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Hi all, True to form, this story builds and will eventually include chems, so please be patient with me. I also promise to flesh this one more than previous stories. Enjoy! ——————— This story is inspired by true events. I was in a weird place. All my college friends just graduated a couple weeks ago. I should have been there with them, but instead, I was kicked out a few months prior. Depression and not knowing how to ask for help. To say I was feeling lost was an understatement. Didn’t know what the next moves would be, but I knew that I wanted to get home. Wanting a bit of alone time to think, I decided to drive home from New York to Colorado. Wasn’t trying to sightsee or be slow about it. Just wanted to be on the road for a few days in my own. Clocked 7-9 hours of driving every day and stayed at any roadside motel once the sun set. After checking out of my motel located near Chicago, I hopped in my car and started speeding through the highway. Didn’t stop by Steamworks or anything. Again was in a funky mood and wasn’t feeling particularly horny. Was on autopilot not realizing how fast I was going when I hear sirens and see a police car trailing me with the lights on. I pulled over and the police officer approaches my car. I pull the windows down. “Hi, officer,” I said. “Do you know why I pulled you over?” he asked. “No, sir.” “You were speeding and your registration is expired.” “I’m so sorry. I’m on my way back and will renew it then. I’m so sorry.” A moment of silence. I was panicking not wanting a ticket or to get in trouble with the law. This was before BLM took off, when it wasn’t as well-known how corrupt cops can be. (Yes I know there were news, but I was a clueless twenty year old. Wasn’t paying much attention to the news back then.) So I wasn’t as combative as I would be now. Quite the opposite. I was extremely deferential. “Get out of the car and follow me.” I did as I was told, walking to the back thinking I’m going to get arrested. “Front seat,” he said. A bit confused but too scared to really register what this all meant, I got in the front seat. “What are you doing in Chicago right now?” he asked A bit confused by the question, but I told him that I was on my way back home. “So you’re not here for IML?” Listen, I was young but not naive. I’ve been jacking off to bareback, chem, bug chasing porn and erotica for a few years by this point. In fact, I had been jacking off relentlessly to Treasure Island’s “Slammed” fantasizing I could be Jon Phelps. The way his pupils dilated and his face turned demonic after being shot up. I was afraid of needles, but craved that carnal energy. I wanted to be ravaged by hot, sweaty men. Men with guts. Men with abs. Smooth or hairy. Old. Young. Didn’t matter, as long as they had big cocks and would dump their loads into me. I wanted to be owned. To be gangbanged. Live as a cumdump. Deep down I wondered if I was meant for the normal corporate life. If getting kicked out was a sign that I was meant for the road less traveled. Maybe do porn or sex work. Or be someone’s sex slave. Didn’t have a great relationship with family anyway, so they probably won’t care if they never hear from me. I had a dirty mind and the benefit of youth. My body was toned and naturally hairless. I worked out a few times a week and ran, but didn’t have the typical musical gym bodies you see now on social media. I had a tight chest with large nipples and abs. I’ve been told though, my best feature is my face. To this day, I still have an incredibly boyish face. Large eyes, soft nose, plump lips. I look submissive. Because deep down I am. “Why are you here?” I think I knew where this was headed, but I had to tread lightly. My fear quickly transformed into excitement. I started shaking a bit, but I tried my best to stay cool. “No, sir, I’m not here for IML. I do want to go at some point though.” “Oh you do huh?” His right hands moved slowly to his crotch, and he squeezed ever so slightly but enough to leave no room for doubt for anyone closely watching. I was closely watching.
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I know how it sounds, but trust me, I don't want to work for the rest of my life. I unfortunately had some some wild, luxurious nights in my 20s that have sunken me in credit card debt that'll be paying forever in me 30s unless I get it under control now. I just think this is the easier way out. I watched a documentary once and that is how I got the idea initially; I figured, if girls can sell their hymens, why can't men sell their status? I thought it was fascinating that it has become it's own fetish in an of itself, but admittingly I was not that into it personally. I'm already planning on spending my life on PrEP anyway, so in reality, nothing really changes. I get a payday, he gets a fantasy fulfilled, and get to knock out a chunk of debt. win/win/win. I had found a website to post my ad on, and after spending some time enjoying some stories, I got up enough courage to post a message below: "32 yr old, vers/bottom looking to sell my status. Currently neg on PrEP, but for the right price I'd be willing to flush what I have left, and meet up a week later. Only serious inquires please" It had only took a few hours before I had a few messages, but mostly low balls or jokesters. Then one subject line in particular caught my eye.... "Re: Selling my Status - Bidding 50k Hey boy, I'd be interested in buying. I'll have 50k up front in a week, but I want to meet up tonight to meet in person. Let me know if you agree, this offer expires in an hour. Also, bring your PrEP." I got giddy with excitement! That would at least pay at least 3 credit cards out, and was double the price I was ever expecting. I replied back and agreed to meet up tonight, will order a Lyft in an hour. He replied back with his address, and I jumped in the shower. This was going better than ever expected! After the shower I plugged the address into the app, he had lived an hour away, and the ride was a bit pricey. But the chance at getting 50k was too good to pass up, and even though he lived in the country side, his house was huge, on a big secluded piece of property. The driver dropped me off at the front door, and I gathered up the courage to knock after thinking about how crazy this was. I had figured if things go south, then at least I'm still on PrEP. He opened the door, I just realized I hadn't even asked him for a picture before coming over. I was surprised at how good he looked. He was a bit older than me, just a few grey hairs showing on his head and beard. He had his shirt off, and jogging pants with sneakers. "Hi, I'm Matt, nice to meet you." He reached in for a hug and I obliged, and slowly roamed his hands down to my butt before giving it a big squeeze. I blushed as he let go, and asked me to follow him to the living room to discuss terms. I followed him in and was shocked to find his coffee table was full of what looked like drugs and paraphernalia. I had only mostly only drank, and smoked a small bit of weed in college, so I immediately felt out of my element. Matt sensed my worry, and patted a hand on the couch near him. "We don't have to do anything tonight, I just have it out because that is what I do - sell them. How do you think I'd be able to afford this?" He smiled and laughed as I sat down. "So you mentioned you had a few things to chat about?" He reached for a blunt as I relaxed into the couch. "Do you mind?" he asked as he lit the end without waiting for my answer. "Not at all." He took a hit and passed it over to me, and I reluctantly agreed, not wanting to be rude to the man whose about to pay my way out of debt. I passed it back as the body high hit. He took another hit before passing it back. "Hey, relax, I can sense your still tense yet." I started an inhale as he got up, and returned back to the couch with 2 Gatorades. He handed one to me and I again took it, not wanting to be rude. I took a couple sips from it as he started to go over his terms. "So just three things, really. Number 1, I can tell you're not into this as I am, but I still want you to have a fun time. I'm going to get you a bit high tonight, it'll help take the edge off, and you will actually enjoy some fun tonight. Will be a little introduction to the next weekend." That sounded reasonable, as I nodded to him. I started to feel a little woozy, but luckily was still seated. I tried to keep my attention focused on him. He patted his hand again near him, like I was some kind of dog. It was demeaning, but again, didn't want to be rude. As I slid over, I stumbled and fell, landing my head in his lap. He laughed, and motioned for my to roll over, so my face was towards his body. "Have you ever done Tina before?" I didn't want to sound like a loser, but I didn't even know what it was. "I haven't yet, but am down for whatever. You're really helping me out with this." He reached over to the coffee table, grabbed a pre-loaded pipe and reached under my legs with his other hands, pulling my up so I'm sitting in his lap. I can feel how big he was, and let out a tiny "oh." "Don't worry, like I said we won't have to do anything tonight. Let me show you how this works. When it's time, inhale, okay?" He took the pipe, and lit it with a torch underneath, as white smoke filled the chamber. He inhaled, and then leaned in for a kiss. As our lips met, I inhaled as he passed the smoke into my lungs. He pulled back. "hold it, boy." a more stern command than he had been before, but I did as instructed, until he had me release. The rush felt amazing, but the horniness is what drove me mad. I stared into his eyes, as he looked down and bit his lips. Apparently, I had slipped my hand down my waistband to stroke myself. "Good boy." He placed the pipe in my mouth and told me to hold the stem. I did as he instructed. "I'm going to light this, but don't inhale until I tell you. After, don't exhale until I tell you." He lit the torch, and once the clouds filled completely, I instantly sucked in a huge hit on his command. He motioned for me to sit up on the couch, and I did as instructed. "exhale boy, then strip and lay on your belly, head over the armrest." It was like a lightbulb for my inhibition left my brain, and just started instinctively following his orders. Within 30 seconds I had been naked on this man's couch, head leaning over anticipating the next instruction. anticipating the next hit. He stripped out of his pants, revealing a huge biohazard symbol just above his cock. He walked over to the couch so his cock was directly in front of my mouth. "Suck it, boy." Without hesitation, I immediately took him in my mouth, feeling more and more turned on as I kept thinking about his tattoo. "Number 2, we're going to make a video soon, with you flushing your pills down the toilet. Then you're going to look into the camera, and explain why you did it. This video will only be for me to hold as evidence, incase you regret this later. Agreed?" He started thrusting in and out, and I could only muster a mumbled "yes" as he increased speed. He grabbed my hair to pull my head up, as he stuffed a bottle under my nose. "inhale, and don't stop." I took 4 big hits before he pulled the bottle away. I was flying in pig heaven, my throat being annihilated, getting hornier and hornier thinking about a poz load being shot down my throat. Then out of now where, he pulled out and stopped. "Get your pills." I rolled off the couch, and grabbed them. "Smile for the camera, hold the bottle out to show what it is, then down the hallway to the bathroom. I'm going to follow you, watch you flush, then get on your knees and start confessing. Make it sounds good if you really want this." I should have probably stopped here, but my inhibitions were gone, and I wanted this. I wanted his poz load. No wait?! I wanted his money. What was I thinking? The camera turned on, and I switched into my new role, as if I was acting. I smiled, showed him my bottle, gave it a shake - I just got this 3 month's supply, only 3 pills were missing. I turned and walked down the hall, into the bathroom. I opened the lid of the toilet, and without hesitation, poured the entire bottle into the toilet. I lingered over the plunger for a second, but the damage was already down. I pressed it down, and watched my neg status was down the toilet. He motioned my down from behind the camera, and I reacted. I dropped to my knees, one hand toying with my soft cock. I looked up at the camera, and began. "I just flushed my Truvada pills down the toilet. I am currently neg on them now, but in a week I won't be. I'm doing this so Matt can Poz me, change my status forever. Convert me." Matt finally spoke. "Good boy. Now open wide, when I aim it at your mouth, you swallow, otherwise I want you drenched it in." I had only been confused for a seconds before he started pissing in me as I knelt on the bathroom floor. I had started rubbing my cock harder as he covered me in it, before it hit my open mouth. I've never done this before, but was proud to find myself swallowing the last spurts of it down my throat. As he finished pissing, he turned off the video and set it down. "Good boy. Now last thing, Number 3. Give me your wallet, I'm keeping your credit and debit cards so you can't purchase any more. I'm also keeping a copy of your license, just incase. I want a confirmed conversion, so don't think about trying to get any more pills This will go on for as long as it takes, but if you don't cheat, I'll have it done in one. Now get dressed and get the fuck out, see you in a week." He opened the door, and threw me out naked. I had just got the last piece of clothing on before a new driver had appeared to take me home. I had been so horny though, I asked the driver for a redirect to the nearest glory hole. I was too horny tonight to not swallow a load or two.
