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This was salvaged from Bugshare.net, the 'Strictly Stories' section. ************************************************************* This is a fantasy, it hasn’t happened…..Yet. It was a lively night in town, with lots of good looking big furry men in for the weekend. I’m a fairly shy individual around new people and find it difficult to engage, so in turn I get little action. On this night I decided to enjoy myself, let loose and drink copious amounts of beer. After some time I was probably getting a bit flirtatious, only to spot a handsome Daddy Bear, dressed in leather, sporting yellow and hunter green hankies in his left back pocket. I watched him drink his beer and I was imagining drinking HIS fresh from the tap, at least inwardly, if not outwardly smiling at the prospects of his beer piss. In any event, apparently I was none too discrete in staring at him, because he glanced over at me with a look that was almost agitated, but still he motioned for me to come over to him. "What is it you want, boy?" he grunted. "Well, I was looking across the bar and I saw you and found you hot, and...," but before I could finish an apparently unending sentence, Daddy took my jaw in his grasp and repeated his question. "What is it you want, boy?" "Well, I saw your yellow and green hankies and...." Again I failed to satisfy him because again Daddy silenced me, this time covering my yapping mouth with his leather-gloved hand, but this time his question was thoughtfully more succinct. "So, you are a piss loving Daddy's boy?" At this point Daddy removed his hand from my mouth and lifted my head up so I had no choice but to gaze into his black eyes. "Yes, sir," I replied. I was learning. With that he drew my head firmly against his chest and whispered "You don’t have to address me as 'Sir', boy. I know you want to call me Daddy, and by the way, Daddy needs a boy like you." Then continuing, but now in an even quieter whisper "You like to get fucked bareback, don't you, boy?” "Yes, Daddy," I responded, my reply quiet yet with an excited squeal. "Good. That’s the way Daddy likes to fuck. Oh, and tell me one more thing. Are you poz or neg?" "I’m neg, Daddy." “Daddy is poz, boy. Do you still want to be Daddy's boy?" Apparently the beer had gone to my head because, without missing a beat I replied "Yes, absolutely yes, Daddy." Then, pulling me even more tightly against his chest, Daddy whispered "Oh, just in case you want to know, Daddy wants to poz you, boy, and make you mine. I wanna make you my poz son.” With that, Daddy brushed his 'stache across my lips, and then added "You’re such a shy boy and you really want to be Daddy’s piglet, don’t you, boy? You want Daddy to show you how to be a good pig boy. You want to be bred by your Daddy and become Daddy’s very own poz boy. Tell Daddy. You want all that, don’t you boy?” "Yes, Daddy," I replied, thinking to myself 'More than anything I want to serve and please Daddy, and for the rest of my life be Daddy's poz son'. Apparently, however, my simple affirmation was enough for Daddy as he replied "Gooooood boy. Come to the bathroom with Daddy." Taking me by the hand, Daddy led me to the restoom, where there were no urinals, only a piss trough. Daddy was no novice to the situation, however. He pushed me to my knees, pulled his fat, uncut dick out of his trousers, a smile hovering on his lips, and commanded "Drink all of Daddy's beer piss." A few guys watched on as I drank it all down another bear approached and asked DADDY if he could use DADDY’s urinal… Man at urinal : Can I use your urinal? Daddy: Fuck yeah.. go ahead.. I’m teaching my boy how to be a good pig.. DADDY looked down at me) “drink every drop of the strangers piss.. and get used to it boy.. DADDY’s gonna make you do this a lot.” After I finished the mans piss the only toilet behind a closed door opened up and DADDY grabbed it as two men made their way out.. Daddy: Get your butt in there boy: (I quickly complied. He closed the door behind us… I was faced to the toilet.. there was a mirror over it and I could see his handsome intent face looking back at me in the reflection) Daddy: “DADDY’s got rules about fucking his neg boy raw, One, you have to ask for DADDY’s POZ cum.. Two, you have to obey me, no talking back, Three, once my POZ seed enters you, you become mine for life and you’ll be with me and obey me till you die.. You may always call me DADDY but this is a time when Sir is appropriate, understood pig? boy: Yes Sir. Daddy: Good boy.. now .. what do you want? boy: I want DADDY to fuck me . Daddy: and what else do you want? boy: I want DADDY’s POZ cum.. Daddy: and what will that make you? boy: DADDY’s POZ pig boy. Daddy: Fuck yeah boy… (HE spits on his dick and thrust his cock into me which hurts like hell.. but soon I was in fucking pig heaven.) “You like DADDY’s POZ cock in you boy? boy: Yes DADDY I love DADDY’s big POZ cock in me. Make me yours DADDY, make me your son.. your POZ son. Daddy: Yeah son, I’m the reason for your life and death from here on out. boy: OOOOOOh fuck yeaaaah.. own me DADDY, my life is yours. Daddy: Oh yeah son, you got that right my submissive little bitch, sweet, smart and stupid at the same time.. just what I like , I’m gonna love taking advantage of you, cherishing you and twisting you. .. oh fuck yeah.. are you DADDY’s stupid boy? boy: oh Yeaaahhh DADDY. POZ my stupid ass.. give me your knowledge and pain. Show me your POZ life. Make me your poz pig boy. Daddy: Fuck yeah stupid pig, DADDY’s getting close .. gonna give you my love and pain boy…. Fucking ask me to kill you with my cock boy… don’t argue bitch boy just fucking do it. . boy: oh fuck yeah DADDY, kill me with your cock. Yeah..kill me with your cock Daddy I want DADDY’s POZ cum.. Daddy: ahhhhhhh fuck I’m shooting my death seed in you boy Ahhhhhhhhgg, take that aids seed whore boy.. fuck.. you’re my POZ boy son.. my sick fucking POZ boy. .. fuck yeah take care of those Aids babies Daddy’s pumping you full pusssy boy… your pregnant with your Daddy boy.. shoot that neg cum out of your boy cock. Your mine now. boy: (head spinning from the bonding that just happened ( ahhhhh Daddy.. I’m yours, I’m yours Daddy. Thank you Daddy. Thank you for your poz cum Daddy aahhhhhhhgg ahhhhg) Daddy takes me home and never lets me go.- 14 replies
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Mum abanded me when I was a baby. Left me in the care of my uncle who I call Daddy John and his husband Steve. Or as I call him, Daddy Steve. They have worked hard to give me a good up brining; giving me the best education and a safe home to come to. But this is not a story about my up bringing… Well not that kind of up bringing… It’s more a story of my coming into my own true self. It’s a story about me becoming the piggy faggot boy whore that I am. My daddy’s are very well off. Got a bit of money behind them. Daddy John owns a construction business and Daddy Steve is a real estate agent. So it’s no surprise that we live in a beautiful inner city modern home in the heart of Sydney, designed and built by Daddy John himself. I come to visit him at work from time to time and it is interesting to see how his employees stand straight whenever he is nearby. Daddy John is a unit for a 67 year old. 186cm, big broad shoulders, thick thighs, stone arms and a solid butt. He always wears jeans that seem tight on him, showcasing his huge bulge just below his leather buckle and he always tucks in his checked shirt in. Never wears a tie and leaves his top couple of buttons undone which opens up to his thick salt and pepper hairy chest. He keeps his rugged silver beard maintained, cropping his sharp jaw line, but doesn’t over groom it to the point it looks to show pony, and his salt and pepper hair neatly cut with a slight combover. Daddy Steve on the other hand is 52 years old and he is always on the go. At home he would always be pace a hall on his phone conducting business or closing a sale, but he still always finds time to help me with my homework or have a general catch up about my day. He too is quite a masculine man. Not the big unit like Daddy John, but still fit a fuck. He looked a little like Frank Grillo. He works like every morning to maintain his shredded body and only wears tailored made suits. But when he has the chance, he likes to show off his assets. Always in his speedos taking a dip in the indoor pool. His washed board abs are coated in a fine coat of hair that tails up to his chest. He is so chiselled, the hair on his chest thickens around the top of his abs up through the middle of his pecs then spreads out right up to the top of his neck line. Grey hair is starting to show in his hair, like Daddy John and even though he does not say anything, I think he is worrying that he is getting old. My name is Scott. I am 18 years old and like any other boy my age, I do all the teenage things. I go to school, play football, hang out with my mates when my Daddy’s allow me to, smoke joints, go off to parties. But something just did not feel right. I never quite felt like it was my scene, my life. I was floating through it waiting for something. But I just did not know what. But all this changed a few weeks after I turned 18. You see, I never really thought about Daddy John and Daddy Steve having sex until I accidently stumbled across them doing exactly that. They did not know I came home early from football practice one Wednesday night, I walked into the kitchen and that’s when I saw it. Daddy John had one of his massive hairy hands wrapped around the back of Daddy Steve’s neck, his other on Daddy Steve’s waste while furiously fucking Daddy Steve in his ass. Daddy Steve looked like he was in pain, struggling with the invasion. ‘Take daddy’s cock you fucking faggot.’ Daddy John grunted at Daddy Steve and worked up flehm and spat it on Daddy Steve’s back. Daddy Steve panted and moaned as Daddy John just fucked away. ‘Yeah, That’s it pig. Take that raw cock.’ Daddy John continued. Something inside me switched. I don’t not know what happened. I never considered myself as a gay. I never thought of myself as anything. But watching my Daddy’s fuck sparked something in me and I felt myself harden in my football shorts. Daddy Steve’s eyes were watery. He look like he was going to cry. For a moment I felt sorry for him because he seemed in pain, but then I saw his hard cock swinging back and forth from Daddy Johns thrusts. I have seen his cock before when I was younger, but I had never seen it like this. it had to be at least 10inches and as thick as a Rexona spray can. His balls sat nice a tight below his cock and I could tell that he manscapes by the shape of his pubic area. ‘You ready for it faggot?!’ Daddy John grunted. And before Daddy Steve could reply, Daddy John did one last hard slam into Daddy Steve’s ass and moaned out loud. It scared the shit out of me for how loud he moaned. It was like a lion roaring. ‘Take that load you fucking whore!’ Daddy Steve moaned as well. But it was more like a painful moan than a joyful one. This went on for what seemed like ages and then Daddy John spat on Daddy Steve again and pull his cock out. I watched as a stream of cum squirted out of Daddy Steve’s hole. It was like his hole could not hold onto all that cum. And I was jaw dropped when I saw Daddy John’s cock. I thought Daddy Steve was big, but Daddy John took the crown. From what I could tell it was at least 12.5inches long and easily as thick as the largest part of my forearm. It glistened from all the slick juices from Daddy Steve’s arse which highlighted the still pulsing thick veins webby down Daddy John’s shaft. Oh and his knob was like a firm purplish helmet an inch thicker than the shaft. He then pushed Daddy Steve to his knees ‘Clean up that mess you made, pig.’ And shoved his cock down Daddy Steve’s throat. I watch as Daddy Steve’s blood shot eyes bulged out his head as he choked on it. Daddy John did not care one bit that Daddy Steve was gasping for air. He just kept pumping hard down daddy Steve’s through. It must have been too much for Daddy Steve because his gag reflex gave in and coughed up mucus all over Daddy John’s shaft, matting Daddy John’s pubs. This was too much for me. I quickly raced up stairs before they saw me and hopped in the shower. I was both aroused and scared of what I just saw. The way Daddy John treated Daddy Steve was wrong. It was degrading and unrespectful, but it was so hot and arousing at the same time. My cock deceived me and it was rock hard again. I pulled myself off and blew the biggest load all over the glass shower door. To be continued
