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Fake Bareback Porn Cast (Part 1) “Actors for adult movies wanted – only male erotica. Interested? Call 555-BAREBACK for further information.” Jake was at a coffee shop when he read the ad in a gay journal, and being in serious need of some money, he decided he would give it a try, so some two hours later, when at home, he called the company, having decided it was too sensitive a subject to discuss in public. The telephone rang and a male voice answered “BareRapeEnterprises. My name is Sydney. How can I help you?” “Hey there, my name is Jake Myers. I’ve read your ad in a journal and wondered if you are still looking for male actors.” “Yes we are. May I ask your age?” asked the voice on the other end of the call. “I just turned 18,” Jake answered.. “We are looking for young male actors to play the submissive role. Are you top or bottom?” “I'm versatile, I guess, but if you need a bottom, then I'll bottom. Look, I really need the cash, by the way. How much would I earn?” Jake asked, cutting to the chase. “First of all we need to interview you. If our management is satisfied with your looks and your stats you will be invited to a casting. There you will meet our director and maybe another actor with whom you would shoot some scenes. For both – the interview and the casting, you won't get paid, but if you are chosen for a role in a porn movie you get up to 250 dollars per scene. You could earn up to a 1000 dollars per movie - in the beginning,” Sydney explained, adding “There could be changes to the contract, but you will get to read it before you sign it. If, of course, you're chosen.” Jake heard a warm chuckle in Sydney's voice. “May I ask your height and weight?” Sydney continued. “I'm 170 cm tall and weigh around 55 kilos” Jake replied. “Excellent,” Sydney commented, apparently noting down Jake's stats. “What is your hair color and eye color?” he next asked. “Blond with blue eyes,” Jake responded. “Do you have problems changing your style? Haircut, hair color and so on?” Sidney questioned. “Nah – I am open for a change” “Now, you remarked you're a bottom. Are you a virgin?” Jake openly laughed, and then giggling answered "Nope. I am experienced. I've had several boyfriends, and believe me, I know my way around when it comes to sex.” “Alright. I will give this information to my supervisor. Please give me your telephone number. If my supervisor is interested in interviewing you, he'll give you a call." Jake gave Sydney both his home number and his cell phone number, concluding the call by commenting he hoped to hear back from the supervisor. Three days later, while Jake was on the bus, en route to a friend's house, Jake's cell phone rang. “Hello there. This is Tony speaking from BareRapeEnterprises. Am I talking to Jake Myers?” a deep voice asked. His heart skipping a beat, Jake answered “Yes, I'm Jake. Hi Tony, what can I do for you?” “Hey Jake. We would like to invite you to an interview. Are you still interested in taking part in a porn production?” “Yes, I am. I can’t believe you actually called me. I was vaguely thinking you weren't interested," Jake commented. “No – we are casting right now for a new production and so we are quite busy with this project. If you don’t mind, we would like to connect the interview with the casting. This means, if you pass the interview we will take some shootings right away. Is that okay with you?” Tony asked. “Sure, that's fine. When and where do you want me?” “Tomorrow would be fine, say at 10:00 AM,” Tony replied, also providing the address to an apartment where the interview would be held. The next day when Jake arrived at the address, he was a bit disappointed. He had, of course, seen many, many porn porn flicks, and the background location of each flick was usually a large, handsome house complete with a luxurious pool, but the address to which he had been directed was a perfectly ordinary, if not actually run down apartment complex. But, being short of money (and having made a fairly long trip to the address), he rang found the apartment and rang the bell. Almost immediately the door opened, and a good looking guy in a white shirt and a business pants asked "You must be Jake. I'm Tim, and I'm the producer/director of the film." Jake replied appropriately, and when asked, provided his ID card, even as he discretely tried to focus on Tim's crotch, where, it was apparent, an exceptionally large tool resided. Tim made a photocopy of Jake's ID, and gave him a contract to review and sign. Jake definitely signed it, but honestly only skimmed the contract. Taking the contract back from Jake, Tim explained the interview would be used for internal purpose only, but the casting could be videotaped and, if used, Jake would earn 50 dollars. Tim went on explaining, however, it was unlikely the casting video would be used. Then Tim asked a wide range of intimate questions, such as "How often do you bottom?" and "How often do you top?" and "Describe your favorite sexual activities, as well as the most extreme sexual experiences you've had?" Tim specifically asked about gang bangs, piss play, and the largest cock Jake could readily take in his ass. Being an honest fellow, Jake answered he had not yet been a gangbang bottom, but was happy to try, and while he had swallowed piss, yellow play wasn't a major part of his repertoire, and the largest cock he could remember taking was a full eight inches, but he was excited at the prospect of taking a bigger cock in his hole. "Do you have any sexual limits?" Tim asked. "Not especially," Jake answered, adding "but I draw the line with women, boys and animals." Afterwards Tim asked Jake to undress in front of the cam and in so doing, Jake tried to look as sexy as possible, even licking his lips as he smiled into the camera, a la Marilyn Monroe. He also posed to display his tight, small ass, and played with his hole, sliding a couple of fingers into his opening as he moaned like a bitch in heat. Tim was a very 'hands-on' director, and without saying a word, just giving an appreciative smile, slid his thumb into Jake's ass, complimenting him as he did so, saying it was exceptionally tight, and, withdrawing his thumb, Tim took a seat at his desk and asked "Would you mind sucking me off while I film you?" In a nanosecond Jake was down on his knees, opening Tim's belt and zipper, and helping Tim pull his trousers down, revealing Tim's fat, eight inch, rock solid cock. Initially Jake simply stroked Tim, but as the cam recorded the images, Jake swirled his tongue around Tim's dick head, licking the underside of his prick, all the while trying to keep some degree of eye contact with the camera. As he did so, Tim encouraged Jake to give the cam a good show, urging “You gotta suck harder and keep your eyes on me. Yeah, look at me…. yeah – right,” he moaned. Jake had made-up his mind to drain Tim's balls empty, wanting to give him such a great blow job that Tim would be sure to cast Jake in the next movie, Jake as the latest star in the porn industry, earning thousands and thousands of dollars with each film. “You gotta keep my junk in your mouth. Keep it in your mouth and show it to me,” Tim grunted. Jake sucked hard on Tim’s cock, sensing Tim was beyond horny, convincing himself he could see all-consuming lust in Tim's eyes. And apparently Jake was right, as just as he sensed Tim's cock swell-up even harder, Tim climaxed, shooting wad after wad up into Jake's mouth, collecting Tim's ample load of seven cum shots into his mouth, holding all the full, rich white sperm in his mouth, Jake slid off Tim's dick, moved closer to the camera, whereupon Tim murmured “Open your mouth to me. Show me the pool of semen. Fuckin' nice.” Then Tim instructed “Now close your mouth and swallow, showing me your cum-coated tongue - yeah, great, let's see the cum coating your mouth, teeth and tongue. Very nice. Now, swallow the sperm, junk boy," Tim instructed. Jake looked a bit puzzled, and gestured to Tim and trying to form a word: “Heeeerrrr… thy?” Tim understood. He had been in this position before. “Healthy? Of course I am healthy. We don’t gamble with our actors. We take testing our staff and future stuff very seriously,” almost giving Jake a look of absolute annoyance. Without any additional hesitation Jake closed his mouth, swallowing Tim's load, and then opening his mouth to illustrate the accomplishment. “There you go…. well done and a nice shot…. except the ending,” Tim remarked as he began to rouse himself. “Sorry, but I totally forgot this subject and I want to stay healthy and you are obviously recording bareback porn,” Jake responded, trying to explain himself. “Nah – it's okay," Tim replied, adding "Like I said, we have health tests regularly to secure the safety of our staff. You as a newcomer, you have to prove to us you're are healthy. We want an authorized provider. You'll get the money for your test back, if you are cast for a film.” With the explanation Jake relaxed a little bit more and felt safe again. “We will call you – if the material is good enough for our executive staff.” With that Jake rose and dressed, once again apologizing for the confusion, even as he was sure he wouldn’t be cast for a film. But even so he decided to get tested, film or no film, just to be prepared. Of course the test results were negative, just as Jake expected, thinking to himself 'But then HIV transmission from oral sex is quite rare, isn't it?' Jake was a reasonably careful man, feeling he wouldn't gamble with his health, and knowing the rules, felt he would be able to participate in the bareback porn industry and yet avoid contracting HIV. Tim, meanwhile, had already concluded Jake would be a perfect match for the scam Tim and his partner (yes… there were only two involved in this scam) had in mind for the many biohazard tops who were always craving young, innocent boys.
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Hello! This is my first post of a fantasy I've been thinking about, and I really hope that you guys enjoy it as much as I've enjoyed writing it. It's just been my father and me since I was six, my dope-headed mother having gone off the rails and left us. I haven't spoken to her since and couldn't care less. Her absence meant I had a lot of time to spend with my father, who I guess I had adored for years. He certainly was my hero as I grew-up. When I was 16 he came out to me. I guess he'd thought I would hate him for it, because he began to cry. That shocked me more than the fact that he was gay. You see, standing at six foot six inches, and two hundred and thirty pounds of steel muscle, he towered over me. Still, his being gay didn't really bother me. What did bother me was eventually he started bringing home these - hmm - little twink faggots. They really irked my nerves, so I started going to a local gym so I could escape seeing them, and after two years of intense training, my body was sculptured magnificently. I noticed that I started to look like Dad, even if I didn't have his salt and pepper beard and even if I was four inches shorter than he. After the gym one night, I came home and crossed paths with one of Dad's fuck toys. The guy was crying, so of course, my curiosity was peaked as I had never seen my father angry or hurt anyone. In fact, I thought of the two of us as two gentle giants. But I guess I was wrong. I walked into his room, where he was putting on his pants, I could feel the negative energy in the room. So much so, it burnt my exposed skin. "Hey old man.. What's up?" I must have startled him because he jumped a bit, shaking his head. "I'd rather not talk about it, Justin." That really had caught me off guard. We never kept anything from each other. Even our sexual escapades were talker about. I let out a deep sigh and nodded. "I'll be in my room if you need me.. Knock before." I headed towards my room and closed the door, stripping down. I began to rub my body, grasping my nine inch cock, a great gift I had received from him, thinking to myself 'Finally I get to enjoy myself'. Sitting on my bed, I began to stroke my cock, tugging on my pair of low hangers. I closed my eyes and pictured me blowing some girl with whom I had gone to high school. Then something caught my eye. My underwear drawer was wide open. I slowly stopped pleasuring myself, stood up and walked over to take a look. Nothing seemed to be missing, so I shut it and went back to my bed, deciding I needed porn to get the job finished. I puller out my laptop and went to the history and was shocked to see what I found. Titles like 'Dad and Son Fucking Raw'. My mind raced when I seen that, but still I felt compelled to 'start'. When the porno started, it looked pretty vintage. A man entered a bedroom to discover his son still in bed late in the afternoon. A look of disgust and disdain crossed his face, and he grabbed a belt and started thrashing his son, shouting at him to "Wake the fuck up!" and calling him a disgrace. I felt like I didn't want to watch, but my libido must have been clouded because my cock throbbed. I wanted to be that boy - somehow I found myself wanting to be disciplined by my Dad. I continued to watch as the man yanked the blanket off of his son, revealing his naked frame with welts and bruises from past beatings. He grabbed the boy by the hair and started to rub his face into his cock, making his face smell of his musk. I couldn't handle it at that point. I had just blown my load and started to pant. I didn't even remember touching myself.. It had unleashed a beast in me and it needed out. I knew that tomorrow, after he got off of work, I needed to see my Dad.
