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Andrew was a young androgynous model. At 5'5 he was small andeffeminate He headed out to his first real photo shoot. The photographer was a 6'7 and the most amazing man I have ever seen. When I walked in he set down his camera on the table and walked over to me and wrapped his big muscled arms around me and started kissing my neck gently. I felt helpless and turned on at the same time. The bulge in my pants grew rock hard as he started rubbing my butt. His hands slipped around my waist and unbuttoned my pants fell down around my ankles. He turned me around and slipped them off. He undid his pants to revel huge erect member. I dropped to my knees. I tasted the warm salty taste of his pre cum as it shimmered on his perfect head. I started licking his head and then started licking his shaft. He moved my head over his shaft. I started to suck he pushed my head down. I gagged as I tried to swallow his huge member he pushed my head down. He let go of my head and pulled me up to my feet. He brought his hand down and started jerking me off. I could not take it any longer I blew all over his muscled body. He laughed and asked if this was my first time and I said yes. He turned me around bent me over the table I felt him drip a warm liquid down my crack. He then slipped a finger into my tight hole I moaned and begged him to keep going. He then slipped in three finger and started moving in and out working the lube in. He pulled his finger out and then he spread me open a I felt the him pressing against my hole. He started to enter me I felt my hole stretch as he pushed in deeper I moaned and struggled to get away. He held me against the table and kept pushing. I yelped as he started to move faster and harder. He started kissing my neck and I relaxed. He picked up the pace and then paused. I felt a warm gush of fluid and he went limp. We were both breathing hard. He pulled out and stepped back. I stood up and a warm gush of liquid flooded out. It was tinted pink. He picked his camera up and took some pictures and said he wanted to see me again. He gave me an address and told me he had some friends that would like to meet me
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On Friday the 24th of May I become 40 years old. After about 3 months of celibacy I feel the need to go fuck slut crazy. To that end I will be looking for the Fuck Tree on Hampstead Heath on Friday the 24th from about 21:00 onwards followed by a sauna on Saturday to wind down and hopefully get a lot more cock. Sauna of choice will probably be Chariots in Limehouse so look out for the blindfold. Hopefully getting one cock for each year of my life. Love my butt sex rough and heartless so feel free to enjoy yourself all the way down to the balls.
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I am in Marseille (south of France) and would love guys who want to piss up my ass. One or groups...
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My first story, please let me know if it's too long/short, good/bad, etc and I'll adjust! [/i]I always secretly been a chaser. Being fucked raw and feeling another man nut inside me - I know that’s what I’m here for. To be a sperm bank, taking donations from any and all. Cringing when I hear the words "Push it out.” But I’ve always been a pussy of a chaser, browsing bbrts, squirt, and craigslist in secret, never following through and meeting up. I'm still a neg bottom and this story is one of my fantasies but I wish it were true.[/i] The weekend was finally here and my boyfriend was out of town for work. I jumped on all the normal sites and begin to browse. I unlocked and traded pics with some guys, talked about how much I’d love to take their bug-filled loads, nutted, and signed off. As it was the weekend, and as I was 27 and bearish, I decided to head out to a bar that I had never visited, but about which I had heard a lot, The Iron Bear. As soon as I walked in I recognized a few faces from the sites, and I could tell a few recognized me. I decided to only have a beer or two and then head back home. As I was about to leave a tall, skinny black guy (later found his name to be Robert) came over and offered to buy me a drink. Not used to the attention, I accepted and four drinks later we were in a cab heading back to his place. I leaned over to make out and realized he was on his phone, looking at bbrts. A little offended, I sat back in my seat, but decided to see where the experience would go. After hanging out at Robert’s for a bit and having a few more beers I decided it was time to head home. Instead of letting me leave, Robert whipped out his gorgeous black cock. Having had a few drinks and being the cock whore at heart that I am, I dropped to service him without even thinking twice about it. I could feel his cock grow thicker and longer as I tried to go as far down as I could. He told me to strip and grabbed me by my cock to lead me to the bedroom. I laid down on the bed expecting him to join me, but instead he pulled me to the end of the bed until my head was hanging off. He feed me his cock, shoving it down my throat. I couldn’t get much down and was having a hard time breathing. I felt him squeeze my nose shut. “Relax.” Eager to please I managed to finally deep throat him and he never let up, fucking my mouth and telling me what a good slut I was. Through my watering eyes I saw Robert on his phone again, texting, but instead of making me mad, it made me hornier, knowing that this guy didn’t view me as anything important, just a toy to play with then discard. Robert pulled his cock out of my mouth and told me to lay on the bed on my back. Robert laid down on top of me and slowly began to caress my body. He grabbed my arms and moved them above my head, and then I felt the cold metal slap my wrist as I was handcuffed to the headboard. I began to thrash and scream, being tied up took away all my control and scared the fuck out of me. Robert chuckled a little, “we’re going to have some fun tonight little faggot boy.” I heard the doorbell ring, and Robert left to go answer the door. He returned with 2 other guys, an older fat guy and a muscular Mexican. I started screaming at them. “no, you can’t do this, leave me alone”. The white guy walked over to me, leaned into my ear and whispered, “oh, yes, we can.” “Let me go first before you guys destroy his hole,” the white guy said. He didn’t even bother taking his pants off, just unzipped and pulled his 6” skinny dick out. He spit on his cock once and shoved it in. As I screamed out in pain, the three guys shared a laugh, “Tear that hole up,” I heard a new voice say. The bears dick was sliding in and out easier now, but still tearing at my dry hole. He was breathing harder and harder and pounding my ass with all he had. Finally I felt him unload inside me. As soon as he pulled out Robert slid an ass plug in my ass. “We wouldn’t want any to leak now would we.” The new guy was another black guy, a little shorter than Robert, but built like the rock. “That’s Luke and Frank,” Robert told me pointing to the new black guy and the mexican. “Two more of your gracious donors this evening.” As Frank pulled off his shirt, I saw his sexy latin body was covered in tattoo’s. “Oh my god, no please no no no,” I screamed as I saw his biohazard tattoo. “That’s right bitch,” Frank said. “We know who you are, standing people up, talking dirty, offering up your ass and never making good. Now it’s our turn to take what was offered. When we’re done with you, you’re going to have so much of our lethal jizz leaking out of your ass, you’re going to be our special little cumwhore.” Frank dropped his pants to reveal a fully erect 9” thick uncut cock. “No need for spit right, you got that load in your ass already.” He pulled the butt plug out and rammed his dick in. He pulled it all the way out and rammed it in again. Over and over, all the way out and slamming it back in. I was screaming in pain as he tore my hole. The others guys were all offering encouragement, egging him on, laughing and joking every time I begged him to stop. After fifteen minutes of out and in my hole was sore and aching. Frank told me to clean his dick off and climbed on top of me to shove his dick in my mouth. I could see the pink foam on his dick, blood mixed with my inner wall lining that he was tearing off. I could taste the iron tang from my blood and, as he started throat fucking me I felt someone left my legs up I tried screaming in pain as someone’s dick slid into my aching ass but it was muffled by Frank’s cock. The top didn’t last very long and quickly dropped his load in my ass. As soon as his dick was out I felt the butt plug go back in. Frank climbed off me and I saw Robert and Luke making out with each other. Now that Luke was naked I could see that it clearly hadn’t been him that had just dropped a load in me, his dick was at least as long as Robert’s and just as thick. As I looked for the source of my latest load, I realized he must have popped in dumped his load and left. The three guys walked out of the room and left me there. After at least 30 minutes I heard them heading back towards the room, with what sounded like someone else. Frank, Robert and Luke walked in with what looked someone who was old enough to be my father. “Faggot this is Mark, he’s going to unload his virus in your ass, and when he’s done you’re going to thank him for it.” Mark looked like you could thump him and break a rib, he was so thin and pale. He dropped his pants to reveal a beautiful, 8 ½” cock. Robert pulled his butt plug out and Mark was quickly there to take its’ place. For someone who looked so frail Mark could fuck like a demon. He liked to bury his cock as deep in my ass as he could and smiled every time I winced. He leaned in to kiss me and when I wouldn’t kiss back he just spit in my mouth and laughed. “You’ll learn boy, you won’t ever lead someone on again, we’ll make sure you take cock every chance you get, willingly or not.” As he came in my ass with one final deep thrust I knew he was right. I had to accept being a cum dump and if I resisted they would just do this again and again. I could feel Mark’s cock still unloading inside me and knew that he had had a several day load. He grabbed the butt plug and stuck it in as they had done every other time, keeping all three loads inside. He began to grab for a towel and I heard myself say, “No, let me clean it.” A smile crept over their faces and Mark shoved his dirty dick in my mouth for me to clean. The guys offered to escort Mark out and left the room. The door cracked open and Robert’s head popped back into the room, “Don’t worry, we’ll be gone for a bit, but we won’t forget about you faggot boy.” Part 2 coming soon.
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WHITE Black cock whoreseeks a fat black cock to impregate my cunt .. into rape and being brutally fuck .. i never say stop. looks not important. just need black semen in my butt every night
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[saw this on Craiglist - thought it was worth repeating...] It was the night of my 18th birthday. I was wandering the streets, drunk and stoned out of my mind, not sure where I was. You came up and put your arms around me and said you had a big cock and wanted to take me back to your place and fuck my twinky ass all night long. You looked hot and smelled really good, so I said okay. Then I must have blacked out. I woke up the next morning, naked, on top of a pile of garbage bags on the street, surrounded by rats that were biting me. You had shaved all the hair off my head and cock. You had painted the words "human toilet" in big red letters on my chest and I was covered in piss and shit. On my back, it said "fuck this" and there was an arrow leading down to my butt. There was an empty beer bottle shoved up my hole and, when I removed it, wads of cum came pouring out. Dude, that wasn't very nice. But the worst part is, I forgot to get your phone number...