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I was in an abusive relationship, just not with my partner. Does that sound odd? I guess it does, and it was not a healthy relationship. It also led to my becoming positive and my partner as well. Where do I start? I was in my mid 20’s and had been with my partner Luke for more than 5 years. (He was 18 years older than I.) I had always been attracted to masculine older men and I was pretty mature for my age. I wasn’t in a monogamous relationship per se, but the rules were pretty clear—no fucking without a rubber, no sex with guys we knew, be discreet and so on. Mostly I liked to watch guys beat off at a local bookstore and occasionally suck some dick, although I didn’t suck off guys. Then I met David. David was mid 40’s, swarthy, cocky, hairy and had a blunt thick dick. I met him at the bookstore and after cruising each other, he got me in a larger booth. I didn’t usually do that—I preferred glory holes as they gave me more control. David seemed to get me to do things I wasn’t comfortable with from the beginning. He pushed me to my knees and unzipped before commanding me to suck his big dick. I’ll admit I was excited as it was a big one and I kind of got off on his dominate attitude, but he wouldn’t let me get up from my knees. Indeed, I never stopped sucking until he had me swallow every drop of his load. I coughed and gagged a bit as it was a big load and he just rammed it down my throat despite my request that I not go that far. He said I was trainable and I should call him—he gave me his private number. I told him I was in a relationship and he just smirked and said I was now in a different type of one and he expected me to call. I didn’t call for several weeks. I wasn’t going to except I came across his number in my jacket and I was horny…I figured a little phone sex wouldn’t hurt. Well, we talked and he told me he wanted a boy he could use on a regular basis. I whacked off to our talk and played along with what he suggested saying that was secretly what I wanted as well. I said I’d call sometime soon to set something up and didn’t think anything more about it. I was sure surprised when David called me at home a few days later saying I better set our first play session up soon or he would have to talk to my partner about things. Shit! David had caller ID—something that was relatively new at the time. Against my better judgment, I set up a mid afternoon session at his work the next day. David worked for a large family business that managed a huge apartment complex in a nearby suburb. This meant he always had an unoccupied apartment for his use and a small gym near his office. I tried to set limits from the beginning, but he just moved them around or ignored them. By the end of our first session it was clear he wanted to use me regularly: that his seed was never “wasted” and his word was to be obeyed. Even though it was more than I wanted to do, I ate his hairy ass that first session, massaged him and sucked him off. Session by session David drove me down. He mixed demands with praise, and was not above threatening blackmail if I disobeyed. In fact, he photocopied my driver’s license while I waited naked for him in the gym sauna. (I had placed my clothes and wallet in a locker at his command over the phone and his lock was ajar and ready to secure it) I didn’t know that until a bit later when he started fucking me with just spit for lube. It started with condoms, but after a short while he started demanding it raw. Hell, I had been seeing him for less than 2 months a few times a week and he wanted to start to fuck me raw! He had paperwork to show he was negative, but I was very leery of crossing this line. He said I didn’t have to, but if I said no, I would be punished. I got my first bare ass spanking that day and was sobbing by the time he was done. I heard a click and heard him chuckle as he took a photo of my cheery red ass. I started to complain and he just spanked me harder and said my face wasn’t showing, bitch! David constantly drove the level of servitude up. I called at set times, set up an appointment and did as he told. It wasn’t that the sex wasn’t hot, but I wasn’t into being a slave and that was what he wanted. Sometimes he left a key to an apartment under a particular rock in his apartment complex and I would go to that apartment and get naked and wait for his arrival—frequently waiting longer that I wanted to. Then he added a blindfold to the routine and later earplugs so I couldn’t hear him come in. We were now at the 3+ month point when he announced that I was going to take his cum up my ass that day. (I was expected to be “prepared” to get fucked every time we met up.) He threw a folder down at me and in it was my photocopied driver’s license, photos he had taken of me when my ears were plugged and eyes blindfolded. Did my partner want to see these, David asked? I was speechless! He told me to lie on a weightlifting bench on my stomach. (The locker room was closed for “cleaning”.) I was crying as he spit on my ass and took me raw. It was rough and essentially rape, but I took it as there wasn’t another alternative. He wouldn’t cum without me begging for it and I think he totally got off breaking my safe sex vow between my partner and I. Step by step my limits were dashed—swallowing cum on command, taking cum up my ass and now he said it was time to start swallowing his piss. I had never done that for anyone, but with his spanking as motivation, I was now trained at doing that. You may wonder what this was doing for my love life at home? Well, Luke usually instigated sex and I always did my best to please him. Nevertheless, there was a growing wall between us due to self-esteem issues from my “training”. Luke LOVED his ass eaten deeply and for long periods of time. It was our foreplay almost every time we had sex. I had confessed my routine to David and he wanted to bring Luke down with me, I guess. After a month of taking David’s loads up my ass, he said it was time for my “pussy boyfriend” to take David’s load up his ass, too! I was dumbfounded! Luke was a top, and shy of drugging him, how the hell was David going to cum up Luke’s ass?? David was nothing if not inventive. He told me to push his cum out of my ass into my hand each night he bred me, then lick up his spooge and tongue fuck it into Luke. If I did this, he would let me cum with Luke, otherwise I would have to abstain from cumming except when David allowed it. As wrong as this was, I loved eating Luke’s firm hairy ass and I could usually open his ass pretty deep with my tongue. I would spread his ass and clamp my mouth to his ass when it was relaxed and open and push David’s cum in his ass with a combination of spitting and tonguing it in. It really turned David on to hear about this and I got lots of praise for marking my partner’s pussy with David’s virile seed. I’ll admit it, I got off on this despite it being nasty and taboo—maybe I liked it because it was so wrong. Maybe I was just at a point in my life where I was broken down. The biggest demand from David was now that he wanted to mark me as his property. He would pay to tattoo his initials on me somewhere it couldn’t be seen…around my ring finger under the ring Luke had given me, in my hairline somewhere, under a toe, etc. I drew the line at this. I told David I had already given him my servitude, but as he wasn’t supporting my financially in any way, he didn’t own me that way. David said he wanted to mark me as his and would put his thinking cap on for other alternatives. I guess at the 6 month point he got inspired. The next time I saw David he wasn’t alone. His good friend Barry was there with a boy and David said he wanted to have sex with me as Barry did his boy. David kept asking me what I thought of his buddy and wasn’t he hot. Well, Barry was hot! There was some quality about him beyond his physical charms that really called to me. I admitted my attraction for Barry to David and rather than being jealous, David seemed really pleased. “I think Barry should spend some quality time with us” was David’s comment. I wasn’t surprised to see Barry at our next session. He was also alone. I serviced David while Barry watched and encouraged me. I really liked Barry’s voice, hot body and open face. There really was something about Barry that I wanted. I asked David if I could suck Barry and he said you’ll be doing more than that soon! Barry ended up jacking off while French kissing me and David marked my ass with his big load. I wished it was Barry who had bred me. Barry was at the next session, but not before David had a little chat with me. “I have decided to give up tattooing you as a means of showing ownership.” David announced. “What I want instead is for you to give yourself to my buddy as a way of showing your obedience to me. I want Barry to mark you as I have and expect you to show him the same respect by asking for him to mark you and claim your ass.” I didn’t say anything so David grabbed my head and looked me in the eyes. “Will you do this for me, boy? Will you let another man breed you so I will know that you are willing to put my desires ahead of your limits?” I stared in David’s hard eyes and said nothing. “Do you need motivation?” David asked. I thought about how hard he would spank me this time and just shook my head no. “Will you do this for me, boy? Will you let Barry mark you because I have told you that I want it?” I simply shook my head yes and David cooed “good boy!” I was naked when Barry arrived. David seemed happier than I had ever seen him. He instructed me to start at Barry’s toes and worship his body. I’ll admit that I didn’t need much coaching. Barry touched me constantly and stared in my eyes with approval. His nods showed satisfaction and I wanted nothing more than to please him. Barry was David’s age, had a masculine barrel chest and slight beer gut with muscle underneath. He was hairy, balding, with soft brown eyes that seemed to look right through me. I guess I’d say he was my physical ideal and while he was totally masculine and in charge, I did not feel belittled or lessened by servicing him. I felt validated and complete. Truth be known, Barry was a daddy, not a master and that was what I wanted more than anything in the world. Barry softly moaned as I took his thick dick in my mouth. It was a bit of a struggle taking him to the root as he was a generous 8” long at least. He leaked precum like a sieve and it was crystal clear and sweet. I loved licking his nuts and watch a small string of pearl-like string of his precum fall from his piss slit. Barry moaned when I stuck my tongue out to capture his essence and smiled at me. I found myself melting. I didn’t pay attention to David photographing my session with Barry. When Barry kissed me I knew that I wasn’t going to back down. While David wanted me to do this to show my obedience to him, I was going to do this because Barry was what I wanted. After a blissful hour of pleasuring Barry and receiving the feedback that a boy but not a slave needs, I didn’t mind David saying it was time. David marked me first by pounding a load into me while I got my throat reamed by Barry. “Tell Barry what you want as a sign of your servitude to me” demanded David. I looked Barry in the eyes and said: “Barry, I want you to mark my ass with your seed as a means of me showing that David has ownership and control of me. David wants me to take your breeding and I want it, too.” David asked Barry if he was satisfied and I saw a troubled look cross Barry’s face, then he nodded. Maybe Barry didn’t want me, or didn’t want to do this because of David’s wishes. I was confused so I just looked down, Barry walked me away to another room, surrounded me in a bear hug and whispered if I really wanted to do this for David. I whispered that I did, then I told him that I really wanted this for myself, that he was the man I wanted and I hoped he would do me the honor of marking me as his own because I wasn’t doing this for David anymore. I guess Barry could see the sincerity in my eyes because he just stared in my eyes and then nodded yes. If you really want to be bound to me this way and you give me your consent, I’ll mark your ass as mine and you will belong to me, not David. Tears filled my eyes as I hugged him as tight as I could and thanked him for his understanding. My breeding was so unlike any David had given me. Although I was well lubricated with David’s seed, this fuck was about Barry and me. David wanted me on my back so he could look in my eyes and kiss me. It felt like being cherished instead of being used. My dick was rock hard and dripping as Barry slide inside me. He fucked me masterfully, but also with real passion. I wasn’t being used; I was becoming part of Barry. I never heard the camera clicking and David’s words to Barry to breed my ass and so on were just background noise. Sweat was dripping upon me from Barry and he asked me again and again if I wanted this. My pleading seemed to ignite something inside him. His fucking was now rutting and I mewled and begged him to give it to me. “I can’t stop it now, boy! I am breeding you and making you mine!” I cried out as I convulsed in an orgasm to beat all orgasms with my hands holding on to Barry in a death grip. My ass squeezed with my ejaculation and Barry’ rammed in as deep as he could go at that point and planted his