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Part I I wasn’t always a piece of garbage. I once had been brought up in a nice conservative, middle class household and was track for a college career and a nice job someday into the future, but being a true-born trashy Asian slut I couldn’t resist the temptation of the pipe. It started out with weed, buying by the gram and smoking out of a bowl, escalated to buying ounces and taking monster hits out of grav bongs, then I would hop in my car, recklessly drive to a stranger’s house, and let him fuck me. Anything to get some dick, I didn’t care who it was, but I liked daddies and middle-aged men the most. Daddies are so much hornier, the way they touch your skin with their coarse, hungry hands. Then one day I was smoking with a 42-year-old daddy before we fucked. He was a big guy, about 5’11”, a little guido-looking with his hair gelled up, deep spray tan, gigantic muscles, and shades. He was wearing a tight black wife-beater, tight white pants, and flip flops. He pulled out a glass pipe and asked, “You into T?” “What’s that?” I asked, ready to try any drug he was about to offer. “Ever heard of crystal meth?” he asked, raising his eyebrows and shaking a little bag of white shards in front of me. I stared at it hungrily. I had tried molly and ecstasy before, but meth was a trashy drug, a drug I pictured wasted, twisted lowlifes smoke in trailers. I had never known it was even around in the area. “Hell yeah,” I responded. I was already high as I ever was, barely able to respond to his questions, but I snorted a line of coke a few minutes ago and was wide awake. My breaths were getting heavy and slow and I was getting tingly sensations all over my body. Hell I was horny. He took a small straw and measured out a few small crystals into the pipe. Little did I know how much and how potent those few shards actually turned out to be. Daddy showed me the ropes. “Here, hold the pipe to your lips and just tilt it sideways. I’m going to light and wait for the crystals to swirl around in the bowl. I’ll tell you when to start sucking.” He lit the lighter and held the flame just below the bowl. A few seconds passed and swirls start forming, getting thicker, until the bowl was a cloud of smoke so thick it was almost yellow. “Suck slowly, let it stream in through your mouth,” he instructed. I let the smoke trickle into my body, but it didn’t stop. The thick white smoke wasn’t thinning, so I sucked just a little bit harder. A rush of chemicals (it smelled like it) smacked me, but he gently held my face and told me to stay on the pipe. I sucked, and just coughed the T out of my nostrils. Finally, I left the pipe and sprayed the room with a brilliant cloud of thick white smoke that hung over our heads. “Fuck yeah, you cheap cunt,” Daddy growled. “You’re gonna get tweaked out tonight.” He himself took a small hit. He was saving it for me. He had plans for me. I took four more big hits, then he repacked the bowl and torched it, casually sucking in more smoke than I imagined possible. He grabbed me by the hair, pulled my lips to his, and shot gunned it into me. My head was spinning from the weed and the meth, and my skin felt like my whole body was meant to be penetrated in any way possible. I was unbearably horny. I had worn tight denim shorts that sagged below my g-string and a spaghetti strap cropped to my chest to reveal a small 4-pack. “Feeling good?” he asked. “Feeling dirty,” I purred. I crawled onto his bed dangled my head over the side. Guido Dad didn’t take off his pants, simply unzipping the fly to unleash a massive 8 inch meat rod with a giant thick head. I had prepared for this, with a painfully large butt plug crammed in my ass on the drive here. “You ready for this? My little slut?” He lit up a cigarette and slid his cock down my throat. It slid clumsily over my tongue, far too big for my mouth. The head was larger than a large strawberry. He pulled my mouth open and went deeper, resting the head until it just tickled the back of my throat. I slurped my tongue frantically along the top, trying to lick at the delicious head. He grabbed the sides of my face and slowly fucked me as I slurped his dick. It ached my jaws, but it was worth it. It smelled like his musk, and there was a light amount of hair around the base of his dick. After a few moments he would take out his dick and pour some water down my throat; my mouth was getting dry from the high. My mind was blown, the meth had opened up a nirvana for me while Guido Dad’s dick was pounding my throat and face until I gagged and spluttered thick globs of saliva over my face. This was what I was meant to do. I thought I had no purpose in life, but this was it. He pulled his dick out of my mouth and fed me a little more water. By now his dick was slobbering wet and drooping threads of saliva over my face. He smelled of fresh cigarettes, it was incredibly sexy. The room was spinning as I lay there panting, my face covered in his sweaty hairy balls. My face and chest felt hot and my heart was pounding quickly. “Fuck you, you’re just a hole, aren’t you?” He grumbled. “You live at home with Mommy and Daddy, boy?” “No,” I gasped, globs of spit flowing from my open mouth, down to my cheeks, and sticking onto his balls. “Good, cuz you’re not gonna see them for a while. I have bigger plans for you,” he grunted. He looked so hot in that wife beater. His face looked sadistic, like he was taking pleasure in seeing how much he’s degraded me with just ten minutes of deep throat. “I’m not gonna let some hungry nineteen-year-old pussy go to waste like this.” I was OK with that. I was ready to sign myself over to him to be his whore, his property that he can use and rent, a place where he dumps his loads. His dick was now rock hard, a magnificent club of meat, a deadly sperm gun. He emptied his little bag into his silicon lube, shook it up, and started liberally applying it to my hole along with motor oil. “After I fuck this trashy little butt, I’m going to make a few bucks off of you,” he grunted. “But I’m not going to do it without your consent. If you want me to be your pimp daddy, it’s for life until I’m done with that hole. If you agree to this, there’s no turning back. I own you, and I’ll drug you up with meth, pot, poppers, and crack everyday, and you will serve any man who needs a pussy. I’ll make sure you’re black-out high every minute you’re awake. I’ll have you gangbanged in motel rooms, take a quick load in a public bathroom, tied up in bathhouses, maybe even parties here. You are a worthless, trashy, tweaked up cumdump, and you know it. So what do you say?” My head was spinning, and the moments between blinks started feeling very long. Holy shit, I was flying. “Hell yeah,” I moaned through my sloppy wetness. He grinned like a devil. This guy was a bad man, alright, but everything he said was true. I knew why I was put on this earth now, and he was going to guide me to my ultimate goal: to just be a fuckhole, that is what boys are meant to do for men, and that is all I’m worth. “Before I wreck that little slit permanently, I’m gonna reward you for your answer,” he said. He reached into his drawer and pulled out a dirty sock and a bottle of Maximum Impact, sprayed it, and slammed it over my face. A rush of chemicals was flooding into my system, and all of a sudden there was nothing. I ass was on fire, desperate for cock, and I moaned under the sock as the impact continued to attack me, funneling sluttiness into my blood. I had blacked out and my eyes stared into nothingness as Guido Dad removed the sock, and I could barely hear I was so tweaked out and fucked up. I could see him prepare a syringe above my head, but the room was spinning so fast, I couldn’t focus on it. I felt a sudden tightness on my arm. “Flex,” he commanded, and I responded, and he tied a belt around my bicep. I heard him moving around me and slowly inserted the needle into a large vein. I felt the prick, but my body was so relaxed I didn’t even react. I felt it take back some blood, then go deeper, deeper, deeper...

Anyone ever consider taking in a slave, never letting them leave, using them as you wish? Id love to find an owner who would take me, lock me up in their basement, make me work remotely while they take all of my money from my paycheck and use me as a sex toy and maid around the house. If I ask to leave, then, you say no. Make me yours until you chose to sell me off to another owner.

This is a very short story that I came across on a different site. The author is KinkMeKnots and the picture is submitted by Him He hadn't meant to cum like that. He hadn't meant to shoot rope after rope of his pent up wad all over the small body trembling before him. He had EVERY INTENTION of holding back, and holding off from shooting out his jizm despite the generous slam he had been given and being stroked by his Master while having to listen to all the dirty talk that aroused despite himself. He never wanted to betray his sweet scared little 18 yo nephew in that way.. never. But every man has his limits, and after two weeks of being denied (his Master would keep him chemed up and on the edge the entire time he was being fucked), an hour of receiving simulation directly from his Master before his nephew came back from practice early, and the following two hours of watching and listening as his Master enjoyed using the 'special surprise' that had been 'offered' to him for his perverted enjoyment the slave uncle was already near his limit. Having watched his nephew be stripped of his football kit and forced to shotgun cloud after cloud until he was just a rag doll begging to be used. He tried to steel himself against the pleasurable sensation of his Master's hand, and resist the powerful temptation caused by the sight of his nephew's naturally sexy body that had already been used excessively (despite the lad's nearly total lack of experience). But the words comming out of his Master's mouth.. the wonderfully perverse way he spoke about what he had done and still intended to do made resisting the urge a torment all its own. "I'm going to stroke you nonstop for fifteen minutes slave. If you cum on your sweet little 'present' before then, then I'll take that to mean that I'm free to cum IN him.. and you know what that means don't you slave?" Indeed he did, it was not long ago that his Master started cumming in his own ass uninhibited despite having been off his meds for months. He had no care about getting it from the man he worshiped, but wanted at all costs to spare his innocent nephew from being forcibly 'Charged Up'. No matter how much the thought of it made his cock leak his own charged pre. He was so close too, only three minutes to go. But his Master knew his slave too well, and was able to say exactly what to he needed to say to push his slave over the edge. As the last volleys of his tainted incestuous seed rained down on the battered form of his quivering nephew, dooming the youth to his fate, his Master's words rang on in his ears. "Next time we throw a house party, I'm going to invite ALL of our closest friends and introduce them to the boy making sure they know he's your nephew. Their gonna watch as you openly fondle his junkie body while he squirms, make him drink booze and g out of your mouth, and force him to use favors. When our straight laced friends leave because things are getting too weird, you're going to kick things up by REALLY getting handsy with him. When its just the true [banned word] left you're gonna put on a little show for them by bending his sweet ass over the end of the couch, pulling his pants down to show off his cute little ass, and then.. my deliciously perverted slave." Master said with an evil chuckle. "You're going to loudly give your nephew what you've secretly been wanting to give him for a while now by hate fucking him in front of everyone. Those fucking pigs are gonna love seeing you blast his tight little ass full of your seed, egging you on the whole time you 'knock up' your own nephew." Comming down from his orgasm the slave felt deeply ashamed as he watched his Master drag his nephew away in order to aggressively breed him for different times. Ensuring that long before the a room full of horny perverts watched a true incestuous pairing occur, the boy was already marked and claimed by another.