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I have never touched Tina or any other drugs besides weed. I didn't even knew what was until about a year ago. I was due to go on a business trip out to California and decided to stay a couple extra days so I made reservations to a couple places I wanted to look at(never made it to the reservations) a couple days before heading to California I was check out at site and came open the one ad that kept popping up I my head. I had gave it a quick glance earlier but that's all it was a quick glance. I remember seeing the heading it was pretty much like a top guy looking for a experienced sub but. He was looking for a sub bottom that he can use for his and maybe other men sexual desires and or needs,and that the bttm must me able to handle a good long fucking. I had asked him how long and he replied back saying at least 32 hours. I was like what you can go for 32 hours non-stop and he said no at first then I said so what does that mean he continue on saying that if the guy was worth it that he would rent him out to other guys but they couldn't just pick him up here he would drive the guy there. If they wanted to play they would have to play. I said well I hope you find that guy sounds like fun he said thanks. After my second night in California I went online seeing if the guy had found anyone so I sent him a message. I was shocked to see that he answered right away. He asked how my trip was and how long would I be staying back, I told him the meetings were long and boring. But I only had another 2 days before I could say I am on vacation and that I would be there for another 5 days after that. I asked how he was and his reply was very honry. I asked if he ever found that sub bottom he was looking for and his reply back was if I had I wouldn't be horny and I wouldn't be talking to you right now. I said I guess your right and said I should be going right before I went to leave the site he had sent me a message attached with a picture I stop to open it up. When I clicked on the message my jaw dropped in the picture was 2 of the biggest and thickest cocks I have ever seen. And the message said would you be willing to let me and my boyfriend use you and your hole when you start vacation. The message went on to say if i agree that we can use you that means that you are giving us permission to do whatever we want with you meaning be as rough as we want(of course within reason). He stated since the first night he talked with me he hasn't masturbated or had sex that he wanted to give my hole(he wouldn't say which one) his week long load and it would be one of the biggest load I probably ever had, then the last part of the message said also my boyfriend wants to give you his load as well and he hasn't had sex in over a week as well. I told him that I wasn't a bottom nor have I ever been a sub bottom and from the look of their cocks I most likely wouldn't be able to handle either one of them but I appreciate that they would even consider even thinking of me. I asked out of curiosity when you said that you and your BF could do whatever you wanted what did you mean and how big and thick were they. He said I will answer your first question but the second question is for guys to find out in person. As to the 1st question me and my BF like to play together and there are times where we like to have a total or more of a total(sub) bottom where we have or take control over the sub bottom and just use him and his holes for our own sexual needs and or desires and that they don't get to do it that much due to most guys don't like to be dominated by 2 guys never mind being dominated by 2 guys who have huge and thick cocks like we do. I said that I could understand about why guys wouldn't like to be dominated by 2 guys and even more being dominated by 2 guys that were as huge and thick as they were. I continued to go on saying for me I wouldn't be the guy who you would be having a good time with because 1 I most likely wouldn't be able to handle either 1 of them because my lack of experience as I have only been playing with guys within the past year and most of the guys I had hooked up with was mostly giving and receiving oral and most of the guys were average size and that I still had problems getting their cocks either down my throat or even touching the back of my throat and that my hole was probably way to tight for them. He said that I would be surprised on how or what I could handle or take most guys think the samething and by the time that him and his BF are done with the guy he is leaving us thanking us over and over and asking us to invite him back,(then he said something that I caught but really didn't think much about it) he mentioned that him and his BF know how to get or make a guy to relax without him realizing it until it's to late and he's starting to enjoy whatever we are doing to him at that time. Then he said so let me know if you want to come over or not. I said can I think about over the night and I will let you know after work tomorrow and he said sure then said if you say yes I promise you that you will be glad you said yes and have an experience that you will never forget. I went to bed and the following day throughout work I would have these moments of wondering off and thinking about these 2 guys using me and my holes so I figured that was a sign to give it a try. I got home took my shower ate and sat at the laptop and started typing that I would like to give it a try but don't be shocked or upset if things didn't happen or go the way they excepted or wanted it to go. He replied back about a half hour and said I shouldn't have anything to worry about again he mentioned how him and his BF has ways to help guys relax and before the guy knows it he's either moaning as I or my BF is fucking him or he's got one of our cocks in his mouth (Again i thought and felt that there was something wrong with that statement) but I was just to much into the idea of just hoping that I could at least handle one of their cocks, then he said remember your second question to me and I said how could I forget he said all he would tell me is not many guys(who are experienced) can handle it but I didn't have to worry that they would make that they would be gentle and make sure I was relaxed and comfortable. He gave me his address and the time to be there and before signing off he said he wanted to make sure that he had the right information. He asked me if I was staying in California for the next 6 days. I said yes one more day for business and then the last 5 days as a vacation he said ok cool then signed off. After he gave me his address and signed off I went and googled the address he gave me,not only was he about 2 hours from me but the address he sent me from the look on Google maps it looked like a really nice big house but in the back of the house there was another building attached to it. It looked like a night club or something like that but there was no sign on it no name or anything and it looked like it was abandoned but in the parking lot on the other side of the building was completely filled with cars and the picture must of been taken near or close to sundown and this parking lot looked like it could holdup to at least 50 cars. I checked to see if it was a paid parking lot and the only information I could find was it was a private parking lot along with the building. The next day went by without hearing a word from him and the day I was to his place I still hadn't heard from him and I was to meet up with him within the next 4 hours so I sent him a message just to make sure we were still on. I had 2 and half hours left to meet up with him and still hadn't heard from him. I thought that if we weren't going to meet up he would have let me know. So I grabbed what I needed for the ride and what I thought I would need for his place, I wasn't sure if I was going to be staying the night or not because it wasn't discussed so I didn't bring a change of clothes with me. I had my tang top on with a pair of jeans and a jock strap a and a small bag with my lube toothbrush and toothpaste and that was it. I was halfway to his house when I pulled into a rest stop and saw that I had a mess3from him asking if I was still coming and that he had hope so because him and his BF had everything prepared for me showing up. I was thinking what did they have to prepare for me showing up. I sent him a message back saying that I was about an hour away and that I should be there by 6. He said cool that I didn't have to worry about grabbed anything to eat as they had sandwich meats there and other stuff to eat if didn't want sandwich meat I told him I was going to stop and pick up a 6 pack of Pepsi. I was in the area of his place by 5:40 so I decided to drive around the block and see if I could get a better look at the building it definitely was attached to his place and there were no signs saying what the place was and it looked like all the windows were boarded up and when I turned the corner there were a few cars in the parking lot so I pulled in rolled my window to see if I could hear anything and I couldn't so I pulled out of the parking lot and drove around the block and pulled into his driveway and up to the front of the house. I was greeted by Shawn the guy I had been talking to at the door. He stood at least 5'10 hard brown hair and eyes about 160 and somewhat muscular and all he had on was a jock strap and from the bulge in the jock strap you could clearly see that he was huge. He smiled as he rub his cock and said we're happy that you didn't back out and invited me in. As we made our way to the kitchen he took my 6 pack of Pepsi and did you want 1 or anything to eat I had told him I ate before I received his mess3but I will take a Pepsi he said ok. He pulled the 6 pack back out and took a Pepsi from it and handed me it. As we were waiting for his BF to come back we were just talking and as I was drinking my Pepsi I started to feel really light headed and hot as well as very horny that was the last thing I remembered. PT.2 coming very soon writing it now be posted in a day or two. If I get enough people who want to hear more of what on and happened this will either have 3 or 4 chapters. I have other stories as well- 31 replies
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People say, “Never meet your hero.” Whether it’s driving your dream car or actually meeting your idol in real life, there’s the risk you’ll be disappointed. It’s always a gamble. I feel it’s true for sex as well. You can have the most fucked up fantasies that make you cum far harder than your ordinary, vanilla fantasies—the kind of orgasm that curls your toes and give you a charlie horse. But what happens when the opportunity presents itself to live out one of those perverted desires that gnaw away on your brain during every waking moment of your life? Do you give into your lusts? Do you overcome the fear that springs forth when you’re confronted with the chance to be bad? Do you ignore all the people that have always told you, “Some fantasies should just remain fantasies.”? Do you give in willingly to the demon inside which is tempting you with depravity? Or, do you need some help in slipping down into the dark morass that has been building and bubbling up within you all this time? When Jay took me to the glory-hole for the first time, it unleashed a ravenous devil within me. All of my darkest desires that had previously made me fantasize about sucking and fucking anonymous cock had been magically transformed within in that tiny, smelly buddy-booth. I had lived out the intangible. I suppose there was always the possibility that my fantasies of how incredible it would be to be a glory-hole slut would be revealed as horrible lies in the actual throes of carnal action. I could have hated letting that first cock slip between my lips. I could have cried in pathetic regret as Jay allowed an unsheathed stranger’s cock to slide into my ass and proceed to pump me full of unknown seed. But, that didn’t happen. Instead, it was as if I was proven right. The truth about myself was exposed; I was a deplorable slut and now Jay and I both knew it. Not one to take his foot off the pedal of depravity when it came to me, Jay and I were going to an unknown location in the middle of the night the following Friday after our glory-hole adventure. I was dressed in a pair of loose, nylon tennis shorts with no underwear, a tank-top and some sneakers. I definitely didn’t feel dressed up, but my lack of underwear underneath my loose shorts made it clear that I was dressed for easy access not as a fashion statement. This fact made me feel like a completely disposable whore, but that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. The hornier I was, the more likely I was going to make the type of bad decisions we both enjoyed taking place. It was almost midnight when he pulled off at an exit and stopped at a 24-hour truck stop. Curiously, he parked rather far from the front door of the convenience mart. We were off to the side of a line of idling trucks and underneath a broken parking lot light. Jay disappeared into the store area while I sat alone contemplating the uncertain night ahead. I wondered how sore my throat or asshole were going to be 12 hours from now. I watched a tiny version of Jay through the windows of the store. He darted up and down aisles looking for things. Finally, he along with a rather burly looking trucker exited the store at the same time. Both men stopped on the edge of the sidewalk in front of the store and were clearly talking. Did he know this guy? Was this going to be my evening’s entertainment? Jay and the bearded trucker continued talking until I saw Jay point towards his car with me nervously situated in it. “Seriously?” I thought as some nerves began to take root in me. It’s too bad that my cock didn’t know better as it poked down and out the left leg of my shorts—its pink head and some shaft clearly showing. Both men began walking towards the car with Jay holding a white, plastic bag in his left hand. I could feel my heart thumping away and my pucker clenching like a vise. Perhaps I wasn’t the bastion of slutdom that I thought I had so easily become thanks to a few hours in a glory-hole 7 days prior. Jay opened my door and told me to get out. I stood up outside the car with my awkward boner popping out the bottom of my shorts. “See! I told you he’d be hard,” Jay said. The stranger grabbed the exposed part of my cock and I shivered. He ran his large hand up my shaft until my shorts got pulled over my cock and balls. “Mmmhh that’s a nice cock there boy,” he grunted while stroking me. I remained dumbfounded and silent. “It’s nice, but this is his real prize,” Jay said turning me to face the car. The trucker had let go of my dick as I turned and jay pulled my shorts down. I knew what was expected of me in this moment despite my fears and anxiety trying to make me forget. I bent over and placed my hands on the edge of the passenger seat I was just sitting in. As I spread my feet apart, the trucker commented, “And already trained I see.” I suddenly felt a pair of hands on my ass that I assumed was the trucker’s. “He has...potential for sure,” Jay replied. Somehow his words seemed to turn me on as the trucker’s meaty paws squeezed and pulled at my cheeks. I looked down between my legs as saw the trucker get down on his knees. The next instant I felt a wiry beard scraping against my soft ass and a tongue lapping at my hole. The stranger bathed my tiny, pink hole with his immensely wet tongue. “Mmmhh it tastes as yummy as it looks.” While I couldn’t quite see, I could hear him begin tugging vigorously on his cock as he kept trying to force his tongue inside my asshole. It was the first time anyone had rimmed me, and I’d be lying if I said it was anything less than amazing. It dawned on me as the tip of his tongue had finally managed to force itself inside me that this was taking place in a relatively open, public space. I could hear trucks coming and going in front of Jay’s car where I was having my fuckhole tongued. I wondered what they might be thinking as they saw us. Perhaps this wasn’t something entirely uncommon—just another set of truck-stop holes getting used. What if more truckers were lining up behind me for their turn? The thought was as scary as it was titillating. Lost in thought about what people might be thinking about us and who might be next with my body, I didn’t even notice that the trucker had stood up and had stopped rimming my now soaking wet hole. “Do you mind if I…” the stranger asked. “Not at all, but it looks like you may have a hard time getting that in there,” Jay said with an impish chuckle. Oh god...this guy must have a monster dick. I grasped onto the edge of the seat as hard as I could and bit my lower lip. I could feel the copious amounts of slobber running down my balls as I waited for the inevitable. “I also don’t have…” the stranger started to say before Jay interrupted. “He likes it raw. He had his first raw cock at a glory-hole just last Friday and fell in love with being impregnated like the bitch-boy he is. Isn’t that right, slut?” I was instantly relieving in glorious detail that anon dick sliding between my cheeks and into my nervously, tight and quivering ass. God, it felt so wrong but so fucking good. My lips parted briefly, “Yes, Sir,” I moaned before biting my lip again. “That’s not very enthusiastic,” Jay admonished. “Ask this man for his cum inside you. Tell him how much you crave a stranger’s cum injected deep into your boy cunt.” A nervous as I was in the moment, being talked to like that by Jay always unleashed a dark energy in me. I would become something sub-human. He knew the exact right things to say to keep me in the insane moment at hand no matter how much my logical brain told me to stop behaving immorally. “Please, Sir,” I moaned. “He’s right. I crave dick inside me. Any cock. Any time. Please fuck me full of your cum. My body needs cum to survive.” The words flowed past my lips unfettered by any sense of right or wrong. They just lept forth from me seemingly beyond my control. Perhaps it was the demon within taking charge now and I was just a bystander. “Fuck yeah,” he moaned as I felt him pressing the giant head of his cock against my wet hole. “Ohhh god,” I moaned softly as my fingers went white clutching the seat in front of me. “No god here, boy. Just my fat cock ruining your asshole in a truck-stop parking lot.” I grunted in pain but kept my teeth firmly biting down on my lower lip. I shut my eyes. All I could picture was a baseball bat trying to force itself inside me. The trucker grabbed my hips and pulled me backward as he pushed even harder forwards. My hole may have been slightly penetrated by his tongue, but it was by no means ready to be busted open by his king kong cock. “Fuuuuck,” I grunted in agony. He