seed deep in me. I swear time stood still for a moment and I held Barry against me tight and thanked him over and over again as I rubbed his sweat-slick back and kissed him a hundred times.. After Barry left, David said he was proud of me and thanked me for doing that for me. I never said who I had done it for and I was afraid he would know so I just looked down as usual. David said nothing has changed from your assigned protocol—I want you to seed your boyfriend’s pussy with both of our loads. I nodded. David was hard again as he told me how hot it was to see me get nailed by Barry and take his seed. He jacked off in my mouth as he said that we were going to need to play with Barry again and soon so David could know that I was forever marked as his. I just thought whatever, I was going to take Barry again to satisfy me and I was thinking about Barry as David made me drink his cum. I didn’t feel bad with Barry in my head. Barry was a frequent guest in our playtime and each time only seemed to strengthen our connection. Each evening after taking David’s load first and then Barry’s, I got as much of their seed into my partner as I could. At about my 9th month with David I called to say I wasn’t feeling good and to my surprise, David gave me time off from seeing him. He asked questions about how I was feeling and it wasn’t exactly concern I was hearing in his voice. I couldn’t put a finger on it, but he seemed pleased, almost. David was never a sensitive sort so I ignored it. I was sicker than a dog for a week After a few weeks I returned to servicing David and to my disappointment, Barry wasn’t there. I asked David in a way that I hoped wouldn’t get me punished, but David said that Barry had done his job and he didn’t need his services anymore to mark me. I asked David what he meant by Barry ‘doing his job’ and David just smirked. “I think it is pretty obvious” stated David. I just stared at David with an obviously confused look so he continued. “I told you I wanted you marked as my property. You refused my reasonable request to create a subtle tattoo so I had to think outside the box. I wanted you permanently marked and if I couldn’t do it externally, I thought I should do it internally.” I still wasn’t following. David explained “I love marking your ass with my seed, but as often as I do it, I know my seed is pushed out of your body quickly enough. My buddy Barry has seed that can bond with you and remain a part of you forever. I made sure you had his seed often until I know that it took,” A chill went down my back and I felt sick to my stomach. “Barry is poz???” I asked. “He sure is!” David boasted. I started to cry and David said I was now permanently marked as his and he would use me as long as he wanted. I sobbed that he wouldn’t get away with this, but David just played a cassette tape of me asking to be bred by David. He had also discreetly set up a video cam and it sure looked like I wanted to get pozzed by Barry. I had been played perfectly by David and I hung my head in shame. I hit rock bottom when my partner Luke got “the flu” shortly afterwards. At David’s command I had willingly seeded his ass numerous times with Barry’s toxic cum. I didn’t know what to do when luck brought Barry to me. I was at an AIDS fundraiser at the Eagle and there was Barry in leather never looking better. I felt tears well up and I sniffled if I could have a word with him in private. I told Barry what had happened and asked if he was a part of David’s deception. The strong gentleness I had always known from Barry melted away leaving a pissed off man in his place. He swore he only did what he did because I wanted it. He gave me his number and asked me to call him next week. He also kissed and hugged me and promised he would handle this for me—whatever that meant. A week later I met Barry at his house. He had a box with all the blackmail items and a large settlement from the apartment complex that David ran for both Luke and I. He also said David had been suitably punished. I asked how and Barry said he had beat the shit out of David for starters. Luke forgave me for falling into David’s web and I got permission to be Barry’s boy. It turned out that Luke liked Barry and respected him for stepping forth to make amends. I have been in a three way relationship ever since and we are all a family and we all share Barry’s DNA within us. 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Load number 3 in my tight cunt. The strong, hairy beast on top of me roared as his grip on my ankles tightened and he added his seed to the sperm cocktail churning around inside me. He smelled like sweat and cigarettes. Combined with the smell of piss in the gas station bathroom and chemicals in my throat, it made my head spin. He rolled up a ball of spit behind his crooked teeth and shot it at my face. It was thick and a little bubbly, like his cum. His cock inside me felt natural, like it was filling up an empty hole inside me. “Good slut!” he exclaimed, satisfied. I moaned as he slipped his cock out and I suddenly felt incomplete. He jammed two fingers into me roughly. Some of the cum leaked out of my ass and dribbled down my legs. I put on my g-string and denim cutoffs. He put ten bucks into my back pocket and kissed me. Some wads of his own spit got caught on his mustache. I normally didn’t ask for payment outside of work; hell, sometimes I would pay to get my ass creamed. But I was low on drugs, and it turns some guys on to shell out a few bucks afterwards. It reminds them of how little I’m worth. He hopped in his car, and I got back on the street, struggling to keep the loads in my ass. Almost 1AM, and the roads were empty. Everything was dark except for the street light and the neon lights at the sports bar the block down. Properly lubed up and feeling piggy, I could finally go to work. A little buzzed from my booty bump earlier that day still, every few steps felt like one, and keeping track of time was difficult. Every sound made me jump. The hot, stickiness grinding between my asscheeks and slowly trickling down my legs made the walk better. I’m 20, 5’9”, Asian, perfectly smooth, waxed all over my entire body, and fit. A lot of guys liked that. Some people told me touching me was like feeling a girl, but my pussy is tighter, and I’m sloppier, hungrier, trashier, and longer-lasting than any girl they’ve fucked before. I arrived at the basement club. Barry, the guy at the desk, knows me by now. The only reason he lets me do what I do here is because sometimes I let him fuck me. Over the course of my career, he’s pumped me with enough sperm to fill my body. “The boys are downstairs at the back of the maze,” he said. “Don’t cause any trouble, fuckin’ tweaker. Don’t want you to pass out again – I’m not taking care of you next time.” I don’t remember what life was like before I was a trashy slut anymore. No... I was always one. This is who I am. I was born and destined for this life. The maze was dark, but plenty of dicks and dirty words graffitied onto the walls stopped you from running into them. Besides, I knew where to go. I walked into the sling room. A white, flickering light swung from the ceiling, creaking as it rocked back and forth. Fourteen guys stood there, either in leather chaps and harnesses or dressed normally and rubbing their bulges through their jeans. Some of them were handsome, some of them were trolls. All of them were at least 35. Bags of white crystals, pipes, and points were being passed around the room. One of the guys was packing a giant three-foot bong with weed. Backwards hat, basketball shorts, chiseled body. He was one of the younger ones. They greeted me warmly and handed me a bottle of coke, which I assumed was spiked with GHB. I took two large gulps. Maybe it was placebo effect, but I immediately felt the room turn floaty and my body felt hot. “Yo Ricky, you sure we can fuck this kid raw?” one guy said. His voice was booming. He was wearing a ski mask and was a tall, broad-shouldered and broad-chested man. He had a gut, but you could tell he was strong and could snap me in half easily with his titanic arms. The bulge through his jeans ran down his thigh. “Hell, I think I’d break him apart. He’ll be feeling my dick in his throat when I fuck that little pussy.” “Then break him apart, John. What, ya worried about the kid? You like him or somethin’?” Ricky said. The masked man squints at me through his eyeholes, grabs my chin, and runs his tongue up my neck, over my jaw, and up my cheek. My face was still sticky from being spit on by the guy in the gas station bathroom. His other hand slides down my back and tailbone until his middle finder rubs my g-string right over my ass. The strap is now sticky, warm, and soaked with the cum oozing out of my hole. I moan as I feel his breath against my face, like a wolf about to eat his prey. “Nah,” he snarled. “I don’t feel nuthin’ for him. Hey boy. I’m gonna shred your lil’ pink cunt, and then I’m gonna knock you up with my lil’ babies.” The other men laughed. My chest fluttered. My ass had been loosened up by the past few fucks that night, but a gangbang will wreck your hole enough. I was already nervous, but his dick looked like a python. Ricky was my pimp, boss, and master. He’s Italian, tall, strong, hairy, and had dark features. He perpetually smelled of cigarettes. He’s not associated with the mob, and he doesn’t kill people... with guns anyway. Ricky’s a businessman who sells bodies, but he has his moral standards. He doesn’t kidnap boys because he knows there are boys like myself who seek him out, who willingly become his whores... and that’s what keeps him passionate about his work. The jock handed me the bong, its giant piece packed full with what looked like a small shrub. He handed me the lighter. “Torch it, man. It’s gonna be a long night for you.” “Thanks,” I said, holding the carb and putting the fire to the weed. I sucked. One... Two... let the fire go. Three feet of glass instantly filled up with a thick white smoke. As the grass burned the smoke turned so thick it had a yellowish hue. Just as I released the carb, John shoved my head down, forcing my mouth over the hole. He held it there as I inhaled until I felt the smoke basically fuck my lungs. I choked, smoke flying out the sides and through my nostrils. “Yo, suck it you little bitch! If you can’t even take that, how are you gonna take fourteen cocks?” the jock yelled. It took me four full inhales to clear the smoke. Meanwhile, John slowly unbuttoned my cutoffs from behind. They fell to the floor around my boots. His hands floated up to my chest and he grabbed my small pecs as he nibbled my ear. I passed the bong to the next guy, but my head was already spinning wildly. I coughed for a full five minutes while the men offered me more of the coke and felt me up all over my body. I felt the blood vessels in my eyes instantly constrict. Everything was slow, I was so high I could barely utter a word or respond to what anyone else was saying or doing, and my skin felt hypersensitive. The men moved in on me. Countless dirty hands (some even with rings!) and tongues slobbered and violated me. A fat finger entered me. I was so high it felt like the first thing to enter my ass all night, an incredibly new and fresh feeling. I moaned, louder than I thought. It almost startled myself, I was practically yelping with pleasure, like a virgin getting his sweet spot gently tapped for the first time. I was drowning in men’s bodies. The high was so strong, their dirty talk was only a buzz in the distance. All I could really hear was the loud heartbeat in my ears and my own moans of ecstasy. “His ass is so warm and sticky already. How many guys did he let cum inside him?” “What a sloppy piece of trash. I can’t wait to get my turn at that cunt.” “I call dibs first.” “I’ll take his mouth then. Don’t waste the meat.” A few chuckles. Some guy was now eating my ass. His face was buried between my asscheeks, his tongue wriggling furiously against my hole. I could feel his unkempt beard rub all over my ass. I was euphoric. I love my job, I thought to myself. By becoming less than human at a young age, I’ve descended into a world of drugs, cock, cum, and service, and feeling my body being pleasured, knowing that these men wanted to pleasure their cocks using my holes, knowing I was nothing more than a sloppy cum rag to wipe their dicks with, a vessel for their cum... That fulfilled all of my inner desires. “More!” I screamed. “Cock... fuck me... breed me... use me!” I moaned incoherently as they touched me. “Aw yeah, the pig wants it. Oink, oink!” one of the men snickered. “Where’s the T? Someone put that slut in the sling and wrap a tourniquet around his arm.” “Man, if this kid’s parents could see him now.” More laughter, this time louder. Ricky watched in the corner, taking his turn at the bong. The man loved to indulge, but always stayed in control, making sure his money-maker didn’t get too out of line or refuse any of the men their pleasure. Continued in Part Two.