Who wants to take me prisoner and make me your slave for life or until you decide to sell me to another owner? make me work remotely and give you every penny I make. make me worship you and do chores. no limits here. interested? Text me. 978-793-1425

Any one have a slave, wants one or actually is one? I've had a couple of offers from pigs to be my slave. I'd keep them restrained and make them take care of my sexual needs and domestic chores. Obviously get them to sign a contract to this effect Anyone have experience? Best ways to keep them under control? Nasty degrading tasks you get them to do?

Hello im a submissive 28yo faggot, I have this dark fantasy about traveling to a Dom or Master for a 2 or 3 day and be there faggot house boi slave. This could happen at ur place or i could get an airbnb also if we are going to pnp ill pay to show my appreciation. Upon arrival id knee infront of you, hand over my passport or ID, and kiss ur feet until your ready to abuse me how ever u want. My only limts are permanent marks/maiming, extreme pain, scat & blood. After ur through with me I get my item back and head to the airport. Im a completely deprived and brokn faggot and will be happy to serve you🐒🤤🥵

This isn't mine, but wanted to share it and please if you know who produce this text let me know so i will put her proper credit , xxx This is a guide for Superior Black Men that want to usurp their rights over crossdressing white boys. I will tell you the weaknesses and inner desires of white boys, so that you may more easily enslave and own them. If you want an obedient and addicted white boy, read on. 1) Getting a real meeting with a boy is the most crucial part of beginning the white boy emasculation. The rest comes easy and naturally for the sissy boy. Most fantasize about being forced into it. They like the risks and are completely aware that it is a slippery slope. Blackmail and Domination is part of what they want. On some level, they want and feel they deserve to lose their identity as a man and to serve Superior Men. More than anything in the world. Any kind of resistance is just part of what the fantasy; white sissy boys have a desire to be freed from their choice. Younger and not married are more desirable. Degrade and humiliate him in your emails. Ask him how small his little pee pee is. Tell him how you will slap his face with Your Superior Cock. You will put him on a leash. Sissy 's like to hear confirmation they are not real men. Call them a girl. Tell him he has a girly ass. Or if he is skinny, call him petite and effeminate. Ask him if he likes looking at a picture of Your Cock. Give him a female name as a reminder. On the reverse, make him call you Daddy (this is the absolute most humiliating name you can use, but Sir or Master work well too). If he doesn't, tell him you will punish him. Try and get a phone number or address before he can back out. Always push to meet sooner. 2) Establishing follow up sessions. This is where most sissy boys get away. My greatest advice here is to ask the sissy if you can record and take pictures of him for your personal collection. In the moment, they will tend to say yes and do it. A simple picture of him on his knees sucking your cock could well be the key to his entire enslavement. You only need suggestively say you like the picture and want to send it to his friends if he is reluctant to meet. Record him every time after. Chastity is another way. This is better longterm and for training. Just like other males, white sissys have that moment of wake-up and sometimes regret when they finally cum. They will do anything before that moment, but can feel like they went to far once cum. Not allowing them to cum will keep them submissive, turned on, and obedient. You can do whatever you want for however long you want. They on some level, even like the denial. They feel trapped and needy to be nice to you. If they are resistant to this initially, you can keep pushing it, and just put it on them if you can convince them to be tied up. Forgiveness over permission. Use a device that cannot be removed without a key. During the first meeting, make them cum, be verbal, make them tell you what a bitch they are. Make them promise they will be your sextoym. Make them give you their word they will suck you next week. 3) Training will transform the white sissy into a total, obedient slut. You should not let them cum more than once a week. Suggest tying them up when you let them cum and you take off the device, so they have no say if it comes back on. Prolonging how long they cum will make it more intense and they will have much less chance of regret. You can anally train them to cum without stimulation from their little white penis and eventually to cum without being hard. Google sissy gasm. Teasing around their butt with your fingers will help. The goal is to have them only cum from anal stimulation. If you have to, make them wait another week if they can't do it without touching their tiny pee pee. Stroke them from behind like a bitch so their cock is pulled behind their legs. If they're really are unable to cum after two weeks. Also suggest stroking like this the first time you meet them until they cum. 4) After some time, you may introduce more changes to the white sissy. Changes that cross the "point of no return" will keep a white boy as a sissy longer than anything else. They may resist to these ideas, but you can keep pushing it on them, and on some level they want it more than anything in the world. Ultimately, it is their choice. Shaving smooth will make a huge difference in how girly the sissy looks. If you are keeping the sissy shaved,, You could eventually encourage the sissy to get laser hair removal. Another suggestion would be a tramp stamp or other tattoos. Perhaps "sissy slut", "Emily", "BBC Owned". You could have her do a trial with a Henna tattoo or just go all the way. Permanent makeup is another humiliating way to feminize the white sissy. The final step is the one white sissy boys think about the most. They feel it is their destiny and that is a final step to submitting and giving up their ego for humiliation. Hormones. Two types, anti-androgen and estrogen. Estrogen will have the most effects, such as face breasts, and submissive tendency. Anti androgen will make them more petite, less muscle, and make their tiny pee pees even smaller. You can find more online about it. Whatever you want of them, tell them they need to look pretty and pleasurable for Men. And that they are better off this way. Affirm it is who they are on the inside. 5) Enslaving the sissy is the goal. Establish Dominance and always push the little white boys to say they are inferior. Treat them like a sextoy. Text them you want blowjobs on random days. White sissies should be your on-call fk toy. Punish them when they are bad. Use chastity to control their rewards. You can do whatever you like, turn them into a live-in maid if you like or a discreet obedient sex slave.

I'd been on PrEP over a year. At first genuinely looking to prevent, but lately it became out of wanting to control if/when "it" happened. My mind had raced for months, pondering what it would be like taking that first positive load. Not the run of the mill undetectable load, but the real potent deal. Many jerk off fantasies reading stories, watching videos where some boy was verbally filled with a poz load and imagining myself at that moment of no return. Without much thought, I forgot the PrEP for a day. The second day, I thought "Oh shit, I missed a dose, that's not like me." A voice in my head debated what harm was missing a second? Well, the doctor did say two was acceptable, but certainly not three. Day Three comes. Why am I wasting it? I'm not even having sex, beyond sucking someone off occasionally? I can always take it for a week and get back on track. A week with out sex is nothing for me. I don't classify myself as a real catch, early 40's decent looks, a bit boyish for my age in mannerism and depending on my style of dress. Very orally inclined, mentally a bottom though not really been used enough to really get accustomed to it, though that itch does need scratched. Day ten, post PrEP, arrives. Searching websites and apps for anything that catches my eye; however, pretty shy to initiate the contact. Time wasted, staring blankly, getting no responses. Maybe I'm too standoffish? But wait... what was that? A message! I was in shock, having not gotten one previously, I'd never heard the notification. MasterDaddy4u: "Hey boy. Just lurking or willing to go through with it?" Me: "Hello. I do want to go through with it, just hesitant and depends on what I find I guess." MasterDaddy4u: "Very dom 62 yr old Master, if you come over, you belong to me. And when you speak to me, you should say Sir or Daddy, boy!" Me: "Wow, that is pretty blunt." MasterDaddy4u: "What boy? I did not hear you." Me: "Wow,that is pretty blunt, Sir." *what made me obey so quickly?* MasterDaddy4u: "I am sending you my address. When you arrive, enter at door to the garage. Instructions will be there. If you object to anything in that list, go home to your Mama. We wont talk again until you comply." Me: "I need a moment to think on this, Sir." MasterDaddy4u: "That time is past. Bye, Boy. See you in compliance, or this is the last I have to say." >>MasterDaddy4u is offline. My mind raced like crazy. I had a private shared file waiting to be opened. Staring at my screen, my mouse making circles around the icon.... >>click<< "Boy, be at this address in one hour and follow all instructions on site. If you do not, you will be sent away. No second chances." It ended with the exact address. I recall I've stopped PrEP. What if? I don't even know his status. Or what he intends. As my mind raced, I realize I've undressed without realizing it. I get a shower to ensure I was presentable...just in case. IF... *mind still races* When... In a flash, I find myself in my car, heading toward the unknown. Am I foolish for just showing up without much conversation, no exchanged pix, nothing at all? Time seemed to fly and yet creep at the same time. Looking at my watch, after the relatively short drive over, I had 15 minutes left of the hour allotted. Looking at the darkened house from the street, butterflies churned in my stomach. Halfway up the drive...when did I get out of the car? Hand on the knob. Still time to turn back. My cock and hole both twitch as my stomach does back-flips. Inside the dimly lit garage, a solitary lamp shines on a piece of paper. Leaning down, I begin to read what is expected of me. *** Boy, welcome to your possible future. You can still turn back, but once you start on this list, you are bound by your choice. I know you are here. I've seen you on camera. You have 30 minutes to comply or leave. 1. The boy acknowledges that he freely and willingly accepts being the property of his Master, with the understanding he will, upon showing his submission by beginning this list, be taking his Master's HIV poz load and piss to be properly marked, and will accept any and all demands/orders made by his Master without question, subject to punishment for failure to comply. 2. The boy is to strip and place all belongings into the lock-box provided. Once the lock is in place, it will not be opened. 3. Once naked, the boy will find the collar next to the lockbox. Affix the collar, as well as its lock. Again, once locked, only the Master may choose to remove it. 4. The boy shall kneel, eyes down, palms down on knees, and wait quietly for his Master to retrieve him. Final chance to leave, boy. Once any step has started, your consent is no longer required for those after it. Punishment will be delivered once any lock is in place and you try to withdraw. *** Oh my God! He's positive! FUCK! What about my PrEP? My mind flies through the options of fleeing or giving in. My cock soaks my underwear with precum. Subconsciously, my shoes are kicked off as my shirt goes over my head. My undies getting more uncomfortable by the moment, I rip at my shorts praying for some relief. I'm naked! In a strange place, about to surrender myself to someone, sight unseen. I have to think this through a bit more! I look at my watch. SHIT! I've only got 10 minutes to dress and leave, or accept my fate. Accept my fate? What an odd choice of words! My brain seems to be working on two levels. One fighting it, one having already given in. I need more time! What do I really want to do? >>click<< What was that? A sound snaps me out of my mental debate with logic. FUCK! The lock-box! I locked it! Panic sets in. I can still flee, granted I'd naked and with nothing I came with. DAMN IT! On foot too, as my keys are in the box! How much time do I have? SHIT! No watch! I have to decide. It's now or never! ***** ((I am very new to attempting to write stories. I welcome any feedback. I've been pondering this one a long time, but after reading so many great stories on here, I find it hard to put into words what in my mind plays out like a flawless movie. Thanks for reading this first part. I'll try to continue it as time permits, hopefully sooner rather than later.))

