Dirtymindedpig

Hope and you shall receive. it’s been a crazy month+. I’ve got more in mind, plus a possible spinoff

Love this story and the Kid’s introduction. you’re not wrong in linking the inspiration to being spun. since my first time, I’ve been more open to explicit fantasy writing.

“Fuck me Daddy. Fist my cunt. Please, Daddy, I need it.” They all laughed, and called me names. “Lamont, strap him up.” “Mike, swab his arm. Get me a good vein.” I watched as Sir clipped the strap above my left upper arm and Master swabbed the inner elbow with an alcohol wipe. The fear came back and Daddy saw it in my eyes. He smiled, “You changing your mind boy? Don’t want me to slam you to stars and then fist your cunt?” I shook my head, “Please, I… I’m scared.” Daddy’s eyes became a pure evil as he laughed again. “That’s a right shame boy, but also very fucking hot. I love forcing faggots like you yo surrender and take my needle against their will. Beg me not to do it. Maybe I’ll let you go.” “Please don’t do it Daddy. I’m too scared. Please.” I felt tears sliding out of my eyes. I was in genuine terror. “Daddy has decided to give you what you want.” He dropped the needle, now full, on my stomach. I started to mutter thanks, when I saw something in the needle. It was not a clear liquid, like I’ve seen in videos. It was a dark red. I looked up, in even more fear, at Daddy. He saw the look in my eyes and solemnly nodded his head. “Remember what you said you wanted? That you wished we could have been the ones to poz you up?” I nodded my head, knowing I had said that. “I was going to give you that. WE were going to give you that. But now, you’ve rejected our gift to you.” I closed my eyes, battling with my self. My fear of the slam versus the desire to be pozzed by them. A hard smack to my balls brought my eyes open and Master told me never to close my eyes when they are talking to me. I apologized and turned back to Daddy, my eyes lingering on the needle again. “You disappointed me boy. I was offering you just what you asked for. You were going to be my poz son. My third poz son.” I looked at Sir and then Master, before back to Daddy. “Actually, you’d have been a son AND grandson, though I’m not to keen on that title yet. I see you think you figured something out?” I nodded my head. “Mike and Lamont are brothers. They are my sons. They both came to me, separately, wanting me to knock them up. Unlike you, a natural cum whore? They are tops but accepted the only way to take my gift, was to give up their asses.” Master and Sir confirmed it. “Neither of them enjoyed the fucking I gave them, ungrateful little shits.” He smiled when he said this. “Lamont?” Sir said, “Look at me, you felt my cock. I fucking hated being turned into a hole for Jake, but it was the only way. He made me his bitch, several times, telling me he was going to let all my homies know I was giving up my hole to him.” “What can I say, I’m a nasty son of a bitch.” “That you are, and I don’t regret it.” “I’m so sad that you’re rejecting our gift to you. You were going to be their first son.” I noticed a look come across Sir’s face when Daddy said this. I briefly closed my eyes, letting the need overcome the fear. “I’m sorry, Daddy. I’m sorry, Sir. I’m sorry, Master.” I looked to each as I said this. I turned my eyes back, tears increasing, to Daddy. “This is…” “I’m…” Before I could make another decision, I grabbed the syringe, held it up to see what was clearly the blood of these three men. I looked to each, finally at Daddy, and held the syringe. “Daddy, I still don’t want the slam.” “But I want you all to be my dads.” He took it from hand, smiling his evil grin. “Hold the faggot down. Beg me again, faggot, beg me not to slam you to faggot Heaven.” “Please, don’t do it. Don’t slam me. I don’t want it.” He slapped my balls and while I was groaning in pain, he quickly reached to my arm. I didn’t feel anything as he slid the needle into my arm. “Watch me, boy. Watch me destroy your innocence. Enjoy the rocket ride.” I turned my eyes to where he’d inserted the needle. I watched, still begging him to stop, as he pulled back the plunger and the liquid took on my blood. “Noooooo, please.” Sir unclipped the strap and took my wrist in his hand. I watched, in reducing fear and increasing… anticipation? I watched the plunger get pushed in and watched as the slam was administered into my arm. Sir lifted my arm up as soon as the needle was removed. I could only whimper, “Pl…” before it hit. I had read stories. I had watched videos. I never imagined I’d be that guy. That faggot taking a slam of meth. I couldn’t register any thoughts as I felt the slam hit me in the chest. My eyes flew open as my lungs lost all the air. I knew I was dying. Daddy’s voice entered my head, barely. “You’re fine faggot. Just go with it” As fast as the air left, it came rushing back in. I could not handle this invasion and began coughing, a cough harder than I’ve ever felt. When the coughing stopped, I thought that was it. Then it happened. The rush to my cunt. The need. “Fuck, Fuck, Fuck.” “Yeah? Tell me. Beg me.” “Please, oh fucking fuck, take my ho… cunt. Fist it. Destroy it.” “Flip him over, facing the mirror.” I was flipped over to my hands and knees. “Lamont, give him something while I get ready.” My hips were grabbed and I was pulled back, my hole being raped open again by his fat cock. “Yes, please, harder, more.” He raped me hard for about a minute. “Out.” Sir yanked his cock out and I felt Daddy put his fingers and thumb, watching in the mirror, as they entered my cunt. “Please, Daddy, fist me. Give it to me.” He stood there, motionless. I continued to beg and pushing back. I knew what he was doing. Torturing my cunt, my brain, my whole being. I started pushing back on his lubed hand, feeling it stretch me open like I’d never been stretched before. I thought, “This isn’t bad. Fuck it feels so good. It’s not hurting.” Then I hit the spot. The widest part of his hand. There was no going further. “Oh god, I… please Daddy. I can’t.” “Faggot, you will.” With that, Sir and Master grabbed me by waist and shoulders and started pulling me backwards. There was more stretch. Then the breakthrough. My hole was not able to resist any longer. I felt the immense pain, screaming out loud, as my hole passed over that widest part, and my cunt was full of its first fist. Daddy’s fist. I continued to beg and plead, “Noooooo.” Daddy lifted my head, so that is looking into the mirror. I could see where his arm disappeared into my cunt. “Video.” Master grabbed my phone, moved to the side and began recording. Daddy began to move. Twisting and turning his hand, while pulling back and pushing forward. I continued the moaning, the pain of my hole stretching and my inner cunt being stretched. I felt Daddy pull to the widest part, stay motionless as he reached for lube and lubed his hand and my stretched out ring. He locked eyes with me and said, ”Tell me what you want. What you really want.” I stared and begged, “Please, I can’t take it. Pull out.” He shook his head, disappointment in his eyes. “Be careful what you ask for.” He slid back in a couple inches. Then, without warning, he pulled hard, not stopping despite the resistance of my cunt, and yanked his hand out in one painful motion. I screamed again, this pain much more intense then the entry. “Show him.” Master held my phone in front of me, making me watch the video of my cunt filled with Daddy’s hand. I clearly heard my begging and my screaming as my hole was ripped open by Daddy yanking his hand out. My cunt was wide open, the lips obscenely stretched. Something broke in me. The meth taking control of my brain. Turned so fucking on by the site of my cunt. “Mo… mo… more.” Daddy looked at me, “More? More what?” I was officially broken. Broken by the need for his fist in me. Broken by his making me beg for it. “Shard, Master?” “Daddy, shove a shard in me with your fist. Please, I need your fist back in me. More…” Sir reached over and grabbed Daddy’s baggie and pulled out a big one. Daddy held his hand up, making me watch him lube it up. I felt lube getting shoved into my cunt, my lips being lubed up. Sir handed Daddy the shard,slipping it between his fingers. Daddy smiled at me, “Good boy.” He placed his fingers in my hole, pushing them to the point of resistance. I felt the burn, as the T started to melt. “You want it boy? You want my hand back in you?” As the T hit, reenergizing what was already in me, I nodded my head and begged him. “Fist me Daddy, wreck my cunt.” Before he could move, I pushed back. I forced it and soon felt my cunt lips open around his hand and slide down his wrist. I immediately pulled back, sliding back over his hand and all the way off. “Thatta boy. Do what you need.” I slid back down, harder to break past the resistance. That was a mistake, or a blessing. As my lips, looser than I realized, did not meet as much resistance, I easily slid over the hand, around the wrist, and further down his arm then before. I felt several inches of his arm slide into me.

Part 7 “Daddy’s gonna fist your cunt. Then shoot his toxic load in it.” “Thank you Daddy.” “You’re gonna need a pick me up for that boy.” I smiled and begged, “Please Daddy. Give me more. Shove more up my ass.” He shook his head. “I don’t play that way, boy.” I looked at him and asked, “Smoke?,” hoping this was how he played. “Nope. Try again.” I closed my eyes, knowing the only other way. And I was terrified. I slowly opened my eyes, overcoming my fear. “Slamming,” I quietly said. “I didn’t hear you boy.” I mustered every ounce of courage. “Slamming, Sir. You slam. You’re gonna slam me, Sir.” “Is that a question? Or a statement? Yes, I only play by slamming little faggots like you.” It was easier to say this. “I want you to slam me Daddy. Please slam me and fist me.” “Good boy. But before I do that, I have a question for you.” I nodded my head. “You’ve already taken five toxic loads. Do you care who gave it to you? Who made you into a poz whore? I though about it for a moment. I nodded my head. “I wish it could have been one of you.” Daddy smiled, “I wish it could have been one of us. Telling you we were giving you our toxic loads and making you beg for them,” I felt a tear roll down my face. “I wish that would have happened.” Lamont and Master, agreed. “Sorry we couldn’t make you do that.” Daddy walked over and grabbed a pouch from the floor and walked back me. He opened the pouch and pulled out a bag of shards. He saw my eyes go wide with hunger. The came a strap with a small clip. He saw my questioning look and said, “it’s for your arm. Easy on, easy off.” Then he pulled the needle and held it up for me to see. It was empty but still intense. “You can still say no, boy. It’s gonna be your choice.” I didn’t hesitate this time. “I want it Sir. Please, slam me.” He smiled and said, “Good choice, son. But it was going to happen your way. Or mine.” “Lamont, I need your help.” Daddy and Sir left the room, going to the bathroom as Master took over fingering my cunt. He leered down at me and before I knew it, he smacked my balls causing me to whimper and tighten my cunt. Lamont returned and Master slid his fingers out so Lamont could take over. Lamont slid his fingers in, bigger than Master’s. I was lost in this feeling and did not hear Master leave. Soon Master returned and told me to open my eyes. I did and saw home to my left, Sir to my right and Daddy, now naked, standing in front of me. His dick was average in length and thickness. His PA was twice the size of Master’s and sharp on the edge. He had the same bio-hazard tat as the previous guy. This one was in red and had the words, “Toxic Shooter” above it.

“You recognize me don’t you boy?” I nodded in response,shutting my eyes in shame. “Open them, faggot.” The voice had changed back. This was the Lamont who had fucked me hard. I opened my eyes and looked at him, trying to avoid his eyes. “Look at me. Tell me where you’ve seen me.” I met his eyes and said, “Grindr.” “That’s right. You’ve led me on, teased me, and then backed out. That was your punishment. You liked your punishment didn’t you.” I nodded, but he told me to say it out loud. “Yes, Sir, I loved my punishment. Feeling your huge dick raping me deep and hard.” He smiled a wicked grin and said, “You could have had it for months. You got it tonight though, and as hard as you wanted.” “Alright, Lamont. It’s time for him to see us.” This was Jack’s voice. Lamont moved away from my face and I saw Jack. I recognized him as well. I had seen and talked with him on Grindr. When I dropped my eyes, again feeling that shame, he said, “Open and look over.” I saw the guy next to him. Master. He was also a Grindr guy. Who I had done the same to. I avoided each one, for different reasons. Lamont was too big. Jack wanted to fist me. Master wanted to get me higher than I was ready for. They all smiled, evil and scary smiles. Master spoke first. “You were a fucking tease to all of us. Leading us on and then running away. Like a scared little faggot.” I could only nod my head and started to apologize. “Shut the fuck up faggot. You don’t get to say anything.” I nodded my head. “When I saw your ad tonight, I recognized you right away. I knew this was the perfect chance to get some retribution.” “The three of us know each other. Very well in fact. We’d known for awhile that you led us all on. So we decided to crash your little fuck fest. And give you what you owed us.” I nodded and fought to not say anything. Jack took over and I looked to him. “The party’s not over boy. You still owe me. And you’re going to tell me what you owe me. And beg me to give it to you.” I struggled, somewhere fear coming into my brain. I fought to speak and it took me a minute to get there. “I stopped talking to you because you wanted to fist me. I was too scared. I’m not anymore. Please Sir, will you fist my as… my cunt Sir?” He and Master smiled, and Jack said, “You know you have a cunt now. Remember that.” “Yes, Sir.” All through this, there was something nagging at my mind. It suddenly hit me and my eyes widened. Master smiled again. “Guys? I think someone just realized his other offense against all of us. Did you, boy?” I nodded again. “Tell us.” “Your all… poz. You wanted to infect me. I don’t… didn’t… I don’t know..” “That’s right bitch. You weren’t gonna let us poz your cunt. You wanted it though. Didn’t you? Say it.” “N…” I stopped. “Yes. I did. I was to scared.” They all laughed at me, making my shame intensify. “Were you too scared about getting pozzed tonight? Wanting to get fucked and taking loads from guys you didn’t know? Didn’t see?” “Yes, Sir… that’s why I wanted to do it this way. If I didn’t know. Didn’t see, I wouldn’t refuse. I couldn’t refuse.” “That’s right boy. You know if you’ve taken any poz loads?” “Yes, Sir. At least one.” “Not even close boy. You’ve taken six already.” “Fuck, that’s a lot Master. Are you sure?” He nodded, “You have video of one, begging him to breed your hole, before it became a cunt.” I remembered him; the guy with the tattoos. “I see you remember him. The guy who was leaving as I got here? Poz.” I couldn’t remember that fuck. I nodded my head, accepting this as fact. “Then there was the first guy I doubled with in you.” I nodded, clearly remembering the double penetration. Lamont said, “Two from me. The second one bigger and more intense, thanks to your cunt.” Master said, “Mine was when you passed out.” I widened my eyes in surprise. “That was fun. Breeding a passed out faggot. Knowing it was us that caused you to pass out” I nodded, thinking how hot that would be. “So there you go, boy. Six poz loads we know about.” “But I could still…” Master shook his head, solemnly. Then the evil smile came back. “No chance of that. The wreckage we did to your cunt? There’s no way.” “Because you didn’t just take poz loads. You took toxic loads. One from me” Lamont said, “Two from me.” “The tattoos guy? Toxic also. You remember him saying, ‘Not anymore?’” I nodded, “My first toxic load.” Master simply said, “Yes.” I looked at each of them, Master and Lamont. The I turned to Jack. “Are you toxic also, Sir?” “You better fucking believe it.” I paused, only briefly. My mind had been converted, along with rest of me. “Will you give me your toxic load? Please, Sir?” Master and Lamont both said, “Fucking pig.” Jack smiled and nodded. “You want my toxic load? I thought you said you were scared.” I looked at him, then Lamont. Then I licked eyes with Master. “I’m not scared anymore. It’s already done. I want more.” They smiled and I heard Lamont whistle and say, “Damn. That’s nasty. And hot.” I turned to him and said, “Thank you Sir for giving me your toxic load.” I turned to Master and thanked him for his toxic load, “But I hope next time, I’m awake to feel it shooting in me.” I turned to Jack, “Please, Sir. Add your toxic load to my cunt. Please, Daddy?” I don’t know where that came from other than him being older. “Daddy? You’re gonna call me Daddy?” I knew I had offended him and started to apologize. He interrupted me and said, “Do that. Call me that again and see what happens.” Not sure what would happen, I called him Daddy again. He smiled, “Lift your legs. Show me that cunt.” With effort, I tried but could stay balanced enough. Lamont reached down and pulled my legs up and spread them. “When you’re told to do something faggot, you fucking do it.” “Yes, Sir. I’m sorry, Sir.” “Look at me faggot,” Daddy Jake said. I looked back at him, go see him quickly shove three fingers in my cunt, causing me to moan. “Daddy’s gonna fist your cunt. Then shoot his toxic load in it.” “Thank you Daddy.”

Part 4 Even with all the T I’d been given, my hole was resistant. T Guy kept pushing, telling me, “Open up for me cunt.” I then felt a finger shove into my hole, next to the big cock. The finger pulled my hole upward to stretch it out. “Here we go,” he said, pushing his cock into the small gap he’d made. Removing his finger, he started shoving the part of his dick head that he’d planted in me. “When I say, grab his shoulders and push down. We’re gonna get him to open up. NOW.” My shoulders were grabbed by the guy under me and pushed down. At the same, T-guy pushed in, also grabbing my shoulders to bring me down. Despite the T, the pain was intense and I let out a scream. “Yeah, faggot, scream for me. Let everyone know we’re wrecking your drugged up cunt.” When he finished degrading me, he began the forced invasion of my hole. Though in my brain it heard “cunt,” not hole. Every inch of his cock stretched me further, eliciting pleas for him to stop and pull out. He stopped his forward movement. “You really want my dick out of you?” I said I did and he responded, “Okay.” He pulled out and the other guy started to say, “what the…” Before he could finished, T-guy shoved his cock back into my stretched out cunt. The T finally took over and my cunt opened and took the thick cock and PA. This time, there was no stopping him. He had my shoulders still and kept me in place as he pushed all the way in. I groaned as he got in as far as he could. Then without knowing I was about to say it, I moaned, Oh, God. Do it. Fuck me.” He pulled his cock out to the ridge and slammed back in, making me moaned beg for it. He let go of my shoulders, as did the guy under me. “Tell us what you want. What you need.” I moaned, “fuck me, I need you to fuck me. Wreck my hole.” I heard a new voice say, “That’s fucking hot.” T-guy, responded to the new guy, “you ain’t seen nothing yet.” He leaned down as close as he could to my ear and said, loudly, “You need to get fucked? Then you do it faggot. Ride our cocks, show us how desperate you are.” He leaned back up and my need took over. I began lifting myself up and off the cocks before sliding back down. Each move took me further up their cocks and a little faster each way. “Don’t fucking waste our time.” I got his meaning. On the next lift I went all the way up, and then slammed back down. “That’s it. Good faggot. Beg for it. What do you need.” “Please, Sir, I need you both to breed my cunt. Give me your loads.” I kept up my fucking myself, once lifting all the way and slamming back down, taking them at the same time. The guy below me announced, “Fuck yeah faggot. I’m gonna breed your cunt. Make you pregnant.” Almost immediately, I felt him get even thicker as he began shooting his cum deep in my cunt. He kept thrusting, making sure every drop was in me. I felt him start to soften and tell T-guy, “ I’m coming out.” The new guy said, “Damn that was hot. Wish I could get in there.” T-guy told him, “Get naked and on the bed. On your back.” I heard clothes rustling and then movement on the bed. T-guy said, “Nice dick. You ready?” T-guy pulled out of my hole causing me to whimper and beg him to put it back in. There were no words as he lifted my right leg at the knee, pulling me off the bed. I felt the bed move as the new guy slid across to get under me. “Faggot, grab his dick and aim it to your cunt. Do not put it in you.” I was wobbly, from all the meth. I grabbed the dick and it was thick and long. I put it at my stretched cunt, and fought hard to not put it in me. “Good faggot. Follow directions and you’ll get what you want. Grab his hips.” I felt the guy take hold of hips with his big, calloused hands. This was a hard worker. “Beg him for his cock. That’s a man sized black cock.” “Please Sir, shove your big black cock in me. Please Sir.” The guy below me, still holding my hips, said, “You think you can take it faggot? Feel how big it is around? It’s even bigger in length, 11” in fact. If I put it in that faggot cunt, you don’t control what happens. I do. Is that clear boy?” “Yes, Sir. Fuck my faggot cunt.” T-guy, who’s quickly taken control of me, tells him, “Do it. Hard.” “Faggot, I’m gonna destroy your cunt.” He said this then immediately pulled me down as hard as he could. Even after taking the two big dicks, this one hurt. I screamed in pain as my hole was forced open again and my rectum was stretched even more to accommodate his thick monster. I felt his cock ram into my second hole and stop, but I knew it wasn’t all the way in. “Open that fucking hole faggot. You still got 3” to take. Get off my dick unless it goes all the way in.” I kept pressing downward but it wouldn’t go in. I knew what I had to do, and was so fucking turned on to do it. I rose up, and off his dick. I turned to where I thought T-guy was and said, without thinking, “Master, May I have more and your help?” He laughed and said, “Master? That sounds right.” There was a moment of silence, followed by another rock getting shoved as deep as could. “Now faggot, beg me for what you need me to do.” “Please Master, push me down as hard as you can so this big dick opens my hole.” Turning back in the direction of the black guy, I said, “Hard and fast?” I felt the rock burning and the feeling of wanting nothing more then my hole and that cock. I pressed the head to my cunt simply said, “Now.” I pushed down as hard as possible. Master’s hands pushed me down even harder and the black guy slammed upward. The pain was wonderful as this time my inner hole briefly fought the invasion, but was beaten by us. I groaned in pleasure as I came slamming down on the black man’s crotch. “Fuck yeah faggot, you done good. You were right Mike, this bitch is good.” “I don’t make shit up, Lamont.” I knew their names. I didn’t care. I just said, “Please, again.” I rose up to the ridge of his dick an slammed all the way down again. I then took over, fucking myself up and down, taking it all the way to the balls. After several minutes of riding his cock as hard as possible, I stopped when I was fully impaled. I leaned down, laying across his chest. Master knew what I wanted and immediately moved into place. “Hold him tight, Lamont. I’m coming in.” Lamont wrapped his arms tightly around me. “You are a freak white boy; I like that.” I only had time to say, “Thank you, Sir.,” before I felt Master’s cocky at my hole. As he began to push in, I started pushing down and back, forcing my cunt to stretch. With a lot of resistance, my hole fought a valiant fight. It lost as we worked together and I groaned as Master’a dick penetrated it. Not allowing myself to change my mind, I kept pushing down, taking Master’s cock inch by inch without stopping. “Fuck faggot, you really are a pig.” I pulled up and then slammed back down, taking both cocks as hard as I could. My hips were grabbed from behind and Sir said, “My turn.” He pulled out, all the way, before slamming back in. He did this several times until there was no resistance. A new voice, deep and with a sound of twisted pleasure, said, “Hope there’s gonna be something left for me, Mike.” The only thought that could go through my mind was that I’d been setup. I moaned in response to this thought. “Don’t worry Jack. I have something for that,” and laughed as he again rammed his dock in me, Lamont groaned and said, “I’m going to fucking nut in you faggot. You want my load? “Please, Sir. Breed my ho, breed my cunt.” With that, he pushed in as far as he could and I felt him start to spasm as he shot his load in me. “Fuck yeah faggot, take my load.” He shot for almost 30 seconds before the spasms ended. “Thank you Sir. Thank you for giving me your load.” “Oh, faggot, that’s the first of many I’m dumping in that cunt.” Master began pulling out and I whimpered. I don’t know what came next, but I could feel a new, feeling through my rectum. It was as if my cunt was vibrating from inside. I lost control and could not stop from Master’s being forced out of my hole fast and hard. “I’m gonna cum,” and I could barely finish it before my cock, still soft, erupted with a force I’d never felt before. The new guy told Master, “Quick, shove it back in and fuck him, he’s gonna enjoy this.” Whatever was happening in my cunt, was still going on as Masted rammed back in and began fucking me again. I moaned and begged, “Please, I can’t.” The new guy said, in my ear, “Ride the wave boy. Your having anal orgasms. There gonna continue, over and over, while you got his cock in you. He ain’t stopping until I tell him.” Master continued to fuck me, and like the guy said, the orgasms continued in waves. I lay there, still across Lamont’s chest, when he said, “Fuck, I can feel your cunt cumming around my dick. Keep it going and you’re gonna get me hard again.” I lost all focus on the world around me, other than words, and as intense s what was happening, I started moaning as the intensity moved from overload to extreme overload and felt great. I gave into it and just lay there, taking Master’s cock. Wave after wave continued and at the same time, I felt Lamont get hard again and start pumping in and out with Master. This only intensified the feelings in my cunt. I think I must have passed out, just after blowing another load. When I came back around, my hole was empty and I could feel residual waves, less intense then before, still going through my body. When I moved, I heard Lamont say, “Welcome back boy. How you doing.” This was a much different voice and temperament. “I…I’m… oh, fuck. That was intense.” He gently rolled me off of him and put me on my back on the bed. He reached up and pulled the blindfold off. I tried to keep my eyes closed, wanting to continue the anonymity. “It’s okay, Master said you’re ready to know what’s going on.” I gently and slowly opened my eyes, finding it hard to focus for several seconds. When my eyes could see, I saw the face, and recognized it, flinching in response. “You recognize me don’t you boy?” I nodded in response,shutting my eyes in shame.