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It had to be done. He had to be done. We had chatted for ages, over a year, but the time was now. He was never closer than he was today. Barely 100 miles away, his pleas where as persistent as ever. He sent me his address and postcode. As I excitedly left the house, I stopped to pick up a few items which we would need. As I was driving along the M4 I was imagining what this boy-wolf was really like, and what his body would feel like against mine. What his ass would feel like around my cock. What his lips would feel like against mine. Would I be able to do it? Would I get there and fall in love with this half boy half animal creature? I had always said that, no matter what I felt for a boy, a job is a job. I thought I might struggle with this one as he was so very sweet with blond hair and a beautiful body. Thankfully I didn’t have to ponder long as my journey flew past. The time had come and it was now or never. I rang the bell and he buzzed me up. Upon opening the door to his flat I found him in the hallway awaiting me, naked and bent over – ready to accept what I, as his new Daddy, was going to give him. "Come on, Daddy. Get naked and breed my neg boy ass,” he offered as a greeting. Well, who was I to refuse? I never before undressed so quickly. He was still bent over, hands down by his ankles. It could not have been an easy position to maintain, but I wanted to survey the soon-to-be-damaged goods. I felt his perky nipples, covered in a light dusting of blond hair. I ran my fingers through his lovely head of blond hair. I sniffed his arm pits, noting he had, as directed, neither washed nor used deodorant. I inspected his boy cock, all shaven, as per my instructions. I licked under his foreskin finding his cock head decidedly cheesy, as specified. I was in heaven, and he was no less pleased as he moaned in approval. It was time to stop teasing him, and get on with the task. I stood up behind him; he could feel the cold steel of my big PA up against his ass cheek. I gobbed up a load of spit and rubbed it on my dick, and also put just a little bit on his arse. When I impaled him he had to know about it. I didn’t want it to be too easy for him. I was there for a reason, after all, a reason he sought. He wanted to be pozzed. He wanted to submit his body to the ravages of my bug. HIV, the disease they all try to avoid, yet he wanted it. And I was the chosen one. He had had poz cock in his neg ass before this occasion, but he had played safe. But this time he chose me to be his poz daddy. Who was I to argue? No-one understands the immense feeling you get as a poz top when you slide your cock raw into a neg bottom boy. And this one knew what he was getting. Admittedly, sometimes it is eve more fun when the bottom does not know, and, when shooting a toxic load into such a bottom, I inwardly chuckle to myself thinking of the bottom "You have no idea what’s just happened to you. You have no idea of the damage I’ve just done to you – but you will wonder for the rest of your life, ‘who pozzed me?’. Yes, you will remember me for a very long time.” This boy, however, had sought my special gift for a very long time, and would certainly remember how I, in having my way with his ass, had changed the course of his life. Even more clear, when I had done the evil deed, I was taking him to be tattooed. We had the design ready, all we needed was the result. The poz result. HIV+. The big bad love bug. I slammed by raw cock deep into him. He almost lost his footing, it certainly took his breath away. Right in to the balls. I could sense his heart beating fast, and also feel his ass clamp down on my dick. Yeah, he knew what he wanted, and I would make sure this time he was going to get it, by fair means or foul, depending on one’s perspective. Neither of us was going to last long at this rate. I slammed my toxic dick deep in and out, my balls truly banging his ass. I was going to give this bottom his first unrubbered poz load, which iswhat I did in shooting a bigger load into his hole than I ever recall having shot into any other bottom. I fucking thought I might lose consciousness as a consequence of the orgasm. It was that hard. Without touching his dick he came at the same time, of course blowing his load all over the floor. I held his ass cheeks together as I pulled out, wanting to keep my toxic seed in the boy’s neg ass. Turns out, my dick was covered in his blood. I had obviously done some damage. I presented myself for him to clean. Initially he baulked, but a swift knee to the gut told him that was an error. He licked my cock, and on the first go-around his tongue was covered in shit and blood. That was more like it. I told him he could go and lay on the bed, that I would be in shortly. I retrieved a little something from my shirt pocket, went into the bathroom, locked the door and sat on the commode. Using a hand towel, I tied off my arm and took out the insulin syringe I had carried into the bathroom. I found the vein as they do at the clinic, and pulled out 50ml of blood. Good healthy toxic blood. I pulled the needle out, capped the tip, wiping my arm with some toilet roll. Then I went out to find him. He wasn’t expecting this so I told him to close his eyes, explaining I had a surprise for him. He lay on the bed, looking so sweet, eyes closed and in a post-fucked euphoria. I remarked he looked cute, but he was to keep his eyes shut. Boy, was he gonna get it. Uncapping the needle I walked over to him, picked up his hand and played with it, syringe in my mouth. I felt-up his arm and found his vein. BINGO! I took the syringe in my right hand and slid it straight in. Yeah, he jumped but it was too late. He opened his eyes and had a look of horror on his face. There in his arm was a needle full of toxic blood and he knew it. There was no turning back. He asked me why, I told him it was the best way. He looked at me and grinned and said “I’m glad, can I do the honours?” I replied "Feel free, press the plunger and change your life forever.” He looked at me, and, placing his fingers on mine, we jointly pushed down the plunger on the syringe. Soon enough, all my toxic blood was in him. There was no doubt. He was now my bugboi. Time to book the tattooist.
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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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It is now 3:30 am, and I am sitting here with naked, spent, and full of Cum. Yesterday I met this Twink on Gay.Com—a real Cutie, 20 years old, nice 7" Cock, blonde, smooth. He just left. We'd been bantering back and forth on the Net all day. He said he’d love to “fuck the hell outta me,” and I dared him to. He didn't have any rubbers, nor did I. Actually he “preferred It Bareback.” “Feels so much better. You mind?” “Hell, No!” I typed. “Are you clean?” “Yeah,” I keyed back. When we met, I was blown away. His Pic didn't do him justice. When I tried to get his clothes off, he pushed me to the carpet, which I’d fortified with pillows for a good old fashioned Floor-Fuck. As he stripped, I got my first look at his gorgeous body and his oozing Cock. He sat down on the couch, and I went to work on his Pole. When I got him moaning, he turned me around and began prepping my Pussy. He teased me with his Cock for what seemed like ages, despite my best efforts to impale myself. Finally, he jammed his Shaft deep in my ManCunt. He fucked me on my knees for a while. Then I felt his rhythm change, and knew I was taking Load #1. He pulled out, and again began eating my Pussy, gently nibbling on It. Then he shoved his rock hard Cock back in and fucked me again. He alternated between fucking and rimming, then flipped me on my back and shoved It in again. He fucked me harder than I’d been in years, like he had personally committed to tearing me up. As he climaxed, he whispered, “Like my Cum up your Ass, do you? Well, here's second POZ Load to go with the first." I went through the roof as my Cum sprayed on my chest; and he collapsed on the pillows, totally spent. Piggy that I am, I went straight for his Rod, and cleaned the remaining Cum and Ass Juices off his Shaft As he got dressed, he vowed to fuck me again. “Anytime,” I responded, and thanked him for the Fantastic Bug Fuck . If I take more of his Jism, hopefully I’ll partake of His Gift. http://fuckworker.blogspot.com/2012/04/poz-online-twink-charges-up-neg-daddys.html -
Hey Sirs, I will be in Berlin Sun, aug 31 to sept 3. Will be staying at Quentin Design Hotel Berlin. Please message me and tell me where to go . I want to be used and filled by hung tops, and would like to be slutted out, party , and have a hot wild time. Love to have a dom top take control and whore me out .
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Normally I prefer to find a twisted cum whore or two and squirt out a couple loads before going all flipity-flopity, but a sweet uncut cock was pushing to get into me the second I stepped into the dark room at Club Z, so I took it. Hole hunting at the bath’s is kinda much more fun with someone else’s warm spunk working its way around inside me. Eventually I ended up dumping two nuts into this guy laying face down on his bed. Three sperm filled rubbers waited on the mattress and the floor, so I figured he’d been there awhile. Slipping two fingers up in his shaved hole, I could feel that he wasn’t a “Condom’s only” kind of guy, so after feasting a little on his warm creamy filling, I pushed my pig-poker into his guts, and tried to hold back as I massaged the slime of a dozen other guys into his ass lining. It didn’t take long before my knees buckled and I added my sauce to his soupy twat. Looking at the crowd that had gathered to watch the show, I figure both of us were being pretty noisy. When I saw Mr. Sweet and Uncut lining up behind me, to be the next one in the dude beneath me, I made the little pillow biter get on his knees, so I could slip in underneath him and watch the show up close up. He wore a jock, so I didn’t bother with his dick, although he went nuts cleaning his butt juice off mine. Instead, I focused the meat that had just been up inside me. The idea that my ass juice was still under his foreskin while he buggered the bastard above me, kept my dick nice and hard, and the amount of ass to mouth action I was getting didn’t hurt either. My breeder pulled gobs of cock snot out with each pump, and occasionally, he would drop his dick into my mouth so I could clean it off. After he added his biological distinctiveness to the butt butter I’d been sucking out, I flipped our fuck objet over, cut in line and decorated the bottom boy’s bowels with my second load of the night. With both nuts drained and my ass feeling sticky, I made it back to my room where an empty sling waited. My legs were not up in the air for more than a minute before Tweeker Tommy looked in. I had a double headed dildo in one hand and I had just started fingering my spunky hole, tasting just a few drops of the salty goo I’d be storing in my gut for 20 minutes. “Do you wanna fuck?” “That’s why I’m here.” “Do I need a rubber?” “Do you really want a rubber?” “No.” “That’s what I like to here.” He was younger than I usually liked, too skinny and smooth, but he made the effort of chaps and boots, and his thick dick was stunning. He didn’t take much time to prep me before he started pushing the veiny monster into me. Good thing I was pre-lubed. He was chewing a lot when he wasn’t talking, and he was talking a lot. Fortunately it was hot. He wanted to tie me up and pimp me out for a weekend before taking me out to his father’s farm to be gang banged by large domesticated beasts. He had a very vivid, and verbal imagination. But after 20 minutes, it was obvious that he wasn’t building towards anything. Although his long dick stayed hard, the other chemicals in his system where keeping him from juicing me. Soon, he started telling me how much he wanted to be tied up and pimped out for a weekend, tortured and tormented, before being take out to his family farm to be bred in a dozen sick and disgusting ways. I had to stop him. I was there to get some goop, and a line had formed listening to his filthy monolog. I told him to grab a Gator-aid from my bag and come back when he needed to pee. Three fuckers that followed him made up for lost time. Tweeker Timmy would look in the room as he passed, and after three peeks, while I took a break to marinade, feeling four loads basting inside me, I asked him if he wanted another drink. He came in, touched the toys on the side table, mumbled, got a drink and mumbled some more. His massive meat was gone, and it was replaced with a swollen baby penis, rubbed raw by three hours of constant friction. As he left, I reminded him to come back when he wanted to piss. (Although at that point, I imaged that his urine would be pretty damn sharp.) After TopPigBB spent a half an hour sucking on my hole, stretching it, pulling it open with his fingers, slurping up as much of my spunky gut juice as his nose and tongue would reach. He stood up, pushed in and started pounding. Pulverizing my prostate, he grunted and replaced the sperm he’d ingested, squirting two thick, ropey loads into my innards, over the course of 10 minutes. Grabbing a towel, I headed for the shower, but I smelled too good, so I thought I would take one last walk around the floor, seeing if there a good hiding place for the last load brewing in my balls. And there was Tweeker Timmy, dancing in line, waiting to use the toilet. “Gotta Piss?” “Really Bad” “Come on. Follow me”. “You pee shy?” I asked as I shut the door. “No.” “Good. Your tool felt real good earlier” He