Who’s got the idea of either being the slave or master in a relationship where it starts out as an abduction (mutual)?

I'm a human urinal and cumdump. Fill my mouth full and my belly

Auzy stepped out of the shower, his blond hair dripping wet, drops of water falling down his chiseled physique. He was a sexy specimen of a young man, with broad shoulders, and muscles that gave him a twunk look! (Image 1) At 21, he had a full-ride football scholarship and always got everything he wanted which made him into a cocky, entitled jock who made him think that he was top dog. As he towel-dried himself off, he stood in front of the mirror and admired his hung cock swinging between his legs then flexed his arm impressed with how muscular he was. (Image 2) He had just moved into a house on Maple Street, a short distance from the campus. The house was owned by a man named Rob, a 56-year-old overweight and somewhat introverted individual. Auzy thought he got such a great deal on a place to stay but little did he know that the reason it was so cheap was to lure him into moving into the building where Rob had nefarious plans for him. Over the next few weeks, Auzy settled into a routine of classes, football practice. Studying didn’t leave much time for getting any pussy which was never a problem for him. One evening, after a long day of practice, Auzy decided to take a shower. As he stepped into the shower he started playing with his thick cock wishing he had some pussy to fuck. (Image 3) He had been so busy lately that he hadn’t had a chance to relieve his pent-up sexual frustration. He stroked himself slowly at first, savoring the feeling of the nice piece of meat he was proud of. But as his arousal grew, he began to pump his shaft faster and harder, his breath coming in ragged gasps. At last he shot his huge load all over the shower getting cum all over. Then he let go of his cock and started to rinse off. (Image 4) He was so happy to be hung. A lot of his football friends were growers but Auzy was definitely a shower and enjoying shoving it in peoples faces in the locker room after practice to show he was alpha. In the locker room he would be all sweaty which made him look so much more sexy. It wasn’t long until one day his landlord came over and said that he needed to talk to him and that it was important. (Image 5) Auzy was annoyed that the fat fuck was making him waste time when he could be at the gym training. When the landlord came in he pulled out his phone and showed Auzy naked photos and also pics of him jerking off. This was super bad!! He could lose everything he worked for including his scholarship! He grabbed the landlord by the shirt and said “What the fuck dude! Delete these or I will kick the living shit out of you!” He quickly responded with “easy I already sent these to a friend and if you even dare to hurt me in any way he will send them to your school and you will be expelled!” He was right! As easy as it would be to overpower him this fat prick had the upper hand. “What do you want?” Auzy asked “You need to learn you’re not the top dog! These muscles you have are meant to serve. And please me!” He said with an evil grin. “I will be in touch” he said then handed Auzy a box and left. In the box were sexy undies! There was a note that said take pics in these sexy undies and send it to me in the next hour. One of the undies was a mesh white. He didn’t want to do this! But he had no choice. If Rob posted those pics pretending to be him and my football coach saw them Auzy would lose his scholarship! He needed to play along for now until he could find a way out of this. Auzy hurried and put of the white mesh underwear and took a pic of himself. Rob quickly texted back saying “what the hell is that! (Image 6) Get into the shower with them and take a pic from below so I can see that nice bulge you are packing!” “Why” Auzy asked. Then Rob said “if you ever ask why again I will send these pics to everyone you know! Now fucking do it!” With no choice Auzy got into the shower and got a pic of himself all soaked in the underwear. “O ya that is such a great bulge you have on you stud! Might just have to put it in a cock cage and teach you some self discipline! (Image 7) Teach you who is the new alpha! Now go put on the orange ones and show me that ass!” Auzy felt so humiliated and not in control! He was always the alpha and never had to worry about people treating him like this. He slid the orange underwear on that showed of his juicy ass and set up the camera with a timer to take a pic. While trying to take the picture Rob texted “What is taking so long?” And Auzy said “one sec” He replied with “From now on call me master!”“There you go” Auzy said as he sent the picture. (Image 😎 And the fat [banned word] said “there you go what?” I swallowed my pride and texted back “There you go master.” “That is more like it he said! Daddy wants to tame that ass damn! Your ass was made to take cock. You will be my good muscle slut whether you like it or not. I will be in touch soon. In the meantime put on the blue undies and take a pic and send a video of you playing and stretching that juicy ass apart!” “Fuck if you are a good boy I might just leave the beautiful bulge uncaged!” (Image 9) END OF PART 1 This is part one of a series I am making. Unfortunately all of the pics that I wanted for this story wouldn’t fit but I posted the whole story with the pics on X as well at [think before following links] https://twitter.com/JuicyAuzy. These pics are real pics of me playing the character of Auzy. My email is auzyawesome5221@yahoo.com so please feel free to reach out and let me know what ideas you have for Auzy’s future then I take pics and vids to reenact his journey.