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Please hard abuse my Fag and make him suffer and obey! No limits to what you can use him for
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When my mother decided she wanted a dog, she got one without asking me or my dad. All of my friends assumed I was totally on board with having a pet. I was not. I already had to deal with my annoying younger sister and that dog, Chopper, was a hyperactive mess. Chopper was a chubby corgi who always pulled too hard on the leash. One summer I got tasked with walking the damn flea bag for a while and since my idiot sister was having a my little pony party at home with her annoying dumb friends, so I decided to have a nice long walk with the damn fur ball. I lived in one of those dying ex industrial cities, filled with ruins of old factory and warehouses. My house is located in the edge between a middle class neighbourhood and an old abandoned industrial area. Separating us is this long tall abandoned railway bridge which cast a sinister shadow over the lonely rusty buildings it once served. I don't know why that day I decided to cross that line between the confort and safety of my middle class and the rusted sweaty depraved poverty. Was it because of my boredom or sense of adventure I guess. I did not have many friends back than. I had join the baseball team but I was quite possibly the worst player. After a lot of exercise had barely started to grow some muscles on my arm but the rest of my body was skinny and pale. As I walked under the shadow cast from the bridge I felt my clothes set me far too apart from the people who seemed to roam those shadowy corners. In fact the place was more inhabited than what I believed. Tends, squatted building and a lot of homeless guys of different ages. My white adidas sneakers, blue adidas short and white nike sleeveless top definitely made me stand out a little bit too much. I could here some nasty comments and some guys calling me a rich bitch. I was deciding finally to go home when I heard something hurting in my foot, like a small mosquito bite only more vicious... I looked down in my foot and there i noticed it, a syringe piercing trough my shoe. I sort of panicked at first but than realised that I had done the tetanus vaccine just last month and I honestly could not recall any more danger coming from syringes... I removed the disgusting thing from my shoe and than took my feet out to inspect it. There was some blood coming out but it really was a very small hole. I looked at the syringe... it looked kinda new.... was only than that I realised there where dozens of syringes abandoned nearby. I panicked, I felt like if I was in a minefield. And my panicking came at the worst possible time. Chopper saw a rat and decided to run, pulling the leash away from my hands. I panicked at the idea of loosing my mothers beloved dog in that metal graveyard, so I started running behind him. The sun was slowly hiding behind the factory roofs, becoming of a reddish orange complexion. I followed my dog down some stairs, in to a dry canal and later lost him inside what I believed to be a warehouse. The place was dark and wet. It took me a while to get my eyes adjusted to it but after a while I could better see that place. It was a long corridor filled with columns, each and every one of them covered in graffiti. There where some tends and old chairs laying around, some tables, hundreds of bottles of beers and several shadows of men, almost all of them wearing hoodies or caps and old dirty sports clothes. They where silent and kept among themselves. I could see some of them seemed to kneel in front of others where others where injecting themselves with syringes. I felt scared by them but the idea of my loosing chopper was far more scary, plus, the pastor once told me junkies are just people who are having a hard time and need comprehension so they are probably not bad people I told myself. I kept walking down this endless corridor of human misery looking for Chopper, but the further down I got the darkest it became, till I started seeing a light in the distance. It was a fire inside a barrel. When I finally reached there I saw several more people injecting drugs. "Have you guys see a dog around here? He's small... he's a corgi... he's name is chopper....." No one answered me. Some kept looking at me with almost empty eyes and it was than when I noticed several of them had they pants lowered and their cocks where out and half hard. Some guys where touching themselves and others where instead masturbating other cocks. I probably knew something oddly sexual was going on when I first entered the warehouse but my young mind filtered it. Than a guy with a stained grey armless hoodie came towards me. He's arms where covered in syringe marks and he's left eye was half closed. He looked like he was 20 but at the same time he looked like he was 60. He remained there staring at me for a while and than decided to take down he's dirty jeans and let out he's long pale uncut cock. He started stroking it and made some sort of head gestures like telling me to come over there. I was mesmerised yet a bit confused. I remember touching my older cousin's Ron cock when we where showering naked together at the swimming pool and he telling me that only faggots do that. Yet I was intrigued seeing a cock after so much time of just seeing and touching mine. The green veins where covering it and I could almost smell it from where I was standing. I felt a weird sense of warmth engulfing my face and I don't know why but I decided to walks towards the guy and caress he's cock. He just nodded at me like if we had an agreement and proceeded to put he's hand on my shorts and pull them down. I was wearing no underwear that day and my cock immediately jumped straight out like switchblade. The guy proceeded to grab my cock and started jacking me off. We kept there jacking each other off for quite a while, my uncut cock became harder and harder and the guys cut cock instead started producing a strange greenish precum. The guy again nodded to me and moved he's hand over my head and proceeded to pull me down to my knees. I sort of knew what he wanted.... I felt bad for touching my cousins Rob cock when we where showering so when we went back to he's home I went hide in the basement of he's house, feeling guilty and scared at the idea of being a fag. It was there where uncle Bernard found me. He asked me why I was crying so I told him. He just answered there was nothing wrong in being curious. He than opened a small bottle, snorted it and made me snort it too. Afterwards my heart started to race and I barely remembered anything... but I do recall my uncles cock reaching for my lips. I knew what I had to do. Unlike my uncles cock this guys meat toy smelled of urine and sweat, yet I moved my tongue and proceeded to lick he's greenish precum. The taste almost made me puke. I was about to decide to give up, out of fear of vomiting, when two hands apparently out of nowhere decided to push my head against the guys cock. I could only open my mouth and let him in. I realised that if I sucked enough and use my saliva properly the foul taste would go away. So I did. It worked. The taste was gone. I think uncle Bernard would have been proud. I thought I was doing well but than all of the sudden i felt him pushing he's cock too deep in my troth. I tried to stop him but he just kept pushing. I had tears in my eyes and kept gagging. I looked up at him with tears in my eyes but he's eyes where empty like the ones of a zombie. He just put he's finger on my nose, closing it and proceeded to pull he's cock deeper in me. I don't know how but I managed not to vomit for almost 6 minutes straight... till I felt this horrible taste of rotten fish hitting the back of my mouth. it was too much and I vomited there in front of everyone. It was so humiliating. I started sobbing. I just wanted my dog now. I looked around and noticed how now those ghost like figures had multiplied. Some of them had yellow eyes, others reddish eyes. All where covered in syringe marks. Some of them where smelling of piss and sweat. I decided that it was time to go but just before I could do anything I heard someone whisper a "let me help you". I turned around with hopeful eyes only to find another cock, this one covered in red marks, pulsating in front of me. Before I could beg to be let alone several hands forced my head to stand steal and some opened my mouth. The cock slide inside my troth, not caring for the stench of vomit and rotten cum. I thought I could get away by sucking him but I was wrong. Once he's cock was deep in my troth to the point I could not even close my mouth, I felt a warm watery sensation... My eyes filled with tears as I felt the urine slowly flowing from my mouth to my stomach, making my belly feel warm inside. The cock finally came off from my mouth and I could feel the guys congratulatory laugh among themselves, like if they had found out something funny. Before I could beg again my hair was pulled and another cock was forced in my mouth... and than another one and another one... Some came, other just peed. And the more cocks I had to deal with the more numerous they became. I realised there must be at least 30 guys around me now, all with their cocks in their hands and those empty sick eyes. Than among them one arrived with a pink tooth brush. It looked yellowish and used. The guy smiled with he's rotten teeth and than procceeded to cum on it. Than others joined in and cum on the disgusting toothbrush. The hold me with my mouth open while that guy proceeded to horribly brush my gums and thong. I felt the blood and dirty rotten cum mix in my mouth only to than have him pee again on my burning gums. While I was on the ground I felt their hands remove my shoes and my top leaving me naked. Their hands than transported me on top of an old rusty camping table. My legs where spread and another guy with a horrible looking mouth and a long pierced tongue move between my legs. I could feel he's tongue cleaning my ass. It was disgusting. I never cleaned properly down there but the guy just seemed not to care. He kept slurping and licking till he's tongue pushed against my hole and eventually started to creep in. It felt good yet it felt so dirty it gave me shivers down my spine. Several cocks where forced on my face and down my troath and my hands where used to forcefully jack off some cocks. Someone put my barefoot in he's mouth sucking it. The tongue was soon replaced with a finger. Than two... than three... It hurt a but especially since I could feel the nails scratching my inside. "Use this instead" I heard a guy whisper and with horror I felt a pain provoked by sometching scratching more deeply my hole. Between a cock and another I saw the hand of the toothbrush coming out from my hole. I kept crying and sobbing. I wanted home, I wanted my mom... I kept hoping chopper would come and find me like in the movies. Eventually the toothbrush was pulled out, covered in blood and shit. Two humongous guys appeared in front of me. One was shaved and was wearing only leather chaps and boots. The other had a blue mohawk and open leather vest with a nipple ring and some creepy symbols tattoed around he's cock. He's pierced huge cock. I begged as I knew what was gonna happen. The guy with the chaps came over by my head. I noticed how he ass was out and visible. He's ass slowly sat on my face and he's fingers closed my nose. I was forced to open my mouth right on he's sweaty smelly hole. I could smell he's intestines and soon I could taste them. A sweetish disgusting nauseating taste covered my tongue and than my mouth. I licked and push my tongue deep desperately to get him to release my nose. The nauseating taste arrived all the way to my brain sending more pain waves to my whole body. When the ass finally moved away from my face a horrifying pain filled my lower body. I looked in horror as the giant pierced cock was rammed in my ass. I tried resisting it, I tried. But the more I resisted the more it hurt. I eventually started screaming like a little girl. Not content with me screaming one of the guys decided it would be fun to pierce my left nipple with a syringe needle. "The more you resist the more it will hurt....." someone whispered. "Take it out please take it out!!!!" "Shhhhh" "Ill take it, i'll take it just let my ass rest pleaseeee!!" I begged. Several laughs where heard around the halls. "Than suck it, it'll make it less painfull when it gets back in..." The guy forced he's pierced cock down my troath and I was again forced to suck. I could taste my own blood and my ass... I could not stop sobbing but I knew I had to suck and lube it as much as I could. Eventually the guy removed he's cock from my mouth and