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Hi, I have a gang bang, cum dump on BBRT, 10 guys coming this Friday 7/22 BUT supposedly Dunes Motel is booked, so what is the next best place in hollywood to hold a good gang bang where TOPS can feel comfortable going? away from front office etc. thank you.
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Stepping off the bus at Port Authority at one in the morning, the scared young runaway never felt so alone in his young life. It was the first time away from home. The city garishly lit up looked so different than the green quiet suburbs left behind. Needing a place to crash, nervously he calls Marc's friend Big John but there is no answer. Within minutes the gritty reality of city life envelopes. Walking down 42nd Street, the dealers and the whores approach but he has neither the interest nor the money to buy anything they are selling. Feeling so afraid and unsure, golly would he love to take the next bus back home but he can't. Gosh, what a nightmare. He did not look like the type of kid you would expect to see walking the city's streets. Pretty, almost too pretty, with brownish hair parted in the center, and small at 5 feet tall and only a hundred pounds. Finding an Sbarro's Italian restaurant, Curt orders a slice and a Mountain Dew. Paying for the food, his wallet is left absent mindly left on the tray. Needing privacy he heads toward the back. After finding a suitable table he sits and munches on the slice. Curt feels the piercing stare from an old creepy geezer sitting just a couple tables away. Suddenly Curt realizes the guy is playing with himself. Grossed out Curt grabs his bags and moves to another section, foolishly leaving his wallet behind. By the time he realizes it is too late, two Spanish kids snatch the wallet and run out into the night. He is pissed off. Inside his wallet was Big John's phone number. Now he will never be able to contact him. With no money and no place to sleep the fuming boy, grabs his bag and walks into the night leaving the slice behind. With each step up and down Broadway, 7th and 8th Avenue, 42nd and 43rd Streets, the boy puts even more miles between him and that comfortable home he left behind. Young, the boy must fend for himself. His roots are burned completely behind him. More whores and dealers approach him. Occasionally a pimp tries to entice him. And dirty old men keep trying to talk to him. It angers him that everybody is approaching him while he wants to be left alone. Tired he needs a place to shower and sleep, a place to think over his next move. Outside a dive bar, an older smiling Pakistani male says hello. Curt worn out from walking, figures that maybe this man can help him. They talk for a few minutes. The man asks, "Why are out alone on the streets. It is very dangerous for a very pretty boy like you." Curt admits, "I am a runaway, my stepfather was abusing me so I came up to NYC to find a friend of a friend. Hey man, can you help me out a little. I haven't had anything to eat all day except part of a slice of pizza." "I am so sorry I am flat broke but I have a friend who pays good money for good-looking models like you." Knowing already the answer Curt still asks, "What kind of modeling?" "Nude of course, but there will be no kinky stuff. All you have to do is masturbate as you are photographed." Curt reluctantly agrees, even though he already posed nude for Marc he hates the idea of being photographed naked. With no other options he agrees and walks several blocks with the man to a spice store. Once inside they walk to a back room where two other Pakistanis greet him. After some swift negotiating they strike an agreement. Curt will get sixty dollars for letting them take pictures of him masturbating. The three men take Curt to a dreary wood panel room, telling him to strip. As he does, the cameras start photographing. He is then told to lie on his back on a long wooden table and start jerking off. As he starts stroking, he hears the sound of the men dropping their pants. Alarmed he tells the guys that he hadn't agreed to have any sex with them. They assure him that they don't plan to but they were going to masturbate as they watch and photograph. Relieved, Curt as he strokes his dick, closes his eyes and thinks of loving Marc. In a few minutes he shoots a decent load on his tummy. As he finishes cumming, someone shoots their load over his mouth, nose and eyes. Jolted Curt tries to sit up, but the men hold him down and make him watch as they masturbate. Finally the second man's cock pops a load all over Curt's chest. Rubbing the cum into the boy's body the third man also shoots his load on Curt's face. Still they won't let him up until the first man gets off a second shot With their cameras flashing, the man again shoots, this time landing on Curt's legs and feet. Finally let go, one of them hands Curt a wet towel to wipe their spooge off. After rubbing as hard as he can to get the vile crap off, Curt dresses. Ready to go, he asks for his pay. One of them hand him a ten-dollar bill and orders him out. Curt angrily demands the remaining fifty. the first guy pulls out a gun and says, "Go now." Feeling he was used and betrayed he quietly leaves, holding back his frustration. Now back on the street he walks for a while, finally stopping at a subway shop for a desperately needed meal. With no other apparent options, nervously the boy ventures down an alleyway looking for a suitable cardboard box for catching a few Zs. After selecting one, he huddles inside a cardboard box for some well-deserved sleep using his bag as a pillow. About an hour later a commotion awakens him. Peering out of the box, he sees a well-dressed businessman surrounded by a gang of Puerto Rican thugs. The man is drunk and refuses to turn over his wallet. Angrily he pushes one of the thugs asides and tries to escape. Curt screams as the knife stabs the man. As the man falls mortally wounded, the thugs realize Curt is a witness and run towards him. Seeing the danger, he quickly runs out of the alley. Luckily the boy's scream brings an inquisitive squad car down the alley. The thugs take off in the other direction. As the screaming flashing lights pour into the alley, Curt quickly blends into the night. He decides not to go back for his bag, knowing if he did the cops will question him and then place him in a detention center. Fearing that the thugs are probably still looking for him, he decides to accept whatever is the next opportunity. He can't be caught by the cops and certainly not by the thugs. By now his wandering brings him to the water fountains in front of Rockefeller Center. The boy sits down on the cool marble wall; while an occasional wind drifted mist of water gently plays with him. Finally the horror of it overtakes him. He begins to cry. Why did his stepfather have to catch him making out with Marc? Why did they have to steal his wallet? Why did he have to leave his bag and why did he have to witness a murder? How is he ever going to hide from those thugs? He barely feels the presence of another person sitting nest to him. Finally a gentle voice says, "Hi, you will be all right. Things will work out. Please stop crying." Through his teary eyes, he looks and sees a handsome blonde haired boy no more than a few years older. Curt says, "Man, you don't know half the shit I am in. I am really fucked." The blonde introduces himself "I am Jon, I ran away too. It seems real scary at first and everybody rips you off but eventually you get on top. So why did you leave at home. You don't look like a druggie." "Hi, I am Curt. No, I am not a druggie. I never did anything more than a little weed. I just got in a fight with my step dad and he was going to send me a military school. I bolted instead." "That happened to me too. My step-dad found out I was queer and I fled into the night. Now I am a rent boy, serving fat ugly Johns who luckily pay me lots of money for the chance to suck or fuck me. So are you gay too? Curt admits he is queer. For the next hour the two boys talk about everything. Curt reveals his life in depth even talking about Marc. Finally Jon asks Curt if he wants to crash at a safe place. He promises no sex, just sleep. A weary Curt readily agrees. Lost in the big Apple, Curt has no idea where they are headed. But when they walk down cobbled streets and deserted piers and warehouses, he feels uncomfortable. At a small building, almost crunched in between two larger ones, they pause at a faded blue door. A series of sequenced knocks opens the door. Greeting them is Luther, an aged hippie biker, in leather chaps and smoking a cigar. He signals for Curt to come on in. As the biker bolts the door behind, Curt realizes Jon never entered. Knowing he was just betrayed, Curt tries to push his way out but the beefy biker grabs him in a bear hug, carrying the screaming boy down a flight of steps then throws him into a room. "Hey kid, calm down, nobody ain't gonna hurt you - yet. Trust me." He laughs. The biker slams the black steel door locking Curt in. Looking around, poor Curt is horrified. The windowless basement room is filthy. The floor's black and white tiles are littered with old newspapers, McDonald cups and boxes. The only furniture is a steel framed bed, with a yellowed mattress. Off to the side is a cubbyhole of a bathroom, the stench of old piss and vomit is over powering. Only the toilet works. Then the light is turned off, with the room black Curt sobs himself to sleep. Countless hours later he is woken by a group of three men. Two are muscular white guys in their late twenties, one is bald, and the other wears his blonde hair real short. The third is a black male in his late thirties looks a weight lifter. The guys are dressed real kinky in leathers pants and chest harnesses. Their outfits are adorned with chains. "Hey kid, come with us." The bald guy demands. Curt, barely awake screams, "Fuck no. Now let me out of here." His insolence earns him three powerful slaps right across the face by the bald guy. The black guy yanks him up by the arm and leads him out of the room. The two other guys walk behind as if they were guards. Up two flights of steps, as they pause outside a thick white wooden door, Curt is just moments from Hell. The black guy shouts "Are you guys ready for us?" "In about two minutes, we will let you know when it is all set up. You might as well put your masks on." Curt can't make sense out of what is about to happen. He can't understand why they are wearing masks. Panicking, he fears he is about to be murdered. Sobbing he begs the guys to let him go, to let him live. They say nothing because they want the boy scared as all can be. Terror sells. Frightened Curt promises me to do anything they want if only they let him escape. Instead the door is suddenly opened and they are bathed in an intense stream of light from several photographers' lamps. Curt looks into the room. It appears to be some sort of theater designed for a ritual or sacrifice. In the center of the room is a wooden platform topped with a blue foam gym mat. A series of rings are bolted to the two sides. Lying on the floor to one side of the platform is ropes, whips, various dildoes and leather stuff unfamiliar to Curt. On the other side of the platform he sees a nude boy and girl, gagged and bound at their hands and feet. Dried blood appears caked around their genitals. Their bodies are littered with harsh red marks as if they had been whipped. Both kids are crying. The back of the room is sloped towards the platform. It is set up much like a movie theater, complete with cushioned seats. Sitting in these seats is a cheering group of hundred or so older guys wearing tuxedos. Bolted on the ceilings he spots three remote control cameras, the cameraman is sitting at the monitors off to the side. As the guys push him in, he fights back, swinging arms and flailing legs. But the strength of the men is too much and the struggling boy is quickly pushed to the center of the room. For the next ten minutes the guys delight in a game of catch the boy, tossing him from one man to the next. And in the process each winner gets to pull a garment off. Horrified and hurting, Curt is embarrassed being striped in front of an audience. He tries to cover his genitals from the cameras' lecherous eyes. Then the guys drag him onto the platform, throwing him on his belly. The muscular black sits on the boy's back, while the others tie him to the rings. They grab Curt's left foot, then the right foot and tie them down. Curt flails his arms so wildly and they aren't able to catch them. Pissed the black guys punches Curt in the small of his back. For minutes the pain is so intense, Curt can't move or say anything. The cameras tape Curt's torment and shrieks. With the boy quieting down, the men strip off some of their leather gear and grab some whips. Absorbed in his pain and humiliation Curt does not notice that the men are now standing behind him. Suddenly he hears the whoosh sound as the whip cruelly lands on his ass. Then again and again it strikes. Some strike his legs, arms and back. The crowd goes electric. Curt struggles and screams from the intense agony. Eventually they let the crying boy calm down. Then the black biker strips off his remaining gear, exposing his rock hard cock, far larger than anything Curt has ever seen in the showers at school. Ordering the boy to suck and not bite, he forces his cock in Curt's mouth. Fearing more whippings, Curt tries his hardest to accommodate but the dick is too large. Frustrated the black guy pulls his dick out and masturbates onto the boy's face, shooting juices over the kid's eyes, hair, and lips. The crowd cheers. Next, the blonde biker shoves his dick in Curt's mouth. It is smaller and a frightened Curt sucks it like a newborn with a tit. Quickly the biker screams "I am cumming" and then a load of cum fills his throat. As Curt tries to spit the juices out of his mouth, the crowd laughs. The third biker, from the rear spreads the boy's cheeks his cheeks and fingers his nether region, Curt realizes he is about to be fucked like a whore bitch. With each finger going in and out of his tight butt, Curt begs him to stop. The man laughs and continues to jab. He announces to the crowd that the boy is too tight and he must use a tiny dab of Vaseline. They groan. Curt braces himself for what he knows is going to be hellish. He ignores the man's suggestion to relax. Instead he angrily clenches his cheeks together as the man lies on top of him. He feels the guy's cockhead trying to enter his hole but he resists with all his might. Without warning, with lit cigars the two other guys burn the soles of his feet. That moment's distraction is enough so Curt involuntarily loosens up and the biker's cockhead is just able to slip in a little bit. Time and time again the men singe his soles, making Curt loosen up allowing the intruding cockhead to slowly slide into his rectum. Curt is shaken from the pain and humiliation. His ass is on fire. It feels like it is about to burst. Vainly the boy tries to escape but he is too tightly bounded to the rings. Finally the man announces he is all the way in. The crowd wonders was the boy a virgin. Proudly the man withdraws his cock, claiming the blood covering it is proof. Thinking the guy is done, Curt is relieved to have the cock out. But the man lies on top of him again. And ignores the terrified boy's resistance as he again enters the tight rectum. As the man pushes all the way in, the boy fears he is going to be crushed. With his dick firmly impaled deep inside the boy, the man's tongue ravishes the innocent boy's face, neck and armpits. For at least twenty minutes the man roughly fucks the boy to an almost climax then he pauses and begins to roughly fuck him again. His fingers explore the crying boy everywhere. Through this degradation Curt realizes tonight to this crowd he is nothing anymore but a fuckhole, nothing more than a cum rag. The crowd is going wild. This fuck spectacle is fantastic. To them, Curt's humiliation was so excitedly beautiful. The look on his face, moaning and tears pouring as the man rode him was well worth the fee. Somebody started passing around jars. Many of the men excited by this spectacle fill it a bit with their precious male juices. Finally the fuck sensations overtake and the man shoots a giant load all the way up Curt's butt. As he screamed out, the crowd went nuts. Curt is terrified from the feeling of the throbbing prick filling his ass. Finally the man withdraws from the cum drenched hole. Hoping that his agony is over Curt wants to be released from his bounds. Instead the black man lies on top of him and starts to fuck him. Curt's hole resists even blocks harder for this man's battering ram. It takes another series of cigar singes to get Curt to loosen up. Finally in, the man cries out "I am all the way in! Oh baby this bitch feels so good." Then the man humps the boy for fifteen minutes. By now Curt is reduced to tears as the man aggressively humps the boy. Finally the man climaxes a wild load. Curt again feels the spooge soaking all over his insides. To the cheering crowd the man invites the audience to inspect the boy's battered hole. After the crowd examines him, the blonde biker lies next to the boy. Lovingly the man explores the boy's body, his tongue gently bathing the boy. His fingers snake under the boy and massage his dick. A few strokes and Curt can't control himself. He screams as his cock flushes clean the boy semen from inside his balls. The man whispers in his ears, "You are so beautiful, I fucking love torturing you." Next the man's dives his face and tongue into the boy's. Kissing like French lovers, strangely the boy starts to enjoy this man. As they kiss, the man snakes his arms to the boy's ass and dick. With one hand, slowly his fingers play with the boy's ravaged hole. With the other hand he brings the kid's cock to life again. With another few stroke the boy cums again. Then the man slowly mounts Curt. Gently he enters and slowly his cock slips down. With a gentle steady pace, the man rides the boy. Curt shudders as this man screws him. With a scream the man shoots his load deep within. For a few more minutes he embraces and tongues the boy. Satisfied that he has broken the boy's spirit he slides off to the cheering crowd. Relieved, the boy is untied. So broken is he, when handed the jarful of cum, he opens his mouth wide as the MC pours in a mouthful and swallows it as told. Curt now lives to be shamed. The blonde biker whispers, "You did well, you did exactly as they want, you won't be whipped anymore tonight I promise you. In an hour or so you can return to your room. They just want to look at you and play at little more. Just keep calm, the worse is over." Startled, Curt asks, "Will they murder me, please I don't want to die." "No, you are safe, I will protect you." Curt is ordered to lie on his back, and then the other tormented boy is also forced to lie on his back next to Curt. Then the girl is forced to lie on the other side of Curt. The arms of all three kids are bound to rings. One of the tuxedoed men dons a gold mask and speaks into the microphone. "For our closed circuit viewers, in a few minutes the festivities will be ending. We hoped you enjoyed tonight's triple feature including the deflowering of two boys. And most of you saw pretty Carla's deflowering last night. We ask you back tomorrow night to watch another night of The Fort's Theater Productions. On this star-studded weekend, we promise another triple feature show with at least one fresh young virgin deflowered. I promise you tomorrow's will be a dog of a show." Hearing those words, the crowd breaks out in a knowing laughter. As the photographer's lights shut down, the crowd gets up from their seats and the masks are all shucked. Like in a Fellini movie, four young teen boys nude except for studded leather dog collars roll in carts full of buffet food and champagne bottles. For the next hour or so, Curt and the two other remain bound to the platform as nothing more than a centerpiece for this party celebrating their rapes. Countless hands and fingers explore the kid's bodies. Too often a guest whips out his tool and shoots a load onto the kid's face or bodies. The three kids are a mess, covered with countless shots of jism from the hundred guests. Eventually the party breaks up, and Curt is brought back to his room. Humiliated, degraded and angry Curt screams his frustrations. Covered in his ravisher's dry cum he falls to sleep. He is nothing more than a cum rag that cries. During the night, he dreams of the blonde biker who said I love you and then disappeared. And twice his lust betrays himself in the form of wet dreams. He won't admit it but he rather liked his abuse. Curt now locked in that darkened room slept for many hours, trying to heal his body agonized from the torture and abuse. In his dreams, he is again with Marc, tenderly making love. They left him on dirty mattress wearing just tattered underwear. His sticky body stinks of stale cum and piss. Only a greasy pillow and a thick itchy blanket offer comfort. The concrete walls and floor make the room a prison of solitary confinement, a dungeon. After many hours, he finally awakens, and then tries to move but the pain is too formidable. There is too much body hurt from the whips, the burns and the repeated rapes. From lying still so long, his muscles stiffened, making it harder to move without torment. But eventually he must urinate. Slowly he slides to the mattress's edge and pisses at the floor. He wishes he had the strength to wash off all the dried spooge and piss. Worn out from the exertion, he continues to drift in and out of sleep. Eventually Curt can no longer sleep. His body feels better as if someone rubbed a healing salve over the wounds. And in the air is a hint of a medicine. Curious Curt wonders who tended him. Perhaps it could have been Jon or the blonde biker? Perplexed but grateful, he struggles to sit up. At first he can't find the coordination. His muscles ache from inactivity. Over the next hours he pulls himself upright, wincing at the pain from lying still for days. It is time to face facts. If escape were possible from this hellhole, where could he run? Since his wallet is lost, there is no way he can find Marc's friend. Going back home is not an option, not with his step dad planning to send him to a military camp "to cure those fag feelings." Nor are the streets of New York City an option. Either those thugs would find him or he would end up in the clutches of some other perverts. He already knows he is easy prey for pimps. He contemplates the words of the mysterious blonde biker: "You did well, you did exactly as they want, and you won't be whipped anymore tonight I promise. You are safe, I will protect you." But was the protection just for the night or from all future harm? Tears rolls as the boy, hungry, thirsty and frightened he tries to survive in that darkened cell. Copyright 2002 by Kevin17.
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Was in DC this weekend and went out with friends to Secrets then Crew Club after. Was my second time at Crew, the one time I was too scared to do anything. Well got a room and my friend bred me and went wild from there on. I got fucked in the sauna by a guy with a huge 11+ cock who bred me, as well as took a few loads in the slings. I left with 9 loads in my hole leaking out. Got back to my hotel room and had a guy over who fisted and bred me again. Then I chatted on grindr and found three bottoms who I bred. Loved every minute of it.