Sorry for the delay. There are four more parts written. Part 3 The next guy walked to the bed and saw the plug. “How many loads so far?” and I told him. “Nice, I love sloppy holes.” He tugged at the plug, stretching my hole, but not removing it. He asked, “You party, pig?” I shook my head. “Say it faggot. Do you party?” I said I didn’t and he asked why. I told him I was too afraid. “Too bad.” He returned his attention to the plug, this time pulling it all the way out. As soon as the plug was out, he shoved two fingers in my hole. I felt the scrape of a shard; a BIG shard. I felt the burn start as he pressed it in to the wall of my ass. “What the fuck was that. What’d you do? “Relax boy, enjoy the ride. I told you you were not going to say no.” He kept his fingers in my hole, adding a third. As the shard really hit, I started to have trouble breathing, but my ass became majorly hungry. I began fucking myself up and down on his fingers. “You like what the T is doing to your hole?”a All I could do was groan and continue fucking his fingers. I felt a cold metal at my hole and realized it was his PA. Somehow my mind cleared briefly,remembering a fisting video I’d see of a guy taking a huge hand and cock in his ass. I wanted that. The fingers were removed, and the guy said, “let’s get you fully tweaked,” as he shoved another shard, not as big, but equally strong, up my ass. He then pulled his fingers out, and slid his PA and cock in my hole. He was thicker than any of the first guys and even with the shard running through me, I grunted from the stretch. I could feel the still melting shard get pushed deeper with his cock. He did not waste time. He began pounding my hole for all he was worth. I’m sure the PA was tearing me apart. I began pushing back to meet his thrusts, begging him to fuck me hard and to breed me. I heard a new voice, not having heard anyone come in. “Fuck man, pound him out.” The guy fucking me stopped and spoke to the new guy, though I couldn’t understand anything. Suddenly, the guy who was fucking me pulled out. I begged him to fuck me, but his response was telling me to shut the fuck up. I was waiting for the new guy to fuck me, but nothing happened. I was starting towery that they were leaving. “Where’s the blindfold?” the new guy asked. I told him and he tossed it on the bed, “Put it on.” When it was on I felt one of the guys get on the bed next to me. I then was pulled across his body so that I was straddling his dick. I knew it was the new guy, since there was no PA. T guy/PA guy asked the new guy, “you party?” He answered, “No, I get tested. But you can.” I felt another shard get pushed into my hole. This was as big as the first, and just as powerful. I started to lose control, begging the guy I was on to fuck me. “Ride my dick if you want it bitch.” I grabbed his dick, lined it up with my hole and dropped myself down. His was the biggest dick of the night. Easily 9” and thicker then the T guy. I lifted up and dropped down several times, enjoying the stretch from his dick. After several of these moves, he grabbed me by the shoulders, slamming me down as hard as he could. At first, I thought he was getting ready to cum, but they had something different in mind. With my ass ground into the crotch of the new guy, T guy came behind me and told me, “Lean down bitch. We have a surprise for you.” I leaned down, as much as I was pulled forward by the guy on the bed and pushed by T guy. I knew immediately what they planned and I whimpered to them to stop. I couldn’t possibly take both of their dicks. In almost unison, they told me to shut the fuck up. “Now it’s time to make that hole a cunt. We’re gonna stretch you to the limit.” I felt the PA at my hole and again begged them to stop. I was immediately smacked on the back of the head. “The only sound I want to hear out of you is your groans as I rip your hole apart. Do you understand?” This night had taken a turn I did not plan for. “Yes, Sir.” With that, the destruction began. The PA pressed against my hole

Want to do this tomorrow night, 12-18. What’s a good motel to do this at? looking for an early Xmas gift

Part 2 I made sure my head was down and ass was up when I heard the door open and then close fairly quickly. I heard footsteps coming toward the bed and shook my ass a little to show the goods. “Fuck, yeah, that’s what I need.” I could hear him pull his zipper down and thought “Fuck yeah, this guy is definitely my ideal.” I felt his hands spread my cheeks to see my hole and then a finger slid in. “Not too loose; I like that. That a rock up your ass?” Clearly the shard was still dissolving, no use lying. I nodded my head, hoping it wasn’t a dealbreaker for him. “Fucking a, a hot ass and a T slut. This my lucky day.” He saw condoms on the bed and said, “What the fuck? I thought this was a raw scene.” I quickly explained that it was for the guys who show up and want to fuck safe. There’s always the party poopers. “Fuck those losers. Raw is raw.” I saw out of the corner of my eye him reach down and grab the condoms and the bottle of lube. I heard the sound of him lubing his cock and then he placed the head of his dick at my hole. This thing was huge. He began pushing in, but even with the shard and lube, it wasn’t going. A bottle of poppers, with no label, was dropped by my head. “Take 3 hits each nostril, hold them until I tell you.” I did as directed and was immediately blown away; these were fucking strong. “Tap the pillow when you can’t hold them any more.” I waited as long as I could before tapping out at about 10 seconds. “Release.” I knew what was coming and it was exactly as I expected. As I released the poppers and started to feel the effect, he pushed as hard as he could and his knob broke through my ring. Between the poppers and shard, there was pressure, but I didn’t feel any pain. His cock was average in thickness and length, so it slid balls deep immediately. “Ready?” I nodded. He pulled back to the rim of his cock head before slamming back in. He did this about four times, to get me into a false sense of security. His next action, he yanked his cock completely out. I couldn’t help but to grunting pain. Before I could catch my breath, he shoved his cock back in and then pulled it out again. I hit the poppers to dull the pain and he began his final fucking. As this was going on, I heard the door open and close, and a guy coming towards the bed. The guy fucking me told the other he’d be done soon and the other guy only said, “Good.” The guy fucking me sped up and slammed balls deep, grunting and shooting deep in me. I never feel the cum hitting me when I’m getting bred, but I always feel the spasms. “Oh fuck that was good.” He pulled out and moved to my face. Immediately, the second guy was fucking me. “Clean my duck off; can’t have the girlfriend smelling you.” I opened my mouth and took his cock in. He asked me, “You neg?” Another trick question. I am undetectable, but like to play with guys. I nodded my head, indicating I was. “Prep?” I shook my head no. “Fuck man, your just going to take any load without asking? Nodded my head. “Im definitely going to come back later and give you another pounding.” The door opened and another guy, actually two enter. The guy fucking me groans as he dumps his load in me and pulls out. No words, nothing from him. I feel a hand on my ass and two fingers slide up my hole. “Damn, lubed up for me.” I feel his cock head at my hole as his dick slides in. The guy in front of me says, “Give me your phone.” I think about refusing or asking why, but I don’t. I point to the top of the bed and watch as he moves to pick it up. “Code?” I give it to him and he unlocks the phone. He tells me he is going to all the sites, Grindr, anywhere I posted ads and respond with the location. I hear various comments from him, rejecting some and saying “Damn” a few times. All of a sudden he tells me to lift my head. I do and my phone is right in my face. “Tell the man fucking you what you want.” I knew he was recording a video and it was too late to do anything. “Fuck me man, give me your cum.” A new voice, the guy fucking me, “Yeah? Beg for it pig.” I begged and pleaded for him to shoot in my ass and add to the loads. “Here it comes boy.” He pounded several more times before slamming deep and shooting a huge load in me. It took a minute before he was done shooting and pulled out. The next guy, a heavier set guy based on hi stomach hitting my ass, entered my hole. The guy with my phone told the guy, have him clean you off. In seconds, the cock that just fucked me was sliding in my mouth. As I opened my eyes to look at his crotch. There was a scorpion tattoo to the left of his cock and a bio-hazard symbol to the right. I heard some talk between the two guys, with the second guy laughing and saying, “Not anymore.” He pulled out and got dressed as the guy fucking me shot his load and pulled out. Within moments, it was just me and the first fucker. He tossed my phone on the bed next to my face. “You have more guys on the way.” “You got anything to keep those loads in you?” I pointed to the nightstand drawer, “Butt plug.” He grabbed the plug and slid it in me. He told me to have fun and that he’d be back. The door opened as he left. Less than an hour, four loads, at least one of which was poz, probably toxic. I watched the video of me getting fucked and begging for the load. The tats were clearly visible. After about five minutes, there was a knock and the door opened and closed. Round 2

Part 1 I love anonymous cum dump play at motels. Have had several successes (one, 18 loads from 16 guys - one guy came back for seconds and thirds.) There have also been some flood; but that’s to be expected. The last time I had a scene like this was the one with 18 loads. Hole remained tight and held the loads until the next morning, walking through Target, I could feel the cum dripping down my leg. I think some guys could smell it as they kept staring at me. Went into the bathroom and held my hand under my hole and let all the cum out. Just as I was about to use it to jerk off, the door opened and a guy walked in. Bypassed the urinals and stopped right in front of my stalk, standing and watching me through the crack. I sat and waited, clock hard and sticking up. Guy, who I thought may be plain clothes security, unzipped his pants, fished his cock out. I heard him whisper, “Open your door, i can smell your need for cock. We all can.” Figuring, “What the hell,” I unlocked and opened the door. There in front of me was one of the guys I noticed, bearded, late 30s probably, with a ring on the finger. Married straight guy. JACKPOT!!! Knowing my role, I stood up, turned around and showed him my ass. I reached my hand back, filled with spunk, and rubbed some in my crack and into my hole. I was shocked and very turned on when the guy grabbed my hand and pulled it to his dick, telling me, “Lube me up faggot.” I stroked his cock, making sure to lube his head and shaft heavily. “Enough. Spread ‘em fag.” I kicked off my shorts from one foot, spread my legs to get a good stance, and then reached back to spread my cheeks as ordered. “Fuck, faggot, you look like you had some fun.” He stepped forward, placed his cock head at my hole and told me, “Be quiet.” With that he rammed in balls deep in one thrust and I fought to hold in the scream. Even with all the fucks, it hurt like hell. He did not waste time, or allow me to get used to his dick. He began tucking me hard and fast, telling me, “The wife’s waiting for me.” I moaned in ecstasy when he said this. He laughed and said, “You know it faggot. She won’t let me do this to her,” pulling all the way out before slamming all the way back in. “Gods thing that faggot sluts like you are so horny for straight guys and will bend over whenever we tell you.” He proceeded to stop talking and intensify his pounding of my cunt. He slammed in one more time, telling me, “Take my straight load in your cunt faggot.” He shot several times before pulling out. I immediately spun around and dropped to my knees. I engulfed his cum covered cock to the base, cleaning it, his pubes and balls of all traces of cum. “Fuck yeah, full service faggot. Hole and cleaning. Back off, I gotta take a wicked piss.” I only tightened my lips, looked up at him and nodded. “No fucking way.” He released and pissed down my throat. He shoved his clean and soft cock back in his pants. He pulled a pen out of his pocket, “Give me your number. I’m going to need that cunt more.” I scribbled my number on some toilet paper and handed it to him. He stuffed it in his pocket and walked out. Fast forward six years, married, started partying, but fewer allowances to do scenes like this. Until now. Husband had to go out of town for a week to “Find himself.” That’s great, you do that. I will find myself in my own way. I placed adds on BBRTS, Grindr and anywhere else I could think of. Still mourn the loss of Craigslist personals. About 8 guys expressed interest. So I reserved a room at a cheap, rundown motel in Denver and drove up Saturday. I checked in and realized this was the perfect setting. Room was a bed, table and bathroom. Lighting was already dim with only two lights. The bed was king size, trashy blanket and sheets. Most important - the door was not an new door. Latch on top fir safety, but heavy and out of shape. I could push the food halfway closed, and it wouldn’t move easily. Perfect for it to remain open. After cleaning out very deeply (never know what might come up) I placed very explicit and direct ads on all the sites: “Anonymous motel pump n dump. Hotel name and room number sent in first reply; no long messaging. Door is open, room dimly lit. I’ll be face down, ass up, blindfold optional. You knock, cum in, fuck me, breed me and leave. Multiple cummers can stay and fuck as long as you need. Otherwise, you need to get going, no staying to watch. Here are the rules: no making appointments. You show up and take your chance of walking in on me getting fucked, or another coming in while you’re fucking me. If you’re not down with this, then this isn’t the scene for you. Only limits are women/pain/blood and the like. Fucking can be mild to wild, your choice. I can take it hard, so feel free. Primary focus is on getting fucked and seeded, but other stuff can be involved, if it goes there.” Within 10 minutes, I was getting hits on Grindr but had to deny some who wanted to use condoms; did you even read the ad? The first wave of responses included 5 successful catches who said they could be there anywhere from 15 to 45 minutes. One actually piqued my interest as his first message was, “Fuck boy, I’m gonna take that ass apart. But I want to ask you a question first.” I thought about deleting him until he sent a picture of his cock and the PA that was in it. I responded back, “Fuck I need that cock. What’s the question?” He responded quickly, “You party?” Fuck, the question that always causes a challenge. If I respond honestly, some guys get turned off. If I lie and say no, some guys end chat right away. I looked over at the nightstand where my bag of T shards was sitting. I thought about how to respond, and devised a plan. I replied, “Never done it, fantasized about it. Even came close a few times, but chickened out each time. You party?” No response for a couple minutes and I began to give up and check other responses. Then his message came in. “Yeah boy, I party and love getting boys like you spun up and use you. I have enough T to get you going. Wanna do it this time? No chickening out or turning back?” I knew, this was going to be a chance to fulfill two fantasies at once: getting raw fucked by a guy with a PA and to possibly get stealth drugged. I replied, “How will it work, what if I say no?” His reply was direct, “You won’t say no to me faggot. Now, am I doing you or not? I’m ending chat after this if you don’t answer correctly.” Not wanting to appear to eager, I took about 90 seconds to think about it. I replied, “yes,Sir,” and gave him the hotel name and room number, along with a map. His response was simple, “I know the place. 30 minutes until your life changes boy. Hopefully, you’ll be loaded for me. I don’t use lube.” With that, the chat disappeared from the window. I checked all the other sites, sent out info and was alerted to a new message on Adam 4 Adam. Simply said, “in parking lot.” I closed my tablet, hid it under mattress. I quickly lubed a finger to open my hole. I grabbed a nice sized shard from the bag, which joined the tablet. Little more lube on fingers and shard. Shoved it as deep and as hard as possible up my ass. It began burning as I heard a knock on the door, followed by it opening. Here we go.

Been there and know the feeling. Take your time.

Part 5: Sir called out, “Okay guys, let’s go.” I was again lifted and dropped down on the dildo and Houston’s cock several times. Houston only stared at me and smirked as his still hard cock continued to be fucked by my cunt and the rubber cock. I heard Sir, the next time I was balls deep, tell Jose, “Spin him.” Jose took my shoulders while Houston took my hips. Without the dicks being removed, they proceeded to turn me 180 degrees so I was facing out the back of the van. There were six men, in various ages/sizes/cleanliness, etc. I knew what was cumming. I thought I did at least. Each guy, in turn, entered the van and rammed their dick down my throat. Each man, with not a clean crotch among them, skull fucked me until they came. Except they didn’t cum in me or on me. Instead, Sir handed the first guy a small jar and simply ordered, “Load in the jar.” The first three men took turns skull fucking me and pulling out to shoot their loads in the jar. When they left, I noticed that the line was now several men longer. I couldn’t see the end of the line, but could see several cocks being jerked off. The next guy in line stood outside the van, watching me and jerking his dick with a grin on his face. I recognized him as another of the former inmates. “Beg me faggot,” he snidely leered at me. “Please Mr. Masetes, fuck my throat.” Before he moved, Sir asked him, “Did you do what I ordered?” Gabe responded, “Yes, Sir, I’m not stupid enough to disobey you.” Sir, ignoring this, ordered, “Strip, and show him.” Not resistant to the order, Gabe proceeded to take his shirt and pants off, standing naked outside the van. I couldn’t help but admire his lean, Mexican body and his abs, which while not a ripped six pack, were clearly visible. Moving downward to look more closely at his cock, I froze at his waistline. Between his waistline and the base of his cock was a tattoo that I recognized from stories, pictures and videos. It was a bio-hazard symbol with the words “Toxic” and “Loads” on each side of it. The meth coursing through me and still controlling my brain made me beg, “Please, give me your toxic load.” He smiled as he stepped into the van. As I tried to reach out to get to his tattoo, he slapped me away and said, “Earn it.” With that, he turned around, grabbed handles on each side, bent over and shoved his ass out, toward me. I heard Houston say, “Fuck Gabe, you nasty.” Then he ordered me to spread the ass open. I reached forward and did so. If I was shocked by the first tattoo, this one, I should say, these were even more so. Surrounding his hole was another biohazard tattoo. Tattooed vertically down the inside of each cheek were the words “Cum” and “Whore,” with arrows pointing to his hole. “Oh, fuck, that’s hot,” slipped from my mouth before I could stop myself. As soon as the last word was finished, the ass was slammed backward and the hole smashed right onto my open mouth. As shocked as I was, I knew what I was supposed to do, and drove my tongue from my mouth and right into his hole. His hole opened up easily to my tongue and I heard him moan and tell me, “Eat my hole. Empty it for me.” Somewhere at the back of my mind, I registered this comment and thought, to my utter disgust that he was going to make me eat shit. Before I could respond, I felt a warm liquid on my tongue and knew; there was cum in his ass. This sent me over the edge, knowing that this hot Mexican macho guy, was like me: a cum dump. I reached up and spread his cheeks; he began to tell me to stop. It was him who stopped as he felt my face and tongue push even deeper. I felt Houston reach up and push my head forward sat the same time i heard Sir tell Gabe, “Feed him.” In the next second, I felt Gabe loosen his hole and cum started flowing out. This was clearly several loads as the flow was heavy. I devoured it as if it was the sweetest thing I’d ever tasted. Houston urged, “Swallow those loads you sick faggot fuck.” I heard Gabe moaning as he finished emptying the loads from his ass. He pulled away and stood back up. I heard him ask Sir, “Can I do it now?” Sir responded, “Not yet, I have an extra reward for you; but you’ll need to wait a few minutes.” Gabe’s voice was a mix of sadness and excitement when he responded, “Yes, Sir.” He hopped out of the van and the next guy hopped in. For about the next twenty minutes, I was skull-fucked by the remaining guys in line, each shooting loads into the jar, which was, at the end, almost full. The last two men were directed to piss down my throat after the last guy came. They took turns pissing down my throat, ordering me not to drop any. This piss was different from any other; it was much stronger and acrid. I wanted to throw up, but resisted, knowing the danger I’d be in. As the second guy began pissing, I felt it. Another rush, head spinning, and craving; I was drinking chem piss and became much more eager. When the last guy finished and hopped out, Gabe hopped back in, still naked and hard. With no warning, I felt Houston’s arms around me as he held me tight. I saw a needle in agaves hand and begged him to slam me again, already knowing I was a slamwhore. When he moved toward me and grabbed my arm, I felt Houston’s hand grabbed me and squeeze hard in the middle of my upper arm. Gabe flicked the crook of my arm a couple of times to pop a vein up. It was only then that I saw the needle. This one did not have a clear liquid in it. The liquid was red. I looked from it alto Gabe’s face and shook my head, starting to beg him not to do it. “Shut up faggot.” He pulled the cap off and after swabbing the area with an alcohol wipe, he placed the tip of the needle at my vein. “Watch faggot. Watch as I give you my toxic blood. You know you want this.” Through the tears, and the realization that everything that had happened before, all the raw loads, there was now no avoiding my fate. I looked him in the face before turning to look at my arm. As soon as I turned, the needle was slid in. I watched as he pulled back the plunger and the liquid became even more red. As he made to push the plunger in, the word, “No,” slipped from my mouth. He began to say something but stopped as my hand reached up to physically stop him. I hesitated before I said simply, “Let me do it.” Sir, who I noticed for the first time, was pointing his phone right at me and said, “Do it.” Gabe moved his hand and I took a hold of the plunger. Seeing my hand twitch a little, Gabe put his hand on mine to steady me. I watched as the plunger pushed to scarlet liquid in my arm. This was clearly a bigger slam as I was feeling it with half the meth still in the needle. I finished the push and Gabe quickly covered the injection site with cotton and removed the needle. I raised my arm and the impact was intense. There were five coughs, heavy ear ringing and for a moment I was afraid I was going to die. When that passed and I screamed to be fucked, I heard Sir from somewhere say, “Do it.” I felt Houston pull me back so that my back was against his muscular torso. Feeling his pecs and nips,along with his ripped abs pressing into me only intensified the effects. Gabe pushed my legs up just far enough for Houston to grab them and pull them backwards, as far and wide as they’d go. This new series of movements created an intense stretching of my hole as Houston’s cock and the dildo moved along with my body. I watched as Gabe got between my legs, took cum from the jar to lube the stretched ring of my cunt and then his dick. I knew what was cumming and was terrified. “Oh fuck, give me that third cock. Rape me hard. WRECK ME.” With that Gabe placed his cock head at my hole and pushed. My hole wouldn’t open, there was too much in me. Knowing what would push him to what I needed, I looked him in the eyes and insulted him. “You fucking faggot, you can’t even get that cock of yours in me? You really are a bottom bitch like me.” This did it. After slapping me as hard as he could, punching me in the balls and spitting on face, he slammed hard into me. My hole gave way as he rammed in balls deep. I had three dicks in me. “C’mon Gabe, give it to me. Rape me.” For the next two minutes, I was raped and knew I’d never be the same, physically or mentally. When I knew he was getting close I begged him, “Please give me your toxic cum. Make me toxic. Knock your bitch up.” This made him pound me harder until he blew a huge load in me, telling me he was destroying my life with his load, calling me his AIDS brother and whore. After he finished cumming, and catching his breath, he groaned, “You are so fucking nasty. But I’m not done with you. Houston, you ready for lift off?” Houston only responded, “Fuck yeah.” With that, Gabe reached down, wrapped me in his arms and counted to 3. On 3, he fell backwards, pulling me with him. As this happened, Houston lifted up off his back. All three cocks, all still hard, moved with me and my hole stretched even more. I felt movement as Houston adjusted himself and then began pounding me, matching the techniques Gabe. I whimpered in pain before begging to get raped. Houston didn’t last long until he shot his second load deep in my wrecked cunt. It took several minutes for the three cocks to be removed. The dildo was the last to slide out and as it did, I fell onto my side, knowing I had just been completely anally destroyed. I looked at the two cocks and dildo that had just been in me, seeing cum and lube on all three. I moved toward Houston first and cleaned him off then did the same for Gabe, even kissing and licking the cum from his tattoo. After they were done, Sir ordered me to get on my hands and knees, facing the dildo with my ass up. It took me a long time, to do, but eventually I did. I heard each of the four men make comments about my hole, saying it was no longer recognizable as an asshole. That it was more wrecked then a cunt after a gangbang and that I could now take anything they wanted to shove in me. Sir asked me, “You still want more don’t you?” I responded, “No Sir. It doesn’t matter what I want. Do you want to do more to me Sir?” He laughed and said, “I have one last thing. You remember all those loads those guys shot in the jar?” I nodded and he asked, “Why do you think I did that?” I couldn’t fathom any special reason. Then it hit me. The last fantasy I had told him. “They’re poison loads Sir. They are dirty and toxic loads.” Sir said, “That’s right boy, that’s what you wanted isn’t it? Tell me what you wrote.” “I told you that I wanted to take a bunch of loads that had the most bugs in it. Don’t care what toes, what strains. But I wanted each one to have some disease that would infect me.” Sir responded, “You’re going to get what you want, and more. Those 26 loads are filled with toxic, high viral AIDS loads. At least three of the loads are over a million count. There’s also every possible STI in there, some that are already med resistant. And they are all going into that dirty faggot cunt.” I was on the hook, “Please Sir, put those nasty loads in my cunt. Infect me please.” Jose moved in front of me and placed his phone in front of me with video recording. I was told to get down all the way, and to arch my back so that my hole was high enough to swallow it all. A huge funnel, with a large exit hole was jammed into me. I felt it scratching against the walls of my cunt as it was pushed deep. Then I felt it. I watched as Sir poured the cum into the funnel and then felt the cum slide into my hole. It took a minute, but soon almost all the cum was in me. I’d never felt this full. I begged for the last of the cum, but only could watch as the funnel was pulled out, with Sir making sure that it was empty before pulling out. He set the jar on my ass and I could only beg for the last inch of the cum. Sir stayed motionless for a couple, enjoying my begging and pleading. When he picked up the jar, I almost squealed with delight. I didn’t expect what was coming next. Sir asked me, “Do you remember what I said to you when I was fucking you in the stall?” I had to focus, which was extremely difficult, to remember everything he said. I had a strong response to one thing in particular. “I wouldn’t open my inner hole for you and you said you would get in there.” Sir said, “Close enough. Well now is the time where your ass pays the piper. I’m getting in that hole.” I watched as Sir poured the remainder of the cum on his hand, palm and back and then wipe it around. He folded his hand into the duck shape and push into my hole. I felt his fingers, his hand, and his wrist slide into me with no resistance. I heard the sound of all the cum in my ass as he entered the cum tunnel. He did not stop. He continued to push his arm into me, meeting no resistance. I then felt his fingers and his hand start entering that once tight second hole. I heard gasps from the other guys as the entire arm slid into my ass, Sir’s wrist nearly at the point of passing all the way through the inner hole. He proceeded over the next five minutes to pull out and push back in, not being able to adjust enough to get himself all the way in that hole. He slowly pulled his arm al the way out and wiped his arm off and pushed the cum in me. “Houston, show me your arm.” I felt movement behind me and saw Houston’s body appear behind me. It was covered in a thick coat of grease and he said, “this is gonna be good.” As Sir directed him, Houston put his hand to my hole and I could tell that it was bigger than Sir. It slid through my hole and was immediately sucked in, past the wrist and up his arm. He quickly reached the inner hole and stopped. He took a picture, tossed his phone in front of me and I was shocked. As deep as he was in me, he still had about 6” to 7” to go. The phone was removed. Sir said, “Do it,” and I prepared to have the rest of Houston’s arm pushed in, his hand passing through the inner hole. Instead, there was no movement. Sir repeated, in a more demanding voice, “Do it faggot, take his arm.” I knew what this meant I immediately pulled forward a couple of inches, and then pushed backward. I refused to stop and felt Houston’s big hand slide all the way through, wrist and all. I pushed until my hole was planted on the crook of his arm. Taking a few seconds to catch my breath, I started to pull off and push back, increasing the depth I pulled off and the intensity I pushed back with. I quickly felt the inner hole lose al resistance as I slammed myself up and down Houston’s arm. I felt my prostate getting assaulted, and angled it so that it was beaten on every motion. I whimpered, “Cum Sir?” He said, “Not this time faggot. Not yet.” I moaned but continued to fuck myself on Houston’s arm. I knew I needed one last thing. “Sir, can I have one more thing done?” Sir said, “As long as you don’t cum.” I asked Houston, while I was fully planted on him, “Mr. Houston, when I pull off the next time, all the way off, will you put your hand into a fist? Then ram it all the way in, no stopping?” Houston, for the first time possibly, was unsure and said, “Fuck faggot. That’s gonna hurt. You sure? Sir? “ In unison, Sir and I said, “Do it.” Houston said, “Fuck it. Let’s go faggot.” I took a breath and began pulling off his arm. He laughed and said, “Let’s get this going,” and proceeded to pull his arm all the way out. I groaned in pain, not expecting this. Within a second, not giving me a chance to change my mind, Houston placed his clenched fist at my cunt and slammed his arm all the way up me. The pain was intense as he passed the first ridge and continued up. He hit the inner ring and there was resistance. He continued to push, but couldn’t get through. “C’mon faggot, you want this, give it up to mt black fist.” He tried pushing more, but nothing moved. “Gabe get up front and hold him in place.” Gabe moved in front of me and lifted me up to scoot under me. His hands went to my shoulders and pushed me back onto Houston’s arm. “Perfect. Last chance faggot.” He pushed again and, even with me not being able to move away, he couldn’t get through. He yanked his arm all the way out. I heard rustling behind me and him say this should do it. I felt the largest shard I’d been given set down ass. Another picture, and the size of the shard was immense. 1” long, 1/4 inch thick. The shard was quickly picked up and jammed deep in me by Houston. He shoved it to the inner hole and held it there the pain was intense as the huge rock dissolved with a major burn and a reaction similar to my first slams He decided when it was about a quarter left to melt, “Ready or not, I’m going through.” Without pulling out, I felt him move his fingers into a fist. He pulled out out about 6” and told Gabe, “Hold him tight.” This time he did not try to push his way through the ring. Instead, he slammed his arm in, fist first, back into my hole. He punched the ring, immediately pulled back and repeated it. I was so fucking high that I couldn’t register the pain that was occurring in my cunt, What I could register was the intense pleasure I was feeling of having my inner hole punched over and over again. The pleasure was so intense, that after four or five punches, I had to join in. With a slight movement the first time, I pushed back to meet Houston’s fist. Houston felt this and urged me, “Fuck yeah faggot, ride my arm. Rape that inner hole yourself, get my fucking fist in there.” As he punched again, I pushed back harder. We did this in unison six more times, me getting tougher each time. On the seventh, it happened. As he punched forward and I slammed backwards, my hole broke and his fist pushed through. We were both lost in the feeling; him feeling his fist push through and his wrist being tightly grabbed by the hole. I was broken more as I lost sense of being, the endorphins overloading me. He recovered faster and resumed his punching. I felt him pull his fist out and immediately push back in, keeping my inner hole from shutting back down and finally beating it into full submission. This went on for five minutes. I was slumped down, but felt every punch. Finally, he said he was exhausted and pulled his arm out. With his arm and fist exiting my hole, my rectum followed into a major rosebud. I collapsed onto my side, had just enough energy to reach back and feel the rosebud before passing out.