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I was 25 years old, straight as an arrow, a gym addict, had sex with a new woman at least once a week, and considered my self quite a ladies man. I had been quarterback of my high school football team, and played football in college. I'd just taken a new job as a salesman at a local car dealer and I had sold 5 cars the first day. Here I was on my back in a leather sling like device with my legs and arms tied to chains hanging from the rafters and what looked like 30 naked guys stroking hard on's standing around me. And I liked it. How did this happen? I had never seen a hard dick on another man in my life. Like I said, I'd just taken a new job as a salesman at a car dealer in another city . I had sold 5 cars the first day. I wanted to take the other salesmen out to celebrate, but all the guys were busy and couldn't go. So I drove downtown and stopped at the first bar I came to. When I got inside, I thought it was funny that there were no women in the bar. some of the guys were dressed in leather, but I'd seen that before and it didn't seem unusual. I was very horny and I was hoping to hook up. I thought "I'll just have one drink and then look for another bar. I went to the bar and ordered a whiskey on the rocks. The bartender was a young guy who looked like he might be a weight lifter, so I struck up a conversation about working out. At some point I ask him where I could find a gym because I had just moved into town. "Actually, there's one in this building, in the back, he said, and I get off in twenty minutes, and I'm heading there. I'll be happy to take you back and introduce you to the owner, and maybe he'll give you a break on a membership. And by the way, my name is Nick." "OK", I responded and he said "Would you like another whiskey on me?". I said "One more, thanks, I'm Neil". Nick poured the whiskey, turning away from me to talk to another staff member (a really big, well built guy in his mid twenties) and I heard him say "This guy wants to look at the gym, and I'm taking him back." I finished my whiskey, and shortly Nick told me he was ready to go. By this time I was feeling a little dizzy but I thought, "It's just the whiskey" and walked out with Nick. We walked through a long hall to the back door of the gym. By the time we got there I was feeling very weak kneed and wobbly, as if I had had too much to drink. I had never ha two shots of whiskey hit me so hard. Nick took out a set of keys and opened the door. The staff member he had been talking to in the bar was standing there and he grabbed me by the arm and twisted it behind my back. I was feeling too weak to offer much resistance as he dragged me into the room. It was dark inside, and i could see nothing. I was guided into another, bigger room and several guys grabbed me, undid my coat, shirt buttons and belt and took off all my clothes. I was aware of what was going on, but could do nothing about it. At this point I was pushed onto the swinging sling on my back with my arms and legs spread and tied to the four chains that supported it. Lines formed at my head and my ass, and the action began. One man standing on my left side grabbed my balls and pulled hard on them while another big guy forced my jaws apart, placed his dick on my lips and said "I'm going to fuck your mouth and your going to suck my dick. If you bite me you will lose all of you teeth and your balls, so do as you are told." With that he proceeded to push his cock in my mouth. It seemed like it was as big as my arm. I laid there open mouthed as he started to fuck my face. Meanwhile, the other guy still had a firm grip on my balls. Another guy began to rub his cock up and down my ass. I could feel a wetness from his precum as he worked it up and down. Suddenly, he thrust forward and pain shot through my rectum as he penetrated my virgin ass. I screamed as he quickly forced his way in until I could feel him against my butt. He remained still for a moment, then began thrusting in and out. I had never felt such pain in my life. It felt like his cock was nine inches long and 3 inches wide. He thrust his cock in my ass slowly at first then began to thrust faster and faster. This went on for what seemed like twenty minutes. By this time the pain had subsided somewhat and his cock began to pulse as he came in my ass. I felt each shot of cum and he had a big load. After a minute he withdrew and could feel cum running out and down my asshole. In the meantime the guy with his cock in my mouth face fucked me slowly. Finally he said" Suck it or you lose you balls" and the guy with his fist around my balls gave them a jerk, so I started sucking on his dick. At the same time, another cock was thrust into my ass. It seemed even bigger than the first, but slipped in quickly because of my cum slicked hole. He began thrusting and the pain began to subside. Suddenly I could feel the cock in my mouth beginning to pulse and I tasted cum for the first time. Salty, slick, slimy, tasty. He thrust harder and shot about six loads, and then he just stopped moving with it all the way in. I was choking but slowly, the cock began to shrink and I got my breath back. He pulled out and another cock quickly took his place. By this time I had become used to the feeling of a cock in my mouth and knowing that I was acting in self defence, I began to suck hard. The cock began to pulse and I got another mouthful with cum running down my face. At about the same time, the guy fucking my ass began to cum and I could feel his cum shooting against my inside. Suddenly, I noticed that the pain was gone and I was getting hard. The guy who had been gripping my balls was now stroking my cock and feeling my balls. Then I noticed that some guys on the sidelines were jacking themselves and two guys began shooting their cum all over my chest and stomach. Another shot all over my face. When I posted this, it didn't send all of it, Im trying again. After being fucked by 5 or 6 guys in both the ass and mouth, I lost count . I have no idea how many guys fucked me that night. The highlight of the evening was when a guy got up on top of me and set down on my stiff cock and began to move up and down on it. His ass felt slick as if he had been fucked or used a lot of lube, and it was the hottest sensation I had ever known. After about two minutes I could feel that feeling beginning, and I came in his ass. What a load! The session lasted for several hours. When everyone had had a turn, the action started again with the first guy. This time it took him about 30 minutes to cum, and the load was much smaller. And so the action continued on an on. After several hours, some guy said " He's had enough, I think we converted him", and they undid my feet and arms and let me up. By the time it was over, I had learned to suck cock, and to ass fuck with the best of them. Thankfully, Nick the bartender walked me home. Fortunately, the next day was Sunday, and the dealership was closed. My ass hurt, my balls and dick were numb and I slept most of the day. Nick stayed with me and in the evening we had sex twice. Nick is very versatile, if you know what I mean.We now live together. What a STUD he is! Ten inches of very hard man dick! Every day,I can't wait to feel his cum shots up my ass again! About twice a month, we all get together for another group session. Once in a while, we get to convert a new virgin.
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[ *****The Characters***** Jeff—a high school Senior Bruce—a 200 lb. Rapist Leroy—a convicted Drug Dealer Alton—a sadistic Pimp, used an axe-handle to fatally fuck an underachieving female Prostitute *****Part One–Capture***** Jeff was awakened by the sound of glass breaking. He had been sleeping late, enjoying his summer vacation, after his junior year of high school. The loud crash jolted him out of a deep slumber. Rolling out of bed, he slipped on a pair of boxers. His parents had left two days before on vacation, and his sister wasn't due back from summer school till mid-afternoon. His parents' home was in the far suburbs, and there were no neighbors around. Puzzled, he went to investigate. As he started down the stairs, he was startled to see a huge man crawling through what had been the closed kitchen window. Spotted by the intruder, Jeff raced back to his room. Within seconds he heard the invader jiggling the door knob. Even worse, he heard more footsteps and other voices. So intent was he on keeping the hallway door closed, that, in his panic, he completely ignored the other way in—through the common bath he shared with his sister. He did not hear a prowler come up behind him. Standing with his legs spread, to keep the burglars at bay, Jeff presented an erotic sight to the convict who had just escaped from the state prison five miles away. Watching the boy push against the door, to prevent the intruders from entering, Bruce, a two hundred pound rapist, scrutinized the youth, legs spread, butt jutting out—in a highly provocative pose. Bruce could think of no better way to celebrate his new found freedom than by tearing off a piece of teenage ass. Rushing up behind Jeff, he backhanded the boy. Not even aware that Bruce was in the room, Jeff crumpled to the floor. As the youth lay whimpering on the carpet, Bruce unlocked the door, allowing his comrades to enter. "Shit, guys, look at this," Bruce pointed to Jeff on the floor. "We need a place to hang out, with the pigs after us; and now look, now we got some entertainment to boot." Kicking Jeff in the ass, Bruce bent down to address him. “You a virgin, Pus Head?” The teen incoherently muttered that he was Jeff—not a virgin—and most definitely not Pus Head. Laughing, the men tossed Jeff face down on the bed. Bruce held him down, while his buds grabbed shirts from the closet and ripped them. Using the torn strips of cloth, they quickly bound Jeff to the bedposts, spread-eagle. Bruce grew hard at the sight of the sumptuous, immobilized teen. His pristine ass, still shrouded in boxers, jutted alluringly in his direction. His feminine neck, face and lips hung over the side of the bed. Scared witless, Jeff pleaded, "Take anything. I won't tell. Promise." Leroy, a convicted drug dealer, cupped Jeff’s chin, and looked into his eyes. "You mean, that if I choose not to split your skull, I can take anything I want and you'll help me?" "Yes, Sir! Just please don't kill me." Leroy continued to toy with his victim. "You mean I can have anything, anything at all?" "Yes. Sir, anything you want." As soon as he said that, Jeff noticed the huge bulges in the men’s pants. It was then that he focused on their prison uniforms. He recalled the horror stories he’d heard about what convicts did to young men. And he’d just read in social studies that the AIDS rate among inmates was much higher than the general population, 10% in some cases. Jeff gulped in shock as his fear of death was surpassed by his fear of being raped and contracting HIV. He shook in fright at the thought of being ravaged by three HIV positive dudes. As Leroy fondled his crotch, Jeff realized that the three had bound him face-down, spread-eagle on purpose. He’d heard about guys being butt-fucked, but he never thought it would happen to him. Only fags let other men touch them, and Jeff never imagined he might be fucked by a man, let alone, three of them. Jeff knew that he couldn't escape and feared what they would do next. *****Part Two—THE BEATING***** Leroy unzipped, and pulled out his cock, his huge dick only inches from the teen’s face. Jeff gulped as he stared at the organ. He had never been so close to a man’s cock. It seemed huge, and Jeff shivered. Surely it would be impossible for that cock to penetrate his tight little ass. "Yeah, boy, this one’s for you," Leroy snorted, as he fondled his dick. "You did say, boy, that you wanted to live and would do anything to survive? Well, I gotta proposition for you. Suck me, and I think we can spare you. Now open wide." Leroy's proposition was so preposterous, Jeff’s voice oozed disdain and contempt. "I d-o-n-’t t-h-I-n-k s-o!" Looking around the room, he saw the other two undressing, their hard, erect Dicks swinging out from their pubes. It occurred to Jeff that maybe, just maybe, they were serious. "Guys, I’m not even GAY!” Alton, a sadistic pimp and killer who had been convicted of murdering a prostitute for failing to earn enough bread, pulled his belt off his jeans. "Shit, Leroy! You offer this punk a chance to live and he won't even suck you. Well, let me teach the ungrateful bugger a lesson.” Grasping Jeff’s boxers, he ripped them apart—tugging the fabric with such force that Jeff would have flipped over, were he not shackled to the bed. Spreading the youth’s denuded ass cheeks, Alton admired the teen’s succinct anal hole. "Oh yeah, boy! That's a mighty fine cunt you got there! "Ya know, when I was in the City, I would get these young runaways. I’d break them in hard—raping their cunts and making them drink my seed for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Every morning, I'd drown their throats in piss before I rammed my cock, then my fist, up their butts. You shoulda heard ‘em scream when I first fisted their asses. After I got them accustomed to sitting on my shaft, and taking my cock down their throats, I'd have them begging for dick. I’d put them out on the street, and sell their tight butts, while I raked in the cash. Man, those dudes in their three-piece suits driving their BMWs paid good money to fuck a little lost ‘ho boy. Why those boys were stuck on cock most of eight hours a night. The only downside was that, after taking hundreds of loads, they got burnt up real quick—got AIDS or some other fucked-up disease. Then I'd have to unload them on some other pimp; or if they were likely to tattle, they’d accidentally overdose. But, man, while they were good looking and healthy, like