I can’t trust you here. You’d have to re-earn my trust.” “Please uncle, I’ll do what ever you want. What ever it takes. You’re all I have.” A smile spread across my face, knowing I had him. “Yeah, boy? Your gonna do what ever I want. Yes, you are. Get the fuck off my bed and on your knees on the floor.” Jamal appeared confused and didn’t move. “NOW!” He jumped out of the bed and got on the floor on his knees. “Crawl. Crawl to your punishment, boy.” “Jamal?” Jamal took over. “I began crying, fearing what was coming. I crawled to Uncle Lamont, until I was inches from him. I never thought I’d be naked, on my knees in front of a guy, let alone my uncle.” “I looked up at my uncle, tears still coming out. I was scared, humiliated and had no idea what was coming.” ”Before I even registered movement, Uncle Lamont slapped me so hard across the face, I fell on my side.” ”After the shock, the pain hit and it was the worst I’d ever felt.” “He quietly said, ‘Get back on your fucking knees.’” ”In spite of the pain, I did as he said. I was beginning to think I was going to get a major beating. I wasn’t to far off. As soon as I was back up, another slap, to the other side of my face came and I fell over again.” ” In the coldest voice I’ve ever heard, he simply said, ‘Get back up. I’m not done.” ”He slapped me twice more, but this time I was ready for them and did not fall.” ”No he didn’t. There was a mix of pride and frustration that he was able to withstand the last two slaps,” Lamont said as resumed the narrative. ”I reached down and wiped the tears from his face and told him to open his mouth. I smeared his tears on his lips and tongue, which only led to more tears.” ”Knock that crying off boy. The night is still young, you’re going to be crying, a lot harder, very soon.” ”His eyes widened in, what did you say later Jamal? Terror?” Jamal only nodded. “Lower your head and look straight ahead.” “Wen he was able to do so, I heard him sharply breathe in” As he was saying this I noticed that his dick was standing at full attention, hard as ever. ”Tell them what you saw.” Jamal continued, “When I looked down, I was staring directly at my uncles crotch. The bulge in his pants was scary big. The zipper appeared to be pushed out to its maximum and there was a huge bulge running down the left side of his pants.” “The cold voice returned, ‘Open my pants, boy. Let it out.” “I was to scared to move, the thought of unbuttoning and unzipping another guys pants was, well, disgusting. At the time at least.” I snapped into motion when Uncle Lamont started to raise his hand. I heard the voice, still intimidating, but not as cold, “Damn. You learned too quickly.” ”My hand were shaking badly and my arms felt like they were made of solid lead. It took me several attempts to just get the button open, my fear and disgust at what was doing, plus the bulge, making it hard to open.” Lamont and Daddy both laughed at the pun. ”The zipper was also a challenge as I was warned to be careful. Uncle wasn’t wearing underwear, so I had to make sure not to catch his dick in the zipper.” ”He ordered me to take them all the way off, but not to move away from his crotch. As I completed the task, I caught whiff of his crotch. The musk of a real man who works out and takes care of himself. I’ve smelled it on me and he saw the look on my face change, ever so briefly, as I heard him say, “You like that smell don’t you boy.” “I’d seen guys naked at the gym, but never been that close to another guy naked, especially not when their dick was hard.” “He made me stare at it, and tell me what I thought of it. How it compares to mine. He was trying to humiliate me; and it worked.” “I had always prided myself as being big dicked, especially against other guys. But uncle Lamont was huge, and thick. I told him I was envious.” Lamont laughed as this was said. “I hoped that was all he was going to do, but I was wrong.” He told me, “You like the look of that monster right in front of you? You wanna touch it don’t you? See what a real man dick feels like? Do it. NOW!” “I tried to resist but I couldn’t. I took it in my hand. I was shocked when I felt how hard it was and that I couldn’t wrap my hand around it.” “Open your mouth Jamal. Let me feel that tongue lick the piss slit. I’ll give you a little taste.” “I tried to beg, but as soon as I opened my mouth, he pushed the head in. I was held there, and made to watch, as Uncle squeezed his cock until a huge drop