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Chapter 19, Final Revelation Jeff and Fernando took several minutes to get dressed, continuing to watch the boy they just double fucked. He was currently feeling his gaped pussy and sticking fingers inside it. Jeff was the first to think about it and ask Sir. “What are you going to do with him? Is he yours now?” Sir understood what Jeff was asking and shook his head. “I’m stepping back from owning another boy. I don’t think anyone could out do Joey.” Sir and Jeff looked to where Joey was at and saw him on his hands and knees, his ass still being eaten out by Oscar. “Ralphieboy is yours if you guys want him.” Jeff nodded and walked back over to Fernando and told him what happened. Fernando’s face changed into a wicked grin. “We both know we want him. No one else has ever taken us both. But we’re not going to take him.” Jeff started to argue this, but Fernando cut him off. “We’re not going to take him. He’s going to beg us.” Jeff smiled at this devious plan, already devising steps to make it happen. Jeff went to the desk and saw Ralph’s phone, still open. He saw that, as Sir suspected, he had been watching a gay porn to jerk off to. Jeff recognized the video immediately, a Treasure Island clip of a gangbang in Palm Springs. Blindfolded boy taking several DP in a row. Jeff laughed, thinking that Ralphieboy had not expected that he’d be in that situation so fast. Jeff texted himself from Ralphieboy’s phone and then entered a new contact, “we double fucked you pussyboi,” and entered both his and Fernando’s phone numbers. He then grabbed a pen and paper and wrote a brief note, “We can do that again. Look in your phone.” Leaving the paper on the desk, Jeff noticed a pile of dirty laundry on the floor. He walked over to it, getting hit with the distinctive smell of jock boys. He found what he was looking for, two of Ralphieboy’s used jockstraps. One was a black one, and Jeff could see dried cum on it. The other one was a yellow jock, immediately making Jeff wonder what Ralphieboy was really like. Jeff showed them to Fernando who smiled and said, “Both, let’s go.” Sir turned to Oscar and Joey. “That’s enough Oscar, times up.” Oscar pulled his face out from Joey’s ass and stood up. Joey sighed in content. Oscar got dressed and thanked Sir for allowing him to felch each hole. “Shut up and give me your phone.” Sir wanted Oscar to remain in confusion about whether he was in good or bad favor. Sir texted his number from Oscar’s phone then immediately deleted the text. He controlled the boy. Sir tossed Oscar’s phone back, and Oscar barely caught it. “I may or may not be in touch. Get the fuck out of my sight you disgusting pig.” Sir smiled on the inside; he knew he’d break this guy too. Sir walked to the bed where Joey was sitting, still naked and with his knees up and his arms wrapped around them. “Get up boy, time to leave.” Joey looked up at Sir, and Sir saw a look in Joey’s eyes that he had not seen for a few days; a combination of fear and disgust. Sir ignored this and told him again to get up and get dressed. Joey, still in physical pain from what just happened, slowly stood up. Sir, seeing Joey in this condition, started to reach out to help, but quickly stopped himself. He had to remain in the Sir role. Joey took a few minutes to get dressed. He noticed Ralph curled up on the floor, moaning incoherently. Joey suspected that Ralph’s life had just taken an unexpected turn and looked at Sir. “Don’t worry about him. He’s going be fine.” Joey finished getting dressed, grabbed his backpack and waited for Sir to exit the room to take his place behind him. Sir told him to walk in front, “I want to show off my property. Although, most of these guys have seen a lot of you already.” Joey took the lead, initially lowering his head in subservience. After a few steps, Joey chose to risk punishment and lifted his head up, choosing to walk in pride as the property of his Sir. Sir noticed this immediately, a sense of the same pride coming into him. “Good boy, but you do not get to walk this way all the time.” “Understood Sir. Sir and his boy exited the dorm, with occasional grins and comments from guys who had used or abused Joey’s hole. Surprisingly, the comments remained either positive or neutral; there were no insults or harassment. As they arrived at the car, Joey began to walk to the drivers side to open the door. “You don’t need to do that Joey.” Although it was the same voice, Joey knew it wasn’t the same voice. Brian was back and Sir was gone. With that, boy Joey also disappeared and Joy came back. Joey looked back at Brian and said, “I don’t need to. But I want to.” He opened the door fr Brian, who stopped in front of Joey before getting in. “You amaze me Joey. I l…” Brian stopped himself, not wanting to go to fast. Joey heard what Brian was about to say and saw his face change. To make the situation more at ease, Joey replied, “I do too,” before walking around the car and getting in. Getting to Brian’s, they walked in and Joey took it all in. It was not a flashy, overdone house. It wasn’t a dump either. As Brian was, so was his house. A comfortable and calm place. Joey, not wanting to push his luck, asked where he should put his bag. Brian smiled and said, “I’ll show you your room.” At his core, Joey knew he would not be in the same room as Brian, but it still hurt. Brian gave Joey a tour of the house. In the first bedroom, which had a queen bed and nice furniture, Joey began to set his bag down. “This is the guest bedroom, not yours.” They then walked further down the hall, past a set of double doors. Joey knew for certain that was Brian’s room. At the back of the hall they reached another room. When Brian opened the door, Joey’s heart and stomach fell. This room was horrible: a twin size bed that looked older than Joey and mismatched furniture that looked like Goodwill rejects. Joey remained silent, not wanting to offend Brian. Brian turned to Joey and said, “I know it’s not much, but what do you think of the room?” Brian specifically chose his words; he already knew what Joey believed. “Oh, it’s uh, fine. It’ll be okay.” Brian looked at Joey and asked, “Are you sure about it.” Joey half-heartedly nodded his head. Brian bellowed out in laughter, something Joey had never heard. Joey thought Brian was laughing at him and he could feel shame rising up. After he finished laughing, Brian looked at Joey sand said, “Joey, I would make my worst enemy sleep in that room. It came like that with the house and I haven’t gotten around to changing it.” “I wouldn’t make my worst enemy stay in there. I sure as hell wouldn’t put the best thing that’s happened to me in there.” Joey’s spirit lifted again. “C’mon Joey, one more room to see.” They walked back down the hall to the double doors. Brian said, “I hope you’ll say yes, because I’d like this to be our room. If you’re not ready for that, you can have the guest room.” Joey didn’t want to appear overeager, do he waited to answer. Brian opened the door to the master suite, and Joey was hooked. It was furnished understated but beautiful with everything matching. The bathroom had a separate soaking tub and a shower that could easily fit three. Joey turned to Brian and said, “I’ve never dreamed of this. I’d love for this to be our room.” With that, they embraced and kissed more deeply and passionately then either had before. Brian pulled away from the kiss and said, “Since you agreed to make this our bedroom, why don’t we test the bed out?” giving Joey a sexy grin. He saw Joey briefly flinch before he said “Yes” and Brian thought nothing of it. They moved to the bed, where Brian gently pushed Joey down onto his back. Brian stripped Joey to his jockstrap and admired the body Joey had. Joey watched Brian take his own clothes, realizing he’d never seen Brian naked. He’d actually never seen anything but his face. Brian had a nice body, not muscular or over/under sized. He was the guy that Joey had always wanted. When he saw Brian’s dick, which was already hard, his mind flashed back to that night barely a week before, in the bathroom stall at the rest stop. This was the cock, this was the man, who’d taken his virginity, who had started him on the path, that led him here. Brian saw the look on Joey’s face and instantly knew. Joey finally recognized him. He stood still, choosing not to say anything. Joey looked up at Brian and simply said, “It was you.” This wasn’t a question, but a statement. Brian nodded his head. “It was, I di…” Joey stopped him with the words, “Thank you.” Seeing the surprise in Brian’s face, Joey said, “If we hadn’t met there, we wouldn’t be here. Fuck me Brian.” “No Joey. Here, in our home, I’ll make love to you. And if you want to, you can make love to me.” Joey was confused, but when he realized what Brian meant, he started to ask, “You…” “Only with you.” The sex that occurred over the next hour was unlike anything either of them had ever experienced. The passion of it made each man more intense. There was no pain, embarrassment or degrading of Joey. For Brian, he was seeing a man he loved, not just a hole to unload in. Although he did unload in Joey several times. Joey, despite still being in pain from the dorm room brutality, felt no pain when Brian was making love to him, no matter the position. The first time Brian said he was going to cum in Joey, Joey prepared to feel the burning inside him. There was none on any of the four loads that Brian gave him. After both lovers were exhausted, they curled up together in the bed. Brian asked Joey how he was and Joey simply kissed him as answer. When they woke up from their nap, the sun had already set. Brian said, “Let’s eat. You need food.” Brian got out of bed first and Joey could not help but stare at the ass of the man he loved. In the kitchen, Joey sat at the island, watching Brian make food. Brian glanced over and saw a look of perplexity on Joey’s face. “What’s going on Joey? You’re not regretting anything are you?” Joey snapped out of his brain and quickly said, “No. Definitely not regretting anything. I’m just trying to put pieces together.” As Brian plated up their food and brought it to Joey, he asked, “Do want to talk about it?” Joey started to decline but changed his mind, “Yeah. I think I need to. Because a lot of the confusion includes you.” Brian flinched at that statement, fearing it might be really bad. Joey proceeded to unpack all of his thoughts into a long flow of words. “That night, when you fucked me in the bathroom, it hurt like hell. When you shot your load in me, I was so disgusted by the idea of having a man’s cum in me. But I didn’t feel anything else. I still think there was another guy who fucked me, but I can’t remember. And you won’t… you can’t tell me.” “From then on, beginning with all the loads at the rest stop, there was a burning every time someone shot in me. Except, there was one time. The time that Shawn fucked me at the motel. There was no burning.” “Up until today, the burning and pain continued. Every time I was fucked, it hurt like a mother fucker, sorry. Every load burned me inside.” “But then today. Today is what has me so confused. At the restaurant, in the bathroom? I felt no pain when he fucked me and no burning when he unloaded in me. When Thunder fisted me? There was pain, but only because that fucker has some big ass hands. Each of you came in me, including Thunder. There was no pain or burning. The first time Thunder tucked me? Pain and burning.” “Then at the dorm, the pain was ever present. From the first fuck to the last, every load Byrne like hell. I felt like I was gonna die from that fisting. It felt like he was going to rip me apart. The guys jerking off IN my ass?” “But then here, with you, there was no pain or burning. It was the opposite; only the most pleasurable and intense connection.” “What the hell does this mean?” Brian looked at him, into his eyes, and simply said, “I could answer that for you, but it will be better for you to figure it out for yourself.” Joey looked to Brian and stuck his tongue out. “Thanks for your help old wise one.” Brian laughed and said, “Don’t call me old, and from what Shawn told me, I know you can make better use of that tongue.” Over dinner, they chatted idly about the next few days and how Joey would manage school and baseball and everything else. Joey froze and dropped his fork. Brian called out to him to ask if he was okay. Joey realized something that he’d pushed away in his brain. Something that terrified him. “Today is Tuesday right?” Brian said it was. Joey looked at Brian and simply said, “I meet Him on Thursday,” emphasizing the Him. Brian looked at him, “Does that still scare you?” Joey said, “Hell yeah it does. Although hell maybe a bad choice of word to use.” Brian smiled at that, but left it alone. “Joey, you may not believe me now, but you’ll be fine. It’s always scary leading up to your first meeting with Him. But the reward? It’s always worth it.” Joey said, “You’re right. I don’t believe you.” The next two days were the worst. He couldn’t keep his mind on school, baseball was horrible as more of the guys had chosen that using Joey was fine. After practice, he was cornered by five guys, including the outfielder that had fucked him the day before. Using their jockstraps, they tied him to a shower bar. The outfielder shoved his smelly jockstrap in Joey’s mouth to keep him quiet. “I’ve been wearing that just for you.” The five players the took turns raping Joey there in the shower, giving him a total of seven loads. Joey got home after the shower incident and found an envelope sitting on the table. It had his name written on the front in red. There was no address or postage, so Joey though maybe Brian had left him a note. Joey opened the envelope and remove the sing me sheet of paper. Immediately, he knew it was not from Brian. The note read, “Joey, the time has come for us to meet. Tomorrow at 7:00pm at the address below. Tell no one.” There was no name on the note. Joey told Brian the next morning that he was not feeling well and would be staying home. Joey spent the entire day trying to think of anything but tonight. He couldn’t. At 4:00, Brian called to see how Joey was doing and to say he’d be working late. At 6:30, Joey got in the car and drove to the address on the note. As scared as he was, he needed answers. He arrived at the location, a large house in the country side. There was only one car in the driveway. Joey confirmed that he was in the right place. He almost turned the car around to leave, but wouldn’t do that. He finally got out and walked to the door. After he rang the door bell a well dressed man opened it and asked, “What can I do for you?” Joey stumbled through his words before finally being able to say, “I was told to be here at 7:00.” “You must be Joey. Enter. Take your shoes off and follow me. The Master will be around for you shortly.” Joey flinched at the word Master, and when he saw this, the man smiled. “That would be the Master of the house.” The man led Joey to a comfortable seating room and pointed out a chair for Joey. On the table was a bottled water and a meat and cheese tray. Within 10 minutes, Joey heard conversation outside the room before the door opened. A man, around 6’ with sandy blonde hair that was professionally cut walked in. “Hello Joey, so sorry to keep you waiting. How are you this evening?” Joey was surprised at the friendly greeting and the appearance of the man. He said, “I’m okay. A bit nervous.” “Joey, you have nothing to worry about. There’s nobody here but you and me. And I won’t bite.” “Now, do you know why I asked you here tonight?” Joey nodded, “It has to do with what happened last week and what I’ve been going through since then.” The man, who still had not given a name, nodded and, “Very good. Is there anything else you want to know before we go on?” Joey looked at the man, seeing something familiar in him. He also heard something in the back of his mind, but couldn’t figure out what it was. “Who are you?” The man smiled, “You are very direct. Why do you ask that? Is it important?” Joey, beginning to get frustrated with his questions being met with questions, said, “I need the answers, which I believe YOU told me, that when I was ready, I would be given. I’m ready now.” There was a brief look of surprise in the man’s eyes and he sat back in his chair. “Well done, Joseph. I believe you’ve made some connections. Including, connecting the two times we have met. Tell me what those two times were and we can move forward.” Joey responded, “You were the second man to fuck me in the bathroom at the rest stop. But, you looked much different then. And then, I saw you when I passed out at the motel when that guy was using me. Again, you didn’t look like you do now. But the voice, it’s the same. And familiar.” The man responded effortlessly, “You are correct on all points. Now I believe you asked me who I am? My name is Alfred Collins.” Joey was caught off guard by this. “Collins? As in…?” The man nodded his head and confirmed, “Yes, Joseph. As in your last name. I am your uncle. Your father’s older brother,” he spoke the word father’s in a voice of disgust. Joey was completely confused. “I don’t have an uncle. My father was an only child.” Alfred spoke, “Look at me Joseph. Listen to my voice. What are they telling you?” Joey nodded, “You’re not lying. But, I’m still confused.” Alfred said, “I’m sure you are, but the first step in ending that confusion was accepting that truth. Now, think back to our second meeting, in that bright room. Repeat what I told you.” Joey started to say he couldn’t remember, but as if a door opened, the conversation became clear. “You said I was much brighter than you expected, considering my lineage. You were talking about my father” Alfred nodded, “Quickly making that connection indicates I was right about your intelligence. Our family has a long standing connection with our Lord, Lucifer. We have been his servants and eyes in this world for generations. You do recognize the name Lucifer?” When Joey nodded, Alfred continued. “In our family, every male is told of the lineage at age 18, and their role in the ongoing generation is created. The women in the family do it go trough this process. It is something they learn very early on and know much more.” “When I turned 18 and learned of our lineage and our role in the world, it was very easy for me to identify my ability. I believe you can now remember, from your own experience, what my ability is?” As he said that, another door opened in Joey’s mind, and he watched and listened to the brutal rape his uncle committed upon him. Joey recoiled in disgust at everything he saw and heard. But in that same remembering, answers to his questions flooded through his mind. “I remember now, and yes, I know what your ability is.” “When your father came of age and learned his truth, he gave into weakness. He turned his back on his family, his lineage and his responsibilities. He moved across the country, think he’d be safe from us. He was completely unaware that we had eyes on him from the day he ran. Once a man leaves his role in the family, he gives up any chance of returning. He becomes a pariah, an outcast, an enemy of our Lord. Since they still retain knowledge of the truth of our lineage, we must closely watch, so they do not create trouble. I will commend your father; he has kept all knowledge to himself.” “Though your father abandoned his birthright, that does not allow him to take your birthright from you. When you were born, you were placed under watch, so as we could begin to know what your specific skill would be. By time you were 16, we knew. You also knew, but refused to accept it.” Overwhelmed by all the information given, Joseph did not know what to say. As he took time to process everything, especially the last statement, it hit him between the eyes. “I… I’m meant to serve men for their pleasures. In doing that, by being a fuck hole for them to use, those who are weak and recruitable are brought to my Lord, to serve him.” Alfred smiled and said, “That is correct. Do you realize your choice of words? You said, ‘My Lord’. You do understand what you meant?” Joseph nodded and finally embraced it. “He is my Lord and I am his servant. That is my birthright. I accept that.” Alfred smiled, “Very good, nephew. You have no idea how pleased I am to hear that my brother’s weakness was not passed onto you.” Joseph asked, “Uncle, can you answer me a question?” Alfred responded, “Now that you are a member of the family, there will be no more questions or confusion. What do you need to know?” Hearing that there would be no more questions or confusion, Joseph realized there was more than one question and said this to Alfred. He smiled and replied, “It’s never a single question. Go on.” Joseph asked, “My feelings for Brian and his for me? Are they real or just part of my role in the family legacy?” Alfred smiled more than ever. “Joseph, I can assure you that the feelings between you and Brian are 100% authentic. As I watched it unfold, it shocked me. I have known Brian for many years and never expected this for him. “ Joseph felt tears run down his face, the fear that he’d been hiding was dissolved. Alfred quietly handed Joseph his handkerchief and said, “I understand. Let it go.” Joseph looked into his uncle’s eyes for the first time and realized that he had known fear before. “When you’re ready, Joseph, continue with your questions.” Joseph took several minutes to be able to resume. “My next question, I think is more to confirm what I believe and not to get an answer. When you gave me my gift, you said I may enjoy my role as a cunt for men to use. Or that I may hate it, never accept my role and fight it for the rest of my life. You said that every time a man used me and came in me, I would feel a burning in me, a burning in my soul. Is that true?” Alfred nodded and said, “That’s a pretty accurate summary.” Joseph continued, “It can’t be true. At least not completely true. There have been many times that the burnings have occurred: the gang bangs and the clinic. But there have been other times where there was no burning. Brother Michael in the bathroom. Brother Shawn at the motel. Brian.” Alfred intervened, “That is an easy answer. You are not affected in anyway by Brothers, to those who have given their allegiance to our Lord. I believe you know why you are not affected by Brian.” Joseph responded, “Because I love him. I should not have said that to you.” Alfred asked, “Why not? Are you ashamed of it?” Joseph snorted, “Absolutely not. The exact opposite. I should not have said it to you because the first person I should have said it to is Brian.” Alfred said, “You will be fine. You only told me because I opened the door for you to understand.” Joseph took a moment and continued, “What about Thunder? And Marcus?” Alfred said , “You’ll have to tell me who they are. I don’t fully track every man you’ve been with. You’re quite prolific after all,” laughing at his own innuendo. Joseph explained who each was and what happened with each. He explained both the first fuck from Thunder and the fisting and second fuck. Alfred asked, “What was different with those men? Maybe an easier explanation is what was different between the first and second time with Thunder?” Joseph looked at Alfred and said, “You and Brian both did that. Putting my question back on me. And I think I already figured it out. I initiated what happened with Marcus at the restaurant and with Thunder at his shop, at least the fisting experience. If i initiate something, because I want it to happen, then there’s no burning, no pain, at least not that endures after. Did I get it right?” Alfred nodded his head and then put his hand up. “I’m going to caution you now Joseph. I believe I already know what your next question is and you probably will not like the answer. Is your next question is along the lines of if the burning and physical pain does not happen in one type of sex, but does not happen in another, can’t it all just be burn and pain free?” Joseph simply nodded his head to confirm. Alfred said, “I’m afraid not Joseph and it never can be. When I gave you your gift, you were resisting accepting your truth, that you were to be a hole for men to use as they wanted and to take there loads. Since you refused to accept it prior to your gift, it has continued on. You accept and embrace your role now, but at the cost of the physical pain and burning. There may be times that you engage in sex with a man because you want to. Those will be few and far between. The rest of the time, acting in service to your Lord, this will be your penance. Do you understand?” Joseph, not happy with the answer, said, “I understand. I don’t like it, but I understand. May I ask one last question for now?” Alfred nodded and said, “This is the one I’ve been expecting. The one I’m always asked.” Joseph said, “The you that fucked me in the bathroom and gave me my gift? The one in the bright room? That’s not a costume. Who is that?” Alfred responded, “No, it is not a costume. It is me. Or at least the me that is presented when needed. That is my gift from our Lord. It is one that is not given frequently. I am only third in 300 years.” Joseph nodded his head and said, “Wow.” Alfred then told Joseph, “I’d like to address a fear you have but have not brought up.” Joseph nodded, “HIV.” Alfred confirmed it. “I understand your fear am aware of you getting medication to prevent it.” Seeing Joseph flinch, Alfred assured him, “Do not worry, you’re not in trouble. You acted as many do and it’s okay. However, you do need to know, and you can confirm it with a doctor if you want, but you are now HIV+.” Joseph broke down in tears and barely heard Alfred calling to him. When he finally did, he saw a strange look on his face. Alfred seemed to draw fear out of Joseph and said, “You have nothing to fear. As a Servant, you are protected. You will not get sick and die. You will not need medication. You will be fine. You will be a giver of the Blessing.” Joseph took a minute to completely accept this and said, “Okay.” Alfred said, “If we’re done here, I believe there are a few people who’d like to see you. Friends nothing sexual. Are you ready?” Joseph said, “Yes, uncle, I am,” As if on plan, there was a knock at the door that Alfred had entered. Alfred sat quietly in his chair staring at Joseph. When the knock came a second time, Alfred said, “Perhaps you should answer the door? It’s quite rude to make people wait.” Joseph, confused by this, stood up and walked to the door and opened it. “Hello my love,” Brian said. Caught off guard, Joseph stood silently trying to figure out if he was imagining this. He reached out and touched Brian’s face, realizing he was really there. “I love you, Brian.” With a smile on his face and a tear in his eye, Brian replied, “And I love you, my Joseph. Let’s get going we don’t want to keep Shawn and the others waiting.” The End.