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I'm 31 but look about 25, I am 5'11", athletic build with dark blond/light brown hair. I am pretty much smooth all over, except my legs which are pretty hairy. I have an amazing arse and make an excellent bottom boy. I've been barebacking since my teens. I hope you enjoy the story. It was Thursday evening at last and the start of my long weekend off work. I’d had to work the previous four weekends but now it was my time to relax. I drove home, it was a beautiful hot summer evening and the weather forecast was promising non-stop sunshine. I got out of my uniform as soon as I walked in through the front door and headed for a shower. As I dried myself off I texted my dealer asking if he was around this evening and if he could sort me out with some gear. He was free around 20:30 and the price was good– it was a big order so I got bulk discount. I dried myself off, making sure that I was completely smooth all over, threw on a pair of loose shorts and a t-shirt before heading to my dealer’s place. I knocked on the door and one of his regulars answered the door, I gave him a hug and walked in, kicking my flip-flops off in the hallway. There were three other regulars there, all sitting around drinking cans of coke and enjoying a spliff. Kirk, my dealer, was sat in an armchair at the end of the room weighing out small bags of gear and decanting GHB into smaller bottles. Kirk is black, in his early 40s, poz and is rumoured to have a massive cock with a metal ring through the end of it. I have no idea how true this is, he’s just my mate and my dealer. He looked up, saw me and smiled. I walked over to him and gave him a big hug; his muscled arms wrapped around me and gave me a squeeze. He gestured for me to sit down and told me that he was just measuring out the last of the gear for me. I put the cash on the table in front of him, he didn’t have to count it; he knew that I was good for the £250. We made small talk and I told him about my plan to get completely fucked up over the weekend. He smiled and laughed and said he wished he was young enough to join in. He passed my the bags of mcat and crystal meth, a bottle of GHB and a bottle of poppers, and a pack of ten Viagra to keep the party going. I thanked him, waved goodbye to his regulars and headed out the door. Back in the car I checked the gear that he’d given me and saw an extra bag of gear with a winky smiley drawn on in black marker. I didn’t know what it contained but if it was from Kirk, I knew it would be good. I drove home, stripped off, did a couple of small lines to get me started and opened Grindr. I had 10 old messages saying “hey” or “hi”, but nothing worth reading so I deleted them and changed my profile name to “HnH raw bttm”. I scanned the profiles and it was mostly the same pics that were always there, but a new one caught my eye: Joey, 24, white, hung top, 4 miles away. I messaged him with a pic of my arse and body and asked if he was free tonight. To my surprise he messaged back straight away with a pic of his beautiful cock with a big head and a drop of precum oozing out the end. He said he was visiting from Brighton but his mates had let him down at the last minute so he was looking for somewhere to crash tonight. I said he could stay at mine if he was cool with chems and bareback. He replied with a load of winky smileys and asked for more pics. We sent a few more back and to and he was gorgeous so I sent him my address. He told me that he wanted me blindfolded on all fours on my bed wearing a jockstrap with a buttplug in. I told him that I only had big buttplugs and he replied, “the bigger the better”. I agreed and said that I’d be ready and waiting for him. I prepared some bombs of mcat and crystal meth in Rizzla papers, made up a couple of drinks with GHB in and popped a Viagra. The fresh bottle of poppers were on the bedside table and were so strong that I almost got high from just taking the lid off. Joey was about 5 minutes away so I lubed up the buttplug, took some mcat and GHB, three deep hits of poppers and squatted over it. I felt it cold against my hole and pushed down on to it, feeling it opening my hole and stretching me, then it popped in and I felt a rush flow up through my body. I had a line of crystal meth, put on my jockstrap and blindfold and waited. After a couple of minutes I heard someone open the front door and let themselves in, they came up the stairs and walked in through my bedroom door. Neither of us said a word. I listened to him get undressed and he headed over to the bed where I was waiting on all fours, my plugged ass in the air. I took a couple of hits of the poppers and waited, precum poured from my cock from the excitement. He was behind me, he leant over and gently kissed both of my ass cheeks and ran a finger around the base of the buttplug, stroking my ring. Then, without warning, he grabbed the plug firmly and pulled it straight out of me leaving my hole gaping wide open. I shouted “fuck” but he told me to shut up and take some more poppers whilst he rubbed some of the crystal meth around the inside of my gaping hole. It started to burn as the crystals rubbed my delicate insides, but then a feeling of warmth and extreme horniness spread through me and I was begging him to ruin my hole. He leant over me, the tip of his precum covered cock just teasing my arse and whispered in my ear “do you really want me to ruin your cunt forever?”. “Yes!” I replied, taking two more deep hits of poppers and sending myself higher than I had ever been before. “OK” he said and pushed all 9 inches of his cock into me in one go. It felt amazing but then he started to push his hand inside me too, finger after finger entered my hole beside his cock until his whole hand was inside me and he was fucking my stretched out hole, rubbing his precum all over my insides. He started fucking and fisting me at the same time, wave after wave of intense please pulsed through me as he got rougher and rougher. He whispered in my ear “Where do you want my load?”. “Inside me” I replied. “You are bleeding, are you sure?”, “Fuck yes” I said as I imagined his thick creamy load shooting deep into my guts. His pounding got quicker and then he stopped with his dick completely inside me and he started wanking himself off. He grunted and I felt his whole body spasm as he shot a weeks worth of cum into my ruined bleeding hole. He pulled his cock and fist out of me at the same time and immediately replaced them with the buttplug. “Stay there” he said, “I’ve got another present for you”. Long Weekend – Part 2 He got off the bed and went over to his pile of clothes where he messaged someone on his phone before coming back to the bed. He told me to turn over and sit up, which I did, and he gave me one of the premade bombs of mcat and crystal meth and I swallowed it with the drink laced with GHB. After he’d helped me with a glass of water to wash away the taste he told me that his friends hadn’t let him down but were actually in a van outside and he’d messaged them to come in. I asked how many and how old they were, he told me that there were three of them, two other young guys like him, 23 and 26, and their daddy, 48, who had the thickest cock he’s ever seen and had piercings along the whole length of it. By now the chems had really kicked in and I couldn’t think about anything other than getting my hole used and seeded. The idea of these four guys taking turns to breed me seemed like heaven so of course I agreed. He told me to take some more poppers to get me really flying and then they would start using my holes. After the second hit of poppers I heard them coming up the stairs, I was still blindfolded but I could hear three new voices. The older guy, who they all called Daddy, told them to unpack the equipment and set it up by the bed. I asked what equipment and they told me that it was a video camera and tripod and a few straps and sex toys. I could’ve tried to refuse but there were four of them and only one of me, and I was so high that I would agree to anything. Whilst the three lads set up the camera, Daddy stripped off and got on to the bed, pushing my on to my back and propping my plugged arse up on pillows to make it more accessible. He gently teased the buttplug and pulled it out of me slowly, allowing a stream of pink cum to run out of my gaping hole. Daddy scooped some of it up with his fingers and pushed it back into my hole, then used the rest to smear over his thick pierced cock. He slapped my exposed hole with the head of his rapidly hardening cock, causing the piercings down the length of his shaft to jangle against each other. He positioned the head of his cock against my hole, took a hit of poppers and then held the bottle under my nose for six long slow hits. My hole opened up and he started to push his thick pierced cock inside me. I had never been fucked my a pierced cock before and every piercing sent a new wave of slutty pleasure through my body as they forced their way in through my ring and rubbed against my prostate. It was definitely the thickest cock I had ever had and I felt so full. Daddy asked me if I liked his cock and all I could do was whimper in a mix of pleasure and pain. He slid in and out of me slowly, the metalwork in his cock rubbing my delicate insides, and his three sons were watching and wanking. Daddy pulled out and rubbed some more crystal meth around my gaping hole to make me hornier and sluttier and more relaxed. After the burn had subsided and he had pushed his cock back inside me I begged for more. He told his youngest son, Josh, to slide his cock into me at the same time. After a couple of changes of position, Josh’s 8 inch cock was hammering in and out of my hole whilst Daddy enjoyed the new tightness. I could tell that Daddy was getting close to cumming because his breathing was deeper and his groans were more frequent. He told Josh to pull out and to hold my cunt wide open with both hands and then he wanked himself off all over my hole before telling Josh to fist it into me. It burned as Josh fisted it deep into my guts and it felt like no cum I’d ever had before. I asked Daddy what had happened and he chuckled and said “Welcome to the family, you belong to me now, you’re carrying my strain”. He got off the bed and told Josh and Zack, the eldest, to finish me off. They got me on all fours and spitroasted me, taking turns to use my hole and my mouth, the taste of poz cum on their cocks. Joey, who had been quietly operating the video camera, came over to the bed and released my rock hard cock from my jockstrap and started to wank me, more and more precum oozed out of my cock as he played with my sensitive head. “I’m going to suck your last ever load of neg cum out of you” he said as he slid underneath me to suck me off and watch his brothers breed my hole. As Zack shot the last drop of cum into my hole and pushed the buttplug back to keep it all inside, I came into Joey’s mouth, the most powerful orgasm of my life. I collapsed onto the bed with a massive smile on my face and four poz loads in my sloppy greedy hole. Long Weekend – Part 3 I had lost all track of time and couldn’t even tell if it was day or night. I slipped the blindfold off and looked around my room. At first I wasn’t sure if I had imagined what had just happened but I could hear the guys downstairs and my arse was sore and plugged. I slipped the cum-drenched jockstrap off and put it in the laundry basket before putting a towel around my waist and heading for the shower. The hot water felt amazing against my skin and I gingerly squatted down and eased the plug out of my arse. A huge blob of thick pinky white cum fell out of me, followed by a stream of yet more cum. I touched my hole with my fingers and it wasn’t closing. I tried to clench but it just stayed open and gaping. I finished washing, towelled myself off and headed to the kitchen for a glass of water. The four guys were in the lounge watching porn on the TV. I downed my glass of water and sat down on the sofa between two of them. None of them were in their 20s or 30s, they were all older guys in their 40s and 50s who had duped me with false photos and I had been blindfolded. Each of them had a large toxic symbol tattooed above his cock and they smiled as I realised what had happened. Daddy, the oldest guy in his late 50s, explained that they had all been poz for at least twenty years and had never had any treatment so their viral loads were as high as possible. The told me that they enjoyed pozzing slutty young bottom boys like me and increasing the size of their poz family. Before I could reply, Daddy asked me what my deepest darkest fantasy was now that there were no repercussions. I sat quietly for a bit, thinking, and then said that it was being gang raped by hung black poz guys and being fisted between each cock until my rosebud hung out. All four guys smiled and nodded – they definitely approved and their cocks were hardening again. Daddy asked me if I knew of anyone could help so I nodded and went upstairs to get my phone. I texted my dealer Kirk and explained what had happened and asked if he’d be up for joining in, then I texted my mate Tim from back home and told him what had happened and asked if he was free to come down for the weekend. Tim and I had had a dirty weekend of breeding and fisting in a hotel a couple of years previously and it was his goal to give me a permanent rosebud. I waited for a reply then realised that it was Friday morning and they would probably still be asleep. To my surprise, Kirk replied first and said that he wasn’t free until the afternoon but he was definitely up for breeding my hole with his poz cum. Then he sent me a photo of his cock and the rumours were not wrong – it was huge with a big metal ring through the end of it. And above his cock, tattooed but slightly hidden by his pubes, was a toxic symbol. I replied with a message of my ruined hole and told him that I couldn’t wait for later. Tim replied about half an hour later and explained that he had work, but when I told him what our plan was and that he could actually live his fantasy and turn my rosebud inside out, he called into work saying he was ill and started the drive down to my place. By the time Tim and Kirk arrived the four guys had all dumped at least one more load in me and ravaged my hole with the selection of toys that they had brought with them. After the introductions, Daddy took me upstairs to my bedroom where my bed had been pushed to one side and a sex swing had been erected with plastic sheeting to protect the floor. One video camera had been attached to the top of the frame looking straight down at where my arse would be, and the other was on a tripod looking at my arse. Daddy helped me to prepare some drinks laced with GHB and large bombs of mcat, crystal meth, and the mysterious powder that Kirk had given me for free. I took two large bombs with a drink of GHB before getting into the sling and Daddy strapped my feet up before rubbing a generous dose of crystal meth inside my hole. He passed me a fresh bottle of extra strong poppers and asked me if I was ready. I nodded, took a couple of huffs of the poppers and relaxed back into the sling. I was absolutely flying by the time Kirk walked in through the door, his massive black cock pointing straight out in front of him. I looked at him and said “Breed me”. Without putting any lube or spit on his cock or my hole he just shoved the whole thing inside me and started fucking me mercilessly. I could feel the big metal ring rubbing against my prostate and up through my second ring. He looked deep into my eyes and said “Beg for it”. I took two more hits of poppers so that my hole was as open as it could be and started chanting “Breed me with your poz load” over and over again. His thrusts got deeper and I could feel his cock getting harder and thicker inside me. Then he exploded inside my hole and continued to fuck me hard, rubbing his toxic load into my guts. He slapped my face hard and shouted open your mouth before spitting on my face. I licked my lips and he did it again before pulling out and shouting for Tim to come upstairs. As Tim walked in, I was licking the mixture of blood, cum and ass juices off Kirk’s cock. Tim scooped up some of the cum that had dribbled onto the floor and used it to lube up his fists before ramming one inside me. He punch fucked me for a few minutes and then started pushing his second fist inside. Kirk held the bottle of poppers under my nose and made me take hit after hit. Soon both of Tim’s fists were punching in and out of me and my hole felt amazing. He pushed both fists in as deep as they would go and and then pulled them out quickly at the same time, causing some of my rosebud to come out of my hole completely. He stood there and stared at it. I was too loose and relaxed to suck it back inside myself, it just hung there, dripping with poz cum. He massaged my delicate insides with his hands and then started to fuck them with his precum covered cock. Waves of pleasure shot through my body as Tim added his load to my sloppy ruined cunt. He pulled out and walked around the sling so I could suck his cock clean. He looked into my eyes and said “I’m poz too, always have been” and winked. I looked up at him, his cock still in my mouth, and smiled. Long Weekend - Part 4 The guys unloaded their fucking machine from the back of the van and attached it to the frame of the sex swing, lining up the large ribbed dildo with my ruined hole. My arse was so full of cum that I didn’t need any lube, but they rubbed a generous portion of crystal meth over the end of the dildo to push it deep into my hole. They turned on the fucking machine and it slowly started to slide in and out of my cunt, I was in heaven. They turned up the speed until it was running at maximum and the dildo was just a blur as it pounded my hole relentlessly. They gave me another bomb of chems with some GHB and left me there with a bottle of poppers. They took my phone downstairs and logged into my Grindr account, updating the profile name to “No load refused” and started chatting to anyone who showed any interest. Within an hour they had 8 confirmed guys to come over and breed me, from 19 to 72 years of age. They came upstairs after an hour to find me in a world of euphoria, covered in my own cum and with a messy gaping cummy hole that offered no resistance to the relentless assault from the fuck machine. They switched it off and pulled it out of me before undoing my straps and helping me out of the swing and into the shower. They washed me and made me presentable for the queue of guys who were waiting to breed me. They had been told that there were no limits and no rules, except that their loads had to go up my ass. To avoid having lots of different cars arriving at the house and drawing unwanted attention, they decided to take me in the van to a local area of woodland that was well known for cruising. The 8 guys would meet us there and take turns breeding me. I put on a jockstrap, some loose shorts and a t-shirt and jumped into the back of the van, which had a mattress in. Joey drove with Josh and Zack beside him in the front. Daddy, Kirk and Tim got in the back with me and took turns fucking me as we drove to the woods. Once we were there, Kirk asked if I’d ever tried slamming before. I said that I hadn’t and that I wasn’t keen on trying. Kirk winked at Daddy and Tim and they pinned me down so that Kirk would inject me with a decent hit of crystal meth. I felt the sharp point of the needle and then they released the tourniquet, the rush engulfed my body and I coughed hard before falling back on to the mattress. I was in outer space and could think of nothing but filling my hole; it was so hungry; it needed to be filled. Daddy saw the hunger in my eyes and lay on his back and told me to sit on his thick pierced cock, then Kirk came up behind me and slid his monster black cock inside me at the same time. I was in heaven as they fucked me. There was a knock at the back door and Tim opened in cautiously. It was the 19-year-old, he was tall and muscular and was wearing a pair of tight gym shorts and a tank top. A large patch of precum was seeping across his shorts, that were tight against his big cock. Clearly turned on by the site of my hole being raped by these two older guys, he jumped into the back of the van and unleashed his veiny cock. Daddy and Kirk pulled out and put me on my back ready to receive this 19-year-old’s seed. His balls were the size of eggs and hung low in a perfectly smooth ballbag. He milked his cock and a glob of yellow green goo eased out of his piss slit. The other guys looked at him and said “no load refused” and pulled my legs back to expose my trashed hole. The 19-year-old rubbed the infectious puss over my hole and then slammed into me with all his weight. He reached over me and picked up a large dildo and told me to take some poppers. Tim held the poppers under my nose as the 19-year-old lad forced the dildo into my hole beside his cock, then he picked up another one and tried to do the same, but it was a bit too big. “Give him some more chems” he said as he fucked my hole with his dick and the dildo. Kirk pulled out the bag with the winky smiley on it and said “this is what he needs” before mixing some with GHB, mcat, crystal meth and Red Bull. I downed the mixture and Kirk gave me another slam. Five minutes later both dildos were firmly in my hole and the 19-year-old was close to cumming. Tim went behind the 19-year-old and without warning pushed his precum-covered dick up his tight hole. The 19-year-old screamed for Tim to stop but Daddy and Kirk pinned him down on top of me and spread his ass cheeks so Tim could fuck him easier. I held the poppers under the 19-year-old’s nose and he soon started enjoying the fuck and moaning. Then I felt his cock twitch and unload his dirty spunk deep into my hole. His hole tightened around Tim’s cock and Tim shot his poz load up the young lads hole. He thought the fucking was over but then the three blokes who had been in the front of the van came to take turns with their new fuck toy. After he’d taken loads from everyone, he was sent away to find more guys.
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Hey guys I booked a hotel room in Berlin Schoeneberg for Saturday 21st of May. Hoping to have a big night! My plan is a little get together of horny men between 6 and 8pm. I will be sucking, swallowing & taking loads. Have organized someone to take pictures and film it (no faces) so it will be steaming hot. If you are around or interested register on one or both of the websites below to get the hotel name and later room number. I might put up a party add on BBRT as well, but that will happen later. Barebacker.de (if not signed up use ttp://www.barebacker.net/invitation/priv/5203. The event is quite obvious. Gayromeo (or Planetromeo), I have set up a group called Berlin2105. Feel free to join and you will get all the necessary updates. Around 8, I'll be at Prinzenknecht to watch the football (darkroom during half time) and after I will be heading to the Lab for rubber night. Happy to form a group if interested.
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Would anyone have information about Tijuana, Sonoyta, and Nogales, Mexico and certain pleasures there for a submissive bottom who once slammed, has no limits.
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Hey guys Sub bottom here looking to get gang banged by at least 4 dom tops on Saturday June 10th. Looking for older hairy daddies that like to take turns breeding a nice ass. Also a guy who gets to the point and will give me a Slam. Send me a message if interested.
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Different tops have whored me out in motels, bath houses, and their apartments over the years. They post ads on cragslist, bbrt, and other places, or invite their friends. They all handle the gangbangs differently. Some take a lot of control over me and the men fucking me, some don't. What do you think makes a good gangbang host?