proceeded to shove it back in my ass. This time my ass was a bit more relaxed but eventually a bit of pain still remained, I could feel the piercing rubbing horribly against my bleeding bowels... The push became more and more rhythmic and I let out several screams.... "Your... not so tight anymore little bitch" I heard one whisper as many others laughed. Another ass was forced on my face and I had again to eat it in order not to suffocate. "I bet he's starting to like eating assess now!" I tried not to listen to them and instead focus on licking the oddly tasting juices inside that overly dillatated ass I was being forced to serve. Soon the pain from my ass gave away to a strange feeling.... I felt like the need to pee.... yet it was uncomfortable and almost enjoyable all together. It made it so damn difficult to concentrate on eating the ass as it make me do the most uncontainable moans. "Seems like the slut boy is stating to enjoy himself" Someone laughed. When the ass moved away from my face I looked in horror as the whole giant cock was balls deep in to me.... I could only imagine how horribly broken my ass was. As the pushes became more rhythmic and more intense my moans became more loud and my desire to pee grew without logic until a small yet powerful strain of urine came out of my erected cock. "hahaha look at him, look at this bitch, he's peeing himself, he's liking it so much he's peeing himself!" I looked in horror as my rapist seemed to love getting my piss all over he's hairy chest while pushing himself deeper in me. "Here I come you broken ass pussy faggot..... get it all nice deep in you!" "Yeah faggot" another guy screamed after slapping me without mercy. "Take it all!" I felt for a minute the level of pleasure exploding and than all of the sudden something filling my ass... I only felt it for an instant but I knew he had came in me. He groaned like a pig or a bear and than took he's cock out of me. It was all covered in blood and cum. "Its my turn!" "No its my turn" I heard them screaming and running to get in line to rape me. The guy who just raped me came over to me with he's cock semi erected between he's leg. He looked at me grinning. "You have been a good boy so far... but you see, there are almost 40 guys in this room and they all need their turn now... however I'm not merciless you know... my name is Lugher and I could give you something to make the pain more... bearable... only if you want it that is..." I was desperate at that point, he seemed the only guy interested in talking to me so of course I nodded desperately. "Bob... give it to him.... he's ready for it..." Bob who I guessed was the other guy took something out of he's leather chaps pocket, and than took a rubber cord from the floor and proceeded to put it around my arm. "Are you scared of needles little faggot?" Asked Lugher. I nodded. "Than here, drink some of my piss so you won't get to see..." I tried to say no but he just blocked my nose forcing me to open my mouth and proceeded to fill my mouth with he's cock and piss down my troth. I let my eyes wonder trying not to think of the piss and I saw some guys fingering my ass and making some comments on how loose it was not and than I saw Bob letting the syringe pierce my vein. I now knew what he was referring to. It did not take that long to take effect. The piss started tasting less horrible, in fact I drunk it without problem. I got told Bob had its turn now since he was kind enough to give me he's dose. I smiled and giggled a bit... he's cock seemed pretty diseased and covered in scars. I did not flinch and took it all in. And than another one, and another one. I think I came several times. It felt good after a while. I laughed with them and sucked and eated assess and did some other things I try not to remember when I'm not high... Eventually I could feel exhausted but my heart kept pounding. My ass was leaking cum and piss and my mouth tasted of piss and cum and ass. When all was over Lugher told me something. I just remember the words "Come here when you'll get sick". He than took another syringe but this time he directed it to my cock. I don't remember much from after that. I had some flash backs from before... from... uncle Bernard. I remembered him forcing something black and long inside my ass and my mouth being gagged and my arms and legs being tide with ropes. Maybe what happened was destiny. You can't run away from what you are...or what they made you. I woke up with Chopper smelling my butt. Stupid dog decided to came back to me. I had no clothes on. I found some ruined used clothes on the ground and they smelled like piss. I returned home... it was morning. I managed to enter by the open window in the basement. My parents where furious. They told me how the police insisted on them waiting 24 hours before starting the search for a missing children and that thank god I came back. I made up an excuse. The believed it. Two months later I ended up in the emergency ward at the hospital. I was sure I was dying. Doctors said I had almost all forms of std they tested me for including some sicknesses they never saw. My ass and my cock kept burning and oozing yellow mucus and my body was getting covered in flesh wounds. They told me somehow my viral load was high enough to put me near the AIDS stage. I left my home that night. I walked by the bridge taking with me all the things I could steal from my house. I now needed to find Lugher. I knew he could make the pain of the sicknes go away... I only needed one dose... I knew he could make the pain go away and the pleasure pour in to my veins. 2 years later. The woman was seated in her dark living room with her brother and the private detective she had hired. "And so you said you have news of my son? What did you found detective?" "Well, I looked all over town and than one of my aid found him.... here are some pictures". The detective gave her a folder containing some pictures. The women cried. A very pale and extremely thin and sick looking boy was visible. He was clearly dressed as a prostitute with purple shorts, dirty short leather boots and a dirty black basketball top. He's eyes looked empty and he's tooth where yellow and devastated. "We believe he's in the final stages of aids... I don't think your son has much left to live... we know he's selling he's body for this punk or skinhead drug dealer gang. Not much else to add I'm afraid. "My son" cried the woman hugging her brother. "My little boy a male prostitute with aids....why....?!" Bernand grinned. "Well... we both knew he was a sissy faggot.... trust me... I knew it all along."
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Who wants to use and abuse my Faggot Boy? He is obedient and a deviant and will submit to any punishment you force on him. He he here to please others. His w i k r is affirmationm. His KiK is MarkMarkUK1 My w i c k r is LondonPerv40
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Although my story makes a small reference to RJB56’s “Graduation Night”, the latter cannot be associated or be held responsible for what follows, nor that I pretend to write stories as hot as RJB’s. Part 1 I deal drugs. You’re offended? Sue me. I’m also a motherfucker. If I’m horny, I will fuck you up onto next Sunday more ways than your brain can think. Skin, ass, balls, cock, fingers, ears, nose, hair, tongue, they are all leverages for me to bend you over and breed you with my toxic cum. I grew up in a trailer trash park community made of ex-convicts, drug dealers, drug addicts, biker gang members. With a hard ass father (not my real one, but the most steady figure in my life) and multitude of fly-by-night mothers; sex, violence and drugs were the normality. I still live in the same park, but in my own trailer with the previous owner all tied up and gagged, nicely stow away in the narrow cupboard that the trailer offers. The wimpy old man, (he’s 42 and I am 24!) knew better to make any sounds when he is in “his room”. We are at this period of the year where graduation parties pop up 3 or 4 times a week. So yeah, I am busy. My sex and social life almost plummet to none during that period, and to be honest, my roomie was lacking some freshness, and motivation. Hence, the bondage. With nothing else to do while I am away making my deliveries, he was tasked to think his 5 top reasons for me to keep him. I had just dropped off earlier a nice delivery at Jordan and James mansion. They were hosting a graduation night party for a bunch of freshly legal Christian highschoolers, and if possible, to positively convert them to a new religion. I was at the Black Eagle, a friendly chaps and leather bar, nursing a second beer when I got a text from their nephew asking for G&T supplies. With a nod to the bartender, I grabbed my keys and drove back to the mansion. - Don’t tell my uncles. - Not my business to tell, as I collected my money. It’s on my way out that I saw a small frame in the grass near the entry bushes, face down ass up, puking his guts. Normally, I wouldn’t have blink on this scenery, but the clad-ass pants were appealing. As I got nearer, my hope to score almost vanished as I looked at the frail body. Underaged, I thought. - Are you okay? You shouldn’t be here. You are too young for this party. The kid raised his head, unveiling a thin moustache all over his upper lip. - Fuck you asshole! I’m nineteen and… He never finished his sentence as his wretched stomach was still upset and tried to expulse what ever was left. And he never had the chance to raise his head again as I grabbed him by the neck and force his face down to a fraction distance of the vomit. - You little punk! You think you can mouth me off? He tried to wiggle his ass out, but fuck, he was no match. - I will teach you respect and humility. Stick your tongue out! I have to give him credit, he was resisting. I increase the pressure on his neck at each word so he can see I meant business. - STICK. YOUR. TONGUE. OUT! It took only few seconds before seeing the light pink tip of his tongue touch lightly the soiled grass. - LICK IT. Nothing could have described better his position than the soft grizzling coming from his throat. With my other hand, I strongly slapped his ass. And lick he did. - You look like a filthy pig, I laughed. He was heaving deeply. - I suggest that you refrain yourself to puke again, little punk, because if you do, you will have to lick it up all over again. Not sit back on your heels and chin up. His face was covered in slime and smell like it. - Let me clean you up a bit. And with that I start pissing on his face and on his hair. In his drunk state, it took him few seconds to register the warm beer-recycled piss soaking his shirt and preppy pants. Maybe it was a cause-and-effect thing, or maybe just the fact that he to go, nevertheless he started to piss himself! I grabbed a large handful of his black mop. - You’re coming with me, piggy boy. Without any option, he had to follow my hand wherever it went. He was bent at belt level, and despite the piss smell, I kept him close to me. If he looked down, he would see my 11-1/2” size boots; if he looked up, it would see my semi-hard 7” cock trapped in what was coming to be an indecent bulge. My car wasn’t really that far but I took my time, walking slowly. - You’re coming with me. I will fuck you. Hard. A few times. I might beat you. For fun. Make you beg to suck my cock and lick my armpits, or anything else. - I will never suck you. I like guys that has guts. This one has still some fight in him. It would be fun to strip his mind, one step at the time; to ply the straight boy as I wish until he would ask for more. Never say never. - Challenge accepted. I let him rise his head and he got a good look at me. His eyes went down briefly at my crotch and back. I just smile. - Unh uhn. You are not getting in the car with your clothes. He just stood there with a dumbfounded look. - You should think before letting a stranger piss on you. Now, strip. Slowly. He looked around. It was past midnight, and the street was deserted. You were able to hear distant noises from the party. He unbuttoned his shirt, revealing dime-sized virgin nipples. Then he removed what were once new shoes, probably bought for the event. Then came the fancy pants. Size 24. - Underwear. He brought his hands to the waistband, and with a defiant look, he removed the blue and grey stripped fashion-style boxer brief. I pop up the trunk and threw the dirty clothes in after retrieving his wallet. - Get in. - I’m not gay, he said with a shiver in his voice, hands clasp to his crotch. I look with satisfaction at his body. Probably 5-foot, 110 lbs. Average in the cock department. He wasn’t bony or skinny. He was a young man on a small frame with a nice dark olive complexion. - Doesn’t matter. I am. And I closed the trunk.