This is the penultimate chapter. I got sidetracked into one more experience for Joey. Joey Chapter 18, Revelation, Part 3 Shawn and Brian shoved their softened docks back in their pants, Shawn saying he was drained. Brian looked at Shawn with a smirk, “That’s a downright shame.” Shawn retaliated with a punch to the arm and, Fuck you.” Joey hadn’t moved from the sling, continuing to look at his hole in the mirror. Brian interrupted, “Hey Narcissus, give ta break.” All three helped Joey from the sling, holding him steady as the blood returned to his legs. Joey walked to Thunder who began cleaning up. Clearing his throat, Joey said, in a proud and confident voice, “Thunder.” The big man turned and said, “What?” In a gruff, dismissive voice. Joey, not intimidated by this original Thunder, said, “Thank you for what you just did for me. You helped me realize who I am.” Thunder appeared surprised by this and said, “Uh, sure.” Joey smiled at this, turned to Brian and said, “Sir, since we’re here, should I get my next tattoo?” Brian looked to Thunder and asked, “You up for that?” Thunder looked back to Joey with a look similar to when he was fisting him and said, “For him? Yeah.” Joey looked to Sir and asked, “May I have a couple of new tattoos? In addition to my latest load count?” Brian asked what they were and Joey responded that, if Sir would allow, he’d like to surprise him. Brian looked at Joey and said, “There’s that precocious Joey, who can be frustrating. I’ll allow it, but nothing garish.” Joey smiled back at Sir and retorted, “You know you like that part of me.” Thunder and Joey moved to the tattoo studio and Sir and Shawn excused themselves. Joey told Thunder the new number, including the four from today. The new count was 149, and Joey said this with a sense of pride. Joey then identified the other tattoos, hoping that Thunder could do the image. The other tattoo would be much easier. Thunder sent a half hour sketching both tattoos Joey looked at them and expressed that they were perfect. 90 minutes later, Thunder put his tattoo gun down, proclaimed success. Joey walked to the mirror and smiled, “They are perfect. Thank you Thunder.” Joey called Sir, telling him they were done and that he and Shawn could return. 15 minutes later, they walked into the shop and locked the door at Thunder’s request. Brian walked to Joey, seeing that he was wearing a t-shirt that’s torn into three vertical sections. Joey took off the left panel, revealing his latest load count. Then the right panel, unveiling the image he created. This was about an 8” by 8” square image. That tattoo was clearly Joey, in a sling, with a fist up his ass. Underneath, was a tally mark of 1. Sir looked at Joey, smiled, and said, “You naughty boy. This mean you want to be a fist pig?” Joey nodded, “If that is okay with you, Sir.” Sir nodded his head and said, “I can definitely help you with that.” Joey stood still in front of Sir, nervous about how he’d react. Sir asked about the last shirt, around Joey’s neck. “Sir, it’s my gift to you. You need to open it.” Sir said, “I don’t believe this.” He took the shirt by the collar and lifted it over Joey’s head. When he saw what was revealed, he stepped back in surprise. Joey immediately thought this meant Sir did not like it or approve of it. “I’m sor…” Joey started to say, before being cutoff by Sir putting a finger to his lips. Sir looked at Joey and said, “We will work on your jumping to conclusions.” He removed his finger and Joey remained silent. Sir took a minute to fully interpret what he was seeing. The tattoo on top read in bright red ink, “boy Joey, property of his Sir.” The second one, in a dark navy blue, read, “B and J, discovering each other,” with today’s date. Sir could barely form words. After a long pause to organize his response, Sir responded quietly, so that only Joey could hear. Touching the Property tattoo, Sir said, “If you are sure about this, taking this step on your own, then I accept.” Joey nodded his head and responded, “This is my choice and mine alone.” Sir responded, “Okay boy.” Brian touched the second tattoo and felt tears In his eyes. He switched demeanor, from his dominant Sir role, to that of Brian. Brian’s hand remained on the tattoo and said, “Joey, you and this tattoo are the greatest gift I have ever received. I never imagined that there would be someone out there for me. And to have that person, you, be a match to both of my parts, amazes me even more.” Brian leaned down, took Joey’s chin in his hand and lifted it up. A tender kiss followed this and when it broke, Brian looked into Joey’s eyes, as Joey was doing to Brian. “Thank you Brian.” “You are welcome my Joey. And thank you as well.” Joey and Brian walked out to the lobby, where Shawn and Thunder were waiting. Brian addressed Thunder, “Thank you Thunder, old friend. Your work, always, is impeccable.” Then turning to Shawn, who had immediately noticed the new tattoos, said, “Brian, I’m a rad you will need to sit in the back seat from now on.” Looking from his friend and Brother, to Joey, and the peace showing in each of their faces, he smiled and said, “I’d be happy to.” Leaving Thunder’s shop, Brian and Joey sat side-by-side in the front seat, holding hands. Shawn, from the backseat, said, “I’m happy for you both. But I want it on the record, I saw it before either of you.” Brian responded, “Yes, you did.” Joey completed the response, “More importantly, we saw it.” After dropping Brian off at his house, Brian continued the drive. Joey asked where they were going and Brian said, “Your dorm.” Joey, disappointed by this, dropped his head a bit and said, “Oh, okay.” Brian looked at him briefly and said, “You really do need to stop jumping to conclusions. Maybe I’ll need to implement some physical discipline to break you of that. Now, Joey, why don’t you ask me why I’m driving to your dorm.” “Why are we going to my dorm?” To get enough of your stuff to take to my house. We will get you enough clothes, school stuff and toiletries to last you a few days. We’ll get you fully moved this weekend.” Brian and Joey walked confidently, hand-in-hand down the hall to Joey’s room. Joey entered and packed what he’d need. Brian noticed writing on Joey’s board, from a guy wanting to use Joey’s hole, though it did say cunt. There was a name and room number, in the same dorm. When Joey exited the room, he saw a look on Brian’s face; this was Sir. Sir pointed the board out, and the note, “Let’s go.” Joey stepped into stride, behind Sir, quickly switching back to his boy role. Arriving at the room, Sir knocked on it with strength. A tall guy, about 6’3”, but very lanky, answered the door in just his shorts. Joey could see around Sir and saw the guy’s bulging crotch; Joey thought they interrupted a jerk-off session Sir asked, “You Ralph?” The guy answered, “Yea, what the fuck is it to you?” Sir said, “You write that note outside Joey’s room? Wanting to use his ass? Ralph stuttered, now clearly intimidated by Sir. “Uh, yeah. But it was just a joke, man. I didn’t mean to offend him.” Sir stepped to the side, finally letting Ralph see Joey. Sir asked, “boy, were you offended by that note.” “No, Sir.” “Why not?” “My role is what he wants. To be fucked and used by whoever wants to.” “Now Ralph, i will ask you one more time, Youw at yo use his ass or not?” Ralph still appeared nervous and hesitant to give a honest answer. As Sir began to turn, Ralph gave his answer. “Yes, if this is really happening, yes I want to use his ass.” Sir turned to Joey and said, “Go.” Joey walked into the room and began to strip to his jockstrap. Getting on his hands and knees, he turned his ass to the doorway, where Ralph was standing and rubbing his dick through his shorts. As he began to walk toward Joey, Sir stopped him. “This isn’t a free fuck. You’ll need to pay.” Ralph looked back at Sir, clearly contemplating paying to fuck Joey. Looking at that ass, Ralph knew he’d pay. “How much? I got $100 here.” Sir chuckled, “I’m not selling him today, though $100 would be higher than he made last week for the guys that fucked him in his room. No, the cost is going to be equal to your offense.” Ralph stuttered, “What offense?” Sir replied, “Actually two offenses. The note on his board and then lying to me about it. So the cost is, and you have 30 seconds to decide, this. You’re going to get your phone and your going to call five different guys, in this dorm. You’re going to tell them the following, “I’ve got Joey up here in my room. I’m about to fuck his fine, tight ass. Come up and fuck him after me. Tell anybody else. I’m calling …” You’re going to tell each guy who the other four you’re telling. Don’t want multiple calls.” “Choose.” Joey looked back at Ralph, who was clearly considering it. To help Ralph decide, Joey leaned his face down, pushing his ass out and tracking back to spread his cheeks and show off his hole. Except something flipped in Joey’s mind.he showed his cunt. Seeing this, Ralph made his decision. He walked to his desk and grabbed his phone. Sir smiled, “That cunt of his can make any man do things they aren’t comfortable with.” Sir and Joey listened to Ralph as he made the five calls, repeating what Sir told him to. On the last two calls, Sir was recording Ralph. Of the five calls, two guys rejected the offer. The other three said they’d be there after making calls. Ralph looked Joey, wanting to pounce on him, but looked to Sir. Sir nodded and said, “He’s all yours.” Joey saw Sir grab a chair and move to the foot of the bed, so he could watch. Ralph grabbed a bottle lube from his desk and pulled his dick out from his shorts to lube it up. “Strip.” Ralph said, “What? Why?” Sir, “Because I want your buddies to see you naked, see what they say. Or do to you.” Ralph, “Fuck,” and then he did it. He pulled his shorts off and tossed the towards Sir, who caught them. Shoes and socks were taken off and throw to the side. “Okay, you can have him now.” Ralph lubed his cock up again, and then poured some on Joey’s hole. He moved up so his dick was at Joey’s hole. Remembering some of the videos he’d seen of Joey, and on porn sites, Ralph knew what he wanted to do. He grabbed Joey by one hip and by his hair, pulling his head back and keeping him still. With that done, Ralph said, “I’ve always wanted to do this,” and then forced his dick, which was only around 7”long but super thick, into Joey’s hole, not quite getting balls deep in the first thrust. Joey’s mind exploded in pain as the thick cock ripped him open. He had not felt this pain in the fisting or the four fucks yesterday. He couldn’t figure it out, because he was pulled out of his mind as he felt Ralph finally go balls deep. Ralph was not a rough fucker, but did like to get balls deep in Joey’s hole. Sir watched and said, “Is that all you got? What a waste of that thick a cock. Hopefully the other guys can fuck him better.” Taking this as an insult and a challenge, Ralph changed his fucking. He remembered the pie he likes, we’re girls are held down and brutally fucked by dominant big dicked men. Pushing Joey’s head down into the pillow, Ralph moved his hand from Joey’s hair to the back of his neck, shoving him down harder into the pillow. He then began to more physically fuck Joey, pulling almost all the way out as slamming back in. “Oh fuck yeah, I’m gonna fuck the hell out of you hole. Yeah that fucking hole is fucking tight, but not for long.” Sir corrected him, “He has a cunt.” Ralph turned Joey’s head to the side, still holding him down. Ralph leaned over Joey and spit on his face. “You fucking faggot, I’m fucking your cunt, stretching it out.” Ralph continued to degradation, spitting more in Joey’s face, slapping him and the fuck talk. Guys started showing up, four while Ralph was fucking. One of the guys told Ralph, “C’mon Jackson, don’t wreck him. Can already so we can get our shots.” Ralph picked up his pace, seeming to get even rougher. “You want my load in your cunt don’t you faggot. Tell me you want it.” Joey could not move his head, and half his mouth was shoved in the pillow. He was able to say, understandably, “I want your load. Give me your cum.” With one final thrust, Ralph yelled out as he drained his load deep in Joey. As Ralph was unloading, Joey felt the fire in his ass again. Ralph’s load was burning him up. Ralph pulled out, spit on Joey, one last time, and called out, “Next.” The next guy pulled his dick out and slid it into Joey. “Holy fuck, this boy’s cunt is super tight.” Sir was watching this new fuck, enjoying the guy pulling all the way out before sliding back in. Sir noticed Ralph at his dresser, taking a pair of shorts out. Sir told him loud enough for the guys in the hallway to hear, “I didn’t tell you to put clothes back on. Get the fuck over here.” The room erupted into laughing and snickering at the way Ralph was treated. He slowly walked to where Sir was sitting and kneeled in front of him when told to do so. As this happened, the second guy shot his load into Joey and was replaced by a Cuban looking guy. When he pulled his dick out, the guys in the room gasped at the size. It was at least 12” long and about 8-9” around. Sir told him to wait which he began to swear in his native language. “Joey, get on your back. I want you to see this.” With the Cuban guy taking his legs, Joey was quickly flipped on his back with Ralph’s pillows shoved under to lift Joey’s cunt up. Joey looked down his body and gasped at the size of what was going to soon be in him. Joey looked to Sir, pleading with his eyes. Sir laughed and said, “Thunder’s fist was bigger. You took that. You can take this.” Sir heard someone in the hall say, “He gets fisted? Fuck I wanna do that.” The Cuban guy stepped between Joey’s legs scooped cum that was dripping from Joey and used that as lube. Most likely degrading Joey, the Cuban guy sewed many words, grabbed Joey by the mouth and forced it open. He then spat a huge amount of spit, getting some on Joey’s face, but most of it went in the mouth. “Swallow, puta.” As Joey swallowed, the Cuban drove his dick into Joey, and slammed his hand over Joey’s mouth. “Bitches scream too much.” The Cuban took several thrusts to get his cock all the way in. It was clear, by several short but rough thrusts that he was forcing Joey’s inner hole open. Once he did, he said something else in his language, pulled all the way out and before Joey could do anything, he slammed back in, this time going fully balls deep. Joey’s head arched back in pain as he continued his screaming as the Cuban used his cunt like a punching bag. Sir called out to the hallway, “Whoever mentioned fisting, get your ass in here.” Moments later a short Asian guy walked in, moved to Sir and said it was him. Sir took the Asian’s hand, looked at it, and said, “Good, you ever fisted a guy before?” The Asian said he had not, but watched a lot of porn about it. Sir called out, “Anyone want to see this boy take a fist up his cunt?” There was murmuring from the crowd until one voice piped up, “I do.” Once one guy said it a coupe more did. One guy asked the obvious question, “If he gets fisted, won’t that wreck him for the rest of us?” Sir just said, “Guys who fucked him after Ralphy here, was he loose or tight?” Two voices called out that he was tight. The Cuban sped up his pounding of Joey’s cunt before screaming out something with the word leche in it. He slammed into Joey several times, shooting a heavy load. As he did before the fuck, he pried open Joey’s mouth and spat in it again. Without being told, and staring the Cuban in the eyes, Joey swallowed the spit. The Cuban pulled violently out of Joey, clearly exiting the inner hole as he did so. Sir looked at the Asian guy and asked, “you ready?” The Asian guy said, “Fuck yeah.” Sir looked at Ralph, still kneeling naked in front of him, and ordered him, “Ralphie boy, go get your lube and lube this young man’s hand.” Ralph walked across the room, through a sea of guys jerking their cocks, and brought the lube back. While he was doing that, Sir called out, “The two guys who were the first to say they wanted to semi get fisted, step forward.” Two guys, one black with a big dick and a white guy with 7”, came to stand next to Sir. Sir looked at them, appraising their covid and said, “You wanted to see it, you get front leg seats. Each of you go over, flip Joey back on his hands and knees with his head in the pillow. Then you each grab a leg and pull them as wide apart as you can. I want full access to his cunt for our Fister here. And Joey, be careful what you wish for you fist pig.” After the two guys did their tasks, the Asian guy stepped between them and asked for a chair. Ralphys desk chair was brought over and the Asian guy sat in it. Sir told Ralphie to crawl and kneel by the Asian guy to give more lube as necessary. When he tried to stand, Sir forcefully told him, “I said crawl dumbass.” Ralphy crawled across the room, face to cock level with about six guys. One of them noticed Ralphy looking at the dicks and said, “Hey guys, I think Ralphy here is a closet cock hound.” Ralphy tried ignoring it, but the last guy before the Asian stepped in front of Ralphie, cock hard and in Ralphie’s face. “C’mon Ralphie boy, if you want to suck a dick there’s one right here for you. I won’t even tell anyone you sucked me off.” Ralphie pushed forward and kneeled at the side of the asian. He turned and got a close up look at the cunt that he had fucked and cum in. Quickly, a question ran through his head, asking what it would be like to be in that position, taking multiple cocks and loads. He shook his head to get the thought away, but a few guys, including Sir, saw it. Sir knew he had Ralphie. The Asian guy placed three fingers at Joey’s cunt and pressed in. With a bit of resistance from Joey’s cunt, the three fingers quickly slid all the way in. “You fuckers shoot some heavy loads. He’s full of cum.” The Asian pulled the three fingers out, added his fourth and was about to slide them in until Sir called to him, “Do it. All in.” The Asian looked to Sir, then smiled as he tucked his thumb into his fingers. He pushed this into Joey’s cum filled hole and met resistance at his knuckles. He started to pull our, but was directed by Sir, “Go.” The Asian put his hand back in Joey and kept pushing, trying to get in. Even with twisting and pushing, he couldn’t. Sir called out, “Quit wasting time. Black guy, what’s your name?” “Dionne.” Sir directed him, “Alright Dionne, grab Joey’s balls as the fist is going in. Squeeze them as hard as you can, but do not crush them.” Asian guy slid his hand back and Dionne grabbed and squeezed Joey’s balls. With Joey distracted by the pain his balls, he didn’t feel the hand forcing it’s way in. The Asian guy was finally able to get all the way in, past the knuckles and past the wrist. Before he realized it, with all the gun in Joey, he slid all way to his mid arm, sliding onto the hole of Joey’s inner hole. The Asian guy groaned, “This is fucking amazing. He just sucked my arm in.” Sir ordered the Asian to stop messing around and do what he was supposed to do, teach Joey what being a fist pig is like. The Asian responded, “Yes, Sir,” and commenced. His first action was to pull all the way out in one motion. This caused him slight discomfort as his hand pulled across the ridge his knuckles stuck on. Joey howled in pain at the fast exit. He howled even more when the arm was immediately shoved back in, pushing knuckles through the ridge. This was repeated several times, eventually turning Joey into a blubbering mess. When Step 1 was completed, he pulled his arm out and asked Sir if they could put Joey on his back again saying he wanted to see his got the next step. Sir said whatever you want. The guys holding Joey flipped him easily onto his back and then stretched his legs out. The black guy looked down and said, “Holy fuck. He was gaped a minute ago, but now it’s closed up.” The Asian and white guy reacted as well until Sir told them to move on. Asian turned to Ralphie and told him, “Lube my arm up, bitch.” Sir smiled from across the room as Ralphie continued to be broken down. After being lubed up again, the Asian sarcastically asked Joey if he was ready and Joey tried to say no to beg but the Asian laughed and shoved his arm in again. Joey screamed and the Asian grunted as this new angle created more tension. Joey appeared to pass out from the extreme use. The Asian asked the white guy to slap Joey awake and Dion to resume his expert ball squeezing. After about 30 seconds, Joey was semi-coherent. In the time that Joey faded out, the Asian prepare for phase 2. As gently as he could, to not give Joey a clue of what was coming, he gently curled his fingers into his palm, and them wrapped his thumb around that. He had made a fist inside Joey. The Asian called out, “Joey, sweetie, you need to wake up. This isn’t nap time. Wake up BITCH.” Joey’s eyes fluttered several times before remaining open. “Look at me Joey. I want to see your eyes.” Joey struggled, but was able to meet the Asian’s eyes. “Dion, would you cover his mouth? I want to see him scream, but not here it.” Dion reached over and covered Joey’s mouth. After consideration, he did not fully cover it. He was enjoying the pain. With no warning, the Asian began pulling out of Joey. When his clenched fist met the ridge, he didn’t stop, continuing to pull, watching Joey’s eyes fly open and become clear with the realization of the horrible pain coming. After a few seconds of trying to resist, the ridge gave way and the Asian’s fist pulled backwards over it. If it were possible, Joey’s eyes got even wider and the scream was intense. When he got to Joey’s cunt lips, he paused briefly, to let Joey come back. When Joey appeared to be back, the Asian gave him a grim smile, and pulled his clenched fist out of Joey. The screaming started again. The Asian directed the next step in quick succession: Joey was tipped back on to his knees, legs spread. The Asian directed Ralphie to lube both of his hands, and while Ralphie did that, the Asian was able to get his pants down and his cock out. The Asian placed his closed fist at Joey’s cunt which had not had time to close up. The Asian had to put high pressure, but with that, his fist pushed through the cunt lips, and up to his wrist. Without waiting, the fist was pulled back out, meeting less resistance than going in. The other fist was immediately pushed in and withdrawn. The Asian alternated this until there was no resistance and his fists went in easily. The Asian turned to Ralphie and said, “Lube my dick.” Ralphie poured lube into his hands but was stopped by the Asian. “That’s for the hands and arms. Use your mouth.” Ralphie attempted to refuse until he was grabbed from behind and forced into the Asian’s crotch. “You’ve been wanting to suck every cock in the room. Here’s your chance. Do it, or you’ll know the pain that Joey’s balls did. Ralphie was officially broken. He opened his mouth and took the Asian’s cock in. He thought that fortunately it wasn’t as big as the other guys, and it smelled clean. As Ralphie sucked the Asian, the Asian grabbed the lube, telling Ralphie he needs to work on his cock sucking. Using the lube, he lives up both hands for the second to last phase. Without curling his fingers, the Asian slid his right hand at full vertical into the stretched out cunt. By this time Joey was barely coherent, but could clearly feel every ounce of pain. This new invasion hurt, but not as badly as the fist. The Asian pulled his right hand out, quickly replacing it with his left, which went in horizontally. He alternated hands and directions, in order to maximize the stretch. When he felt it was stretched enough, he slid his right hand in, to the mid arm. He placed his left hand next to his right arm and pushed in. All Joey could do was groan, he had no energy to scream. The Asian met resistance at Joey’s cunt lips, but would not be deterred. With continued forward pressure, and the hand and arm twisting, the cunt lips lost the fight and the Asian’s left hand went in. He pushed as far as he he could, but did not get far. With one wicked pull, his arm and hand were yanked out. They were pushed back in and yanked out again several times. The Asian was ready for the final act. He turned to the rest of the crowd. “You all saw what I just did to his hole. What I’m going to do next, each and everyone of you will have the choice of doing this or fucking him. This is more fun.” The Asian told Ralphie, “Get off of me you faggot.” Ralphie pulled his mouth off the Asian’s cock, missing it almost immediately. “Oh, if you’re waiting and want get your cock sucked, Ralphie here is not a great cocksucker, so help him learn. Who knows, he could also end up on the bed next to Joey here, losing his cunt virginity. You’d like that wouldn’t you Ralphie boy? Actually, get up on the bed right now, I mean it is yours. NOW you little closet case.I think you’re going to have a coming out party sooner then you panned.” Ralphie tried to refuse, tried to avoid it, but was grabbed from behind by three guys and carried to the bed where he was thrown down next to Joey, facing him. The Asian stood up, moved right to Joey’s cunt and slid his right hand in. When he was ready, he stepped forward and slid his cock in along side his hand. He wrapped his hand around his cock and began to jerk off. In only about 45 seconds, he threw his head back and grunted several times as he shot several ropes of jizz in Joey’s sloppy and stretched out cunt. As the Asian was defiling Joey, there was motion to his right, and then begging from Ralphie. The Asian turned and found a black guy with a cock that looked to be about 9x6” inches lubing his dick and Ralphie’s hole. The Asian said to the black guy, “You know he’s probably a virgin.” The black guy responded, “Every faggot is a virgin until they’re not. He’s about to not be.” The Asian guy pulled of Joey and stepped to watch the big black cock split Ralphie open. Ralphie screamed and begged but it was no use. The black man kept a steady pace of pushing in until he was balls deep. Ralphie was crying and still begging the guy to take his cock out. The black guy asked Ralphie, “You don’t like my big black dick in your tight white pussy? You want me to take it out?” Ralphie responded that he didn’t like the cock in him and begged for it to be removed. The black guy said, “I’m hurt Ralphie. Your cunt was begging for my cock to be its first. But I’ll do as you ask. But it’s going to hurt coming out. Put your head in your pillow, close your eyes and bite the pillow to help with the pain. Ralphie did as the black man told him and felt the cock being pulled back. The Asian guy looked at the black guy mouthing what are you doing? The black man mouthed back I’m not done with this cunt, not by a long shot. As he slowly pulled out, and between guys pumping Joey, he reached over and into Joey’s hole pulling out a handful of cum. We hen he was fully out, he lubed his cock with the huge amount of cum. He asked Ralphie, “How you doing Ralphieboy? You want my cock back in that tight faggot pussy yet?” Ralphie pleaded for the black guy to leave him alone. The black guy scooped more cum from Joey, rubbing it on his cock. The black man told Ralphie, “okay Ralphieboy, I’ll leave your faggot pussy alone. After I’m done with it.” I’m that moment, before Ralphieboy could react, the black man shoved his cum coated dick balls deep into Ralphieboy. He did not allow any recovery time and pulled out and pounded back in several times. Ralphieboy continued to scream in pain of his brutal deflowering. The black man continued the brutal fuck until he didn’t here Ralphieboy screaming or crying. “Hey Ralphieboy, where’d you go? You still with me?” There was an almost imperceptible nod from him. The black man pulled all the way out and saw that he had gaped Ralphieboy. He grabbed Ralphieboy’s left arm and reached a finger back so that Ralphieboy could know, he was not a virgin anymore. Another scoop of cum from Joey, lubed up on his dick. “Ralphieboy, i need to know something. I’ve already busted your fuck cherry. You liked it didn’t you? Being fucked hard and rough. Be honest?” Nothing from Ralphieboy for seconds until another almost imperceptible nod. “Tell me with words.” Silence, until, “I liked it.” “What did you like Ralphie? Tell me loud and proud. Say it so your other friends in here can hear.” Silence. Then, in a louder, almost pleading voice, “I like it. I like getting fucked hard and rough. Thank you for taking my fuck cherry.” “That wasn’t to hard to say now was it? But I’m gonna finish fucking you and I’m going to break another cherry. I’m going to give you your first load of cum in your pussy. You’d like that wouldn’t you? A load of cum from a black man. Tell me? In fact as I’m brutalizing your faggot pussy, I’m going to get rougher and rougher until you ask for my cum. You ready?” In one thrust, the dick was buried again balls deep. As he promised, he increased the roughness, waiting for Ralphieboy to beg. And finally, Ralphieboy gave in and begged for the black man to shoot his load. “I couldn’t hear you.” Knowing what’s going to happen, Ralphieboy gave in and loudly begged, “give me your load. Shoot you black cum in my faggot pussy.” Guys cheered, saying there’s a new cumdump in the dorm. The black man increased the pace of his fucking until he yelled, “here’s your cum cherry gone. Take my fucking load.” He shot one of his heaviest loads ever, knowing it was to this faggot virgin. He loved breaking virgins and white boys; this was the holy grail. As he pulled out, he smacked Ralphieboy on the ass and thanked him fir being such a good pussy. He assured him, the next cocks won’t be as big. As he turned around, the black man saw the Cuban heading right towards Ralphieboy. The black guy told him, “your next clock is coming. It’s much smaller than me,you can take it.” The black and Cuban men exchanged high fives, with the black man telling him to wreck the faggot pussy. Cuban guy invited Black guy to watch. Cuban guy got to Ralphieboy, said nothing took him by the hips and placed his cock head right at the pussy’s hole. Black man whispered, “Lube?” The Cuban smiled, shook his head and said, “Is more fun this way.” The Cuban then proceeded to plant as much of his dick in. The scream from Ralphieboy was greeted with jeers from the other still waiting for their turns.! As he pulled out, he was about to call out for the next. He didn’t have to as a guy he recognized from the baseball team stepped up “I told you I’d get in your cunt, didn’t imagine it like this.” With no extra lube required as there was copious amounts in and dripping from Joey, the baseball player copied what the Asian had done, slipping his left hand in, followed by his cock. Both his hand and cock were bigger then the Asian, so there was some resistance from the hole and cunt tunnel. This resistance faded as the baseball player wrapped his hand around his cock and began to violently jerk off, his favorite style. It took him a minute before he roared that he was coming, telling Joey to take his load. After he was finished shooting, he leaned down to Joey’s ear and whispered, “Maybe next time we meet, you’ll get my bat up that sloppy cunt of yours.” Of the approximate 45 remaining guys in the room and waiting down the hall, 20 chose to jerk off in Joey swollen, sloppy pussy. 15 more fucked and seeded him, once his hole retightened. That left 10 guys who didn’t get use Joey. Luckily for them, there was newborn faggot pussy cum dump. Ralphieboy was fucked by more than 15 college studs, many promising that he’ll be there personal cumdump. By then eighth or ninth fuck, Ralphieboy had broken down his old story and was now embracing his faggot pussy cumdump role. He was begging for guys to load him up; when his hole was empty, he was pleading to be fucked. Often times between fucks, Ralphieboy would reach around and scoop as much cum as he could and suck his fingers clean. As the line wound down, one guy who hadn’t done any fucking was still hanging to the side of the room. Sir saw the guy and ordered him over. The guy walked to Sir immediately. Sir looked him up and down, said, “This is a party for tops to fuck the cunt over there and the pussy over there. You’ve been for over an hour, still fully dressed, with no sign of a hard-on. You a fucking watcher only? If so, you are not welcome back.” The guy was thrown by Sir’s specific observation, but responded calmly, “I’m sorry if I offended you in any way. I’m not a top, you’re right. I’m a bottom, but nowhere the class of those two…” Sir jumped in, “Come on, spit it out. What the fuck are you doing here.” The guy laughed at something Sir said, which never ends well. “It’s funny you say spit it out. I like to suck it out. I love felching cum from asses. I know it’s not the most advertised thing, but I’m more turned on with my tongue and lips on the asshole of a cum filled bottom. I’ve been standing back there watching all the cum being dumped up those two guys. I’ve been trying to get the courage to ask, but I couldn’t. Until now when you called me out.” “So let me get this right, you’ve watched me organize an extreme fisting destruction of my boy. You’ve watched me facilitate a guy who claimed to be straight three hours ago to identifying as a faggot pussy cumdump? Who went from a virgin, to taking two huge cocks from two brutal men as his first two fucks. You think I’d have some issue with you sucking cum from my boy’s cunt and that pussy? You need to step into your interests and step into confidence.” The guy nodded his head and acknowledged that, as usual, Sir’s comprehension, incite and understanding were very accurate. “Please, Sir, I’m a guy who likes to suck cum out of the asses of hot bottoms like those two. May I do that? Sir nodded his head, not in approving the request, but acknowledging the quick progress the boy made. “There is one designated rule for all boys who do any work for me.” Eager to get permission, the boy said he would do anything. Sir laughed a dangerous laugh and said, “Anything? I’ll take that as a promise, but I warn you, you may regret that. The rule is that you will always be naked while in service. Strip, boy.” With no hesitation, the guy stripped out of his clothes, not needing to be told about socks and underwear. Sir looked the guy up and down and made him turn around. Sir nodded and said, “You’ll do. Name?” “Oscar Johnson.” “Alright go drain the pussy of this loads. But do be polite. He’s been trying to scoop as much as he can to eat. So share.” Sir stopped the Asian guy at the door. “Thank you for wiling to help out today Brother Andrew. I needed your fisting knowledge and those youthful looks.” Brother Andrew smiled and said, “Glad I could help. Benefits of my ability. As for the fisting if you need anymore assistance, anytime, just let me know. That boy has the most accommodating cunt I may have ever experienced.” Sir responded, “We will see. Something is going on.” Brother Andrew saw the look on Sirs face, chose not to push. This left only five guys left, the Cuban, the black guy that broke Ralphieboy’s cherries and three other guys, one waiting and the other two fucking the cunt and pussy. “Hurry up you three.” The two fuckers increased their speed and came about the same time. The third guy immediately tapped into Ralphieboy, making him immediately beg to be fucked. The guy pounded hard and fast, knowing he had no time. In about 90 seconds he dumped his load deep in Ralphieboy. 12 loads, not bad for a three hour old pussyboy, The last guy pulled out, zipped up and scurried out the room. This left Sir, the black and Cuban guys, Joey, Ralphieboy and Oscar the felcher. Sir walked to the black and Cuban guys and greeted them by name. “I still can’t understand two tops in a relationship.” Jeff, the black guy said, “We get to attend things like this.” Fernando, the Cuban, “Yeah. We can be as nasty with boys like these, without hurting feelings. Gotta ask you Brian, where the fuck did you find that virgin? That was the fucking hottest thing.” Sir laughed, “Funny story. He left a rather nice message on Joey’s white board, saying he wanted to use his fuckhole and left his room number. We came up, he was given his wish. But I picked up some signals, like him watching gay porn when he was jerking off. Other stuff and I just pushed him in the direction he needed to go. Another unexpected find?” Sir pointed out Oscar, currently sucking cum from Ralphieboy and exchanging it with him. “I caught him lingering and confronted him. Turns out his thing is sucking cum from sloppy bottoms. Dumbass through and through. I told him there were rules and before I could say more, he said he would do anything. He’s going to regret that.” “Now I wanna talk to you two about why I came over here in the first place. Any chance your dicks are still primed?” Jeff responded, “I’m offended you would ask that,” laughing as pulled his cocky, still rock hard and seemingly pointing in the direction Sir had in mind. Sir looked to Fernando who had his rock hard cock already out. Sir leered at them and their cocks and said, “I have a very nasty idea.” They all chuckled and Jeff commented that Sir never has anything but nasty ideas. Fernando asked, “Which one?” Sir responded, “Joey has enough training and experience. I’m thinking we celebrate Ralphieboy’s rebirth as the faggot pussy cumdump he is.” Fernando and Jeff looked at each other and then back to Sir, “Was there really any question?” Fernando and Jeff stripped down, knowing from experience that makes things easier. Sir walked to Ralphieboy and Oscar, told Oscar to step out for a few minutes. He stepped away from Sir and Ralphieboy, pausing briefly when he saw Jeff and Fernando naked. He’d never really desired to be a bottom, but realized he would be for either of them. Sir spoke with Ralphieboy and asked him, “You enjoyed today didn’t you? Accepting that your a faggot who will do anything to get fucked and take loads in your pussy?” To emphasize that, Sir rammed a finger up Ralphieboy’s pussy, much as had done to Joey barely a week ago. “Answer the question.” “Yes Sir, I very much enjoyed it. I was so tired of hiding my desires. Thank you for doing this Sir.” “”Good pussyboi. Do you want this to happen more for you, getting as much cock and cum as you can? I can make that happen. Or I can take it all away in a heartbeat.” “Please don’t take it away Sir. I need this, I needed to be treated like faggot pussy boy I am. What can I do to prove that?” Sir smiled and said, “It just so happens I have an idea.” Sir turned Ralphieboy around to face Jeff and Fernando, who’d been idly stroking themselves as they listened to break Ralphieboy down. Sir held Ralphieboy by the shoulders and asked him if he recognized either of them. Ralphieboy looked closely at their faces and nothing. However, the cocks jutting out so large from their crotches made him remember two fucks. Ralphieboy pointed to Jeff and said, “ I’m pretty sure he was the first guy to fuck and breed me. He humiliated me into begging for his black cum so loud that everyone heard.” Pointing to Fernando, “There is no way I could forget him. He was my second fuck, so painful because he didn’t use lube. And he was so brutal.” Sir patted Ralphieboy on the shoulder and said, “You are right on both counts. Now, they are both tops and are together. They rarely get the chance to enjoy a true bottom who’s given into his true self. They need to fuck you again to get their balls empty. Will you be a good little pussyboi and give them what they need?” Ralphieboy didn’t hesitate, “Yes Sir. I’m a pussyboi and if they need me, I’m here.” Sir said, “That’s a good pussyboi. Now since you’re giving them what they need, they agreed o let you choose who fucks you first. Enjoy that, because pussybois rarely get that privilege. So, will you give your pussy to Jeff, your black cherry breaker, or Fernando, your brutal, non-lube using second fucker. Rest assured, Fernando will use lube this time.” Ralphieboy quickly chose Jeff, knowing bit would stretch him for Fernando. Ralphieboy was directed to bring the second bed mattress to the floor, and when he expressed confusion, Sir told him would understand in a few minutes. With the mattress on the floor, Jeff got down on his back, pointing his cock straight. Sir said, “We mustn’t forget the lube.” Fernando handed Sir a cup of cum retrieved from Joey’s overflowing cunt. Sir told Oscar he could go service Joey, who still appeared to be disconnected from what was going on. Sir handed the plastic cup to Ralphieboy, and told him to lube Jeff first and then himself. Ralphieboy sat next to Jeff and used a generous amount on his dick. He then scooped several fingers worth of cum and pushed them up his still open hole. Jeff took the cup from Ralphieboy and set it aside, so it wouldn’t spill. Jeff directed Ralphieboy to where he needed to be, and told Ralphieboy to line up his hole to Jeff’s cock head. Ralphieboy had forgotten just how big this dick was and became nervous. Jeff picked up on this and ordered him to, “Do it you tucking pussy.” Ralphieboy followed the order and was able to line the hole and the head up. Jeff said, “Good pussyboi. Next time, do it on the first direction, or else. Now push your self down just a bit so the head is inside.” Ralphieboy, unused to this position, found it hard, but was able to get the head in. Jeff asked, “Are you ready for your send fuck by my black dick? Tell me you want my big black dick in your white pussy.” Ralphieboy begged him for it. Before Ralphieboy finished his begging, Jeff grabbed Ralphieboy by the hips and slammed him all the way down his dick, so that Ralphieboy was sitting on his crotch. The reaction from Ralphieboy was fantastic. He immediately stopped talking, gasped as the air was forced from him and when it returned all he could do was whimper. Jeff spit directly into Ralphieboy’s face. “Did you think I was gonna be gentle? Now, you’re gonna fuck your pussy on my cock, just like I did. I’ll show you once. You fuck up after that, you’re gonna regret it.” Jeff lifted Ralphieboy up so that just the head was in and dropped him again. “Now you pussyboi.” Still in pain, but in fear of what might happen otherwise, Ralphieboy lifted himself up and dropped himself down. “Again, harder.” Ralphieboy did it again and dropped himself down as hard as he could. Jeff smiled in recognition as Ralphieboy registered the pain of his inner hole being broken open. “Two more times, just as hard. We’re gonna break it open so Fernando can get in you all the way. Ralphieboy, in excruciating pain, lifted himself up twice more and slammed himself dow as hard as he could. With the final fall, he felt no blockage from the inner hole. Jeff smiled, “Good job, I knew you could wreck that hole.” Jeff pulled Ralphieboy down, turning his head away from where Fernando was picking up the cup of cum. Jeff whispered in Ralphieboy’s ear, as he had his arms wrapped around him, “We own you pussyboi, you’ll never be yourself again. I’m ready; he’s not since he doesn’t know.” Ralphieboy tried to pull away, but Jeff was to strong. He was trying to figure out what Jeff meant when he felt movement on the mattress behind him. He heard Fernando say how good his white pussy lips looked wrapped around Jeff’s black cock. Jeff said, “It’ll look even very soon.” A brief picture drove through Ralphieboy’s mind. A porn he’d seen where a guy his age was being forced to take two dicks in his ass and the pain the guy was in. As he realized what was happening, he tried to beg them to stop. He froze in place when he felt Fernando pith head of his dick at his already stuffed hole. Fernando whispered in Ralphieboy’s, “Open your sweet faggot pussy. That’s all you are now. A pussy for men to abuse.” With that, Ralphieboy felt Fernando begin pushing. The pain was intense and he started to scream. Jeff told him, “Shut the fuck up. Do not make a sound. This is happening and you can’t stop it. Make that faggot pussy take it. Do it you stupid faggot. Open your pussy for him.” Ralphieboy clenched his jaws shut to prevent any sounds. He continued to feel Fernando pushing, and it felt as if there was some movement. He looked down and saw that Jeff was staring directly into him. “Open your pussy, you know how to do it. I just showed you fucking imbecile. You really are worth nothing more than that pussy between you legs. You should just spend the rest of your worthless life with your pussy in the air, taking cocks and loads.” Something snapped in Ralphieboy’s brain. He recognized the truth: he was just a faggot pussy boi for men to use. Men like Jeff and Fernando. As that brain section disintegrated, a new one came to be: he was a hole and he wanted to please any man. Right now, that man was Fernando. Jeff saw the change, smiled and said, “Hello pussyboi.” Ralphieboy began pushing downward at the same time Fernando pushed up. He felt with each of these, his pussy was stretching even more. Realizing he was still being held in place by Jeff, he told him to let him go. Jeff did so, knowing he was there’s. Ralphieboy, recognizing that he and Fernando were not enough, took control of the situation. First, he grabbed both of Jeff’s hands and placed them in his hips. Second, he called out to Sir. Sir walked over and all Ralphieboy could mutter was shoulders. Sir smiled at Ralphieboy and took his shoulders. Sir took control and said, “On 3,” and counted it down. On 3, Fernando thrusted up, and with the additional strength of Jeff and Sir, Ralphieboy pushed down as hard as he could. There was significant movement, but not penetration. Ralphieboy took control. “Twice more, back-to-back, on 3.” When everyone was ready, Ralphieboy counted to 3 and again everyone did there part. Ralphieboy felt it, and Fernando confirmed it. It was almost done. “Ready? On 3.” Ralphieboy groaned, cried out, “Fuck,” over and over. Fernando had breeched his hole. Fernando groaned in absolute delight as he watched the head of his cock penetrate the pussy. Jeff, who’s cock had been forced further into the pussy ring when Fernando penetrated, was the only one of the three who could form a sentence. “Fuck, that is so fucking hot. Babe, I can feel you right next to me. Good job pussyboi.” Sir took his hands from Ralphieboy’s shoulders, lifted his head, and told him, “Look at me Ralph, you can do that.” Ralphieboy was lost in his mind, the multiple messages of pain, pleasure, pride were clouding his brain. Only hours ago, he was a closeted virgin; now he had two cocks in his ass. At some distant and muffled part of his brain, he heard Sir call out to him; but it didn’t register at first, because Sir used his real name. He heard it again, louder and clearer, when Sir repeated it, with more force. It took a major effort, but Ralph was able to focus enough to open his. He was looking into the face of Sir, who broke into a slight grin. “There you are. Welcome back Ralph. How does it feel having Jeff and Fernando both in you?” Ralph struggled to form words as he could barely keep focus. “Full. Hurts.” Sir said, “I’m sure it does Ralph. We’re all proud of you Ralph. But you know you’re not done. You know there’s more you need to do to please these men, don’t you Ralph.” Ralph nodded his head and the spoke clearly, but still with an audible struggle, “Not Ralph. Not Ralph.” Sir smiled as he knew that Ralph was broken into two now. “What do you mean, ‘not Ralph’?” Ralph was able to focus more, and with effort, he pushed himself down a little further on the two massive cocks in him. “My name is not Ralph. It’s Ralphieboy. Or pussyboi. Or faggot.” He said this while sliding another inch down, feeling his pussy stretching more with every inch. Sir smiled, knowing he had corrupted another boy. “That’s good to hear Ralphieboy. You’ve accepted the truth. Now, tell us what you want.” Ralphieboy hesitated only briefly, and then said, “I want the other cock. I want it as far in me as possible. I want to be used.” Sir replied, “As any pussyboi would want. Do it guys.” Jeff took Ralphieboy in his arms again and pulled him to his chest, witch caused a groan to slip from Ralphieboy as his hole stretched open more from this happening. “Good job pussyboi. Let me tell you a secret. We’ve always wanted to do this, but no boy could take us. We took your cherry; now you’re taking ours.” Hearing this, Ralphieboy’s brain exploded as the pride enveloped him. He met Jeff’s eyes and thanked him for helping him learn who he was. What came out of his mouth next shocked all three men. “Faster, get your dick in me faster. I need it. You need it. Fuck me.” As he said this he pushed backwards, taking another couple of inches” Fernando only replied, “Fuck yeah pussyboi, here it comes.” Grabbing Ralphieboy by his shoulders, Fernando began to push forward, not stoping as the pussy opened as he forced his way in. A minute later, Ralphieboy groaned as he felt Fernando’s pelvis against chi’s ass. He had both cocks in him. The feeling was intense from the stretch of his pussy, the overwhelming fullness and having both dicks inside the second hole. Fernando gave the boy a minute to adjust to to what was going on. When he was ready to take the boy he said, “Here we go pussyboi.” Fernando began to fuck Ralphieboy, pulling out a few inches and pushing back in. He was taking his time now, so he could really pound this pussy. With each action, Fernando pulled out further and pushed in harder. He didn’t realize when it happened, but he heard Ralphieboy go from groaning in pain to moaning. He also felt Ralphieboy pushing back, only lightly so far, to meet Fernando thrusting in. Fernando knew what this meant; the pussyboi wanted it. He pulled his dick all the way to the ridge cog his cock head before slamming back in. Jeff stayed right where he was, not needing to do anything. Fernando’s fucking was giving Jeff the feeling of being masturbated in the hole. Fernando’s fucking lasted several minutes and less then halfway through, he felt the pussy give up all resistance o the cock fucking it. Ralphieboy was also doing his part, pushing his pussy back to meet Fernando. Jeff was the first to call out, “I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna breed your pussy again.” Just after saying it, Jeff began shooting his load deep in the pussyboi. This was too much for Fernando, feeling Jeff’s cock spasming in the pussy and feeling the cum. Fernando exploded with a verbal barrage in Spanish, before he too unloaded deep in the pussy. After several minutes of cooling down, Fernando slowly slid out of the pussy and then helped Ralphieboy slide off Jeff’s cock. Ralphieboy fell to his side on the mattress in pure exhaustion.