was finally making progress violating me. It felt like my asshole was slowly being stretched open to the point of tearing. “At least if it tore open, you’d take his fat prick easier. Men love busting open a fresh cunt like yours,” the demon teased softly in my mind. “Ooohhh fuck,” I moaned. Suddenly, I could feel him pop inside me. There was a brief reprieve in pain and the sensation of being torn apart, but then he began throttling my ass like a cheap whore. The pain and feeling of be split into two was now a constant sensation along with the added feeling of being impaled by a bowling pin. The stranger grunted deeply as his fingers dug into the soft flesh of my hips. The sounds of his balls and thighs slapping against my ass seemed to echo in my ears—even over the sounds of all the traffic around us. The only interruption to the symphony of my anal assault were the moments when he’d stopped momentarily to spit on his engorged shaft before returning to his animalistic humping. It’s not like the teaspoon of spit even made a difference. I was essentially being dry-fucked by an elephant’s cock. The intense pounding seemed to go on forever. My legs and arms were quivering, and my asshole...my asshole was on fire. Several staccato pumps followed by an unholy growl and grunt echoed in the car where my head was. I felt his heavy, hairy balls come to rest against my own. Now the once forceful pumping had become a few, brief twitches as he began fertilizing my ass. I could see it perfectly; his swollen head spurting thick ropes of off-white cum into my bowels. My torn up and raw insides would be suddenly drenched in his thick spunk, and then it would slowly pool up and begin to become absorbed. Soon his seed pumped painfully deep inside me at this random truck-stop parking lot would fuse with me. I opened my eyes finally and looked between my legs. My cock was achingly hard. A glistening string of precum hung several inches from my tip—lightly swaying in the breeze of this depraved night. After about a minute, I could feel the once impossibly hard dick inside me gong flaccid. His balls now fully drained inside me, the trucker’s cock slid out from my gaping asshole with a squelching sound. “Mmmh that was quite the treat. You’d make some good money whoring this bitch out to guys parked here on a night like tonight. We get tired of the same old lot lizards and their busted holes. Some fresh meat would be greatly appreciated.” “That’s tempting and something I hadn’t considered. But unfortunately, I’ve got other plans for him tonight. Maybe next Friday night,” Jay replied. “Put him in a skirt, a slutty top and some heels and you’d rake in the cash. I’d better get back to my delivery though. Thanks for the cum dump,” the nameless trucker said zipping up and walking away. I started to stand up when Jay immediately intervened. “Kneel down in the seat with you head down and ass up in the air hanging out the door.” I climbed onto the seat and got in to position while wondering how much of my donor’s cum had been absorbed. I could hear Jay going through the plastic shopping bag he had come out of the mini-mart with. The sounds of cardboard boxes opening was followed by him tossing two green boxes onto the floorboard next to me. “Fleet disposable enema,” I silently read. No sooner than I realized what was about to happen, I felt the rough tip of a nozzle being pushed into my asshole. I grunted softly as it scraped against my raw flesh and listened to the sounds of him squeezing the bottle. “Here,” he said. “Hold this one.” Jay reached in and handed me the deformed, empty bottle of enema solution. Then I felt another prick as he pushed the tip of the second bottle into me. This time I felt the fluid rushing into my bowels as he squeezed every last drop from the bottle. Reaching into the car, he opened his glovebox and produced an extra-large, bright red silicone buttplug. Jay wasted no time in pushing it into place in my quivering fuckhole. I still felt uncommonly loose and sore after the pounding I had just received. Next, Jay grabbed the bag, boxes and my empty enema bottle. “Take this trash over to bin over there.” “By the bathroom door?” I said hesitantly. “Yes. Hurry up. We don’t have much time with all that in your ass.” I stood up feeling the large base of my plug rubbing against my soft ass-cheeks. I started to pull up my shorts that were laying on the ground outside the car. “No. No shorts.” I would protest but I knew that it would be futile. With my cock still hard despite the circumstances, I quickly walked across the parking lot towards the trash bin near the outside bathroom’s door. Several truckers walking to and from the mini-mart cat-called me. I could feel my face burning red with embarrassment even as my dick continued to leak. As I returned back to the car, Jay had a devious smile on his face. “Maybe we should come back here next Friday night. You aren’t even dressed up and you’re getting a lot of attention.” Jay stuck his arm out towards me. My shorts hung from his pointing index finger. “I could always use some fun money. Would you like to earn me some money?” Grabbing my shorts and slipping them on, I found myself saying that I’d love to be his whore without even thinking twice about it. We got back into the car and resumed our trip to a destination I was still oblivious to. Twenty minutes later I could feel the churning in my guts. The double-dose of enema solution was kicking in. Even my upper lip was beginning to sweat as I twisted and winced in my seat. Jay laughed and grabbed my cock with this right hand as he drove. “That ass about ready to explode?” “Yes, Sir,” I whimpered as my abdominal discomfort was at odds with his stroking of my dick. “I need to go soon...really soon.” “Almost there,” he said taking the next exit that appeared around the bend in the highway. We drove a short bit in what appeared to be the middle of nowhere when suddenly a large metal building appeared sitting nestled among the tall trees. As we pulled into the gravel lot, I could see the signage indicating it was an adult bookstore and theater. My heart began to race with anticipation. There was a surprising amount of cars, pickups, and even a few semis scattered piecemeal on the expansive, poorly lit lot. Jay drove us to the farthest, darkest corner of the lost and backed into an unmarked spot. Turning off the car, he looked at me. “Okay then. Do your business.” “Where?” I asked legitimately confused. “Right there. In the grass behind us of course. Go on, before you shit all over the inside of my car. I suppose I shouldn’t have been surprised. I don’t know what I expected to happen. So, I carefully got out of the car with cramps raging through my guts. I had to hold onto the side of his car and stay bent over partially or it felt like I was going to die. You could hear the gurgling and bubbling deep with my bowels. Jay had gotten out as well and was already behind the car by the time I was able to limp back there. I slipped off my shorts once again and placed them on the trunk. I look over at Jay who had his phone out and was recording me, but I didn’t have time to give that fact much thought. I had to shit so badly that I just needed relief no matter what. I got down on my hands and knees and reached behind me to find the base of the plug. With a firm grip, I yanked it out as fast a humanly possible and pushed my ass backwards. A torrential out-pouring of shit and enema liquid exploded from me. I couldn’t help but moan a deep sigh of relief as the brown fountain seemed to go on forever. I eventually looked up to see Jay rubbing his cock through his pants while still recording me. A few wet farts and grunts later, literally everything that was inside my intestines had been blasted over the grass and into the trees behind me. I don’t think I had ever felt so utterly empty before. Jay reached into the open window of the backseat and tossed a packet of wet-wipes in front of me. I looked back up into the phone’s camera. “Now you clean up.” I found it oddly erotic wiping my ass while he recorded me. Thankfully, the enema had done most of the work and it only took a few wipes before I was sparkling clean. “All done, boy?” “Yes, Sir,” I said standing up. “Good boy. Put your shorts on and sit back down in the passenger seat.” I slipped my shorts over my semi-erect cock and returned to car. Jay fumbled around in the trunk before walking to me with his hands behind his back. “What’s going on?” “It’s time to make this evening fun for you,” he said while showing his hands. In one he had a syringe and in the other a rubber tourniquet. “No no...I don’t do,” I started to say. “Shhhh...it’s just a little happy juice to help you enjoy tonight more. So you don’t get...overwhelmed by all the attention.” By that point I could feel the tourniquet squeezing my arm tightly while Jay tapped on the inside of my forearm just below my elbow. I closed my eyes just in time to feel the prick of the needle pierce my skin. It burned at first as he began to depress the plunger, but after a few brief moments the burning turned in an overwhelming warmth. I could feel it traveling through every inch of my body until I was embraced completely. I felt like I had begun to float on a pillowy-soft cloud high above my body which itself had begun to slouch into the passenger seat. I felt detached from my brain and all of its useless thoughts of anxiety and morality. Jay chuckled, “Look at you all relaxed and happy. Time to start the fun.” He reached down and helped me to my feet. I practically floated above the ground as we walked across the lot toward the entrance. Once inside, he didn’t bother to parade me through the aisles like in the other sex store. Instead, we meandered through a darkened hallway into a private theater. The room was built as a stadium with five tiers and each tier had five, four-person leather couches placed side-by-side. In the front of the room at ground level was a long carpeted bench that was full enclosed a few feet from the projector screen that had porn playing. We moved up to the middle row and sat down in the middle of the center couch. The black, cum-stained couch felt like heaven as my body absorbed into it. The porno playing was a blurry mess in my eyes, but the audio of the hardcore fucking taking place had brought my drugged cock to life. As I haphazardly pawed at my erection with my shorts still on, a stranger suddenly slid into the cushion next to me on our couch. His hand moved mine off to my side and then slid under my shorts. He began playing with my loose balls and rubbing the palm of his hand against the length of my shaft. Jay grabbed my right hand and placed it on his rock-hard cock that he had snuck out of his pants without my knowledge. As I began stroking Jay’s dick, the stranger on my left had worked some fingers down between my legs and was toying with my hole. I was moaning like a bitch in heat and wiggling my hips around to give him access. I suppose my moaning and gyrating had drawn some attention from the other patrons. My eyes caught the blurry visage of a hulking man moving up the stairs towards us. This Goliath came down our row and came to stand directly in front of me. He dropped his shorts to reveal the biggest, blackest cock I have ever seen. As the waistband snapped over his cock’s enormous mushroom tip, his dick bounced and swayed wildly until it came to rest hanging down at a slight angle. “You’re fucking huge,” I said drugged out of my mind. All three men surrounding me laughed as Jay reached into his pockets and pulled out a small, travel-sized, bottle of lube and handed it to the hung black guy. As he began rubbing the lube all up and down the massive appendage between his legs, Jay had quickly pulled off my shorts. Both he and the stranger to my left pulled both of my legs to my chest with their hands under my thighs. I sunk further down into the couch and felt my ass spread open wide. “You’re going to fuck me?” I asked in a soft, mumbled voice. “Of course he is,” Jay said. “That’s why you’re here tonight.” I looked down between my legs as his dark tip disappeared below my own cock and balls. “Ooh fuck!” I moaned. “He’s too big for me...I can’t...There’s no way,” I exclaimed as I reached to push him back from me as the head do his dick began to press against my asshole. “Just relax,” Jay soothed. “Let the drugs help you take him as deep and hard as he wants. Give your pussy to him.” I moved my hands to my sides and resigned to the fate that was unwinding. I watched in disbelief as the massive, black snake in front of me began to disappear into me. I couldn’t feel the extreme pain I expected to feel of him clearly busting my hole open with his enormous dick. All I could feel was a mild discomfort and tugging on my hole as his shimmering, lubed shaft began pumping in and out of me. It was a complete mind-fuck to be fucked so hard by something so big and not be able to really enjoy or even hate it. I felt more like a doll than an actual boy—some kind of “thing” existing between the living realm and Purgatory. “Does is hurt?” Jay asked. “N...n...no,” I moaned. “I don’t feel anything.” “Just like a disposable fleshlight,” he replied. “Made to never feel; just be fucked, filled and thrown away.” “Ohhh fuck,” I moaned right as the stranger’s large hands wrapped around my throat and began to squeeze. “That’s right,” he grunted as he leaned into me and began pounding me as hard as he could. “A little, white fucktoy for every man here to use up tonight.” My resulting moan as a result of his perversely-true words came out as a struggling gasp as his grip continued to tighten. My vision began to narrow as he ruthlessly pounded my numbed body into submission. My mouth was open wanting to breathe, but his grip rendered that fruitless. Instead, he chose to lean forward and spit directly into it and laugh. Eventually, as I felt I was about to pass out, the stranger in me grunted and remained motionless. I couldn’t feel anything, but I knew he was impregnating me with his seed. I wanted to feel something other than numb and empty-headed. I wanted to feel the rush that I did the previous Friday taking my first anonymous load in the buddy-booth. Instead, I just sat their bent in half pushed into the couch gasping for air as my insides were coated with strange cum. I had expected Jay and the stranger on my left to release my legs when the hulk between my legs pulled out of my ass and disappeared into the blurry darkness. Instead, another strange man was there stroking his bare cock at the entrance to my stretched hole. In he went without anyone saying a word—all while the moans and grunts from the porno playing filled the room. I noticed a small crowd of men around us. Some were standing over us from the tiered-row behind our couch. I could see them stroking their cocks overhead. Others stood in the row below us and some appeared to be waiting in line on either side of us. One thing that many had in common was their cellphones capturing everything. From flashes of light of still photos being taken, to the constant glare of their camera phone’s light as they video recorded me being violated, in my current drugged state it was a messy blur of action all happening at once. Jay was right. Had I not been injected with his happy juice, I probably would have been overwhelmed. And, bizarrely, there was something comforting about existing merely as a numb, brainless vessel for these men to enjoy. The little jackrabbit inside me second was far less girthy than the colossus before him. Perhaps he thought fucking me lightning fast would make me feel something. Sadly, he was wrong. I was barely aware his cock was inside me. Still, being inside my pre-stretched and seeded hole didn’t seem to both him. He happily grunted and thrusted away at his fucktoy. I felt something welling up with me I thought, but it was hard to be sure. Before I could really process what was going on, I had started pissing even with my cock solidly hard. That was a strange first for me. The stranger holding my left leg up against my chest grabbed my cock with his remaining free hand and aimed it directly at my face. Soon my hot piss was showering my face. Jay quickly latched onto the opportunity and opened my mouth with two fingers. It was the first time that piss had ever crossed my lips. I didn’t even think to spit it out. Instead, I greedily swallowed my warm nectar and felt it disappear down the back of my throat and into my belly. Some of the guys behind us must have enjoyed this. As urine slowly petered out from my cock leaving me with a soaked face and shirt, ropes of cum came shooting down onto me. I was suddenly a very filthy, wet, sex toy. My little jackrabbit fucker quickly drained in balls into me—perhaps not wanting to get any errant cum on himself. Jay pulled me out of my bent position and had me climb onto my knees on the couch. As soon as my head and arms went over the back of the couch, a pair of hands had grabbed my head and a cock was thrust down into my throat. I’m sure that I gagged and spit up as he began to face-fuck me, but everything was so ethereal and muted. As men took turns fucking my mouth and filling my belly with either cum or sometimes their piss, my asshole never seemed to be left unplugged. I don’t even largely recall things after this point. It became a blur of cocks slipping in and out of my drugged body. I was there. I was conscious. But, I existed on the outside—watching this theater slut being used over and over like a rag-doll. At some point, I slipped back partially into reality. Jay was driving us on the highway. My shorts were back on and my top was on as well (albeit covered in dried piss and cum). My stomach felt full to the point of me nearly puking. My mouth and throat were subtly aching, yet my asshole seemed nonexistent. I assumed I was still under the effects of whatever he shot into my arm. With my head leaning against the B-pillar, I watched the lights of the city emerge. We were close to home. I couldn’t really conjure the energy to talk as we pulled into his driveway. He carefully walked me into his place and laid me down on a guest bed still clothed and reeking of sex. I could see the morning sun’s rays starting to filter into the room as I closed my eyes. I slept for the next 12 hours dreaming that I had become sort sort of fuckable mannequin that was thoroughly abused in some dark warehouse. When I finally woke up and stumbled out into Jay’s living room, I could see him watching video he had recorded of the previous night on his TV. I saw myself bent over the couch with my holes being pummeled and a blank, doll-like expression on my face. “There’s my little theater slut!” Jay said stroking his cock on the couch. “I was about to come wake you up with this.” I moved slowly forward pulling my dirty shorts down. “That’s a good boy,” he said with a devilish smile.