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I was in Houston Texas for work in 2009 for several weeks throughout the year. I used to frequent the adult theaters being a good little cock whore allowing anyone to breed me. The filthier the place the better. The filthier the men the better. Then came the day. I was staying in center city at a nice hotel and went running after work one night in my skimpy running shorts. I was to meet a friend in memorial park but to get there I had to run along an old water runoff canal. It was very overgrown and crossed under several highways over passes. I was running along and came to the highway over pass and there were tons of beer bottles, drug stuff and several old mattresses laying in the dirt. I stopped for a bit surveying the area and then ran on through to meet my friend. We ran a few miles at the park and then ended up talking on a park bench until dusk. Crap I said that I had to get back before it got dark. He offered to drive but I told him I’d be ok. I began to run back on the path and when I came to the area I could hear men talking. It was a homeless guy hangout for the night to stay out of the rain and weather. I walked up slowly and they all froze thinking I was a cop of something. They were smoking weed, doing drugs and drinking and I just turned my head and walked through. A few of them whistled at me and called me hot. I got past them, started to run and when I turned the corner back onto the trail I ran smack dab into a large black man taking a piss in the bushes. He turned around holding his massive cock in his hand. I didn’t say a word but looked down and stared. He laughed and said if I stared to long I might as well suck it. I got flustered and ran off back to my hotel. In the shower, all I could think about was his cock and struggled with the thoughts about going back. The fear of it all. I climbed into bed and started to jerk off but could not get it off my mind. I had enough so I got up and put my running cloths back on. Grabbed a small flashlight at the drug store and headed back in to the trail. As I approached the area I saw them all sitting around. I was timidly walked out in front of them and just stood there paralyzed with fear. Finally, they noticed me and the black guy came over and said “look what we have here, you shouldn’t have come back boy”. With that 6 other guys surrounded me and ripped my clothes off, bent me over and before I could say no, I had a cock shoved down my throat and one up my ass. I tried to get away but the big black guy grabbed my hair and dragged me to the mattress. He shoved a whisky bottle in my mouth and told me to swallow several gulps…my stomach was now on fire. He began to shove his cock down my throat balls deep until I was gasping for breath. Then he pulled out and shoved the whiskey bottle in my mouth again. The whole place began to spin. I could barely stand and when I tried to run away I just stumbled and fell. They dragged me back to the dirt and several stood around me. I thought they wanted me to suck them but then I guy went balls deep down my throat and began to piss. It was injected down my throat and I could do nothing but swallow it. All of it. Then he threw me back to the ground and two guys began to piss all over me as they laughed. I got really sick and stumbled away to puke my guts up in the bushes. When I was finally dry heaving they grabbed my legs and dragged me back to the mattress, held my legs open and raped me over and over. Violently and I was too weak to resist. Then one guy pulled me on top of him and had his cock inside me. I felt another man come up behind me. OMG he was going to fuck my ass as well. His cock slid in alongside the other guys and I thought my ass was going to tear. I cried out in pain but soon my piss soaked under wear were shoved in my mouth. I could feel every thrust as they bred me over and over. All of them. I began to black out after 6 or 7 guys. I came in and out of consciousness. I woke up the next morning to guy’s pissing on me to wake me. I shot up from the burning in my eyes and tried to stand but something really hurt inside me. Holy fuck there was something inside me. Something very large. They all laughed and just said “this buds for you”. I waddled off and tried to force it out. It hurt like hell. I stuck my finger in and felt the bottom of a beer bottle. OMG they shoved an entire beer bottle up my ass until my ass collapsed around it. Finally, I just grinned and pushed it out. When it popped out and on the ground all sorts of bloody cum leaked out of my now destroyed gaping ass. I had no way of holding it back. I cleaned myself up as best I could and walked back to the hotel in piss soaked cloths all covered in dirt. Vowing to never do that again. The only problem is I went back the next trip, and the trip after that.
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Is so...bring it to me and pound it out. I just cant find any hardcore - pussy pounders that just wanna wreck sum of my sissy hole. If your politically IN-correct then literally HIT ME UP. I LUV VERBAL ABUSE AND relentless pounding my pretty pink hole to cum-dump and wreck it. I will get buck ass naked anywhere... A N Y W H E R E! 2 weeks ago an anon married straight dude met me on Bleeker at Washing Square Park area had me strip behind a dumpster and the at early a.m. (after 2am but before 5am) bend over a fire hydrant on the corner where he only unzipped and fukd my ass while cars honked and dudes went byy laughing and shouting at me . I do not exagerate baby it s all true...I LUVED EVERY MINUTE of it. So trust me when i say what you want...I deliver. Im in NYC hit me up here or by txt at 347-915-4018 Can you bring a buddy or more....what do you think...YEEESSSSS, all holes for your ahhhhhhhh-USE.
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Hey guys.... I am back obviously. I posted this story already in The Hunt, but then I thought maybe it deserves title for itself. So, I hope you like the story... and I mean it.... 'Like' the story at the bottom, it's easier to continue the story line. The Hunt – A New Destination (Part 1) I helped Jason to his feet. He was shaking but kept on smiling at me. I ran my hand down his spine and after reaching his smooth butt I entered his hole with my fingers. He wasn’t exactly tight at this moment and I poked another finger deep into his opening. Slowly I withdrew them and led them to his mouth. “Lick them. Lap away the cum,” I instructed as I pushed my fingers into his mouth. For a second he seemed to be appalled, but then he looked into my eyes and he opened his mouth willingly sucking my fingers clean. I left the stall and Jason followed me back to the bar. Steven was still sitting there and watching the other cute guys talking to each other or french kissing openly. “Ah, finally back? From what I heard, you had a ball," he remarked, giving Jason an encouraging smile "Take a seat," I told Jason as I shoved him towards the floor. He looked confused but I kicked him in front of my seat and told him to rest his back against the bar and to face my crotch. “Give me a good massage, while I enjoy the evening with my pal,” I said. Jason didn’t hesitate and started kneading my jeans bulge. I spread my legs to give him a better opportunity to massage my poisonous spike. Steven was looking down at Jason and wished his would get the same treatment so I looked down to my puppy and ordered "Shift a little bit towards Steve's crotch." Jason looked at me but didn’t move his cunt closer to this good friend of mine and so I kicked him a bit to his side with my boots and told him to move his body more aggressively. He yelped a bit but understood the hint and so he was sitting merely between me and my mate massaging both of our crotches as Steven and I chatted. We were both getting hard again and I could read Steven’s mind, so I nodded at Jason, asking “You like the aftermath?” “Sure. I love how this insatiable slut works with his hands, although it would be hot if he would suck us here…. at the bar. No one is taking notice anyway, since we are at a dead end of the bar,” Steven remarked in an almost a chatty tone. “Yeah. Good idea. Jason, why don’t you suck on Steven’s cock again? Look how you made him hard with only with the magic of your hands,” I chuckled. Jason nodded and slithered right in front of Steven’s bulge and opened the buttons fast. I saw a slimy trail, leading to Jason’s new squatting position. He was still leaking toxic cum from his abused ass. I enjoyed watching Jason getting skull fucked while we were talking about the good old times. We ordered another round of drinks, but only for the two of us, of course. Jason certainly didn't mind as he was busy giving a blow job anyway, sucking Steven like a pro, manually jacking him off while his mouth engulfed first the head of his cock and swallowed the whole dick. He made cute choking sounds but no one was paying attention to the three of us. I opened my jeans again and pulled myself out, grunting "Here, Jason, give my cock a massage with your right hand while you blow Steven." Jason immediately complied, stroking my dick to full hardness, without pausing in sucking Steven’s cock, who commented “You were right. He truly is something special,” giving me an approving smile "Yeah, he truly is,” I replied and looked at Jason, who was sucking non-stop. Steven, meanwhile, appeared to be getting close to blowing his load as he had taken hold of Jason's head, and was now thrusting upwards into his mouth, his own eyes looking dazed and his breath ragged. “Let him finish the job. He is eager to learn. Right?,” I asked Jason who smiled at me, his mouth full of Steven's dick. I thought he looked absolutely adorable. Steven managed a laugh, with which I joined wholeheartedly as Jason worked his magic, intent of drawing Steven's load out of his balls. All the way he didn't neglect to stroke my dick, even if he was concentrated on giving a great blow job to Steven. He clearly knew his duty to satisfy me. Steven and I attempted a couple more comments, but I could tell his mind was elsewhere, particularly when Steven’s face finally froze, his mouth gaped wide in pleasure, and his eyes closed. Within seconds Jason began moaning, and simultaneously gulping Steven's seed. “Not a drop. Don’t waste any of my precious cum. Swallow it all,” Steven panted. "Clean off Steven's cock," I instructed Jason, "make sure you clean his head thoroughly. I want it every drop of cum cleaned off." Steven relaxed visibly as he praised Jason, saying “Good job, boy…. good job.“ Now, although Steven had emptied his balls into Jason’s gullet, he was still hard, mostly because Jason continued stroking his dick. “Sorry guys, that was great, but I really need to take a piss now,” and with that Steven reached to close his jeans. “Why don’t you take your piss here?” I asked. "What?" "We got Jason here. I am sure he wouldn’t mind being our toilet. Would you?” and with that the ball was in Jason’s court. Jason initially looked utterly shocked. I knew he had never before tasted piss, and that doing so wasn't high on his list. Steven gazed at me and I looked at Jason. “Listen punk,” I advised, “When I tell you to drink our piss, then your response should be to ask which hose you should emptly first. Now, get your fucking lips on my buddy's cock and start drinking." With that I gave him a punch to the chest which earned a yelp. "Oh, and don't spill any," I added. “Hey don’t worry pup...,” Steven began. Jason's face lit up, seeing a possible ray of hope that he would get out of a difficult position, but not so, as Steven continued "...I'll piss slowly so you'll be able to swallow it down without spilling choking. Just make sure to seal your lips around my cockhead and concentrate in swallowing, mouthful after mouthful." With that, Steven grinned and taking a good grip on Jason’s hair, pulled his face towards his crotch. In the next minute or so, Steven maintained an even conversation with me, and to be honest, I wouldn’t have known he was pissing into Jason, if the little one wasn't occasionally moaning and gulping down Steven's piss. In the meanwhile I quickly buttoned-up myself, and shifted my chair, taking care to shield the scene from prying eyes. I wanted to give my friend some privacy while he was emptying his piss slowly into Jason’s belly, and I had the feeling we might well be kicked out of the bar if management knew we were using Jason as a human toilet - in public, no less. From time to time Jason withdrew his mouth from the cock, but never lost a drop. He just needed time to breathe and to wipe away the tears from his face. Steven generously allowed him several seconds each time Jason gestured for a respite, but Steven never the less still had to piss, so it was perhaps as much as seven minutes before Jason swallowed the last of Steven's piss. I'd like to think Jason had swallowed at least a liter of dark, aromatic piss. “Now it is my turn. Shield me,” I asked of Steven. We switched places. Now I was in the seat of power over the young guy. “Without hands…. see?” I asked, crossing my arms behind my head, enjoying the action. Jason sighed sadly but wasn’t complaining anymore. He reopened my jeans again and got a grip of my still hard cock. His mouth engulfed my cock head and I almost started immediately to splash out my stinking piss into his unwilling mouth. I shot my piss into Jason's gullet, in waves of high speed. Jason still made the gulping sounds, but he didn’t moan desperately anymore. It occurred to me he was a quick learner and I resolved to help him learn his lessons, step by step. By the time I was finished, Steven was completely aroused by Jason’s humiliation, and the proof of the arousal was seen in the large bulge in his leather jeans. I looked at Steven and gestured to Jason, suggesting "Why not take him into the stalls - if you need to release another shot into this slut.” “No,” Jason squeaked, daring to disagree with my suggestion. “What?” It was almost like I wasn’t hearing right. “What’s the matter with you now, you dirty poz slut? I think you really want to make me mad, you cock ditch.” “No…. it is just” Jason signaled me to come closer and so I did. “It is because I don’t want to endanger him.” he said softly. “He said he was safe and since I accepted poz cum today I am scared I could infect you or Steven. But for that, I would gladly accept him.” he added and tried to sound enthusiastically. Steven and I laughed out loud. “Silly cumdump.” I explained lovingly. “That isn't possible. Don't you know, that only cunts get infected? Studs like Steven and me are not capable of catching the bug – that’s a fact!” Obviously I was lying to Jason. “Really?” Jason asked us quizzically. “Yeah,” Steven chimed in, groping his bulge, and hauling Jason to his feet. He clearly wanted to shoot another poz load desperately into Jason's hole. “Yeah,” I insisted, suggesting "I think we should encourage Jason to accept any stud without the fear of converting him." “So let’s go…. let’s go!” Steven urged. “Poz him up good,” I whispered to my mate and I told him he should repeat the trick with the used condoms again. "Well, anyway, I'm out of lube," Steven replied quietly, a grin crossing his face as he directed Jason into the stalls again. When he was out of hearing range, Steven announced to the bar, "Guys, there's another fuck event in the stalls for a newly bred poz cunt." The other twinks assembled gasped in astonishment as seven or so studs left their seats or tables to follow the doomed guy into the darkroom area, seeing a prime opportunity to shoot more of their toxic loads into the handsome young guy. This was just the beginning for Jason’s new destination.