seemed to recognize me for a second, before he looked to the mess he was trying to beat. “Sorry man...It’s dead.” “That doesn’t matter to me.” I handed him another sports drink. Half way through, he remembered he need to piss. “Come here” I said, and guided him to the sling. Before he could wander off, I hopped up and positioned him at my hole. “I’m just going to hold this open and all you need to do is rest the head inside....” which, amazingly enough, he managed to do. Squeezing down gentey on his wounded dong, I wanted to form a seal without cutting of flow. “Did you get fucked tonight ?” I asked him. “Too much.” “No such thing” And then it hit me. He had started urinating in my bruised and inseminated rectum. He was hot. The speed had given him a fever, and his piss entered my body at a temperature four degrees warmer than my own. It Burned. It burned really good, but suddenly I couldn’t catch my breath. Breathing in through my nose, my heart exploded and I was having a Major Tom Lift Off moment. “Have you pissed at all tonight?” I kind of whispered as the air rushed out of my lugs. “No. I had to go for a long time but I kept forgetting. God your ass feels good..... your piss-hole...you dirty fucking human urinal.” I could barley hear his sweet talk as the taste of sharp undiluted urine exploded in my mouth and nose, the fire in my bloodstream spreading past my ears, igniting my scalp. He kept talking and emptying his bladder, but the latter was all I focused on. He wasn’t pulsing it our typing to making it last. He pissed as hard as he could, and my battered bowels twisted as I tried to keep up. He sighed and I cut him off. Before he could even free his corona from my grip, I Hoped out of the sling, solid on the ground like a monster fucker beside him, sending his battered little penis spraying the last of his twisted waste over my balls and jock strap. He looked stunned, but that was what I wanted. I grabbed him be the back of the neck and threw him down on the mattress in the corner. “How many people Fucked your little cunt?” I demanded. “I don’t know...” “WHAT!?!” “I didn’t count.... “YOU What?” “I didn’t.... pay attention....” “What kind of fucked up, third rate, spunk-junkie are you ?” He stammered, and my gut roared. Standing up had been too much. The hot piss enema was rushing out of my bowels and back into my colon, where the fire had first started and, suddenly, reignited. “Get me a that fucking gator aid bottle you left on the fucking floor you...” “Sorry, sorry, should I get a full one from you bag.....?” “I’ll tell you what the fuck yur supposed to do. Give it to me....” I ripped off the label. “Get over here and hold that under my ass” I said, squatting down next to him, and then I asked, “What kind of pig are you?” “A filthy piggy” he offered immediately. “Good boy. That’s what daddy likes to hear.” Even though I hated to do it, I couldn’t keep his sour sauce in my belly any longer, and squatting down, I began filling the jug with the roar of second hand chemical piss rushing out, in hope of being consumed again. And poor little filthy tweeker pig.... he didn’t know he was going to be the next one to consume it. Down on his belly, dry humping cold concrete, he said “God that looks beautiful. You got an amazing looking hole, dude...” “Not Dude... Dad...Call me Daddy”, kicking him again, bringing him back to the role he’d be playing for the next 10 to 20 hours. ...Fuck, I would need to renew my room, and cancel my daylight appointments.... at some point. “Get your little sperm-bank up in the sling, and daddy’s gonna count how many wads your sweet twat has already gobbled up. But first, I’m going to have to tie you up.” With just a few ounces of chemically saturated liquid, this little fucker had ruined my plans for a very productive weekend, and I was going to make him pay. 12 inches of an 18 inch double-header pushed up inside his goopy gut only seconds after I’d secured his little hands to the chains behind his head. Yes, I should have sucked the hole first, but I wasn’t too rational at that point. Pounding his innards was my only goal. Pulling my smallest ass sound out of him like a dipstick, I could see and taste the guys who had been up inside him before me, or at least their biological business cards, some strands as thick and clumpy as gobs of chewing gum. Pushing the dildo back in him, I crammed their cum further up inside the sick little fuck-chute. Licking around his hole while the marital aid slipped in and out of him got to be too much for my swollen dick. Having sucked three loads with my own butt, my nuts were recharged, and soon I buried my shaft as deep into the boy’s belly as I could, without removing the other long pink probe. Double fucking him felt too good for words, feeling the slimy surrogate rubbing along side my veiny tool. Part of me want to wait for a human partner to DP his boy-twat, but I knew the speed would kill my dick any second, so I didn’t. His well reamed ring gripped dick and starting sucking. Rocking against me, his jet black pupils tried to focus, his deranged mind tried to figure out how I was violating both his colon and his bowels at the same time. His cum greedy cunt clamped and released, clamped and released, trying to pull my balls into his body. “Please Daddy,” he begged, “please breed my ass. I’ll be a good boy..... please Pappa... Wad and wad of ejaculate rushed from my body into his, while I worked the wand faster and deeper. How great it would have been to feel some other guy unload with his cock next to mine, but al that point, I could care less that the warm latex wasn’t so lifelike. Instead, I started pissing, filling him up with every ounce of urine inside me. My jacked up body trembled like I was have one long, slow endless orgasm, pumping ounce after ounce of urine into him. His sphincter tried to clamp down on my dick and the dildo, attempting to form a water tight seal, but I kept using the double header as I let loose. His body convulsed from the ongoing assault. Reaching for a butt-plug from the bedside, I told him not to loose a drop, which was damn near impossible considering how much I’d banged up his hole. Quickly, as I stuffed the fat kunt-stopper into position, I pulled the warm and wet rubber monster out of his cum-catcher, gave it a few licks before siding the slimy dildo as far up into my own gut as I could. I wouldn’t be using my own cum-club for another ten hours, but my burning insides didn’t care in the least. Even on his back, his belly bloated as the plug held my piss in place. Now I knew how I could get the other guys jizz out of him, but first, I though I would let him marinate for a few minutes as I reamed myself with the rubber beast. Getting all 18 inches in intestines made me realize it was time to switch to something longer and thicker. Cold latex took longer to push in than the gut-warmed toy I’d pulled out of the boy, so as I let my own weight do the work for me, I focused on the buffet before me. Using my thumb to keep the pug from popping out, I licked around the over-stretched asslips. My drug saturated brain wanted to rip the plug out and start draining him right away, but the tiny rational part of me knew his soup would taste nastier the longer he soaked. Instead, I took a few minuted to feast on his flaccid little cock and balls. I couldn’t help but rub my teeth along the shredded flesh, raw from the constant friction he’d applied since the crystal killed his cock, while he cried out and fought against the restraints. His formerly massive meat now fit easily inside my gob, along with his hairless little balls. Every few minutes I would spit them out and try to comfort him with words of encouragement, telling him what a good boy he was, and how proud I was of Daddy’s little urinal, but it didn’t help- his swollen guts and chapped pizzle hurt too much. He kept whimpering. Very soon now, I would need to gag him. But first.... the plug. “When I tell you, I want you to fart for Daddy, okay ?” “That’s fucking disgusting,” he whimpered, but he was just pointing out the obvious. Grabbing the warm jug off the floor, I saw we’d filled a third of it, with sharp yellow piss and a layer of clotted white mucus floating on top. Having done this sort of this before, I knew I’d get splashed a little, but I didn’t want to wash any more of it than I had too. In a split second, I yanked out the fat plug, and covered his aching anus with my mouth. He wouldn’t need any coaching as the warm, rancid enema rushed out of his belly and into mine. I tasted and teased the tiny tears in his sphincter. Whoever had been fucking him before me didn’t bother with lube. No way to tell what was urine and what was cum, but I held the jug under my chin to catch some of the overflow, as the rest of our shared waste washed down my beard and soaked through my tank top into my chest hair. Did I black out? Had I drowned and gone to heaven ? Time stopped as I gulped and gulped and gargled. Moaning in relief, his bound legs twitched as nature pulled the piss out of his anus and into my mouth, my nose, my throat and bottomless belly. My own urine tasted much mellower than his, but isn’t that always the case? Soon the flood slowed to a trickle, and I took a moment to slam the fat plug back in. He shrieked. It would take a few minutes for his bowels to realign and release the rest, so I checked out the fully filled bottle in my hand. Bound bitch or not, I had to thank him, so I stood and walked around to his head. Can you believe he didn’t want to kiss his daddy? It didn’t stop me from wrapping my soggy lips around his mouth cunt. He didn’t fight it and soon, he was trying to suck his slime from my tonsils. “Thirsty ?” I asked. He looked confused before seeing me lift the liter of our combined juices to my lips. “NO!” he protested, but I told him if he wasn’t a good boy I would just have to pour it up his nose. After filling my own mouth, I pressed my lips to his and let a slow stream spit into his hungry gullet. “Now that wasn’t so bad....” I said, before bringing our improvised urinal to his lips. “Don’t swallow,” I commanded, “just hold that sewage in your mouth for a few minutes.... Didn’t you call me a filthy fucking human toilet a few minutes ago? Try and say it again while holding on to the piss of two men and the cum-loads of another ten in you mouth.” Now, he was blissing out. Having crossed the line in to degradation, he embraced it, making me so proud of my boy. Placing my lips again his, I sucked our piss out of his mouth and spit it back in until bubbly white foam formed around our lips. Pouring the jug slowly, I watched him drink, wishing I had a baby bottle for him. “Goood toilet boy, I whispered, “Drink daddy’s douche water.” Before he could swallow any more, I took the bottle way from him and returned to face is ass. This time, I was much gentler as a removed the plug. Once he was completely drained, I knew I that would eventually need to get up and open the door in order to let the gang bang begin. But for a while, I was content to watch him fart out squirts of my salty yellow waste mixed with the gobs of cock snot that he had tried to hide from his papa. As his asshole inverted, showing off his shiny red colon, I lost myself, nursing on his dripping rosebud. Cuming soon: GUT RUSH Part 2- USED CONDOM SURPRISE
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“Need to extend your room?” Javier smiled at me. The hot little Latino had been working the counter at Club Z for about two years, and knew I was a frequent flyer. “Am I that predictable?” “I saw that blond tweeker pulling them in upstairs. I figured you’d probably hang around to see what comes out,” he grinned. “Last time you were here, we had a deal…. you still interested? 