This is my first attempt at writing a story here, please feel free to offer suggestions / criticisms. Also I will be posting a link to an audio version of this story. Special thanks to @pupHawaii for posting a pic that inspired me to create this story, I hope you enjoy. Part 1 of 4 Hi my name is Dietrich Bindel and this is my # it gets better story. Wednesday October 5th 2:36pm It all started in the third grade (1983), at Ronkakama elementary, I was a dorky blond kid who always had to wear glasses. Ever since I saw Star Wars I was hooked on anything technology. I was the kid that got excited about going to a radio shack just to buy a bag of resisters. I know not your normal kid growing up in the 80's, but hey that's me. Anyway one day in October while in the school library I was reading a book on how HAM radio's worked. I was enveloped in my own world and then Christian Baddula and his friends said "look at that dork, reading a book like a fag" then what seemed out of nowhere Christian slapped the book away from me falling to the ground. He picks it up and says what is this dork, you some kind of a smart guy or something, and then spits in my face. The librarian rushes over and immediately separates us. He gives me the side eye while his friends laugh and snicker at me, then as instructed they walk away. The bell rings and it's 3:00 pm, so I grab my napsack and make my way to the front of the school. I look around but i don't see the station wagon, Ughh mom's late again. Then someone shoves me to the ground. All I can hear is Christian and his friends laughing at me. He kicks me several times in the face until I start crying, I yell "stop it, stop it" while trying to shield myself. He and his friends taunt me by repeating what I said, in the way that boys do to insult you. Stop being a little bitch you fucking cry baby. Fortunately Mrs. Sinnowitz comes over and drags us all to the principals office. At least the kicking is over with. The principal says, I already heard what happened in the library, you're not in any trouble but I will need to speak to your parents. A short time passes until my mom comes into the school office and sees me. I'm a little beat up, holding a napkin to my face trying to stop a bleeding lip. She walks into the principal's office, slams the door and all I hear is a pure furry of words which were never spoken by her church lips before or since. She walks out, grabs my hand and says come on, we're going home. My dad comes home just in time for dinner, we sit down at the table and he says, so you had a fight today huh kiddo. I told him what happened, the entire story. He puts his hand on my face and notices my lip, then looks at my mom and says you're right, he's not going back there. Not having a clue, my father already enrolled me into a science and math academy, and said you will never go back to that school again. Relieved, but I will never forget what Christian did to me, never. Part 2 Friday December 19th 1997 (winter break) I was home for the holidays from my job at Time Warner Cable, being a city boy now, it's nice to come back to the island for some home cooking and family time. Anyway two of my friends invited me to join them at this record release party being hosted by WDRE's Malibu Sue at the Dublin Pub, a few towns away. I'm assured it'll be a blast. I tell them I might meet up with a guy, so maybe later. Anyway the guy I planned to meet up with flakes out so I call Arthur, he says he and his boyfriend Harry met this hot jock boy named Christian and some fun was about to be had. So I head over, boy this place is jumping tonight, parking is tough. I walk in and see the boys and him, no fucking way it's him. I text Arthur and ask, is that the boy you were talking about. He replies yeah, why? I say, don't mention me at all, but get him good and drunk. I owe him some payback. He replies with a 😁. After a little while I notice they're all talking and hitting the bar pretty hard, but hey my guys are Irish so it's all good. After a few more rounds of shots, Christian was definitely ready to be more honest about his desires. You could almost smell the lust on him as his eyes kept scanning the two up and down with a growing hunger. So Arthur said hey, it's getting a little stuffy in here, you wanna get some fresh air? Of course Christian was thinking along similar lines. The three made their way outside and over to the boys Grand Jeep Cherokee parked in the back of the lot. Arthur opened up the tailgate and sat down with his legs spread. He then grabs Christians ass while pulling him in for a kiss, the boy is all too happy to go along with this. The two start to make out with Harry joining in the petting and kissing. Harry begins to unzip Arthur's pants and pulls out his boyfriend's 7.5x5 cock, then grabs Christians left hand and places it on Arthur's fuck-stick. Christians eyes open wider and the frenzy of excitement grows. Arthur stops kissing and says go ahead, he won't mind. Just as he goes down on Arthur. Harry pulls his 7x6 uncut cock out, smacking Christians left cheek while sliding his finger under his pants to that sweet jock hole. Harry could feel the warmth and now knows this boy is HUNGRY. Harry looks over at his boyfriend and gives him a filthy grin. Overwhelmed with sensations Christian switches cocks to enjoy the bounty offered. Arthur whispers, do you like to get fucked boy, hearing only a uh-huh from his stuffed mouth; good, as he unbuttoned Christians pants. Harry takes his cock out of his mouth and puts the boys face back on Arthur's fuck-stick. Harry moves to Christian's rear and then pulls his pants down, kicks his legs apart, then gets on his knees and begins to eat his hole out. A slight gasp and then the whimpers begin to roll from his cock stuff mouth, all while being slightly guided to go up and down on Arthur's shaft. After a little while Arthur asks the boy, you want my boyfriend's cock, again a solid reply of uh-huh. Harry gets up and slaps his cock on his hole while delivering a healthy amount of spit and says "you want it boy, then back that ass on it". Slowly self impaling himself enjoying every inch on offer, all while gaging on the larger fuck-stick lodged in his throat. Harry then grabs the boys ass on the sides and takes control. The boy begins moaning uncontrollably. He starts to mumble; fuck me, fuck me harder. The couple is getting more excited by this boy's hunger. They eagerly start using his holes as a self serve cock service station and this is where i make my entrance. I slowly walk up unzipping my pants grabbing at my 8.5x6.5 cut cock, watching the two as if each stroke of my cock was a clap to their performance. A few moments later Harry busts his nut inside of him by grunting and doing his final thrust digging inside to make sure his seed was properly implanted. Harry looks at me and says "your turn bro". Christian so enveloped in being a spit roasted fuck slut didn't even realize he's been bred, nor that anyone else was there. Once I put my cock in him he knows this isn't Harry anymore and he doesn't seem to care either, he's too hungry. I take Christian's right hand and use his forearm as a handle for a proper mounting. I slowly push my beer-can cock inside of him, feeling the warmth of his hole and the slurry of Harry's cum and spit. Slowly each bit fills and stretches him offering a challenge of pleasure and pain in ways he never realized possible. His moaning tells me he's never had a cock like mine before. As I start to breach his second ring he tries to lift his head off Arthur's cock but is quickly forced back down on it and then given a gentle slap and told to finish what you've started. I put all 8.5 inches in him hearing a deep and deafening moan. My friends made the same sound for me many times before which only made them hornier knowing his pleasure. I began slow at first then incrementally picking up the pace of the rhythm until I was at a house music beat. His moans quickly became uncontrollable cries, but I couldn't care less, I was here to take my piece out of this faggot. A small crowd begins to form around us looking on in shock and amusement. Arthur grabs the boy's head pushing it all the way down his shaft making him choke flem as he blows his load down his gagging throat. Leaving his cock in there to make sure every drop is properly delivered. Arthur says good boy, then releases the boy's head which makes his moans louder without the cock gag. Drooling flem and cum, he says fuck me, fuck me, fuck my hole out sir, i slap his ass with my left hand repeatedly and say "you love this dick faggot?" He replies my hole is yours sir, just keep fuuuucking meeeeeeee. With his left hand on Arthur's thighs, his head off to the side he murmurs out I love your cock sir, I love your cock sir, fuuuuuck meeeee iiiiii'm gonnaaa cummmm. Christian blows his load all over the trailer hitch, but I'm not finished yet. I keep my action going strong, mercilessly pounding him as his moans of pleasure quickly become yelps of pain until my final push releasing myself inside of him. Keeping my cock firmly inside of him saying take my load faggot. His legs shake uncontrollably otherwise restrained until every drop is drained from my balls, completing my insemination. Then I released his forearm and say, you loved that dick didn't you Christian Baddula of 23 Pond road Ronkakama NY, 11779. He looks back at me completely depleted from being fucked out and of bewilderment. I say you don't remember me, do you (as I zip up). Remember that kid you beat up in the third grade, he just fucked your jock ass stupid in front of all of these people. Now who's the faggot as I spit in his face and throw him to the ground. Mr tough guy huh, I tuck my shirt in and walk back inside the bar for another drink. My friends laughing at what I had just done; they close the tailgate and join me back inside. The crowd starts to dissipate leaving him there on the ground with his pants around his ankles, his mouth and ass leaking our cum and a new pain that he secretly loves. Christian now humiliated, vulnerable, and properly violated. Barely able to move, inches his cum and mud drenched pants back on and stumbles into the bar. He sees us standing at one of the side tables kicking back some beers like warriors celebrating after a glorious battle. He looks right at me and says, I'm so sorry for what I did to you back then, I was a real jerk. He drops to his knees, looks right into my eyes and says I will do anything to be your bitch sir. Looking pathetic and desperate for my approval, he grabs my thighs with both hands and with a half breath says....please. With a stern face I motion for him to get up and tell him to get us some beers. All too happy to obey like a faithful servant, he walks over to the bartender. You can see the filth all over him. He couldn't care less, for he found something he didn't know was possible and definitely knew he needed in his life.