Penultimate Chapter “Revelation, Part 2.” Getting in the car, Joey remained quiet, coming to terms with what had just happened. Sir, behind the wheel and looking in the mirror at Joey, and Brother, turned in the passenger seat to make sure Joey was safe, waited several minutes for Joey to talk. Joey, finally accepting the truth of what happened, looked at Brother and simply said, “I think it happened.” Brother nodded, “Let’s wait and see. How are you feeling right now, at this moment Joey. What is true desire?” Joey again sat in silence, before responding, “I want to try again, to see if I am the cumdump that that man said I was. But, more importantly, I’m ready to meet him.” Brother’s eyes widened in surprise, knowing that Joey was saying the truth, as he had not used his ability on Joey. “Do you want to try anyone or anything in particular, Joey?” sensing what his answer would be. “Thunder.” The rest of the drive was silent, but Joey saw Sir and Brother exchanges glances, and a couple of times, smiles. As they parked outside Thunder’s shop, Joey opened his door, got out and opened the other two doors. Joey eagerly, though still with some hesitation, walked into Thunder’s shop. Thunder looked up and saw the group enter. “Back again so soon! Another tattoo?” Sir said, “Yes, but before that, I believe Joey has something he wants to ask you. Go ahead, Joey, this is your choice; your… test.” Joey stepped forward, hesitating briefly before doing so. Facing the big man, and looking at the hand on the counter, he stumbled his question in a timid voice, “Thunder, will you fist my ass.” Thunder snorted, balled the hand into a fist and said, “I didn’t quite understand you, boy.” Again, but this time in a clearer voice, Joey asked, “Thunder, will you fist my ass, please? Thunder looked down at Joey and asked, “Your what.” Joey, realizing his mistake, asked again, “Thunder, will you fist my boy cunt, please..” Thunder looked to Sir, “Are you sure Joey. Once I start, I don’t stop. My hand gets in your cunt.” As Joey said, “I am sure Thunder. I will do whatever you want and whatever it takes to take your hand in my cunt,” Sir simply told Thunder, “It is his choice.” Thunder put his hand on Joey’s shoulder and shoved him toward the back room. “Get back there, and strip.” Joey walked to the back room, and stripped his clothes off, only remaining in his jockstrap. Thunder entered and walked to a door that Joey had never noticed. Thunder looked to Joey and asked, “Last chance.” Joey answered by walking to Thunder. “Do you want to watch? Or not watch?” Joey knew it would probably be easier if he didn’t watch, but inherently knew that was the wrong answer “Watch, Thunder. I want see your hand open my cunt and get in there.” Thunder guided Joey to his sling, turned him around and pushed him in. Thunder then adjusted Joey’s as was just off the end of the sling. Joey’s arms and leg we shackled in tight, his legs spread wide and tight, so he couldn’t move his lower body. Thunder, with the help of Sir raised the bottom of the sling and then lowered the top. Sir again took out his phone, and handed it to Brother. Sir got a chair and sat next to Joey’s head. Joey alternated between looking to Sir, Thunder and then the mirrors above and beside. He also noticed several video cameras at multiple locations. Thunder saw Joey’s reaction to the cameras and said, “This isn’t your first time on video, so don’t be shy.” “Shawn, turn the big screen on. Joey said he wanted to watch.” Joey watched as the screen turned on and four separate windows popped up, all showing Joey from different angles, two of which clearly showed his spread open ass and his cunt. But there was something different. Joey, Brother, and Sir all noticed at about the same time. Joey was the only one to say anything. “It’s open. It didn’t close. I don’t think it’s because of the sling.” Sir, moving his eyes from the screen to Joey said, “I don’t think it is either.” Thunder moved back to between Joey’s wide spread legs. “That may be one of the nicest pussy’s I’ve seen. I’m going to enjoy seeing it swallow my hand and wrap around my wrist. Thunder pulled one of his tattoo tables over and this time it was covered in different things, including several turkey baster looking things, all filled with a white substance. Thunder looked at Joey, smiled and reminded him in a firm, yet tender voice, “Remember, there’s no stopping.” Joey nodded and said, “I understand and I am ready. Fist my cunt, Thunder.” Thunder picked up a small canister of white cream, stuck his finger in to the base of his finger and pulled it out, and wiped the cream around Joey’s hole. Within seconds Joey felt a tingly, cold feeling and drew in a sharp breath. “Don’t worry, it’s my special mix. Elbow Grease, coconut oil and some menthol. The cooling is the menthol, it’s giving your hole a numbing effect. Do you feel it?” Joey realized after about a minute that his ass lips had indeed gone numb. He nodded his head to indicate the numbness. Thunder use a soft looking towel and wiped the excess cream off and picked up one of the turkey basters. Joey’s eyes opened wide in fear. Thunder caught this and assured him, “I’m not a sadist Joey. I’m not putting the special cream in. This just my combo of Elbow Grease and coconut oil. Helps keep you moist up there.” Joey watched as Thunder gently inserted the tube into his hole and squeezed the bulb. He then felt the warm lube slide into his cunt. Thunder repeated this with half of the send tube. “That should be good to start. How you feel Joey?” “Full. Ready, Thunder.” Thunder wiped his hand clean, sprinkled baby powder on his hand and arm. He picked up a long glove, and with Brother Shawns help, put it on. Joey watched this and saw that the glove went all the way up to just under his shoulder. “I use this all times I fist. Makes entry easier. And the length? That’s for my… more experienced boys,” and then smiled at Joey. Joey was surprise that the rough and dominant man who tattooed him twice, slapped him around and fucked him brutally under Brother Shawn’s influence, was now so… gentle and soothing. Thunder smiled at the look in Joey’s eyes. “A guy can have different styles for different settings. I’m like this now, so that you’re more relaxed.” Thunder took his hand covered one finger with lube and inserted it into Joey’s hole. The hole opened easily and took the finger quickly with no effort. Thunder said, “Nice,” as he proceeded to pull the finger out, slide it back in , and quickly find Joey’s prostate. Joey moaned in pleasure as Thunder did this. As he slid the finger out, Thunder said, “That’s nothing. Just wait. He lubed two fingers and Joey asked, “Three?” Thunder responded, “Someone’s eager,” smiled and lubed up three fingers. Thunder tucked his three fingers together, beginning what would be the “Duck Bill” entry into the cunt in front of him. As eager as he was to get into the hole, he didn’t want to hurt the boy. He slid the three fingers in, meeting some resistance as he bears the base of his fingers. “Here we go boy, I’m going to start stretching that hole.” Joey nodded, then looked at the screen. When he saw that there will still four videos showing, he asked, “ Can we switch to one camera? The best view of my cunt?” Brother Shawn picked up the control and quickly flipped to the camera over Thunders left arm, clearly showing the three fingers in him. Joey watched as Thunder pulled out and pushed back in several times, each with increasing pressure until he finally got them all the way in. Joey turned to Sir, who was watching the monitor also. Seeing Joey turn his head, Sir turned his as well, meeting Joey’s gaze. They stayed like this for what felt to like several minutes, but was no more than 30 seconds. Joey knew what his eyes were showing, because he knew what he was feeling at that moment. Love. Sir broke the gaze, closed his eyes for a minute, shook his head, and then opened them. Joey, who not looked away, took in a breath of surprise and joy. He saw the same look in Sir’s eyes. “I’m so proud of you my boy. My Joey.” He leaned down, placed his lips on Joey’s and they kissed. The kiss was a tender and gentle. Joey felt tears well up in his eyes and slide down the sides of his face. He heard the voice in his head. “This very unexpected. Unexpected indeed.” Joey did not flinch from the voice this time. But when he came back to himself, Sir had broken the kiss and sat back up. He was still watching Joey, the same look in his eyes. He now had his hand on top of Joey’s head, stroking his hair. “You went away there for a moment Joey, you alright?” Joey nodded, “More than okay. He didn’t frighten me this time.” Sir’s eyes widened and the look changed, but Joey couldn’t figure it out. Brother reached down, touched the side of Joey’s face and just said, “Good.” Joey looked to Thunder, realizing that his hole was still filled, but there was no movement. Thunder was staring at Joey and Sir alternately,started to pull his fingers out saying, “Damn,” under his breath, but still loud enough for Sir to here. “Hold on Thunder. Just wait.” Thunder was surprised, but kept the three fingers in the hole, halfway in, halfway out, waiting very gently for whatever happened next. Sir looked down at Joey and said, “Joey, I think we all know what just happened between you and me. You don’t have to go through with this. You don’t need to prove anything more to me. I don’t think you need to prove anything to Him either. It’s up to you.” Joey looked at his Sir, the man who just gave him his first kiss. Joey said to him, “I believe your Sir…” but was interrupted by Sir, “Brian. You can call me that now.” Joey was shocked to hear this. He responded, “Thank you, I will at other times, but not now. I believe you Sir, that I have nothing to prove to you or to Him. I want this, for me.” Brian/Sir looked into Joey’s eyes, saw the clearness and depth, turned to Thunder and said, “He wants it. Do it. But from now on, unless he chooses otherwise, it’s his hole now.” Thunder nodded, pulled his fingers out and reapplied lube. He then entered Joey’s hole, sliding all the way in. Joey gasped in pleasure feeling his hole stretched out. Thunder told Joey, take a deep breath and hold it. Joey did, and when Thunder told him to let it out, he spread his three fingers apart, stretching Joey’s hole. Joey gasped in pain and then whimpered, almost asking Thunder to stop. Thunder kept his fingers still, telling Joey to just relax his hole. When Thunder felt this he gently and slowly began to turn his fingers from where they were to the left and then back to center and then the right. He watched Joey very closely, gauging his pain levels. Joey initially whimpered at each turn, as his hole was stretched. He was surprised at this pain, reflecting back on what had previously been done to it. He remembered back to the rest stop, where this all began, where he was bred over 70 times. Where he fucked by his coach. Fucked by Marquise and his big black dick. The double fucks that started with coach and Marquise. The pain faded into pleasure, causing Joey to moan in pleasure. Thunder took this as time to go further. “Joey, I’m going to spread my fingers out. It’s going to hurt again.” Joey understood and nodded his head. “Oh fuck,” was all Joey could say on repeat as Thunder spread his fingers in Joey’s hole. The twisting resumed, this time with Thunder slowly pulling his fingers out and pushing them, allowing the hole to stretch more. Joey clenched his eyes shut, trying to push the pain away. It took several minutes, but he opened his eyes when the pain subsided enough. Joey nodded his head and told Thunder, “That feels good.” Thunder knew it was time. With his fingers still stretched to their widest, he slowly pulled them from Joey. This caused a slight scream from Joey as his hole was again stretched further apart. Thunder said, “Be ready for that each time I pull out Joey. It’s going to hurt each time, but you’ll need that to be ready.” Joey nodded his head in acceptance. Thunder lubed up four fingers, slowly pressing them into Joey. Prepared this time for the entry, Joey took in a deep breath and held it as long as he could and just as he was about to release it, he nodded and Thunder pushed all the way in. Surprised, Joey moaned as the pleasure of the stretch quickly overtook the pain. Thunder took the control this time, and began the twisting/pulling again. Joey, finally getting used to what was happening each time, told Thunder, “Do it, I’m ready.” “You sure?” “Yes, go.” Thunder pulled out and then pushed back in, increasing the speed and pressure each time. After several of these, he stopped, spread his fingers and resumed. With each thrust, he twisted his fingers side to side, opening Joey up. He again spread his fingers to their widest and pulled out. He looked at Joey’s hole, seeing it stretched and open. “How do you like that Joey?” Joey gasped when he saw his his hole on the screen. It was open, stretched top to bottom and some to the side. “That’s my hole? Fuck, I never thought I’d see it like that.” Looking at Thunder, Joey said, “Let’s go Thunder. Get that fist in there.” Thunder lubed his whole hand after squirting more lube in Joey. Thunder placed his hand at the stretched hole, his thumb tucked in between his fingers. He knew this was going to take time and patience. He began to push in, not meeting resistance until he reached the base of his fingers, the last knuckles. He began twisting side to side, trying to open Joey up enough, knowing that once the knuckles got in, he’d get in the rest of the way. Joey closed his eyes and tried the breathing again, with no success. The second time he tried, the voice called him. “Joey, I can help you. All you need to do is ask. I’ve told you before, this is your gift. All you have to do is ask.” Joey struggled, but gave in. “Master, please give me my gift? I pledge myself to you.” “That my Son, is what I’ve been waiting for you to admit.” “Go now. You are ready.” Joey did not feel any different when he opened his eyes. He felt Thunder twisting and pushing, trying to get into his hole. A sudden thought rushed through Joey’s mind, “You want this, you take this.” Joey said, “Thunder, can you pull out, give me more lube and relive your hand?” Thunder looked at Joey, saw something in his eyes, and did as Joey requested. After the third lube shooter was emptied in his hole, Thunder applied a generous amount of lube to his hand, showing it to Joey, who nodded. Thunder told Joey, “I’m going in this time,” and Joey nodded. Thunder placed his hand at Joey’s stretched hole, and pushed in. He easily entered and again got to his s last knuckles before Joey’s hole resisted. Joey said, to no one, “I want this. I’ll take this.” With that, at the same time, Thunder and Joey locked eyes, Joey said, “Do it.” With another push, Thunder felt the hole stretch enough and his knuckles slipped past the lips of Joey’s hole. With the rest of his being narrower past the knuckles, Thunder’s hand continued sliding in, until Joey’s asshole was stretched all around his wrist. After he told Thunder to do it, Joey turned to the monitor. He felt and watched as his hole, once tight and small, stretched just a bit re and Thunder’s knuckles passed into him and his hole appeared to swallow Thunder’s hand. Both man and boy said, “Fuck,” almost at the same time. Joey looked at Brian, who was looking down in awe. “How does it feel, Joey?” “Unbelievable, so full. My hole is stretched around his wrist.” Thunder reached down, patted Joey on the stomach and said, “Fuck, I was beginning to think you weren’t going to let me in. Surprised you didn’t scream, most guys do when I break through. You took it like a champ.” Joey looked to Brian and asked hi m to lean down. Brian did and Joey put his lips to Brian’s ears and told him, “Sir, I accepted my gift.” Brian’s head reared back in surprise, “You did? I’m so proud of you.” Joey turned to Brother Shawn and said, “Hello, Shawn.” Shawn began to reprimand Joey for breaking the rules. He caught Brian’s eyes and Brian smiled, shook his head and mouthed “No.” Shawn looked down at Joey, smiled, and asked, “You did?” “ I did.” “Hot damn.” Joey looked at Thunder, nodded his head and said, “Let’s go Thunder.” For the next half hour, Thunder fisted Joey, stretching his hole by twisting side-to-side, pulling out and shoving back in right away. When Thunder slid his fingers around Joey’s prostrate and squeezed, Joey moaned and moaned, louder with each squeeze. Joey started to beg Thunder to stop, “It hurts.” Thunder shook his head, and told Joey, “It doesn’t hurt. Feel what’s going on and tell me.” Joey felt the pressure again, “Oh, fuck. That feels so good. Thunder, what are you doing to me?” Thunder smiled a wicked grin, “You tell us Joey.” Joey, nearly incoherent,again whimpered, “Oh fuck, oh fuck. I’m gonna cum.” Seconds later, Joey’s cock erupted, shooting the most intense and most painful load of his like. Joey was nearly screaming from the sensory overload going through his body. When Joey came down from the orgasm of the Century, Thunder released his prostrate and again grinned at Joey. Joey wasn’t prepared for what happened next, still processing the orgasm intensity. He did not feel Thunder curve his fingers into a fist and twist his arm to the side. Thunder waited until Joey was back. He looked at Joey, who was only barely aware of the situation, and said, “One more thing.” Thunder pulled his closed fist down from Joey’s prostate, through his rectum, and out his hole in one quick action. This time Joey did scream, in full pain as his hole was violently yanked open by Thunder’s clenched fist. Joey saw this happen and saw his once tight hole, stretched beyond recognition, the lips hanging open, in all directions. He could see inside his hole, as it was wide open. “Thank you Thunder, that was amazing.” Brian and Shawn each reach down, placing fingers in Joey’s stretched out hole. Sir moved to in front of Joey, pulled his hard dick out and slammed in, and blew his load in deep. Shawn followed, lasting just a bit longer than Brian, before dumping another load deep in Joey. Joey was panting with feeling of his hole still open and having taken two loads. Thunder, who never fucked guys, made an exception. But he had to go one step further. Thunder took his place at Joey’s hole, pulled his hard cock our and shoved in. With a few thrusts, he was ready. Thunder again dunked his gloves hand in the tub of lube. Before anyone could say anything to stop him, Thunder slid his hand into Joey’s gaping hole, alongside his cock. Joey felt this new invasion and groaned in pain. Thunder took pleasure in Joey’s pain, alternating between jacking off in his hole and fucking him with his hand and cock. It took Thunder a few minutes of this before announced he was coming and proceeded to flood Joey deep in his hole. Thunder slipped his hand out, and then his cock. Joey’s hole was even wider now, his lips puffy and wide. Joey’s arms were released and his right hand immediately traveled to his hole to really feel what it was. When he pulled his fingers out, Joey said to nobody in particular, “Fuck, I’ll never be tight again.” Brian, in awe as he was the only one seeing it, said, “I don’t think you need to worry about that. The rest turned to the monitor, watching was Joey’s insides disappeared from view. His hole followed suit, closing back up. The only indication of what Joey’s hole had just experienced was the puffy lips surrounding his hole. Joey smiled, still feeling all the physical affects of what he just experienced. “This is going to be fun.”