10 bucks a bag?” “You know it.” “I started collecting ‘em when you checked in….just in case.” He stepped into the laundry room and returned with a chrome dog dish, containing six knotted condoms, full of thick white cock snot and covered in stray pubic hairs and ass slime. They looked like massive albino banana slugs involved in a cluster fuck. “I only count five. That one’s used, but not really full.” “Tell ya what? You buy ‘em all, and I’ll fill the sixth one myself.” “Installation included in the 60?” I asked. “Hey Dave,” he yelled to someone in the back. “I’m taking 15.” As I followed him to his favorite storage closet, I handed him the lambskin rubber Psycho Mike had given when I left him upstairs with Tweeker Timmy. “Will you stuff this in there while you’re at it.” “Dios Mio! What kind of fucker filled that thing? It looks like there’s a cup of spunk in there.” “It’s all from one milking,” I told him. “Bullshit! I never met a guy who could shoot that much.” “He’s…. a…. more of a monster than a man,” I said with a smile. Before hitting the counter, I had stopped by Timmy’s locker and retrieved his stash from where he had hidden it in his sock. Out of courtesy for the kid, I’d split the bag in to two matching parcels, so he wouldn’t finish it all in one snort. There was a hell of a lot of Tina in the one zipped bag. “You want a line?” I offered my assistant. “Si papi!” I passed along a bump to my buddy and then poured about half the powder from the smaller bag into Mike’s monster condom, before retying it. “This one’s got to go in last. We’ll pop it once its inside,” I instructed. Locking the closet door, he dropped his shorts down around his tennis shoes before stepping out of them. Javier little brown dickhead was covered in skin, but I was much more interested in his sweet round bubble butt. Laying on my back on the grungy janitorial floor, I wiggled my ass up against the wall giving him full access to my fuck-hole as he squatted down on my face. He started fingering my slimy ass-ring as I began tonguing his butt. Lost in the smell of garlic, green chilies and buttjuice, time became meaningless. He poked and pulled on my pliable sphincter as I French kissed his tight little ring. The scumbags he’ couldn’t untie, he simply nipped of the tip with his teeth before massaging the leaking baggies into my guts. After spending so long sucking on Timmy’s dripping dilated cunt, the brown hair on my lips made a nice change. Getting my tongue up into his gooey mucus membrane took a little while. Sealing my lips around his tight hole, I sucked his pucker until it began to pout, then I’d push my taste buds deep into his colon, sodomizing him repeatedly with my mouth and nose. It wasn’t until his hairy little ring began to loosen and then clamp, loosen and clamp, that I realized he was beating off as I ate him out. Suddenly he groaned and shuddered, rubbing the whole weight of his body down on my gaping mouth and nose. Looking down at me between his legs, he held the freshly filled rubber with two fingers, and asked if it was full enough. He didn’t wait for a reply before pushing the warm fuck-sock inside my hungry crack. Finally he told me to open wide, as I felt him push the biggest bag into my butt. For just a split second I thought I felt his lips on my own asshole, as hit bit the reservoir off the last scumbag tucked up my butt. Suddenly, he gave may ass cheek a quick, sharp slap and said, “Tighten up, Esse! It’s a long climb up those stairs.” Even as he stood up to let me stand, I could feel my head begin to swim. Despite all the dildo pounding earlier on, my ass reacted to the chemicals leaking from the last torn condom he’d stuffed into me. I didn’t need to thank him, and I couldn’t if I tried as my language skills were giving away to wave after wave of pure, unadulterated lust. How long it took me to waddle up stairs with my ass clamped shut, I have no idea. My key opened the door and I was accosted by the smell, even before my eyes could adjust to the hazy light. My heart raced and my head spun from all of the chemical coursing through my brain, pounding in my blood, making it hard to focus on the bizarre tableau before me. Tweeker Timmy lay on his back wedged between Bear 1 and Bear 2 as they double fucked his little ass. Attached to his face was a piss gag with a funnel, and Psycho Mike sat above him on his rim stool, talking on his goddamn cell phone. Under the suspended toilet seat, Bear 2 held Timmy’s head in place below Master Mike's exposed ass, growling obscenities into the struggling kid’s ear. It took me a moment to realize that, although Bear 1 was plugged into the kid, instead of pounding the punk’s pucker, he too was chatting on another fucking phone. Between the stink and the fucking techno-culture, I almost turned around and walked out of the room. “It’s about fucking time,” Psycho Mike said, standing up and stepping over the boy and the bear, adding “The kid drank all six beers and now I’m a little fucked up, too,” he said rubbing his big, bloated belly. “Take the gag off,” I told Bear 2, who laid on his back, holding the kid on his belly. “I think the boy has earned his treat.” “Yeah that’s right, we’ll need the donkey and both of the horses,” Bear 1 said into his phone, “Sure, you can call Ted. Give us about two hours…. Hell yeah, you can video tape it….he wants to send a copy to his folks for father’s day…..Seriously, he asked us to…..sure, but if you sell, it we want a cut for providing the talent….” “How much longer will you be using It for?” Master Mike asked. “I don’t know….30 minu…Jesus Mother Fucking Christ!” That’s when I saw it. The kid’s disco dick was over and his monster had returned. Even with his ass turned up so that both the Bears could fit inside his ass, the skinny blonde’s tightly bound cock reached past his bellybutton. I knew it had been inside me, but I never imagined it was so long. Maybe the rawhide stings wrapped around it, biting into the skin, had something to do with it. “He owes me a load,” I said amending my time estimate, asking “Why, what are you fuckers planning?” “When we unplugged his sewer hole, he started going on and on about “Barnyard romance” and it just so happens my buddies here have a farm, half way to Tacoma. Wanna join the party?” My head spun. The speed soaking into my ass walls made it impossible to focus. The boy’s dripping monster-meat hypnotized me. My bowels burned. The giant cum slugs wiggled and writhed inside my itchy, manhole, lining my guts with their gooey slime trails. Slowly the stink transformed into nature’s musky perfume. “There’s some dick-on-a-stick, if you want it?” Mike pointed to the full hypodermic sitting between my used, greasy butt-toys and a couple empty beer cans. “I reloaded it when these freaks were done.” “Did you all use it,” I asked, suddenly thinking about getting my dick back. “I don’t need that shit, but the bears sure like it. Want me to stick you?” Mike with a needle was a dangerous idea, but the Kaverject whispered how much it needed to be in me. “Let me give the boy his treat. You can do me while I’m on the rim seat.” My mind returned to my mission. “Okay son, how many loads have you taken for Daddy?” Looking up at me with big puppy dog eyes from inside the recently vacated toilet seat, Tweeker Timmy almost shouted, “Twelve!” “Good job, son. I guess you’ve earned it.” He struggled to get up out of the bear trap, but I told him to stay put. “A buddy down stair shoved TEN full, used rubbers up my ass. Your stash is in one of them, and I’m not gonna let you use you fingers to get them out” I said as I stepped over to where the boy and the bear could look up at me from under the rimseat. “My whole stash?!?” he whined. “Stashed in my hole. If you want it, then you’ll just have to eat it out of me, pussy boy.” The conversation ended with me sitting down on the warms suspended toilet seat. “Count them out as you go. I expect you to show me them before you swallow ‘em.” The starving boy’s mouth attached to my sphincter, before I could even get balanced. The big bear gave a low yummy growel. “Eat up, Cumdump” he snarled into the little junkies' ear. Mike smiled as he brought the point, and reached through my spread legs for my drug-withered weenie. This is the sort of thing that got Psycho Mike off, plunging a needle used by three guys into another guy’s stump. The rational part of my brain had been burned away by the amphetamine fire. All I wanted was wood, so I let him do me. “ONE!” The boy shouted, before the Bear snarled, “Swallow it." I didn’t bother to look down as the base of my dick suddenly exploded. Mike stepped away and I allowed myself to focus on the feeling of the kid's lips, suckling my most private prize. He started retching, but Mike just looked at me and said “He does that.” “….So nasty…” the kid whimpered, and the bear below him inquired if it was one of Mike’s. “Yup.” “Get used to it, shit for brains,” he said to Timmy, adding "That’s how you gob is gonna taste for the next 24 hours. Now Kiss it. Kiss It. Don’t get all piggy, yet. Kiss it like you’re gonna kiss my sister. Real sweet. Right on the lips. Just like it’s your first time. Kiss his hole real nice now. Okay now give him a little French kiss. Just slip your tongue in there a little…. That’s it.” The kid already new how to suck ass real well, but the coaching helped ad to the atmosphere. His tongue found another surprise in my rectum, and he began wiggling fiercely, trying the loosen my grip. “Oh look at that, it looks like you’ve got two there.” Glancing over at the mirror beside where I sat, I could see the fat white tips of two partially full cum bags hanging out of my dripping asslips, like thick globs of spunk frozen in time. “Milk on em, boy. Don’t pull ‘em out yet. Just chew the tips off.” Now that his mouth was filled with liquid crystal, I though he’d start loosing it but, he could still manage a little oral control and was rewarded with the rewarmed jizz that dripped on to his taste buds. “Show Daddy,” the Bear commanded. Pulling my cock and balls aside I looked into the kid’s shiny toilet hole. “Eat em both, Son,” and a split second later I felt the latex worms sucked out of me with a slick pop, followed by the sound of him chewing. Bear 1 grinned from where he knelt across from me, his fire plug prick still jammed in the boy’s over stretched cunt. “I gotta piss like a race horse,” he snarled, “but I don’t want to sour the kid’s implantation.” I responded “Hold on to it a second there, bud. You can rinse me out when I’m done here,” thinking to myself So the kid had been telling people what a foul deviant fuck his father was, huh? Baring down, I tried to push out a good, sloppy fart over the boy’s probing lips and nose, and Tweeker Timmy went nuts. Like a little kid licking a bowl of frosting, he tried to stuff his whole fucking face up my butt, and by pushing down, I made room for his mouth, nose and chin, up in my guts. Another good deep grunt was all it took, and the kid’s whole face fit up inside my ass-mask. I swear I could feel his nostrils snorting the lining of my rectum. A second later, scum bags 4, 5 and 6 sloshed from my insides into his, but the pressure of squeezing them out took its toll. “Show daddy what you found,” I commanded, and the boy responded by opening his mouth and rolling the used sperm bags around for me to see. Stuffing my swelling dick in his mouth, I started pissing right away. He coughed and choked and swallowed as fast as he could. Wrapping his slimy lips around my cock head, he began drinking, and to my amazement, he was actually sucking the urine straight from my bladder with all the force in his body. It couldn’t last. The drugs in my dick started boning me up, making it too hard to piss or even keep my baby-breeder pointed down at such a sharp angle. “Starting fingering my hole,” I told the Bear below me, and he gladly accepted. His furry fingers pushed into my ass, and then he shoved them in the kid’s mouth. Again, he shoved four fingers up my butt and wiggled them in my gut-slime, before smearing them all over my boys’ face, spending extra time pushing his slimy fingers up into the kid’s crusty nostrils. Mike, who’d been packing up his gear, stepped over to me with two more huge lambskin rubbers, as full as the first one he’d given me at the door. “Here’s an extra,” he said, “I thought I’d save it for myself, but I guess the kid will be milking it straight from the source in a couple hours.” Having promised the kid 10 cum sacks, I’d felt a little bad knowing there were only 6 for him to find, but the extra rubber inspired me. Setting one on the table next to my dildos and cunt-plugs, I untied the knot on the other, and looked down past my rock hard fuck pole to the grimy, grinning sickos below me. “Hey, Man-Bear-Pig,” I said catching the big dudes eye. “Stuff this as far up into my belly as you can reach.” His fingernails felt fine when he was digging around earlier so I wasn’t too worried as he squeezed the mouth of the massive jizz bag tightly between his thumb and first two forefingers, making the proper homosexual fist. Mike used the Joyrider brand rim seat, which features a toilet seat suspended by four springs, allowing for more bounce and control, as I sat up slightly, letting Bear 2 reached through the seat. After the dildo ramming I’d given myself earlier followed by one of the best rim jobs of my life, my hungry hole didn’t need lubing or coaxing. Sitting down on the big hairy hand, I worked my slick ass lips around his thick knuckles, then his thumb, and with one serious push, down around his wrist. Fireworks, gut searing fireworks. Even with my swollen prostate, his hand felt like it was built to fit in my bowels. And as I grunted and squirmed further down, the farther up into my stomach he reached. At some point, I stopped to breath in and adjust, and that’s when I felt him squeeze the overflowing scumbag in his hand. The extra juice was all I needed, and my intoxicated fuck hungry twat went insane, trying to swallow his entire sweaty, tattooed arm. Wringing out the deformed and bloated prophylactic with his thick fist, the big bad Bear massaged nature’s perfect steroid all over my intestinal lining, pure all natural testosterone mainlining into my blood stream. Rage and Lust pushed me up and own, rage and lust with each squish, squish, squish of my swollen ass lips on his hairy forearm. The sharp taste, bitter but something savory underneath, filled my mouth, the back of my nose and my throat. I road my prostate hard against his wrist, lost in the depraved fantasy of what was going to happen to the kid over the next 24 hours. Squish, slosh, grunt, squish, slosh. Riding up and down on the horse shaped appendage, listening him grunt at the kid, “That’s it slick up my wrist, lick that animal juice off my arm, buddy. That’s what your little cunt’s going to look, all stretched out like that real soon, Breeder boy. How’s that ass soup taste?" Master Mike had double dosed me, the son of a bitch. Weight and gravity normally did a good job of keeping my dripping prick sloping toward the ground, but the angry red fuck salami pointing out at 95 degree angle ached something fierce. The kid could only mumble and all I could do was grown. Cock sauce is the only kind of lube, and Mike’s beasts made the best semen in town. The kid didn’t know what he was licking, but I sure did, and it made my fuck hole ravenous. But I was going too far, too fast. My prostate was on the verge of detonations. Looking over at Bear #1, I stood-up, asked at the same time “You mind if I slip in there?” As I reached full