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The Thugs From the Library Return 2.0 – Parts 1-4 1. The Thugs From the Library Return – The Brother Joins In 2. Fucking at the Metro Station – Being Pimped Out 3. Party Moves to My Apartment - My First Fisting and Double Dicking 4. Dr Mike Makes a House Call – The Brother Comes Back Part 1 - The Thugs From the Library Return – The Brother Joins In The main library in downtown DC was a place that a lot of homeless guys hung out when the weather got colder. More importantly for Dr Mike’s purposes (see story – Dr Mike Biohazard or Healer?), it was a good place to get AIDs filled cum up my ass and down my throat. Also because many of the guys were homeless, not only was it dirty, sleazy sex, but a good chance of getting other STDs – new ones, or more infection of the ones I already had. Being an AIDs whore and biohazard for Dr Mike was almost a full time job between all the guys he had me service as part of my treatment program, and my Saturdays were often spent at the library with Carl, who was now lining guys up throughout the week to gang me on Saturdays in the basement. This was all great with me as I was constantly horny and so addicted to raw dick and cum now. Even more, I was addicted to pleasing Dr Mike and chasing the bug – any bug – that could be found swimming around in a hot load of cum. I met the two thugs who ‘ran’ the shady business in the library my first trip there and got their big raw dicks and loads (as told in the story Homeless Dick Gangbang in the Library 2.0). They were not homeless, but used the basement reading room as a base for their drug deals in that part of downtown, and assorted other criminal activity as I came to learn the more I hung out there. They looked rough – total street thugs with braids, Tommy Hilfiger coats, tats running up their necks, and both were well over 6”5, and heavy and thick, and young in their early 20s. I had seen them several times since that first Saturday, but they had just nodded, or smiled, and had not tried to fuck me again. I was disappointed as they had great dicks and I thought they were hot and sexy as hell even though they sort of frightened me at the same time and acted like fag-bashers, but Carl always did his best to steer me away from them as he was still pissed about them horning in that first day. The weather was still cool and while that Saturday had been pretty good at the library, and Sunday I took three loads at my apartment, Monday had been a total bust as Hank was supposed to come by my place after I got off work and give me his herpes dick. He didn’t show, so by Tuesday I was horny as hell and needed dick and cum up my ass, so I called into work, told them I was sick, and needed to go get checked – my sickness was a cum and dick craving and the library might be just the place to get it checked out. I got to the library right after they had opened and made my way to the basement. I thought it might be slow, but it was dead, even though it was cold out, no one was around. FUCK! I hit all the usual spots, looking for Carl, Matt the homeless vet who had raped me my first time there, anybody, but no one was around. I finally saw a guy, followed him to the stairwell where all the group action takes place, and while he fucked me, it was quick load and he had a small dick and my ass was hungry for more. I hung out in the stairwell a bit; smelling the mix of cigarette smoke and ashes, piss, cum, sweat, and years of filth. Made me even hornier – damn where was everyone? It was just past 11:00 a.m. and I decided to do one more round and if no luck, was horny enough to go hit the bookstores. As I came out through the main reading room, at their command post were the two thug guys and their crew – the runners who worked the corners dealing drugs. Damn! My cock got hard, my ass twitched, my mouth got dry. I waited until their crew split and there was just one guy left with them who did not appear to be leaving. The third guy was maybe a little younger, and smaller, shorter and skinnier, and he looked like a toddler next to the two thugs. I decided to play it cool, walked past them, said, “Hey guys,” and headed to the bathroom where they had fucked me the first time hoping they would follow. I got into the bathroom, and waited, and waited, and waited. I pulled out a small bottle of vodka from my backpack and took a few gulps to loosen me up just in case they showed. Nothing. Damn! So I walked back through the reading room and this time got a better look at the new guy. Yeah, younger for sure, he had tats like they did, and also one tear drop under his left eye. He had on a Redskins jersey and a close cropped haircut. Not really handsome – yet – but cute. Looked like he was trying to play rough and thug, where the two thugs definitely were! I waited in the stairwell and again, nothing. They did not seem to have followed me. Fuck this, time to go find some dick at the bookstore and as I opened the stairwell door to head back out, about 2 feet away was the thug who I never knew his name. He was ‘the mean thug’ I called him in my mind, had about 9-inches, thick, and Lionel, the other big one, was the one I liked more. I stood there with the door open, not sure what to do and was sort of surprised. The thug stepped up to me and said, “What you doing down here slut? This ain’t your day faggot? We down here doing business, gotta get that lunch crowd hooked up you know? So, now like I asked, what you doing down here?” As he was talking he had kept walking and I had backed into the stairwell. I mumbled something about seeing what’s going on and he snarled, “Faggot bitch.” It was then I noticed the new guy had followed us into the stairwell. Yeah, he was only about 5”7, maybe 150. Oh hell, this was not good. Not that I could have taken the mean thug, but two dudes beating me up was not something I was looking forward to. “Well faggot, what’s going on is you opening that mouth, giving me some head,” the mean thug said. I just stood there looking at him and the guy behind him. The thug turned, saw the little dude and said, “This my brother Brock, fucker should be in school, but he just turned 18, so now it’s time he joined the family business. Show him what you got kid.” Brock stepped forward, hiked up his Redskins jersey, undid his belt, let his pants drop, and was swinging a fat 10 inch dick. He may be little, but dude was packing! I knelt down, hefted his dick, opened my mouth and started to suck his dick. Brock started bucking his hips and trying to jack fuck my throat. I put my hands up to try to ease him off, but he just jabbed jabbed jabbed and I was no longer sucking as he just shoved his dick in and out of my mouth. The mean thug had lit up a smoke and was watching, but now threw his cigarette onto the floor, stamped it out, and said, “B – ease up – let the faggot do his work, if a faggot is good for anything it’s sucking dick – well OK – they got some good pussy too sometimes – he does anyways – now step off and let me show you.” Brock stepped away as the thug undid his pants, and fed me his dick. He let me work it good and I was rewarded with a hot load of cum. A nice load in my ass, one down my throat, the day may turn out OK after all. I did not know if the mean thug had a toxic load or not and right then just wanted more. Little did I know what was in store. I followed the thug and Brock back out to the reading room. When we got to the table the thug rubbed his crotch and laughed as he told Lionel, “Yo man, we told the faggot that there’s a working tax if he’s going to be turning his little pussy out down here didn’t we? What do you think? Time to make him pay up?” Lionel chimed in and said, “Yeah, told him it was going to cost him one way or the other.” Pay up? I just sucked him off, what else did they expect. Part 2- Fucking at the Metro Station – Being Pimped Out They all got their shit together, told me to come with them, and I followed them out of the library, down to 9th Street where we stopped in a liquor store and I paid for a big bottle of vodka and a bottle of Jamaican Rum, which they opened on the street and started taking turns drinking from. I opened my small vodka bottle and polished off what was left. We then walked a couple blocks and down into the Gallery Place Metro Station. I figured they wanted me to follow them to their place on the subway/Metro. “Give me a $20,” Lionel said. I pulled out my wallet, handed him a $20 and when we got by the fare card machines, the mean thug held me back while Lionel went up to the glassed in booth and spoke to the station manager. I could not hear what they said, but Lionel nodded at me and I saw him slip the manager the $20 and the manager then handed him some keys. Lionel came back, we walked towards the fare gates and just before we got to them – off to the right was an unmarked door. We stopped, Lionel looked to the station manager in the booth who held up two fingers, Lionel then took the keys, opened the door, and we went in. We were inside a dark hallway that was dusty, cold, and full of boxes, metal escalator treads, wet floor cones, a couple of buckets with mops, and other stuff. We walked down the hall, turned right into another hall, and at the second door down Lionel used another key and unlocked the door and we all stepped inside. This room had one fluorescent light hanging from the concrete ceiling, a bunch of boxes, piles of what looked like trash, and towards the back on the floor was a dirty mattress from a twin bed. The mattress was stained red and brown and there a couple folding chairs, a box with an ashtray full of cigarette butts, and a big role of paper towels like you would find in a bathroom. We must have been right beside the furnace room as the noise from the heating ducts and pipes was pretty loud. The mean thug spoke up once we were all in the room, “This is where we bring that pussy we’re running you know? Those bitches that make us cash – lots of traffic here from the Metro, in and out – we slip the guys who work here a little cash and give them some free and they are happy to let us in and cover for us. It’s the perfect place to find dudes needing a little strange.” He started undoing his pants as Lionel said, “Time to start paying off that working tax you owe us, so get those pants off, you’re our bitch today.” I was a little nervous about stripping there, but turned on too knowing that just a few feet away there were tons of people coming in and out of the subway station on their way to wherever. I set my backpack down, took a hit from the big bottle of vodka – then another bigger one – and took my pants off, grabbed the poppers and hit them too. When I did Brock lifted the back of my shirt and exposed my big biohazard tattoo. “What’s that?” Brock asked. The two thugs stepped over, pulled my shirt off me, turned me around and all three of them looked at my tat. “Umm, just something a friend of mine had me get a few weeks back, told him I wanted some more tats and thought this was sort of tribal and cool,” I said. I was nervous, not sure how honest to be, and they seemed to accept that as Lionel and the mean thug passed the rum back and forth, then Lionel said, “Bend over, stand on the mattress.” I did, and he then poured some of the rum onto my ass crack and worked it into my hole. The rum burned, sort of slicked up my hole but then made it sort of pucker up tighter. As he poured some more on Lionel handed the bottle to Brock who was now totally naked, and then Lionel bent over, spread my cheeks and began licking the rum out of my ass. He stepped back, the mean thug then stepped forward, pushed me down onto my hands and knees on the dirty mattress, sort of knelt behind me and pushed his dick into my ass. His 9-inch dick went deep, my ass was tense and it hurt from the rum although the poppers helped, but he did not let up. I looked to the side and saw Brock smoking and watching, stroking his dick, and Lionel was biting his lower lip and stroking his cock as he watched his buddy fuck me, his eyes were big and hungry as he watched my ass take dick. I was grunting every time the thug thrust down into my ass and I was soon rewarded with a second load from his dick. I still did not know their status, but was hoping their cum was full of AIDs, or some other nasty shit. My thoughts and fantasy went to some of the other things they could give, and it made my dick hard. Once he had finished breeding my ass, the mean thug then sat in a chair, and lit a smoke with Lionel, as Brock got behind me and using his brother’s hot cum for lube slammed up my wet, hungry, hole. Brock fucked like a rabbit. No skill, no finesse, just jabbed his dick in and out of my ass. The one saving grace was that he had a huge dick, so I was getting off on how sore he was making my hole especially as he went balls deep. Brock did not last long at all and gave me another load. He pulled out and went over and started smoking with Lionel and the other thug, so I laid down on the dirty mattress, watching them, smelling the smoke, their scent, and feeling the first two loads of cum leak out my ass. The mean thug and Brock started to get dressed and Lionel stayed in the chair and finished his cigarette. He did not say a word, but when I went to get up when Brock and his older brother left, Lionel pointed for me to stay where I was, so I got on my knees and waited to see what this BBC thug wanted to get up into next. Lionel then stood up, undid is pants, and when he opened his jacket he pulled a gun from an inside pocket and set it on the other chair. My eyes got wide and I was a little scared. I had seen rifles and shot guns growing up, but not someone carrying a gun in the city. Lionel finished taking his pants off, picked up the gun, and came and stood in front of me. His huge black cock was leaking precum and it was right in front of my face. Lionel then knelt down in front of me, held the gun up and said, “While Brock and his brother may not know what that little tatt of yours means, I do,” Lionel said. I started shake and was scared shitless now. Lionel continued as he waved the gun in front of my face, “You see, I know you are an AIDS infected little slut, fuck, all that dick you have been taking at the library, what else could you be, but you are also one of Dr Mike’s and he don’t keep anyone around unless they are.” Lionel continued to wave the gun as he spoke, “I play Russian Roulette every day on the streets as it’s a dangerous world out there, and now I get to play it with you too. Sticking my dick in that AIDs asshole of yours is a risk isn’t it? I’m risking death, but you know what, that turns me the fuck on!!! Now Brock and his brother don’t know, but I do, I know when you bleed on my dick I may get it to, so let’s knock it up a notch.” Lionel then got on his knees, set the gun on the floor, rubbed the goose bumps on my arms, grabbed my arms, bent in, and bit down hard on the lobe of my ear, drawing blood. I yelped, tried to pull back, but Lionel held me and then whispered in my ear, “You ever say anything to them and you fuck me over faggot, I will hunt you down and shoot you like a dog in the street, but I don’t think you will do that. I think you want this big black dick way too much don’t you?” I just nodded as Lionel then patted the gun on the floor as a clear affirmation he was serious. He then reached over, grabbed the rum, took a big swallow and handed it to me. I shook my head so he handed me the vodka instead. I handed it back, Lionel pushed me onto my back and had me hold my legs back exposing my hole. He then poured some of the rum on my hole, picked up the gun, and started rubbing the end of the barrel around my hole. “Yeah baby, I think we need to make that pussy bleed a bit today, I want to spin that wheel, spin and see what you can give me and maybe what I can give you.” With that Lionel pushed the end of the barrel of the pistol into my ass and started fucking my hole with it. I hit the poppers, but I was shaking in fear, afraid it might go off or something, but I held my legs back and watched as Lionel chewed on his lip, stroked his dick with one hand, and raped my ass with his gun with the other. The cold steel of the barrel digging into my the flesh as he jammed it up my ass as far as it would go, then twisted, trying to dig into the walls. Lionel then pulled the gun all the way out and drive it back it. “Oh YEAH BABY – making you bleed good, I think it’s time to give you some black babies,” Lionel said. I could feel the blood running down my ass as Lionel pulled the gun out, held it up to my mouth so I could lick the blood off, then set it on the floor. Lionel then pushed my legs back and mounted me, tearing my ass further from the damage the gun had done and I cried out as it hurt like hell. Lionel just looked in my eyes as he fucked me and where the first time he had used skill, this time was just raw animal sex, as his dick raped my hole “YOU WANT THEM BABIES? WANT THEM BLACK BABIES?” LIONEL ASKED. “CUM IN ME, BREED ME, PLEASE MAKE ME PREGNANT!” I BEGGED. LIONEL SAID, “I GOTCHA NOW, YOU TAKE MY FUCKING BABIES, YEAH PUSSY – TAKE EM, TAKE EM, TAKE MY BLACK BABIES!!!” LIONEL SHOT HIS NUTT UP MY ASS AND WHEN HE DID HE LEANED DOWN AND BIT INTO THE AREA WHERE MY NECK MEETS MY SHOULDER ON THE LEFT SIDE REALLY HARD. THE HARDER HE BIT, THE MORE HIS DICK TWITCHED AND PULSED UNLOADING INTO ME. I HAD NEVER HAD ANYONE BITE ME LIKE THAT AND COULD NOT BELIEVE HOW MUCH IT HURT. LIONEL FINISHED, PULLED HIS DICK OUT, PICKED UP HIS GUN, LIT A CIGARETTE AND STARTED TO GET DRESSED. We both took a few hits from the liquor bottles when someone knocked twice on the door. Lionel slipped the gun back into his coat, the door opened, and Brock and the mean thug came in with another guy. The guy must have been 65, short, fat, and he was unzipping his overalls before he was barely in the door. Lionel and his friends stepped out and the mean thug looked back in and said to the old guy, “Make it quick pops,” and to me he just nodded. Brock tried to stay to watch but his brother pushed him out and closed the door. I started to suck the old guy’s dick, which was short and stubby. He was moving his hips like he had 10 inches, but was lucky if he had 6, so sucking was not working. I got doggy style and he slid right into my hole, which was wide and open and wet with Lionel’s cum and my blood. He did not last long at all, shot his nutt, got dressed and left, and I laid back onto the dirty mattress that was now stained with my blood and ass juice and the three thugs’ cum. Lionel came back in, hit the rum, lit a cigarette, sat in a folding chair and said, “Get up, bend over here.” I turned my ass towards him and bent over, pushing my ass back towards his face. Lionel shoved a finger up my hole and started digging around with his nails. I winced, and he quickly stuck a second, then a third up my ass working the cum, blood, and a little rum he poured in there. The rum burned bad, and I moaned as he then started to try to put a fourth finger in my hole. Lionel seemed intent on getting his fingers deeper into my ass, but we were interrupted by another knock at the door. This time, the guy that came in was the guy from booth, the station manager. He was about 45, a couple inches taller than me, real short hair, sharply cut and shaped, nice build and dick, about 8 and really thick. Lionel got up and left, I knelt down, the station manager pushed me back on the bed, flipped me, and mounted me missionary style. “You want to take daddy’s dick? How’s daddy’s dick? You like daddy’s dick?” Over and over that’s all he said until he too cummed up my ass. I knew my ass was a little bloody, but he did not say anything, got up, dressed and left. I grabbed the rum by mistake and took a big swig – fuck that shit was awful. Lionel, the other thug and Brock came back in and Brock immediately got on the mattress, pulled me up onto my hands and knees, and started eating out my ass. Lionel and the mean thug just sat in the chairs smoking and drinking as Brock ate me like pussy, cleaning up my hole. “Yeah B eat those Twinkies,” his older brother said laughing, “Eat them tasty white cakes with that creamy white frosting.” He and Lionel both laughed and I remember thinking what is it with ‘straight’ guys wanting to eat a cum filled ass? Brock soon had his dick out and was trying to shove it in, damn that boy had energy! “No B,” his brother said, then looking at me he continued, “Our friend’s shift is over so we need to bounce out. But I know I could use some more faggot pussy, and to make sure you don’t say nothing, we are going to escort you home like real gentlemen.” He and Lionel laughed, then he said “Naw, its so we know where your faggot ass is. We were thinking we could use a slut like you who obeys so well, someone we can fuck when we need a hole, and sometimes we run into guys who are looking for something a little a different and not into our regular bitches we have working out of here, so now you will get to work for us. You will be one of our bitches too, so come on, let’s go.” Part 3 - Party Moves to My Apartment - My First Fisting and Double Dicking The three of them stood back by the entrance to the Metro station as I flagged down a cab. Cabs don’t stop for black guys in DC, especially three rough looking thugs, so I was being their bitch already. They cab stopped, I opened the door and slid in with Lionel and the mean thug right behind me and Brock opening the front door to sit in the front seat. The taxi driver was shocked, looked afraid, and started to say something, when I interrupted, gave him my address, and told him, “Don’t worry man, they’re cool and I tip well – OK?” He mumbled back, put the car in gear and took us to my place, with a stop at another liquor store on the way. When we got to my apartment they walked around, looked at things, Lionel went to the bathroom and when he was done, I went too. I left the door open and could hear them speaking and going through shit, but I had to let all the juice out of my ass and take a piss. I came out and found the two brothers naked, sitting on the couch, and my dick got hard seeing their big black dicks, tats covering their torsos, and watching them light up and start smoking. I went to the kitchen, got a couple ashtrays, some cigarettes I kept on hand for company, and a couple glasses. I was not sure where Lionel was, but then heard him down the hall in my bedroom. He came back, and was naked too, his big heavy dick swinging as he walked, fuck I wanted them in my hole! Lionel sat in the easy chair, “Put on some movies man.” I popped a gangbang straight flick into the VCR and immediately the sound of a girl crying and begging for the black guys to stop filled the apartment. I also turned on the stereo to a local radio station, and placed one of the small speakers by the front door – fucking nosy neighbors, did not need them hearing my business. I am sure there were calls being made already by some old lady looking through her peephole seeing three black guys following me in. The thugs now had hard dicks and their eyes got big as they watched the flick. The mean thug reached into his coat, dug out some private stash, lit up and started passing it between the three of them. The mean thug motioned for me to start sucking, so I got on my hands and knees between his legs, and started sucking his dick as he moaned, smoked, and I reached over with my right hand to stroke Brock’s dick, which was leaking precum like crazy. Lionel spoke up again, “We got us a good white bitch here, but I think we have taken it too easy – think we need to crank this party up and show this bitch what a homie dick can do.” I was not sure what Lionel meant, but grabbed the bottle of poppers. Lionel leaned over, grabbed them from me and said, “No bitch, you are going to feel this.” I continued sucking the mean thug while Lionel got down on the floor behind me, spit into his hand, rubbed it on my ass, and slammed his raw dick up my hole. I tried to scream, but my mouth was full of thug dick, my body tensed, but I was pierced between two thugs. Again, Lionel did not fuck with skill, he just rammed my hole and started pulling all the way out and slamming in. I could tell I was bleeding as I felt the hot, warm, sticky trickle start making its way out my hole and down one leg. The mean thug was getting close, I did not want him cumming in my mouth and wanted it up my ass and tried easing off, but he pushed my head