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This is based on a true story and it happened just about 4 years ago. I had been fairly new to the scene had probably fooled around with about 6 guys mostly giving and receiving oral and had been fucked once. I was on this hookup site and had been talking with this guy for a couple days trying to get a feel for him as he was for me. He asked me what I was into and what I wasn't. I told him that I was fairly new to the scene and had probably fooled around with about a half of a dozen men mostly giving and receiving oral and had been fucked once. Some of the things I would like to try is some ass play more on receiving and maybe some toys but til I have more experience getting fucked. He told me that he was versatile(more a versatile bottom) and how he likes to get fucked and have toys used on him(he had sent me some pictures of the toys he had) and that he had a lot of toys and most of them were very big and thick. He also said that he had a playroom that had a sling,a fuck bench and some other things. He asked if I ever PNP. I asked him what did he mean(never heard or did T) he said some guy like to PNP with T because they are more wild and like feeling that warm rushing feeling. I said I don't think that I could do anything like that(for personal reasons.) He seemed ok with it. We decided to meet up that following weekend at his place. He had informed me that he had a couple roommates but that they probably would be out for the night. I had gotten there on a Friday night around 8 and we started talking. His name was Chris he was about 5'10 160 lbs with short brown hair and eyes and he had a goatee and about 55 years old. He was in good shape and from what I could make out from the sweat pants he had on he was more than average size(and cut.) While talking he asked if I wanted anything to drink so I said sure he went to the cabinet and grabbed 2 glasses as he did I noticed him looking in the glasses( figured he was making sure that they were clean,come to find out the glass he gave me had G in it.) He handed me my glass and I took a big gulp as I was thirsty. We talked some more I had finished the glass he gave me and I had asked if I could use the bathroom and he pointed me towards the bathroom when I had come back out the glass was full again and he said grab your drink and let me show you the playroom. As we were walking to the playroom I was taking sips from the glass and I started to feel funny(but in a good way) I felt a little light headed and really horny but I didn't think it was from the drink he gave me because I had watched him pour the juice in it. And he seemed perfectly normal so it couldn't be the juice. When we got to the playroom I was starting to feel really hot and asked if it was ok to take my shirt off he looked at me and asked if I was feeling ok and I said yeah I just started to feel really hot and he said ok as he was showing me around the room I couldn't help looking back to the sling(it was a nice size one and it had straps on all 4 chains that held the sling up that was hanging in the middle of the room and the fuck bench looked very comfortable as the padding on it was thick( just by feeling it) he noticed that I kept looking over at the sling and he said you like that. For the first time I went to say yes but it sounded like I started to slur my words and I was feeling really light headed and more horny than I had ever felt. He said you sure your ok you don't look good. I said I just feel a little light head and he said why don't you get in the sling here I will help you. As he helped me into the sling and I laid back he took my left wrist and put in the strap that was behind me and tightened it up and did the same to the right wrist but I didn't notice it at first as I was still feeling light headed and I wasn't really paying attention to him until he started to remove my pants as I went to stop him that's when I realized that he had strapped my wrist up and he continued to remove my pants and boxers off then he took my left leg and pulled it back til he thought it was in the right place and then did the same to my right leg as he put the straps on my ankles. After he was done I could feel that my ass was slightly lifted up and off the sling. I asked him what is he doing and he said that he had plans for me and that he wasn't a versatile bottom and that he likes to make guys think that he is and once he gets guys here he likes to get them high(he had told me the reason I feel the way I do is because he had put some G in my drink) and likes to have other guys come and use the guy he invited over. He said when he saw and read my profile that he waited to message me til he was sure that he could get a few guys he knew would be interested in using me. Then he said he had placed something on another site he belonged to and said that he would be hosting a new guy who wants to be used and that he likes big cocks and toys. He said that he was surprised by all the guys who were interested and most suggested that it would be even hotter that if the guy was feeling wild and piggy as he walked over to the table and opened up a black bag that was on the table and pulled out a bag that had something that was clear and crystal like and crushed it up and then he pulled out a needle and put some of that clear crystal like substance in the needle and then he put some water in it. After he shook it up for a minute or 2 and then he grabbed what I knew was a tourniquet and put it around my arm and tightened it up and just before he put the needle in my vein he said this should be good to start with as I noticed that he had about a .4 and once he saw the blood he said away we go as I watched him push the plunger down and just before he finished pushing what was in the needle I started to cough and this feeling I never experienced before started to take over my body. I felt this warm rushing feeling run threw my entire body and it felt like my asshole was on fire I literally could feel it pulsing and throbbing. He pulled the needle out and said how you feeling as he stood where my ass was and said you must be feeling good as I felt him start to rub my pulsing and throbbing hole and I couldn't stop him if I wanted to as my wrist were still strapped up. Then he went to his bag again and pulled out another needle but this one didn't have a needle on it and he filled it half way what I thought was water(but it was more G) then he put a little bit of lube on and in my hole as he stuck the needleless needle in my hole and I could feel my hole start to burn a little bit and he said it will only last a minute or 2 but It will make me feel really good I had already started to feel good from the slam he gave me but once that g started to kick in my only thought was to have my hole played with or fucked really good. He said that his friends will be here soon and that he had to go get ready as well then he walked behind me and put a blindfold on me and then he unstrapped one of my wrist and said you will need this it's a bottle of poppers. I was thinking why would I need poppers he said that he will be back soon. I heard him moving around and then I felt something wet in around my hole and whatever it was he made sure that there was plenty and then I heard the door open but right before he shut the door I heard this noise and felt something pushing against my hole as he said enjoy it and shut the door I couldn't believe he had not just left me like this and to top it all off he had lied to me and now I am so high and horny and I can't get away. Even though he unstrapped one of my wrist I couldn't reach my other wrist or my ankles to unstrapped them. And then whatever was pushed up against my hole had slowly starting to open and stretch my hole I took a hit from the poppers and I could feel my muscles in my hole start to relax and then whatever was going in my hole drew back. I put the poppers on my chest and took the blindfold off and when I looked down between my legs that were still pulled back I saw this big and thick dildo(one that I definitely was not use to playing with) and it was attached to a fucking machine and it started to push back in my hole as I started to moan then I heard the motor start to get a little louder as the machine seemed to go a little faster. This continued for about 15-20 minutes and I was so high and horny and the dildo was now going faster and deeper that unconsciously I started to move my hips back and forth meeting each fasting thrust and then my hips started to move up and down as well as back and forth, I never felt my hole being opened and stretched like that I was so into getting fucked by this big and thick dildo that was not only opening and stretching my hole up but now it's going in and out of my hole that I didn't even hear Chris come back into the room til he started talking and when I looked I saw him standing behind the fucking machine looking at my hole getting fucked fast and deep he said well it looks like your ready for the real thing as he stopped the machine moved it away and walked to the table opened the baggie up and pulled something out of it walked back to me and started to push 2 fingers in my hole and I felt some burning as his fingers slid out then he said my 3 friends should be here soon and they want you primed up and ready to get your holes used More to come soon
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My boyfriend and I scored an invite to this huge New Year’s Eve bash thrown by a gay couple in their late-forties/early-fifties. They had lots of money and used it to get beautiful, athletic college men to come over and get unbelievably drunk and high—guests at these parties are almost always in a fraternity and/or play a varsity sport. We thought we might get invited at some point—he’s in a fraternity and I made varsity swim team my first year—but guys typically did not start getting invited until their junior or senior year. So we were quite surprised when one of his fraternity brothers handed us both invites; we were just as surprised to learn that he was going with his roommate. They were both seniors and unbelievably hot. He was an all-american jock-type—captain of the lacrosse team, honor roll, that type; his roommate was on the wrestling team and had that perfect ass wrestlers get, which he loved to show off at any opportunity. “Congrats, boys. Now you get to play with the men—though I wonder if it might be the other way around.” He grabbed my ass as he said the last part, and gave me a wink as he walked away. The night of the party, we rode in the lacrosse stud’s SUV through the foothills outside Boulder. When we finally reached the house, it did not disappoint. It was this amazing glass structure with views of the front range from almost every room. And the party was unbelievable. Several hundred of the most beautiful college-aged men I’d ever seen were wandering through the house in various states of undress. We were offered drinks—and pills and lines—as soon as we walked in the door. I’ve always been a bit wary of any drug other than alcohol, so I was only drinking. But my bf and his frat brothers were happy to take anything that sounded fun. We lost his frat brothers for a while but eventually found them kissing by the pool wearing nothing but speedos. At first they were just casually making out but it quickly became very intense—and hot—with the roommate blowing the lacrosse team captain for a good fifteen minutes before stopping to say, “Take me home and fuck me, baby.” “How can I deny such a fucking stud?” the lacrosse captain said as he pushed his roommate—though it was probably more accurate to say his boyfriend or at least live-in fuck buddy—back down on his hard cock. He asked if were ready to leave, but it was only half past midnight and we wanted to stay bit longer. “I totally understand guys; let me find the hosts so we can figure this out.” He pulled out of his bud’s mouth and tried to stuff his very big dick into what was now a too small pair of speedos. He was back pretty quickly with the older of the hosts—a muscle-daddy type in his early fifties with dark hair just starting to turn gray and piercing blue eyes. “So you two don’t want to leave? I don’t blame you. I’m not sure anyone else is heading in your direction, but there’s an extra bedroom you can use.” As soon as we agreed to stay in the spare room, the two studs left to go back to the frat. “Apparently, they really wanted to fuck.” I said to the host. To which he responded, “Do you blame them?” which made us both laugh. Something my bf had taken was clearly kicking in—he was having trouble focusing and sweat was just pouring out of him. “Let’s find that room for you—I think he’s going to need somewhere to pass out before too long.” The host and I made small talk as we wandered through the party—he was incredibly charming and a bit flirtatious. He kept dropping hints that he would be happy to fill in for my boyfriend tonight since by this point we had to prop him up. The bedroom that he thought we could use already had guests in it—about a dozen guys watching as three boys were being fucked side by side at the end of the bed. When one of the tops shot their load another guy in the room would immediately take his place. “Looks like this room won’t work, but I can’t say that I’m sorry. This is one of the hottest scenes we’ve had at these parties—it would be wrong to stop it.” We stood in the doorway for a minute or so watching. The host was transfixed by the boy getting fucked in the center, who looked very young—almost too young. And he was getting fucked harder than the other two boys by a bigger dick—all the while begging for more. “How can he be asking for more and harder?” I asked quite incredulously. The host turned from the doorway stating simply, “Because he’s unfathomably high on t and g right now.” “That was our only unoccupied guest bedroom. We could see if anyone was willing to drive you down to Boulder, though I don’t think anyone that is still here would be sober enough to drive for some time. It might be possible to call a cab, but probably not on New Year’s Eve. Hmm… Well, we do have a couple of twin beds in our master bedroom that are not being used at the moment, though you may find it strange to sleep in them.” I must have had a very confused look on my face because he quickly explained they were for their two houseboys to store their clothing and supplies as well as to use as a place to sleep when for whatever reason they did not sleep in the big bed with the two of them. The host led us to a very nondescript door that turned out to be an elevator that would only activate with a 10 digit code. When the elevator doors opened we stepped into a very large, open space that almost had a warehouse feel to it. Except that instead of concrete walls it was all glass—somehow making it feel like the space was floating and that we were completely exposed to the world around us. The only actual walls on the entire floor were in the center near where the elevator opened up. As we walked around the space, it became clear that it had been designed for them as a space to live and work while also serving as one big sex playroom. We stopped by a fully stocked bar so he could get us drinks—but the whole area around the bar looked and felt like a sleazy leather bar. There was an area with slings and another with a couch facing a huge tv screen. Their bed was along one of the walls and was enormous—you could have easily fit six people in it. Somehow on each side of the elaborate bed frame there was a semi-private alcove with a twin mattress and shelves filled with clothing and supplies for fucking and playing—lubes, gear, underwear, clothing, dildos, and many things that I could not even imagine how one would be able to use during sex. “Ah, I told you it might be strange. Some of the more unusual toys and gears are on the other side, so let’s take your boyfriend there to sleep off whatever he took. And my husband loves frat boys so a naked one passed out in his bed is a nice way to start off the year.” He gave me a quick wink and threw my boyfriend over his shoulders in a fireman’s carry, which kind of turned me on. I followed him to the other side where the shelves were covered in leather and rubber gear, ropes and other restraints, and a bunch of other very specific looking equipment. “A lot of this is for piss play,” the host mentioned with an odd smile as he quickly stripped everything off my boyfriend and laid him ass up on the small bed in the space. “Very hot ass—you have excellent taste, boy.” I was a bit startled—but also turned on—when he called me “boy,” but I didn’t have much time to think about it before he was leading me back to other side of the bed. I was starting to feel really tired and had to fight to keep my eyes open. “I think I’m ready to get some sleep, if that’s okay.” I said before drifting off. When I woke up a few hours later, it was to the feeling of being fucked slowly and deeply by a very thick cock—stretching my hole to its limits. I had no idea who was fucking me and didn’t really remember where I was, so I started to look around a bit to see if I recognized anything. “Ah, my hot little boy is finally awake. Daddy’s been waiting for you—I think I gave you a bit too much g. You’ve been out for a few hours, but I couldn’t resist your ass.” It all came rushing back to me—the New Year’s Party at the two older guys house. Somehow I ended up in bed with one of them—but where was my boyfriend? I realized I could see everything because of mirrors on the ceiling and in the headboard, so I finally saw that it was the same muscle daddy from earlier who was fucking me now. I could see his partner having some fun on the other side of the bed, but wasn’t able to really concentrate on him or anything else because my ass was suddenly being pounded much harder and faster. It was starting to be too much when he went back to his long, slow strokes and whispered in my ear, “You have an amazing ass, boy—one that daddy needs to spend some time getting to know. I loved sliding inside you while you were passed out. I can’t wait to do it again and again and again.” He started to really pound me as he talked about knocking me out and fucking me over and over, causing me to start moaning and panting. And then he stopped just as abruptly as he started and pulled completely out of me. “I think it’s time we got you really fucked up, boy…”