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I remember so clearly when I met him... how could I forget? I wanted the man the minute I saw his profile. It was my first year away at college, and at 18 I was everything I THOUGHT at the time a college guy should be.... pretty frat jock boy, lacrosse player, 150 lbs of shredded lean muscle, dark hair and blue eyed boy. Everything a sorority girl falls for.... except I liked guys. I drooled over the other guys at the frat house when I saw them in their skivvies or nude in the locker room. But, except for a few drunken blow jobs, I'd not let myself do much. I guess I just didn't want to mentally cross that line. If I did, then I was allowing myself to be what I thought was a fag. But, at night when my house-mate was gone and the frat house was quiet, I'd sneak on line and check out the local guys and j/o. Then, one night, I saw his profile. He was much older then I was, at 44 years to my 18. But man, he had a body that could rival most of my frat brothers. The profile said he was 6 ft. He had short cropped, very clean cut salt and pepper hair on his head and his chest. He was definitely built, you could tell he logged hours at the gym. His legs looked like tree trunks and his ass like a rock. And his cock....god he had the most powerful, awesome looking cock. His profile read "Hot top Dad, looking for a boy willing to give it ALL up for him". Wow. Talk about a turn on... "give it all up".... for a stud like that, I'd try getting fucked. What did I know at the time. I replied to his profile and didn't hear anything back for two days. I'd thought he wasn't interested when I got an email back asking me for some pics and if I knew my status. I sent the pics, along with the reply that I was neg, which I was. He replied that he was also and, after a few more emails, we arranged to get together. From the minute I walking in his door, we had to have each other. The second we laid eyes on each other, we were both already getting hard. He stepped up to me, put one hand behind my head and one behind my back and kissed me hard. I'd never been kissed by a man, and I kissed him back with everything in me. Within five minutes, he was leading me upstairs and stripping my jeans and tee off. He was the most aggressive man I'd ever been with, and before long I was naked, on my back with my legs spread. He kneeled between my legs and stared down at me, then slowly began to strip. His body was even better then his pictures showed, and I was taken from that moment on. Shortly, he was on top of me again. He kissed with such animal lust, his hands all over my body. He kissed down my body until his face was over my hard, 7" cock. He looked at me with a grin, then swallowed my cock whole. It was the most amazing feeling I'd ever felt and before long, my balls started to pull up hard. He stopped, and came back up to my face and kissed me hard. "You don't cum unless I tell you too. Understood?" "Yeah", I replied. "Yes Daddy", he said. "What?" "From now on, you can call me Daddy. It turns me on. OK?" "Yes..... Daddy" I said. "Good boy". He rolled me over onto my stomach and moved around in front of my face. Sitting back on his heels, he waved his fat, 9' cock in my face and instructed me to take him. I'd never had a cock that big before, but Daddy began to teach me how to service him. He talked me through sucking him, telling me I was a good boy, how good a cock sucker I was, how he was going to make me into 'his boy forever'. I'd never had a man talk to me that way before, and it turned me on tremendously. Before long, Daddy's balls started to pull up, and I knew he was about to cum. I started to pull off his cock, and he grabbed me by my hair and pulled my face to his. "Never, ever stop until I tell you to, boy. Understood? I was so close to coming." He growled. "I've never had a guy cum in my mouth before though", I said. "Boy, I'll teach you how to take Daddy's load. But, you NEVER stop unless I tell you. Understood?" The idea of having a man cum in my mouth both frightened and excited me, especially from a man so beautiful. He pushed my head back down on his cock and kept slowly pumping into my mouth. Then, without warning, he grabbed my head again and lifted it up, and shoved a small bottle hard under my nose, forcing me to inhale. He held it there for several seconds, until I had taken several hits, then pushed my mouth back down on his cock and started smoothly pumping into my mouth again. After a few seconds, a wave hit me and I was more aroused then I'd ever been in my life. I began to really work Daddy's cock, and before long, I heard him start to growl. He wrapped his hands around my head, and I felt his cock stiffen before burst after burst of his cum gushed into my mouth. I was engulfed in a wave of ecstasy and began swallowing each burst as it erupted into my mouth like a hungry puppy. I'd never heard a man shout so much as he came, and his animal intensity just turned me on more and made me work that much harder to swallow him. Afterwards, Daddy cuddled me in his arms and told me what a good boy I was. Hearing that was odd, but it turned me on. He asked if I had ever been fucked before and I said I hadn't. He told me he would get me to the point that he would train me to want to give it up for him and I instantly got hard again. The thought of this beautiful stud teaching me how to want to be fucked by him. Or so I thought. And that's how it was for the next three months. Each time, Daddy would get me close, then retract. I was never allowed to cum, or even touch myself. He trained me to know how to stay on his cock, and take each load with gratitude. Each time, Daddy would start to play with my ass more and more, getting me excited and pushing my butt in the air. He'd rub my cheeks, then eventually he got to sliding a finger in me, which grew to two and then three. Once night when Daddy had me on all fours, he began to eat my ass, making me moan and squirm like a whore. Daddy asked me "Are you ready to have that ass fucked, to give it up for me?" and all I could think was, OH YES, I am so ready to let you fuck me. It's about time. But all I said was "Yes Daddy. I'm ready". But he didn't. Then next day I got an email from Daddy. It read "It's time boy. Time to give it all up for me. Be at my place at 10, go upstairs, strip and get on all fours on the bed in the dark and wait." I was hard the rest of the day. At 10, I arrived at Daddy's. The door was unlocked, so I went in and up to his bedroom. He said to keep it dark, so I stripped off and felt my way to the bed. I climbed on and got on all fours like I had been told and waited. I didn't have to wait long. In the dark, Daddy had been waiting in the corner. He stepped up in front of me, and cupped my chin. He lifted it to his face and kissed me hard and deep. I was instantly hard. As his hands caressed my body, he leaned in to my ear and started to talk. "You've been a very good boy these past weeks boy. Daddy's so proud of you. By doing what I said to night, you're showing me that you are truly ready to give it all up to me. Am I right?" "Oh yes Daddy... I am so ready". All I could think about was, He's going to fuck me! "Good boy", he whispered in my ear. "Spread you knees and arch your back. Put you boy pussy in the air for me". I did as I was told. Daddy continued holding my face, looking into his eyes. "You're such a good boy, such a willing boy. Tonight, you're going to become mine fully boy. I've arranged something very special for you, something that will change you and make you my property, boy" Oh my god this man can turn me on! Change me? Make me his property? God this man can talk hot. "Are you ready boy? No turning back now?". I looked into this beautiful mans face, and said yes. He leaned in and began kissing me, harder and more passionately then ever before. As he did, I suddenly felt two hands on my ass, spreading my cheeks, and a tongue pressing into me. I panicked at the unknown intrusion, but Daddy gripped my head against his chest and held me tight. "Relax boy. You deserve this, this is special. This is exactly what Daddy wants. You want to please me, don't you? You want to be mine?" I replied I did and the tongue in my ass buried deeper. My cock was hard as a rock against my belly and it had been SO long since I'd be allowed to cum. Daddy shoved the bottle under my nose and in seconds, I was pushing my hard, hairless ass back against that face. Daddy let go of me and my head and shoulders sunk to the bed, with my knees spread and my ass in the air. Daddy stepped back against the wall and turned the light up a bit. I glanced back behind me and the man who was standing on the other side of the bed, bent over and eating my ass. He was about 6'2", solid muscle. He was a God, even more beautiful then my Daddy. But, what got my attention was the 10" of hard cock he was stroking. Surely Daddy was kidding, I'd never been fucked before and he was expecting me to take that cock? He was perfect in every way, with one hot tattoo on his left hip. I'd seen that kinda emblem before, in the Biology labs at school, and I knew what it meant, but I couldn't figure out why he'd have that on him. After eating my ass until I was practically moaning, Daddy suddenly said "It's time". Behind me, the god that had been eating my ass climbed on the bed and started to mount me, positioning his monster cock at my ass. Daddy swiftly stepped forward and grabbed both of my arms and pinned them behind my back. I was pinned, shoulders to the bed, ass in the air and knees spread wide. I struggled and pleaded for Daddy to tell me what was going on, but he just held me and said "Go for it, it's time. Take him." Suddenly, I felt the sharpest pain in my ass as the guy behind me shoved his hard cock in me. I screamed and he pushed into me, and in about three pushes was buried in me. Daddy grabbed both of my arms in one hand, and with the other shoved the bottle under my nose again. This time, he just held it there. The cock in me withdrew just slightly, then pushed in again. And the bottle stayed. Pretty soon my ass loosened up, but Daddy had another surprise for me. He grabbed some rope from the end of the bed and began to tie my wrists together behind my back. I was now helpless. Through it all, the rhythmic pumping of my ass never stopped. The only sounds from behind me was the muscle god groaning as he fucked me, the slapping of his balls against my prone ass, and the only three words he'd say all night: "He bleeding bad". "Keep fucking him", Daddy said as he kneeled before me. He shoved the bottle under my nose for several more seconds until I moaned and relaxed some more. The cock in me was feeling good now, and I was beginning to get hard again. Daddy kissed me as the waves from the bottle hit me. Then he cupped my chin and lifted my face to his. "You're such a beautiful little boy", he said. "That cock in you is so beautiful. And it looks like you're learning to enjoy it." I moaned and the cock picked up speed. "The man fucking you is positive, boy. I knew from the first time I had you that this day would come. I've paid him a lot of money to breed you." I moaned and began to struggle. The hands gripping my hips just gripped tighter. "You can't get away boy. Tonight, you give it all up for me. This man will fuck you several times tonight, and when he's done, you'll be full of his cum." The bottle again, and against my will, I moaned when the waves hit. "After tonight, you will be my poz whore, my property. You will work to pay back what I spent tonight to convert you boy, and I will whore you out to get the money back." The cock inside me picked up speed. "After tonight, you will be damaged goods. I will never fuck you, but you will belong to me. Your ass will be mine to rent out to whom I choose, when I choose. You will be used until you're no longer useful or profitable to me, and then I will get rid of you.". The bottle again, and all I could do was moan and sob. The cock in me was fucking me furiously now. Daddy stood up and stepped back up against the way, folded his arms and watched. The stud began panting hard as he fucked me, and every now and again, he'd begin to moan "oh god". Daddy stepped forward and began commanding him, shout at him to "Fuck my boy" and "Charge his ass, go on. Do what you've been paid to do." The stud started fucking me like a dog, almost climbing on top of me to pile drive his hard meat into my fucked out boy hole. He was precumming hard, and I could feel his wetness running down my balls. I was practically screaming for him to stop. But the more I screamed and begged, the hard Daddy would command him to "knock the boy up' while pushing the bottled under my nose. The stud behind me began to moan that he couldn't hold back much longer. Daddy kneeled in front of me again and pushed the bottle one last time under my nose and commanded me to take the biggest hit I could and hold it. I did and a few seconds later my ass totally gave in. Daddy kneeled in front of me again, and cupped my chin in his hand. He looked behind me and said "He's ready. Charge him". He looked back into my wet eyes and said, "You're mine now, boy". The stud behind me started to yell, louder then Daddy ever did. "Fuck!" he cried and slammed into me harder then he had so far "Fuck yeah! Take my load boy! Take my charged fucking cum up that ass! FUCK YEAH!!! I'm fucking up that ass right now, kid." Daddy stood up and watched the stud unloaded in me. As the stud kept pumping his seed into me, Daddy pulled out his cock. Instinctively, and since the poppers were still working, I took it in my mouth. Just a few short pumps, and Daddy unloaded the biggest load of seed into me he's ever cum. I swallowed every drop. The stud behind me kept working his load into me for another ten minutes before his softened cock slipped out of me. Daddy untied the ropes around my wrist, but he then took my arms and pulled them down between my knees, and then tied them together with my ankles. I was left that way, ass up and tied for about two hours, after which the scene happened again. It happened four times that night. The next morning I woke up. Daddy was gone, I was untied and there was a note. It read: "You're a good boy. You gave it all up for Daddy. You were made to be his boy. I know you're mad now, but call me when things change". Change? What could change? I left angry, and didn't tell anyone about what happened? Who could I tell? Two weeks later, I felt achy. The next day, I felt downright sick, throwing up, muscle spasms, everything. I called Daddy for lack of anyone else to call. He told me to come right over so he could take care of me. I went over, and immediately upon arrival, he took me to his bed. I was so weak, all I could do was lay there as he stripped me. An hour later, the top stud that fucked me arrived. I looked up at him and heard Daddy say, "this is it. One last time to make sure". The god jumped on the bed, rolled me over and pulled me up on my knees. Un-mercilessly he shoved his cock back into me and fucked me while Daddy again belted out his commands. The stud seemed to enjoy my weakness and kept mumbling that I was "fucked now" and "turned into a whore". He came one last time in me, more then any of the first times. When he was done, he climbed off the bed and stood in front of Daddy. "I think you can be sure it's done. Just like what you wanted. Cash on delivery, right?" Daddy smiled and looked down at me. "Yes, you did what you were hired for. Here's your cash, count it if you want. It's all there, all $7000. You earned it." "Not hard to do", the stud replied. "You got a really pretty one this time. Much prettier then any of the others". And that's how it's been since. Two months later I dropped out of school. Daddy put me in a room in the basement. He's been whoring me ever since... he likes to advertise me as "prime boy meat for poz cocks" with my picture on all kinds of web sites. He's sells me a $100 bucks a fuck, and there have been weekends where he's made 2 grand off me. Each time, I'm tied while Daddy watches and smiles, and tells me what a good boy I am.