height, a flood of goop splashed out of my ass along with the big bear’s fist, washing over the faces beneath me in a dense wave of gut warmed cock sauce and ass goo. And back into the kid’s mouth went the bear's slick fist, followed by his tongue and nose. They shared deep, slimy kisses as the Bear with the fat dick slid out of the boy, allowing me to pound my rock hard cunt-wrecker in alongside his friends. The change startled the boy. My dick was too long and too hard to be happy with his rectum alone, and following the other fucker's bumpy shaft. I pushed past his second sphincter into the twisting boy’s lower intestine. All his coughing and struggling wouldn’t stop me, and my buddy Bear held his gross, slimy mitt over the kid’s mouth while Tweeker Timmy screamed into his cum-covered palm. “You fucking WHORE,” I cursed, adding "You stupid, demented cum dump. Letting all theses mean men take your little cunt, spunk for brains? You let all these dirty fuckers Tag your twat, when YOU KNOW your hole belongs to Daddy!” The kid thrashed under the onslaught, inspiring the other dude to start grinding deeper still, slapping his balls against mine, as we threw the meanest fuck possible into the struggling junkie youth. “Daddy’s dirty, little Spermbank,” I repeated over and over, my mind lost in the sickest imagining of how I would have raised Timmy if he were mine, and the shit that Psycho Mike and the farm Bears were going to put him through in a few short hours. “He’s ours! Now, you sick bastard,” the ooze covered bear roared, pounding his rock hard cum gun against mine with each syllable he bellowed. “What kind of fifthly, sick, fucking pig brings his little boy to a sleazy fucking bathhouse to suck the seed out of nameless strangers? We knocked him up! He’s ours now. His insides are festering with our lethal demon seed. You gave up your right to this cunt when you pulled your dick out of him!" We waged war in his hot clenching oven, digging in deeper, trying to take more ground, carving our filthy signatures on his cave walls- his sloppy, over stuffed, cum covered walls. “Shut Up,” roared the Bear to the bo, "You think this is rough, you fucked up little bitch? This ain’t shit next to the meat that’s going to get stuffed up inside you when we get you to the farm. Cry all you want now, because I’m expecting you to take it like a man with the big horsies start riding you.” I giggled, and the Bear snarled at me, “You sick degenerate….” Timmy’s eyes rolled in his Head. Heart attach or seizure, it didn't matter to me. I had my second wind, and I was going to decorate the kid's bowels with some more of my fatherly nut-slime. His little body trembled and shook as we sword-fought inside his body, the other guy's hairy, veiny shaft working like a piston against my own. “Make room for a billion little brothers,” I shouted before I let loose, with thick rope after rope of vile, charged cock snot. The last load of the night, the copious dense cock-sludge that had collected at the bottom of my balls, blowing into my baby, big gobs of jizz as thick as chewing gum, exploding against another man’s dick a he pounded it further and further into my son’s convulsing innards. Even his little bowels craved the taste of his father’s incestuous seed. The thug beside me mashed my gunk into his own, smearing my DNA all together with his, in a sick and twisted experiment in eugenics. Slapping the boy, the Bear ordered, “Thank Daddy for his seed. Tell him why you were born." Little Tweeker was crying (and/or hyperventilating). “Thank you Poppa….Thank…." Suddenly someone shoved a fist in my unsuspecting twat…no….not a fist. Bear # 1 dropped his hairy belly on my back and stuffed his fireplug fuck knot, up into my colon. “I said,” he grrrrrrrroweled “….I gotta piss like a race horse….” And so he did. My mind couldn’t tell you what the Bears had been taking. The mucus membrane in my ass was so saturated and abused, all it could do was drink and expand. Swallowing the fire-hose straight down as it erupted inside me. “He’s our BreederBoy now,” snarled the my new Gut Master, “our sister’s ov-U-latin’ in two weeks and keeps askin’ us to bring her a pretty little sperm donor. We’re gonna pump Timmy here full o’ Zink and B6, and he’s gonna bang her cervix blind, for four days, none stop. Timmy here’s promised us triplets. He’s gonna breed us a whole bunch of little of nephews with big dicks like their daddy, and they’ll all be pre-fucked up and ready for rollin’!” The Kaverject and Padingtons humping dick kept me from getting soft or relaxing enough inside the kid to fill him with my own warm piss enema, as my lower intestines quickly filled with the urine of the beast on my back. “He’s gonna make us batches of puppies to play with,” his voice echoing in the back of my poached brain. Breathing through my nose, I tried to make room, to rearrange my inside for the filthy waste that was filling me, passing into my blood. There was a moment of silence. Pure, perfect Zen light….how long it lasted I can’t say. My inner ears were numb. My nose deaf. My skin sparking with sheer electricity. The cock yanked out and a plug slammed in. “Are we done?” Bear 2 asked Master Mike. “The car will be here in twenty minutes,” my mentor offered. Shocked by the sound of my own voice, I grunted. “Timmy owes me a load. You can’t take my boy, until he pays his daddy back for his first unfinished fuck.” “Where do you want it?” Mike asked. “In the sling…, but grab me a plug, first.” Reaching for the first cunt-cork on the table, Padington used the same slick plug I’d stuffed into Timmy earlier on for the very same purpose. This time the Bears lifted me. "But first, I got some thing for my boy…..” Neither Timmy nor I could stand very well. He’d been on his back for hours and, I had to concentrate on clamping down on the twat-stopper, holding back the gallon of bear piss, squishing around in my belly. Balancing one hand on the dildo table, I retrieved the last of Psycho Mike’s super-sized sperm samples. “Do you know where these come from, Son?” The fucked-up kid stared blankly at me, still trying to find his sea legs. “Here,” I grabbed my mega plug from the table and passed it to Pooh, “He’ll need this, you don’t want him loosing all that evil shit you pumped up into his little tummy.” Timmy shouted, but his spine straightened immediately. Untying the thick swinging scumbag, I poured the final few rocks and powder, from the smaller zipper sack into the gaping mouth of the jizz filled condom. Timmy’s eyes focused suddenly. “You want me to drink that? 'Cuz I’ll do it. I don’t give a flying fuck. Give me that…” he reached, but I kept playing keep away. “No son, if you want it, you’re going to need to snort it out.” I smiled handing him half a straw. “Gentlemen? Hold his hands.” Placing the straw in the spiked spunk, I inserted the other end into the kid’s dry nostril. And just like a little boy with a thick vanilla milkshake, he snorted in as much cock-snot as he could. “These bags were filled by Master Mike's two big buddies, REX and Marky D,” I explained, pulling the half empty bag from the dazed kid. “I’m sure they’ll make you dance with REX and Marky D before they let you go for your donkey ride.” The blond boy’s face twisted in disgust, as the ejaculate filled and then drained his dry crystal coated sinus. “That’s fucking disgusting,” he grumbled tasting the slob draining down the back of his throat. “Was it old or frozen?” “No,” I assured him, “That’s farm fresh. Mike milks it before he comes out to play.” Moving the straw to the other nostril, I couldn’t hold the secret back any more. “REX is a Bull Mastiff and Marky D is a Great Dane.” Confusion played on the kid’s face for a second. “Dog jizz?” He asked out-loud. “That’s right, crystal fortified canine ejaculate. Now finish it off for daddy,” and with one mighty snort, the sick little fucker did. Holding his head back at an angle, he shouted, “Get this Fucker into the sling!” He shook his head violently, and the Bears obeyed. My ravenous ring didn’t want to release the kid’s warm, greasy cunt-plug, but it didn’t have any choice. Squeezing my innards as tight as I could, I tried to the pull the Bear’s sewage back into my stomach, but the kid rammed his flagpole up in me before I could spill a drop. The little rings inside my ass had clamped shut to keep the piss inside me, but my boy wasn’t going to stand for it, pushing in as hard and as deep as he could. All the stretching from the butt bumps, the bear fist and my own dildos made it easier for him to slam his way into my lower intestine, brutally pushing the other guys urine deeper into my system. “Carve your name in his ass,” Bear 1 coached the boy. “Spray-paint your DNA all over your daddy’s sloppy cum-chute,” added Bear 2. “Charge him. Charge his ass good. Spark up your Daddy.” “Make ‘im your first convert.” "Yeah, breed him with your sick seed. Plant your germ it your poppa’s ass.” “Breed, BREED, BREED!” They chanted as the kid pounded, and I ground down as hard as I could, trying to mash his teenage testicles into my bottomless pit. “Make him cry, Timmy,” Master Mike instructed, “Make your daddy cry as you poison and pollute his insides. Hurt him, boy, hurt him real good.” The tweeked out little freak shook insanely as he put his roto-hammer to work. He snarled and grunted like a dog. Foaming white froth seemed to form around his nose and mouth. Somewhere in the background, I could hear the sound of one of the sweaty spectators slapping his ass, smacking the buttplug with hard, loud pops. “Come on Son, show Daddy what’s in your nuts, you stupid little pussy….” That set him off. “I Am Not Just a Fuck Hole For You and Your Friends To Fucking Violate every Fucking Day of My God Damned fucking Life you Fucking Filthy bastard,” the boy cried, “I am A Man, I am a Fucking Breeder, I’m Gonna Be a D….”” “Breed him, boy….” “Get daddy preggers with your demon seed, Buddy-boy. Shove it up deep inside Daddy, mark up his walls….” “Come on, Son. Tag me, boy. Whitewash my insides and go.” And he did. He howled and jerked and thrashed and fucked, pumping a nights worth of pent up ball juice up deep inside my worn and battered bowels. Despite the drugs and the piss and the bruised tissue inside me, I could swear I felt his goop fire up into my stomach- wad after wad of backed up baby-batter, spewing all over my insides, as he tried to hammer it and mash it into my tender mucus membranes. He grunted and groaned and dumped and grunted. The men behind him where congratulating him, telling him what a good father he’ll be, and how he was the perfect carrier for their toxic waste. Their words helped him slow down a little as he tried to catch his breath. Bear #1 asked him a question and he nodded. “Do it now,” said the Bear 1, “Do it now so we can be done with him.” My mind couldn’t quite grasp what had been said, but it didn’t matter. Something happening in the pit of my stomach held my attention. Fire down below. The pressure of pent up piss began to increase at a gut churning rate. My asshole bit down on the base of his prick but it didn’t stop the swelling inside me. His fever burned my bowels once again. The hot flashes of his piss blending together with the bear’s set me spinning. The shitty six pack enema the boy drank earlier had worked its way down his throat and into his bladder in a very short time, and as my stomach began to buckle, I tried pointing to my towel. I tried to focus on all of the grinning whiskers that looked down around me. “For my boy” I whispered, and Bear 1 seemed to hear. My throbbing, bruised prostate, my heart, my brain, my eyeballs, my tongue all floated in a sea of warm, noxious piss. Words weren’t forming, just wave after wave of stinky, stale salt-water, pushing into me as it soaked into my bloodstream, absorbed through my lining of my bowels. “Good boy” was all that I could get out, when Pooh returned with the other baggy full of Tina, Timmy’s shiny face lit up like a little cherub on Christmas day, grinning at the sight of all the snow still waiting for him in his bag. “Wait ‘til you get him to the barn,” I tried to say to his new pals… his brothers.. in law, if I was really remembering their plans… “Good luck with the triplet’s… don’t clamp down when Mr. Ed cums or you’ll…. Kill your self.” “Too late,” Master Mike chuckled. As he removed his rod from my Honey Bucket, he very gently slipped the fat plug back in its place. Stretching over my body, laying his smooth sweat soaked skin on my furry bloated belly, Timmy tried to kiss me, but I wasn’t going to let the little fuck-hole embarrass himself in front of his new friends. “Jesus mother Fucking Christ,” I said so they all could hear me, “Your breath smells like you’ve already blown the whole fucking kennel.” The kid stopped and smiled. Slapping his palm on my forehead, he pushed my head back, stuffed his nose in my mouth and gave a mighty blow. Before they left, I asked them to turn on the porn and shut the door. They invited me to join them, but I knew if I did, I’d end up trying to steal the spotted donkey dong form the hungry boy’s cunt-mouth. Laying on my back with my swollen dick of death pointing like rock hard arrow up at my chin, I marinated, lost in the clamping and relaxing of my aching gut-ring, wrapped round the fat pacifier, holding back the jizz of ten men and two massive dogs, along with the piss of a bear and a boy. My convulsing heart beat caused the plug to hump me with little conscious effort. I rubbed my swollen, bloated belly, and basted, savoring the warm, salty-sour mixture of canine ejaculate and bitter Tina dripping down the back of my throat, just waiting for another second wind.