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I’m currently traveling by bus to Chicago, will arrive about 6:45 at Polk St. Megabus Station, and won’t be able to catch the train home until tomorrow. I would like to spend the night in the place of some anonymous Chicago psycho who will do whatever he wants to a cum dump toilet fuckhole whore. My picture is on my profile, so if you want you can pick me up on Polk St and take me wherever you want and abuse me as you want. You can also Wickr me at senorhorrible if you want to arrange something. As long as I don’t land in a hospital, no command will be refused.
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The Trainee ** Please remember to ‘like’ the story if you enjoyed it. Feel free to comment or to contact me via mail. Thx. ** Working in a huge supermarket as a manager has some advantages. Every time I’m bad tempered or feel some kind of pressure, I turn to one of my employees and take my bad mood out on that poor guy. Building up the pressure by telling him to complete a job in a minimum amount of time; giving him work, which no one else wants to do; letting him do the late shifts all the time; fuck off his private life, by turning his down his wishes to get certain days off. I always chose a guy, who is in dire need of the money and can’t afford to lose the job. They are taking this shit much longer, than an ordinary human being – they are simply the perfect victims. The other guys at work don’t dare to interfere. They are so scared I could turn to them. Even if they think I am out of the line already, they turn their heads the other way and let that special co-worker suffer. I was in need of a new prey, since the last one got – well let’s put it this way: worn-out. So I had Betty put up the sign ‘Help Wanted’ at our entrance and we had quite a few applications. For example the 79 year old granny who told me, she would give her very best to make our store a success. Her very best? Are you fucking kidding me? She can be happy, if she wears her underwear correctly. Or the mom with 6 kids. Yeah right – can only work from 9 am to 1 pm; no check-out, because she is not good at math; no things pushing around, because of her sore back. Excuse me? Can I get you a cup of coffee and a piece of cake, while I pay your lazy ass for NOTHING? The highlight was when she asked if the job would include health insurance for her and her kids immediately. NEXT! Betty brought in another applicant. Now this was someone I would totally prefer. He was a slender guy. Maybe 18 or 19 at the most. He had dirty blonde hair, like those damn street dogs and looked at me with frightened blue eyes. “Thanks Betty….” I said while she left my office and closed the door. I let the guy stand in front of my desk for several minutes and didn’t even offer him a seat. First I finished my papers while he was standing there, feeling obviously insecure about this situation. His smile froze into place while I was signing a few other documents. Without looking at him I asked about his name. “Shane Myers” he answered with a croaking voice. I regarded him with a piercing look and the rest of his confidence shattered. “Shane Myers… do you have another pair of Jeans? Or do you always apply for a new job, in such dirty and torn up jeans?” I asked him, noticing a tear in his pants. He looked down at his right knee and tried to apologize. “My mom wasn’t able to sew it yet” he answered. “That doesn’t answer my question: Don’t you have another pair of jeans? I mean… come on… if you apply for a job, you want to make the best impression and I got to tell you: this is not a good impression to me” I said nodding at his torn pants. “I am sorry…. my other pair of jeans looked even worse” Shane replied meekly. Poor Shane, you could see he was humiliated by my words and his confession, to own just two pair of jeans. “Tell me about you. How old are you? What do you do? Are you still in school? Come on… time is money” I said harshly. “Well… my name is Shane Myers. I am 18 years old… what was the other question again?” he asked. I looked at him sternly. “Oh… yes. I am not in school anymore. I had to quit school, to help my mom paying the bills. She said I need to contribute, since times are bad and we struggle a bit. He was perfect! I wanted to squeeze him like a lemon. “We look for a full time employee. 40 hours the week. You need to be flexible. If I call you to come to work because someone called in sick, you jump into your torn up jeans and rush to my store.” I told him, adding “If you don’t finish a job in time, you do the overtime on your own free time. Got that?” Continuing I told him “There are no bad jobs, just bad workers. Listen, I will give you the chance, but don’t disappoint me. I am a hard guy, but I am fair” Shane nodded at me. He smiles but I wasn’t a convincing smile. “You get paid by every two weeks and you get minimum wage. After a while, when you proved yourself, I might give you a bit more, but first I need to see, that you really want this job. I mean really… really want to be part of our family.” and for the first time I smiled at him. “It would be great to work for you. I promise you won’t be disappointed. I learn fast and even without education I will give my very best not to fail. No matter what you need, I am your man!” he exclaimed. “That’s good to hear Shane. Now are you willing and read to start today?” I asked. “Today, like now?” he asked? “Is there a problem?” “No… not a problem at all. I just need to call my girlfriend and tell her that we can’t date later on, but I know she will understand.” he said. Girlfriend… Nice! It would be so much fun to break this boy and turn him into a cock slurping, ass fucking faggot. After he made his call I got up and my semi hard dick made a nice bulge in my slacks. As any other dude Shane noticed my prominent bulge but didn’t stare or say something about it. I went to a cupboard and opened it. “Here is your uniform. The pants might be too small, but we don’t have your size in stock right now.” that was a lie of course, but I wanted him to wear tight pants. I wanted look at his fuckable butt. “Usually the male staff wears shirts, but since we only got over size shirts left at the moment, I would suggest you wear the stuff our female workers have to wear – which is a blouse” I fished out one in his size, with a nice collar and some ruffles on it. He would look ridiculous. I could see his shocked face and calmed him down saying “We will order the right things for you. Don’t worry. But we need to get you going for starters.” I said nicely. “So… what are you waiting for? Undress and get into your working clothes.” “Here?” he asked oblivious. “Yeah – I want you ready for the action. Don’t be shy.” I snickered. First Shane got rid of his shirt. His torso was simply beautiful, almost completely hairless. His wide chest with his little nipples invited me almost to torture him immediately. I really had to control myself, not to jump up and twist his nipples forcefully. Then he pulled down his jeans. He wore boxer shorts underneath. I told him with his tight uniform pants, he wouldn’t be able to wear those boxers. He sighed that I was probably right. He made the conclusion and pulled his shorts down also, but before that he turned around, so I could admire those solid ass cheeks. I didn’t care about the fags clit anyway. I was longing for his ass. I had to fuck him hard and brutal. Not only to put him into his place, but also to seed him with my venom. Without turning to me he pulled up his working pants. That was a sight. He really had to fight to get into these tight pants. Several times he had to bend his knees to get the pants up higher. Every time he did that, he gave me a promise of his sweet ass. He cursed under his breath because he had so many difficulties to button up, but finally he managed to get into it. He turned around and tried to make a happy face. “Are you able to breathe?” I asked seriously. “Yes… but I don’t know if I can do a good job in those pants” he complained. In my mind I screamed: ‘YES, YES – you are doing a great job already.’ “Well, let’s check it” I said and walked towards him. “Turn your back at me. Now bend your knees… Shut up… I need to hear if the stitches are ripping up” “Go deeper into your knees… okay…. now crouch before me and be quiet… I can’t hear anything ripping” I grinned. “Now get do some squats.” Since Shane was with his back to me I couldn’t help but to stroke my cock through my slacks. I had to push it further. I wanted to know how far I could go and so I ordered the twink to bend a bit and with my right thumb I followed the stitches down his ass crack. I laid my left hand occasionally on his left ass cheek and run my thumb again and again up and down between his ass cheeks. Shane yelped and tried to shy away. “Don’t worry – I just want to make sure this is really safe. Imagine you work outside and then all of a sudden your pants rip and you don’t even wear underwear. We can’t risk that!” I explained to him as I continued asking in a professional tone “How does that feel?" “Good…?” Shane wasn’t sure what to answer. “It seems like your working pants are able to survive a nuclear war – now try the blouse.” What I didn’t tell him, of course we had shirts in his size. Hell - we even had blouses in his size, but I chose one that was also a bit smaller. He had the chance to turn down the job, if he had some dignity he would. Instead of that he grabbed the blouse and tried to wear it, and on the first try commented with a desperate if polite edge “I think it is a bit too small also." I couldn’t help but to agree. “This is only a compromise… don’t worry, we will change that in a couple of days” I assured him. Imagine – his top didn’t even match to reach his pants. If he would stack goods into an upper shelf you would see his bellybutton. Poor Shane hat a pants, that would reveal part of his ass cheeks while bending down. In the front some of his pubic hair could be seen. His blouse looked more like a belly top. “Can I be honest to you? I am a bit embarrassed.” Shane subdued. “Nah… you know, in these times you can’t ever wear something and be embarrassed. Today everything is possible” he calmed him down. I went to my desk and got a name tag out of my drawer. Of course it had not Shane’s name on it, but the word ‘Trainee’ “This way, the customers will know that you are new to this” I smiled. “So? Are you ready for some action? “Yes Sir!” he tried to smile and thanked me again, for giving him this chance. When we made it to one of the department managers he looked a bit irritated to Shane, but tried to act professional. I introduced Shane as the new trainee and co-worker and asked Mr. Brown to give him some work to do. After he explained to Shane what he wanted, the boy started to arrange some stuff. Mr. Brown walked a few feet with me and after he made sure that Shane couldn’t overhear our conversation he asked why the boy would be dressed like that. It was a bit revealing he remarked, adding “He looks like a faggot!” I agreed. “You know – when I showed him our uniform he asked me, if he could have pants a bit tighter, because he thought he has a nice ass. After I handed him the shirt he mentioned the things our female workers wear would be so much nicer and so he got that one too. Maybe your suspicion is true – but who am I to judge” I lied. “You know how it is – only happy associates are productive associates” I added, giving Mr. Brown a wink. “Ooooh… I see. Well, since we are living in a gay friendly neighborhood, I guess this could actually help us attracting more customers.” “Exactly” I said. Once I would be finished with him, he would know every dick by name….