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Off camera: This is a story based on truth and some fiction. It contains drug use, bareback sex, group sex, rape, and more. if you don't believe the premise of this story, check out any gangbang video by Devil's own, or similar companies. Damn was I excited. Here I was in LA, finally far away from Aurora, CO and my nagging bitch of a girlfriend, about to walk in to the studio where I’d be getting paid some serious cash, just to fuck a bunch of hot pussy on camera. I’d come a long way from where I was a year ago. Back then, I was living with my girlfriend, working construction, drinking myself to sleep every night, and begging for something more fun to come along. It was around that time I got into crystal, and pretty soon I was working five days a week so I could spend the weekends smoking and finding tail. My girl didn’t seem to mind, since she was also smoking my shit, and fucking a bunch of dudes on the side. Since it never occurred to me to break it off with her or make her get a job and pay for her half, the cash was quickly not enough, consequently I spent less and less money on booze and food, and more on crystal. It wasn’t all bad, I even managed to work off the beer belly I’d had since college, which is what helped me get noticed. One night, my girl and I were at my supplier’s apartment, smoking away my paycheck, when we ran out of dough before the midnight had arrived. Desperate, my girlfriend offered to let the dude fuck her, if he’d keep our party going. I was immediately worried, not because she was trading her sloppy pussy for more stuff, but because I had nothing to offer to keep me involved. Luckily, he was a stand-up guy, and said he’d be down to join us both. I figured he was just being kind, since we both knew she couldn’t care less if I was bothered by her cheating on me, and had no idea it might be for another reason. So off came the clothes and for the next seven hours, he and I fucked my girlfriend senseless, only stopping for bathroom breaks and energy drinks. We even let a few other dudes who stopped by to buy join in on the fun. At some point, he whipped out his phone and started snapping pictures, which we had fun viewing once she was passed out. “You know man, you are a fucking machine when you party,” he said as we smoked another bowl, while she snored behind us. “You ever consider doing porn?” I laughed him off, but he wasn’t going to drop it. “I know a guy who owns a porn company in LA, great dude.” He continued as we watched a slide show of our threesome covering most of the Kama Sutra. “He is always looking for dudes who can fuck for hours. I did a film for him last year, got a free trip to LA, all the partying I could handle, two days of pounding pussy, and $700 out of it.” “Fuck me man!” I coughed as I blew some smoke and got a semi at the thought of it. “Seven hundred dollars and a free trip to LA, just for a porno? Sounds too good to be true.” “You should do it man. Good money, hot pussy, free vacation, quality drugs. You got all the assets.” He wasn’t wrong. At 24 years old I was 6’1” tall, weighed about 180lbs, still had a nice four-pack, hefty hairy pecs, nice biceps, a butt that keeps girls heads turning, and a nice seven-inch dick, thicker than a big banana, and two huge balls that shoot cum over my head when they’re primed. Top it off with a nice smile, green eyes, light brown wavy hair, and permanent five o’clock shadow, and I have no trouble getting laid. “I dunno dude. I’d feel weird doing that stuff, or even applying for it, but I sure could use the cash…and maybe some time away from Liz.” We laughed, as I continued to notice how I seemed featured in every camera shot, with almost no view of the other two. “Tell you what bro, I’ll send him some of these pics of you fucking Liz, see if he can’t use you too.” I knodded that it was okay, and began to wonder if I could find the porn he’d done some how, as he loaded another bowl. That was almost two months ago. After some blood tests and a skype interview, I requested a few days off from work, and was on my way to LA for my first porno. I was surprised that my supplier said the producer supplier the party favors, but he insisted it was true, and that they’d also supply some Viagra and anything else I’d need. I wondered what the hell else I could possibly need besides tina, Viagra and tons of sex, but I didn’t push it. Once I arrived, I made my way to the hotel, with strict instructions not to get drunk or stoned or have sex before the next morning. So once again, here I was, walking through the doors of the studio, which looked like little more than a warehouse from outside, and into my dream come true. I didn’t even have time to set down my duffle bag when I was grabbed by the Producer and swept behind a curtain, where the warehouse transformed into a brightly lit penthouse living room. The camera man and lighting guy were checking light levels on a big-breasted brunette, while four naked, pretty well-hung dudes stood around here, passing a pipe and laughing about something. Another curtain swung aside and some mirrors, hanging racks and make-up kits told me we were in the dressing room. “Okay, we’re ahead of schedule so no time for formalities. Go ahead and strip naked, and here,” he said as he thrust a sack of goodies, a little blue pill, and some lube into my hand, and began to walk back to set, still talking “Take these. Lube up your ass and cock and get it hard before you come out on set, or let me know if you need a fluffer. Do you want to smoke or shoot?” “I only smoke-” I was going to shout after him why I should lube my ass, when a make-up guy, about 20 years old and flaming as could be, appeared with a pipe, torch, and began applying powder to my face and chest as I slipped off my shirt. “Here you go stud. I’m Danny, your make-up slash hair slash pipe supplier. Sorry about Paulie, he is super crazed.” I watched his mouth curl into a smirk as I stripped off my pants and tighty-whiteys and began lubing my cock while he continued to powder me from head to toe, balls and all. I took that moment of awkward discomfort as a sign and began puffing heavily on the bowl, before doubling my efforts on my cock and going from spaghetti to steel in ten seconds flat. “It’s okay, if he is as tweaked as everyone el-” “Oh no, the crew doesn’t do any of this shit. Paulie just gets nervous on days where he’s shooting gangbangs. Four on one is always hard to shoot while avoiding the ass play and drugs and shit. Speaking of which, don’t you want to lube up your ass?” he asked, applying some weird goop to my hair, which his brush and hands transformed into a style while I jerked and smoked. “Uh. No, why would I?” I said, my hole twitching. “Well you did use the enema like Paulie asked before you got here this morning right?” His hands and powder brush moved away from my butt. “Yeah, two actually, but still, why would I want lube back there now?” “Oh, well most of the dudes on these sets have been doing porn for years, and quickly discover the only way to make ends meet is do gay-for-pay. Once you get used to having an 8 inch cock in your ass every time you blow your load, it gets hard to shoot without one. But if you can get up and off with no dick or dildo in your hole, good for you, I guess. Well, you’re all done, head on out there. Too bad you aren’t soft, since I’m the fluffer.” He laughed and pushed me out on to the set. The camera men were now adjusting some equipment, while the woman I was about to tag-team sat off to the side, shooting up between her toes and chatting with someone on her phone. I wondered over towards the couch I assumed I’d be spending the rest of the day on, where the four other guys sat, still naked. Two were shooting between their toes as well, while one was smoking the pipe. The remaining guy was stroking an impressive cock, which had to be nine inches long, turned to me and smiled. “Hey, you must be Peter. I’m Brent, but my stage name is Dick Biggins.” This got a laugh from the other guys, while he took a huge hit off the pipe they were sharing. “Just shittin’ ya man. The guys in these movies just get a first name, and you won’t be saying my name anyway. Here, try a hit of this shit man, it’s better than the stuff they give you when you first get here, in case you can’t handle it.” “Thanks man.” I took a hit and could immediately tell the difference. This stuff was smoother, stronger, and made my balls tingle. “Aw come on man, that was weak, take a real hit.” He took the pipe from me, lit the torch again, and held it there, encouraging me to keep going until I couldn’t take anymore. “That’s better. You point?” “Sorry?” The guys laughed again, but he shot them a dirty look, and picked up a needle. “I guess not, pointing is shooting up. Good for you man,” he took the needle, already filled with some slightly cloudy fluid, and shot it into a vein in his foot. “Paulie tells us this is your first film, that true?” “Yeah, first time in LA too, figured I’d be spending more time chatting with the girl I’d be fucking than the guys joining in on her.” This got a laugh again. “Yeah. That’s Karen, she’s a fucking cunt. Only cares about getting high and getting her paycheck. She’s money on screen, but don’t expect her to talk to you before or after. How about I give you a quick run down of how it’s gonna work today Pete?” He shoved the pipe back to my mouth and lit it again, while introducing the rest of the guys there. First, Steve was sitting on the arm of the chair, which is why I didn’t notice he had a big dildo in his ass until he stood up to shake my hand. He is a few inches taller than me, a little heavier, with a slight gut, blonde hair, blue eyes, nice smile, huge biceps and pecs, and a thick eight inch cut cock with average balls. Next, Tommy stood to greet me, which reveal a small butt plug, as well as his slightly smaller stature, around 5’10” probably, brown hair, brown eyes, hairy chest, beard, six pack, and a seven and one-half inch uncut cock, and eerily hairless balls. Craig, who seemed to be the only one not working his asshole, is around my height, with green eyes but bald from head to toe, and built like a body-builder, including his seven inch cut cock, which was as thick as his wrist. Brent himself was about an inch shorter than I am, with black hair on his head and treasure trail, blue eyes, and a rippled swimmer’s body. The only thing that kept my dick from mistaking his bubble butt for a girl’s, was the massive dick and balls swinging down between his legs. Once the guys had been introduced, Brent explained how the filming would work. We’d begin by putting on running shorts and tee-shirts and would “arrive” at Karen’s apartment to help her move, discovering her naked on the couch. After an hour of filming her sucking us off and each of us eating her out, we’d strip off our clothes and take turns in the positions posted on the boards that could be seen behind the camera, based on whichever one Paulie pointed too. Each of us was expected to shoot one cum load on Karen’s asshole or pussy during the shoot at our assigned times, and one on her face and breasts at the end. He figured the shoot would take about three or four hours, and once it was done, we’d get the rest of the day to recuperate before coming back tomorrow and doing it again to another girl naked Cari, who was also “a cunt.” Finally, he explained that Paulie’s assistants would help us make sure that we never had to stop shooting while we smoked and used the off-camera stimulation. “What do you mean?” I took my millionth huge hit off the pipe while he worked a crystal up his ass (a booty bump just like my girlfriend had done and even gotten me to try a few times). “Well, the couch is fitted with secret spaces and “cock-cubbies” which allow the assistants to work toys and cocks into our holes if we need it to get hard, but usually one guy will be off screen getting fluffed, or fucked or using a dong too.” My jaw dropped as he offered me a crystal for my hole. The thought that each of these guys was gonna get fucked made my dick soft and my stomach churn. Sure, they’d all been doing shit before with dildos and dongs and plugs, and Danny told me they’d done gay-for-pay shit and got used to dick in their holes to get them hard, but I never thought they’d be doing it in front of me. “Aw nasty man, I’m not into that gay shit. I don’t care if you guys do it, but does it have to go on while I’m here.” I was really worried that the sight of gay sex in front of me would kill my hard-on while filming, and possibly make me ill. “'Fraid so bro. Besides, it’s not really ‘gay shit.’ It’s just needed stimulation by a real dick, Steve’s dick in fact. Why do you think there are five guys for a four on one scene?” It hadn’t occurred to me that there was an extra guy, but I snapped my head around, just in time to see Steve sliding balls deep into Craig’s chisled ass. Horrified, I looked at Craig, who seemed to be loving it, and shot my glance around to the rest of the actors and crew, none of whom seemed to care less. The weird thing was the tingling that had been in my balls was now in my tight, virgin asshole, and my hard on was gone, just in time for Paulie to call places. “Fuck, this is what I was afraid of! My cock won’t get hard now.” Danny appeared as they began filming Karen’s intro scene, and tried fluffing me while we all got dressed, but after fifteen minutes and still no joy, I was afraid I was about to lose my job when Brent finally convinced me to let him try something. He pulled me back into the dressing area, and lubed up my cock again, while also lubing up his other hand. “I’m gonna give you a booty bump, you ever had one?” I nodded. “Good. Usually for a newbie I’d dissolve it in water and shoot it up there with a syringe, but since time is short, I am going to give you a big rock and I am going to push it in deep using this,” he held up a rubber cock, black in color, around six inches long. “and before you freak out, I promise I’m gonna loosen you up a little with my fingers first, but I need you to trust me and bend over, spread your cheeks, and push out like you’re taking a dump, cause in about five minutes Paulie’s gonna want you to be hard and ready. It will burn when I put the rock in and the first few seconds the dildo is in, but once you’ve relaxed and it begins to melt and absorb, you’ll be good as new, cool?” I nodded again and bent over a make up stool in front of me. With my shaking hands, I spread my cheeks, jumping a little when I felt the cool lube hitting my crack and sliding slowly down across my button. I jumped when his finger pushed at it and worked the lube in a little, but tried to relax and push out like he asked. One finger, then two, worked their way inside me before I heard the shake of the baggie and figured he was pouring a rock out. Sure enough, I felt his finger slide back in, this time burning like crazy. I bit my lip as his fingers pushed it in. His fingers slid out so fast I almost thought he’d changed his mind, when suddenly the dildo shot in, all the way, all at once. I almost screamed, but his hand covered my mouth just in time. My hole was begging for him to take it out, but my desire to get paid was telling it to shut up. Plus, some part of me wanted to show Brent I could do this. That if he could take a read dick, then I could handle a little rubber one. “Good job Pete, you’re doing good,” he uncovered my mouth and slid his hand down my chest to my cock, and began to work some life back into it. “How’s it feel?” “It feels…good, actually.” I wanted to say it hurts, but suddenly it did feel good. My ass went from burning to glowing with heat, and only got better as he began to pump the dildo in and out in time with his strokes on my cock. “That’s the plan. In a minute or two the rock will dissolve then it will feel amazing! In the mean time, do me a favor and get mine hard too will ya?” I looked down and saw his cock, semi-hard, pulled out over the waist band of his shorts. Without a second thought I reached down and began stroking it too. “How about wetting it for me?” The lube didn’t even occur to me as I spit into my hand and returned it to his dick, watching as the balls tightened up in their sack, before it reached full mast. About that same time, my mind began to swim, and I leaned back against Brent, letting my head fall onto his shoulder. “Just kicked in huh? That’s good, it’s doing its job, we’re both hard, and you seem about ready to do anything.” I opened my eyes when he said that, just in time to see him lean in and kiss me. Nowhere in my thoughts did it seem disgusting or wrong. Instead, I lifted the hand not stroking his cock, and used it to pull his face closer to mine. I whimpered into his mouth as he pulled the dildo from my hole, but quickly got the idea as he slid in behind me, pulled out of the kiss and lined his dick up with tender hole. I wanted to protest, but he shushed me. With one hand stroking me, and the other guiding his cock, he pushed forward until his gigantic cock head pierced my insides and slowly inched half way to the balls before stopping. I leaned forward and slammed my eyes shut, trying to block it out, but his insisting hips got another few inches in before Steve appeared through the curtain and told us it was time. “Damn, I wanted to lose a load up there before we went out. Promise me you won’t let Steve inside you today before I get to shoot one off okay? I did the prep, I want the cherry, got it?” I nodded and mumbled something while we pulled on our shorts and shirts and made our way to the set. For the next hour Tommy, Craig, Brent and I pounded our dicks into Karen’s willing mouth, calling her dirty, disgusting names and slapping her spit covered double-d’s with our cocks and balls. Every few minutes, one of us would slip out of shot as the camera guy would move in for a close up, and the missing guy would take a hit or two and work a plug or dildo or beads inside his hole while Danny or Steve sucked his cock. A few times they would end up bent over a stool or lighting stand, as Steve worked his cock inside them for a minute, which got me hard as a rock. When I got some time off camera, I felt too shy to use any of the big toys, but Steve made sure to offer his dick. One look at Brent’s cock titty fucking Karen and I told him no thanks. What really surprised me was what happened with guys on screen. During filming, the guys were fingering each other, or shoving toys in each others' holes. Kissing and sucking each other just out of the shot, or doing it with Steve or Danny. Paulie would even reach in behind the camera and use his fingers on a willing ass or eat a butt hole of whoever was eating out Karen. I almost jumped out of my skin when it was my turn to eat her snatch, and found Paulie working some beads up inside me…although they felt awesome. In no time, the shorts and shirts were off and we were fucking her all over the couch. Again, it shocked me watching Danny crawl behind it and slide his hands up into holes cut into the cushions and arms, well disguised until his fingers or a toy slipped through it and into someone’s asshole. I watched as each of the other guy’s shot long fuck sessions, all with toys in their holes, thrust back and forth by a hand in the couch. Tommy had his cock in Karen’s mouth at one point, while she rode Craig’s cock, but as soon as the camera did a close up of the fucking, he’d slide his dick in Craig’s mouth. While I fucked her ass doggy style and Brent mouth raped her soon after that, he’d lean out of shot, sucking on Steve or Craig. Tommy and I double fucked her next, one in each hole, while craig licked both holes, occasionally sucking one of the dicks into his mouth when the camera went for a tit shot. The weirdest thing had to be when Craig was ass fucking her, and I was in eating her pussy from below, and suddenly Tommy slid my dick into his hole, balls deep! During all this I figured out that much of what I always assumed was dirty talk for the girl in pornos, was really encouragement for the action off screen. Even Karen got into cheering on someone riding Steve’s dick while doing a line off the stool next to him. And when Paulie began to eat my hole, while Tommy ride my dick, with my tongue inside Karen’s pussy, only inches from Craig’s cock in her ass, I almost shot my load. I managed to give the two finger tap to the camera guy which signaled I was close, and pulled up just in time to shove my cock into Karen’s ass as Craig pulled out. I came in a shot of her back, asshole and my dick, Brent nuzzled his cock head up against my hole and said “I can’t wait to breed that asshole.” Anyone who buys the movie and watches it will hear that line and think Brent is drooling over the sloppy hole I am blasting my load all over, covering her in cum from the hole, up her back, in her hair and up over her hair onto the cushion in front of her. I will always know that was his final step in brain washing me into becoming obsessed with the thought of his cum in my ass. Two more hours of filming after that, with the expected two loads from Craig and Brent, and three from me and Tommy. Off screen Steve bred Craig and Tommy each, fucked Brent while he sucked Craig off, and Paulie finished the day with his load inside Tommy’s mouth causing Tommy to shoot a third load on Karen’s tits and stomach. As for my extra load, Brent used a finger to push some of his cum inside me, making me shoot again, unplanned, creaming her pussy. My last load was with all the other guys, all over her face and tits. My cum was on Karen, but my eyes were locked with Brent. Once the last shot of her licking her lips and moaning was wrapped, I couldn’t believe how quickly everyone showered and went back to their real lives. Karen couldn’t wait to get the cum off her face. Tommy had to pick up his wife from work. Craig’s girlfriend needed him to get her kids from daycare, and Steve had to help Paulie and the crew set up for