back down and started bucking his hips, and said “Oh faggot – you’re getting my nutt!” and he unloaded a thick shot of cum into my mouth. Wow – his cum tasted wonderful! That’s all Lionel needed to hear and he shot his load in my ass. Hot raw black cum in both holes, nothing better!!! Brock by this time was almost frantic beating his dick, but the two thugs seemed in no hurry to pull out of either hole. Lionel finally slid out, sat back in the chair and said, “Stand up and turn around.” I did, he pried my cheeks apart and I thought he was going to lick my ass but instead, “Yeah bitch, now that’s what I’m talking about – look here yo – look at this pussy now – bleeding and shit.” Lionel turned me to the left so the thug brothers could look at my hole, the mean thug whistled, and when it was Brock’s turn to look he just stood, pushed me forward and slammed his dick up my ass. I could barely stand with him pummeling my hole and had to brace myself against the entertainment center. Lionel and Brock’s brother just laughed and then egged him. “Go B – like fucking a chick on her period – the bloodier it gets the fucking hotter it feels. Go on B.” Brock did not last a minute and his body shuddered, trembled, and he gave me another load. The cum and blood was leaking out my ass pretty good now, I looked at Lionel and he gave me a knowing smile, a smile that said, “Yeah AIDs whore, we’re playing now, spinning the gun chamber, we’re all playing Russian Roulette.” Lionel said, “Come here,” as he put his cigarette between his teeth, so I turned around again but instead of looking at my hole, he shoved two fingers of his right hand up my hole while using his left to open my cheeks. The thug brothers were sharing a smoke on the couch and watching as I winced, moaned, and tried not to run from Lionel who now had four fingers up my ass and was pushing harder. “Now bitch, let’s see where you at,” Lionel said as he adjusted his hand into a wedge shape and tried getting his thumb up my ass along with his fingers. He was spreading my asshole wide, and even after all the fucking, damn that hurt! I started to ask him to stop, but Lionel was now holding onto my ass hard with his left hand and fucking harder with his right. “Shut up,” Lionel said, “Take it like a bitch.” Brock laughed and said, “The faggot likes that – look how his little dick is all hard and bouncing.” Brock was already hard again watching Lionel, and after about 5 minutes, Lionel pulled his hand out of my ass. He had not gotten his whole hand in, no fucking way as he had big hands, but he did force his fingers and most of his hand, but the knuckles just would not go. “You got something to eat? Make us some sandwiches or something,” Lionel said as he held his hand up for me to lick clean. I went to the kitchen, my ass aching with every step, to see what I could find. I could hear the three of them talking, but could not make out what they were saying. I grabbed some paper towels, wet them, and was gently wiping at my hole when Brock came in the kitchen, his big dick standing straight out. “Bend over faggot,” he said. I said, “No man, I umm, need to fix your sandwiches.” Brock was little, but strong too as he pushed me against the counter and said, “Lionel may take it easy on you faggot – not me – or my bother – now do the FUCK WHAT I SAY!” I turned around, grabbed the counter and Brock slammed into me, immediately pulled all the way out, slammed back in, and did that twice more and then left the kitchen. DAMN! What was that about? It hurt, but not as bad as I expected, seemed like Lionel’s hand had really opened up my hole as Brock went balls deep each time. I made some sandwiches, took them to the guys, and sat on the floor by Lionel’s chair as we ate. They finished them quickly, Brock asked for more, and Lionel and the mean thug lit another smoke and finished off one of the bottles of rum. I put a different tape in the VCR, another gangbang one, but this one was even rougher – if these boys wanted to play let’s see how rough they could get. We sat around for a while, Brock was constantly hard and after about 15 minutes so were his brother and Lionel. They finished up their smoke and Lionel hit me on the arm and said, “Go to your bed – here take your poppers.” I anxiously got up, grabbed one of the bottles of vodka, walked down the hall to my dark bedroom, took several swigs and laid on the bed. The vodka made me feel flush and hot, but did not ease the throbbing pain in my ass. The boys knew how to make a hole hurt and I loved it! I also loved that they made me bleed and was excited to know I may be infecting them or them me with more AIDs. I hope Dr Mike would be proud! A few minutes later Lionel came in, closed the door, and took a long drink from the bottle of rum he had with him. I scooted to the end of the bed, waiting, eager to feel his big dick again. Lionel hit the rum bottle again, stood right in front of me and said in almost a whisper, “Now baby, time to play, remember our little chat? Yeah, well I want you to gnaw on my foreskin.” He then tugged on his dick, stretching his foreskin out, I opened my mouth and started nibbling on it. “Harder bitch, come on, bite on it, chew it!” I was afraid I would hurt him, but gnawed harder and Lionel started to moan and his dick started to get hard. Lionel said again, “HARDER!” So I said fuck it, and chomped down as hard as I could catching his foreskin between my fang teeth and heard a pop as my teeth broke his skin and caught his raw flesh. He jerked in reaction and yelled “FUCKING CHRIST BITCH!” making the hole I made in his skin even bigger as he slapped my face and I pulled away. I was afraid now, but Lionel looked at his dick, the trail of blood made from my bite, then at me, smiled and said, “Yeah baby – time for a little roulette.” Lionel sat on the bed, leaned back, with his huge thick dick sticking almost straight up. “Get up here, put a little spit on your hole, hit your poppers, then squat over my dick and stay there,” he said. The first was easy enough, squatting over him a little harder as his dick/ass was close to the end of the bed and I felt like I was going to fall backwards, but by leaning a little forward I was able to balance myself, hit the poppers hard, and placed my hole over the head of Lionel’s dick, making his dick stand straight up and holding it in place with my ass and waited. Lionel’s eyes were intense as he looked at me, he brought his hands up, put them on my shoulders and in one movement pushed me down while he thrust his dick up. I screamed. His dick went part way in, ripping my hole open, then he pulled it out. He reached down, positioned his dick so it was resting against my hole again and repeated his slam. “This what you want pussy bitch?” Lionel asked, “This what you need? Tell me bitch, tell me bitch.” I was whimpering in pain and ecstasy, and said, “Yes, please, please FUCK ME WITH THAT BLACK DICK – MAKE ME BLEED!” Lionel then snarled, and started slamming me harder and deeper as I had all I could do holding myself over his dick. “Sit all the way down,” Lionel said, and as I sat completely down on his dick, I could not believe how amazing he felt as his dick filled my ass and guts. Lionel then started to sit up and I had to grab onto his neck not to fall backwards. He scooted forward and I was surprised at how easy he moved with my weight on him. He then surprised me again as he stood up, holding me onto his dick. He turned so he could see his profile in the mirror over the bedroom dresser and started fucking, bouncing me up and down on his dick as I hung onto him with my arms around his neck. Lionel fucked for a while and every thrust he went balls deep and then some as it felt like his balls were going up my ass too. Lionel then leaned in and I thought he was going to kiss me, but he moved to the spot on my left side where he bit me at the Metro station – where my neck meets my shoulder – and started biting and gnawing. His body was so hot, sweat was poring off him now, and my dick was caught between our slickened chests, the friction of the fucking making it leak precum like a faucet. I was afraid I was hurting his dick, but he was in total control and continued to power fuck me raw. Lionel was now snarling and grunting like a wolf over a fresh kill as he bit into my shoulder. He started fucking harder, faster, and when Lionel bit down this time he broke the skin, I screamed out as the mix of blood and spit poured from the now fresh wound and immediately my cock exploded between us, coating our chests in my cum. That was all Lionel needed as he clamped down tight with his teeth, sinking them deep into my flesh as he cummed in me. This time his whole body shook and his load kept coming and coming and I could feel him shoot as he was so deep in my guts. His knees started to get week and he stumbled back, dropped onto the bed and I had to catch and brace myself not to fall off. He was panting hard now and I repositioned myself and tried to keep riding his dick, but he roughly pushed me off and said, “No NO, it’s too sensitive, get the fuck off!” I sat to the side and Lionel rested only a minute, then he said, “Hit the vodka, grab the lube and the poppers and get on your hands and knees on the end there.” I took several big swigs of the vodka, set the lube by my side, and started hitting the poppers. Lionel got up, went behind me and I felt a cold stream of lotion running down my ass. He then started to work his fingers into my hole, spreading them, twisting them digging at my insides. Lionel pulled his fingers out, I heard the lotion squirt, then felt some more on my ass, and Lionel said, “Do a big hit of poppers and take a deep breath in and breathe out, and you better not run.” I did as the thug ordered, and when I let the breath out Lionel drove his hand like a wedge back into my ass and once again it caught on his knuckles. I gasped, started to ask him to stop because I don’t get fisted, but Lionel just held his hand there. The pain radiating out from my hole was unbelievable. I thought I could take a big dick, but his hand was huge and it hurt like hell. I tried moving my ass and all that did was wedge his knuckles deeper into my ass ring. Lionel laughed, leaned forward and said, “I got you baby, I got you, you have been a good bitch today, but we are not done with you yet, now it is time to bust that pussy wide open you hear me? I am going to rip that pussy open now, get you ready for a special treat, now just relax.” Relax? How could I relax, I had a fucking huge black hand wedged in my ass. I hit the poppers again and now Lionel was gently moving his hand in small back and forth motions and squirting lube around where his hand met my ass. He pushed a little harder and it made me jump and I pulled away hard, which was a mistake as the pain of his hand coming free was worse then when it was in there. “Fuck bitch! WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT TRYING TO RUN! God damn – get those pillows, put them under you with your ass up in the air.” Lionel said. I did as he asked, but was scared. I did not want his hand up there, yet the pressure had been like nothing I had ever felt. I hit the poppers, Lionel got behind me on the bed and said, “Now bitch, you got no place to run, breathe out.” I let out a long breath and Lionel shoved his hand back into my waiting ass as deep as it would go. It still caught on the knuckles, but seemed to be a little deeper and I hit the poppers again. Lionel squirted more lotion, I kept hitting the poppers and trying to relax as he pushed with a constant pressure and sort of jiggling his hand side to side and back and forth. Lionel then bent down and kissed my ass cheek, licked it, and then bit hard! I was surprised and it hurt like hell and when I cried out, my ass ring contracted and relaxed a little in reflex and his hand went in a little more. FUCK THAT HURT! Lionel laughed, squirted some more lotion, jiggled his hand, and bent down and bit me again, this time harder. Again, when I cried out, my ass ring relaxed a little in reflex and Lionel leaned down and said, “Hold right there bitch, time to get that pussy fully ripped.” I hit the poppers hard, breathed deep as the pressure from his hand increased and felt the right side of his hand go in a little deeper, then the big middle knuckle catch, increased push from Lionel and then his knuckles popped through my ass ring and I was being ripped and stretched by the meat of his hand. “OH FUCK STOP, PLEASE STOP, FUCK!!” I cried out. Lionel said, “You good baby, you good, I got you, now take it BITCH!!!” With that Lionel started fucking my hole with his hand, pulling back through the ring and each time he pushed in I took more and more of his hand. I was sniffing the poppers as much as I could and Lionel alternated between biting my ass hard and moving his hand in an out. He did not go deep, just focused on my outer ring, but I knew my ass was bleeding again, the pain was sharp, and my dick was limp and shriveled up as there was no joy in this for me. Lionel pulled his hand all the way out, told me to hit the vodka, and I took a few big swallows and started choking and coughing. He laughed and said, “They call me the pussy ripper bitch, now you know why, and right now, I bet you are realizing just how good that felt, how much you like this mandingo ripping you up with his hand.” He was right, my ass felt so empty and while the pain was incredible, I also realized my dick was starting to get hard again and that I wanted to feel more. I knelt back over the pillows with my ass up, hit the poppers and tried to relax. Lionel growled a little, poured some lotion on my hole and drove his hand back through my ass ring. I screamed out, but also pushed my ass back a little to meet him. Lionel was now fucking my hole at a pretty good rhythm with his hand, pulling in and out through the ring, forcing it to take him, and every now and then he seemed to spread his hand a little so it was less of a wedge and more of a fucking baseball bat. LIONEL SAID, “TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT BITCH, TELL ME WHAT YOU NEED.” “RAPE IT, PLEASE RAPE IT, RIP MY PUSSY UP, I’LL DO ANYTHING, ANYTHING, JUST PLEASE RAPE ME!” I BEGGED. Lionel paused, “That’s all I needed to hear,” as he slid his hand out of my ass, stood up, and said, “You better hit that vodka hard, you got until I get back,” and he left the bedroom. God my ass felt to empty, I needed to get fucked so bad, remembered what he said and hit the vodka hard. I was now pretty buzzed – ok maybe even a little drunk – but hell, it helped ease the pain, so I drank some more and felt it burn my guts. The bedroom door opened and in walked Lionel, followed by the mean thug and Brock. Lionel said, “Get up.” I stood up, he pushed the pillows away, the mean thug lay on his back with his hips near the end of the bed and his feet flat on the floor. Lionel said, “I told my boys here what you said, that you were willing to do anything to be raped and ripped open and that I got that pussy of yours all ready for what they need, now get up on his dick.” I got up on the bed, straddled the mean thug, hit the poppers, then slid down on his dick that was all slick with some lube that Lionel had squirted on it. That was strange, they always fucked me pretty dry, but the lube felt good as my ass hurt like hell. The mean thug started pushing his hips up into my ass, and my ass was so open there was no resistance and he went balls deep. Now that my hole was open, his dick did not feel as great, and I was sort of disappointed that this was it. Lionel then said, “OK bitch, time for that special treat I told you about, bend forward onto his chest, that’s it, now push your ass back some, yeah good, OK, stay just like that and hit those poppers.” I put my head to my left side, hit the poppers, and wondered what was happening as the mean thug had stopped fucking and had wrapped his big arms completely around me and was holding me tight to his chest. I then felt Lionel squirt more lotion on my hole and he started working his fingers in beside the dick that was already in there. Aahh that felt good! Much better, I was feeling full again and I was moaning with pleasure. Lionel then moved his fingers to the top side of my hole and kind of splayed them out like he was opening my hole more. I was not sure what was going on but then felt him remove his fingers and they were replaced with something bigger and harder – Brock’s dick! BROCK WAS TRYING TO PUSH HIS DICK INTO MY HOLE BESIDE HIS BROTHER’S, well on top of his brothers, in the space where Lionel had just had his fingers. “NO, stop, fuck, NO, please don’t,” I screamed. The mean thug laughed and said, “Faggot bitch, that’s it, cry all you want, but we are tearing that pussy up whether you like it or not until we are done.” Lionel was now working his fingers in my hole again, guiding Brock’s dick and giving Brock instructions on where to stand, how to go slow at first, then when he judged I was ready, Lionel he told Brock to go ahead, rape it hard and make that pussy bloody and raw. I had taken plenty of cum already and was done. I’d had enough. I tried to struggle, but the mean thug held me tight and squeezed the breath out of me as Lionel worked with Brock, and his dick head then was wedged into my open hole. “Fuck the faggot B,” the mean thug said, “Rape that pussy.” Brock obliged and started pushing his dick further into my ass, with Lionel continuing to instruct him and squirt lube on my hole and wipe it around the two dicks now ripping my ass open. The mean thug lay still, holding me close, while Brock pushed in as far as he could. I am not sure how many inches he actually got it, but my hole was on fire and I was begging, crying, and pleading for them to stop. Lionel then crawled onto the bed and said, “He’s in, let him go man, time to fill that mouth so he shuts up – now you two break that shit open.” The two brothers started fucking, Brock had more motion, while his older brother bucked his hips up. Their dicks began working together to fuck me deeper and wider then I had ever been fucked. They were brutal, and Brock was doing his best to go balls deep, my ass resisting the entire time. Lionel was now squatting on the bed, over the mean thugs head, with his dick out, “Open that mouth – let me fuck that throat,” he said as I looked up and he held his dick out, pointing to the spot where I had bit through his foreskin earlier, which was now dark and bruised. I used my arms to push myself up a little off the thug’s chest and opened my mouth. Lionel started throat fucking me, all the while egging on the brothers, “Yeah boys, rape it, rape that white hole, I want to see it bleed, got us a good bitch here, yeah boys, rape it.” As Lionel was talking, what had been nothing but pain changed – I realized I was getting three raw dicks at once! My ass still hurt and I cort of chuckled as I thought this must be how a poodle bitch feels when a pit bull mounts her. I wanted them – wanted their cum and wanted to cover their dicks in my AIDs infected blood. I started to moan when I felt Brock stiffen up and shoot his cum. He didn’t say a word, but I guess Lionel could tell as he said, “FUCK YEAH! Cum in that bitch boy! Cum in the faggot, but don’t pull out until your brother is done.” Brock obeyed and kept fucking, mixing his cum in with the blood, lube and making it nice and sloppy for his brother, who shot next. “Fucking faggot cunt! FAGGOT TAKE MY CUM!” he yelled as he shot. I JUST GOT FUCKED RAW AND BRED BY TWO BROTHERS – TWISTED DNA! I was now trying to push my ass back onto their dicks – I wanted them deeper – wanted it harder – but Brock pulled out, I yelped in pain, Lionel pulled out of my throat, looked at the mean thug and said, “Can you hold up man? I’m close.” The thug shook his head, so Lionel got off the bed, slid up behind us, and guided his dick into my ass where Brock had just been as he placed his hands on my shoulders, digging his nails into the open bite mark he had left on me. “MAKE ME YOUR BITCH – FUCK ME – RAPE IT – FUCK ME HARDER!” I cried out. I just kept repeating that over and over, trying to push my ass back as Lionel stopped, pulled all the way, slide back in, and did that again. “Yeah bitch, we ripped your pussy good, got you nice and bloody, FUCKING WHITE BITCH – TAKE MY BLACK NUTT.” Lionel shot his load, his fingers digging into my shoulders harder. He shook, spasmed, and I felt his cock get thicker as he exploded in me. Lionel leaned over onto me, breathing hard, and the mean thug spoke up, “Get the fuck off man, you’re heavy as shit.” Lionel pulled his dick out of my ass, which was followed by a stream of juice. He stepped back, I slid off the thug’s dick, and laid on the bed. I guess Brock had gone into the living room as he was not there. Lionel sat on the bed, while the thug went to look for his brother. Lionel grabbed the bottle of rum, took a big swig, then said, “You ok? We just made you an OREO cookie,” he laughed. I shook my head and said, “I think so.” Lionel nodded and whispered, “You want me to come back sometime on the DL? I need someone who let’s me fuck like I want, a hole to use and abuse, just you and me.” I shook my head yes, Lionel nodded, stood up and went out to the living room. I grabbed a towel, was a little scared by all the blood I wiped off my ass, threw on a pair of gym shorts and a t-shirt and went out. They were all getting dressed and I noticed a small pile of stuff on the couch – my portable music player/jam box, my portable TV from the bedroom (when did they take that?), and a couple bottles of liquor. The mean thug saw I noticed and said, “We told you, you had to pay the tax, so this should cover it for today. Now show us your wallet, we need some cash too.” I handed over what cash was left, and he said, “OK give us your number, I think Brock here may be coming back later tonight, fucker is always horny, and like we said earlier, we need another bitch to whore out, and you got some good pussy that is all broken in now, so be ready when we call.” Brock and his older brother went out the door and I handed my number to Lionel, who smiled wide and said, “Take care of them babies now.” Part 4 - Dr Mike’s House Call and Brock Returns It was now almost 7:00 p.m, we had been fucking, drinking, and partying all damn day. Every step I took hurt, my ass burned, I was pretty buzzed, and I was still bleeding a little. I held in all the cum as long as I could like Dr Mike ordered me to always do, but finally had to use the bathroom. I was a little scared seeing all the red colored juice come out of my ass and when I wiped, there was bright red blood showing and I was afraid maybe something was wrong. Damn! I figured I better call Dr Mike just in case. I called Dr Mike’s private line and did not get an answer, so I called his service and they said they would page him. I was getting more nervous as I waited and finally Dr Mike called back. “Hello, yes, this is Dr Mike, you called?” God, just hearing his voice made my dick hard, and believe it or not, my ass twitch thinking about him fucking me. What the hell was wrong with me? I explained to Dr Mike what had happened, was afraid he would be upset, so kept saying I was taking as much raw dick as I could like he told me and had even skipped work, but things maybe got a little out of control and I was scared. Dr Mike said, “Well, first, I am glad to hear that you are following orders and doing exactly what I told you. I know who Lionel is, and will have a little chat with him, but, as he seems to be assisting in your treatment, I am not displeased at all, so do not be concerned about that. Frankly, I find this new twist interesting and will have to make a note in your files, especially as it regards this other fellow that I do not know and his little brother, what was his name again? Brock, yes Brock.” “Back to the pressing item of the continued bleeding. I doubt that anything is wrong, it is just your body reacting to something new and previously never experienced, however, I should check you out just to be sure. Relax, keep the area dry, and try not to irritate it. I will be there shortly,” Dr Mike said and then hung up. About 30 minutes later Dr Mike showed up. His smell seemed to fill the room, and as he walked by and his body brushed my arm, my dick got hard, and chest tightened, and I just wanted to kneel at his feet. Dr Mike took off his coat, looked around the living room and