you, I lived the Life of Riley. Those boys made me more money in a night than many of the bitches did all week." Releasing the kid's ass cheeks, Alton wet two of his fingers and spread Jeff's Ass. Ramming his digits an inch up the youngster’s mancunt, he laughed as Jeff screamed and involuntarily lifted his ass to meet the prodding digits. Twisting his fingers around, Alton examined the crying youth’s A-hole. “Oh, hey, that's a fine brown eye," Alton said. "Looks virgin, too." Then without any compassion, he jammed his fingers all the way up the boy's butt. Jeff bucked up and down as his virgin ass was ripped by the thrusting, wiggling fingers. "Oh God that hurts. Please stop, Mister!" Ignoring Jeff’s pleas, Alton repeatedly shoved his fingers in and out of the youth’s cunt. "Look at this boy! Squirming around like my fingers are killing him! He's a virgin all right. Wait until he gets the big one up the ass; then he'll have something to holler about." Pushing his hand in as hard as he could, Jeff's hips rose up and down on the bed, as the boy, racked with pain, endured the cruel fingering. "He might be a vrgin now, but he won't but for long!" Alton jumped up on the bed, and pushed Jeff's face into Leroy's Crotch. "Boy, my Man said you could live, but you gotta suck his Cock. Now, Boy, you said you'd do anything. And anything means you better open up them pearly whites of yours to pleasure my friend here." Slapping Jeff on the side of his head, Alton screamed, "Open up, you Faggot, and suck my fingers clean that been up your Stinking Ass. Then you Suck my Main Man!" When Jeff shook his head NO, Alton got off the bed. "You was warned, Boy!" Alton snarled. "Leroy, you just hold your Cock to his face; and, I promise you, he'll be sucking your Dick in no time." Alton picked up his belt and raised it over his head. When the belt slammed onto Jeff's bare Ass, his body arched, and he tugged desperately at his bonds. "Oh, God no! Please. I’ll...." Before he could finish, Alton brought the belt back down again, slamming the leather into the Boy's succulent flesh. Jeff's Ass was on fire and throbbing as the belt repeatedly scoured his Buttocks. With each lash, Jeff's mind exploded as the belt excoriated his backside. Jeff squirmed beneath the lashes, begging for mercy, but none was forthcoming. Alton had whipped dozens of Prostitutes, both male and female, and had always delighted in beating an errant Ass into submission. Alton aimed carefully, and after a dozen powerful blows, the Boy's Ass was glowing hot pink. Seeing that the whipping was starting to leave faint black and blue marks, Alton adjusted his blows. Still swinging heartily, Alton targeted the Boy's upper thighs. Like a fine Craftsman, Alton sought out new flesh to torment. When the screaming Boy's thighs had thoroughly reddened, he redirected his blows to the Youth’s lower back. The belt, smashing over his ribs and spine, caused Jeff to arch reflexively. His screams, which had steadily plummeted under the fatiguing assault, soared back to their original ear-piercing volume. "OH, GOD, PLEASE STOP. I'LL SUCK YOU! I’LL DO ANYTHING! JUST PLEASE STOP HITTING ME!" NOW THAT THE BOY'S SPIRIT HAD BEEN BROKEN, Alton dropped the belt and yanked the Youth’s sobbing face to Leroy's large Cock. Smiling, Leroy moved his Rod to Jeff’s lips. "Open wide, Boy. You better Suck me good, and keep those pearly-whites off my Shaft.” Whimpering with humiliation, Jeff opened his mouth. Thrusting forward, Leroy’s Cock glided past Jeff's lips onto the Kid’s warm, wet tongue. The Boy's hot Lips, seeming to hunger lustily after his huge Pole, made Leroy shiver with pleasure. "OH YEAH, SUCK THAT DICK, BOY!" Wrapping his hands behind the Youth’s head, Leroy got a good grip on the Punk, so he couldn’t pull off, as he rammed the his Shaft down the Teen’s throat. Feeling the Staff glide past his tonsils, Jeff fought desperately to escape the huge Rod. Gagging on the thick slab of Manmeat, he had to fight his reaction to vomit as the rock-hard Cock plowed his throat. He couldn't even scream in protest. The only sounds, aside from Leroy's pleased grunting, were Jeff's muffled whimpers and the creaking of bed springs. But there was no way to discourage the Convict from brutalizing his Orifice. Both Bruce and Alton watched transfixed as their Cellmate treated the Boy like a Concubine. They laughed when Leroy froze deep down the Kid’s gullet. Leroy's Balls came to rest on the Youth’s chin with his rigid Staff lodged in the Boy’s throat. Unable to breathe, Jeff squirmed, desperately trying to dislodge the massive Shaft from his air passage. Remembering the man's threats, Jeff kept his teeth off his Dick. The beating had deprived him of his intestinal fortitude, and he was powerless to stop his assailants. Watching the Boy's face grow red and then white, Leroy reluctantly pulled his Dick from the Teen’s mouth. While the Youth gasped for air, Leroy rubbed his Cock over the Boy's forehead and cheeks, trailing Precum over his pale complexion. Leroy considered what a hit the Boy would have made back in the Yard—or on the Street—pimping and pumping his select little Ass for the omnipotent Greenback. Yeah, Leroy thought, Alton was right—this Teen could make a Pimp wealthy selling his Ass to a bunch of Rich Old Farts. A few more like the Kid, and he could retire. But first Leroy planned some fun for himself. *****Part Three—DEFLORATION***** Watching Leroy's spit-drenched Shaft slide in and out of Jeff’s pretty face was too much for Alton. It was time to try the Punk on for size. Pulling the Youth's Ass Cheeks apart, Alton peered down at the tiny Virgin Hole. "Virgin Ass," Alton hissed. "Ain't had no Virgin for a very long time. I’m gonna split this Fucker wide open. Can't wait to feel his Cunt milk my Cock.” Alton asked Bruce to check out the Bathroom for any kind of Lube. Bruce quickly returned with an unopened tube of KY. Fingering the Boy's Hole, Alton watched Leroy thrust his hips forward as he fed his Cock between the Boy’s lips. Leroy held the Youth in a death grip with his strong hands. Grunting, his body was racked by repetitive orgasms. Jeff's throat and mouth flooded with hot, sticky Cum. Gagging, he tried to avoid swallowing the salty Cream that spewed onto his tongue. But Leroy held the Boy in a Death Grip, as wave after wave of POZ JIZM flooded the Teen’s scratchy throat. Revolted by his first taste of ManSeed, Jeff had no choice but to swallow the Load. Leroy slowly pulled out. Watching the head of his Cock trail Slime over Jeff's lips, Leroy slapped the youth on the head. "Your first mouthful of Cum, Boy? You done good, but you gotta do better. Lick that Jizz off your lips. Don't waste a drop. Yeah, Boy, you’re gonna love Cum from now on, cause you’re gonna love Cock more than Pussy." Slapping the boy on his ears, he asked, "Comprehende?” Grunting from the slaps, and the intrusion of Alton's fingers deep in his Mancunt, Jeff, moaned "Yes, Sir, I know." He darted his tongue across his lips, licked off the last of the man's sticky Jism, and swallowed the rest of the ManSeed. Pulling his fingers from the Boy's Ass, Alton spread KY over the Kid’s Virgin Hole. Seeing as how the Youth’s Spirit was broken, he was gonna have fun tormenting the Teen. By the time he got through, the Punk’d be totally crushed; and a Willing Bottom for any Top needing to Fuck Ass. Alton positioned himself behind the Youth’s Butt, licking and kissing the Youngster's soft neck. Jeff groaned as the fingers spread the cold KY up his Ass. Then the fingers were gone, and the man's hands were all over him. He felt sick as the Dude crawled atop him, shivering as a wet tongue caressed his neck, and the man's huge Rod spread his Ass Cheeks. Horrified, he realized that huge Pole of Lust was about to be shoved up his Butt. Crying petulantly, Jeff pleaded for Alton not to ravish his Ass. "Please, Sir, not that. I will Suck you. I'll do anything you want, but not that. I'M NOT GAY. You are too Big for me, Sir! Please don't do this to me." "BOY, I HAVE TO HURT YOU; AND I AM GOING TO FUCK YOU. I AM GOING TO MAKE YOU GAY, BOY.” Then, talking louder in a cruel voice, he taunted his victim. "You will do anything I want, you Fucking Worthless Piece of Shit. I am going to Fuck that Virgin Ass of yours so hard you won't be able to sit down for a month. I’m gonna turn you into a First Class, Dick-Sucking, Cock-Loving Faggot.” Rubbing his Cock between Jeff's Ass Cheeks, he continued to torment him. "Now I want you to scream real good when I ram my Cock up your Pussy and make you my Woman. Yeah, Boy, I’m gonna turn your Ass into a Cunt. You better make some good moves, Boy, cause the only thing that stands between you and a bar ditch is your Pussy. Ready, Boy? HERE IT COMES!" Alton's Cock pressed to Jeff’s Anus, and he plunged in with all his might. Jeff's Sphincter tightened, then yielded and collapsed as the huge Cock battered his Hole. "Shit, it hurts! Take it out!" Jeff screamed, his Bowels racked with pain. "It's too Big! No More, Please!" Laughing at the Youth’s futile attempt to resist his assault, Alton sank three, then four, inches of his Dick up Jeff’s Pussy. He marveled at the sight of the Teen’s Asscunt swallowing his Cock and the luscious feel of ManPussy massaging his Shaft. When Alton sank the final two inches of his Pole in the Youth, Jeff quivered violently. Huge Crocodile tears streamed down his cheeks, as six inches of Dick lay embedded in his Cunt. Licking the boy's ears, Alton whispered, "You have all my Cock up your Ass now. Do you want me to pull out? Jeff begged the Rapist, "Oh, take it out. Please take out!" Alton continued to tease him. "Will you Suck my Dick and lick your Shit off and swallow my Seed if I pull out?" Racked by cramps, Jeff begged, "Yes sir, I'll do anything—ANYTHING! Just PLEASE take it out!" "I want to help you, Boy; but you have to tell me what you’ll do for me if I take my Cock out of your Ass." "I'll suck your Dick. I'll swallow your Load. Please just take it out!" "Well" Alton said, "Your Asscunt sure is dirty. Will you lick your Shit off my Cock before you swallow my Cum?" Rotating his hips, Alton moved his massive Shaft around inside Jeff's tight Hole causing excruciating torment. "Let me hear what you'll do for me, Boy. Tell me you’ll lick your Shit off my Dick. Tell me how much you want TO TASTE IT in your mouth, and how bad you want TO BE POZZED. Tell me what a Faggot you are. Tell me now, before it’s too late.” Alton cruelly shifted position, stretching Jeff’s Anus even further. "Please!” Jeff screamed. “I'll do anything, say anything! Please take it out! I want to suck your Dick and lick my Shit off your Cock. I want to swallow your Load! I love Dick so bad! I’m the biggest Faggot that ever was! You can POZ ME if you want, Sir. I deserve to get AIDS!” "Well, since you said “Please”— I'll take my Cock out of your Ass." He pulled all but the head of his Dick out of the boy's tightly stretched Hole. Jeff whimpered as the big Shaft withdrew, causing more friction and agony to his already skewered Mancunt. Longing for Alton to vacate his sore Bottom, he begged him to pull out all the way. "Please take your Cock out of my Ass! I promise—I’ll do whatever! Please!" Smiling sadistically at Bruce and Leroy, who were quietly watching, Alton continued to toy with the Boy. "You know, Boy, you grovel too much, and Whiners get on my nerves. What kinda Faggot are you, anyway? No Spine. No Backbone. Guess I’m gonna have to teach you Stah-me-nah.” Realizing he’d been tricked, Jeff started crying. "But you wanted me to beg. Please, Sir, I won't do it again. I'll do anything. Please just let me Suck you. Please don’t Fuck me! I’ll do anything to please you!” "Whack!" Alton slapped Jeff in the back of the head. “Shut up, Boy! There you go again. Whining and Groveling. I know you'll do anything, but I told you—I CAN’T STAND THAT! Now I gotta teach you Stah-me-nah. I can Fuck you forever, an’ I wonder if you can take it forever. If not, yer sure gonna learn. Get ready, Boy. HERE COMES THE FUCK OF YOUR LIFE!" Alton grabbed Jeff's hips and rammed his Cock back in. All of It slid up the Kid’s Ass. Jeff screamed, and his body buckled as the powerfully built man brutally shoved his Tool deep within the Teen’s Virgin Cunt. "NOOOOOO!" the ravished Boy cried. "It's killing me! Please take It out!” Alton smiled at the sight of the Boy's Virgin Blood on his Shaft. The Youth’s blubbering was music to his ears. Free from prison, there were no guards to spoil his fun, and the Boy could make as much noise as wanted. This was going to be one of the best Fucks of his Life. Just like old times, he loved terrorizing his victims. Pulling out, he stopped and waited for the Boy's cries to diminish. When his sobs became muted, Alton violently jammed It back in. "Please stop, Sir! Please don't hurt me no more, I beg you. My Ass is torn to shreds. Pease pull It out! The pain is so bad!" "Shut up, Boy! You take my Cock, and before long you’ll learn to love It.” The brutal assault resumed. Alton hammered the Youth with all the strength he could muster. Recollecting the Whore who got him convicted of Fucking a 14 year old Female Prostitute to death (with an axe handle), Alton pillaged the Boy with painful strokes of revenge. Jeff could only lay there as the Alton plowed in and out of his Hole. Buffeted by waves of excruciating torment, Jeff was reduced to moaning as the big Cock hammered his Pussy. Drenched in sweat, Alton’s Climax was nigh. He let loose with a hearty shout as his Cock spasmed, and he shot his POZ Load deep into the Teenager's ManCunt. He trembled with pleasure as his Wad found entrance to the Youth’s Bloodstream through punctured Ass Walls. Alton collapsed on the moaning Boy he’d just POZZED, his Shaft buried deep in the Youth’s ravished Hole. He felt his Cock draining all of the Strains of the Virus he’d accumulated