the next shoot. I figured I’d imagined it all when Brent was nowhere to be found as I slipped in and out of the shower and got dressed. Until I got outside to hail a cab, and found Brent leaning against his car. “I figured you’d need a ride to your hotel, cool?” He opened the side door and I slid in nervously. He ran around to the driver’s side and hopped in, turning on some music and racing off to my crappy beach side motel, neither of us talking the entire way. I climbed out slowly, taking my time in case he wanted to make a move. God, why the hell did I want him to make a move? I was, AM straight, love pussy, just fucked a girl for hours, blew three loads in, on or around her. But before I could convince myself with one more example, I blurted it out. “You wanna come in and smoke the rest of that shit?” I regretted saying it, even as he smiled, slid the car into park, and followed me too closely up the stairs into my room. I turned on a lamp once the door was open, and motioned him in, where he began loading a bowl immediately. “Just so we’re clear,” I said, my brave tone hiding my disgusting urge to get his cock inside me. “I just wanna party and chill, cool?” “Of course man, no pressure, just chill and smoke this shit. But I thought you might be curious to check this shit out.” He tossed a dvd case onto the bed before lighting the torch and taking a huge hit from the pipe. I crossed to see what it was, and got caught off guard as he shot gunned the hit into my mouth when I went to grab the dvd. I froze and inhaled, buzzing from the hit and from his lips on mine again. I pulled away and acted appropriately annoyed, coughing as I read the movie title. It was another porn from Paulie’s company, which held no appeal to the disgusted side of my mind until I saw the guys on the cover and recognized my dealer as one of them. My eyes widened. “Pop it in and we can stroke out another load,” I opened my mouth to object. “No funny business, I promise.” The look on his face made me realize what a tweaker ass I was being, so I laughed, took a hit and shot gunned it back to him. Popping the dvd into the player across the room, I shucked my pants and shirt and hopped over him onto the other side of the bed, hoping my callous attitude would ease the tension I’d created. “It’s cool man, I’m not freaking out, just high and horny still, I guess.” I said, as I watched Brent stand and strip down to a black jock strap. His thickening snake created the first bulge I’d ever been tempted to unwrap, and the black straps framed his tan cheeks perfectly when he bent to retrieve something from his pocket. “How about we do some g to help with that?” He turned back around, and tossed a bottle of lube onto the bed, along with another bottle, unmarked, filled with GHB. “I dunno Brent, I’ve only done it once before and got kinda sick.” The memory of the party with Liz and another couple made my stomach turn. The entire night I listened to another guy plow my girlfriend, while I tossed my cookies ten feet away, before passing out. “Don’t worry man, you just gotta take the right amount. I’m gonna do a cap full, so I’ll give you a half cap.” His ass cheeks bounced together as he sauntered to the minibar to get us some soda to chase the liquid. He returned moments later with two hotel cups filled with coke, and two Dixie cups with tiny amounts of clear GHB. "Bottom’s up,” I regretted the expression as I downed the bitter liquid and chased it quickly, imagining my ass in the air. Taking a hit off the pipe, Brent returned to the other side of the bed by climbing over me, rubbing his bulge across my stomach in the process, causing my nipples to get hard. I turned my eyes back to the dvd, and fast-forwarded through all the bullshit plot until my dealer walked in, and pulled out a sizeable dick. How had I missed how nice his cock was when we fucked Liz? I didn’t miss the fact that one of the other men in the video happened to be Brent. I took an extra big hit, and could feel Brent smiling, as if he knew each puff got me that much closer to losing control. “I didn’t know you knew my bud!” I pointed to my dealer, and Brent nodded as he smoked. He handed the pipe back to me while sliding his thick beast out the side of the jockstrap. “Yeah, it was his first movie too. But he was no virgin, that man can take a pretty big cock in his ass. Don’t you want to lose those briefs?” I fished my briefs off letting the words sink in before taking a hit. “You mean…” I sputtered smoke between syllables. “Oh yeah, he took two loads during the day, from Steve and Paulie, and that night, he and I fucked the shit out of that short twinky guy,” he indicated a handsome young guy with a round ass and large uncut dick on the screen face fucking a busty blonde. “Took turns on his ass all night long. He was a pro. Even let us double fuck him. I came a record seven times inside his ass and mouth that night. It was hot, but I prefer real men, the type that don’t realize how badly they’ve needed cock all their lives, until the moment my cock head is inside them. Those are the guys who’ll let you ravage their asses, just to feel your load inside them.” “Too gay dude, I need a pussy in the room.” I didn’t dare look at him as he passed me the pipe. The G was taking effect and although I was relaxing, I was also pulsing with sexual need. “That’s what I used to think man. Till one night, I was partying with my girlfriend and another guy. My girl passed out and I was out of supplies. I asked him if he’d mind loading a bowl, and he agreed, as long as I’d blow him. I was desperate and said yes, and before I knew it he was in my mouth and I was hard as a rock….kinda like I am right now,” I glanced up from the bowl I’d just hit and saw he was right, his cock was fully hard and had a constant stream of precum running from the piss slit down into his neatly trimmed black bush. “The taste of precum became my version of Viagra man. Try some.” He wiped a drop off and brought it to my lips. I sucked his finger dry, savoring the salty taste. I knew I should be grossed out, but my body hungered for him to keep going. “Hmm, doesn’t seem to work for you,” looking down, my cock was shriveled and small. I cursed it for not playing along and thanked it for saving me from giving it all at once. “I do remember one thing that worked to get you hard though.” Right then, I should have pushed him out the door, tossed his clothes behind him, and never looked back. But at the same moment, I heard my dealer’s voice call to me from the video, saying “you know you want it in your ass.” I barely moved as Brent slowly knelt between my legs and began fingering lube into my hole. Watching silently, I trembled as he chose the largest rock he had and put it up my ass. Now was the time for the dildo to push it in, but neither of us had a dildo. As the rock slid past my inner sphincter, the burning brought me to my senses for one crucial moment. “That’s far enough man. Thanks.” I sat up and slid back against the head board, but Brent moved his hand with me and wouldn’t withdraw his fingers. My hands moved to pull his out, but the G had taken over and I had used all my remaining strength to get this far away. “That’s cool bro, I’m just gonna make sure it’s as far in as my fingers can get it.” A third, previously unused finger slid into my hole, pushing the rock up deeper and sliding across my prostate, which awoke my cock. I moaned and knew if he made a move, I’d be powerless to stop it. He began pumping the fingers in and out while turning them slowly from side to side. My eyes rolled back in my head as Brent grasped me around my waist with his free hand and slid us both back down to the bed. Me on my back, him on top of me, with our hard cocks between us. He began to pull out of my hole, and now my hands tried to stop him instead. I looked up at him, pleading and confused, as he pushed my legs towards my shoulders. “I can’t…please, don’t…I don’t want to be….” He forced his lips on mine until I turned my head away. “Be what? Fucked like the whore you really are? Forced to realize how you won’t be able to survive without cock? Turned into another closet cumslut who needs my dick inside you, just so you can get hard enough to fuck your girlfriend? Don't fight it Peter, you took a whole cap full of GHB, and I took none. I shoved a rock so big up your ass you'll OD if I don't dilute it with some jizz. God I wanted you from the first moment your friend sent me pictures of you fucking your girlfriend. All I had to do was promise to set up my camera phone to record it all from the bedside table so e can watch it when he inevitably fucks you too!” Panic filled me right before his nine inches did. This was all a trap. My dealer was gay, or at least bi, and wanted to turn me too, so he sent me out here to get my ass fucked by this Greek God, knowing they’d get me too high to say no. I screamed, as he laughed, while his dick bottomed out. I’d like to say I hated it or it hurt like hell, but once the initial pain was gone, I began grasping at his jockstrap and pulling him closer on each pound, even as I whimpered for him to stop. He slammed me deeper and deeper, lasting only a few minutes before I could see his chest muscles tightening and sweat rolling off his strong, tan arms. With a gigantic roar, he unloaded his balls into my ass deeper than I thought could ever be possible. He smashed his lips into me, forcing me to kiss his rapist’s lips. I tried to turn my head away, but it was trapped between my own knees. He pulled back just enough to stroke my dick while not breaking lip contact, and within three strokes I followed his epic load with one of my load. The first shot was so strong it sounded like a champagne cork bursting when it splashed between our chests. He shot up straight before the second and third shots doused our faces. The fourth and fifth shots ricocheted off of his carved ab muscles before coating my hairy chest. The last three or four shots continued to paint me in white hot goo, marking me as the very cum slut he wanted me to be. I must have passed out for a moment then, because the next thing I remember, he was back to pumping full length in and out of me, but with his phone in his hand, taking photos and video of his second turn inside me. I gave up trying to push him off after a few feeble attempts, especially when he shot gunned a few more hits to me. By his next cum load, I was talking dirty and begging him for his loads in my hole. In total, I took eight loads from him over the next nine hours, before I panicked, thinking we had to be at the studio in a few hours. Turns out, the shoot was the next day, and he’d only told me it was that day so I wouldn’t try to plan anything for the night before. I figured he’d finally let me sleep, but he wasn’t satisfied with that idea. “Sorry Pete, but now that you’re a cum-loving, manwhore, it’s my responsibility to make sure you get truly initiated so you crave all dick, not just mine.” He never could have convinced me that was a good idea if he didn’t say that at the same moment as my first point. When he released that band, I wanted to scream no, but all that came out was a cough and some pleas for more cum in my ass. In the amount of time it took for me to shower and down some Gatorade, Brent got Steve and a big black friend of his to come join us and bring some play toys. So If you see me in a porn video one of these days, pounding away at Karen’s pussy, remember that it was the video I enjoyed making second best. The best for me is a video I’m always afraid will show up somewhere. The video where I lose my virginity to a nine inch dick, offering to do anything if he’ll only stop fucking me. The video where I offer to do anything if he’ll never stop fucking me with that same nine inch dick. The video where I get gangbanged by that man, his beefy blonde college age friend, and their 6’6” tall massive black pal with an eleven inch monster. If you think what went on off camera during the shoot in the studio was wild, just wait till I tell you what went on off camera in that hotel room…
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The rain showed no signs of letting up as Jason continued his slow lost walk through the dark streets of London. He couldn't remember why he got kicked out the club he just knew that the bouncers made it very clear he needed to fuck off, despite being sure that his girl was still in there with his phone. He had been trying to find a cash machine for the last half an hour but all the streets seemed the same and in his drunk state he had gotten turned around so many times he didnt know where he was. All he knew was that he was soaked through, his white polo now clinging to his young body and his trackies wrapped tight around his muscled ass. He turned down another dark alley and walked halfway down before the rain took another turn for the worst and began hammering down so hard he could barely see two feet in front of him. He threw himself into the doorway of the nearest store front which such drunken force he stumbled right through the door and collapsed on the floor inside as a large burly black man stood over him. “Well what little white rabbit has been washed up in this storm” he gruffed has he gripped the young Jason by the scruff of his soaked wet collar and effortlessly lifted him up to his feet. Jason swayed a little trying to clear his head and tried to regain some composure and dignity. “Shit sorry mate, sorry, heads all over the place, just trying to figure out my way home and that” he slurred as he swayed on his feet. “Dont you worry little rabbit, just take a second” Jason's eyes tried to focus but in his drunk state he couldn't make out much. The room was a foyer, bright and warm. There were posters all over the walls and another slightly older man was stood behind a counter with a sheet of glass across it. There were a couple of towels ready to be passed out. “What is this place mate” Jason asked confused but appreciating the warmth. “This is a sauna, and likely the perfect place for you, looks like you need to warm up and dry off” said this big black beast as he took a fistful of Jason polo and squeezed a large amount of rain water from it. “Its twenty for entry and you can stay as long as you like and enjoy all the facilities on hand” smirked the man behind the counter. “Plus we will even dry your clothes for you so they will be nice and dry in the morning after the rain has stopped.” Jason's eyes glazed slightly. The man behind the counter was topless, slender and hairless but with an assortment of tattoos over him including a chemical symbol and a large scorpion. Whilst he looked intimidating for someone who essentially worked on a reception, it was warm here, and he could use somewhere to relax. He couldn't keep walking around in this rain and catch a cold, plus who could he call without his phone. Maybe it was all the drink but this seemed like a smart idea. So he took out his wallet and passed over his bank card. “Okay awesome, perfect yeah. And you'll dry my clothes too yeah. I aint getting sick from that” “Dont you worry” said the man behind the counter “Its not wet clothes that will get you sick here” his smile creeping wider across his face as he scratched the biohazard symbol across his chest. The big burly black bouncer got behind Jason and began patting him down. “Right rabbit just spread your legs for me. Standard procedure here especially for sweet young chav flesh like you. Just need to make sure you aint trying to sneak in your own stuff here you get me” “Er yeah sure man sure” said Jason as those big black hands began to rub Jason's chest brushing his nipples as they rubbed against the wet material of the polo. “Right this needs to come off, makes sense to chuck in the tumblr dryer now hey Brian” said the bouncer as he began pulling off Jasons wet polo straight over his head. “Smart thinking there Dean, get it all through and we will sort this lad out now”. “You heard him lad” said Dean as his thick thumbs tucked into Jasons trackies and pulled them down in one fluid motion revealing immediately a pearly white smooth behind. “Woah shit mate, fuck what are you doing!” Jason spluttered as Dean exposed him totally naked. Immediately throwing his hands to cover his soft wet cock and low hanging balls. “Ha! Look at this little perv walking round commando and he gets all precious haha” laughed Dean as he put his foot between Jason's legs preventing him from pulling the wet garment back up. “Don't worry about it we are only messing, in fact I'm commando right now too” Dean said as he grabbed his crotch which seemed to be creeping halfway down his leg as he gave it a shake in his loose fitting trousers. He pushed his hips forward so that Jason's face brushed against it being bent over trying to pull his trousers up. “Chill out rabbit its fine, we are all men here, you're good. Besides we are helping you out so lets just get you sorted and into the sauna to relax and warm up”. Jason relented and stood up straight. He stepped out of his trackies, and stood there naked aside from some wet trainers and white socks. “Good rabbit, now just turn round and I just need to check one last thing to see if you are concealing anything. Hands on the counter and spread your legs for me” Jason didnt know what to do, there was something in him screaming this was fucked up, but what more could he do, here he was naked, being man handled by a big muscled bouncer and he didnt want to end up naked out in London in this weather. So against all better judgement and under the haze of alcohol he turned around placed his hands on the counter and bent over. The man behind the counter took the clothes and threw them into a laundry basket, came back and placed his hands over Jason's holding them in place. “Dont worry kid this is all standard procedure. This is a pretty exclusive place and we get all sorts trying to come in and ruin the fun. We are doing you a favour by letting you in, just need to make sure you arent trying to fuck us over”. “Its cool I understand, Its cool” Jason mumbled as he felt Dean kneel and spread his cheeks apart. Dean couldn't resist licking his lips and the tiny pink hole was revealed. It was obvious nothing had ever gone up there looking like a collectors piece. He couldnt wait to see the mess this boy would be when the morning came. He took a long suck of his large index calloused index finger and slowly applied pressure to the tight puckered hole. “Oh oh oh fuck mate what the fuck” Jason cried as he tried to pull away from the counter whilst Brian held his hands down in place “ssssh ssssh just relax and push out, it'll make it easier” Dean continued the force and pushed in deep in one unrelenting motion straight to his knuckle and the wiggled around, making sure to flick Jason's newly discovered prostate and taking the opportunity to drag his nail around those fresh fleshy walls. “Good and tight and feels clean” he announced as he pulled his finger out with an abrupt pop, “but just let me check one more thing. As Brian distracted Jason with some small bullshit talk about how it was almost over and he would be relaxing real soon, Dean dug out a nice chunk of crystal from his little baggie and placed it on his wet finger “Right rabbit one last check” he said and he once again pushed the finger back up inside the young lads tight hole making sure the crystal went in nice and deep. “Oh fuck what was that” Jason bellowed as he bucked his body up. “My bad, probably just my finger nail” Dean softly replied as he pulled his finger out stood up, staring into the a confused and slightly bewildered Jason. “Dont worry Rabbit, all done now and you can go and relax” Brian handed Jason his towels and buzzed him through a door as Jason slowly stumbled through the doors trying to shake off the feeling that this was a terrible idea. The door shut behind him and the electronic lock clicked into place. Jason walked through past Brian in the reception and shuffled towards the direction of the lockers not looking back, missing Brian taking long tender sucks on Deans finger, cleaning the pink streaks and residue of meth that had been pushed deep into Jasons guts slowly dissolving with every step he took.