said, “It smells like smoke, liquor, and sex in here.” I was not sure if that was good or bad and did not say anything. “Come on, let’s go into the bathroom and see what is going on,” Dr Mike said as he walked down the hall with a small bag he had brought with him. We stepped in the bathroom, I took my shorts off, bent over with my hands on the tub as Dr Mike sat on the toilet, took out one of those little light things they use to look up your nose and in your ears at the doctor’s office, and spread my cheeks. Dr Mike said, “Reach back with one hand and pull your cheek apart, that’s it, OK, now let me look, hmmm, well yes, they fucked you good for sure, gave you a nice swollen rosebud of an ass today, better even then Charles did,” he chuckled, “Charles sure won’t like that when I tell him he was outdone by a couple kids.” Dr Mike continued probing at my hole, asking where it hurt most, first with one finger, then a couple. I yelped a few times, and tried to pull away once or twice, but he carefully continued his exam, including rubbing his fingers over the bite marks on my ass. “Well, it appears that Lionel knows what he is doing as I do not see any permanent damage that is immediately visible, however I need to do a couple more tests. Stand up,” Dr Mike said. I stood up, Dr Mike stood up and guided me in front of the toilet and said, “Bend over again for me.” As I was bending over I could see in the big mirror on the wall that ran from behind the toilet all the way across in front of the sink that Dr Mike was unbuttoning his pants. He then slipped them off but left his shoes on. What was he planning? I did not ask, as I knew it did not matter, I would do what ever Dr Mike wanted. Dr Mike ran his hands over my ass and pressed and squeezed at the spots where Lionel had bit me. He did not say a word, but kept rubbing my ass. He then spread my cheeks wide with both hands and I felt the head of his dick nestle up next to my swollen and bruised hole. I braced myself for the pain, but he did not push it right in. After what seemed liked a few minutes, I felt a splash of hot liquid at my hole and the sound of liquid hitting the tiled floor, followed by another. I looked up into the mirror and Dr Mike had a look of intense concentration on his face, and then another hot splash hit my hole and this time Dr Mike pushed his dick into my ass balls deep and let loose a hot geyser of piss. I gasped a little as he popped through my bruised ass ring, but it felt great as he went balls deep, and the feeling of his hot piss made me feel full, warm, and wonderful. How much piss did he have? It just kept flowing, and finally Dr Mike finished pissing in my ass, pulled his dick out, trailing piss down my leg and onto the floor as he said, “I’ve been saving that up today, so this is good timing. Clean me up.” I turned around, knelt, and sucked his dick, licking the piss off the shaft, then his balls. “Now the floor,” Dr Mike said, so I then licked up the piss that had splashed on the tile earlier and that had dripped out when he pulled out. I even licked a few stray drops off his shoes. “Get up and let it out in the toilet, but don’t flush it and toss any toilet paper into the trash can, not the toilet, as I need to see what comes out,” Dr Mike said. I turned, sat on the toilet and let the flood of hot liquid come out. Dr Mike had stepped off to the side and was scrounging around in his bag. I finished, wiped, tossed the toilet paper into the trash can and stood up. The toilet was now full of dark golden liquid and Dr Mike stepped over to see, and lifted the seat up as well. “Very good, I do not see any small blood clots or signs of internal trauma, so that is good. Step back here,” Dr Mike said as he had me stand in front of the toilet like before and he got behind me. “Bend over,” he said as I started to put the lid and seat down on the toilet, Dr Mike slapped my ass hard where the bite marks were, “Did I tell you to put that down? No, now bend over, put your hands on the toilet bowl and get your head down there. I want you to smell that, that’s the smell of me in your ass.” I did as Dr Mike said, bent over, and put my head as close down to the toilet full of ass juice and Dr Mike’s piss as far as I could. Dr Mike then spread my cheeks, and with his left hand slid two fingers up my ass and began digging and clawing at my insides. I was already raw and this sent hot fresh pain through my body. I tensed, but did not say anything. He withdrew his fingers and I could see him in the mirror looking at them, he then licked them off, spread my cheeks with both hands and this time there was no warning as his dick ripped through my ass ring and Dr Mike went balls deep. I cried out. “You like how this hurts?” Dr Mike asked, “What do you want? You want some more toxic cum? You want this cum? Fuck yeah, give you my death cum, take my death cum, let me in your hole, nice AIDS HOLE!!!!” Dr Mike was fucking me hard now and I was whimpering as my head banged against the toilet and the smell of his piss filled my nostrils. “GIVE ME THAT ASS, MY GOOD AIDS ASS, OH GOOD, GIVE ME YOUR AIDS ASS!!!” DR MIKE SAID LOUDLY AS HE CUMMED IN ME. He pounded me a couple more times, yanked out in one pull, picked up his little light, turned me around, closed the toilet lid, sat down, and looked at my ass again. He probed at my hole with his fingers and I begged, “Please, I want to taste you, please let me taste you.” Dr Mike paused, continued his exam, shoved three fingers in my hole, worked them around, pulled them out and said, “Here, clean this off.” I sucked his fingers like a calf sucking a cow teat for the first time. He then pushed me down and I licked his dick off, and winced when he grabbed my shoulder. Once clean, he stood up, and told me to take off my shirt. The bite mark from Lionel was swollen, red, and a big black and blue area was forming around it too where he had gnawed and squeezed. Dr Mike shook his head and said, “A bite can be a nasty thing as the human mouth is full of germs. You need to keep this clean, keep this ointment on it, and if it seems to get worse over the next couple of days let me know. If you get a good infection, I may take advantage of that for another treatment, however, we cannot let this go on long if that is the case.” I nodded and Dr Mike walked out to the living room and got dressed. “Continue to do as I instructed,” Dr Mike said, “I am very proud of you and your treatment program. You have advanced farther than I had anticipated, so I think it may be time to up your treatment program, so I will have to think about how best to do that. I also want you to come in for some follow-up blood work in a couple weeks. I want to document your viral load, and other issues as I may need to use you for something special in a few months.” Dr Mike went on, “Your ass is fine, you have a few rips in lining of your ass ring, but nothing to be concerned about and most of the pain you are feeling right now is from having your ass ring stretched. Now listen well, I DO NOT WANT YOU BEING FISTED ON A REGULAR BASIS. While what he did today was not really fisting, even that is not something I want you to do often. Occasionally is fine, and knowing your ass can take two dicks at once, well, wait until I tell Charles, I expect he and Roger will be planning a visit with you soon,” Dr Mike laughed loud and hard with that, put his coat on, and left. I was exhausted, it had been a long day, but I was still horny as hell. I went into the bathroom, smelled the piss again that Dr Mike I had put inside me before I flushed the toilet, then stuck my fingers up my ass, worked them around, and took my time licking off the juice that slicked them up. I fingered myself a little more and realized that was just making it worse, do I decided to grab something to eat and crash as it was almost 9:00 p.m. and I had to get some rest for work. I had not been asleep long when the phone rang. I barely registered what it was and heard the answering machine pick up. No one left a message and I was quickly focusing on going back to sleep when the phone rang again. I was awake enough this time to realize what it was, reached over and answered a groggy, “Hello?” “Yo, hey, can I come up,” someone said. “Who is this?” I asked. “Look faggot, I’ll be there in 5 minutes- walking up from the bus stop now,” and he hung up. It must be Brock, his brother said he would come back, but I did not expect that would be tonight. Shit, I have to work tomorrow. In just about 5 minutes the phone rang and I buzzed him. Brock was wearing the same Redskins jersey under his coat, plopped down on the couch and said, “Put that video back on, the one with the guys roughing up the chicks, I liked that, you like that faggot? I think you do, you liked it when we roughed you up,” Brock laughed and continued, “I also want some more of that rum you got, the Bacardi, not that dark Jamaican shit my brother likes, and some smokes too, I need some smokes.” Damn, I think that was more words in 15 seconds than he had said to me all day. I put the movie in the VCR, turned on the stereo and moved the small speaker back by the door, went to the kitchen and got the rum and smokes for Brock. I came back and Brock was naked and already hard and stroking his dick watching the poor girl on the tape get slapped, her hair pulled, and pillaged by a group of black guys. I smiled and shook my head and said, “Damn man, don’t you ever get soft?” Brock looked at me, laughed, and said, “Naw, I’m always hard, but especially if I have been partying, I can then fuck for hours, and that’s where I just came from, partying with my brothers. Most chicks can’t take me, not only because I got a big dick, but they just cannot keep up and make me stop. But you faggot, you hung in there today and you can’t make me stop can you? No, I don’t think so. You won’t call the cops, fucking pigs in DC won’t help you if you call saying some dick raped you especially when they hear what a slut you are for dick.” He was right, who would I call, and he knew I was a slut and whore for big dick, so fine. He wanted to be the big man in charge, let’s see what he had. “Yeah man, you’re right, but usually a guy your size, who’s alone now, can’t force me to do anything. I am bigger than you and you wouldn’t want your bother to know some faggot beat your ass would you?” Brock set his drink down, put the cigarette between his teeth, reached into his coat, and pulled out a pocket knife that he then opened. “THIS IS WHAT PUTS ME IN CHARGE FAGGOT, YOU GOT THAT? THIS! SO WHO’S IN CHARGE NOW?” BROCK SAID. Good, boy who wanted to prove he’s in charge, but I think he needed some help learning. “Relax man, be cool, I’m just shitting with you, you’re right, you’re in charge, and don’t be afraid to show me. Your brother is not here and whatever we do stays with us.” Brock sat back, put the knife back in his pocket, nodded, and kept smoking. When he was finished I asked him, “Want to go in the bathroom and fuck? I think you will like looking in the mirror.” Brock said, “Yeah,” so we got up and he followed me into the bathroom. I did not stop in the bedroom and get the poppers as I wanted to feel this, and figured my ass was plenty open from earlier as I had taken Dr Mike. Brock was stroking his dick and I told him, “Get as rough and nasty as you want man, I can take it like no chick can, so whatever you want to do.” I bent over and watched Brock as he watched himself and me in the mirror. Brock tried shoving his dick in, but my ass was pretty dry now, so I said, “We can do whatever you want, and if you want to use some lotion that is cool, you will slide right in, but frankly won’t hurt all that much. But, if you want to make it hurt and maybe bleed again like before, just a little spit on your dick or around my hole is enough to get you in.” Brock nodded, spit on his hand, rubbed it on the head of his dick and tried again. It was still pretty dry, but there was enough spit to let him force his dick into my ass and tear me up a little as he did. I told him, “Good man, that was good, now pull it all the way out, spit on it some more, and do that again. Do that a couple times until it gets wet, and to make it really hurt keep pulling all the way out and fuck as deep and hard as you can.” He did exactly as I said, who was in charge here? Made me laugh a little on the inside, but I then focused on taking his big dick. I looked in the mirror and Brock had a cross between a smile and a sneer on his face. “Does that feel good? You like that pussy? Huh? You gonna rape that hole?” I asked. Brock just nodded his head, reached forward, using both hands he grabbed my hair, and even though my hair was not that long, it was enough for him to yank my head backwards as he fucked. “Yeah boy, that’s it, fuck it good, fuck yeah! Man you fuck way better than your brother and your dick is bigger too, yeah make it hurt now, make it hurt, MAKE IT BLEED!!” Brock seemed to like to hear me talk dirty so I kept up and he just keep smiling and fucking rough and deep. Little did he know I wanted his dick covered with my blood for other reasons – I wanted to infect him, POZ him, give him a lifetime of sharing toxic cum with unwilling and unknowing pussies and other faggots. AFTER A WHILE HE STARTED DOING BIG, LONG, DEEP STROKES, “GIVE ME THAT CUM! CUM UP MY PUSSY – FUCK THIS FAGGOT, MAKE THIS FAGGOT YOUR PUSSY, SHOW THIS FAGGOT WHO IS IN CHARGE?” BROCK YANKED MY HAIR HARDER, WENT BALLS DEEP, AND GAVE ME HIS LOAD. He was breathing hard as he pumped in and out of my hole, “Felt so good man, so good, now to make it hurt more, when you are ready, pull out all at once, quick and hard, will feel like you are ripping my guts out.” Brock did as he was told, and I immediately knelt down and looked at his slimy covered dick. He was still pretty hard as I sucked and licked him clean, making Brock moan. He then pulled away and said he had to piss. “Piss in my mouth,” I said, “Or up my ass, let me take it for you like a faggot should.” Brock looked shocked, confused, disgusted, but his dick stayed hard and he took a few seconds to reply so I knew he was thinking out it. “Naw man, I’m not into all that nasty shit,” he said, so I replied, “No problem man,” and went back out to the living room knowing I might not get his piss tonight, but I would get it. Brock came out, sat back on the couch, lit up a smoke, and drank, and I started drinking too. I realized there was no way I was going to be able to work the next morning and went into the bedroom, called the office and left a message saying I had not felt well, had to have the doctor come to my apartment, and would not be in tomorrow either. I went back out and even half hard, Brock’s dick was meaty and impressive and I wanted more, but knew I had to take it easy with him. Brock reached into his coat, grabbed something and went into the bathroom and closed the door. He came back out, stuffed whatever he had back into his coat, sat back and lit up another cigarette. He smoked two more right in a row and with every puff it seemed his dick got a little bigger and harder watching the porn. He asked me what else I had for movies, so I showed him, and he decided he liked the one we were watching so I hit rewind and started the tape again. “Suck my dick faggot,” Brock said, so I got on my knees in front of the couch, looked up at him and said, “Just let me know how you want to do this. You can let me suck you like I sucked your bother in the library or here earlier and let me do the work, or if you want to get really nasty I can lay down with my head over the edge of the couch and you can rape my throat.” Brock set the drink down, put out his cigarette and said, “Get on the couch.” I got up, sat on the couch, swung my legs up and onto the back of the couch and scooted my ass as far back as I could so my head was hanging off the front. I opened my mouth and looked up to see Brock’s balls and dick moving towards me. He pushed his dick down into my throat and I tried to swallow to allow him to go deep like Charles did when he raped my throat. Brock thrust several times, but it was a bad angle, so I pushed him to the side and said, “I think it will work better if you lean forward a bit, then you can angle your dick down my throat. Remember, you’re in charge so rape it man.” Brock shook his head, and did as I told him, angled forward and started fucking my throat. I opened and swallowed and his dick went deep. I started to gag, but Brock kept fucking. Not bad for his first time, but he stopped after a minute and said, “Naw, I don’t like this, I want to fuck.” So I swung my legs around and lay on my stomach flat on the couch. Brock climbed onto me and I told him, “Here, let me spread my cheeks open, and if you want to make it hurt, line up your dick head then punch it deep and hard as you can.” He did as I instructed and soon Brock’s big black dick was fucking me again, pushing his nutt deeper and deeper. Brock was now watching the movie and fucking in almost a mimicked rhythm to the guys on the screen. He fucked for a while and good thing he was not as physically big as his brother or else I would not have been able to breathe. He started to pick up the pace, so I knew he was close, and as he fucked faster I spread my cheeks so he could dig deep. When I did, Brock moaned, adjusted his weight a little and bit down onto my shoulder where Lionel had bit me. I screamed out, he bit harder and shot his cum. He continued to bite down on my shoulder as his dick softened up a little, but he continued pumping and grinding and before long his dick was fully hard again. Brock was watching the movie again and kept pumping and grinding and his dick felt so good in my ass. After a while he stopped, got up, rummaged in his coat pocket and went to the bathroom. “Damn faggot! You got some good pussy,” Brock said when he came back. “You like this dick don’t you? You like being fucked huh?” I smiled, “Yes please, fuck me hard, can you fuck some more? Harder, nastier?” Brock patted his coat pocket, and said, “I plan to fuck you all night, can make sure of that.” I got down onto the floor, laid on my back, lifted my legs and held them back, and said, “Come on then, no spit this time just use the cum you already gave me, I want it to hurt bad, see how rough you can fuck.” Brock took the bait as his dick immediately was back to life. Brock got down on the floor, positioned himself over me and said, “You want it faggot?” I took one hand and guided his dick to my hole, lifted my legs a little further back and said, “Now – rape it with that big black dick!!!” I screamed when he slammed it in and Brock showed no mercy as he pummeled my hole. I begged him to fuck me harder, faster, deeper like the chick being gangbanged on the TV, and Brock obeyed. After a while he said he needed a break and I was disappointed that he stopped and without cumming in me, but understood. I had him follow me into the bathroom so he could see how bruised and bloody my hole was and assured him I liked that, and wanted more. The sight of my bruised hole turned him on as he immediately got down behind me and started tongue fucking me, lapping at my ass, and I knew he was getting the metallic taste of blood along with his cum. THE MORE WAYS I COULD EXPOSE HIM TO MY AIDS, THE BETTER. That was how the rest of the night went and a good part of the next day. Brock visiting the bathroom with the contents of his coat pocket, his dick getting hard and needing attention, and me instructing him on new and different ways in which to fuck me rougher and harder. By the time he left I could barely take a step and called off work the next day too to recover. I saw Brock pretty frequently after that first night and the boy never disappointed. Lionel came to see me alone a number of times and a couple times with some other big dicked DL guys he pimped me out to. I also got to see Lionel, Brock and his brother all together a few times too when they were feeling really freaky and wanted to double dick me down. All stories for another time. (*For a lot more action with Lionel – see the series: The Breeders Market – The Tours and Training Begin: A Sire Chronicles Story)- 1 reply
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I am an average guy in looks and weight, I have always had a thing for hot guys every since I was in school. and after finding out about the rest stop near my house I found that I was able to get what I wanted from the guys that hung out in the woods at night. I was only 19 and had a nice body from playing sports but I did not care about my body I just wanted to have a guy use me for his pleasure I wanted to suck and be fucked as often as I could get it. I had always dreamed what it would be like to have 2 guys use me as their cum dump. and on this one hot August night i got just that and more. I had played around with a couple of my friends with bondage and loved it, but on this night when i walked up into the woods I felt as if some one was behind me. I was right their was and the guy who was very hot looking wasted no time in small talk. 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Before I could do anything he slid his cock back down my throat and then put a leather collar around my neck. this scared the hell out of me but also had me excited at the same time thinking was my dream going to come true? Before I could think about it to long I was pulled to my feet and had a leash attached to the collar, I was then walked down the trail and around the end of the chain link fence. I had never been around the fence and never new the trail went any further than the fence. As I was walked down the trail I was told I was his slave and him and his friends would have fun with me and they would show me what happens to cock suckers when they get collard. My mind was running wild wondering what he was going to do to me, know I was scared and I no longed had a hard cock. I wanted to run but he had a tight hold of the leash. we topped a hill and I saw a large rock with 4 other guy's standing around playing with their hard cocks. now for some reason my cock was hard agin maybe because i was thinking they would see us and help me. I was wrong they did see us but they helped the guy I first meant. As I was walked up to the group I thought to my self I am finally going to get to have group sex and I was getting excited, and now I wanted more and wanted them to use me. every guy their was in there 20's and early 40's. Before i could say anything I was stripped and hand cuffed then they started to grope my balls and finger my mouth and ass saying I would make a good bitch. My cock was so hard and droolin precum like crazy. 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I sucked it till he shot his cum down my throat this guy shot wad after wad down my throat making me swallow every drop then I had to lick his cock clean. Once he was done the last guy started to rub his cock on my face and in my hair smearing precum all over me. and then his cock was shoved down my throat and he held it their. until it twitched and he flooded my throat with hot piss I had it running out of my mouth as he kept pissing down my throat and in my mouth, before he was done he pulled out and soaked my hair in hot piss. that did it for me I shot my load with out even touching my cock. And as I was blowing my wad the guy in my ass pumped me full of his hot cum. Then the guy who had just pissed in and on me took his place behind me. 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I broke up with my bf and I am looking to celebrate in Vegas. I want this to be my Treasure Island moment. Looking to host at my hotel (Caesars) or meet up at an area bathhouse Sunday, April 10. Sub wild kinky bttm into take charge tops that want to use me until rest of my friends, including me ex get into town. I want the pleasure of telling him so he knows that it is over. Any suggestions on the bathhouses? Leaning towards this so more can join. Anonymous is cool, so if you have a friend wanting to play that is cool. Like take charge tops that like to pimp out their bottoms too. Bring what you need to make things fun (toys, lube, poppers, etc.). Spit and cum make the best lube so that is what I plan to use. I wouldn't be disappointed if someone gave me a little bump as a surprise. Hung guys and guys that like to kiss to the front of the line. Looking for guys that want to have fun and have an open mind. Exploring and testing limits are cool.