through years of illicit prison activity. Resting atop the spread-eagled boy, Alton regained his composure. Slowly, he pulled out of the Youngster’s Mancunt. Withdrawing with a loud plop, Alton smiled at the Boy's Pussy. It’d stretched so wide, the Youth’s Sphincter was unable to close; and Alton could see his Venomous Jism puddling inside the torn and bloody ManCunt. *****Part Four—SLOPPY SECONDS***** Hearing the Fucking sounds abate, Bruce sauntered into the bedroom. Bruce’s Cock stiffened as he observed the pink-tinted Cum overflowing the Youth’s Mancunt. "Alton, I called my Uncle. He’ll be here late this afternoon with a truck. Tonight we clean the place out. Ain't no Pig Checkpoint gonna wanna mess with a packed Moving Van. Once we get back to the City, we split. My Uncle will hock the furniture for payment. “You and Leroy case the joint—make a list of what we need to load up. I already found a gun in the Rec Room and jewelry in the bedroom. Ain’t found the ammo yet. Go through the Medicine Cabinets, too. There’s Viagra in one. In about half an hour, when this Shit kicks in, I'll be Fucking this Tight Little Ass the rest of the day.” Smiling ear to ear, he laughed, " I found this, too" and held out a ten inch Dildo. Snickering he said, "I guess this and the Viagra means the boy's Mama likes big hard Dick." "You’re like yer Mama, aincha, Boy? You like a Big Hard One up your Hole." Jeff heard Bruce’s question, but it seemed as if he were a million miles away. His whipped Ass, along with his bitten neck and ravaged ManCunt made him almost catatonic. He glanced over his shoulder at the thick Dildo. It belonged to his Sister, not his Mother; but he was not about to tell them that. Maybe Myrna enjoyed it, but he knew it would sting if it were shoved up his Ass. Regardless, the Teen knew better than to ignore his Tormentors. "Well, Boy," Bruce proffered, “You got a choice. Either this (grazing Jeff’s Butt with the Dildo) or my Cock. Which is it?” For Jeff, with no other alternative, the decision was easy. The Dildo, hard, cold, and plastic, was the Unknown. With Cock, on the other hand, he was more than familiar. Bruce’s fingers caressed Jeff's bruised, yet soft skin. He smiled at how the Boy quivered in fear at the mere touch of his hands. Jeff’s Hole was stretched wide open, and Bruce could peer in and see Alton’s POZ Cum deep inside the Boy's bloody Bowels. Snaking his hand between Jeff's splayed thighs, Bruce cupped the Youth’s Balls and Cock. How easy it would be to crush the Boy’s Privates! That’d be a trip! Bruce was tempted. Make the Punk a real Eunuch. Bruce had never met a Eunuch, and he’d always wanted to Castrate a Man. The little Pussy was practically begging for it. All he’d have to do was—S-Q-U-E-E-Z-E—till the Punk’s Balls turned blue, then purple, then white, then died in hands. The little Cunt could scream his lungs out, and no one would hear—let along care. He wasn’t much of a man to begin with. Bruce figured he could make a real Woman of the Teen. But his throbbing Cock, engorged by Viagra, took precedence over all that. There’d be plenty of time to experiment later. Jeff felt the man's fingers at his Butthole. A long digit probed his sore Pussy The finger forced it's way past his Sphincter. He whined softly, and dug his nails into his palms. The digit withdrew. The man's Prickhead nestled against his Rectum. Overcoming his personal abhorrence to getting Raped, Jeff lay quietly, anticipating another Assault. Not to be disappointed, Jeff felt the Dude’s Cock at his Mancunt. The man's sweat poured onto his skin, and Jeff's nostrils were filled with the stench of Bruce’s bad breath and B.O. Jeff gasped and ground his teeth together as the Prong stabbed his Anus, his Ass Muscles contracting in an attempt to reject It . Jeff felt split apart as the fat Dick forced it's way into his Mancunt. Inch by inch of the Manshaft slid into his Anus until Bruce’s fat Balls plunged up against the Youngster’s Buttocks. Slicing down the length of his Shit-Tube, Bruce pounded his Organ deep within the tight sucking depths of the Youth’s torn Cunt. "OH GOD! IT HURTS! GO SLOW! PLEASE GO SLOW!” The big man nuzzled his teeth against the nape of Jeff's neck. He chewed and sucked and nibbled on Jeff’s throat, biting in sharp little nips that made Jeff yelp as he closed his eyelids and prayed for escape from the parade of ManLust that had pillaged his body. The fat Cock inside him churned faster and faster, riding a slippery, gooey veneer of Semen and Blood. Cum gurgled past Jeff’s Sphincter as Bruce spent himself inside the Youth's Hole. He lay atop Jeff for a short time, then got up and left. *****Part Five—ASSESSMENT***** Thirty minutes later, Alton returned to the room drinking a beer. "Boy, we all agree you’re a good Fuck. Yes, Sir, you got what it takes. Now, Boy, if you behave, I'll untie you and take you into the Bathroom, so you take care of business. We all took the Viagra your Old Man had stashed in the medicine chest—so our little party is just beginning, and I don't want you missin’ none of the fun. But listen up, Boy, you try to escape, and you’ll wish your Mama had never spread her Lily-White Legs for your Daddy. Yeah, Boy, it’d be a bad thing for me to take my belt to your Balls, or carve my initials on that cute little Prick of yours . Get my gist? Bottom line is—you gotta behave.” Jeff shivered . He didn't want his Dick or Balls mutilated, and definitely didn't want to be whipped anymore. His Ass, legs and back still stung from the bite of the belt. Jeff’d do whatever it took to survive—REGARDLESS. He figured that was his best, if not his only, option. His bladder was full. He was ready to explode. And he desperately wanted to get off the bed. Far more important, he wanted to see how badly his Pussy’d been damaged. A piss and a glass of water might make him feel better before COPULATION began again. Jeff, clearing his throat, cackled, "Yes Sir, I understand. I won't give you no trouble. You won’t have to hurt me." "Good, Boy," Alton responded. "You’re a fast learner." Untying the boy's legs and arms, he stood the Teenager up. The Inmate dwarfed Jeff, who watched passively as Alton bound his wrists before him. Jeff recognized the rope as one his father had stored in the garage. It was the same rope Dad had used to build a tree swing next to the house. Jeff recalled all the happy times he’d spent on that swing, never imagining that one day that rope would be used against him, so men could abuse him. Tears streamed down his cheeks as Alton led him to the Bathroom. Allowed to Pee, Jeff moved his fingers under his Balls, past his pubic hairs, which were sticky with Cum. As he carefully pressed his sore, swollen Anus, he found his Hole battered and bleeding. His fingers became coated with Cum as he continued the probe. His Rectum didn’t appear badly damaged; and he was relieved to discover he was not bleeding severely, nor completely ripped open nor torn. Alton stayed in the Bathroom with Jeff, but gave him plenty of leeway. To his way of thinking, the Kid had earned it—in recompense for services rendered and obligations not yet fulfilled. He was about put into practice some of the things he’d learned from his pimping days. Although he had spent years behind bars, the memories of how to break a Boy into the Gay Lifestyle were still fresh in his mind. He knew it was easy to Rape a Boy, but it was quite another to make him beg to get Fucked. And Alton still had the skills to turn Jeff into a Raging, Dick-Sucking Faggot. Jeff, on the toilet, heard the purr of a motor—the old VW bus his father had renovated, practically rebuilt from the ground up. Alton, Leroy, and Bruce heard it, too. For an instant, the men froze. Someone was approaching the house. Instinctively Alton sprang into action. Raising a finger to his lips, he signaled for silence. The front door swung open. “Jeff? Anyone here?” Jeff’s sister Myrna was home. Jeff felt relief and revulsion. Was she, too, to become their Sex Slave? Alton said they’d just loaded up on Viagra. He pitied her for what was forthcoming. Yet he was relieved. She might provide the distraction he coveted. Fingering his sore Hole, he knew he needed a respite. She was certainly better biologically suited to fulfill their urges than he—witness the Dildo. Let someone else serve as the object of their affection for a while. It didn’t matter if she was his Sister. Still, he felt another emotion. Was it—Jealousy?
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I had alway done bareback, right from the my first gay sexual encounter. I knew the so called risks of unprotected sex, but never really thought that the type I went for were anything other than perfectly clean! Which when you consider the fact that all my sexual encounters were one nighters with guys I had met at the local gay club, isn't an entirely sound train of thought. Well, after a while I had joined various websites, and met a guy online, he always professed to be neg, and said he was regularly tested and asked loads of questions about my status. He told me that before we could meet that I had to refrain from sex for 3 months and then get a full test for any unwanted std's and he said that in return he would fulfil my fantasy of gang rape play. The 3 months were like hell and I was so horny. But I did what I was told. I was absolutely convinced that this would not only be an experience of a lifetime but that the guy organising it was thorough about ensuring that all people involved were free from not only HIV but all STDs. When the day came I went to the address I had been given. It was a run down somewhat derelict building, which immediately put me off, buy reluctantly approached the building! As I walked up the door opened and the guy at the door was not quite what I expected. Before me was a tall guy, mid-40's and a bit of a gut on him (his profile showed him as being mid 30's and a somewhat toned Adonis. I was never one to back out, of things so walked into the building and he closed the door and locked it with what looked like a new padlock! Leading me through to one of the rooms he asked me if I was definitely neg and whether I had indeed followed orders, which I had! Looking pleased with himself he said "let the fantasy begin. The room was quite dark, no natural light, and all I could see was a sling in the corner. I soon became aware that we weren't alone in the room, as I listened closer I could hear the sound of breathing coming from various corners of the room. Suddenly a hand grabbed me from behind and firmly covered my mouth. Slowly I could see shaddows appear from the darkness. 11 men in masks of various shapes and sizes came towards me and within no time is was gagged, and strapped into a sling.* I heard one of them say "you've outdone yourself this time! Nice young fresh neg meet to breed with our toxic loads". At the time I was 19, and suddenly realising how trusting I have been. Realising what the guy was talking about when he said toxic, I began to struggle frantically, I was neg, and wanted to stay that way, and I had not had sex in months so was tight and my hole wad bound to tear from the approaching onslaught of 11 men. "there's nothing you can do now, you little pig, you our neg cum dump now, and we all need a nice tight neg hole to lay our toxic poz seed, and I'm the lucky bastard that gets the break you in" The guy was 5'9" and was very muscular, I looked down to his cock and saw what must have been 9.5" of thick meat! I began to panic, the guys had not spent any time preparing my hole, and I was tight, the guy stepped up, spat on his cock, spread my cheeks then forced his cock in with one forceful action, my hole felt like it was torn in two, and this guy was taking no prisoner, one of the other guys took off my gag, but before I had the chance to scream a cock was shoved in my mouth, and began to piss. I thought I was going to die, my hole was being plowed without lubrication by an extremely large cock, and I was about to drown on another guys urine. I wanted to gag, but the only way to survive was going to be to swallow. I know I wanted rape play, but this was a bit too extreme! The guy ploughing my hole pulled out and came round to my head. His cock was covered in what appeared to be masses of blood, and a trickle of blood could be seen making it's way down his leg, my hole was bleeding ( and the words sore didn't cut it ). "clean you blood and shit off my cock you dirty fucking cunt!" out of fear I followed orders, and as I began to clean off his cock another guy ploughed into my hole. As of yet I hadn't taken a load, but it seemed like these guys wanted to ensure my hole was torn to shreds first! They each took turns, being rough with my hole, I swallowed a fair bit more piss, and even had a few guys piss up my hole! "Your hole is in shreds boy! You know what that means? That means you're gonna get pozzed today boy! And each of us have our own strains of HIV and full blown Aids to add to your blood stream!" By this point I was pretty much out of it, trying to block out what was happening in order to survive the ordeal! So I just lay there and stopped struggling, while one by one they ploughed their seed deep in my hole! I was being bred by 11 poz tops and I didn't care! I soon lost all track of what was going on, and when I eventually came back to reality, I was alone, and on my own still strapped in the sling with a combination of blood and cum leaking from my hole! I struggled and eventually managed to force my way out of the straps. I quickly got dressed and ran out o the building. I never discussed what happened with anyone, and when I tried to speak to the guy online, he didn't respond. Time went by and I went for a test, result Neg! I thought I'd have been releaved, but a small amount of disappointment filled me! Were the guys really poz, or was it just part of the rape play fantasy?