As promised, although later than I said. Chapter 17, “Revelation.” Joey entered the bathroom and found Marcus standing there, in the middle of the room. Joey smiled a wicked grin and walked up to him. Joey took the waiter’s underwear out of his pocket and lifted it to his nose, not letting his eyes away from the boy. Marcus watched, his mind wondering how his underwear were in the guy’s hand. Joey stopped the sniffing and crossed them to Marcus. “Sniff them.” Marcus still being under the influence of Brother Shawn did as Joey told him. He sniffed them and mumbled, “How?” Joey told him, “Drop your pants and look.” Marcus tried to resist, but in a moment, his hands moved to his pants, unbuttoned them and pushed them down, looking at his cock as it came into view. “Take ‘em off. Shirt too” As Marcus did this, Sir and Brother entered the restroom, Brother locking the door behind him. Brother whistled and said, “Nice.” Joey turned to Brother and asked him, “What do I do now.” Sir responded, “If you really are sure about this, you choose and Brother Shawn will direct him.” Joey looked at Marcus and told him, “Get your dick hard for us.” With a, “Do it” from Brother Shawn, Marcus took hold of his cock and stroked it until he was hard. His dick was about 7” and thick. Joey dropped to his knees, feeling the commands from within his mind. Joey took Marcus’ dick in his mouth and began sucking it, easily taking it to the balls. Marcus moaned, never having had the feeling of his cock completely engulfed in a throat. Joey sucked Marcus, slowing down five times, each time when Marcus was close to cumming. Joey said to Marcus, “No, not in the mouth.” Joey walked to the sink, bent over, and told Marcus, “You’re going to fuck my cunt, and shoot that straight, Daddy load in me. And it’s going to be recorded.” Sir looked at Joey, taking his phone out of his pocket. Brother Shawn told Marcus what to do. Marcus walked to where Joey was bent over, spreading Joey’s ass open. “Wait, get on your knees.” Marcus, keeping the cheeks apart, dropped down to his knees. “Kiss my asshole.” Marcus, trying to resist and failing to do so, leaned in and kissed Joey’s tight hole. Joey reached back, pulling Marcus’s face deeper into his asshole. “Eat it out, like you eat your girlfriend’s pussy.” Marcus, starting to get into it, stuck his tongue out, licking Joey’s hole, pushing his tongue in as deep as he could. Sir, realizing what Joey was up to, moved around, getting a clear video of Marcus eating Joey’s hole. Between moans, Joey said, “Fuck yeah straight boy. You like eating my boy cunt don’t you?” Marcus pulled back,ass juice, slobber and cunning his face, said, enthusiastically, “I love eating your pussy” before diving back in. After a couple of minutes, Joey said, “Get that dick in me daddy boy.” With a whimper, Marcus pulled his soaking face out of Joey’s ass and standing up. He placed his cock at Joey’s hole. “Stop,” Sir ordered, not needing Brother Shawn to repeat it. “Look into the camera. Tell your girlfriend, what you really are, what you REALLY want.” Marcus looked at the phone in Sir’s hand, licked cum from his lips and said, “Sorry babe, I want fuck this guy and shoot my cum in him. His hole is so fucking tight, not like you” Sir said, “Do it. Hard.” Joey spread his cheeks, fully knowing what was coming. Marcus wiped spit and cum from his face, adding spit, and lubed his dick. In one hard shove, Marcus drove balls deep, causing a scream to come from Joey. Marcus proceeded to fuck Joey as hard as he had ever fucked, pulling out all the way and slamming back in. Marcus pulled Joey’s head back by his hair, looked at their reflections in the mirror and said, “This is how bitches need to be fucked. You ain’t. Nothing. But. A. Fucking. Hole,” matching a full, balls deep slam into Joey. “Yeah, I am.” Joey, not believing what was going on in his head, looked to Brother and started to ask. With another pounding from Marcus, Joey asked, “Is…,” Brother Shawn, shaking his head, told Joey, “No. This is all you.” Joey met Marcus’ eyes in the mirror, still not believing what was going on, and said, “Fuck me, daddy man. Pound my cunt.” The next time Marcus pulled out, Joey whimpered, “Wait. Until it closes.” “When Joey felt it tighten up, he firmly told Marcus, “NOW.” For the first time ever, as Marcus shoved in Joey’s hole, Joey thrust his body back as hard as he could, impaling himself on Marcus’ cock. “Oh, fuck daddy, rape your boy’s cunt.” With that demand, and no repeating by Brother Shawn, Marcus began fucking Joey as hard as he could, Joey meeting each thrust, and finally begging, “Give me that daddy cum. Breed my cunt.” Marcus slammed Joey a few more times and groaned, “Fuck yeah bitch, you want it. Here. I. Cum,” thrusting deep each time, and with the last word, he began shooting deep in Joey. There was no burning from this load. Joey groaned, “Oh fuck, give me that cum.” Joey felt Marcus spasm at least six times, and could feel the cum deep in him. After he finished shooting, Marcus kept his dick, still hard, in Joey’s cum-filled cunt. “That was amazing you b… That was amazing Joey. I’ve never cum so hard or so much.” As Marcus withdrew his dick, still hard and seeming to want more of Joey’s hole, Joey did something he’d never willingly done. Joey spun around and dropped to his knees. He quickly engulfed Marcus’ cock, sucking it as clean as he could, even licking the cum off Marcus’ balls. Marcus shook every time Joey sucked back on his cock; he’d always been sensitive after shooting, but never this sensitive. Joey pulled off of Marcus’s softening dick and said, with true sincerity, “Thank you Daddy Marcus.” “Thank you, Joey. That was the best fuck I’ve ever had.” Marcus reached down and pulled Joey to his feet. Looking down, he saw Joey’s hard cock sticking out. Marcus, seeming to truly understand the power dynamic, turned to Sir and asked, “Can I suck his dick? I’ve always wanted to.” Sir looked Joey, who silently pleaded, and then to Brother. Again Brother said he had nothing to do with what was happening. Sir looked at Marcus and asked, “Do you want this recorded?” Marcus said, “Fuck yeah,” Marcus dropped to his knees and shoved his face into the cum crusted jockstrap. After he sniffed it, Marcus pulled the pouch aside, freeing Joey’s dick. It was clear to everyone that this was Marcus’ first time sucking his cock. Joey didn’t care, lost in the feeling of getting his cock sucked. Joey was close to shooting when he asked Marcus, “I’m gonna cum, where do you want it?” Marcus looked up at Joey, pulled off, and said, almost as a question, “On my face.” Joey took his hard-on in his hand, and took Marcus’ chin in the other. Joey proceeded in less than 30 seconds, to groan as he unloaded a huge load on Marcus’s face. Marcus, covered in cum for the first time, opened his mouth and took Joey in, feeling cum shoot into his mouth and swallowing it. When Joey was done shooting, he slowly pulled out of Marcus’ mouth, took a finger, wiped up a clump of his load and B offered it to Marcus, Marcus greedily took Joey’s cum covered finger, and sucked it clean. Joey and Marcus proceeded to wipe Marcus’ face clean of the cum, with Marcus eagerly cleaning it all. Joey fell backward, hitting his ass on the sink that only moments ago he had been bent over, begging this hot teenage daddy to rape him and cum in him. “Fuck, that was hot.” Marcus, still on his knees, looked to Sir and Brother, and asked, “Can I…?” Brother walked up to Marcus, pulled his hard cock out and said, “Open.” Marcus did and Brother put just the head of his dick in Marcus’ mouth and told him to close it and ordered, “Jerk me off in your mouth and swallow my load like a good little boy.” Marcus reached up with both hands, and as he’d see in so many straight poem videos, wrapped them around Brother’s big dick. He proceeded to jerk Brother’s cock, alternating between fast and slow motions. As he did this, he never took his eyes from Brother. Brother, his breathing getting shorter, told Marcus, “Fuck yeah Marcus, take your first load in your mouth. Do not swallow.” Marcus finished his job, and Brother grunted as he shot his load into Marcus’ mouth. After several shots, and groaning from Brother, he directed Marcus to open his mouth and to not swallow. Joey and Sir looked into Marcus’ mouth, seeing Brother’s load in Marcus’ mouth. Brother turned to Sir and asked, “As we traditionally do?” Sir handed the phone to Brother and placed the head of his dick, which he’d been slowly jerking the entire time, ordered Marcus, “Repeat.” Marcus did and soon was taking his third cum load, the second in his mouth. Sir apparently shot a heavy and intense load as Marcus made gagging noises. Sir pulled out and with no direction, Marcus tilted his head back, opening his mouth and looked straight into the camera. Through the cum that was almost entirely filling his mouth, he gurgled, only barely understandably, “Thank you, Sirs.” In unison, Sir and brother ordered Marcus, “Swallow.” Marcus tried his best, but choked as he tried to swallow the thick loads. This caused some of the cum to spurt out of his mouth and even out through his nostrils. After swallowing the cum, he clearly thanked Sir and Brother for their loads. He did not waste a drop, taking in the cum from his chin and nostrils and swallowing it. Sir and Brother both said, “Good boy,” and then directed Marcus to get up and get dressed. “Marcus, give Joey your phone. Joey, give Marcus your hone number.” Joey did as directed, entering his phone contact into Marcus’s phone and handing it back. As this happened, their hands touched for a second and Joey heard the voice in his head again. “That’s my Boy.” Joey and Marcus, followed by Sir and Brother, exited the restroom. Brother informed Marcus’s uncle that they’d had a conversation with Marcus, saying, “He’s an excellent Server. Keep him around.” As Brother, Sir and Joey exited the restaurant, Joey look back and saw Marcus watching and then mouthing, “Thank you.”

I’m looking for a story, think it was chem. teenager loses his virginity, taking extreme toys. Guy is caring to the teen

For some unknown reason, Joey popped into my head yesterday. After reading both stories, start to finish and blowing three loads, I realized I need to finish this. so, believe it or not, after 5 years, I’ll be completing it. I already had written the chapter about the waiter, so will need to rewrite, since it was lost to time.

Are there any clubs in Denver similar to Steamworks? Have they reopened yet? if no clubs, anyone have hotel/motel recommendations where a bottom like me could host for anon pump n dump scene?