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This is another story that i did write on another site, which might be fun to read here. I was always a submissive guy already from the early years of childhood, as i was abused by some of my familymembers, so i guessed it was mu second nature. At an older age, i just did not know anything else, but i kept it always safe and sane. There was a time when i cruised my local park at night, just for the kick out of it, mostly i would meet with some married guys, out for a quick trick, or blowjob before going back to the missus after work.At a certain time it was just not enough for me anymore so i had to find another way of pleasing guys. A guy at the net told me about a certain site on the net fit for slaves and masters. I checked the site out and did take a profile listed as "extreme slave open to anything" not really knowing where it would take me. I entered the site and opened a profile straight away and added some newly pics to spice up my profile. First days I had a lot of visitors on my profile since I was listed as a new member, but there was nothing that could stir my interest. I almost did give up on the site when i received a message of a guy somewhere down deep in Spain, his message to me said " hard Master looking for a slave willing to give up his life for me" it seems you fit the profile? he wrote.This intrigued me, what was there to give up for a master???? I was abused the whole of my life, by men who did take advantage of me, but this was just sexual abuse, that what he said send made me think twice, what could he mean bu giving up my life????The guy asked me to drop a line with my address when i would be interested so i did, i added him to my list of friends. The same evening when i was checking out my mail and opened also my when i suddenly received a message " hola puto". This was the guy from Spain, i amost did forget about him that day. I greeted him and we started to get into a conversation. "Hola esclavo que es tu nombre" My name is Micky, what is yours? Tu es stupido o que????? was his answer. I am your future Master you stupid cunt, nothing more nothing less. Are you willign to go hole the way to serve a Master, are you fit for it???? He did check me out big time, did ask me questions how far i was willing to go, and if i was ready to start a new life as a permanent slave and serve a master. He asked me out about my family, and i explained to him that they all had past away an that i was on my own. He did ask about boyfriends and close friends, but there where not any, besides a few friends at the local pub, but nothing that matered to the hart.He told me that he had big plans for me, but that i needed to give everything up big time, and nobody should know about him, or me travelin to him. I explained to him that i had to travel to him someway or another and crossing borders to reach him. He told me to save up some cash money, enough to travel to him, so that i had not to take up some cash at the ATM machines who could trace my route, i had to make sure that i would drop my mobile somewhere at a lorry going up to the opposite direction of my destination to Spain.He told me not to ask questions, just to make sure that i was ready for him, and to give it all up for him. I travelled from my homecountry Belgium by car through France into the direction of Spain. I made sure that i did not use any motorways, since they would register the license plate of my car, so did take all the small roads heading south. At the border there where some trucks going to England, and i planted my mobile in a document badge of one of the containers leaving direction England.Te last kilometers before the border i dropped my car on a mountainroad, did take off the licenseplates and sett the car on fire, and walking away real quick. Passsing a river i chucked away my license plates and started to pass the mountains to Spain. I crossed the border nearby Irun going into the direction of Donostia, there i had to go to a local busstop where i would be picked up at 3 in the morning, when the local village would be empty and sleeping.At 3 o clock i was nearly a sleep when a car did stop over, and a guy next to the driver ordered me over to the car, and they asked me my name, and a password that was given to me prior to me departure. They ordered me into the back of the car, and ordered me to lie down on the floor between the seats, and covered me immediatly with a blanket, and the care drove away.We where driving for about 4 hours, i was flowing from one site to another, which made me think that we would be driving somewhere in the mountains, the 2 people in the car where talking spanish amongst each other, but i could not make much of it, since it seemed to be a local dialect. The car came to a stop, and both guys did get out, and opened the door to my site. I was pulled with a force out of the car by the guys, and roughly pulled over the grass to the insides of a barn on a farm. Inside the barn they did shine with a torchlight on me, and told me to get naked immediatly, before i could say anything i was slapped around the face, and ordred to do it quick. I undressed as they told me, and i had to hand over all my things i did bring with me, which was a small rucksack with some whitties, papers, some snacks and some water. The driver did come over to me, and said, happy to meet you Micky, welcome to your new home, here in Spain, from now on you are my property, before i knew it, he injected me with a syringe, and the lights went out. When i came by, i did not remember what had happened, i was no longer in the barn on the farm, it looked more like a dungeon somwhere in a cave, it was quit cold here, i was freezing. I was in a cage, i had a larg steel collar aroung my neck, where there was a heavy chain hanged on, hooked in a ring in the wall. Between legs and hands the where bars hooked on my hands and feet, i could not move them with out hurting myself. My head was banging and spinning, i did not feel so well, and i still had some blurred vision. There was only a large amount of straw on the ground, and a sack with straw that they used to set my body against it. I felt so bad, i was getting second thoughts, about what i had decided to do to myself, was I really ready to give my live up to a total stranger? I had pain everywhere, my legs and arms where numb, i could not move to get into a better position. My mind was racing, what would thety do to me??? How far would they go??? Would they really go all the way???? I had not much time to think about my situation, footsteps where approaching from the cave. My Master was there, with 3 other guys, they looked all very rough, and hard, really mean machines. Hey guys what do you think about my newest acquisition, this sick piggy has offered himself to me to own, and i can do whatever i want with him, he is mine now. The puto looks a bit common don't you think, he looks like a guy just coming from the office, one of the others guys sneered, he needs some alterations, we should take him under our wings a make a real pig of him. Don't worry guys, when i am ready with him, nobody is going to recognize him any more, he is going to get a real makeover. Now they scared me, what do they mean by a real make over, i wanted to ask them, but i could not speak, i had not noticed that they had gagged my mouth.Ok guys, make you hands dirty and bring the cunt to the next room, we are starting with his body changes, by the end of the week nobody will recognize him anymore. The 3 guys came over me, and unlocked the chain from the wall, and they dragged me from the ground, into a cell next to mine. There they did take the bares of my feet and hands and i was chained to a kind of table, foot and hands locked into the ground. I was trying to ask for something to drink but i could only produce a muffled sound, one of the guys must have read my mind, because he started to poor a vile tasting drink in the hole of the gagg, and he forced me to swallow the liquid, it did taste bitter, I nearly did throw up on it. It did not take long before i realised tehy had drugged me again, but this time i stayed conscious, i never had used any chems in the past, so i was wondering what they where giving me, and if it could lead to addiction. My body became warm, and i was feeling a sexuall buzz going on in my body, it was a strange feeling. One of the guys started to work on my ass, he was fidling with his fingers deep in my ass, I never been fingered before, but this felt so good. On of the other guys was taking of the gagg, and inserted his dick into my mouth, before he entered i saw a tattoo on his dick looking like SS signs, this was real strange to see.While i was going down on the dick, i heard my master coming next to me, and he said ready for your change puto??? Here it starts, he started to shaving off my hair on my scalp, my beautifull blond hair was falling in heaps on the ground, i was crying, while i was sucking, and in the meantime, the other guy on the end did stop his fingering of my ass and started to replace his fingers by his huge dick, it was like i was split open in my rear, he must have had a huge dick. My master was still cutting of my hair, while i was abused by the 2 guys, i was wondering where the other guys was. It did not take long to find it out, he suddenly started to shave of the last remains of my hair with a razor from my skulll, i did feel so humiliated. The foam and the water was running down my face, so i knew there would not be one hair left on my skulll, i did feel so naked. The guy who was violating my mount was getting the pace up, and it did not take long before he shot his wad down my throat, filling me up with his seed like there was no end. He staid locked in my throat and soon after that he started to piss, his acrid tasting piss was send down my gullet like there was no tommorow, there was nothing else to do then to swallow or to drown. My head was dried with a towel, and the gagg was replaced in my mouth. The guy who had shaved me came in front of me and started to piss on my head, it really did stinge on my head, i was trying to cry out, but i was not able to. The guy who was fucking me, started to come harder on me, and it did not take long before he was crying out to me, and said I am going to breed you Puto, here it comes, deep in your bowels whore, that is what you are going to be, a simple whore, taking our poz loads up your cunt. I was panicking, does this mean that he did just poz me????? It did not take long, when the guy who had just fucked me retracted his dick from my ass, that it was replaced by another dick, soon the guy was hammering my ass with such a verocity, that iw was thinking that he would damage my ass permanently. The first guy came over, and ordered to clean his dick with my mouth, "taste your own ass whore, smell it, and clean of the remains of my juices Puto!". The master was fidling on my upper arm, i could not see what he was doing, but it felt like he was binding off my arm with a belt, shortly after i felt a sharp needle going into my arm, and i just could make out the master saying "sweet dreams puto", that i went off in a deep sleep, the guy still fucking my ass as crazy. It all went dark.When i came back to it, i was in agony and pain, i was back on the floor om my cell lying on the floor in the straw, i had the feeling that a truck just had run over my face, i was still to drugged up to realize what had happened to me, i was to tired to work it all out. In order to let go of the pain, i decided that it would be better to sleep. I dozed off and i must have slep a long time, when i woke up again, the pain in my face was massive, my forehead burned as hell, and my mouth was so painfull that i did not realized where the pain came from. Sudenly there was movement around me, and my master and his goons where standing over me. Well guys, what do you think of the doctors handiwork hihihi, does he not look pretty???? What is he on about???? I could not figure it out, but it had to do something with the pain in my face, my mouth was all swollen, and it felt i could not move my tongue. The guys where laughing and making jokes about me, but i did not know why. Bring out the mirror Javier, so the Puto can admire the handywork of our friends. One of the guys came back with a large mirror, and 2 iof the guys grabbed me from the floor to sit up right, and then my master did hold the mirror in front of me. What i saw was a big shock to me, i could not believe that he had done this to me. All my teeth where removed from my mouth, there was no tooth left, and on top of that, they had "PUTO" tattooed on my forehead in big capital letters. I was so shocked also because it was the first time that i saw myself with a shaved head, they had removed all my body hair, even on arms and legs. "You like it Puto?????? I was numb, crying like a litle baby, what had they done to me, how could they all have done that on the time i was out, without feeling anything. I tried to move my tongue over my gum, to see if there was maybe one tooth left, but my tongue did just not moved.Don't worry Puto, we are not ready yet, there is more to come, just wait and see, you will be real handsome when i am ready with you, and then you are going to be the ultimate whore for me and my clients. My mind was racing, what more could he do to me??? How much more could i take from him. Ok guys, take the little cunt out of the cell nexdoors, it is time to get him filled up again. I builded up a load of 3 weeks just to dump in the Putos cunt, but first we are going to work on his ass, to make sure he becomes part of us.The guys did rough handle me again on the fuckstool, hands and legs cuffed to the floor, I was still crying like a baby, my master came to stand behind me, and he was poking on my asshole. Gimme that toothbrush there Carlito, i am going to open up that cunts ass so he enjoys what he will receive from us. Some minutes later, I did feel the brush entering in my ass, the master was making quick moves deep in my guts, it was really agonizing and painfull, wow the putos ass is already bleeding after the first strokes, hihihihi that is a good sign, soon he will be one of us.After he retracted the toothbrush from my ass, he inserted a syringe in my ass, and injected some liquid in my ass, it did not take long or i could feel a buzz in my ass, and my asslips where twitching like crazy. "Look how the putos cunt is opening up hombres, we are going to breed that cheetoh real good". It did not take long before he was touching my ass with some cold metal ring, it turned out to be his big Pa that he had in his dick, I never been fucked before by a guy with a PA, i was so scared. He did enter my ass with one big trust, whith made me scream like a pig, i could not take it, it was so painfull, my master was laughing like crazy, and started to rape me real hard, i had the feeling i would pass out real soon, byt the mix of the drugs, and the painfulll movements by his big pierced dick deep in side me."Look hombres, my dick is covered in blood from the Puto, he is ripe for the taking guys, we will breed him real good tonight, he will receive the "gift" from each of us". He was hammering my ass like crazy, and i guess after 10 minutes of raping, he was close to shoot, he retracted his dick again and entered the brsuh again deep in my ass, stabbing my bowels with it, and soon replaced his dick again, raping me over and over again till he cried out and shot his load deep in me, i never knew that i single guy could shoot so much as he did, he just shot 10 wads one after another deep in my bowels, i must have been filled up real good. When he was ready shooting in my ass, he was lying on top of me catching his breath. Soon he recovered, and pulled out his dick out of my ass, i could feel something tricking out of my ass, I was not sure if ti was cum or blood. Not much longer after that, his dick was repalced by one of the other guys, this guy dick was smaller so i was quite happy about it. My master came in front of me, and i was shocked to see his bloddy dick up front of my face, he smeared his bloody dick in my face to clean it off, i felt so humiliated, i never have been so humiliated in my live. The guy who was drilling my ass, said "damm i have to piss bro's i am gonna piss in the putos cunt", was he serious does he really going to piss in my gut???? I was just thinking about it, when i felt the piss streaming down in my bowels, he must have not pissed for a while because it was a huge piss.Don't move puto, keep it in, I am going to fuck you with my piss in you bowels, can you feel the chemicals in my piss taking control of you???, I was not aware that somebody could do drug you by hiss piss, but it obvious did. He started to fuck me again, and the piss was shooting out of my ass by each movement, my legs and back where soaking wet from his piss. It did not take long or he was shouting" here comes another load whore, thank me for it you whore, beg me to receive my precious load, i could not say anything as just mumble, he was laughing and said, that will do hihihihi, here it comes you whore another pozz load in that virgin cunt of you puto.I did feel his jizz shoot in my bowels mixing up with my blood, his piss and the sperm of my master.