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Bondage fuck party this weekend. My 2 friends have agreed to tie me down and have as many guys as they choose to come by to get in on gang banging my ass. Mild to wild, will probably be more wild. Am going to be tied down good as im a beefy guy and will be trying to break free. I signed a waiver clearing whoever who comes over to fuck me however they want even if I ask them to stop. I plan on begging to be let go and for guys to stop. Am looking for guys who get into sexual dominance and can rape a guy's hole with him begging for mercy. No holds barred, just no blood or beating me up while tied down unless it's part of you abusing my ass and verbally abusing me. Message me for details or special requests. Friends will respond to requests and prep me to get nailed by each guy or team. Groups of men wanted. If you want anonymous, say so and I'll be blindfolded and lights turned down. If you want to be alone without my friends watching, ask, and we might be able to work something out. Have a buddy? Only bring if he's cool with the scene and plans on participating. Want a quick fuck without a group watching? Set a time. No strings, no requirements, no endless emails. My goals are exactly what I've stated here....looking for random guys to to rape me raw and not have any say or know who any of the guys who do it.
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Will be in the Miami area looking for those ROUGH, NASTY/SLEAZY pig raping tops. Email changelingdmv at gmail. -
33 yr old husky punk visiting nyc til tuesday. Want to be tied up, restrained, and blindfolded while a group of dominant, aggressive tops use me. Dungeon or public place (bathhouse/sex club) is good. Power bottom, searching for guys into forced/rape. Rougher the better. If your a dominant top who likes to own a bound cum slut, hit me up. Would love to have you whore me out, force guys upon me. punkdudeIL on xtube for short video of what my hole can handle. Like being taped as long as you share w/me.
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Is there such a thing as cross infection? I have been POZ for a year and prior to converting.. I was never a whore, slut, cock craving faggot... since converting I find myself wanting to take as much cock as possible and while I dont bareback out of fear of developing drug resistance I can't help to think that there is no such thing as cross infection and believe it's something the CDC is trying to make newly poz believe so it at least creates some fear and it will prevent SOME newly poz from barebacking.... I stated I find myself wanting to take as much cock as possible but the truth is WELL i do... I go to the BH walk around, find a big cock and spread my legs like a total fucking whore and invite the guy to pound me, to rape my hole, to use me and tear me up, to push my limits, try and fist me, spit on my face, down my throat, gag me and choke me, slap me, whore me out to other tops, NOT Whore me out and treat me as personal property... whatever the top wants I give it to him..... I've lost counts of how many cocks I've taken down my faggot cunt or down my faggot throat since turning poz... I started keeping count when I started going to the BH because I felt proud of being a cock starving/ball worshiping fucking faggot slut but then I stopped counting as I could not keep track Now I can't stop thinking of just swallowing as much cum as possible... having my throat fucked and it has to the point that the next day it's so sore but I dont care as it's a constant reminder that my throat was used by a man that knows I'm just a piece of meat, a hole whether it be my fag hole or fag throat that he uses to get off. I like feeling the tears rolling down my face, my nose buried in a hairy crotch inhaling the scent of a real dominant male using me to get off. I love cock and can't get enough... I want to be a complete FAGGOT HOLE!!
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March 23, 1998 Mike, I just had to write to someone and tell them what's happened, and as the first person I ever had sex with, you're the only person I think would understand what's happened to me. You remember how great it was the day we got drunk and were fooling around on the sofa and discovered we were both gay? You remember how great it felt/tasted when we were suckin each other off and shot in each other's mouths at exactly the same time? I had another experience very much like that this weekend! God, I'm stiff and drippin now, just remembering it and trying to write it all down here on the computer, so I can Email it to you! Damn! I hope I can get through all this before I have to go jack off again! Mike, I was in the Tobacco shop over on Main St. on Saturday morning. You know I love the smell of tobacco, though I don't like the taste of it. I was walking by there on the way over to The Gap to get some new jeans. Well, I could smell the tobacco outside before I even got to the store, as it was warm and they had the doors open. So I just wandered in and looked around. There was no one there but the clerk, and he was on the phone, so I went into the humidor and looked at all the cigars; boy, that is a SMELL I love! Then I was out lifting the lids on the jars of tobacco, just inhaling that wonderful pipe tobacco smell, when this man walked in. He was about 50 I guess, anyway he looked to be about as old as your father, his hair and beard were turning gray. He was wearing a plaid shirt with a leather vest, a leather jacket, black jeans and big black boots, and had on a leather cap. He looked like those leather guys we used to admire in the gay magazines, just older. I didn't pay much attention to him, I was too engrossed in the tobacco I was smelling. He went into the humidor, and was picking out some cigars, so I went back in to see what he was doing. I made like I was picking out a cigar, too. "Smell great, don't they, son?" he asked, which surprised me. I hadn't noticed him paying any attention to me, I was just enjoying the smell, I guess he noticed it. "Yeah, they really do smell great!" I replied. "They taste even better," he said, picking a few cigars out of a box. "I don't care for the taste, I just like the smell of the tobacco and the smoke," I said. He gave me a look then that just made me melt, you know, when a guy looks right into your eyes and into your soul? I don't know what he was thinkin, but I was just about to melt, here was an older man talking to me in a humidor, as if we both knew what we wanted. "You want to go smell what these are like when I smoke one?" he asked as he was leaving the humidor. "Oh, yeah! Let me get you one," I said, and I picked up the biggest one I could find, it was called a Jeroboam, I'd never seen one that big or that black. "One of my favorites," he said, and he put his arm over my shoulder and walked me to the cash register. I think the clerk must've thought we were father and son. He got about ten cigars, and I paid for the big one; it cost $10.00, I was surprised. Anyway, he headed us toward the door, and before I really realized what was happening, he led me to an old beat up van parked right outside. He unlocked the sliding door and got in, helped me in and shut the door behind me. I was kinda scared at this point. The van had been customized, it was all carpeted, but real dark, and I could see all kinds of chains hanging down from the ceiling. I didn't know what I'd got myself into. When my eyes got accustomed to the dark, I could see that there were no windows at all, they were all covered up, except there was a skylight type of thing that let in air and light. This guy was taking the cellophane off the cigar and cutting the end off the cigar. Then he handed it to me and said "Lick it, son, get it all wet, makes the cigar burn more slowly and last longer." I had seen guys do this before, so I licked it all over while he got his lighter out. It kind of turned me on to lick his cigar for him. He handed me the lighter and showed me how to work it, I hadn't seen one quite like it before, it made a real tight blue flame, not like the zippo lighters we used when we lit up joints. Anyway, he had his big cigar in his mouth, and was suckin through it while I held the lighter, and he had one arm on my shoulder and one on my hand, holding it steady, and I was so nervous I was shakin, but I really loved the smell of that cigar! It was really neat the way it made lots of blue smoke that rose up through the skylight, and I was enjoyin havin his hands on my shoulder and on my hand. When I looked at him, he was lookin right thru me again, and blowin the smoke right at me, and it made me like jelly. I think he knew I was very nervous. "Relax, son, enjoy this smoke!" He could talk around that big cigar, I was really getting excited and nervous all at once. He took the cigar out of his mouth and blew a cloud of smoke in my face. I just closed my eyes and breathed it in, and it was like I was on drugs again, Mike, Goddamn! I was about to pass out. Then before I knew what was happening, he put a pair of handcuffs on me and got my hands behind my back. When I was trying to shout for help, he slipped a gasmask over my head and got me attached to some chains, and I was held up and couldn't get away! I was scared shitless! I was gonna piss in my pants, I was so scared! I've never been that scared. The next thing I knew, there was cigar smoke coming in that mask, and it seemed to relax me, I was weak at the knees and I would've passed out, but the chains were holding me up, I couldn't see a thing or do anything. Then I felt my chinos being pulled down and my shorts, too, and I knew what he was up to. I'm a virgin, or at least I WAS a virgin back there, so I started to struggle, and strong arms grabbed me tight and held me still as this thick thing pressed against my asshole. The more I struggled, the tighter he held me, and the more I tried to breathe in and shout, the more cigar smoke I got in my lungs. It was so scary and so exciting, my dick was hard as a rock, I was sort of turned on like never before and about to cum, but SO SCARED. Then I felt this big thing pop my ass open, and I felt a pain I've never felt before. I was straining so hard against the chains, but he pulled me tight back against him, and I was breathin so hard, and it was all smoke, I was getting so high on it, it was a pain/pleasure I've never felt before, but I damn sure want to feel it over and over! Mike, I was in pain, but it felt so DAMN GOOD! I can't really describe it, I was moving back and forth and he had his arms tight around me and there was this big cock at my asshole and suddenly it was INSIDE my ass! GOD DAMN! I have never felt anything like it! I must've been screaming, I know I was takin in smoke and tryin to scream, but he just kept me tight and every time I moved away, he pulled me tighter and that stiff cock went in further. Then I thought it must be about to split me open, and he slid his hands over my chest, up under my shirt and pinched my nipples and I was buckin to get away, but it just impaled me more on that fuckpole of his! He got one hand on my stiff cock and started to jack me off, and his other hand was workin my nips, one, then the other, I was breathin in all that smoke, I thought I would pass out. That's when I realized he was really fuckin me hard, really poundin my ass, holding onto my hips, and I sort of realized it didn't hurt anymore, it just felt SO DAMN GOOD to have that big stiff cock up my ass! GODDAMN! I'm about to shoot just remembering it all again! He got a nip in each hand and twisted them, and I took the deepest breath you can imagine, which was all that thick cigar smoke, and I began to shoot cum, harder than I ever have in my life. You remember that time we both were 69ing and started to cum and you were suckin me so hard, I thought I would never stop cummin in your mouth? So I sucked you so hard, it made you cum even harder? And we both were so exhausted later we could hardly move? Well, it was the same Goddamn thing! Everytime I'd fire a cumshot, he'd slam another shot up my ass! I don't know how many times I shot cum in that van, but I know I had a big, hot load planted up my ass! DAMN! I just shot again, let me clean the cum off my legs. Anyway, Mike, that guy fucked my virgin ass, popped my cherry, planted a hot wet load of cum up my ass, till it ran down my legs when he pulled his cummy cock out. I was hangin there in the chains, limp, just about passed out, but thinkin this was the greatest sex I had ever had in my life, when I felt him suckin my cock, and I swear I shot another load down that man's throat! I have never felt anything like it, he was pullin on my balls and twistin my nips, and still sending clouds of cigar smoke into that gasmask, and I shot another load of cum right down his throat! I would never have thought I'd have another load of cum in my balls after that fuckin I had, but he found it and got it! Then I must've passed out, as the next thing I remember is realizin I was kissin someone, and it was him, he had his tongue in my mouth, and it was my cum and his smoke I could taste! Mike, I shot again while we were kissing! I sprayed him good, and I think he had a shot, too. That van was just absolutely blue with smoke, and I couldn't stand up, I was just hangin in the chains, shooting cum with this Daddy makin me so hot. I'm gonna hafta stop for a minute, hang on. I'm sorry, I had to go take a drink of water, I was gettin too hot remembering it all. I'm sorry to just go on and on like this in an Email to you, but nothing like this has ever happened to me, and I had to tell someone. So anyway, at some point I woke up on the floor of that van, and it was dark, and we had both been asleep for a while, I guess. I was just waking up and trying to figure out where I was when I realized he was awake and we were both naked. Then I saw his face and eyes, and he really looked like a nice guy, not like a rapist. I was real confused, and he kissed me, all over my face, my eyes, my nose, he was holding my face with his hands, and he got his tongue in my ears. I have never been so turned on by a man, Mike! He was telling me what a hot boy I was, how I was exactly what he's always dreamed of in a boy! I was stiff before I knew it, and we ended up 69ing and swallowing each other at the exact same time, just like you and me used to do! Anyway, his name is Jerry, he lives not three blocks from the campus, and I've been at his house most of this weekend, every moment I can get away. He says he'd be glad to have me move in with him, and I sure hope I can. I've been trying to get Mom and Dad to let me live off campus this semester. Maybe they'll let me, who knows? And Mike, Jerry can be real gentle, too. Yesterday we fucked in his bed, and it was just the best! He let me get on top and sit on his stiff cock, so it wouldn't hurt as much. Then he rolled me over, got my legs up on his shoulders and just pounded me full of his hot cum, and then he sucked me again and swallowed my cum while he fingered my ass, and it was just SO HOT! Later he showed me his sling and other equipment down in his basement playroom, and I asked him to rape me again, just like the night before, and he did! God, I love it, Mike! I love being his boy! I think I'm falling in love! I better quit and get this sent. I promised Jerry I'd come back for a fuck tonight, and GOD! Do I want it again! I hope you find someone like this Mike, you need to feel what I'm feeling right now. He's older, true, but he's experienced, and he knows how to do it so I want it again and again! It does hurt the first time, but then GODDAMN IT! You just want it over and over. I gotta run, I need it bad. See you soon! Bye! Ben (Jerry Prince, 1998)
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Its 75 out, and I want to get plowed right now! Im white, 26yo, 160lbs, avg build,ddf bottom. Im looking to strip nude, lock my clothes in my car and bend over the hood of my car while you go to town on my ass. I want you to hold me down and RAM your big long cock in me as HARD n DEEP as you can for as long as you can, from FIRST stroke to LAST! Im a masochist and get off on the pain, the more you can inflict, the better! Its my fault if Im not prepared for a massive cock, and you should brutally punish me for it! You MUST BE ddf and HIV-! Hit me up with ur STATS and a RECENT PIC of u or ur cock, and I wil reply with mine! This is for all them boys in the Inland Empire. Im in MoVal but travel around from Hemet to Rancho Cucamonga.