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This story is a fantasy of mine. It is also only the second story I've posted. I apologize in advance to the grammar police! ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I have been growing more and more bold with my sexual urges and what porn at which I look, which means I've been pushing my boundaries further and further. I've even been hooking up with random guys, however, not until the first time I was stealthed did I realize I wanted it bare. That realization led me to BBRT and Breeding Zone, where I chatted with a few guys, even getting to the point of planning a hook-up, but each time I backed out, afraid of the risks. After a handful of such failed hook-ups, I found myself chatting with a guy who was my approximate age, who seemed to be a nice guy. We got to know each other, and in the process he mentioned he was poz, which led me to tell him of the several instances where I had backed-out of hook-ups as my fear of being pozzed held me back. At that time we both went onto BBRT and looked at the guys with whom I had earlier been chatting. We discussed how hot the various guys were, and speculated what it would be like to get fucked by one or all of them. After some time of this we agreed to meet up have a few drinks and, if possible, to jack off together. That was something to which I could commit myself. On the day we had agreed to get together, he contacted me, asking if he could fuck me, assuring me, however, we would use protection. I agreed, but reiterated I was serious about playing safe. I showered and headed to his place. Arriving at his door, I rang the bell, only to wait a surprising amount of time, but when he opened the door he was clearly damp, with only a towel wrapped around his waist. "Hi, sorry for the delay," he commented as he gestured me into his apartment, adding "I was still showering when you rang. Let me make you a drink before I get dressed. Make yourself comfortable, where ever," he finished, gesturing vaguely at his Murphy bed, which was still open. As he stepped away, I stripped off my clothing, stripping down to my jock strap, in the process noticing the restraints which were fastened to the headboard of his bed frame. As I knew he liked bondage, I didn't think much of them, instead I focused on the bareback porn that was playing on his flat screen, jerking myself a bit just to get into the mood. About then he came back into the room, this time carrying two drinks - oh, and his towel had disappeared, and his rock hard, thick, cut eight inch cock was sporting a condom. Handing me a drink, he took a sip of his. "Already wrapped up?" I asked. "Yeah, thought it would put you at ease. I want you to understand I'm a man of my word." Honestly, his tone was so honest and relaxed I was quite relieved, and took a deep chug of my drink, which naturally went straight to my head, or so it seemed as I immediately felt the impact of the alcohol. Setting his drink down, and likewise relieving me of mine, he opened our session by kissing me as he also found a tube of lube and prepped my ass and his cock. "No foreplay, I take it?" "No, I just want to get right to it. I haven't had a good fuck in a while. In fact I've been holding myself back since we decided to get together." He then flipped me over slid into my hole. Fuck, his cock was amazing thick. It honestly felt like he was tearing me a new hole, almost as he was tearing me in half. Fortunately the drink, which was apparently even stronger than I had realized, dulled my response to a loud grunt as he hit bottom. Then he started to pick up his pace, pulling all the way out and slamming back in repeatedly. The pain gradually transitioned into pleasure, especially as my hole seemed to be getting progressively slicker. I was definitely enjoying myself, even as I seemed to be getting increasingly light-headed, but I do recall his comment "Ooops, looks like the condom broke. Want me to stop? I can't hear you. Maybe it's what I put in the drink. Oh, well. You're gonna love this!" When I came to the room was pitch black, so while I couldn't see anything, I could tell I was a bit groggy, and my crotch and ass felt wet and sticky. I also realized my hands and feet were restrained, and somehow it felt like a gag was wrapped over my mouth. He had apparently bound me face-down sometime after I passed out. Then his cock rammed into my ass. Not only was he still fucking me, but I could tell from the head of his cock on my cheeks that he wasn't wearing a condom. The condom broke? Was that was he said? He's poz! I thrashed about a bit, but to little avail. Not only was I bound, the gag was effectively muffling me. My helplessness must of turned him on more because he pounding even deeper and harder, tearing my hole apart. Then I heard a different voice remark "Ah, looks like he's awake! Just in time to take my gift too!" I panicked at the realization a completely unknown guy was fucking me, especially his use of the word 'gift'. I might not have known exactly what he meant, but I had good reason to distrust this situation. "I told you I'm a man of my word," the familiar voice said as he rubbed his cummy cock all over my face. "You lead all those guys on, telling each guy he could tear your hole apart and give you his load, but you always backed out. Well, now you can't, and you've already taken eight poz loads while you were sleeping. What's another ten (or twenty)?" I really started to buck, trying to get free, but the guy fucking me put me in a choke hold, slamming harder than I had ever before felt. "Oh, boy, you're not going anywhere. You said you wanted this ten incher to tear you apart, and that's what you're gonna get!. Fuck, I'm about to cum!" I burst into tears which soaked into the blind fold as I felt him give one last slam into my ass, deeper than anything I had ever before felt, his cock pulsating as he filled me with his cum, his poz cum. "That's it, boy. I saved that load for a few days - just for you." With that he withdrew, but before I even felt the fresh air on my ass, another cock had slid in. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- That's all I have time for now. If you want me to finish the story, just let me know. Thanks!
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Blackmailed Benjamin “Yikes!” the disembodied voice said. “Are you okay, Ben?” “Wha-wha-what?” I stammered as my eyes began to slowly open. “Where am I?” A shadowy figure loomed overhead as massive drops of rain pelted me without remorse. I suddenly felt caked in something thick and I was terribly sore—my entire body began to ache while my ears rang. “I saw it all,” the voice said. “You hit that giant hole back there in the road. Didn’t you see it? Did you think it was just a puddle?” The figure leaned down towards me and finally came into focus. “Mr. Barnes?” I mumbled. “Wow. You really took a good tumble off your bike. I guess we should be grateful you landed in the muddy grass rather than falling left into traffic. How do you feel, Ben?” “A little sore and covered in gross mud from head to toe,” I replied. Mr. Barnes extended his hand and helped me to my feet. I felt him begin to pat me down and spin me like a top. “Well...good news is nothing looks broke...just a few scrapes and a bonked head. Bad news is that your bike isn’t looking too good. You bent the front rim and your chain is busted.” “Great,” I bemoaned looking at my bike as Mr. Barnes pulled it onto the grass near us. “Dad is gonna tan my hide something fierce when he gets home and sees this.” “Maybe not,” he interjected. “Come on, you’re soaked to the bone in rain and mud. Hop in the truck. I’ve got a towel we can put on the seat and I’ll toss your bike in the bed. I’m pretty sure I can give you David’s old wheel and chain off his mountain bike. It’s not like he needs it anymore since he’s away at college. I’d hate to see you get into trouble for something not your fault.” “I don’t know what to say,” I said completely shocked. Mr. Barnes drove slowly through the deluge. As we rounded the corner to our street, we passed my house and went another mile until we reached his. “Living in the country sure has its cons like poor road maintenance,” he said as we pulled into his gravel driveway. “But, it’s also nice being away from everyone sometimes. That’s why it’s always important for neighbors to help one anther; there’s so few of us our here.” We pulled under his oversize car port behind his cabin. The deafening clatter of the rain slamming against the roof of his truck finally ceased. My pounding headache was grateful for some auditory respite. We both hopped out and he grabbed my busted bike from the bed and dragged it into his garage turned workshop. I stood near him staring at my prized 18th birthday gift. “This looks new,” he said. “Birthday gift. I wasn’t about to get a car. I was lucky to get this I suppose. You know my parents. They are a little…” “Controlling, ultra-religious, prison wardens?” he interrupted with a smile. “Yeah...that pretty much sums them up. It definitely feels like a prison most of the time. I’m rarely able to be...” “Yourself?” Mr. Barnes interjected while putting his large hand on my back. He gave it a reassuring pat followed by a lingering touch. “I can spot that type a mile away. My folks were the same back when I was your age. I was glad to get the hell out from under their roof when I went to college. You’ve got that to look forward to at least.” I turned my gaze downwards to the dirty, concrete floor. “They don’t want me moving away...too much temptation for sin. I’m staying at home and biking the 6 miles to the community college this fall. Some days I secretly wish I had the ability to run away or even just get kidnapped, but who snatches an eighteen year old. I figure even that at its worst, being forcefully taken is better than living at home.” “Ooof,” he said giving me another pat on the back. Looking at his muddy hand, he added, “Look...you never know what can happen to change your life’s path. But for now, you’re covered in mud and drenched crown to heel. You can use my shower to get cleaned up. I’ll throw your clothes in for a nice wash and dry while I fix your bike. You’ll be able to go home clean as a whistle and with no one the wiser.” “Except for my raging headache.” “I’ve got something for that. Come on inside. Let’s get you fixed up.” I started to follow him through the door that led from his garage into his kitchen. “Woah woah woah!” he exclaimed. “Don’t be tracking all that water and mud through my house. Hold on.” He rummaged behind a pantry door and produced a large, garbage bag. “Here. Put everything in here.” I looked blankly at him for several moments. “My shirt and jeans?” I asked sheepishly despite knowing exactly what he expected. “No. Everything, silly. You’re filthy. Literally everything you have on is filthy and needs to be washed including you!” I was immediately embarrassed. I could feel my face burn bright red. This was...awkward...for a number of reasons. For one, I’ve never been naked in front of anyone since I was a baby! Secondly, I’ve known Mr. Barnes for as long as I can remember. My parents, by all accounts, loved him. He was a member of the family and was always invited over for holidays and summer pool parties. The problem is that ever since I was 14, I started having ummm weird feelings about him. Despite frequent admonishments that self-love was an egregious sin, I began to quietly masturbate at night thinking about him having his way with me. He was a bit overweight, in his early 50s, and always smelled of cherry cigar smoke which, for some reason, intoxicated me to no end. He was this big, grizzly bear of a man that exuded a presence of power whenever he was around. The number of times my young balls drained and spurted ropes of cum onto my belly while imagining him turning me into a total, cum dump is incalculable. I know a handful of fantasies even revolved around a situation like right now taking place. “I’m not trying to cool the outside, Ben,” he said with a smile. “Sorry,” I quickly blurted out while peeling off my t-shirt over my head and dropping it into the garbage bag he held out. I unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, but pulling him down as soaked as they were was proving to be quite the chore. “Ah fuck,” I mumbled. “Here,” he said while dropping the bag. He took two steps forward, and I suddenly felt his hands inside the front, waist of my jeans. I could feel myself beginning to stir. “Oh god...oh fuck,” I said to myself. “No, no, no, no...don’t get hard.” But, the more I repeated that over and over silently, the more I could feel my cock struggling to get erect in my tight, wet clothes. “You push down on the back and shimmy all around while I take the front. Wet jeans are the worst.” “Oh goddammit…” my brain screamed. As I began to wiggle about, our combined efforts managed to work my jeans down to my ankles. I was afraid to even look down. I knew I was rock hard and that my tight, white briefs clung to my cock like it was vacuum sealed in cotton. “We didn’t think this through did we?” he half asked. “Shoulda done shoes and socks first,” he laughed. Standing on one foot and then the other, he deftly slipped off my dripping wet tennis shoes and ankle socks. A moment later, I had stepped out of my jeans. Only my tighty whities remained on me. “Okay,” looks like these are all that’s left to come off,” he said casually reaching for a piece of waistband right above my dick. He pulled it towards him completely exposing my hardon before letting go so that it snapped back against my skin with a thwap sound. I felt like I was about to fall over and die. Was this really happening? I didn’t even know if he was gay. Shit, I wasn’t even sure I was really gay! “Toss ‘em in,” he said grabbing the trash bag once again. “Don’t be shy. I’ll let you in on a secret. I see a naked guy in the mirror every morning...myself,” he said with a friendly smile. “Fine,” I thought. “I’m reading too much into this. My imagination is just that...pure imagination.” I slid my underwear off and tossed it into the bag. “Perfect! Now let’s get you something for that headache and then you can take a hot shower. That alone will do wonders for those aches from the fall. You really must start being more careful in your surroundings, Ben. Danger lurks in the most innocuous situations.” I followed him into his kitchen with my boyish hardon bouncing about wildly with every step. For as wrong as this should have felt, there was such a magical rush being freely naked in front of Mr. Barnes. Perhaps knowing that my parents would have murdered me for being like this made it all the more titillating. He opened a cupboard and pulled out an unlabeled, orange pill bottle. Handing me a pink pill, he poured a swig of whiskey into a glass that was on the counter. “I can’t possibly,” I protested. “My parents would kill me if I drank alcohol.” Mr. Barnes handed me the glass. “I promise not to tell. Besides, it’ll help the medicine get rid of that headache faster.” I liked the smell as I sniffed the glass. “Pill in mouth and one big swig of the nectar of the gods.” I placed the strange pill onto my tongue and poured the entire bit of whiskey into my mouth. I got it all down, but I started coughing like I had smoked my first cigarette. Mr. Barnes started laughing. “Not too bad for your first drink I suppose. Like with most things going in one’s mouth, it gets better with every taste. Shower is down the hall