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[This story is a complete fantasy. Who knows maybe I'll have a slave like this - he'd sorta be my ideal slave…] Jamal started life with things stacked against him. His mom was a prostitute who usually had johns fucking her several times a day. She always took her birth control but with all that cum in her pussy some of it managed to get past the birth control and she got pregnant with Jamal. Being pregnant was the last thing she wanted. Some guys liked fucking pregnant women, but most didn't and it meant she'd earn nothing for a couple weeks around the birth. Jamal was unwanted from day one… Jamal's mom had been pretty once, but after living in poverty getting fucked by thousands of guys, her beauty was "faded" (to put it nicely). She should have lived a better life but somehow things always went bad for her. It didn't help that everyone in her building knew she was a whore. A couple of them would routinely break into her apartment, rob her and force her to give them a free fuck. She tried to hide her money but half the time they'd find where she had hidden the money. She just couldn't get ahead and Jamal was just the latest of a heap of problems that she called her life. Needless to say, as the bastard child of a poor prostitute Jamal was pretty much the textbook definition of "disadvantaged". He was a cute kid - he had gotten his Mom's good looks. His mom was mulatto (black mother, white father) and based on how Jamal looked it seems like his daddy had been Latino of some sort. He was this wonderful light brown color - like the perfect suntan 360 days a year. His hair was coarse, but not kinky… All in all he was a hot little blatino boy, but looks don't count for much when everyone knows your mom gets fucked for a living. He was constantly getting beaten up by his peers, and because he was a little kid there was no way he could fight back. The few times he tried he lost pretty badly. The funny part was he knew some of their fathers fucked his mom - he could be the brother of the guys who were beating him up - but he never said that to their face - it would only make the guys beat him harder. There was a hierarchy to Jamal's world - he was on the bottom and everyone else was above him - it's just how things were and he accepted it. It wasn't just the kids in the neighborhood who'd beat Jamal. His mother had the bad habit of reminding Jamal that she wished he'd never been born. Whenever he did something to displease her she's smack him. If he tried to stop her, it would set her off even more. There were times when she'd just snap and start wailing on him - it was like she tried to soothe the frustrations of her miserable life by using him as a punching bag. There were teachers and counselors at school that were supposed to figure out what was going on but most of them didn't care. Plus his mom told him if he ever reported her his life would get a lot worse - not better. So he just put up with it an hid the bruises as best he could from people like teachers. Abuse was part of his life and as far as he could tell it would always be that way. The question of who his father was was one that always haunted Jamal. He used to fantasize about who his father was. His dream was that he could figure out who his father was, and even though he was his bastard son and would never be the equal of his legitimate siblings, he would at least know where he belonged. It was the feeling that he had no home, no safe place, that really hit him the hardest, and he knew even if he found his father that wouldn't necessarily be his home either - but at least he'd have something concrete to fantasize about. Jamal learned early on that he couldn't stop the abuse but if he kept his head down and did things like avoid eye contact, it helped a lot. When he had to interact with someone it was best if he just tried to give them what they wanted or make them happy in some way. Submissiveness was his survival strategy. Even when someone would start beating him - it was better if he didn't resist - if he just took it without complaint. Jamal was a broken and damaged kid. The only part of his life that seemed to go well was school. It was a crappy school where the teachers didn't really care, but Jamal came to realize that he was actually pretty smart. That, and his willingness to please, earned him good grades. He was pretty much a straight A student - not that that made much of a difference in his rough and tumble world. It just meant some of the kids would force him do to papers and then beat him up if the paper he wrote didn't get an A. To make matters worse his mom just kept telling him he was worthless - that brains didn't matter - that he'd get nowhere 'cause he wasn't much of a man - he was so small and submissive he'd never amount to much of anything. So even the one thing where he could have gotten some self-worth was taken away from him… When Jamal was 8 some of his mom's clients expressed an interest in him. His mom thought it was disgusting, but she also saw dollar signs. As much as she despised "faggots", to her it was free money. Even with her trying to keep it on the down-low (she didn't want to be known as the mother of a faggot), it wasn't long before Jamal was out-earning her, but it only made Jamal less of a man in her eyes. He was her meal ticket and she despised him for how he earned his money. Without going into detail, Jamal was pretty much perfectly suited for his new "profession". He was submissive and willing to put up with just about anything to get by. And his desire to please let the johns think they weren't really abusing him and the men coming back for repeat visits. Of course it wasn't long before the kids found out that Jamal's mom was whoring him out - and that just made things worse with him. He'd come home with new bruises every day. And when his "clients" saw the bruises they treated him worse. It was cyclical - the sex just got rougher and rougher as time went on… The abuse just never seemed to have an end. Jamal stopped seeing his body as _his_ body - it became a shell he lived in that other people used as they saw fit. He felt hollow and yearned for acceptance and love - but he didn't even know what that meant. He just knew it revolved around one word - "daddy" - the one thing he'd never had. Jamal contacted me a few months before his 18th birthday. He found my blog and told me he thought I was the perfect daddy top. He'd send me pictures of himself. I had to delete some of them immediately 'cause he shouldn't be sending pics like that, but he was hot. The best part was that he didn't understand how hot he was - he saw himself as pretty much worthless. He had good grades in school, but his school was so bad there was no way he could compete in college against people who had gone to better schools. And with the exception of his teachers (who largely just took him for granted), everyone around him despised him and told him he was a piece of shit. While 17 is legal in New York, he lived in Philadelphia and I wasn't about to bring a minor across state lines, so we just chatted online. After a month or so he opened up to me and started showing me the bruises, but I couldn't really do anything. He begged me not to report his mother and given that it had been going on for years I figured he could stand a couple more months of it. He didn't even tell me enough about him to do a report. He told me his name was Jamal and he lived in Philadelphia, but that was all I knew. We kept chatting and I could tell I was becoming a bit of a daddy figure to him. It was cute. At the same time it sorta turned me on to hear how he put up with physical and sexual abuse without complaint. It was just his life and he expected it. It was no big deal to him. A couple days before he turned 18 I tried to reach him online but he was wasn't around. The next day - same thing. Being offline so long was usual for him. The morning of his birthday he still wasn't online and I started getting worried. I wondered if the abuse finally went really bad. Then in the middle of the afternoon my doorbell rang, I opened the door and there he was. I didn't remember telling him my address, but somehow managed to find me. It was one of the hottest days in August. He was sorta sunburned and incredibly dirty. But he still looked incredibly hot. It didn't hurt that he had almost nothing on - no shirt, just these thin little running shorts which clung to every curve in his body 'cause he was dripping with sweat and his shorts were soaked. It was also clear he didn't have underwear on - his thin wet shorts were showing every detail of his half-hard dick. I could actually see his dick twitching and growing pretty quickly. In a matter of seconds it got so hard it started tenting his shorts and he was big enough that the head started poking out under the bottom of his shorts. "Can I come in?" He was so submissive - he barely looked up at me - mostly just stared at the ground. "Of course boy…" (I didn't want my neighbors to see a half naked little boy standing at my door with a hardon). As soon as he was inside the door he dropped to the floor and got into a little submissive ball and started kissing my feet. He begged me to let him stay. Said he'd be a good boy and I could whore him out just like his mom had - he'd earn his keep and wouldn't be any trouble. "Please daddy, please… My mom will know I'm gone by now and she'll beat me pretty bad if I go back. I always delete our chat history - they'll never know I'm here. I'll be good, I promise." I'll do anything you want daddy, please daddy, please… Please let me be your boy… I'll be a good boy, I promise…" He was having verbal diarrhea offering everything he could think of to get me to let him stay. I just stood there for a little bit and let him beg. "…If you want to beat me, I can take it… Anything you want daddy… Please…" I didn't really respond to his request. He was filthy dirty and I just wanted to start with getting him clean. "Follow me boy" and I led him up to the bathroom and he followed quietly - he knew the time for talking was over. "Take a bath boy - you're filthy." "I'm sorry sir, I walked here." "You WALKED here?" I said incredulously. "You walked here from Philadephia?" That's like 100 miles. "Yes sir. I went to the park near my house a couple days ago just to get away from my mom for a few hours. Some kids started beating me up. They ripped my shirt sir. I thought about how I'd be 18 in a couple days. I just had enough and wanted to get away. I need a fresh start sir. I just started walking and didn't go back. I didn't have any money on me, so I figured I'd just walk. You're the only person who I thought might take me so I headed toward you. I'm good at remembering details and while a back I had figured out who you were and what your address was. Luckily I remembered the address correctly." No wonder he was dirty - he'd been walking for 3 days to get here. His shirt was gone 'cause it had been torn by the guys who beat him up. He had used it as a rag and to keep sun off him, but had finally discarded it when he got to NYC. And most remarkably he had walked 100 miles in cheap flip flops. His feat were a mess, but as he bathed in the hot tub the layers of dirt came off him. When he was done this cute little boy emerged from the water. He was adorable and there was no way I could say no to him... There was one thing I meant to tell Jamal before now, but had just never gotten around to it. I had converted a couple months earlier. Not exactly sure how it happened, but I had what seemed like the fuck flu and when I went and got the test it came back poz. I hadn't gone on meds yet - I was still waiting to see