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Looking for live-in slaves to own and pimp out. MASTER
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Found this guy online on a sex site. He was in my neighborhood and I was horned up in the early morning and had the place to myself. it was early last summer - and just starting to get hot enough that you could have the windows open for a nice breeze. I hit him up and asked if he wanted to fuck, saying "I will leave the front door unlocked. You let yourself in, make your way upstairs and find me naked and blindfolded, up on all fours, ass up and ready for dick. I'll have hot BB porn playing. You interested?" "Fuck yeah! Give me the address and I'll head over." I unlocked the front door, put in one of my favorite T.I.M. vids, and positioned myself naked and blindfolded on the bed. I heard the front door open and close and his footsteps on the stairs as he slowly climbed them. As he entered the bedroom I heard him say "nice" as he striped out of his clothing. The sound of the porn playing in the background. He dove on to the bed and rammed his face and tongue into my hungry ass, his hands spreading my ass cheeks wide as he tongue-fucked my hole. He was rough and I knew I was in for a hot time. After he had rimmed me good, and had gotten me groaning and moaning, he moved in front of me, ripped-off my blindfold, lay back, legs spread wide, his dick hard and throbbing in front of me. It looked bigger than it had seemed in his on-line photos. Much longer with a nice juicy head and hard as nails. "Suck my cock you fuckin' pig" was all he said, as he grabbed the nape of my neck and shoved my face down on to his dick. I started sucking and licking. Soon enough he was deep-thrusting into my mouth and throat, all the while holding the back of my head as he face fucked me hard and deep. Then he pulled me up and off his cock, and leaned forward to roughly kiss me, his tongue invading my mouth as his whiskers gave me razor burn as our mouths clashed and wrestled with each other. I was so fucking turned on. Then he shoved me back down to his dick and resumed his relentless face-fucking. After a bit of deep throat-fucking, he lifted my head up again, and lay back while lifting his legs higher to reveal his hairy ass crack. "Rim my fucking hole, man" as he grabbed my head and slammed me deep into his crack. I went into overdrive with his musky scent and hot hairy hole, licking, sucking, kissing and rimming it. I heard him moaning in pleasure "fuck yeah fuck yeah fuck yeah." Then he repositioned the both of us, flipped me over so I was on my back as he sat on my face, lowering his hot ass down on to my open mouth and wagging tongue. "Deep rim that hole you fucker," as he started pinching and playing with my erect nipples. I spread his ass nice and wide and buried my face in his crack, and went to town. Eventually he pulled back and started feeding me his dick and balls from above, deep-throating me as he straddled my head, his hairy thighs keeping my head in a vice grip. "Fuck yeah! Suck that cock you fuckin' whore. Take that dick. Fuckin' faggot slut. You know you want it, man. Gonna fuckin' fill you up you fuckin' bottom bitch whore cocksucker. I'm gonna rape your fuckin' ass." Wiith that he climbed off of my drooling mouth and moved behind my ass, positioning me on all fours. I felt him spit on my hole and without any finese slammed his hard dick all the way in. A hard deep thrust that made me groan in genuine pain. It fuckin' hurt, and he knew it. "Fuck yeah, bitch. Take my cock. You fuckin' pussy cocksuckin' faggot," as he pulled his hard dick all the way out and slammed it back inside - long-dicking my ass hard and deep. It took a while for me to get used to his raping my hole. He was rough. He slapped my ass with abandon, grabbing my ass cheeks with his fingers, clutching them and spreading them wide as he started pumping harder and harder. Then he repositioned himself so that he was straddling me from behind, all the while his cock was deep in my hole, his legs straddling knees, squatting down as he held on to my waist and rammed his dick inside, pistoning in and out of my hole as a stream of obscenities flowed from his mouth. Repositioning himself again, this time pushing me forward so I lay face-down on the bed, spread eagle, his knees opening my legs even wider for his fucking pleasure. His lightly hairy chest rubbed against my naked back as he gripped my shoulders holding me in position as he rammed his dick deep. Then he surprised me: he started licking and chewing on my ear, reaching forward to catch deep rough kisses on my mouth then back to my ear "gonna fill you up pussy boy - gonna breed your fuckin' hole you slut." About then he started cumming and shouting out "Fuck yeah, take it bitch - giving you my fuckin' cum you whore - you faggot ass cocksucker - take it all." After he shot he kept pumping. My dick also shot, of course all over my sheets. His full weight collapsed on top of me as he started to slow down, his dick still buried deep in my hole. "Fuck yeah. Just what I needed this morning." Then he pulled his dick out, slapped my ass hard, dressed and headed out the front door.
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After years of fantasy and acting straight, and having girlfriends etc, and the age of 17 I had decided to come out. I told my family and people at school that I was gay. I admitted to fantasies about other guys in my year, and even pursued a couple that I was convinced was gay! It was shortly after my 18th birthday that I had my first sexual experience. It was late September and I'd gone out after finishing work at my part time supermarket job. Had only planned to have the one drink but ended up (as always) in the local club. The town I come from was never particularly tolerant of Gay people, so there were no Gay, or Gay-Friendly bars or clubs. Having come onto a guy in the club, I was asked to leave as a number of guys in there were ready to beat me up and the manager thought it would be best for everyone if I left. From there I decided that rather than walk one of the long routes home that I'd take a shortcut through the park. Bad move! The park was in the centre of the town's Islamic community, and made up a high proportion of my school's intake. While walking through the park I soon became aware that I wasn't alone, and soon was surrounded by 8 Asian lads who I recognised from school. "This is that puff from school, lads" one of them said "he says he likes cock!" "We don't like queers in our park" another said. "I think we need to teach him a lesson." I was convinced I was about to get beaten within an inch of my life! My heart was racing and I feared for my life. "I don't think he'll like cock much after this" said the guy in front of me! Next thing I knew, they grabbed me an pushed me to my knees! I closed my eyes in fear, then suddenly I felt a warm liquid hit my face, they were pissing on me. Then, one of the guys grabbed my head and opened my mouth while another pissed directly into it! As things continued, they each shoved their cocks down my throat. This was all too much, I'd never even been with a guy before, and here I was with 8 homophobic Muslim lads being pissed on and being forced to suck their cocks! "Get him on his back" one of them said. A couple of them grabbed me and threw me to the ground onto my back, they then stripped my pants off. In turn they each ploughed their cocks into me: no lube, no spit, just by brute force. None of them were particularly hung but it was a virgin hole that had had no preparation. The onslaught seemed to last forever 'though in reality was probably an hour or so. But each guy brutally fucked my hole to shreds and planted a load. Having all finished they spat on me and left. While in shock at what had happened I lay the on the ground leaking cum and blood onto the path beneath me. I never spoke of that day again!