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Hi BBreeder, The very well-known European MUSCLE-GUY EXTREMECUMHOLE is in May 2016 the first time in Montreal to do what he is really born for: to get fucked and get MASSIVE loaded with cum over and over a whole week * *** NO refusing of ANY raw dick! ***** My insatiable hole will be ready EVERY DAY my hotel, close to the village, anytime for ANY guys who want to fuck and unload in my ass (absolutely NO pulling out!!!) **** Any (legal) ages, bodytypes, races accepted but only guys who wanna fuck and fill my cum addicted muscle-butt, no other bottoms!!! BLACKS and LATINS ARE MORE THEN JUST WELCOME!!! **** Not into parTy but alcohol and Poppers are great**** Take the chance and add your DNA into this Muscle-Ass too/again!! -
Am currently enjoying a tale in Nifty Archives called AAA Modeling Agency. It's listed under 'Authoritarian.' The main character is a dumb straight homophobic muscle jock who is eventually unwittingly trained to become a male whore. Anyone got recommendations for porno scenes that feature dumb American muscle jocks in their 20s getting gang banged raw?
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Hey guys! I'm going to be offering my ass out, no loads refused, at the Cheshire Motor Inn the evening of March 18 and the afternoon / evening of March 19 to celebrate my 35th birthday. Party adds are up on BBRT, and will be posting quick connects and Craigslist adds as well! ANY MAN with a hard cock who wants to breed me deep is welcome to come buy! Sign up on BBRT, message me, or wait for me to post the room number in the QC add. Will be alternating between blindfolded in my sling, ass up on the bed, or just waiting for your load. Looking forward to meeting some Breeding Zone guys and adding your DNA to mine! Will also be at Manifest 4 U on Thursday, March 17, and Saturday night, March 19. Probably at Tokyo Valentino or Southern Nights a good bit as well! Watch BBRT for QC adds saying where I am.
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Visiting gangbang bottom. It's actually only my second gb. First was small - 10 guys - trying to manage it and bottom is difficult. And I ended up at Slammer after cuz I was so horned having a sloppy hole.. So second gb - I know I can handle more and I want to have it on video as well. Any help? I'm hoping for someone that gets off on filming sex. Thanks...
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After my bf turned me into a bb pnp bttm, it didn't take long for me to become poz. I am surprised how many guys don't even ask about status anymore. If I do get the question, I always say I am neg on prep. They let down there guard and it guarantees I will get their load. My favorite thing to do is to tell poz guys that I am neg. Most don't care and some get turned on cause they think I am a chaser. It is one of the few ways that I can cum without touching myself. I always try to make sure that I can see his face as he starts to cum. It is fun acting scared or nervous when he is done. I tell them to stay inside me and then try to get them horny again so that I can take another load from them. I hadn't partied in several weeks and I had an old hookup reach out to me last Friday night. He is poz and regularly fucks me when his bf is out of town. He doesn't party but he loves getting me fucked up and he can get some strong stuff. He asked if I would be a bottom for a group of guys. I couldn't respond yes fast enough. He said that all of them were poz, and that when he told them about me, they asked if he could set a group scene up. We met up at Man's Country and I went to his room. I had no idea what to expect. The guy I know is in 40's, good looking and somewhat nerdy in appearance. His friends were just the opposite. They were all muscle guys and jocks. I was told to get on my knees and start sucking dick while they finished getting ready. I saw them prepping for my slam and noticed that there were several points there. My first load came within minutes and the guy told me not to worry that he had more for me later. I proceeded to spit some of the lube out and lube my hole with it. As I was sucking the next guy, I was lifted up and without notice I was filled up with a nice thick cock. I tend to be quiet so it really turns me on listening to guys tell me what a slut I am and that I was going to get filled with poz cum tonight. One of the guys asked me if that was what I wanted. My response back as I as a cum whore and that it didn't matter to me if the guy was neg/poz. Partying made me want to get fucked and submitting to a guy was all I had ever known. After a couple of loads were deposited in my mouth and ass, I was told to get up in the sling. In a previous meeting, I had told the guy about what my bf had done to me. Once I was strapped in, he asked if was willing to let go and submit myself to the group. They wouldn't hurt me, but I was going to take as much cum as they felt I deserved. After I was strapped in, he told me to open up my mouth and he inserted a ball gag. He said that he wanted me to watch as I took poz loads all night, but he didn't want me to have the chance to back out. I nodded and eyed the slams. He planned to double slam me and as he was getting me ready several of the guys took theirs. The cough was strong and I couldn't focus. I knew I was in for a long night. I thought I was going to get fucked, but instead I watched as a large black butt plug started entering my ass. I wanted it so bad, but after a short hiatus of not getting fuckied, I was nice and tight. After a big hit of poppers, I loosened up and felt the plug pop into my ass. Several of the guys were sucking and fucking each other. I was so focused on them, I didn't even notice that someone had started fisting me. After a few tries the guy pulled his hand out covered in cum and lube. He walked around and had some one tag the gag off. He said lick this and taste the cum that is going to change your life. I licked every last drop and as he was doing this the first of many guys started fucking me. Over and over I watched as each one of them shot their loads in my ass. After they had all shot at least one load in me, they shoved a buttplug in me and unstrapped me. While many of them went off on their own, my host and one of his friends told me that I was going to be theirs to whore out for the night. They left the gag on me and fitted a harness on me. Out we went to roam the halls. I like being watched, but I had never been shown off like this. The first room had a tall black guy. They asked if he wanted to get off and he said yeah. I went in and laid on the bed and had the ball gag taken out. I was told to suck him and get him hard. While I as sucking him, the guys I was with started fucking me. It didn't take long before he was hard and his 8.5" thick veiny cock was ready. He pulled out and I was given a big hit of poppers. My host said I like it rough and to fuck as hard and long as he would like. I was starting to get really horny again. What I didn't know was that I had taken a large booty bump. Without any hesitation, he slid right in and pushed my head and shoulders into the pillow. I yelped because of the pain but i couldn't move. They asked the guy if he was poz or neg. He said poz and they told him I was looking to convert that night. You could tell that was what he needed to send him over the edge. Within a few minutes, he was pounding me so hard I couldn't keep quiet anymore. I was moaning so loud. The ball gag was slipped back on to try to shut me up. Before he started to cum, he said that he wasn't on meds and that I would definitely get a charge from him. I just moaned and pretended like I wanted to get up. That was just what he needed because forced his dick so far up me and left it there as he started to shoot. I could feel him flex inside me. He told me not to move. He slid his dick partially out and told me to squeeze and not to stop. He starts fucking me again while he kept saying tighter to me over and over. Within a few minutes his moans and pace started to pick up as I got load #2 from him. He said he wanted to give me one more load and asked my host to lay on the bed and then instructed me to sit on it. After giving me a big hit of poppers, he took no mercy and shoved his dick up my ass. Tears were running down my face and my host smiled as he watched me get fucked. I could feel the cum leaking out. The other guy had opened the door and a large crowd was watching as he shot one last load in me. After we were done, they slipped the plug back in me and we walked out. This time I wasn't given a towel at all. I was walking around naked with cum running down my legs. For the next few hours, I took loads in the hallway and in rooms from anyone they wanted to fuck me. My host could tell my buzz was wearing off, he also wanted me to finish up with his group. He let me take short break. I was ready to finish things for the night, but when I went to go get my stuff, I was ushered back into the room. More guys were there and the mattress had been placed on the floor. Some rope was set up to restrain me. I hesitated for a second and the host told me that they weren't finished with me yet. The butt plug was removed and reinserted with a large booty bump. I could feel the burn as poppers were shoved under my nose. I held my arm out and told him to do it before I changed my mind. I watched as both arms were prepped and slammed. This was stronger than before and with the booty bump kicking in soon, I wasn't going to be able to say much. The gag was put back on and I was tied down to the bed. Several guys started filming as one after another started fucking my ass. Between fucks, I had dildos and fists shoved up my ass. Some guy also thought it would be fun to double fuck me with the dildos. Luckily, one of the guys kept hitting me with poppers. I was so out of it, I had no idea how long I was tied down. I had several flashback while this was going on and cried several times remembering what my bf had done to me several years before. The t wouldn't let me feel bad for long as the pleasure of getting fucked was off the charts. The ball gag was taken out and cock after cock was shoved in my mouth to clean off. Without notice, one guy started pissing in my mouth. He told me to look forward to a little boost. I couldn't take it all so he finished all over my head and face. I must have said at some point that I needed to take a break. My host said that they were done with me anyways and that I could leave when he got off in me. While he fucked me, he took handfuls of the cum that was leaking out of me and shoved it in my mouth and face. To finish off, he mad me sit on a huge dildo and then he double fucked me until he came. As he shot in me, I finally started stroking my hard dick. I had the biggest orgasm and he actually told me to take it easy as I clinched my ass while I was shooting. The guy that had watched over me part of the evening, bent down and licked up my cum. He then gave me a big mouthful as he started to kiss me. As I was heading out, the guy that kissed me at the end asked if I wanted to go to his place to relax and unwind. I took him up on the offer. After we got settled at his place, which meant we were naked feeling each other, he said that he always wanted to find a bottom like me to date and have fun with. I was surprised since most kinky tops aren't really interested in the relationship part. We have a date set for next week. I did spill the beans to him that I actually was poz and he got extremely turned on. More to come...
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Planning a trip to LA. Any recommendations for hotels/motels that would be easy for guys to come and go? Elevators that do not require a room key? Looking to host a gangbang, so will need a place that would be easy for guys to get to my room without any hassles. Hit me up - eagerbeaverto@gmail.com Also hit me up if you want to dump your load in my ass!
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I will be in D.C. March 18-20 and looking to take any and every load all weekend at my hotel. Check out my party ad on BBRT (hornybottom4u) and send me an invite if you will be in town and want to join! -
The sight that greeted Bob Maloney as he approached his driveway would have made the average divorced father of eighteen and nineteen year-old boys panic. For Bob however, the presence of one unmarked and one fully adorned county sheriff's car parked in his driveway made his cock twinge and his balls tighten. There were also three bikes lying near the closed garage door. These he knew belonged to three of his eldest son, Ryan's best friends. Brian Welton would have driven up in the unmarked car. Brian and Bob had been friends, and almost best friends, since first grade. Their thirty-year friendship involved just about every sort of activity any two men or boys had ever been involved in. Syd Hadley would half driven the other car. Syd was the elected sheriff of Marshall County and Brian's boss. The bikes and cars told Bob that at least Ryan was home and having a good time. As he got out of the car, he wondered if little Scotty was also home. Inside the garage, Brian unlocked the door to his home and family's deepest secret. From the outside, it looked as though three years earlier he had added an 18' X 24' storage room. No windows, but there were a pair of skylights that could be opened or covered depending upon the kind of mood being set in the secret room. The skylights were closed so he needed a couple minutes to fully adjust. Experience told him there were three figures in the northwest corner of the dim room. He stepped past the empty stocks, unused sawhorse and vacant X-frame that took the place of lawnmowers, table saws or other home equipment. On the walls where one might expect tools, there was wide variety of whips, a half-dozen paddles and a series of four, 6"-long shelves that held an array of several dozen dildos and butt plugs of varying lengths, widths, shapes and styles and assorted other toys for inflicting pain and pleasure. In three places, shackles hung from the solid beams of the open framed roof. One figure stood in front of and the second stood behind a sling. These were the naked forms of Syd and Brian. In the sling was Bob's nineteen-year-old son, Ryan. The two men dwarfed his slender 5' 3" frame. Brian was the epitome of tall, dark and handsome. He stood 6' 4" tall, carried 190# of tanned and sculptured muscle, had brown hair, deep brown eyes and dimples that had melted girls' (and at least one boy's) hearts for as long as anyone could remember. Syd was just over 6' tall. He weighed almost 240 pounds of mixed muscle and fat. Ten years ago it had been all muscle, but age and a decadent lifestyle that included too much booze and unhealthy food was rapidly altering his physique. However, Bob had no doubt the sheriff could still kick his ass and maybe Brian's as well. Brian's groin was pressed hard against the boy's face. If the guy had a hard on, and Bob was almost certain he did, that meant 8" of cock meat were stuffed into his son's mouth and down his throat. In some positions that much cock might choke the kid, but his father had taught him the skill of laying face up and head back and letting men slide their cocks completely out of sight. Bob learned it by force as a high school freshman when five seniors laid him on a bench in the locker room and each fucked his young, but willing mouth and throat. "You giving my son's mouth a real hard fuck?" he asked his old friend from across the room. As Bob quickly covered the distance between them, Brian replied, "You know I am buddy. Your boy has the sweetest mouth in the county. There ain't another kid, male or female, who suck and swallow dick like him." He may have had more to say, but Bob came up behind him and turned his face so they could share a deep hard kiss. Bob slid a hand down the deputy's strong back and grabbed a good fistful of his muscular ass. There was more than enough sweat to moisten two fingers and slide them into the often-fucked hole hidden in the deep crevice. Brian, moaning with pleasure from the quick invasion, broke the kiss and said, "Yeah buddy, I'm fucking his little mouth and throat real good. How about you doing the same to my ass!" Bob bit at Brian's earlobe and replied, "Oh, you know I'll fuck this hard ass real good, but not quite yet. First, I'll have me a quick taste." With that, he withdrew the two fingers and slid them into his mouth not six inches from Brian's face. "MMM! You always have had the best tasting ass around." Syd watched the two old friends make out as he continued to fuck Bob's son's ass. The sheriff's cock was not nearly as long as Brian's, but it more than made up for the reduced length. He and many of those he fucked swore he had the fattest cock in this part of the state. It was a little over six inches long, but was nearly nine inches around. The cute teen was taking every inch in long, firm strokes. Even if his mouth had not been stuffed with a hard dick, he would not have been crying out in pain. All three men knew that it was all but certain Ryan would be begging for more cock and harder and deeper strokes. At nineteen, Ryan had years experience as a pussy for well-hung boys and lately men as well. He could take the biggest cock in the county and still beg for more. His dad had recently started shaving his adolescent ass and legs so they would always be as smooth as had been a few years ago. Ryan never complained about getting fucked. Sure, the first time had hurt, but even that experience had become pleasurable as his ass loosened up and accepted his dad's manhood. Ryan had already been a pretty good cocksucker even before he'd been getting fucked. In the years since, the lad had regularly practiced taking cock from both ends. When men asked which he liked better, Ryan would honestly answer that he wasn't sure. Some days he had an unquenchable thirst for cum and the feel of a cock in his mouth and on others he felt hollow and empty without a cock up his pussy. The only days he knew for sure which he wanted were when the fuck-itch would hit him and he had to have his deep insides scratched! Bob broke his kiss with Brian and stepped nearer to the sheriff. He and Syd exchanged a hearty handshake and greeting. Bob's eyes fell to his son's slender, hairless body and he saw the pool of cum on the boy's stomach and chest. He estimated there must be at least two if not three loads of cum cooling on his son's body. "How long have you guys been fucking my boy?" Bob asked. "It's only been about half an hour," responded Syd. "Hell, Brian's only shot one load in his cocksucker's mouth and I haven't even cum once in his tight pussy. Why do you ask?" "Oh, I just saw the pools of cum by his miniature prick and was wondering if it was two loads or three," said Bob. "Two," answered the deputy, his groin again pressed hard against Ryan's lips. "The first was a big one and the second was nice, too. I guess you didn't find anybody to fuck you at school today and came home with a full load in those teen balls of yours?" Brian directed his question to the boy knowing he could not possibly answer in words. Ryan groaned almost inaudibly. The men watched as his untouched cock began to twitch. It was clear he was about to cum for a third time, but his dad had other plans. One hand quickly grasped his son's cock and the other flicked one finger painfully against the tender piss hole once and then twice. Ryan's body jerked and his stuffed mouth tried to scream, but it was no use. Bob repeated the torture of his son two more times before the need to cum passed and the small cock shriveled into its almost nonexistent limp form. Bob played with his son's tiny cock with mixed curiosity and disgust. The cause for his disgust was obvious. At ninetten, when he should be becoming a man and showing some muscular development, his pussy of a son still sported the cock of a little boy. He corrected himself and thought that wasn't exactly correct. Ryan's eighteen year-old brother's cock was almost four inches longer and two and half inches thicker. How could his nineteen-year-old son have a cock that measured barely 3.5" when hard? Bob knew it must the contaminated genes of his ex-wife's family. At the same age, he had sported almost eight inches of pussy pleasing meat. He, like his son, was already a cocksucker at that age, but all his fucking had been with girls. It was not until his 21st birthday that he had first fucked a boy or had his ass fucked. It had been a special treat from his best friend's dad. The man fucked both boys and then watched Bob fuck his willing buddy. Bob placed a hand on Syd's meaty buttocks and slid it into the deep crease. He attempted to finger the man's ass but it was clenched tightly shut. "Sorry, man," the sheriff said. "I don't want to cum yet and your fingers would make me do just that." "No problem," the father of the boy the man was fucking said. "How about giving me a taste of this instead." Bob's hand managed to grab Syd's cock on an outward stroke. "Sure, man. I just love watching a dad lick his son's ass juices off my big fat fuck-stick." He stepped back a pace and his cock audibly popped out of Ryan's ass. The eighteen year-old cunt hole did not close and the two men got a good look at the exposed red interior. Bob knelt and took just the head of Syd's cock in his mouth. His taste buds exploded with the array of flavors. He pressed forward and managed to get half the fat monster into his mouth. He nursed the thick shaft for a while before letting it escape his mouth. He then used his tongue to gather the ass juices and other heady flavors from the rest of the sheriff's cock. At some point Brian removed his cock from the boy's throat because Bob heard his son plead, "Aw, c'mon, dad. Let him put it back in me. I need a fuck real bad and besides, you can suck it after he shoots. I know how much you like the taste of my pussy with a coating of cum." The father could not disagree with his son's logic. He stood up and used his left hand to guide the sheriff's cock back to his son's almost closed-up pussy. Bob placed the fat tip at the opening and watched it spread wide and ready itself for more fucking. Sheriff Hadley grunted and in one smooth stroke returned his cock to the boy's pussy. Bob leaned over and licked the pool of cum from his son's body. Warm or cool he could think of almost nothing that tasted so good. Seeing that Ryan's cock was once again fully erect and seemingly ready to fire another load, he took just the head between his teeth and bit hard. Ryan's body jerked and he tried to scream through a stuffed throat and mouth, but no sound came out. His father had learned long ago that his son reacted strangely to pain. When it was his tiny cock being abused the boy reacted like most others. He'd lose his erection if he had one and the imminent desire to cum. However, he still claimed to feel pleasure at some deeper