The Brothel Part 1 My name is Jaxx, and I own one of the biggest, most infamous criminal businesses in America. I've dedicated my life to spreading drug addiction, diseases, and prostitution, and this is the story of how it all started. When I was 35, I thought I was the shit. I was a tan 6'4" cue-ball made of 280 pounds of pure, bulging, tattooed muscle. Some people called me a meathead, but fuck them. When I got angry or aggressive (which was often), everyone shut the hell up. If I wanted a hole to fuck, I could pick from any number of holes that were begging me to fuck them. However, I now admit I was struggling to stay afloat. I lived alone then in a run-down basement apartment in the hood of Philadelphia. I hadn't talked to my family in over 7 years - I had been living with my parents until I was 28. They kicked me out after 10 years of me doing nothing but amateur porn, smoking weed in the house, and bringing girls and fags home to fuck. Took them long enough, I guess, but being a small-time straight male pornstar barely pays at all, so I started dealing drugs too. I mainly sold meth, crack, and coke, but I pushed a little bit of everything, including rarer gems like GHB and K. I had to deal with all kinds of fucked up customers, many of them flaky and shady as hell. One day, one of my customers gave my contact to this boy named Chris. To this day, I don't know Chris' last name, even though I've known him for years. Chris was only 18 at the time and was still finishing high school. He had lost his virginity much earlier than that apparently, but it wasn't until he was old enough to be active on hook-up sites and get into gay bars and clubs did he try Tina for the first time. By the time he had decided to buy from me, he had already tried it a few times, and the bottom boy lived for it. I arranged for Chris to meet me by the parking garages at the end of the street at 10PM. By the time I walked down there at 9:50, Chris was already there waiting, looking suspicious and lost. My eyes widened. It was love at first sight. And that, I mean I knew I needed to fuck him. Even then, I had thoughts of how I'd ruin his life. Chris was the type of boy who was probably timid and sometimes picked on because he was gay but was so gorgeous it would've been impossible for him not to know it. Given his track record with sleeping around town, I'm guessing he did know. He was 5'8", toned just enough that he had pretty defined arms and chest but wasn't at all big. He had soft golden blond hair in spikes like a surfer, sported a deep tan, had the whitest teeth and most brilliant blue eyes I've ever seen, and a charming boyish smile that screamed of innocence. I knew he wasn't all innocent though. He had a deep arc in his lower back that thrust out his juicy ass, which he accented with tight skinny jeans that sagged just a little. His tan skin was perfectly smooth, so something tells me he shaves or waxes. He had two big studs in his ears, and he wore this crazy low-cut shirt that was so tight his nipples stood right out. The boy looked like a slut. Everything about his appearance says he likes men and wants men. At that moment, I instantly changed my mind about the deal. "Hey. Chris?" I asked rhetorically. I reached out my hand, which looked gigantic compared to his. "Y-Yeah. You're Jaxx, right?" He put his delicate baby-soft hand into mine, and I almost crushed it with my firm grip. "That's me. Pleasure to meet you, babe. How about we head over to my place?" I offered. His eyes lit up, and I smiled a devilish grin. I knew this boy was attracted to me, and he was excited to think that maybe I was attracted to him too. I was, and I am. I grinned and placed my hand on his ass and guided him in the direction of my apartment. I led him down a staircase coming from the sidewalk into the basement floor, where we walked to end of the hall. The door in front was the boiler room. The door to the right was my apartment. I sensed he was little scared, but also excited. My place is just a fuck den and nothing more. It's enough to freak any unsuspecting young boy out, but then again he came here to buy my drugs and probably hoped to take my dick, so he wasn't going to back out. My whole place consisted of only two rooms and a bathroom. The door opens to the main room. In one corner of the room was my bed, or really just a mattress on a frame with a sheet covering it. Two dirty pillows, no headboard. In another corner was a computer and TV-monitor. Against the wall were my clothes strewn across the dirty concrete floor - a messy tumble of jeans, wife-beaters, socks, sneakers, and boots. A table in a third corner had all kinds of junk and a microwave on it. The trash was overflowing, and most of it was on the ground around it. Little empty drug baggies mixed themselves in with empty beer cans and bits of litter and debris. The second room, which I call the cave, I kept locked, was smaller, and consisted of a mattress, several locked cabinets packed to the brim with drugs, a suitcase for distribution, and various drug paraphernalia lying around. On a little nightstand stood a glass bong and a tray with a pipe, torches, butane, points, plastic syringes, etc. Several half-full bottles of poppers and various oily lubes were littered on and around the mattress. Finally, the bathroom looked akin to a gas station bathroom. No additional explanation needed. Chris stood there awkwardly, not knowing where to be. I unlocked the cave and led him inside onto the mattress. I sat him down, picked up the glass bong and a fat bag of crystals, then liberally poured the stuff into the bowl piece. "You're a new customer, so let me smoke you up. First one's on me," I said as I started melting the crystals. "And if you keep me company and smoke with me tonight, I'll give you the ball for half the price I said it was." Chris' face lit up with excitement, and he even shined his pearly white teeth. Before he could respond verbally though, I pressed the mouthpiece of the bong to his lips and told him to pull. The clouds rolled furiously as the bong grew into an opaque, almost yellowish white. He struggled to take as much of it as he could, but he had to do it in two breaths. When he exhaled, his clouds were cotton-thick. "Oh shit," he coughed. It was so hot watching him. He was bewildered by the bong hits and I could tell he was already feeling fuzzy and good. I love a lightweight. "Holy fuck, that was a lot." I then gave myself a huge hit too. As soon as I sucked a fiendish cloud into my lungs, I pressed my lips to his and shotgunned it into him. He gulped it down with some trouble, and the clouds billowed out from his mouth. "Fuck yeah," he mumbled, beginning to touch himself through his shirt restlessly. He saw me eyeing him, and then flushed with embarrassment. The T was fucking with his body heat, and he was already sweating. "You feel good, babe?" I asked. "Yeah, I feel real good. Can I take another hit?" he asked. "Hell yeah. Tonight, you can take as many hits as you want." He looked at me like I was his hero. If he wasn't already halfway to becoming a Tina whore, he probably would've realized I was actually a bad man. I passed the bong to him and lit the torch for him again, keeping the flame there to force him to take another monstrous hit he couldn't handle. I watched him cough and choke, then pretended to care and ask if he was OK. I didn't give a shit if he was OK. I kissed him softly on the lips after every time I shot-gunned my hit to him and asked him if he was feeling good. Little did he know, feeding him my leftover clouds would be the only time I'd ever kiss him like that. At that point, I had already decided Chris wasn't going to be a customer. He was going to be my whore, and I was feeding him hits I was already planning on how to enslave him. You see, I installed a secret camera built into a clock on the nightstand. I already have a tape of Chris smoking T, but that's only the beginning. Over the course of the following few weeks, the camera would capture Chris doing cocktails of drugs multiple times as well as getting bred by quite an array of anonymous men. I'd then blackmail Chris to being my live-in whore if he didn't want the videos released to his friends and family and the internet...and then I planned to do it anyway. Once he's living with me, he'll become fully dependent on drugs, and I'll start selling his pussy and videos of him getting fucked. The rest is just making him follow a fitness plan and taking care of his body to keep him sexy and healthy enough in face of all that I was going to put him through. I got more excited about my plans for Chris looking at his pure face. Just thinking about how I'm going to be the one responsible for turning this innocent boy into a piece of whore trash that's gonna get violated by so many sleazy men without remorse...it turned me on a hell lot. After we cleared two rounds of the bong, I set it down and decided it was time to enjoy what would soon be mine. Without ceremony, I slid my hand under Chris' shirt. My hand's giant, muscled silhouette was visible down to the vein through his skin-tight shirt until it reached his pecs. I glazed my fingers over his nipples, savoring them. His skin was so smooth and warm I heard myself groan with lust. Even though he turned a little red and was clearly nervous, he didn't protest. Partly because he liked and trusted me, partly because he was spun, and partly just because he was another easy, slutty faggot. I slowly lifted his shirt up his body, not fully undressing him. Before he knew what was happening, he was underneath me on the mattress, his jeans unbuttoned, with one of my hands still groping his nipples and the other hand sliding underneath his briefs, down his dick and balls and resting over his hole. To be continued.