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Poor Choice Leads to Forced Conversion
Hotload84 posted a topic in Bug Chasing & Gift Giving FICTION
Guys, there’s an old adage that goes, ”Watch out what you wish for….” Well, let me tell you I had a lot of bizarre fantasies—and they all came true—along with a lot more than I ever wanted or expected. I met Troy in an AOL chatroom. We started off with the usual BS. Over time I revealed my innermost fantasies to him, though to my credit I confessed they were just—reveries. He got bored, said he was into none of that. Nonetheless, we continued corresponding. I came to think of him as just another internet acquaintance—because I’m your typical fortyish gay male and he, a 23 year old muscle jock—straight at worst, Bi, at best. So gradually I lost interest, and our chats became less frequent. One day he e-mailed me asking if I’d like to meet. My cock sprang to attention. We reconnoitered at a local bar. I get nervous when I meet new people, and that night I got very, very drunk. I said I needed to get home, but Troy told me I could spend the night with him. It was Friday evening, going on Saturday, and through my drunken haze the thought of bedding down with hunky Troy enthralled me. Big mistake. No sooner did we reach his van, than he and two of his companions jumped me. They bound and gagged me, and threw me in the back. One of them slapped my ass, muttering what a fun night it was gonna be. Images of gay-bashings flashed through my inebriated brain. I thought sure this was the end. We drove for what seemed like hours, and turned off on a bumpy, gravelly road. The three of them got out. The rear door opened, and they dragged me to my feet. They untied my legs. It was so dark I couldn’t see a thing, but from the smells and night sounds, I knew we were in the country. They led me up some stairs. Troy fumbled with a key and shoved me in a pitch black room. They removed the cuffs, stripped me, and lifted me to a massive wooden table. I struggled, though I knew I wasn’t going anywhere without my clothing. Using rope and straps, they bound me, face up, spread-eagled, and went outside. I was strapped down around my chest and arms and legs, so I was pretty well immobilized. Nothing else happened for a while; but I heard their raucous laughter and beer tabs popping. Finally they returned, beers in hand, and hovered over me. Troy pointed to the others. There were Todd and Timmy. The three T’s. All three were pretty decent—especially Timmy—the most gorgeous twink I’d ever laid eyes on—early twenties, tan, and built. Troy spoke. “This is Pussy Faggot Danny, my internet companion. Danny would be an all right kind of queer, ‘cept he’s got these disgusting fantasies regarding watersports and AIDS. So I thought we’d give him a taste of his own medicine, and see how much he likes it. In addition, we got a couple extra treats for Danny. Ever hear of Hepatitis-B, Danny Boy? I got it. And tonight I’m gonna share it with you.” “Todd here’s our Nurse. He’s gonna make sure you get our STD’s. He’s got the Clap—for the third time. He’s gonna give it to you. Hope you appreciate his pain. I asked him to skip the Penicillin until he got through with you.” “I’m sure you’ve noticed pretty Timmy, here. He’s your dream cum true. He’s got HIV. Know how he got it? Gang-banged by a bunch of faggots like yourself. He’s a little homophobic, so don’t push him.” Troy handed Tim a leather gag with a ball sewn in it. The ball had a hole in the center. To help me breathe, I figured. Gorgeous Timmy bent over me, and my cock began to stir. He punched me in the balls. My nuts shriveled, I wailed. My high-pitched shriek resounded off the cabin walls. It didn’t even sound like me. Tim slapped my face, bloodying my nose. “Do that again, cocksucker, and you’ll regret it.” He hastily regagged me, and shoved a plastic funnel in the hole. Troy approached with a black butt plug. Todd and Timmy lifted up my legs. Sans lube, he shoved it in me. I screamed again, but, gagged, my cries came out like puppy yelps. Tears rolled down my cheeks. “Okay, Todd. Go to work on him.” The nurse Todd lubed up a catheter and pushed it in my piss slit. My torment was intense. His veins stood out as he worked it in me. I cried in agony. At last it slid into my bladder. Yellow fluid filled the tube. Todd smiled in satisfaction. “First time I ever did that.” He connected the other end of the tubing to the funnel. Piss began to flow into my mouth. I coughed and gagged, but learned I had to swallow or drown in my own urine. Reaching in his pocket, Todd pulled out a syringe. From Troy, then Timmy, then himself, he drew blood. Three times I suffered their serologic injections. I ended up with Band-Aids on my arms. At last they retreated to the porch. I was glad to be alone. How dare they do this to me! True homophobes would have done me better. At least I’d have been dead by then. But these Fuckers meant for me to live—and suffer! Beneath the gag a fatalistic smile crossed my face. I was totally at their mercy, but I was going to survive! When they returned, about half an hour later, all three of them were nude. I found myself admiring their youthful bodies. They had such taunt physiques, compared to my forty year-old body. Laughing, they approached the table. One by one they pissed into the funnel. I swallowed madly, attempting to absorb their streams. I thought my gut was gonna burst. Their beer-diluted urine overflowed the funnel and ran down my cheeks and neck. Troy said, “Timmy, give Danny Boy a good night kiss. He seems to like you best.” “Fuckin’ AIDS Whore!” Timmy growled. Anticipating yet another blow, I shut my eyes. A door slammed somewhere. I opened them again as a hand massaged my dick. I shuddered when I realized I was alone with sadist Timmy. Warily I awaited another unprovoked attack; but alone he seemed transformed. I grew sexually aroused. I’d forgotten the catheter till I spasmed. N ever had I experienced such an intense yet painful climax! Timmy disconnected the tube from the funnel and sucked my cum, and piss, down his throat. He removed the gag and kissed me deeply—spitting jizz and piss from his mouth to mine. God, that troubled boy was hot! He disconnected the tubing from the funnel and pulled out the butt plug. It had shit and blood all over it. He stuck the end of the catheter up my ass. My recycled urine, and theirs, flowed into my ass, puddling on the table beneath me. He lit a cigarette and went outside. When he returned, urine was dribbling on the floor. He reconnected the tubing to the funnel, untied my legs, and raised them to his shoulders. His hard shaft probed between my legs. Between the blood and piss and shit, he entered me easily. That beautiful POZ man plunged in and out of me. I was torn between his superlative magnificence and the ugly disease I knew consumed him. Timmy thrust harder. His breathing came in spurts, his panting grew intense. That ravishing maniacal youth was close to cumming. “HERE’S HIV FOR YOU, COCKSUCKER!” He convulsed as volley after volley of his poison jizz shot in me. Exhausted, his noxious shaft quiescent, his handsome profile collapsed upon my chest. His sinewy forearms encircled me. He ravenously bit my neck till it was badly bruised. Toward morning, Todd came in. With bloodshot eyes, he stumbled toward me. His need was obvious. He leaned over the table, his slimy shaft, glistening precum, bobbed up and down mere inches from my face. He worked his shaft as if to milk the precum from it. A greenish-yellow goo oozed out instead. “I’m gonna see the Doc on Monday, but tonight we party.” He pulled the bloody, shitty, cummy butt plug from my ass, and wiped it across my face. He undid my legs. I kicked and wailed my through the gag. He slapped my gut. “Stop that shit, or I swear I’ll cut you!” I acquiesced. Gonorrhea could be cured: castration was forever. After his violent adrenal rush, he had trouble getting hard again. He fucked me half an hour before he shot. At 9:00 A.M. the three of them removed the apparatus. Troy ran a wash cloth across my blood and cum and shit caked face. They let me dress, retied, regagged me, and led me to the van. The morning sunlight blinded me. The place was someone’s summer cabin. Beyond the unkempt lawn, tall pine trees soared above the sequestered structure. I sensed a different attitude in Todd and Timmy. They treated me kindly, almost with respect—now that I was one of them. When we got back to the bar, Troy crawled in. He shut the door behind him. Air off, the summer sun baked the roof and made the inside suffocating. We were alone. His accomplices had fled. He unzipped, and his massive 8” shaft popped out. He untied my shoes and pulled off my jeans and briefs. “Remember this, Cocksucker.” His pole connected with my ass. So close to freedom, I had not the slightest inkling nor desire to resist. My second shot at Hepatitis B, I thought. He untied and ungagged me. I quickly dressed. He threw the van doors open to alleviate the stifling heat. By then we were both drenched with sweat. Afraid he might reconsider, I crawled on hands and knees towards the door. “You belong to us now. Keep in touch,” he yelled out after me. The only other vehicle in the lot was mine. I staggered in a zigzag pattern toward it. I fumbled for my keys. By the time I got inside, Troy, too, was gone. I slept all day and into Sunday, awoke feverish and sick—three blood stained Band Aids on the bed stand. -
So my trip to the bathhouse last night did not get off to a good start... typical "miss" night with the guys that I'm not attracted to trying to touch me, kiss me and fuck me.... for as much of a whore that I am I do tend to be selective in whose cock receptacle I will be. I do not let overly gross looking men fuck me... regardless of cock size I head straight to the steam room knowing it's a guarantee to get some cock. At least there I'm blinded by the steam and a cock is simply just a cock! I was disappointed by the selection of dick available as none were big enough to gag me and choke me. Nonetheless I got down on my knees and offered my faggot throat to any dick that was willing to use me.... There was a older male probably in his 50's about 300+ hard big belly real straight dad type looking... he had sucked me off in the dry sauna.... he whipped his cock out and i proceeded to take him down all the way down to the base with his balls resting on my chin... it's then that I discovered that he was a very dom.... shoving his fingers in my mouth, telling me what a good cocksucking whore i was and how talented I was at displaying my love of cock He motioned for the guy sitting nearby to step up and use my throat and to "gag the fag".. it was a long approx 9 inch decent size in thickness cock.... Black dude too I may add... i turn into a bigger whore for a hot black guys cock.... had the dad, the black guy and some older white dude taking turns gagging me and forcing themselves unto me.... after feeling like passing out due to the high steam I went upstaris to the theather room and saw a muscle blond dude that I've played with before with a beautiful thick cock.. smooth soft body and total fan of using and fucking my throat... rubbing his ball sack in my face and ordering me to suck harder and making it known i can suck as hard as I want as it wont hurt him.... like a good whore who am I to say no.... I sucked this blond stud for about 30 minutes while there were approx 10 guys gathered around jerking off but all of them too much of a pussy to come close to get off using me.... mostly everyone there is afraid of rejection! I then ran into of my favorite tops that while not muscled nor fat he is sort of a cub big build, light brown hair, goatee, real straight looking with a fucking hot thick cock that drives me nuts... he knows it too so he orders me to follow him to his room and I follow him like an eager whore knowing I will get some good thick cock down my hole! I immediately get down to my knees and start working on his tool!! I look up and keep the head of his cock in my mouth and open which he knows it's an invitation for him to feed me his spit. He does.... I LOVE WHEN HE FEEDS ME HIS SPIT and I can mix it with mine and slobber it all over his 9 inch thick cock. After about about 20 minutes of cock worship he tells me to get on the bed and show him my hole... i immediately get on the bed, on my back, spread my legs as wide as possible and show him my tight puckered hole that wont be tight at all when he is done with me.... He eats me out enough to get me wet and sloppy and proceeds to own my hole, pounding me, hands on my throat, choking me, slapping me and spitting all over my face which I beg him to continue doing! I love the feel of his spit covering my face all slimey knowing I must look like a piece of meat turns me on.... knowing I have his spit all over my face and I continue to beg for more until he cant spit anymore he continues to pound me, hurting me and stretching me out, shoving a few fingers in my hole while his thick cock is stretching me already! He gets a sinister smile on his face and asks me whose hole he is fucking.... he knows and I know the answer but it has to be confirmed... I tell him that he owns my hole and that's all i am... A FAGGOT HOLE TO PLEASURE HIS COCK..... he fucks me and rapes my hole tearing me up and leaving me so swollen inside that I find msyelf truly asking him to stop and trying to get away but he holds me tight and says NO YOU CAME INTO MY ROOM WHICH MEANS YOU ARE MINE AND YOUR HOLE IS MINE AND WE ARE NOT DONE UNTIL I SAY I'VE HAD ENOUGH he has me with my chest shoulders and face touching the bed, back arched and ass up in the air and there he is just drilling my fucking cunt while im crying begging him to stop but I know deep down in my head that i really do not want him to stop.. i want him to continue to rape me which he does until he has had enough, gives me his load and tells me to get the fuck out of his room since he no longer has use for me!