point in his body. If the pain was administered to other parts of his young anatomy, Ryan's senses directed it straight to his cock as pleasure. Bob first learned this when he gave his son a spanking for his sixth birthday and found the six semi-playful slaps resulted in a tiny 1.5" erection. Further trials over the ensuing years found nearly every type of pain inflicted to any portion of his body had the same effect. The most sensitive areas, not surprisingly, were his little boy ass cheeks and tits. The later could no longer be described as "little boy tits" because of years of treatment from snakebite suction cups and various clips and clamps, often with weights attached. The now puffed out and elongated nipples looked more like a teenaged girl's 'puffies,' but they were attached to the perfectly flat chest of a slender young boy. Bob stood up and again eyed the hot scene of his son being fucked from both ends by the two lawmen. He pinched the sheriff's meaty tits – the man had developed his over nearly twenty years of dedicated work – and then kissed the deputy. "By the way, are Jason, Tyler and PJ in the house with Mark?" he asked, inquiring about the three bike owners and his younger son. "Yeah, they got here about twenty minutes ago. We already had Ryan up and the sling and were fucking him good, so they said they'd just go and have some fun with Mark," said Syd. "They each took a couple stabs at Brian's ass though before they left. So I guess that was less than fifteen minutes before you got here." "Thanks guys. I think I know where to find them." Bob did indeed have a pretty good idea about where the three teenagers and his eighteen year-old would be. Mark was, if anything, the hottest and nastiest of the Maloney males. His age and size meant he had trouble taking deep the huge cocks and other toys his dad and older brother sometimes experienced. However, he more than made up for size in sheer numbers. Bob had no doubt that in the last two years his youngest son had been fucked almost as often as his older brother and dad combined. He was, with the exception of Ryan's pain fetish, the kinkiest of the trio. Bob entered the main portion of the house and then turned right. Down one flight of stairs was the partially finished basement. The part that was finished was a large, brightly lit open corner. White tiles on both walls and the floor reflected the shine from a pair of bright lights that doubled as heat lamps. There was a single showerhead on one wall. The entire floor was slanted slightly to drain all water to a 5' circle that was six inches deeper that the rest of the area and had a closable drain in its center. Visitors were told the area was a convenient place for two young boys and their friends to clean up and not track dirt or mud through the house. The room's primary purpose was as a water sports playground and its most frequent user was little Mark. The boys were eight and five the first time Bob caught Ryan pissing on his little brother in the bathtub. He had naturally been angry and was about to punish the seemingly abusive older son when Mark cried though piss-coated lips, "Don't hurt him, dad. It's okay. I asked him to do it. I liked getting pee-pee on me." This afternoon two young teens stood near the center of the tiled area while another teen knelt between the legs of the boys. Jason and Tyler held their adolescent cocks and directed streams of piss onto the face and directly into the mouth of Mark. The boy was clearly trying to swallow as much of the yellow streams as possible while lying on his back, but his mouth looked more like an erupting piss volcano. At the same time, PJ fucked the boy's pussy. >From several feet away, Bob admired the four youths. Jason and Tyler could easily be brothers and indeed were cousins. Both had the blue- eyed, blond-haired boyish good looks that drove man and girls crazy. Their bodies were deeply tanned with only slightly paler areas where small swimming suits occasionally hid a portion of each boy. Being blondes, they had no noticeable body hair and Bob's very intimate oral inspections had found very little transparent peach fuzz. He wondered how long they would stay such perfect examples of boyish beauty. He hoped they would allow him to shave their legs and asses like he did Ryan's. He had already suggested shaving their young bushes, but both boys had refused. The price they paid for the refusal was not being allowed to come to the house for a week. A punishment that backfired on Bob because the pair found other places to fuck his sons and he did not have the chance to share in their bodies. Both boys claimed to have their cherries in tact and, when Bob asked his sons, Ryan and Mark confirmed that neither had ever fucked either boy. They said they had never seen the boys allow anyone else to fuck them, either. PJ, Sheriff Hadley, Deputy Welton and Bob had frequently tried to take the boys' cherries, but were always rebuked. Each, plus Mark and Ryan, had spent considerable time eating those smooth, tight, pink holes and Bob had even fingered each a couple times. The blonde beauties claimed to be basically straight and that fucking a pussy-boy like Jason or little Mark just made them even bigger studs. The three men had each pointed out how story did not explain all the time the pair spent sucking cock, a skill both had honed quite well. The cute blondes answered these charges the only way possible, with silence. PJ, the boy who was fucking young Mark, was a gorgeous mulatto. His black father was a structural engineer with the largest construction firm in town and his white mother was a teacher at the high school. She would be Ryan's biology teacher during the coming year. Bob knew the parents intimately. A dozen cars and nearly two-dozen guests at an early morning party in the couple's home prompted a complaint call to Syd. The call came from a pair of bigoted neighbors who made no attempt to conceal their hatred for the racially mixed couple. Upon his arrival that early morning, Syd indeed found a party in progress. However, every car was parked legally and there was no noise audible from the sidewalk. Knowing the nosy neighbors would be watching he approached the door. After a couple minutes, the hostess answered his knocking wearing a very skimpy robe. He looked over her shoulder and around the dimly lit room and saw a large number of partially dressed, and a few totally naked, people. Some were slow dancing and others were in varied intimate embraces. He quickly explained the reason for his visit and told the woman that there was no problem and to enjoy herself. She was pleasantly surprised at his tolerance and gave the sheriff a quick treat. She dropped the robed and displayed her well-toned form to his appreciative eye. When Syd learned PJ and Jason were fuck buddies, he told Bob about the party he had observed. He added that it was clear not all couplings were male and females. Indeed some of them were actually trios. Bob took it upon himself to make his introduction to the couple. He did so under the false guise of a father worried about his son and theirs engaging in homosexual activity. PJ's parents proved not only to be not concerned that their son was fucking and sucking with other boys, their biggest care was that Bob not be upset that his son had a racially mixed lover. When Bob explained his real reason for coming, a chance to meet a sexually attractive and intriguing couple, an immediate bond was formed. Before he left that evening, Bob had fucked both husband and wife. In turn, the handsome black man had fucked him. They repeated the experience several times and had even included their two sons. Bob loved to sit back and watch the woman strap on a 9" pink dildo and fuck her son while the man used his slightly smaller cock to fuck Ryan. He would move about the room to sample the assorted mouths and other holes with his cock and lips. Bob's one regret was that he could not attend the bi-sexual free-for-alls they hosted every other month. The couple said anything could and did happen, but the one rule was married couples only. Not even a man and woman who lived together would be allowed, and singles were strictly taboo. Bob noticed that while PJ had his entire 6" chocolate milk-colored cock buried in little Mark's ass, he was not actually fucking the boy. There was a look of peace and ease on the older boy's face. He wondered if PJ had just cum deep in his son's pussy. As he continued to watch, Mark's flat little belly began to swell like a woman rapidly going through the early stages of pregnancy. The man stepped forward and placed on strong hand on the dark-skinned youth's shoulder. The boy jerked slightly, but did not remove his cock or begin fucking. "Are you pissing in my son's pussy?" Bob asked in a nonchalant tone. "Yeah," the kid admitted in a flat voice like he was doing the most natural thing in the world. Then he added, "How'd you know?" Leaning over to give Mark's rounded tummy a soft pat he said, "My skinny son usually doesn't look like a pregnant girl in her sixth month." By now the two blondes had finished pissing on and in Mark. Jason had moved over the small boy in a "69" position. His body hid the kid's swollen belly. Tyler was next to Bob and began removing the man's clothes. He did not resist and the youngster quickly had him as naked as the four boys. Bob's cock was only partially erect, but Tyler's 'straight' lips and tongue quickly had him hard. Next to Ryan, Tyler was probably the best cocksucker of the bunch and Bob had to push him away to prevent cumming much too quickly. PJ was now fucking little Mark. His nearly man-sized prick was sliding smoothly in and out of the young boy's pussy. Once the broad head popped free and was accompanied by a quick squirt of piss. Tyler stepped behind PJ and held his hips steady just long enough to push his cock into the darker boy's ass. The pair then combined to fuck young Mark while Bob moved from Tyler to Jason and back to Tyler sampling their asses and prodding his tongue into their virgin cunts. PJ was the first to cum. The combined effect of Mark's tight, piss- filled pussy grasping his cock and Tyler's prick working his fuck chute pushed him over the limit. He groaned and jab-fucked Mark half a dozen times before the rigor left his body. His shoulders slumped and he fell or Jason's torso. Tyler was next. The nipping and grabbing his cock got from PJ as he came did the trick and he fired his supply of creamy boy juice into his friend's ass. When Tyler's cock slid free, Bob was there to claim the mixture of cum and ass juice. He thought PJ had the best tasting ass he had ever eaten and always strove to be first in line to suck a cock that had just fucked him. When Tyler's cock was mostly clean, the man switched his attention to the perfectly rounded cheeks of the black youth's ass. He kissed the smooth globes before prying them apart. His tongue quickly found the slightly opened hole and slid easily inside. The savory flavor of warm cum and steamy boy-cunt immediately met Bob's lips and tongue. He worked about and gathered as much of the tasty mixture as possible before standing up and kissing PJ. While he had been eating the youngster's ass, Jason had cum in Mark's mouth and added a creamy frosting to the bellyful of piss. Jason was now kneeling before the younger boy and the pair were kissing, their piss and cum soaked lips and tongues locked together. PJ's cock had softened and slid free of Mark's ass allowing a stream of the same mixture to burst free. Bob could see traces of cum mixed in with the piss that had not yet found its way down the drain. He quickly pushed his face into the pool and claimed several mouthfuls of the mixture. By now Bob was the only person in the room with a hard on. That fact quickly came to the boys' attention. Jason was the quickest, getting his left hand and lips on the target first. PJ, however, was slightly larger, a little stronger and far more determined. He pushed Jason away, rolled Bob onto his back and kept the other two boys at bay. When he had applied a thick coating of spit to the entire shaft, the dark youth moved over the man's body and sat his teen-boy cunt on the hard shaft. It slid smoothly into the freshly fucked hole until the boy's ass was pressed to the man's hard thighs. Bob loved fucking the firm, snug asses of young boys. He had since he too was that age and with few exceptions, none were as good as PJ. Not only was the kid's dark skin a definite turn on, but also his ass had the perfect shape of a young athletic god. The boy's pussy could also take a big cock like few others. Years of training from countless guys had turned the boy's cunt into a highly educated trench ready to treat any interested man. Other than Ryan and Mark, PJ was the only young boy Bob knew who could take Syd's extra wide fucker. PJ slid his entire body up and down the man's cock at a leisurely pace. Bob lay back and relished the pleasure and relaxed way it was being given. He his eyes closed, he felt a pair of warm stiff prods bump against his cheeks. Without opening his eyes, the man knew they must be the stiff pricks of Jason and Tyler. He parted his lips and let the pair take turns fucking his mouth. Occasionally, the cousins managed to get the heads of both cocks in his mouth at the same time. He wondered what Mark was up to until he heard PJ groan, "Oh, yeah. Suck my cock. Lick my balls some, too. Yeah, Mark, you've a got mouth. Swallow it all. Fuck your throat." Being the only one in the room who had not cum at least once, Bob's cock was the first to erupt. He thrust his hips upward adding to the depth and power of the fuck he and PJ were giving each other. When he came, his body jerked up hard and likely would have dislodged a less experience partner. PJ quickly regained his balance, pressed hard downward to get Bob another half inch deeper and accepted the man's love offering. Five jets of milky cum exploded deep into his body as he willed his insides to try and milk even more. PJ was the next to cum. When Bob's body eased under him, the teen relaxed and let the man's son take his load. This was his third cum in less than forty-five minutes and amounted to two small bursts and an equal amount that simply seeped into the boy's mouth. PJ, his lust sated and his body sapped of all strength fell backward onto Bob's body just as the other two boys came. Jason's cock was in the man's mouth and most of his cum found a home there as well. Tyler's cum sprayed in the open and landed on the side of Bob and PJ's faces. Feeling the wet splashes and knowing exactly what they were, PJ turned his face to the left licking the remainder of the boy's cum as it dribbled down the erect shaft. Mark, having completed cleaning the dark youth's cock, looked up and saw the cum- streaked faces. He quickly moved forward and claimed these traces of male cream as well. A few minutes later, the five bodies still lay in a heap on the tile floor. Jason lay somewhat away from the group. Mark lay atop Tyler's dozing form. Between the three boys, PJ lay with his back and ass pressed against Bob's body. The man's semi-erect cock was still in the youngster's pussy. Their rest was disturbed by the booming voice of Sheriff Hadley. "Well, what do we have here? I do believe it is a perverted pedophile and the four boys he just finished molesting. Correction, it seems he is still molesting one of them." "I don't believe you have any room to talk Syd," said Bob slowly sitting up. The movement was enough to adjust PJ's position and dislodge his cock from the boy. Syd and Brian watched a white stream of cum flow from the boy's open pussy. "As I recall, twenty minutes ago you and the good deputy were doing likewise to my son." "Twenty minutes? Hell, barely more than twenty seconds ago he still had two big man-sized cocks in his hot teen-boy body, and I bet he can still feel them!" "Anybody thirsty?" asked Brian. "I've got a load of piss built up that could drown a horse." Wordlessly and as if in a trance, Mark knelt in front of the handsome man and took Brian's flaccid five-inch cock into his mouth. He held it loosely, not sucking or using his tongue. Ready for the hot flood, the boy lifted his eyes until they met the deputy's. Brian relaxed the muscles holding back his piss and let his flow begin. The initial surge filled Mark's mouth and a little dribbled from his mouth. PJ started to move toward Mark. He liked piss almost as much as the eighteen year-old and hated to see even this little bit go to waste. A strong hand on his shoulder stopped him. Looking up, he saw Syd one hand on PJ's shoulder and the other holding his red, limp cock. As the dark youngster looked at the fat cock, a stream of dark yellow piss burst up and into his face. The man's hand pinched off the heady flow until PJ dropped to his knees and locked his lips around the cum, ass and piss flavored head. "Here it comes boy. I hope you are one very thirsty piss drinking faggot cause I got a big load stored up. I was going to piss it into that other teen-pussy, but he passed out on me." PJ opened his mouth briefly and mumbled around the man's cock. It sounded like, "Give it to me mister. I need your piss." Bob thought that was close to what the boy said or would have said had he been able. While he was still trying to decipher the youth's exact words, PJ's mouth was flooded with piss. His lips closed around the squirting tip and he, like his best friend's little brother, strained to swallow as much of the golden treasure as possible. For nearly a minute Deputy Welton and Sheriff Hadley filled and re- filled the boys' mouths. When PJ's or Mark's mouth would begin to overflow, the man pissing into that boy would stop or at least slow the pace of his stream. By the time they were finally finished giving the boys their twin treats, both men had the beginnings of new hard- ons. PJ and Mark kept up their oral service until the men were completely hard and continued until they had cum one last time. The boys turned to each other and kissed. Their small pointed tongues trading the creamy treat each had been offered. "Wow, those are two hot mouths. Bob you have to be the luckiest guy in the world. With a pair of hot cocksucking pussy-boys like yours around all day and this gorgeous little slut visiting regularly," Syd slid a hand down PJ's chest. He pinched and tugged a dark purple nipple and then let his hand slide down and around to squeeze his ass. "I think I would have fucked myself to death by now." "Yeah, man," agreed Brian. "Anytime you want a little extra help keeping their pussies happy, just give us a call." "Guys, you know you don't need an invitation. You're welcome anytime. Just drop on by or, hell you're the law, just arrest them and fuck their hot cunts in the squad car in one of the cells down at the station," said Bob. "Don't forget to offer their pussies to the other officers and any inmates, as well. "You've got a deal," agreed Syd. The three men shook hands and the two lawmen headed back to get their clothes and return to the station. Bob looked back at PJ and Mark and saw they were still ready for more action. PJ, despite being completely hard, was pissing in Mark's face. The youngster let the stream splash against his face. The liquid gold was soaking his hair and body. His dad leaned over and took the dark cock into his mouth and took a drink of the steamy piss. When PJ had emptied his bladder, he and Bob shared Mark's piss. They took long drinks. They let is splash against their faces. They played in the warm stream like little kids in the summer rain. When Mark finished, the three shared a pissed-spiced kiss and rubbed their wet bodies against each other. Bob suggested they step under the shower and rinse off the sharp smelling liquid, but both boys said they liked the smell, taste and feel of the piss drying on their young bodies. The nastiness of drinking and playing in so much hot piss had all three hard again. Bob decided to lead them back into the other room and see what Ryan and the others were up to. They found Ryan alone in the dimly lit room. Syd, Brian, Jason and Tyler had all dressed and left. Ryan was no longer in the sling, however. Chains attached to wrist cuffs now suspended him so even his straining toes were still an inch off the floor. His dad approached with an arm around each of the other boys and two fingers in each of their well-fucked pussies. Bob saw that either Jason and Tyler or Syd and Brian had left his son in quite a predicament. A butt plug, the man's quick inventory of the shelves told him it was hand-shaped and about the size of an average woman's fist, was secure in the boy's cunt. A parachute-style ball- stretcher was tightly grasped his young scrotum. Two heavy lead weights, two-pounders Bob estimated, were suspended from the stretcher. They drug the boy's balls down several inches below where they normally hung. A clear plastic tube, a 3/8" catheter, ran from somewhere deep in the boy's piss hole to his mouth. Finally, metal clips attached a chain to Ryan's stretched-out nipples. "Wow, dad! Look at Ryan! They really strung him up good. Would you do that to me, too." Bob looked down at his beautiful younger son and slid a third finger deep into his pussy. Then using only those digits and the palm of his hand cupping the lad's ass he lifted him four feet into the air. Mark squealed with glee as he shot through the air, his pussy stretched by the thick invaders. Bob set him down directly below another set of chains and lowered them until he could secure the leather cuffs to the boy's slender wrists. PJ, reluctantly leaving Bob's side because it meant the man's fingers would leave his ass, stepped over to a switch. A nearly silent motor retracted the chains until Mark swung by his wrists a foot and a half above the floor. The dusky youth walked back to where Bob stood between his suspended sons. They whispered as if they were making secret plans for the young boy. As was intended, Mark could hear much of what was said and his cock leapt back to life. PJ went to one shelf and came back with a leather gag that extended around Mark's face and buckled in place. It also had a realistic six-inch dildo that filled his mouth and throat. Bob picked up one of his favorite toys and with a wicked smile showed it to his helpless son saying, "Today's the day you take all three." The three he referred to were a golf ball, a blue rubber ball that was about the size of a tennis ball and baseball. A friend of Bob's had drilled holes through all three. A nylon rope connected them and knots in the rope held the balls in place. The man had used the unique device on his son's pussy twice, but neither time was the boy able to take anymore than just the baseball, if it went in first, or just the two smaller orbs if the golf ball went up his cunt first. However, neither time before had the lad's cunt been so thoroughly fucked in preparation. Bob considered using his fist to further prepare his son, but decided his and