I am 23, white, blonde, with glasses that needs to be diapered 24/7 as I live with my parents and need a career to cover up what I really want. To be in diapers shitting myself serving a master! I graduate from college in the early december area of this year. Please help this diaper faggot find a new home!

My bf is going out of town for two weekends in March. I figure it's a good time to try out a slave/pup. If there's potential, I could do a weekend when my bf is around, or it could just be a one-time thing. How it goes depends on the particular slave/pup. But absolutely necessary things would be: You should be completely submissive. Only speak when spoken to, call me sir/daddy/master, etc. You should be "my type" - shorter, thinner, younger. You should be willing to take any cock or load I tell you to take. You should be up for at least light BDSM. Optional stuff includes: Gangbangs & sex parties Pup play Moderate to heavy BDSM Videotaped sessions Watersports Basically, the more of that you're into, the more I'll want to have you as my slave/pup for the weekend. While there will be a lot of sex, work will be involved as well. One of my goals for the weekend is to clean up the area I want to use as a dungeon and start outfitting it for sex. I may have you do other household chores as well. I'm mostly looking for guys in or near NYC. Hit me up if you're interested...

Just a slave in Orange County that needs his hole punched hard, rammed brutal with toys and tortured leaving my hole sloppy and abused. I moan like a slut too. Cant host but have crazy goals and fantasies that need to be reached. Public play interests me as well.

Notes: While the story itself is not true, many of the the events, people and places are. I’ve simply rearranged them into this story. Enjoy. Intro. He was skinny, a bit lanky and uncoordinated His glasses on the thicker side, a bit of acne, dirty blond hair cut short brushed forward and really not in any particular style. Greg had been picked on, teased and bullied his whole life. To a point where he constantly looked down, stayed out of people’s way, didn’t call attention to himself and buried himself in his schoolwork. He was 19 and school was done now for him so, with no friends to speak of, he found his only social interaction in online gaming. Greg was also gay, and with no real support network, Greg retreated into a spiraling descent of low self-esteem. He was a geek, a sub and corruptible, and he was 110% mine. Part 1 Being single for a while now and having been recently diagnosed as HIV+, I had gradually pulled out of the dating scene. I have a pretty good bod, and subs have always enjoyed my cock, but being 52 and poz made hooking up harder than before. So, I had started joining in on some of the online gaming communities. While I wasn’t the best player, I developed a good base of local online gaming “comrades” and we would regularly partake in long online quests together, bullshitting and talking with them sometimes all night long. But, my pervy side still needed to be satisfied, so I also occupied my time on many of the kink and bdsm sites. And one day, I saw it. On a kinky daddy/son site, I saw the same avatar as one of the members of my quest team. 19 years old, 110 lbs, 5’11”, submissive, brown hair, brown eyes, looking for something long-term unexperienced but looking for an older dominant man 40 -60, with an interest in kink. No other pictures but the avatar. Could this be a coincidence? The owner of the avatar in our quest group had a young sounding voice, and often seemed shy during the voice chats. Could it be the same person? Curious, I decided to investigate a little further. I did a Google image search on the avatar, and found no other occurrences of it except in our game forum and in the game’s subReddits The connection was there, his gamer name was Muks in the online game, and his character description was that of a sprite; skinny, young, blonde agile, and loyal to whomever oversaw the given quest. His behavior during game play was definitely passive at best preferring to follow others than to lead himself. Still curious, I logged onto the online game that we had spent so much time playing together. The rest of the team wasn’t online, but was surprised by the luck I had when I saw, Muks was. I sent him a text message through the game asking him how he was. “Bored” he replied. “Me too” I said. Feeling a bit horny and coquettish, I asked him if he’d like to go on a quest. Just the two of us. He said “Sure. Why not?” So, I lead him to place in the forest where not many players of the game would be, and told him the name of our quest would be Veritas and I would be the quest leader and that in order to succeed in the quest, I would need his complete honesty and obedience. As with all other past quests, he agreed. “Ok,” I said “we’ll start with some questions.” I decided to stay in the online texting rather than voice to encourage more anonymity and honesty. I started with easy questions to check against his profile on Daddies4bois. “How old?” I started. “19” he responded. Check. I thought to myself. “Where from?” I continued. Next town over. Another check. I asked him his real life, eye color, height, weight, and hometown. His short answers, all checked out against his profile the profile on Daddies4bois. I then decided to up the ante a bit, and told him that since I was the quest leader, he had to address me as ‘Sir’. “Yes Sir.” He responded immediately and beautifully. “Why is it you have so much time to be online?” I then asked. “I don’t have any real-life friends Sir” He replied. “Don’t you have a job?” I asked quickly. “No Sir, I don’t go out much Sir.” “What about your family? Do you live at home?” “I live with my mother Sir, my father left a long time ago Sir.” “Does she like you playing video games all day and night?” I asked, liking the fact he has no father figure. “Um, she doesn’t really care Sir.” “Why’s that?” I asked “She has some problems of her own to deal with Sir.” “I see,” I said, changing the subject back to his friends. “Why don’t you have other friends your own age to hang out with?” “I don’t really fit in Sir.” He responded. Loving where the conversation was going, I pushed on. “I don’t understand. You prefer to hang out with the older men of our quest group?” “Yes Sir!” he responded. “Why?” “Because, older men are more open, not as judgmental, don’t make fun and seem to have it more together Sir.” “Well, you’d be surprised” I said thinking back to all the wasted tweakers and flakes I’ve known. “I’ve always thought you were pretty cool, and prefer to only go on quests when you’re with us.” “Really?” he responded. “Really what? You forgot something!” I typed. “Really, Sir” he corrected himself. “Yes boy,” I typed. “But you’ve just committed 2 violations of the quest rules.” “I’m sorry Sir,” he typed. I didn’t respond, giving him time to think and a pause that needed to be filled. “I know I forgot to say ‘sir’ Sir, but what was the other violation Sir?” Perfect! I thought. “Yes, you forgot to address me as Sir, but you also questioned your quest leader said.” I explained. “Oh, I’m sorry Sir, I didn’t mean to Sir.” “Good boy, you’re catching on.” I said, and further went on to restate that I always preferred to go on quests with him, he was always obedient and loyal. “Thank you, Sir, I’ve always enjoyed our quests together too.” He responded. “Do you like this little quest?” I asked. “Yes Sir, I do.” “I do what boy?” “Yes Sir, I do Sir.” “That’s three violations boy.” “I’m sorry Sir, I won’t do it again Sir.” “You’re a good boy, but “sorry” can only be expressed through the acceptance of punishment.” I posited. “I don’t understand Sir.” “Don’t worry boy, we’ll worry about that another time.” “May I ask a question Sir?” he then typed. “Yes boy, you may. And you’re a good boy for asking permission.” “Thank you, Sir. Why do you call me ‘boy’ Sir?” “Does it bother you boy?” “No, Sir. I actually kinda like it.” “Good boy, but that’s a 4th violation.” I typed in quickly. “Yes Sir, I’m truly sorry Sir.” Now I was sure! This was definitely the same boy on the hook up site. Anxious, I needed to bring this to the next level. “Like I said we’ll deal with “sorry” another time.” “So tell me you truly like hanging out with 50 year olds…?” “Yes, Sir” he replied. “Good, because I’m 52, and would like us to go on more quests, just you and me. How do you feel about that boy?” “That would be great Sir! Do you have any we can go on, Sir?” “Yes, but they’re completely different than what you’re used to.” I typed back. “Really Sir? In what area of the game?” “They’re very different from the game we play online boy. How would you like to try some real life ‘cosplay’? if that’s what you call it these days...” “Oh, I don’t know, Sir. I don’t have any costumes, Sir”. “That’s ok boy. I do.” “Lot’s” I added. “We could have some really great adventures, you and me. Plus, they’re getting more and more popular. Why don’t you think about it a bit? I really think you’ll enjoy it and it will be much better than sitting in front of your computer screen day and night. Here’s my phone number. I have to sign off now, so, I want you to give me a call when you want to talk more and start cosplaying. Is that understood boy?” Here I stopped. I needed to leave it all in his head and not be too pushy. “Yes Sir” he responded. At that I signed out of the game. To be continued...