Chapter 4: One of the guys that had been watching moved forward, pulling his dick out and yanking my head up by my hair. Without even asking, he immediately took control of me, jamming his dick down my throat. I gagged, not at the size or penetration, but with taste and odor. He laughed and said, “I haven’t been able to shower in a couple days.” He proceeded to fuck my throat before pulling out and shooting his load all over my face. He targeted my eyes and as he was slowing down, put the head right at my nostril and shot up my nose. As I was choking on the cum in my nose, he pulled back and began pissing, spraying my face before shoving in my mouth and ordering me to drink. This led to the other two guys walking, and almost immediately, simultaneously shooting loads on my face and hair. When the guy in my mouth was done, each of the other two pissed down my throat. This was too much and after they were done, I collapsed on the ground. I felt my head get pulled up again, still covered in cum and piss. Sir was staring at me, smirking, and unloaded all of his piss straight in my face. Without direction, I opened my mouth and swallowed what I could. “Thank you Sir,” was all I could mutter before I again collapsed. “Wake up faggot. You’re not done.” “Please Sir, I...” A kick to the base of the buttplug in my cunt sent pain all through more, causing me to gasp in pain and look up at Sir. “Didn’t I warn you? I only warn once; if you’re too stupid to remember the words, maybe the pain will help. Again, and harder.” Another kick, harder as ordered, sent more pain, and pleasure, through me. Without any words, I began to move, slowly, to a standing position. “Walk, to the white van. Get in the back and cuff your right ankle and left wrist.” In extreme pain, I did as ordered. After the cuffs were attached, Jose attached the remaining two and a strap around my waist, and then pressed a button. I was simultaneously spread as wide as possible, and lifted into a kneeling position. I was now face down and ass up in the back of a van. A mask, with only a nose and mouth hole was placed over my head. “Next stop, Springs Mission. Some of the homeless guys, who know you, are ready to get some revenge.” I heard the doors close and the engine start up. After what seemed like an hour, but was likely 20 minutes, the van came to a stop. I heard the back doors open, and Sir call out, “he’s here.” A moment later, I heard a new voice, which was familiar, say, “Fuck, I thought you were lying.” Sir laughed, “I don’t lie to my workers. Now get to it, he’s got a few other friends waiting.” I felt the buttplug get pulled back, and then shoved back in a few times. Without warning, it was pulled out and there was some pressure, but I groaned in pleasure. I felt another rock being pushed in my cunt and moaned as it began the burn. I then felt a cock start pounding by in and out of my hole. “Dammit Johnson, I wanted to fuck you from the day your arrogant ass showed up in my Pod. I knew you were a fag right away, but I never imagined you’d be this much of a faggot, with this loose a cunt.” I recognized the voice and realized I was getting fucked by one of the former inmates. “No, please stop. This isn’t what I wanted.” The fucking increased and i felt the inner hole again be opened. “Again faggot, what makes you think you have any say?” I heard the voice of the inmate say, “The bitch is too loose. I can’t feel anything.” Sir said, “Give us a minute. Use his mouth while we get him prepared. A moment later, my mouth was again filled with a cock covered in cum. I felt the cuffs on my wrists and ankles be removed from the floor of the van and reattached, connecting my wrists to the opposite ankle. This forced the cock out of my mouth as I was then lifted about a foot of the floor, my face getting pressed into the ceiling. “Give me the biggest one and lube it up.” About 20 seconds later, I heard the gasp of my former client, and then a nasty laugh before he said, “I’ll feel him now.” I felt what I realized was a dildo, being maneuvered under my lifted ass. I felt the head against my hole and immediately tried to shove down to get it in me. I heard the motor of the lifter start and without warning, the mechanism holding me up was released. I felt the pain of being dropped full speed down this huge rubber cock. It stretched me wide and then forced my inner hole open as I came down on the big rubber balls. Twice more this happened and by the third time, the monster had no trouble breaking into my deep hole. I could only moan and groan as this happened. “Alright get next to the dildo. Face him or behind him, your choice.” I felt movement as I was again lifted to the top of the van. “You know who I am don’t you faggot?” “Yes, Sir I do.” “Say my name faggot.” “Eric Houston, Sir.” “That’s right faggot. And what do you want from me?” “I need you to fuck me. I need your cock in me and your cum.” “What about my cock? Why do you need it? Where do you need it? Worthless faggot.” I screamed out as the pain of him slapping my balls radiated through me. Between tears, I begged him, knowing what he wanted to hear. “Please, I need your black cock deep in my white cunt. I don’t deserve it, but I need it.” He laughed, “All you white faggots want this cock. I want to see his face as it happens; can the mask come off?” Sir said, “You want it, you do it.” “Look down faggot.” I felt hands at my neck and the mask came off. It took a minute to focus my eyes, but when I did, I was looking into the face of an ex-inmate. I then caught sight of what was about to happen. Below me were two huge cocks: on throbbing, black dick; the other a massive white dildo. The real dick was about 9” long, but short compared to the 12” dildo. Each was about the circumference of a beer can. This was going to hurt. BAD. “You ready for this faggot? I am.” I started to shake my head, but froze at the sound of the motor of the lifter start up. “Jose, lube them up. All of them.” Eric smirked and laughed as he said, “Yeah, Jose be a good bitch and lube his cunt up. Then look me in the eyes as you lube my cock up. I always knew you were a bitch for cock.” I saw the look on Jose’s face as he rubbed a thick substance on my hole and push it in. He was not enjoying this anymore and looked defeated. “Yes, Mr. Houston.” A smile spread across Eric’s face, “Yes, what?” “I’m a bitch... for... cock” He applied a generous amount of lube to the dildo and then to Eric’s cock. I could swear that he spent extra time rubbing the black dick. “That’s enough you two.” Sir asked, “You ready faggot? You need more?” I looked back at Sir and said, “Please. More.” Sir asked, “I think you need the next level.” I wasn’t sure what he meant until I saw the alcohol wipe as he moved toward my arm. “Sir, is that...?” “You know what it is. Beg for it.” I hesitated briefly, remembering the stories I had jerked off to dozens of times. I knew what it was. “Please Sir, slam me. Give it to me. I need it.” He stepped forward, wiped my arm and uncapped the needle. I watched every move, shivering in anticipation. “You might want to turn away boy; you can watch the video later.” I looked him straight in the eyes and said, “No thank you Sir.” He smiled and said, “That’s my boy.” I watched intently as the needle was pressed against my arm, touching a throbbing vein. He held it there until I begged, “Please Master. “ The needle caused a brief pain as it punctured my vein and slid in. I was enthralled as he pulled the plunger back and the clear liquid became red with my blood. “Last chance.” I looked at him and said, “No regrets.” The plunger pushed in, and I felt it immediately. The meth rocketed up my arm, into my chest. I lost the ability to breathe for a few seconds and then the cough came: 3 deep coughs. Within a second the meth moved, rocketing straight to my cunt. “Oh god. Please. Fuck me. Hard.” The riser was gently released and I started to slide down. My hole was on fire as the huge dildo entered my burning cunt. The descent continued until Eric’s big dick head was reached. I plead for it, “Get it in me. Give me that second dick.” I tried pushing down, but was under the control of the riser. Eric’s cock head stretched my cunt, trying to push in alongside the dildo. My cunt resisted, while simultaneously craving the destruction. I looked at Sir and pleaded, “Do whatever it takes. Please.” Sir smiled and said, “Drop him.” I heard the button get pressed and the mechanism released its control on me. I had no choice. My cunt had no choice. Gravity always wins. As my body was released, my full weight came down on Eric’s cock head. For a split second I was motionless, the head of his cock holding me up. And then I felt it. My hole stretched and tore as a second cock entered my cunt for the first time. With all the lube, my body weight and gravity, I was sliding further and further down, feeling my hole continue to stretch and my cunt open up to the two huge cocks. I groaned, “Oh, fuck, it hurts. It feels so good.” Eric couldn’t say a word other than to moan as he watched my cunt open and swallow his cock and shove it against the dildo. As I hit bottom, balls deep on both cocks, I begged, “Again. Rape my ass you fuckers.” I started bouncing up and down, but couldn’t move much. Then the mechanism raised me up, moving me high up before slamming me back down. This went on for several minutes, including several complete removals and drops over both cocks. Eric began to groan and cried out, “Take my load faggot. Take it all.” With one final drop, he blasted deep in my hole. Shooting several times. He groaned and smiled, “That was hot.” I wasn’t done; I needed more. “Mister Houston, Sir? Are you done?” He smiled and said, “You quitting faggot? Cause I can go more.” I looked him in his eyes, “Again.” I looked at Sir Y, spun out of my mind, and said, “Please?” I was trying to get years of fantasy filled in one day. Sir Y shook his head, smiled, and replied, “You sure? If so, it’s going to have to go further...”

Chapter 3 As we walked out of the door, several people were walking towards the door. I initially became aware of my appearance, wearing only the shirt and jockstrap, and then really focused on what was clearly written on the front of the shirt. I began to get nervous and wanted to run. But again, the meth took control, and I just kept walking. Several people made faces and comments and steered clear of the three of us. As we were walking across the parking lot, a couple of guys, not appearing to be together, stared intensely at me, eyeing me up and down. Their leering continued, and they each grabbed their crotch. Sir Y saw this and just told them, “He’s available if you want.” I was slightly shocked and frightened by this. They looked at Sir Y incredulously and looked at each other, and they nodded. Sir Y said to me, “Go around the building faggot, there’s a garbage bin area.” I looked at him and the other men, briefly apprehensive about what was going on. Sir Y’s face began to change, and I knew not to fight. I walked to the end of the building and turned the corner. As he said there would be, I saw a gated area that contained a garbage dumpster. I walked to the gate, looked back to see the four men walking towards me, and then opened the gate and walked in. The structure, a rectangular brick wall enclosure, provided several feet on each side of the dumpster. I walked in, and not knowing what Sir Y wanted me to do, moved about halfway in and got on my knees, immediately feeling the concrete scrape my knees. Sir Y, his friend, and the two guys walked in. As one of the guys started to close the gate, Sir Y told him, “It stays open or nothing happens. The faggot wants to be seen by anyone.” The guy who was closing the gate stopped and looked at the other guy. He just shrugged his shoulders and moved further in as he began unbuckling his belt. I watched as he approached me, followed by the other guy. Neither guy would be considered handsome and had slight stomachs. Before today, I would not have considered them as sexual partners and I doubt they would have picked me out either. The first guy to reach me pulled his semi-hard cock out of his denim jeans as he approached me. As he reached me, I immediately opened my mouth and he pushed his dick in. I began sucking him, getting him hard as he began to get more and more aggressive. He seemed to be about 6-7” hard and not overly thick; a nice average cock. He grabbed my head and began thrusting hard into my mouth. I saw the other guy move to the side, his cock hard and huge. He was watching and jerking what appeared to be at least 9” and as thick as Sir Y. Sir Y was watching and told the guys, “The faggot has a cunt too, not just his mouth.” The first guy pulled out of my mouth and said, “Get up faggot.” I stood up and knowing what was expected, turned around and bent over. The second guy moved to in front of me and grabbed my head, telling me to open my mouth. He immediately shoved his cock as far in my throat as he could. The guy behind me saw the base of the plug and tried removing it, only to get stopped barely after he began pulling. He asked Sir Y, “How big is this? I can’t get it out.” Sir Y told him, “Move” and then told Jose, “Take it out of him.” Jose moved to my ass and told the other guy, “Spread him open.” I felt my ass get spread wide. Jose then told the guy in my mouth, “Get ready to get your dick the rest of the way in the faggot’s throat.” The guy said, “Fuck yeah, this is gonna be good. He’s only got about 6” in, 4” more to go.” I felt Jose grab the base of the buttplug and laughed, “You asked for this faggot.” With the last word out of his mouth, he yanked as hard as he could and I screamed as the plug was ripped out of my cunt, stretching it hard and wide, painfully as he could. As my scream began, the guy in my mouth immediately grabbed the back of my head and shoved the remaining inches of his huge cock deeper into my throat, cutting off both my scream and my airway as my nose was pressed tightly into his hairy and slightly smelly crotch. The guy behind me said, “Holy shit, that had to destroy his hole.” Sir Y corrected him, “It’s a cunt. And that’s what he wants. Now fuck him or get going.” The guy moved behind me and I felt him slide all the way in. I only felt because his pelvis hit my cheeks’; my hole was stretched so wide at first that I couldn’t feel his dick. The guy complained, “Faggot, you better tighten that cunt for me.” It took several seconds, but I was able to clamp my cunt enough that he said, “That’s better” as he began pumping in and out. Sir Y told him, “Harder, fuck him like you know you really want to. Fuck him up.” With that permission, the guy said, “Fuck yeah.” He immediately went into overdrive, pulling out and then slamming back in, harder and harder each time. The guy in my mouth began pulling out and pushing back in, getting more intense each thrust. He told me to look up at him, which I did. He immediately spit on my face, telling me, “You want my cum don’t you?” I nodded and tried to plead as much as I could. He looked at me and said, with sadistic glee, “I only cum when I fuck, so this load goes in your cunt faggot. And it’s gonna hurt.” This guy, with no regard for me, asked Sir Y, “What’s the limit for this faggot?” Sir Y responded, “Do what you want to do.” The guy said, “Really? What EVER I want to?” Sir Y said, “Yes. Tell us what it is you want to do. Though I think I already know.” The guy in me chuckled and said, “Damn your nasty. I gotta take a mean piss, and I don’t want to pull out.” Sir Y said, “Then don’t.” I tried shaking my head, and tried pleading with my eyes. The guy looked down at me, smirked, and asked, “You want my piss, faggot?” I tried shaking my head but stopped when I felt him start pissing anyway. He laughed and said, “Who the fuck cares what you want faggot. Dressed like you are, taking a dick up your cunt out in the open, you’re in no position to say what you want.” He pressed his dick back into my throat and let loose. I felt the piss slide down my throat. I couldn’t swallow or spit it up, but just felt the hot piss going down my throat. After about 10 seconds, the flow stopped and I was thankful it was all over. He pulled his cock, still amazingly hard, out of my throat and into my mouth. He stopped with just the head in my mouth and told me, “Tighten your lips and don’t spill any.” Disgusted by what was happening, as piss play had never been anything I wanted, I reluctantly tightened my lips and he sighed as the piss began again. Now that I tasted it and was able to gag on it, I did. The taste was horribly bitter and very hot. I tried not to swallow, but he just looked at me and said, “Swallow it before it chokes you.” Again, now with tears of shame and disgust falling down my face, I began to swallow it, doing so as I simultaneously tried to not gag and throw up. I heard the guy in my ass mutter, “Disgusting faggot,” as he slammed into me one last, hard time. He groaned, “Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” as he began shooting deep in me. I clamped my hole as tightly as I could and he groaned again, “FUCK, tighten that cunt and work my load out. You disgusting fag. Just taking a load without knowing who it’s from.” After about 10 seconds of shooting multiple ropes of cum, he stopped and slowly pulled his softening dick out. The guy in my mouth finished pissing and slammed his cock down my throat one last time. He held me there, making me fear that he was going to kill me by not letting me breathe. He watched me intently, smirking at the fear in my eyes as I began to lose what little air I had. He pulled out of my mouth, laughing as I spit and choked in air. “Turn around and give me your cunt, faggot.” Without standing up, I maneuvered myself around, presenting my cunt to the 10” inch cock. I came face to cock with the soft cock that had just blown a huge load up my ass. The guy was looking around for something to clean his cock off when I opened my mouth. Sir Y told him, “Make him clean you off. He needs to learn that’s his role.” The guy just whistled, muttered, “Fuck,” and then slid his soft cock in my mouth. I was amazed that, though soft, his cock was still about the same length. I began sucking his dick, making sure to get all the cum, a mixture of his and Sir and Jose’s loads, from his cock and pubic hair, as well as his balls. In addition to the cum, I tasted something bitter and figured that was the taste of meth. I was so focused on the dick in my mouth, that I almost forgot about the monster dick behind. That forgetfulness ended as the dick was slammed into my cunt, this time slamming into that second hole before he could get balls deep. The guy told me, “Open that fucking hole or I’m going to.” I did not know how to do it and then the guy pulled out. I heard a moan from the guy in my mouth and felt him start to piss. “Swallow faggot, you seem to like drinking piss.” The guy behind me again slammed deep into my cunt, again hitting that hole deep inside. Sir Y told him, “Keep pushing, break him open.” The guy grabbed my hips and pulled me backward as he continued to push forward. I felt the head of his cock pressing hard and then felt it; the hole deep in me was finally broken open, and I felt his head breach it and the rest of his cock slide in. Sir Y told him, “Stay still, and wait until this guy is finished.” The guy in my mouth finished pissing and I realized I had swallowed it all, with no gagging. He slowly pulled out and spat in my mouth, “Damn faggot, that was hot. Swallow my spit.” I looked at him as closed my mouth, swallowed his spit, and said, “Thank you for cumming in my ass and pissing down my throat.” He looked at me and just said, “I can’t believe this.” He looked at Sir Y and said, “I was not expecting anything like this to happen at the DM fucking V.” Sir Y responded, “This faggot has been wanting this and is getting it.” I saw him hand the guy a card and say, “Text this number if you want him again. Feel free to share the number with anyone you want.” The guy took the card, looked at and said he would. He moved aside and began getting himself dressed so he could leave. He looked at his watch and said, “Damn faggot, you made me miss my appointment. I’ll have to make you pay for that next time.” I looked at him and said, “I’m sorry Sir.” Sir Y told the guy in my ass, “You still hard and ready to fuck?” The guy slowly moved back and forth in my cunt and said, “Just a few seconds to get fully hard again and yeah, I’ll be ready.” Sir Y said, “Good. We’re gonna record this.” The guy hesitated and said, “Record it? I’m not sure about that.” Sir Y looked at him and told him, “You’re gonna do it if you want to keep fucking him. Your face won’t be recorded. Just your dick as you fuck him and his face as you wreck his inner cunt hole. IS THAT CLEAR?” The guy said, “As long as my face stays out, hell yeah it’s okay.” Sir Y addressed Jose, “Get ready boy, I want you to catch some good video.” Jose grabbed his phone out of his pocket, set up to record and said, “Ready Sir.” Sir Y told the guy behind me, “Pull all the way out and let him get a shot of your cock and the faggot’s cunt.” The guy said, “Get over here and get ready.” I felt Jose move around me and get right next to the guy. “You ready?” and Jose said, “Ready.” With no further warning, the fucker ripped his dick all the way out of my cunt, with as much speed and force as he could. Sir Y said, “Good job, you know what he needs.” Jose said, “Fuck, you pulled his lips out; now he really does look like he has a cunt.” I groaned in pain as the reverse violation occurred, the pain from his cock head being yanked out from that inner hole was excruciating. Sir Y looked down at me and said, “I told you I knew how to open that inner hole. Now, tell me, and the camera what you want.” Jose moved back in front of me, getting a clear image of my face. “Please Sir, can I have another rock? I need more. Then please have the man behind me rape my cunt as hard as he wants.” Sir Y said, “That’s more than I was expecting, but since you asked nicely, yes.” Sir grabbed his baggie out of his packet and I was able to see it for the first time. The guy behind me said, “Oh, hell yeah. This is going to be fun. I had a feeling he was spun. Let me get him even more spun.” Sir Y opened the baggie and took out a piece. I looked at him and said, “Sir, may I choose one?” Sir looked down at me and said, “If you do, it better not be a weak piece.” I said, “It won’t be Sir,” and he handed me the bag, after putting the piece he had back in. Without hesitation, I grabbed the piece that caught my eye. It was the largest piece in the bag, about as large as the one Sir had given me in the bathroom. I looked up at him as he smiled, “You’re a fucking meth whore aren’t you?” “I’m your meth whore Sir.” He took the bag back and told me, “Give him the rock.” I turned as best I could, reaching my hand back, making sure not to drop the rock. I handed it to the fucker and simply said, “Please shove this in my cunt and rape fuck me.” He took it from me and said, “My pleasure cunt fag.” Jose, without being told, moved back behind me in order to capture this. The man told me, “Spread your cheeks so we can get a clear shot.” I reached back and spread my ass open. I heard Jose say, “Okay, he’s ready.” I felt fingers at my hole, and I felt the rock being rubbed around my cunt, slid in and pulled out. “Please Sir, shove it in me. I need it. Please.” “Ready?” “Ready.” I felt the fingers jammed into my cunt, shoving deep in as the rock was pushed in. I felt the scrape and the burn. I pushed back, wanting the rock as deep in me as possible. The guy said, “Fuck, you are hungry.” I realized as I reached the base, that he had three fingers all the way in, but I still needed more. Bigger. “Please, give me something big,” I said this as I began rocking back and forth on his fingers, slamming down each time. “Bigger? Like my dick back in your cunt?” I looked at Sir Y, who was looking down at me, seeming to already know what was going to happen. He nodded his head and quietly said, “Do it faggot.” I pushed back down the guys fingers and said, “Bigger. Bigger than your cock.” The guy asked, “What the fuck is bigger than…” and then paused. “Are you saying what I think you are? If so, you need to ask me. No you need to beg me.” “Please Sir, give me more. G-g-give me your fist. Fist my cunt. Fist my cunt out here where anyone can see.” “Holy fuck. I can’t believe it. You sure?” “Yes, give me your fist.” He yanked his three fingers out, pulling cum out with him. I felt him place his fingers back at my hole and I immediately started pushing back. I felt my hole stretch open as I rode down his hand. He pushed forward and his hand moved up into me. I could still feel the rock burning as it melted inside my cunt. I pushed back as far as I could, but could not get all the way down. He tried pushing, but there seemed to be no way my hole would stretch enough. Even as the meth took full control, and I rode up and down on his hand, my hole stopped at the widest part of his hand. Sir Y looked down at me and said, “You begged for this faggot, you better get it in there.” He tossed the guy a bottle of lube and said, “Get the rest of your hand lubed.” The guy moved his hand out of my cunt and poured lube on his hand and my cunt. Sir Y told him, “Get down on your knees faggot,” which I did. The guy behind me said, “Oh yeah,” and I felt him follow suit. Sir Y took the baggie out again and handed the guy another shard. “Shove this in him and give it a few seconds to get him fully spun.” The guy shoved as deep as he could, held his fingers in and held the rock to my cunt walls. I felt the burn start quickly and intensely. My head began to swim, and my ears began to ring. It got hard to breathe, and I coughed when I could not breathe. Sir Y said, “He’s ready. DO IT.” The guy pulled out, prepped his hand and pushed in again. I wobbled, but was able to steady myself and push back to meet him. Again, the hand was resisted. Sir Y got down in front of me, took hold of my shoulders and said, “Take it faggot. Take that man’s hand.” “Pull out.” I felt the hand pull out from my cunt. “All together on three,” Sir said to the guy. The fingers, with more lube, were placed back at my hole. “One.” The fingers slid in a little “Now.” Sir pushed me backwards as the man shoved his hand into my cunt. Without being aware of it happening, I was not prepared to resist. I screamed out as, with some resistance, the hand fully breached my cunt. “Oh fuck, please no. Take it out. It’s too much.” As if as one, all three men said, “Shut the fuck up faggot.” Sir Y looked at me and said, “You begged for this faggot, it’s not ending because you want to be a pussy. It ends when I decide it ends.” The guy behind me moaned out, “Fuck. My hand is in his cunt. Fucking amazing.” I continued to moan and whimper, “Please. Oh god it hurts.” I felt the guy start moving his fingers around in my cunt, causing even more pain. And then it happened. I couldn’t tell when, but gradually, the pain disappeared. He found my prostate and began applying pressure to it. The fullness moved from painful to pleasure. Sir Y saw the look in my face, my eyes rolling up as I moaned. “Give me the camera. Look at me faggot.” I struggled to focus. “Now faggot.” I was able to focus on him and the camera in my face. “Oh god, it…” “Tell us faggot.” “It, it…” “Faggot, tell us what’s going on in that cunt of yours.” “It feels so full, oh Sir, it’s so full.” “That’s what you begged for faggot. Isn’t it? You wanted his fist didn’t you. Were you so stupid and so fucked up that you begged him to shove his whole hand in you? Isn’t that what you wanted?” I groaned as the guy continued moving his hand, slowly turning it, pushing in a bit more, and then hitting my prostate again, eliciting another whimper from me. “Yes, yes Sir. I begged him to fist my cunt. I begged him to fist my meth whore cunt. I needed it.” “Yes faggot, you did beg him for it. Now, beg him for what you need now.” “Sir? What I need?” “Yes faggot, focus on that man’s hand in your cunt. Feel that meth in you, controlling you, demanding what you need. Now tell him.” I did as Sir Y said, focusing on the meth spiral I was in and the hand in me. The wall came down and I knew. “Please Sir, fuck me with your hand. Fist me and wreck my cunt.” As I said this, I pulled forward before pushing back on his hand, trying to get more of it in. “Oh, faggot. I’m going to give you that, and you’re gonna keep begging for more.” “Get the camera back here, you’re going to want this.” Jose took the camera and moved back. The guy pulled backward, stretching my hole to it’s widest as he rested his hand at the widest point of his wrist before sliding back in. He did this several times, twisting his hand each time. I continued to moan and whimper, but was also pushing back on his hand. I looked up and noticed a couple more guys standing at the gate, watching me get fisted, on my knees, in a garbage area. This is what I needed to be. I looked at Sir Y and said, “Thank you Sir. This is for you.” When I felt the hand in my cunt start to pull backward again, I pulled forward. This time his hand did not stop. I groaned as I pulled my whole cunt off his hand. Jose and the man both said, “Fuck, look at that cunt.” I reached back and felt it. The cunt was open wide and the lips were stretched out. Before anything could be done to stop me, I pushed back, slamming my cunt back over his hand, not letting it stop at the widest part. I rode my cunt all the way back and over his wide part until he fully breached me again. “Please, fist my faggot cunt.” For the next several minutes, he fisted me deep, pulling out and slamming in, going deeper and deeper each time. As he continued to hit my prostate, I felt an orgasm coming on. Sir Y saw the look on my face and said, “What do you want boy?” I looked him in the eyes and said, “ I want to make myself cum with his hand in me.” “Do it boy, shoot your faggot cum on the ground.” I pressured my cunt walls and rode his hand so that it continued to hit my prostate. Within a minute, I felt it. I groaned as my dick started spewing cum all over the ground. I whimpered in pleasure and the guy groaned, “Fuck dude you’re gonna break my wrist.” After what seemed like an hour of cumming, I was spent. My hole relaxed as I slumped face first into the ground. The guy slowly pulled his hand out and with one last effort, he said to Jose, “Final wreckage.” I heard him lube up again, and I pleaded, “No more.” “Fuck you faggot. I told you I only cum when I fuck, and you’re not going to shoot your load and leave me with blue balls. Now keep your fucking mouth shut. Except to groan in pain when I do what I’m gonna do, cause it’s gonna hurt.” “N..” I felt it. His clenched fist. At my cunt lips. Then I felt him pushing forward. My mind broke at that moment. This was too much, this was not what I wanted. It was. I pushed back with what energy I had. “That’s it faggot, take it.” The pain was overwhelming and I lost all focus on the world around me. My entire world was my cunt as his clenched fist broke through and slid in me, stretching me wider than before. “Oh fuck, Sir. Oh fuck.” “Damn faggot, I didn’t think you could take it.” As if getting a renewed lease on life, I got back up and shocked everyone. I pulled myself off, completely, from his clenched fist. Before he could do anything more, I then pushed back, immediately taking it back in my wrecked cunt. He then took over, pulling out and pushing back in a few more times. He groaned after several of these, “I need to shoot my load.” I begged him, “Please shove it in me” He began to pull out and I tightened my hole. “Shove it in me.” “What the…” “Please, do it.” He maneuvered himself up, placed his lubed dick at my hole, and began pushing in. “SHOVE IT IN ME!!!” He realized what I meant and said, “You got it faggot.” With that, he pushed as hard as he could and slammed that huge cock, through my already stuffed cunt, and slid it into me. “Fuck me mother fucker. Fuck my cunt and shoot your load in it.” With that, he began slowly, and then with increasing force, began fucking my cunt alongside his hand. “OH FUCK!!!” “Oh fuck, beg me bitch. Beg me for my load.” “Fuck me Sir, blow your load in me. Shoot your load deep in me.” “Oh yeah you fucking faggot.” I did not expect what was coming next. All at once, he pulled backwards and yanked his fist and cock out at the same time. I groaned loudly as the pressure was immense and wonderful. He then rammed that dick deep in me, breaching that inner hole again, painfully. He did this three or four more times, pulling all the way out before slamming back in. “Oh fuck. Faggot, take my load.” He slammed in one last time, past that inner hole and began jerking, shooting a huge load deep in me. He jammed in and out several times, making sure that every drop got far in my cunt. He fell on my back, in exhaustion, causing me to fall forward on the ground. I could feel his breathing, and it sounded as if he was crying. I felt tears coming down on my face as he told me, “You broke me faggot. I’ve never been that hardcore. You broke me.” After several minutes of us lying there, with Sir Y, Jose, and the now three guys watching, he pulled out of me. He held my cheeks wide, for Jose to get a final shot. Jose put the phone in front of my face and I smiled in exhaustion as I looked at my cunt. I wanted it wrecked, and it was as close to wrecked as it could be. It was still open, with the gash now looking to be about three to four inches high and at least an inch wide. I could see the red of the walls of my cunt and cum leaking out. I noticed the butt plug still sitting on the ground where Jose had dropped it. He saw my gaze and just asked, “You or me?” “You.” He picked it up, moved behind me and told me, “On your knees faggot.” I managed to push myself up and was prepared for the plug. I heard lube being smeared and was sure it was on the plug. Then I heard him say, “May I Master?” Sir Y looked at me and then at him and said, “Yes.” Without notice, I felt Jose’s hand slide up in me, with no resistance. He then added his dick, with very little resistance. I felt movement, realizing what was happening. He grabbed his dick and began jerking off. Within a minute, I heard his breathing deepen. “Oh fuck, faggot I’m jerking off in your cunt. Take it.” My hole stretched even wider, but I was so far gone that it didn’t hurt, as he shot his load deep in me. After a minute of cooling down, he pulled his soft cock and then his hand, out of me. I then felt the tip of the butt plug. He pushed it and with no resistance, it slid all the way in. I collapsed on the ground. I was done. At least I thought I was….