PJ's cocks should be enough. "Which do you want first?" asked Bob, temporarily removing the gag from his son's mouth. As he did, PJ attached a ball-stretcher to Mark's nuts that was similar to and only slightly smaller than the one torturing his brother. Just as Mark was about to answer, PJ clipped on a 12 oz. weight and let it drop four inches. The boy's answer quickly became a squeal of pain. "AAAAWWWWW!" he groaned. Then, when the pain had subsided and the pleasure had begun, Mark said in an almost dreamy voice, "Put the baseball in first dad. I want it to stretch me real good and plow a lane for the others." Bob did as his son requested. Replacing the cock-gag, he coated the largest ball with lubricant and pressed it against Mark's pussy. The ball was almost half the size of each of the boy's ass cheeks. Bob pressed hard, relaxed his pressure as his son cried out in pain and pressed again. This time he rotated the ball and then pulled it away a second time. On the second try, he had gotten within millimeters of having the widest part of it up his son's cunt. He knew he could have pushed just a bit harder and had the task complete, but he had two other objectives as well. For one, he loved looking into the gaping maw that was his son's empty pussy after it had been so thoroughly stretched. He could see the pink and red inner membranes that would hold a cock in such warm softness. Second, he liked the extra pain caused by rotating the ball's raised seams. He had opened ten different boxes at the store until he found this one and had selected it for this feature. Mark admitted that he also loved the burning sensation caused by the bright red stitching. On the third try the ball popped into Mark's cunt with surprising ease. The combination of the earlier stretching and his dad's decision to push a little harder had the job accomplished quickly. Bob grabbed the end of the rope and began to tease his son's hole. He pulled on the rope just a little and watched as the entire area between his legs distended. The tugs weren't enough to expose the ball, however. That was the purpose of the next several tugs. Each time, more and more of the ball was forcefully extracted from Mark's cunt. PJ was certain that another fraction of an inch and it would pop free. Bob made sure that did not happen. After tormenting his son by pulling on the ball, he gave him a rest before beginning to work it deeper. He turned to PJ and told him to get one of the glass rods. The older youth smiled wickedly knowing what the man had in mind. He brought him an eight-inch long clear glass rod that was about the size of Ryan's catheter. That observation brought the older boy back to mind and Bob took a minute to inspect him. Going over to his older son, he slapped the boy's stuffed ass sharply. A pink glow developed and he caressed the fiery flesh. Then using two fingers to grasp his son's sorry excuse for a cock and, pinching it so hard he could feel the catheter, he said, "I cannot believe that my son. The fruit of my loins, the progeny of this cock," he gripped his big dick and shook it at Ryan, "could have such a puny disgusting excuse for a prick." He pinched the tiny head between thumb and index finger nails. When Ryan cried in pain, the plastic tube came free and his father's mouth pressed against his. Their kiss was deep and hard and tasted of boy-piss, the catheter having done its job. Bob broke the kiss and with a secret smile to let Ryan know how much he truly was loved said, "Now back to my real son. The one who's going to have a real cock not just an overgrown clit." He his attention went back to Mark and PJ. The first thing he noticed was the glass rod. Less than two inches of the clear glass was visible where it extended from Mark's piss hole. Bob didn't have to be a math whiz to know four inches of the rod ran the length of the boy's cock and that meant two more inches extended even deeper inside. The ever present hard on and the fresh tears attested to the implement's potential for pleasure and pain. Bob reached for the rubber ball and gave it a heavy coating of the white lubricant. He put it against Mark's ass and with no preamble forced it up his son's pussy. For a moment he thought the quick assault was going to fail, but then he sensed more than felt his son's insides give way. The ball popped in so fast it was almost as though Mark's cunt had sucked it out of his hand. The boy tried to scream, but little more than a muffled grunt escaped from around the penis gag. Mark would have instinctively tried to pull away from the invasion of his pussy if he could have done so. However, with his feet off the ground, the boy could not control what happened to his body. PJ and Bob watched as the second ball was drawn deeper into the boy's pussy. The stretched opening was finally allowed to close around the thin nylon rope. "Go get the nipple cups," the man said to PJ. "Get them nice and wet and then make them really pull Mark's nips. By this time next year they, like his cock, should be bigger and meatier than his brother's." PJ got the twin bulbs, wetted them first and then sucked the young boy's nipples until they were nice and hard. Two pumps worked and the tiny brown circles were being stretched outward and the even tinier nipples were filling with blood and other fluids. "Ready for the last ball?" Bob asked his tortured, but sexually thrilled son. The boy nodded and did his best to smile around the gag and cock that covered and filled his mouth. Bob didn't bother putting any of the lube on the last ball. There was so much grease in and around the boy's pussy it wouldn't matter. Besides, the challenge now was forcing the two big invaders already in his pussy deeper so there would be room for the much smaller third ball. Bob pulled on the exposed rope and drew the rubber ball partially from his son's pussy. He did this several times enjoying the look of the cunt as it stretched open and the way the boy sucked the ball back inside every time he let go. Next the man used two fingers to open his son and push the balls deeper inside. His efforts were met by immediate resistance the first several tries. On the six or seventh, he felt the slender boys frame shudder and instantly there was a two inch gap between the rubber ball and Mark's cunt lips. Wondering what had provided the sudden opening, Bob looked around to the front of Mark's body and saw that PJ held his son's cock head tightly between his teeth. The dark-skinned boy pulled back his kissable lips and clearly displayed the bright white teeth that dug cruelly into the boy's sex. PJ released his bite and gave Mark a chance to recover from the pain, before biting him again. This time Bob was ready and popped the last ball into his son's cunt. Again the lips closed slowly as the ball worked itself deeper into the child. Bob told PJ to release Mark's cock and to come look at his totally stuffed pussy. The teen could not believe all three of the balls were up the kid's cunt. He figured he could probably handle all three, but he was still surprised he could take all three balls. Bob was hard again and PJ took his cock into mouth and gently sucked on it. The man moved slowly about the room examining each of his captive sons. He made sure PJ could follow his movements without having to release his cock. Bob stopped to speak with his oldest son. Sliding the fist-shaped dildo in and out of his son's cunt, Bob said, "Ryan, I'm sorry that I barely had time to say 'Hi'. But then you were a little preoccupied when I got here weren't you? So how was school?" Ryan tried to answer without loosing the catheter. His dad volunteered to hold it. As the boy answered his father's questions, the man alternately blew air into and then sucked even more air out of the tube. "It, oh … ah, was okay dad. I only got fucked a couple times and one of those was by Miss Henderson and that foot-long dildo she likes to wear all day. She uses it on all her lesbian cheerleaders. I told Jason, Tyler and PJ to stop by so I could really get fucked. Syd stopped PJ to see if he wanted to get fucked and he told him about coming here. I guess Syd then radioed Brian. The three guys fucked me first and then they went looking for Mark. The sheriff and his deputy took over fucking my cunt. God, dad, they are really great fuckers!" "How you feeling now, son?" "Great. The fist is keeping everybody's cum deep in my hole. I just know it's going to flood out when you remove it." "I think I'll do that right over the salad I'm making with dinner." "Oh shit, dad. You are so nasty. I just wish we had somebody else to serve it too like the time PJ, Tyler, you and I shot three loads of cum each into that frosting for the little Mark's birthday. I bet those guys still don't know why it tasted so good!" "How are your balls holding up against these?" Bob asked as he gently jostled to two weights. "Ugh, good," the teen grunted. "And how deep is that catheter? I noticed it sure tastes like piss. You use it already?" "Yeah dad, I had to. I'm starting to like the taste, but not nearly like Mark or PJ. I don't know how far up it goes, but when you sucked on it I thought you were going to turn my bellybutton inside out." Father and son both laughed at that. The chuckles started the weights attached to Ryan's balls bouncing again. He groaned as his dad put the catheter back in his mouth. Bob reached one hand down and caressed PJ's face. He drew his hand and fingertips softly across the boy's smooth cheeks and then lovingly cupped his chin. Looking into the cocksucking youth's face he said, "You do that so well. I can almost believe that you're daddy started you the day you were brought home from the hospital." Moving back to Mark, Bob gave him a hard slap on his tiny ass. The man could feel the presence of the balls, as the little boy butt seemed to have more resistance than normal. He noted that his son's nipples were swollen to several times their normal size. The tiny balls were deep red and the skin above the stretcher was pale white. Without removing the gag, he asked, "And how is my well-hung stud doing this evening?" Mark waited a second for the rubber cock to be removed from his mouth. When it was not, he did his best to again smile and tell his dad how much fun he was having. Bob loved to sexual humiliate and tortured his sons and was thrilled that they enjoyed it just as much. His next load of cum was slowly building in response to his son's sexy predicaments and PJ's skillful cocksucking. He was just beginning to plan the next round of fun when the bell at the garage rang. Only a select few sex friends and fiends knew about the button hidden behind a placard with his and the boys' names. The bell sounded like an old buzzer as opposed to the more musical notes that came from the bell at the front door. He wondered which of his buddies was dropping by. Maybe Syd and Brian were back? The man again moved slowly across the room and into the garage making certain PJ's mouth never left his cock. He came to the extra large peephole and was pleasantly surprised to see it was his cocksucker's handsome father. He looked around quickly to see if anyone else was around before opening the door and exposing he and PJ. Bob did notice a large silver SUV in the drive with three or four men inside. He recognized it as the car PJ's mom usually drove so the men must be friends of the boy's dad. Swinging open the door, he greeted his visitor with a broad smile and a cheery greeting. The man started to step inside and reply when he realized his son was right there! "Well," he sighed, even before greeting Bob or his son, "that answers any questions about where my son is or if you've seen him." He was practically laughing by the time he finished the rushed sentence. Bob slowly closed the door. He didn't mind people seeing him naked or getting his cock sucked. He was just a little worried some passing prude my call some other cops than Brian and Syd and have him arrested for child molestation. "Good to see you pal. What's up?" he asked as they shook hands. "I think you distracted my son and he forgot about an appointment we have for tonight," he said, his eyes meeting PJ's. "Oh, shit!" the boy exclaimed as he released Bob's hard cock and realized what his dad was talking about. "Tonight's the night those men are in town from St. Louis and we're taking them to 'Strokers!'" Bob was surprised when the boy mentioned a notorious gay bar and male strip club about thirty miles away. How could PJ and his dad, or more precisely PJ, get into a place like that? The black man saw Bob's confused look and said, "They have three very special, very private secret rooms that can hold parties of three to ten men where anything goes. The only rules are no drugs, no outside alcohol and you have to hire at least one of their strippers for $250 an hour plus tips. After that, it's 'anything goes.'" "I thought you had to be 21 to get in there..." "Anything," reiterated the man. "As long as everybody consents and keeps the secret. I know a guy who threw his son's 'Coming of Age' party their complete with four of the boy's buddies, two of their dads and himself. Plus, they hired three of the strippers! Said it was the best $1000 he ever spent." "Wow!" was all Bob could say. "Let's get going, PJ. We already may be a little late and its costing my company $500 an hour for that 6'5" blonde stud and the cute little Asian guy you like so much! These men came to watch my boy dance and fuck with two pros and then to have the three of you service them." "Shit, dad," exclaimed PJ again. "I smell like piss, cum and sweat. Shouldn't I clean up first?" "No time, boy. Besides, these guys like their boy's reeking of sweat and cum and if they can't handle a little piss, fuck 'em." PJ quickly ran back into the private room and grabbed his jeans. He struggled to get them on over his damp and sticky body. As he did, his dad apologized to Bob for stealing his cocksucker, but the man told him not to worry that he had two others in the next room. PJ managed to get his semi-erect cock back into his pants, but didn't bother with the zipper or his shirt. The two men and the boy said their farewells. Bob watched the sexy kid climb into the back seat of the SUV. Even from a distance of thirty feet, he clearly saw at least one hand slide into the open fly of PJ's jeans. Bob closed the door and walked back into the playroom. He wondered which of his boy's deserved the load of cum PJ had so skillfully worked up. "I wonder," he thought aloud, "which of those two stuffed boy-cunts can stretch to handle old dad?" He gripped his hard cock and gave it a couple strokes. "Winner gets the creamy prize!" -
A Couple educating a shy bottom Toby and Jake saw the cute young Asian boy’s online profile and hit him up. T: Hey what’s your name, babe? A: Young. You? T: Toby…. let me see some pics. A: I only have few. Sent. T: You should take more pics… if you want I can take them for you. A: Really? T: Yes. Come now. My assistant and I just finished a shoot and we can take your pic before we clean up the set. A: Okay… An hour later, Young was at the door to our studio. “Welcome.” Toby greeted him by the door and led him into the back where Jake, Toby’s boy friend and another young man from online waited both in their underwear. “Get comfortable. Take some clothes off.” Toby and Jake pulled clothes off Young to reveal a slim smooth body. Toby was pleased that Young was cooperative even though he was shy. As Young stood in the middle of 3 of them in his underwear, he was blushing red all over his body but he remained almost naked as he was told. “What would you like to drink?” “whatever you have. I think it will help me to relax a bit.” “Okay. I will make you a special drink.” Toby approached Young with a drink and fed it to him. As Toby tilted the glass back and high, Young’s slim neck pushed out and bent back. Toby wrapped his fingers around his neck slightly and locked lips with Young. Young’s slim body shook as Toby roughly twisted the boy’s head around while they locked their tongue and exchanged saliva. Jake quickly dropped a pill in their mouth and rubbed his body along the two of them. Toby took a sip of water and fed it to Young’s mouth and watched him drink it up. Toby and Jake was pleased to find young Asian boy to be as submissive as they expected. They moved behind the camera and light and started to shoot Young’s now sexually aroused body in different poses. They asked Tim the other young man they fund online to put some ointment on Young’s body. Tim has approached them online initially to watch them have sex only but as Toby and Jake handled Young’s body, they saw clear arousal in Tim. Tim was eager to run his hand on the slim smooth skin of Young’s body and as he rubbed ointment on his skin, he started to get rock hard under the tight briefs. Toby asked Tim to pull out of the shot before he got carried away and saw Tim pulling away reluctantly. Toby set the camera to record video and joined Young in the set. Jake joined them with few pillows which they stuck under Young’s belly so he could be poised better for fucking and sucking. Both Toby and Jake ate Young’s hole and poured as much saliva into it as they could to make it wet for their cocks. When Young’s body was aroused enough to be fucked, his hole started to get wet naturally like a real pussy. “Young, you really have a nice boy pussy and it gets so wet for our cocks.” Toby complemented the young bottom on his good nature before he took his pleasure from it. Toby started to push in without condom at first and the bottom didn’t really seem to fight it off. But Toby felt bad for the young Asian bottom and asked Jake for a condom and lube. He could see a bit of disappointment in Jake’s eyes as well but that all melted away as he pushed into Young’s hot boy pussy and started to pound it away. Jake got in front of Young and pushed his head down and the boy showed incredible talent in using his throat muscle to milk his cock and Jake fed him his first load in less than 10 minutes. Jake’s cock stayed hard as he made Young suck it back to life as Toby pumped in and out til he filled the condom with his cum. Jake almost pushed Toby out of the way and started to fuck Young’s boy pussy. Tim broke his silent observation and pulled young’s head onto his cock and held him down on his cock while Jake pounded him and shot his cum into the condom. Toby and Jake left the room for a quick wash up leaving Tim and Young alone. Tim turned Young around and had him sit down on his bare cock and bounce on it. Lots of liquid oozed out of Young’s hole to coat Tim’s cock and balls. Tim licked his finger off of the wetness and loved how it tasted. He bit Young’s earlobe and whispered “I love the smell and taste of your pussy juice, bitch” and started to chock Young a bit as he bounced him harder and faster on his cock. Toby approached them and Tim stopped fucking and pulled out. Toby sent Young to clean up and asked Tim to leave. Tim followed Young to the bathroom after he got dressed and took a piss while he watched Jake and Young taking shower together. Tim was desperate to get Young’s contact info before he left. He went to the set and found Young’s bag and saw his phone sticking out of one of the pockets. He picked it up and called his phone before he left. Young shared how he felt more comfortable with Toby and Jake since they were together for some reason and asked them to have her back for more sex soon before he left. 2…… Tim….. Tim called Young, the Asian bottom the minute he got home. When he heard the soft voice answer, he felt his nasty switch on and asked him rudely, “you loved feeling my raw cock in your pussy bitch?” Young knew Tim was mean and could be dangerous but he loved how he treated him. Hearing Tim’s deep masculine voice talking dirty to him started to arouse him for some reason. “Where are you now?” “Just about to get on the subway.” “Stay there. I will pick you up.” Tim hung up and called his dealer. Young wanted to leave and walk away from Tim and all his BS but he felt his hole pulsing as he remembered the sensation of his raw cock. He also felt hot moist oozing out of him. He has waited for Tim more than an hour and started to get tired. Young started to stretch when a big black SUV pulled right behind him as he bent to touch his toes. The window rolled down and Tim’s face appeared. “Bitch, get in.” Tim threw Young’s bag to the back but had him sit in the front on his lap. Tim fucked Young’s hole with two fingers and let it get wet like before. “His pussy gets really wet like a real pussy.” said to the driver. Driver was a big black man with a scary face and big fat black fingers that wasted no time joining Tim’s fingers fucking Young’s boy pussy. Together they fucked young’s hole and opened it up by the time they reached their destination. Tim made out with Young at any chance he got as they went to an apartment building. The black man entered first and two followed. Tim was all over Young right by the door even before the door closed. He almost ripped the clothes off of Young to rush getting him naked. “Let’s bump him up.” The black man started to fill a big turkey baster with cocktails of drugs while Tim forced Young to deep throat his cock and choke on it. The black man pushed Young’s slim body to bend him forward to be ready to receive his turkey baster injection. After he emptied it into Young’s hole, he pushed a small butt plug to seal it inside for a while. Tim continued forcing Young to orally serve his cock as he watched Young’s eyes get filled with druggy cloud and ecstasy. As Tim observed a young boy losing his mind to rugged up high completely, he was getting high as well and he wanted to mark the boy as his. He slapped the boy really hard and made his hand prints on his face and on his ass cheeks but he wanted to do more. Tim raped Young for hours as he beat him up harder and harder as his dealer watched them. “MAn.. you are going to kill that bitch..” His friend stopped Tim from chocking Young as he fucked him full of his cum. At about the same time, Young’s cock started to shoot cum all over in between their bodies. “Bitch loves it. Look, he just came when I almost killed him.” Tim fucked Young for few more hours and bred him few more times before his friend asked him…. “So hand over the bitch now and I will give you enough shit.” Tim pulled out roughly and Young let out high pitched scream. Young tried to fuck back on to Tim’s cock but Tim pushed him away with his foot and both the dealer and Tim found it a bit amusing. Tim got up and ready to leave and walked out after his dealer said, “Thanks for the gift”
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hey gents, heading to midtowne for a new years eve mask parTy tomorrow, any tops feel like meeting me there and destroying my ass??? I am really tight, rarely get fucked, and almost always safe, but I am gonna be high and horny and clean from one end to the other Hope I see lots of hung, hard hefty cocks there to use my hole.