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Deviant Author’s Note: The details in this story were suggested by my buddy Psycho Mike, and fill me with disgust. MY Kinks can be summed up best in GUT RUSH 1 and 3. GUT RUSH 2: Demon Seed Little Tweeker Timmy looked so damn yummy tied up, spread eagle in that sling. His second hand chaps framed his smooth little butt, and his swollen red innards spilled out of his asshole, unable to retract after an hour or so of constant sucking and flooding. I knew I would need to use my fingers to push it back in before the guests arrived, but first I grabbed the greasy doorknob and opened the plywood door , exposing my bound begging boy’s hole to the passersby at the Z. Reaching past his shriveled and friction burned pizzle, I wrapped my raw hand around the slimy mass, blossoming out his anus and began to massage it back inside. “How ya doin’, son ? Ready to get fucked?” He nodded. “Ready for a bump?” I whispered. “Please daddy….” “Is it in your locker?” He looked scared for a second like he was worried I’d steal his stash. “You remember you’re the little fuck who got daddy fucked up? All I’m flying on is those second hand chemicals you pissed up in your poppa’s guts. I ain’t untying ya, so if you want a treat, you’ll have to tell daddy were to get it.” Poor little Tweeker didn’t know what to do. “Tell ya what, boy. I’m gonna need to see ten deposits of cock juice, before I give you that bump. Whenever you want to tell me where it is, I’ll be sure you’ll get it by load ten. Okay?” He nodded. “Now start tightening up for the nice gentlemen. I know a mean sperm donor who usually has that smelly dark room at the end of the hall” Again, Timmy’s eyes opened wide. He knew who I talking about. “So I’m going to need to gag you now, so you won’t cry for help and run away, or say “No” to any scabby, disease ridden pencil dick who wants to goop your guts. If you want your allowance, you’re going to have to serve all man kind.” Again the kid nodded. After going down the dimly lit hallway for less than 3 minutes, I returned to find a fully clothed guy of about 35, pounding away on Tweeker Timmy’s ass. The kid looked like he was in a lot of pain, so I looked down to see what was going on at the point of entry. The sick fucker was wearing a rubber. Obviously the synthetic latex and harsh spermicides burned the hell out of my poor boy’s asswalls. “Hey Sport, let me lube that up for you,” I offered. I dropped to my knees besides the kid’s cunt, and the dude in corduroy pants pulled out of the kid. He wore a Magnum, and the golden cock baggy was stuffed full. I took the rubber monster and started sucking the best I could. Thank God it was covered in a little ass juice, because the plastic and chemicals tasted like a dildo straight from the packaging. Unnatural. Nursing in the monster head, I very carefully chewed a small hole in the reservoir tip, before telling the guy to plug the kid good. A minute later Mr. Corduroy started blissing out. “God your ass feels so good. So fucking hot…. so fucking wet. Man, I’ve never felt such a sweet hole.” His breathing started getting heavier as his humping grew faster. “That’s it,” I coached him, “Pound it in there. …Keep pushing…. Don’t pull out. Give it to him.” He roared as Timmy’s body quaked from a very obvious and intense anal orgasm. “Squeeze it tight, Son,”I whispered to the boy, “don’t let go of the nice man’s dick.” “Jesus Fucking Christ!” Mister Corduroy said looking down at the nine and a half inches he pulled out. All that was left of the condom was the latex ring, bound around the cock’s base. I bent down to clean him off, but he jumped back. “That’s fucking disgusting”, he said, trying to stuff the slimy monster back in his pants. “Shit, shit, shit,” he kept repeating as he ran for the door, no doubt heading to someplace where he could scrub the remains of real sex from his poor delicate skin. “You better now, son?” He nodded and seemed to smile around the balled up jock strap stuffed in his mouth. “You guys sure scared the hell out of Nancy Boy, there.” My buddy said stepping into the room. “What can I say… for some reason, the condom broke.” Psycho Mike smiled. The only thing sicker than my tutor “Master Mike” were the demented bastards that sought out his services. To the best of my knowledge Mike was negative, but it was his life’s ambition to see every male in America, young or old, straight or gay, swimming with viral loaded spunk. As a rule, he only lent his service to the beautiful or the innocent because he thought they made the best carriers. He wasn’t an attractive man himself- heavy, middle aged, pale, but that didn’t stop hundreds of stunning young men from approaching him with their death wishes. Looking at the kid, bound and gagged in the sling, he gave a wolf whistled and pulled out his cell phone. “Hey Pooh, you stupid fucking Maggot” he said into the phone, “I wanted to let you know I found that thing you two were looking for….. uh huh… about 19, smooth, blond, tied up in a sling here choking on a jock. What ? I’ll ask. With that he turned to me asking "Is it fucked up ? Is it tweeking?” I nodded. “Perfect… Get you fat asses down here right now. I don’t know how long he’ll stay put" and with that he hung up the phone. “Timmy needs to get another ten loads before I give him his allowance. Do you mind baby sitting him for a few minutes while I run down and extend my stay? Also, he needs to drink some fluids I’m worried he’s dehydrating. I got a six pack there, if you want to share it with him." “I’d be glad to, son. Let me go get some of my tools.” “Hey dad…. do you have any of your special gummy treats with you tonight?” “A couple. Why? Are you hungry?” “I thought I’d share them with your little grandson here.” This made Mike smile one of his sickest smiles. Timmy didn’t have time to protest, because as Mike walked out, Creep Old Guy #1 wandered in. “Can I fuck the kid?” “He has a latex allergy” I warned. “That’s okay, so do I.” Dropping his towel, he stuffed his stubby little prick into the little blonds bowels and began to hump. The bars must have been closing, because the bathhouse was filling up quickly. In no time at all a line began to form. Creep Old Guy #1 grunted and creamed the kid’s innards, and was quickly replaced by Underage Tourist. Removing the key ring from the kid’s wrist, I whispered, “Just tell me when. Only eight more deposits to go." Mr. Sweet and Uncut, joined the line followed by Big Black Bill- not too pretty, but an amazing anatomical anomaly. More guys gathered to stroke off, pinch the boy’s tits, and watch the show. When I saw Psycho Mike in the crowd with his portable rim seat and other devices, I pulled a thick, permanent black marker from my bag, and wrote the word ‘TOILET’ on the kids hairless chest, with an arrow pointing up to his face. I explained to the crowd about the kid’s latex allergy, and mentioned that he was dying of thirst. Anyone who wasn’t pee shy, I told the studio audience, should just remove the stopper from his little urinal face, and then plug his bitch hole when they wanted to flush. Mike said he’d need the room to himself once his buddies showed up, but by that time, Creepy Old Fat Guy #2 was shouting and adding load number six to the boy’s bowels. Stinky Homeless Guy cleared the room with the smell from his priape alone, giving Mike more room to set up. I explained to the crazy old derelict that my son would need to clean under his foreskin before I could allow him to plug the boy’s butt, but he just smiled a toothless smile, as I pulled the piss soaked athletic supported from my ‘son’s’ hungry gullet. He wanted to protest, but the old guy was too quick for him and had stuffed the smelly cheese log down into the kid’s throat, before he could say, “No.” “Do you want daddy to go get your treat?” Desperately, Timmy shook his cock stuffed face in agreement. As I understood it, a foreskin that couldn’t retract could be a terribly painfully thing, but Stinky Homeless Guy seemed perfectly happy as I helped him guide his fetid hooded meat into the kid’s juiced up fuck canal. Tear’s formed in Timmy’s eyes, but still he sucked. “Get your tongue in up in that tight skin,” I instructed, trying not to wretch from the stink emanating for the old guys foul clothes and unwashed body. “Excuse me sir, but I think you need to pollute my boy’s little cunt now,” I said, replacing the stinking jock, and gently helping the man with his underwear around his ankle waddle round to the boy’s waiting sperm bank. Standing in the doorway, Master Mike’s two guest watched with a bazaar combination of fascination and disgust as the crazy old guy rambled on about the satellites and the gooks, and his mother, the whore. It didn’t make sense, but it didn’t matter to the filthy vagrant. Soon he was crying for his mommy, over and over again, as he blew wad after wad of thick backed up nut slime into my boy’s spasming insides. He didn’t bother to tuck is cock back into he rancid boxers as he wandered out the door, just as I didn’t bother to offer cleaning under his foreskin. In matching chaps and harnesses, the Leather Bears were dressed alike, and shaved a like and might have even been twin brothers if it weren’t for the different tattoos and cocks. Leather Bear 1 was born with a 6 inch fire plug, sticky out from above his hairy bloated tennis balls. Leather Bear 2 might have been a pumper if it weren’t for the upward trajectory of his long and swollen ram-rod. They shut the door behind them. Fire Plug Prick said to me, “You’re sure you don’t mind us doing this to your boy, Mister?” “Mind? It his Birthday. He’s been begging me for this since he was 10.” I assured them. “So did I lie, Maggot Brains ?”, Mike asked the bears, “Isn’t this what I promised you?” “He’s fucking perfect. Can we pay you when were done? No pockets.” “Show me what I taught you, and then we’ll worry about money.” “Hey there, son” Bear 1 said to Timmy, “I’m Paddington and this is Pooh, and we’re going to have to move you to the matt. Is it okay if we untie you…. For now?” Timmy dutifully nodded, the poor stupid little fuck. The bears removed the arm and ankle restraints, and lifted the kid out of the sweat wet rig, like he was a pillow, but before he could stretch his arms and legs, they dropped him on the ground and fell on top of him. He tried to struggle but each one of them weighed three times his weight, so not surprisingly soon, his arms were tied across his chest,rope tied around each ankle had been looped behind his neck, force his legs apart, exposing his pouting pucker and shredded baby junk. “Listen here, Fuck Hole - we’ve only got one question for you, and all you need to say is “Please, please No sir,’ and we’ll walk away right now. You understand?” The gagged punk nodded. Placing his hand over the kid jock filled mouth, he almost plugged the boys nose, as he bent down and began to growl. “Me and my buddy here have a very special strain of very evil, very toxic poison brewing in our nuts. We want to impregnate you with our demon seed. We want to pump you so full of our little death babies that you’ll be sneezing lethal snot for the rest of you very short junkie life. What do you say? Do you want to die tonight? Do you want us to club the life our of you with our hairy death-sticks? IF you wake up…. do you want to wake up as a carrier of our Hyper Viral death seed, spreading our filth to every dude or chick who touches your little dick for the rest of you very, very short, very stupid junkie life ? …… OR do you just want us to castrate you and leave?” Despite the disco droning outside, the room was silent. The boy looked me with wide eyes and very black pupils. “Do you want your allowance, young man?“ I asked. And then he responded, nodding in assent. As Bear 1 removed his hand from the kid's face, leaving a very clear and very red hand print on the tweeker’s pale cheek. He also pulled the balled-up sewer plug from the kid's mouth. “Please,” Tweeker Timmy whispered, before Bear 1 brutally stuffed the pissy supporter back into the boy’s mouth. “See!” Bear 2 roared. “He said PLEASE! Let’s do it now. I haven’t shot anything in three days. Come on - let’s tear-up his insides!” Master Mike had paused in setting up the rim seat to listen to the exchange. The six pack of beer sat on the table, and he had hung three large transparent enema bags on the wall. “It sounded to me like he said , ‘Please castrate me.’” All eyes turned to me to decide which “Please” the fucked-up kid meant. “If he’s going to play this game, I’ve gotta hear him say it all.” This whole scene was suddenly way too strange for me, and I needed to extend my time in the room. What ever happened, the boy both earned and would need his treats. “Let’s hear it…” Mike added. Removing fist and jock, Bear 1 pushed his stubbly face against that of the frightened, wet kid and snarled, “Well? What “please” was it?” Timmy took a deep breath and wiggled his tongue and sore jaw. “Please… Please Uncle Padington, please poison my hungry cunt. Kill it. Fill me with your bad seed. Please Uncle Pooh please ram and damage my insides with your lethal cock sause.” And finally to me, “Pleeeeeeese Daddy, say I can have their sick semen?” He wasn't quite finished, however, because he babbled on saying “Please drag me to hell, Uncle Pooh. Let me rot with every fucker who ever filled me. Burn my guts. Let me burn for you Uncle Padington. I promise to pass it along to every pussy I plug. Please poison me, sirs. I need your toxic seed.” I had to step out. This scene was way over the top for me. As I was leaving the room, Psycho Mike handed me a thick, half filled lamb skin condom, knotted at the top, and winked as I stepped pass, “Grandpa’s special breed. I’ll save the other one I’ve got until you come back, son.” The Tweeker Timmy’s Tasty Tale concludes in GUT RUSH 3- Used Condom Surprise