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I'm putting this in the general forum 'cause I want to explain to the people who are turned off by bug chasing why I allow it on the site. Eventually I'll move the thread into the backroom, but I think it's worth a broader discussion initially... A friend of mine in the porn business took offense when I said his traffic wasn't all that raunchy compared to mine. He said he had lots of "rough looking men, fetish including fisting, piss etc." on his sites. But to me things like fisting are pretty mainstream these days. I then related to him some of the challenges of moderating this forum - how some of you cross the line and advocate stealth breeding of unwilling neg bottoms. The idea that I'm promoting bug chasing and gift giving freaked my friend out a bit and so I felt compelled to try to explain it to him in a way he could understand. Here's what I wrote him... ----- I see the whole bug chasing gift giving thing much the same way I see BDSM. Much of "the standard raunchy stuff" you mention works on the basis that sex is about power and control / domination and submission. While romantic sex is put on a pedestal, domination and submission is still quite normal though they're often misunderstood. Still, if you do a BDSM activity to someone who doesn't consent the act becomes rape. The fact that there are scenarios in which the act is rape doesn't mean the other forms of it are evil. Hell, romantic sex can also turn into rape if there isn't consent. Giving and receiving cum is also incredibly natural and normal. I think it's actually quite deep in our psyche. Humans are the dominant species on our planet because we have the drive to procreate. There are bottoms who can't imagine asking a top to use a condom - either because they're submissive or because they crave cum - both impulses are quite normal. Those bottoms have two choices - ignore the fact that they probably will become HIV+ and "just let it happen", or embrace the whole process. I actually respect the people who embrace it more. For them it's a conscious, thoughtful decision. But they're called bug chasers and told to be ashamed of their impulses. To me the problem is the general stigma around bug chasing and gift giving. It's created an environment where all bug chasing and gift giving are seen as wrong (and sometimes illegal). People used to see BDSM in the same light. But there's a difference and consent is the dividing line between the two sides... I don't mind being associated with bug chasing because I see it as something that's normal and natural and done quite thoughtfully. My challenge on the forum are the psychos who think that there's no difference between the criminal form and the normal form. The fact that many gay guys stigmatize all forms of bug chasing and don't draw a distinction between the two types doesn't help... ----- I've had a number of you complain 'cause I temporarily ban you for advocating stealth breeding. In some cases the line is crossed inadvertently - to you they're fantasy scenarios but they seem a bit too real to the rest of us. But I don't apologize for drawing the line and enforcing the distinction. If that bothers you, then you need to go to another site... But for all of you who who've made the decision to be a bug chaser, and all you poz tops who want to help them on their quest - this site is meant to be a safe haven for you... Still, I need the whole bug chasing / gift giving discussion to be off in it's own private area on the site ("the backroom") for a few reasons... One is to keep it away from the eyes of the general public who don't understand it. And two is because it's a turn off for some guys and I want this to be a site they enjoy too... Thoughts? -
Anthony's screeching paused precisely as the pipes overhead took a deep hissing breath. Somewhere in the deep cement walls a furnace turned on, a boiler began driving pressure into the tubes throughout the building. Water rushed overhead, cramming itself down the channels, desperate for release from a valve or faucet. The relief would not come until morning; no one was in the building again until morning, except for Anthony and Trevor. The water built up pressure, causing creaks and moans made by metallic trying to bend, trying to give way. But a tube can only give way so much, before busting itself open in a rainshower of fluids. The hissing subsided. The water overhead found a new, if temporary stasis. Still, deep in the walls, iron moaning could be heard; grunts of iron. Soon echoed by grunts, again, from Anthony. Trevor leaned his arm forward more, raising the volume on Anthony's panicked cries. Soon, the pipes could not be heard over the din of Anthony's terrified wailing. Trevor shut out the sound of Anthony's voice and leaned inward. Trevor lifted one knee from where he was kneeling. His legs were stiffening from standing on the hard tile for so long. He braced himself with his other knee and pushed his weight forward. Somewhere inside Anthony's guts, organs began shifting position, cramming themselves against his rib cage. Anthony made a fist and banged the wall in time with a rhythmic scream. Trevor's elbow was now entirely within Anthony's sphincter. In the walls a loud creak began pressing against it's cement casing. Water pressure was building again. Somewhere, a furnace's rumble began churning. Anthony suddenly swung his arm around. He grabbed Trevor's bicep, patting around, trying to blindly decipher where the young man's arm ended and his sphincter began. He fingered around the edges of the hole, feeling the swollen red lumps of flesh. Then back a bit up Trevor's arm. "No," Anthony whimpered. He pulled his arm forward again, braced it stiff against the wall beside his other one. "Okay, look - no. This can't happen. Something doesn't feel right." Anthony's leg began suddenly bobbing up and down from fatigue. He stiffened it, but when he relaxed it again, the bobbing resumed. He hung his head and looked at the wet tiles. A drop of water hung from the tip of his nose. He panted: "Trevor, you gotta pull out." The drop of water fell from his nose. The pain began in his stomach again. He thrust his head up and stared at the showerhead sticking out of the wall. He pipes behind it were creaking with pressure. He moaned, long and low, and he felt Trevor leaning inward again. "Trevor!" he shouted. "For fuck sake NO! Something is fucked up!" ""Shut up," Trevor said, quiet. Anthony wasn't sure he heard him. "Trevor - fuck - Something is tearing- "SHUT UP, MAG," Trevor shouted. "Trev - I can't-" "Nothing, dude," Trevor interrupted. "This happens. Nothing stops it. Don't make me think about it. Just shut up and get this over with!" He leaned inward. Anthony's legs gave way and he shrieked. The noise was cut short by his head slamming the wet walls. His knees went down hard, jerking Trevor's arm in a new angle, Anthony let out a shriek and reached around again with his hand. "Get up," Trevor said. He slapped Anthony's hand away from his arm. "On your feet dude, like we agreed! Get UP" He lifted his huge arm upwards, causing Anthony to holler more. "I can't man," Anthony cried. Tears began in his eyes. "For the love of god, Trevor, Something is fucked up inside - pull it out man! Please! Please-" He was bawling. "UP," Trevor yanked his arm up again. Anthony planted one foot on the wet floor, and began walking his arms up the wall. At standing, he reached around again. Trevor slapped his hand, and gave his arm a twist. Anthony howled. As the noise subsided, the pipes overhead began to hiss again. "Stop, man!" Anthony said, lower, trying to sound controlled. "Look, I'll do Togo's arm again. I'll do it fucking twice! Please! I'll take half the fucking team! Just get that thing OUT OF ME!" "Wouldja shut up, Magliardi? You were the fuckhead who said twenty-one," Trevor shouted. "Togo took Jim's twenty, makes a few bucks, but you gotta be a musclehead tough guy. You said twenty-one, easy. I got four hundred on this. So shut the fuck up, man - this is all on you not me!" "FUCK YOU, TREV!" Anthony shouted. "I got over a fucking grand from half the team on the fucking line, and I could care the fuck less! You saw what happened to Kevin-" "Don't mention Kevin!" Trevor twisted his arm quickly. Anthony yowled again. Trevor leaned inward, easing his bicep into Anthony's engorged hole. The yowling continued for a few minutes. The echoes bounced off the shower walls, leaking through the locker room, subsiding a moment after Anthony's own voice eased off. "It's not worth it," Anthony cried. He began to sob. "Fuck man please," he was sniffling. The drops from his chin weren't from the condensing steam of the shower room, nor from his own sweat. He was crying hard. "God Trevor, you're gonna fuck me up for life!" "And be four hundred richer," Trevor said quietly. "You're gonna ruin me - fucking rupture some shit-" he interrupted his plea to screech again. Then resumed sobbing. "Please, god, please! Fuck Trevor, PLEASE!" "Twenty one-inch bicep," Trevor said, low and angry. "'I can easy take a twenty-one,' you told 'em. Took a twenty, so you can do this. Shut your fucking pussy mouth and OPEN-" Trevor shoved, Anthony screeched "YOUR-" More force from the huge arm - higher shrills from the gaping mouth. "FUCKING-" Another shove, another scream. "FAG-" Deeper, louder. "ASS!" Anthony's wailing cut short. His body held still; he had a slight nausea building. He stared, mouth agape, at the shower head. His voice would give way to no more wailing; shock had taken over. His eyes quivered. He felt something shifting; felt the bicep sliding into his hole. The pipes are in the walls, whining, accompanied by a low chuckle from Trevor. Anthony's throat made clicking noises. He tried to scream, but wheezing came out. He could feel the arm now, only as pressure. The pain was not in his ass, it was in his stomach, his chest. He reached around, feeling for the girth of Trevor's massive, hard arm. Anthony patted a thick, tense mound of muscle, examining it. He kept tracing the muscle, trying to draw the line up the massive muscle to the shoulder. Suddenly his hand went limp, one finger gently tracing the muscle. Anthony could not find where the muscle met Trevor's shoulder, because, he realized, this WAS Trevor's shoulder. Trevor held his blonde cheek close to Anthony's ass muscles. He panted from the work, and kept chuckling. Somewhere dripping water could be heard, spattering, sloppy onto cement. Anthony stayed quiet for fifteen minutes. Twenty minutes. The two young men stayed in their position, holding still. A perverse statue of coiled muscle and pain. At one point, Anthony closed his eyes, visualizing his buddy Trevor, seeing him as he looked in the showers that very afternoon. Trevor was the biggest on the team; a steroid junky at 19 years, and a freak of proportions. His was the muscleman distorted into a freak of blonde, swelled muscle. Considered grotesque by so many, and the envy of the entire team. His buddy's knew his measurements like their middle names; 54-inch chest, 34 inch waist, 31 inch quads, 21 inch arms . . . Trevor's arms were the ultimate bet, the ultimate proof of just how much pain one young man could stand. And how much humiliation. Anthony, indeed, survived the experience, and had no permanent damage. It took quite a while for the pain and cramping to subside, and the lack of lubricant left him with hemhorroids for weeks. However, if his own track was spared, the pipe system of the ancient athletic building was not. The pipes, indeed, could not take the pressure of the relentless, methodical boiler. That night, there was a pipe burst, in the men's locker room, Inches of water splattered onto the floor. Two custodians, in the next building, rushed over, barging into the locker room. As the story was told over and over, Trevor's name was forgotten. Perhaps it was because he was an intimidating young man, whom no one would want to anger with slander casually. Perhaps Trevor was left out of the details because of how shocking, how amazing a sight Anthony must have been to the two confused janitors. The most likely reason was that Anthony was expelled two days later for lewd behavior. Trevor graduated in May. After graduation, eight of the men from the team took a trip to Cancun. Trevor's was generously paid for. $1,400.00 had found their way into his pocket the very evening Anthony was expelled. The money that was meant for Anthony Magliardi sat in the designated kitty - locker 467 - and when the group of boys who had set up the bet resumed, they saw that Trevor was clearly the hero of the day, and deserved Anthony's share of the loot. Anthony was not so keen of the idea, and made certain that his former teammates knew this at a house party in June. Togo hastily explained to Anthony that the bet was taking his TEAMMATE'S arm. Seeing as he was expelled, he lost the bet. Anthony's name had been smeared over school as Mag the Fag, he was dumped by his girl, and put into counseling by his folks. The scar of humiliation stuck for years after. Any in-joke to gay sex being known as "Magging out." None of this sat well with Anthony, who had spent his days of expulsion bulking his own frame. He was nowhere near as big as Trevor McGinty, but he could have easily taken Tom Goddard. In fact, at that part, he tried, swinging a solid punch to the jaw of the team's instigator, Togo. "Now THAT was NOT such a smart thing to do, Mag," Tom Goddard said, rubbing his chin on the ground. Around him stood Trevor McGinty, Kevin Hugo, Bones Garret; all of Anthony's former teammates. "Get up, Togo you bastard!" Anthony shouted. He whipped off his tanktop, revealing his muscular body in an attempt to intimidate. "I'm not going to fight you, Mag," Togo said, standing up slowly, hand still on his jaw. "What, you gonna set the rest of these pricks on me?" Anthony nodded towards his former buddies. They all glared at Anthony, with snarls on their slightly drunken faces. All except Trevor. He leaned against the porch railing, smiling. "Oh, we're not gone fight you, Mag," Togo said. "We're gonna give you another chance." "Chance at what," Anthony shouted. "Letting that fucking moose tear me open again? I don't think so." "No, you won't have to do that," Togo grinned. "You already agreed to not do that. In fact - the way I heard the story - so long as Trevor here doesn't stick his huge ass arm up your cunt, you'd be willing to take my baby twice, and then half the team." Anthony's face dropped. He looked around at his former teammates faces. One by one, they caught on to Togo's idea. One by one, their snarls turned to grins. Anthony charged at Togo, but before he could swing, Kevin, Bones and three other guys pounced him. In a moment his shorts were yanked off and he was being dragged by his ankles to a dark back corner of the yard. As they yanked his mighty legs open, someone suggested they drag him a little further out. "My dad just put in an automatic sprinkler," the voice said. "Take him further into the woods. As they dragged the 230 pounds of Mag the Fag into the thicket behind the house, Anthony could hear the gurgling of water in pipes buried deep within the lawn. And somewhere, back near the house, a deep chuckling.