Chapter 2: Hearing this man, who I still had not seen his face, say what he did both scared and turned me on. This was the man who I apparently had expressed all my hidden desires to and he had set me up. He planned all this and here I was flying on meth, naked in a public bathroom, bent over with my cunt (never had I ever wanted that word used to describe my asshole) fully exposed, dripping the load of some unknown guy and wanting more. The man who set this all up, who I will call Sir, said to his friend, “Glad you enjoyed his cunt. But I think the little faggot wants more, don’t you faggot?” “Yes Sir, please, I need more. I need my cunt fucked more and more cum in me. Please.” “Let me see your baggie. Let’s see what we can do to the faggot.” I heard noises from behind and was tempted to turn and look, but realized, I didn’t want to see anything. I didn’t want to see the face of the man who was leading me to destruction. I didn’t want to see or know what he was doing; I just wanted to be destroyed. “Get the camera ready, I want this to be recorded.” A moment later I was instructed to turn my head to the left. I did and for a second all I saw was the bathroom stall wall. Then a hand appeared in front of my face, with a large piece of crystal in it.My eyes stretched wide open, my heart skipped a beat and I drew a gasp of air; I wanted this in me. I was officially on my way to being a full-fledged meth whore and no longer cared to fight it. “Please…please.” “What’s your name faggot?” “R-r-Roger, Sir” “Roger what faggot?” “Roger Johnson, Sir” “As of this moment, you no longer have that name. Your name is now Faggot, do you understand that?” “Yes Sir, my name is faggot, Sir.” “Good, good. Now look at the camera and tell me, what’s in my hand?” “Crystal, Sir. Meth, tina, FUN” Sir laughed, “You are already a whore for this aren’t you faggot?” “Yes, Sir. I need it. I want it. I’ll do whatever you tell me to. Please.” “Good faggot. Now tell the audience where you want it and how you want it.” I was too far gone to care anymore about pride or shame or fear of being found out. “In my faggot whore cunt Sir. I want, I need, you to shove it in me hard as you want and then rape it in me with your cock, Sir.” “Damn, you’re easier than I thought you would be. But we’ll see if you have regrets later” With that, the hand was removed from my sight. “Get on your knees on the toilet faggot and spread those cheeks. Show us that cunt you’re begging to have this rock in. Make me believe you deserve it.” It took a little balance, but I was able to do as ordered. I kneeled on the toilet seat, placing my head against the wall to stabilize myself. I reached back and spread my ass cheeks, showing off my cunt hole, I’m sure for the men who were recording my debasement. “Please Sir, shove the rock in my cunt. No, please shove it in your faggot’s cunt and rape me like the faggot I am. I want, no I need, you to do what you want to this cunt. Please Sir.” “Good, faggot. Hold this for a sec.” I thought he was talking to me, but I soon learned he was talking to the other guy. I heard the tell-tale sounds of Sir unbuckling his belt and pulling it free. This was followed by the audible sound of his pants unsnapping and zipper coming down. I thought, “Oh fuck yeah, I’m getting another cock in me.” What happened next caught me unaware. Without warning, I felt Sir’s belt go around my neck in a loop and tighten with the buckle at the side of my neck. I instinctively reacted by trying to pull away. This was a mistake, and I paid immediately as the belt was yanked backward, instantly stopping my movement and cutting off my air. “Don’t you fucking move. Don’t you EVER fight me faggot. You will never win, and you will always hurt afterward. CLEAR?” “Yes Sir,” I was able to gasp before the belt was released and my throat was allowed to take air in. “I am sorry, Sir.” “Shut the fuck up, faggot. Spread that cunt hole open. Let’s really see if you want and deserve my dick.” I reached further in to my ass crack, finding my hole and stretching it out as much as possible. “That’s it faggot, show the men what you have and tell them what you want done to it.” “Please, I need this faggot cunt fucked, bred, raped, destroyed. Do whatever you want. I have no right to deny you what you want to do. I’m just a faggot, here for you to use. Get me high, wreck me, PLEASE.” Without warning, I felt Sir slam his fingers in my cunt and I immediately felt the scrape and tell-tale burn of the shard of crystal in my cunt. I slammed backward, taking his fingers to the base and immediately pulling away, only to slam back down. “That’s it faggot, show the men what you want. You’d take my fist if I wanted to wouldn’t you?” “Yes Sir, whatever you want to do to me, do it.” Sir yanked his fingers out, placed his cock head at my cunt, grabbed the belt and yanked me backwards, both cutting off my airflow and slamming me down to the base of his cock in one thrust. I immediately learned one important thing: I was no longer in control; I was nothing more than a cunt for use. The pain and pleasure were simultaneous as the meth continued to burn as it was shoved deeper in my cunt. For the first time ever, I felt another area deep in my asscunt getting hit. It sent explosions of pleasure throughout my body. “Open that hole for me faggot.” Sir pulled out, only slam back in harder than before. Again that new area, which I now realized was another hole, was pounded again. Sir repeated this several times, finally giving up on the attempt to break that hole open . He pulled on the belt while I was fully impaled on his dick. “You will open that hole soon. Fight it now, but I know just how to get through it faggot. That hole is my property, do you understand?” I was barely able to gasp, “Yes Sir,” before he released the belt and began a full fuck. He pulled out and slammed in to me over and over again, sometimes just to the head of his dick, sometimes completely out, waiting for my hole to try and close, before slamming back open. I stayed in position, giving up all control of my body and mind to this brutal fuck, begging over and over, “Rape me Sir, breed my cunt.” “I’m gonna breed you, faggot. Don’t you fucking worry about that. Tell the men, faggot, are you Poz?” “No Sir, I’m negative,” I was able to say in multiple steps as he continued the brutal assault on my cunt. “Neg? Do you want to stay Neg boy?” “I, I, ye… It’s not up to me Sir.” He slammed into me again, stopping as he was balls deep. “Tell me what that means, faggot.” “You own me Sir, I’m your cunt. It’s your choice.” Again the belt was yanked backward, pulling my head to his face. “You’re going to take any load I tell you to?” “Yes, Sir.” “Even Poz loads?” “Yes Sir.” “Toxic loads?” I paused, knowing what this meant. “If that’s what you tell me to do, yes, Sir, I will. It’s not my choice anymore.” “You’re going to beg for loads aren’t you faggot? You’re going to give up your cunt wherever, whenever, and to whomever wants it. Tell me faggot.” “Yes Sir. My cunt is not mine anymore. I am nothing more than a faggot cunt boy to be used anytime. I will beg for any load, spread my cunt for whoever wants it.” “Beg me for my load? Do you even want to know my status?” “Please Sir, give me your cum. Shoot it deep in my cunt. I don’t care.” “Beg me for my toxic load. Tell all the men what you want.” “Please Sir, breed me with your toxic cum. Knock me up, pozme Sir. I need your seed Sir.” “Fuck you. Stupid little faggot cunt. You’re going to regret that.” He then began his brutal rape of my hole, pounding me over and over. “Please Sir, poz your faggot cunt. Poz me Sir.” Within a minute, his breathing intensified and he grunted as he slammed into me one last time as he began shooting his load in me. “Oh, fuck yeah faggot, take my dirty seed. Take my toxic seed. It’s too late for you.” “Fuck yes, Sir, knock me up. Make me yours. Thank you Sir.” He jerked at least five times, pumping his cum deep in my cunt. I swear I could feel the cum shooting into me, burning the walls of my cunt. “That’s it faggot, your all mine now.” “Yes Sir.” As he slowly pulled out, he told the other guy, “Hand me the bag.” I soon felt a duffle bag drop across my back. He pulled something out and then dropped the bag on the floor. I heard the other guy whistle and say, “He’s gonna feel that…” “Give me your baggie again.” I heard more rustling as Sir pulled his dick all the way and replaced it with two fingers. “Push out faggot,” and removed his cum coated fingers. I remained in that position while waiting for whatever Sir had in store for me. “Damn, you sure?” “Don’t ever question me. You know I own your ass, and will bitch you if you ever piss me off. Understood pussy boy?” I was wondering what was going on when I had not said a word. Then I heard the first guy, much more demure than ever before, say, “Yes Master. I am sorry for my disrespect.” Holy fuck, the straight guy isn’t as dominant as he made himself out to be. With my head still facing to the left, I was able to briefly look up at him and saw a different, submissive look on his face. He caught me looking and appeared to shudder in shame as he was discovered. Before I could think or say anything more, I felt something at my cunt. Something big. Without warning, Sir shoved as hard as he could and my cunt was stretched more than ever. I also felt more burning; whatever was going in must have been coated with more crystal. “Push your cunt out faggot, this is going in one way or another.” I pushed out and he pushed in. I felt a painful stretch as what I realized was a huge butt plug stretched me wide before finally fully breaching my cunt and sliding in. My cunt closed in around the base, and I could tell that the base was bigger than either of the dicks that had just fucked me. I groaned as the stretch continued and the burn diminished. “Stand up, faggot.” I slowly got down from the toilet seat, wobbling as I did due to the lack of blood flow and the amount of meth swarming through my body. The first guy took hold of me to keep me from falling. When I was more able to stand on my own, Sir looked at me and I saw his face for the first time. “Mr. Young?” “Yes, faggot. Like I told you, you’re gonna regret giving me control of you.” I looked downward and responded, “No regrets Sir. Do what you want. I’m your property.” He laughed and lifted my head, facing me to him. “That’s a good boy. Now, let’s get you dressed and out of here. You’re day is far from over. And don’t worry about work, I already called you out sick. And, I sent a few of the guys your pictures. They already look forward to when you get back to work. You are going to be our faggot prison bitch.” I had never imagined that I’d ever let my fantasies out of my head. Now, here I was standing in front of a co-worker, naked and high as a kite, knowing that this man had full control of me. “Does, Mr. Rounds know?” “I knew it; you want that black man to use you don’t you?” “Yes, Sir.” “Oh, he’s ready for you. I don’t think you’re ready for him, though. But I’m going to enjoy watching it all happen.” I smiled and said, “I can’t wait for it.” Sir bent down and pulled a package out of his duffel. He handed it to me and told me, “Get dressed, faggot. You’ve got a date at the bathhouse.” I opened the bag, looked in it, and then looked back at Sir. “Is this all I…?” A slap came out of nowhere and my head flinched to the right. “Don’t question me, just do what I tell you.” “Yes, Sir.” I pulled out the jockstrap and t-shirt, both of which were clearly not brand new. The jock strap was branded from Nasty Pig and had a special title across the back part of the waist: “Faggot cumdump.” “My handy work. Like it?” “Yes Sir.” The shirt was a small, so a size smaller than me. The front of it was emblazoned with a large bio-hazard symbol and said, “PNP faggot, property of Sir Y.” The back said, “Faggot whore. Meth Pig. No load refused,” with an arrow pointing down. I looked at both, shocked at the blatant messaging, and then looked at Sir. “Thank you Sir. Thank you for setting me free and making me your property.” He smirked at me, then spit directly in my face. “Shut the fuck up faggot and get dressed.” I put the shirt and jockstrap on, then looked at my pants and shirt, crumpled on the floor. “No. My faggots don’t get to wear clothes. Boy, pick them up.” It still shocked me; this rough, dom straight guy, submits immediately to Sir. He picked up my clothes and shoved them in the duffel bag. Sir Y saw the look on my face and smiled. “You don’t recognize him do you faggot?” I looked more closely and something seemed familiar. Introduce yourself boy. See if tells the faggot why he knows you. “My name is Jose ____” I looked at him, then at Sir Y, and then back. “Holy fuck, you’re…” “Yes, he’s my brother. He’ll soon be Master Y’s new bitch. I can’t wait for it to happen. And from what I know about your relationship with him, I’m sure you can’t wait for it either.” I smiled and said, hoping to not get a slap from either man, “I hope that little shit hurts and hates every minute of whatever happens to him.” I look at Sir, “I’m ready.” He looked back at me, tilted his head, and said, “We’ll see about that. If it’s you or the meth talking. Now, get walking.” With only a brief hesitation, I walked out of the stall and to the door. I could not believe that in less than an hour, I had gone from a repressed gay man, to a full-fledged meth whore with two loads of cum, who knows how much meth flowing through me and a huge buttplug in me that I felt with every step I took. And, more than that, about to step into this new existence, in public, in a shirt and jockstrap only, which fully announce what I am. I held the door for my two men. And humbly, but proudly, walked into my new life.

I’ve had fantasies, DARK FANTASIES, for as long as I can remember. They have evolved over the years, from public sex at gloryholes (okay maybe that’s not dark) to more open public sex at parks, rough sex, rape and more. Recently, I’ve been reading Chem Sex stories and the thought of drugs, both consensual and forced, has intertwined into my fantasies. The problem is, they have always remained that, fantasy. I’ve been to scared to even verbalize them, let alone follow through on them, or even write/chat about online. Until now that is. A few weeks ago, I created a profile on NKP and thought that this would be a way to put my fantasies out and not be worried about them getting out of my control. I loved reading some of the more hardcore profiles and was sort of envious of the guys who could express, and possibly act on these impulses. I put in my profile that I was new to all this and had dark fantasies and put Ask Me for the drug use area. I put a couple of pics, one body, one ass, in the profile. Unsurprisingly, I received responses fairly quickly and got hard reading responses and looking at the profiles. One response stood out as it was not overly explicit, but more supportive and encouraging exploration. His picture was also nice, a good body and a pretty nice appearing fat cock. I responded back to him and said I’d love to chat more. We emailed back and forth, with me not realizing at first, as he moved me to talk more and more about what my fantasies encompassed. He never once made me feel ashamed or dirty about what I was writing, and also never pushed for us to hook up. However, I realize now, he was making me give up my control to him and was wearing me down for his chance to corrupt me. After several weeks, he began exploiting my fantasies and talking about moving them from make believe to real. We talked about my work and week schedule, what I would be doing and wear I would be. I told him that I had an appointment at the DMV to get a new driver’s license one morning before work. He started a chat about meeting me there and fucking me in the bathroom. I said, “Fuck that’d be hot, but not something I’m ready for.” He understood, saying, “Fantasy is great.” I didn’t hear from him for a couple days, until the night before my DMV appointment. We did some more hot chatting, him encouraging me to pump a load out while we did this and then to push it into my hole. I was so fucking turned on by this that I did it and when I told him I did, he responded, “that’s not the last load of cum going up your ass, boy.” I got up the next day, drove to the DMV and waited to be called up. I looked around the room, passing the time, and saw this hot guy sitting in front and to my right. He was wearing a t-shirt, ballcap and sweat pants that were a little tighter than most guys wear. I had to quickly turn away when he turned his head to the left. A couple of minutes later, he got up and walked across the room to a table. I watched every step, seeing a bulge in his crotch and the sweats tight on his ass. At the table, he stretched and his shirt pulled up, showing a line of hair that disappeared into his pants. He reached up his shirt, causing his stomach and more hair to show. He caught me staring, smirked at me and mouthed the word, “Faggot” at me. I don’t think I’ve ever been more humiliated, or turned on, then I was in that moment. My dick was hurting as I watched him walk back to his chair. When my number was called, I walked up to the counter, passing him, and heard him whisper, “Fag boy” and then chuckle. I tried keeping my attention on the clerk helping me but it was hard to focus. A couple of minutes later, I felt my chair get bumped, harder then if by accident, and looked up to see him walking past me to the other window. As he began talking to his clerk, I continued struggling with my own clerk. I listened to him talking about seeing his kid for his birthday later today and how he doesn’t get to see her much because of the kid’s mother. I got up to take my picture when I noticed a piece of paper next to my chair. When I got back to the chair, I reached down and picked it up, thinking maybe I had dropped. As I was leaning back up after picking the paper up, I saw him again looking and smirking. I unfolded the paper and was turned on by what I read. It simply said, “Bathroom faggot.” I looked back, but he was talking with his clerk, appearing to have disregarded me. After I paid for my license, I got up to leave and walked out of the room, trying to ignore the note. As I was walking out, I saw the restroom sign, with an arrow pointing down a hallway. I paused, willing myself to turn and walk out the building. The longer I stood there, the harder it was to choose to walk out the building. I felt my feet moving of their own accord as they turned me left and began walking down the hall toward the bathroom. I tried telling them to stop, but it did not work. I walked down the hall about 20 feet and entered the men’s room before I knew what was happening. I walked to the last stall, and entered. Not knowing why I did it, I turned to the stall door and dropped down on my knees. Some other part of my brain, the one that contained all the fantasies had seemingly taken control. Kneeling on the floor, I put my hands behind my back and leaned my head down to the floor. A few minutes later, I heard the door open and footsteps approaching the stall where I was kneeling. I heard a deep voice say, “That’s what I knew a faggot like you would do.” I lifted my eyes up and as my head began to lift, he told me to just look forward at his cock. I stopped at his dick, which was sticking out of his pants. It looked to be about 7” long hard, and about the size of a Red Bull around. He simply said, “Suck it faggot, that’s all your good for.” It turned me on hearing him insult and debase me and I leaned forward, opening my mouth and, for the first time, I gave into my fantasy of sex in a public bathroom. After having his cock head in my mouth for a few seconds, he grabbed the back of my head and yanked it toward his crotch, saying, “Hurry up faggot, I’m not here for a head job.” I felt him push at my throat and immediately started to choke. I also heard somewhere in my head, my voice yelling at me to stop this and get out of there. That voice was drowned out by the pain of him continuing to force himself into my throat as he forced my lips to his pubes and crotch. He laughed at the pain I was going through, the choking and the tears it was causing. “That’s where faggots like you belong, on your knees gagging on my straight cock.” He pulled out before slamming back in, pushing into my throat and repeating this several times. “Fuck yeah faggot, you’re starting to get better.” As the throat rape continued, I felt my throat loosen and the gag reflex subsiding. After a couple of minutes of this, with his cock jammed all the way in, he told me, “Stand the fuck up and lose the fucking pants.” I tried shaking my head to tell him “No” but his response cut directly through me, “Do it, or you’re going to regret it. Badly.” I tried pulling off his cock in order to stand up and he immediately grabbed the back of my head again, shoving it back down on his cock and said, “I told you to stand up, not get off my cock. Now get the fuck up before I have to hurt you.” Using my hands and feet for leverage, I was able to stand up without dislodging his cock. I reached down and was somehow successful in unbuckling my belt and unbuttoning my pants. “C’mon faggot,” he ordered as he grabbed my pants and began yanking them downward. I was able to get them down to my ankles and eventually kick them off. I felt his hand reach over to my ass and the sound of the slap and the pain from him slapping my ass were a shock I was not expecting and I seemed to take even more of his dick in. I felt him reach back with his left hand and pull my ass cheeks apart. I heard him spit and his right returned to my ass, rubbing the spit directly on my hole. Then, without any warning, I felt my hole get ripped open by one of his fingers as he jammed it in. I grunted in pain as I had not had anything up my ass in months (damn COVID). He fucked me with one finger, and then jammed in a second one. Without lube and having been so tight, my hole was in serious pain. After fucking me with two fingers for a minute or so, he ripped them out, putting an angle on them to pull my hole open upwards as he exited. The order was direct, “Turn around faggot and spread that ass for me.” For a second, I did not know what to do and he smacked me hard on the side of my head, “Now faggot.” I pulled off his cock, almost immediately missing the feeling in my stretched out throat. I turned around, bent over and spread my ass cheeks. “Nice fag pussy. But it’s going to be even nicer when I’m done with you.” I heard him hocking his throat and then spitting directly onto my hole. I then felt his fingers jam back in and a second later, I felt a burn beginning in my ass. I immediately knew, from reading all the chem sex stories. He had just shoved a shard of meth up my ass. I immediately said, “No, please take it out.” He laughed and said, “Too late for that,” and as he said that, the first wave of meth hit my brain and I began to feel the impact. My hole began to open up and the craving for more in my ass began. I pushed back on his fingers, reaching the base of them. He laughed, “There it is. The faggot is awake.” He yanked his fingers out and said, “I think you need a little more help.” This time I felt three fingers jam in and a new, and more intense burning begin. I immediately groaned, in pleasure and pain from the burn, but again shoved my ass down to the base of his fingers. Before I could stop myself, I begged him, “Fuck me, please. Shove your dick in me. Please, I need you to fuck…rape my faggot pussy hard.” I heard that laugh again as he yanked his fingers out again. I felt a cool liquid drop on my hole and pushed back to try and get to his cock. He put his hand on my back and stopped me, saying, “You should be more careful what you ask for.” I felt his cock head on my hole and before I could even think about being ready, he slammed through my hole and ran all the way in, balls deep, on the first thrust. The pain was immense and I screamed out in response. However, the darkness again took over as I groaned, “Oh god, yes, fuck me, rape me.” He pulled all the way out and then slammed back in, doing this over and over again until he told me, “Your pussy is wide open, begging me for my dick.” He slammed back in and I grunted in pleasure as he then proceeded to give what I begged for, a brutal rape fuck slamming into me over and over again, not caring what he was doing to me. I felt myself slamming back on him as he slammed into me, feeling him hit my prostate every time. This fuck did not last long and he warned me, “I’m gonna cum faggot, I’m gonna shoot my dirty load in you.” I barely made out the word “Dirty” but didn’t care. I begged, “Please, shoot your load in me, knock my cunt up, give it to me.” After several more hard and deep thrusts, he slammed in one last time as he said, “Here it is faggot,” as I felt him start to spasm as he pumped his load deep in my ass. I kept begging him, “Give it to me. Load me up.” After several spasms, he grunted as he finished, “Fucking faggot, that’s a big strong load of cum up your ass. Thank me for letting you have it.” “Thank you for giving me your load Sir, I needed it.” He slowly pulled out, telling me to squeeze my cunt so I didn’t drop any of his cum. I did the best I could, but could feel some cum slide out. I heard rustling and he handed me my phone, showing a picture of my stretched open hole with cum dripping out. I could only respond, “Oh fuck,” as he said, “You’ll probably enjoy the video too.” I scrolled back and started the video, which began with a very visible shot of the shard he shoved in me. “I used my phone and shared the video with yours. You’re going to enjoy the responses that this video gets.” I tried to fight my brain back into control, but the meth was too much in control. I begged him to fuck me more, but he laughed and said, “I will but not now. I think the next guy can help you out.” I heard, as if on cue, the bathroom door open and footsteps approach. A part of me fought to stand back up and try to prevent being seen. However, the voice inside my head, and the order I was given, “Don’t you fucking move,” kept me under control. I heard a new voice say, “There’s the faggot I knew you were.” This didn’t make any sense at first until the first guy said, “Thanks for letting me break him open. He’s a good little fag fuck. Especially with the two shards I gave him.” The second guy laughed and said, “He’s been fucking waiting for this day. I’ve spent too much time breaking his mind down. Now it’s time to break that ass open, more than he’s begged for. SO MUCH MORE.” To be continued, if you want