of his precum dropped out onto my tongue.” “He pulled out and made me swallow. I wanted to spit it out, but didn’t dare risk it. I swallowed and fought off a response.” “Uncle Lamont, please…” “Please? Please what?” “Please don’t make me do that. Please don’t make me suck you.” “He smiled down at me, cupped my cheek in his hand and said, ‘I’m not going to make you suck my dick. What kind of person do you think I am?” “I was relieved and relaxed when he said this.” “Then I saw a change in his face, in his eyes. ‘No, little boy. I’m not much into blow jobs since my dick is too big, even for the best whores. What I am gonna do? I’m gonna fuck that hot muscle ass of yours, and dump my cum deep in you, make you my personal bitch. Maybe then you will learn not to fuck up in my house.” “No. Please, uncle, I’m not a…” “Be VERY careful what you say next.” “I… I’m not like that. I’m sorry, uncle. Please…” “You had your chance Jamal. You begged to let me let you stay. Weren’t your own words you’d do what ever? Now, it’s what ever time.” I began crying harder, pleading. “Turn around, and put your hands on the ground in front of you. Let me see that muscle butt I’m going to deflower.” “I tried to resist, but Uncle slapped me across the face. I knew there was no other choice. I reluctantly turned around on my knees and bent forward, showing him my ass. I never ever imagined being in this position, especially not in front of my uncle.” Lamont took over. “I have fucked hundred of sluts, boys and girls. But at that moment, I’d never been more fucking turned on. I never thought I’d be staring at, or gettin ready to fuck, my nephew, but damn. That ass is mighty nice. Show it off to these men, Jamal.” “Yes, Uncle.” Jamal, still naked, turned around, got on his hands and knees, then dropped his chest down, pushing that ass up. Even as a bottom, I got to admit, that was a fucking hot ass. Daddy and Sir each whistled and Daddy asked, “Share?” Lamont smiled and said, “We’ll see. Knees.” Jamal returned to his original position as Lamont continued. “As beautiful as the sight was, he wasn’t perfectly placed for his breaking in. I made him learn the position he was just in. This stirred another plea in him, but he quickly learned, through a kick to those big beautiful nuts, that there was no leniency coming.” “I told him to look forward, into the floor length mirror, and look at what he was becoming. The view was gorgeous, his chin on the floor and his ass in the air. I made sure he saw the camera as I took his picture.” “Oh, damn that’s a fine sight there. Big, tough and strait black man. Got that muscle ass up in the air, ready for me to fuck you aren’t you? Tell your uncle what you want. It’ll just be between us, our dirty little secret.” “I didn’t punish you for staying silent did I little buddy?” Jamal looked up at Lamont, “No, uncle. Not at first…” strangely, they each smiled at this. “Now Jamal, there’s just one more thing I need from you. Do you want to know what that is?” He remained silent, and I moved my foot toward his balls. Without needing the reminder, Jamal asked, broken, “What uncle?” “I want you to reach those big muscular arms back and use those big black hands. I want you to spread those hot muscular ass cheeks apart so that I can see that hole I’m about to fuck” “I have to admit, I was really enjoying breaking him down. Much like you did to me Jake. Perhaps I learned that from you?” Daddy grinned, “You appeared to learn well. Though I think it was already there.” “Jamal glared at me from the mirror, but did as ordered. That hole was something of glory. Tight and small, between a beautiful light brown crack. There’s just a little fur around it.” “Show them Jamal.” “Yes, Uncle.” Jamal immediately assumed the position, chest on the ground, ass in the air. He reached back and spread his cheeks. It was almost as Lamont described, but the hole was not as small as he described. Jamal resumed his position next to Lamont. I was still in awe of this whole thing. “Just stay there boy, I’ll be right back. I have a little something that will make your first fuck memorable. And remember, this your fault.”

I accidentally posted the next chapter and forgot to take some material that isn’t allowed. about to post an acceptable version (I hopes it’s acceptable.)

As is my usual problem in writing my stories, I write them and then get distracted by life. Forget to post. hopefully you guys still want to read more?