Chapter 1 – I Learn My Place Doug and I have been playing together for several years. We started out with flip fucking when we’d get together but have added a few more things to the repertoire now. These days, we start out by getting spun and then get into some serious ass play. We both love having our asses worked over and enjoy working on each other’s holes too. We’ve talked about and lived out lots of our fantasies. Doug got a sling a few years ago, which is an integral part of our play. Fisting came about at my suggestion one time. We’ve engaged in bondage play, group scenes, role play, and lots more. While his hand was in my ass the last time that we played, Doug asked me what I thought about being his slave for the day. Basically, I would have to submit to whatever requests he made of me without complaint. We talked it through and came up with a few ground rules. I don’t slam, but Doug does, and I told him I didn’t want to be forced to do a slam. Also, no women, blood, shit, or extreme pain. He agreed to those terms, and we set aside a weekend for this. Doug wanted me in an orange jockstrap, a black leather harness, and a collar. I already had the jockstrap but needed to buy the other items. He told me that he would provide everything else except for the T. As his slave, I was supposed to provide that for him, so I talked to my dealer and arranged for a pickup the day before. I also bought a new bubbler pipe for us, since a good slave always provides his master with excellent service. And, a good slave always verifies the quality of any product provided to his master, so I had little choice but to sample the goods prior to the day. At last, the day arrived. Per Doug’s instructions, I shaved my balls and shaft but left the rest of my hair in place. Both of us are hairy, with Doug having a thicker pelt than me. He’s of Mediterranean descent, so his swarthy skin is covered in a dense forest of fur. It is especially thick between his pecs, around his cock, and around his hole. I’m from Eastern European stock, so my hair is finer, and my skin is fair. I have a hairy chest and ass, with a nice cluster around my hole. As for the rest of the details, we’re both in our 50s and in relatively good shape. Doug is more defined than me due to his more regular workouts, but we both love to eat and drink, and it shows. He has a thick 7” cock, while mine is equally thick and just a little bit longer. We’ve joked that fucking each other is almost like fucking yourself since our cocks are so similar. And we both love dildos, fisting, and other types of assplay. That Saturday, I got ready at home, doing a good cleanout and shower. Then, I put the orange jockstrap and the black leather harness under my clothes. My place is not too private, so I needed to be reasonably attired to get to my car, but Doug’s place is secluded enough that we often play outdoors. The sling in his playroom is also a good draw! I drove over to his house with plans to arrive at 8 in the morning. This way, we could play all day and even go into another day if we wanted. I got to his place a little early, so I pulled off the road and stripped down to my jock and harness. I put the collar in place and switched my shoes for a pair of flip-flops in case we went outside. Once it was 8:00, I walked up to his door. The slave always has access to his master’s house, so I walked right in. Doug heard me and yelled, “Kitchen,” so I went there. He looked awesome. He was wearing a red jockstrap that framed his hairy ass perfectly. Those mounds and the sweet hole between them really turned me on. He also had on a matching red harness that disappeared into the pouch of his strap. I assumed he had a cock ring on that was attached to the harness. “Lick my ass,” Doug commanded. He leaned forward onto the counter, and I dove into his hairy hole. I fucking love to eat ass, so this was not a difficult task to perform. While I was eating his hole, he was drinking coffee and looking over some apps on his phone. I was crouched down on the floor, spreading my ass open while licking, sucking, prodding, and tongue fucking his hole. He has a wonderfully hairy ass that always retains a musky and exciting smell. I loved my service to him and reached back to play with my hole. “My hole, not yours,” Doug bellowed when he noticed what I was doing. I pulled my hands away and used them to spread his ass wider for my tongue. When he was done getting his ass eaten, he turned around and mashed my face into the pouch of his jock. This was a well-worn item and had been through a lot of sexy times. It had a heady aroma of cum, sweat, and piss on it, and I eagerly mouthed his cock through the fabric. I could feel the metal cock ring that surrounded his dick, and it turned me on even more. He quickly grew hard but pulled me away, saying that he didn’t want to cum yet. I literally had all day, so I was willing to wait. Next, Doug told me to vacuum under all the furniture in his living room. I needed to bend over to do this, and I figured that he wanted me to show off my ass while I did this chore. I’m always up for showing off my ass and wanted to keep him pleased, so I was happy to comply. While I was vacuuming, Doug came over and spread my cheeks open to display my hole. “Nice hairy hole, slave,” he said to me. I made my hole pulse when he said this so he would know I appreciated the compliment. When I finished this task, he told me to take the vacuum into the playroom and tidy it up. I went in and was pleased to see that the place was in pretty good shape. I rolled a cart over near the bottom of the sling and placed various lubes and some poppers on it. In my own anal way, I laid out the dildos on the tray sorted by size. We could (and likely would) work up to the largest ones as the day progressed. Then, I put a small table next to the side of the sling with some more poppers on it. I ensured that the camera was aimed properly at the sling, that the full-length mirror reflected the right stuff, and placed some absorbent pads on the floor. I placed a stool at the foot of the sling. Then, I wiped down the sling and noticed a St Andrews cross that hadn’t been there before. I made certain that it was clean and ready, too. I packed the bubbler with product and placed the baggie and torch nearby for use. As a final task, I plumped the pillows on the bed and vacuumed the floor. The playroom looked very ready for use. “Your room is ready, master,” I said when I returned to the living room. Doug was sitting in his recliner with one hand down the front of his jock while working his phone with his other hand. “I’ll be the judge of that,” he replied as he got up. I meekly followed him into the room, enjoying the sight of his hairy ass as he walked down the hall. He walked in and began his inspection. He nodded in approval at my organization on the rolling cart, noted the cleanliness of the equipment, and smiled when he saw that the bed had been dressed nicely. There was a play sheet under the cotton sheet to catch any fluids that might leak out. Nodding his approval, he walked over to the sling. His back was to the sling, and he told me to help him get into position. Hugging him tightly, I lowered him into the sling. Then, I took one of his feet, licked it a few times, and situated it in the stirrup. With his next foot, I sucked in his big toe before putting it in the stirrup. This seemed to excite him since we had never done any footplay before. I helped him get the pillow properly placed for his comfort and then asked if he needed anything more. “Not now, slave. Eat my ass.” Eager to obey and please, I sat on the stool and leaned forward to get my face into his ass crack. He has an awesome ass, with a good coating of hair everywhere that gets denser as it approaches his hole. I love seeing the hair get all matted down with lube and spit as we play. It’s really awesome to see the hairs gliding through lube on a toy or an arm, too. He pushed his ass out, displaying his inner walls to me. I bent forward and wrapped my lips around his hole, and sucked his hole. When I’m rimming, it’s like I’m making out with the guy’s hole. I lick it, swirl my tongue in the areas around it, suck it, probe it with my tongue, and more. Doug likes when I eat his ass, and he seemed ready to settle in for a long session. As I was eating his ass, he placed his hand on my head and pulled me up. “I am not spun,” he growled. I hastened over to the pipe and torch and brought them to him. I held the torch to the product and watched as it melted and smoke began to fill the bowl. When it was ready, I placed the bubbler at his lips, keeping the torch lit and moving so he could have as much as he wanted. He inhaled, held it for a bit, and then blew out a huge cloud. “Again,” he said, so I prepared another hit for him. We did this several times until he said, “Why are you wasting the smoke, slave? Inhale my smoke for your pleasure.” So, we shotgunned the next several hits. He had to be seriously spun since I was flying from just the leftovers. He told me to take two deep hits, which I gladly did. I returned the pipe and torch to their original location, making sure to bend at the waist as I put them down so that he could get a good look at my ass. He smiled at me as I walked back and took a seat on the stool. “Poppers,” he demanded. I picked up the bottle, uncapped it, and held his nostril as he did several deep hits. When I capped them, I kept them in my hand so that I could start rimming his ass again immediately. He was writhing in pleasure, calling me his sex slave and encouraging me with positive words. When I looked up from my rimming, I saw that Doug had pushed aside the pouch on his jockstrap, and his cock was hanging out. “May I, master,” I queried, eyeing his ringed cock. He nodded, so I put his cock into my mouth. He immediately let a gush of precum flow out, which I happily swallowed. He tends to precum a lot, and I love tasting his juices. I sucked on his dick, then he pushed me down to his balls. He has massive balls, and I can only fit one in my mouth at a time. I slavered over them, rolling them around in my mouth and occasionally going up to lick his cockhead. He rewarded me with several spurts of precum before pushing my head back down to his hole. I ate his hole adoringly. The taste and texture of his hole is wonderful, and it looks amazing when it’s opened up for a rimming. The hair around his hole holds some great aromas, and I inhaled deeply and appreciatively. I could have stayed there longer, but he tapped me on the head. When I looked up, he said, “Get me out of this,” indicating the sling. I grabbed both of his arms and helped him stand up. When he was upright, I directed my gaze downward (OK, so I was looking at his cock!) and said, “Thank you, master.” He nodded and directed me to the bed. I crawled onto the bed on all fours, letting Doug see my asshole in all its glory. He grinned approvingly but said that he wanted to smoke some more. I needed to fill the bowl again and kept my ass facing him as I did so. When it was ready, I melted some crystals into a nice fog and helped him to take a hit. He nodded at me, which I interpreted as the OK to do my own inhalation. I did, and he said, “Hold it until I tell you to let it go.” I held it for a long time, and then he allowed me to exhale. He had me do four more hits this way, holding the smoke in for a long time. He took a few more hits and handed me the bubbler and torch. I put them on the table, and Doug told me to get in the sling. He left the room while I was getting myself situated in the sling. Luckily, I’m fairly adept at getting my feet in the stirrups and my ass into the proper position. Once he knew I was settled, he returned to the room. He turned on the camera and made sure that it was providing a good, well lit view of my ass. He made a few slight adjustments and then sat down on the stool. “Are you a good slave?” “Yes, master.” And he slapped my ass. “Are you a good slave?” “Yes, master.” And he slapped my ass. “Are you a good slave?” This time, I said, “That is for my master to determine.” No slap this time. And he replied, “Damn right it is!” He had been lubing his hands while asking me this. Now, he put his fingers at my hole and said, “Your master is pleased,” before shoving three fingers into my ass. I gasped at the sudden intrusion, and he asked if everything was OK. “Yes, master.” “Good, because this is just the start,” he snarled. My ass understood the intent of that statement and pulsed in response. While he was talking, he was moving his fingers around inside me. Doug knows that my ass opens readily, and the T that we’d just smoked would make it even more open. We’ve played sober and spun, but I definitely prefer spun! “Your master controls your body.” “Yes, master,” I said as I felt another finger enter my ass. “I decide what happens to your body.” “Yes, master.” This time, he started to push his whole hand into my ass. I instinctively pushed out a little, letting him have easy access to my hole. His hand slid in up to his wrist.

Just north of Albany, looking for tops in the area to train me to be what you want, increase my load count, and wreck my hole. Not interested in partying at all.