how my body would respond. Here was an 18 year old begging me to "be my boy" - on his 18th birthday no less. He had no clue what he was asking for, but given his life up to this point I figured he probably wouldn't care. Being pozzed by me was better than his life back in Philadelphia. I didn't say anything about that and I didn't really tell him I planned on granting his wish to stay with me and be my boy. When the water drained out of the tub I got out the the spray nozzle for douching and asked if he knew what it was. "Yes daddy, my mom has me use something like that…" I told him I'd be in the bedroom when he was done. 5 minutes later my naked little boy came to the bedroom and climbed into bed with me (since he hadn't eaten in two days douching didn't take long). He was so small and frail - just 5' 2" and barely over 100 pounds. I could see why fighting back was never an option for him. Even though he hadn't eaten in 3 days, but he wasn't asking for food - he was so submissive he wouldn't even make that simple demand of me - it wasn't his place. I think he thought he needed to earn his meal. He didn't even make much eye contact with me. He just got on his belly, ass up, looked the other way and said "it's yours daddy…" and spread his ass cheeks. Damn that was a fine ass! I grabbed the lube, lubed up my dick, and pushed into his sweet boyish hole - no foreplay, no tenderness - we both knew he was just a fuckhole. My big PA hurt him as it went in, but he put up with it. God that was a sweet hole… Silky smooth and still pretty tight despite all the use it had seen. I came on like the third stroke, but I knew that was just the first of many loads - I'd last longer on the next load. I kept my dick in him and slowly pumped his hole. It was so warm and tight - and now well lubed with my poz cum - it felt incredible. After 20 minutes of slowly pumping his ass in almost complete silence I got my second wind. This time I fucked longer and harder. In fact it was a pretty rough fuck. I pounded him for 15+ minutes and my PA was really tearing him up. I started seeing a little blood on my dick and I knew there was no way he would be neg after this fuck. Finally my second load came. And I collapsed on top him in a wet sweaty mess. As we lay there with two loads of my high viral load poz cum in his ass I asked him if he'd ever been tested for HIV. "No sir - I haven't been tested. I've been fucked a lot, but mostly by straight guys, so I can't really say what my status is." We spent the rest of the day in bed - other than getting out to have a bite to eat (he was ravenous). I pumped two more loads in him that night and one the next morning. I wanted to know what my boy's HIV status was so the next morning I took him down to the free clinic and had him tested. The test came back neg - we were both a little surprised. I guess the guys his mom lined up really were straight - it helps to not get fucked. It sorta turned me on that he had gotten a neg test result while there were 5 loads of highly charged cum percolating in his guts. When we got home he asked me "Was neg the result you wanted daddy?" I told him neg was perfect. I put him face-down on the living room floor and fucked him again… I could tell the weight of me pounding into him and the hardness of the floor under him hurt him, but he didn't seem to mind the pain. As I was about to cum, I said "You want me to be your daddy forever, right?" "Yes daddy, I've wanted that for a long time - even before I contacted you." "Good boy… Take my poz load boy… I just converted and I'm not on meds - those loads last night and the ones I'm going to keep pumping into you… They're going to make you mine - I'll be with you forever boy…" It was like a curtain opened and everything changed for him. He flipped around, put his legs in the air and shoved my cummy cock back in his hole, and then spontaneously pulled me towards him and kissed me. He had the biggest grin on his face. He had found his daddy… [to be continued...]
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I'm currently tied up at a tops house. Massive cock by the way. Getting high and taking as much cock in my hole as I can find. Open invitation so text on 0 7 9 8 4 4 0 3 1 8 8 and come and fuck me hard until I beg for mercy and you ignore me. I wanna be quite uncomfortable on my train journey home
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Two weeks ago I met a guy that fucked me in his car in a bar parking lot. When he was done he yelled at me "get lost fag" and pushed me out of the car with my pants still down. A few other guys there saw me and were laughing. He texted me Saturday and I ended up going over to his place. He had a friend with him but took me to his bedroom and fucked me hard. Again when he was done, he got abusive. He told me My ass was loose and worthless. He then brought his friend in and ordered me to blow him. When his buddy got close to cuming, he put his hands on my face and pulled my head back. His buddy shot a load all over my face. He held my head, face dripping and told me to "get the fuck out". He and his friend pulled me up and shoved me outside naked. The door slammed shut. A few seconds later they threw my clothes out minus the pants. I called a friend for a ride home. I just got another text from him. For some reason, I like him. He is good looking and fucks well. I am trying to figure out what to do with him... Anybody else here have a man like that?
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My boss was a pompous egocentric prick who initiated a worthless system of unnecessary harsh discipline and penalties for minor "violations" at the plant because he got off on abusing his underlings with his power trips. He was a dandy type of dude in his early forties who had contempt for us blue-collar men. He wore a wedding ring to fool people into thinking he was a straight family man and even had posed photos of his nieces and nephews and a lady friend on his desk. He said they were his wife and kids. Many of us were getting sick of him but with the job market the way it was even in the early 1990s we had little choice. I was a normal masculine 25 year old man with an intact dick. I had caught the bug one night after fucking half a dozen holes and mouths. I was talking to a poz friend I had just fucked and as we discussed our jobs he said he knew of someone who could be my boss and that the asshole was a flaming bottom when he went to a private sex club and wasnt overly cautious about whom he let fuck him, accepting that sooner or later he would get knocked-up. My friend then said he knew a buddy who worked at that sex club and that something could be arranged. He introduced me to his friend Allen and we hit it off good. The next month of planning resulted in me getting a pass to the sex club on the night my boss would be there. I arrived early and my buddy's friend Allen said he had things set up. I was to wait in a cubicle while my boss checked in and settled in his larger private room. The asshole would then be blindfolded(he'd be told it was part of a sex scene), led to a padded sawhorse rig and strapped into place. I was then to go in, let the bitch suck my dick hard and then I would grease-up with just the minimum amount of lube needed and enter him, tear-up his ass while fucking him and pump my AIDS up his fattish ass. I was excited and was glad I could exact revenge on behalf of my fellow workers. As planned the bastard checked in, went to his private room and stripped. Fifteen minutes later Allen came in the room I was waiting in. "He ready?" I asked. "All tied up and ready for plowing stud." he replied and kissed me. We went to the bondage room where the fucker was. "Ok bitch, kiss this cock and suck it." Allen ordered the punk as I put my meat to his mouth. He obligingly kissed my cockhead, opened his mouth and I fed him my cheeze-dog. He sucked it as my foreskin retracted releasing what little smegma I had under it into his mouth as it hardened in his mouth until I had a diamond-cutter and my cheeze was in the mouse's stomach. "You hard stud?" Al asked me. I nodded and pulled out. I stepped to the other end and took the grease Al handed me and smeared on just enough to facilitate entry so I could rip up his insides. I then lined up my shot and lunged. He screamed as I grabbed his hips and forced my dick up his ass. Turned out he was partial to small dicks so my slightly larger than average meat stretched his hole. I hilted myself with a couple of brutal thrusts and flexed my love-muscle inside the asshole who whined and begged until Allen stuffed some dirty socks into his mouth and tied them in. I then fucked that asshole good. I was used to looser holes being that my uncut dick was more sensitive than most cut men but under these circumstances it was a very enjoyable fuck as I managed to pump pleasure into my penis by pumping pain into him. I had as good a grip on his hips as any man could manage on a fat asshole as I made love to him. Knowing how miserable he was and that I would be infecting him with my HIV turned me on more as I pounded his ass. I was getting close, the excitement in my loins rapidly building, my prick feeling the approach to my impending ejaculation. A few more thrusts and my cum erupted from my pleasure-feeling penis and I started to get weak in the knees as Allen and another man supported me as I let my hips take over and pile-drive my dick in that asshole until I was spent. I held tight to the asshole's hips keeping my dick hilted as I spurted the last of my dirty load up him. A minute later I pulled halfway out and thrust again. I felt my dick shoot just a bit more dangerous spunk up the asshole and then thrust a number of times to work my HIV-carrying sperms into his anal walls. A few minutes later I withdrew. Allen and I stepped to the punk's face where he removed the sock gag and ordered him to suck my dick clean. The punk cussed and threatened to bite it so Allen smacked his face, saying next time it would be with his fist. The punk reluctantly sucked it clean as he cried. Allen made him kiss it after finishing sucking it clean. That night was one of my all-time best fucks, my best feeling orgasm, even better than the night I pozzed my friend. I felt vindicated as Allen and I walked with our arms around each others shoulders to the locker room. I got dressed and we hugged and kissed. I checked out and headed to the bus stop. I caught thr bus a few minutes later and rode the five miles to the transfer point. I got off the bus, called Allen at the club from a payphone. He said he would then release the punk. I hung up and waited for my next bus. The boss looked a little pissed the next morning at work and as expected took it out on us. One guy who was fed up spat in his face and quit. One of the girls in the front office also quit. A week and a half later the boss didnt show up at work and was out for a couple of weeks, returning the worse for wear. I told my friend who said, "Good work stud. You successfully knocked his ass up." He was happy and sucked me off, swallowed my cum and kissed my dick. I stayed on just to see how the boss's health declined and found a better job a few months later with better bosses. A number of years later I heard he had to sell his business at a loss and go into a hospice. I made a date with my poz friend and fucked him. He said he liked getting fucked by me to share the joy even though I had pozzed him. Unlike my boss, my friend and I took our meds religiously. My friend and I are now in our mid forties and work in a warehouse less than a mile from our apartment. Our boss at the warehouse is a masculine bisexual who treats his employees decently and fairly.