and last door on your left. I’ll get to work on these,” he said holding the bag of my soiled clothes up, “and to fixing the bike as well while you clean up. Everything you need should be in there.” “Thanks, Mr. Barnes. I’m sure lucky you were there to rescue me.” “I suppose you are. But please, Ben, Mr. Barnes is my asshole of a father,” he said smiling. “You can call me Sir.” I was taken back for a brief moment. “Go ahead...say it again but correctly this time.” I felt my cock suddenly twitch and my balls tighten. “I’m lucky you were there to rescue me. Thank you, Sir.” Mr. Barnes smiled. “That’s a good boy. You’re a quick learner aren’t you? Now, off to the shower with you.” I didn’t even bother to shut the bathroom door. There didn’t really seem to be a point in doing it when Mr. Barnes had already seen me completely naked, and secretly, perhaps I wanted him to possibly watch me. He had an impressive walk-in shower that could easily fit several people. Nozzles and knobs everywhere, I started twisting and pulling until hot water started falling from above and spraying me from my sides. Somehow, I had managed to turn on some pulsating function with the nozzles on the shower’s side. The rhythmic pulsing and staccato stings of the water were surprisingly pleasurable. Their fleeting bits of induced pain even felt good on my cock and balls. I was doubly enticed when I bent over and pulled my cheeks apart and the pulses lapped at my delicate pucker. In fact, I couldn’t resist temptation. With a hand planted on the shower’s glass wall, I bent over and pushed my ass back to spread it open. I teased myself at first. The hot water from the closest nozzle pulsed against the inside of my right buttock. I twisted and contorted myself so the blasts of water danced all around my virginal hole. Closing my eyes and moaning softly, I began slowly stroking my wet erection. That was enough teasing though, I moved my hips slightly and was greeted once again by the sting of the water striking my tender asshole. It felt as divine as it did torturous. The unrelenting pressure felt as if it would tear me open and begin filling me up. It happened so quickly. An enormous bodily twitch followed by a thick spurt of my cum plastered against the clear glass. What normally would have ended in a limp cock and feelings of guilt, this orgasm only seemed to make me more lustful. My throbbing headache had been supplanted by a delightful floating feeling. Everything began to feel beyond amazing. It was as if I could distinctly feel every sensation taking place all at the same time. I quickly dropped to my knees, and without thinking, ran my tongue up the trail of spunk I created. It was the first time I dared to taste my own seed. I was instantly regretful upon tasting it that I hadn’t been swallowing every orgasm’s gift that I had ever produced. It was now abhorrent to me that I wasted it all; letting it get wiped away by a paper towel or tissue for all these years. “Never again,” I promised myself. I stood up and noticed that my cock was still at full attention. “Well that’s new,” I thought to myself. Normally it’d be a shriveled, little clit after such an expulsion. I realized that I couldn’t play in his shower forever though. Grabbing for a large bottle of shampoo, my eyes exploded wide. What was this hiding behind the shampoo? I nearly dropped the bottle in my hand when I saw the fleshy, pink dildo tucked away into the corner. There it stood at full attention with its suction-cup base firmly planted on the tiled ledge. It wasn’t particularly long—maybe only five inches plus the fake balls. But what it lacked in length, it more than made up for in girth. My eyes darted to the bathroom doorway. I didn’t see Mr. Barnes. I felt my balls tighten and ache as my gaze fixed upon the soda can like phallus. My cravings were too intense to ignore, but my unspoiled asshole seemed to clench painfully shut. I grabbed the silicone beast and got back onto my knees. The water raining down upon me had gone from nearly scalding to merely a step above warm. As I affixed the dildo to the glass in front of me, I reached for the bottle of conditioner. After squirting a copious amount of the thick liquid into my left hand, I leaned down and began lapping at the fat cock in front of me as if I were teasing it. Tracing the uncut head with my tongue, I began to imagine all of the streams of water hitting me as glorious jets of warm piss from each member of the football team. I could see myself on my knees in the gym shower surrounded by them—each of them relieving their near-bursting bladders on me. I cocked my head to the side and pushed forward. The unforgiving toy forced itself between my lips and rested full cradled by my tongue. As I began sucking my imaginary lover off as best as I could guess how, my left hand reached back behind me. I felt the cool, slick conditioner touch my hole. I moaned like a bitch in heat with the cock fully inside my mouth as I began lubing myself up. What better place to pop my cherry than at Mr. Barnes’ house. I’d relive this moment over and over every time I would jerk off in the future I told myself. Spinning around with my face away from the door, I knew I was taking a huge risk. If he caught me right now and told my parents, I couldn’t imagine what horrors may lay in store for me. But it was too late for me. With my head and body swimming in bliss and primal hunger, I couldn’t hear that voice normally inside myself telling me to stop. I just needed to be fucked. It was time. It would be worth it no matter the potential pitfalls. I pushed my hips back and suddenly felt the thick head spreading my ass effortlessly apart as it searched for my hole. When the tip finally made contact with my love hole, I moaned out. Water from the jet in front of me shot into the back of my mouth and sent me into ecstasy. “Unngghh fuck...yeah give me your hot piss in my mouth, Danny,” I said in a trance. I swallowed a mouth full of water as the water sprayed against my face. “Oh fuck yeah. I love swallowing your piss.” I opened my mouth to let more pretend piss fill my eager mouth. At the same time, I pushed back hard against the dildo. My innocent pucker clung to its purity with all its might, but my depraved desires would not be so easily denied. “Ahhhh god,” I cried out as my hole suddenly expanded to a diameter completely foreign to it. I quickly stopped and covered my mouth. My asshole was screaming in agony with a couple of inches of my impaler in side it. I tried to listen as best I could over the sounds of the shower. Was I too loud? Did I really just scream out or was that in my head? Everything felt like a deep dream now, one that I couldn’t quite wake up from. Then again, I don’t think I really wanted to wake up in that moment. I didn’t dare look behind me for fear of seeing Mr. Barnes standing in the doorway to his bathroom. Yet, the buried slut in me that I had been long suppressing took devilish delight in picturing him standing there watching me fuck myself for the very first time with his dildo. At least now I knew he was most likely gay. “Ohhh fuck, Mr. Barnes! You’re too big for me,” I moaned out before swallowing more pretend piss from an imaginary classmate. “This is my first time. Please, go easy on me,” I whimpered as I drove the rest of the thick cock into me. I felt the fake balls pressing against my hole and the wet glass of the shower against my ass cheeks. I was motionless for a minute—savoring the agony of being forcefully split open. The pain was nirvana. I could picture the enormous head and shaft inside my colon. It was caressed and secured lovingly by my tender insides. As I started to rock back and forth on Mr. Barnes’ dildo, I began to wish he had left another one in the shower for me to stuff my throat with. Imagine rocking back and forth and alternating the sensation of both holes being fucked! “If he were to walk in on me right now, I’d demand his cock in my mouth. Mmhhh or better yet, I’d have him starting fucking my ass and move that dildo into my mouth,” I told myself. “What a disgusting whore you are. Doing ass to mouth minutes after losing your virginity. You’re such a sick boy.” I was so lost in my fantasies that I hadn’t even realized how close to climaxing I was. Mid pump of the dildo and I felt myself shooting cum into the drain directly below me. I scooted forward and felt his dildo slip from my asshole. There was no “snap back” to tight. I laid down on my back with my knees bent and feet flat on the shower floor. My hole was wide open—wide open and happy. The warm water falling down onto my body from above was now almost cold. Fun time was over. I looked over past the dildo to the doorway. Nobody there. I wasn’t sure if I was sad or not by that. I made my way to my feet and quickly cleaned everything up; making sure to put everything back exactly where I found it. Although, if I’m being honest, I thought about leaving the dildo attached to the glass for Mr. Barnes to discover later. I thought for a moment that it might be a fun treat for him to know that I used it. Maybe I’d even get invited back to take another shower—possibly with him and the dildo at the same time! In the end though, I did my best to cover my naughty deeds. Stepping out of the shower, my body began to feel heavy and discombobulated. I reached for the sink to steady myself when Mr. Barnes suddenly appeared in the doorway. “Are you okay?” he asked. “I dunno. I feel a little funny.” I went to reach for a towel to dry myself and stumbled a bit before steadying myself with the vanity once again. “Yeah...maybe a little dizzy too.” “Probably the bonk to your noggin,” he said taking a towel and moving behind me. Without me asking he began to dry me off. I stood there looking at us in the large mirror. “Can you put your arms up without falling over?” “I...I think,” I said slowly putting my hands up in the air. “That’s good,” he said taking my hands and placing them behind my head. “Feet a little more apart…for balance.” As I spread my legs apart, he made quick but gentle work of the towel over my entire body. As he moved downwards closer and closer to my cock, I saw it get harder and harder in the mirror. I didn’t know what to say. His towel-covered hand grasped my shaft and made a couple of motions back and forth its length before cupping my balls to dry those as well. Sweet fucking bliss. I had no idea being towel dried could feel so incredibly erotic. “Okay, bend over the sink pretty please.” I bent over placing my hands on either side of the sink. Mr. Barnes started at my ankles and moved quickly up my legs until he was rubbing my cheeks. God it felt so good. I wanted to starting touching myself. “Last little bit. Pull them apart.” Should I have hesitated? I should have, right? Well, I didn’t. I immediately reached back and pulled my plump, little mounds apart exposing my freshly fucked hole. I wondered if he was going to be be able to tell that I used his dildo. I couldn’t really feel my hole gaping anymore. Then again, I couldn’t feel much of anything at the moment. He pressed the towel into my spread open ass and began drying. “Ohhhh fuck,” I accidentally moaned. Oh shit… “What?” he said. “What?” I dumbly said pretending to have said nothing. “I thought you said something.” “I don’t think I did.” Ah hell, I’m busted and look like a total [banned word]. “My mistake. You’re all dried off and squeaky clean. Still dizzy?” I tried to turn around but fell awkwardly forward into him. “I’ll take that as a definitely. Come lay down for a bit. Your clothes are drying and your bike is fixed. You can rest until you feel better and your clothes are ready.” Mr. Barnes walked me into his bedroom, and I essentially collapsed face down half awake and half asleep. His musk mixed with the faint smell of his cigars permeated the sheets and pillowcase my head laid upon. The scents were warm and soothing. I felt like I was floating inside myself on some sort of warm, soft cloud. “Scooch over,” he said softly. Dragging his pillow with me, I moved towards the center of his king-sized mattress. I was aware of the bed jostling as he apparently had climbed up into it. Nearly asleep, his warm, hairy legs bristled against both sides of my thighs. “He’s straddling me,” I thought as my mind drifted towards nothingness. Something warm squirted onto my back, but I knew it was too soon to be his cum. That’s when the scent of menthol wafted into my nose. His large paws pressed against my back as he began to massage the mixture into me. “Ooooohhhh god that feels good,” I moaned out. My filter had long been silenced. “I thought your poor muscles could use a good rub down with this stuff. It works wonders after a long day working construction to soothe my aches and pains. I figured it could probably help you too. Unless you want me to stop?” “Noooo...please more,” I cooed softly into his pillow. I wondered in that moment if my cock wasn’t already leaking into his fitted sheet. Then I wondered if his cock was leaking into his pants and creating a delicious wet spot. That’s when it hit me. I could feel his bare legs against me. He had taken off his pants. Oh my god...was he naked on top of me? Oh god. My mind immediately pictured precum dripping from the tip of his dick onto my bare ass. It was enough to almost make me spontaneously cum. He worked my back making sure to touch every inch of available flesh. As his hands traveled ever further down toward my rump, I could hear and feel my heart beating faster and faster, harder and harder with every inch that he traversed. His powerful fingers dug into my meat and kneading both cheeks simultaneously. I moaned like I was in heat. “That feels good, huh?” I just moaned deeply; hungry for more of his touch. He pulled my left cheek to the side. I could feel my asshole becoming fully revealed right before a giant squirt of the oil landed atop it. “It stings,” I whispered. “Mmmhh hmmm. That’s the menthol and eucalyptus,” he replied. He didn’t ask if I wanted him to stop or if I didn’t like how it felt. Mr. Barnes just held my cheek out and began rubbing the length of my crack with this right hand. Each time his fingers went over my hole, I know I pushed my hips upwards against them. It wasn’t me though. I wasn’t in control anymore, at least not mentally. My body just behaved as it desired without fear or consideration of my brain checking back in and stopping it from behaving badly. “Please…” I whimpered softly as his what felt like a thumb pressed firmly against my asshole. He said nothing. He must not have heard me. As his fingers made another pass over it, I felt his thumb press down even harder than before. He was so close to penetrating me. “Pleeeaase, Sir,” I whimpered louder. The pressure stopped. His fingers had vanished. I silently lamented this disappearance. Perhaps I had crossed some boundary in my foggy state of mind. I started to apologize when I suddenly felt pressure once more against Heaven’s gateway. It didn’t feel quite like his thumb though this time. Mr. Barnes grunted and shifted position atop me. His left hand never stopped forcefully holding my ass apart. Whatever was now poking at my asshole seeming to be teasing it. Moving in circles around it and pressing against it firmly from time to time. Oh my god...it’s his cock! He’s going to fuck me! Please! Please push it inside me! Oh god every fiber of my body wants it to happen. Right here. Right now! When he’d press against my hole, I could hear him moan and grunt as if he was holding himself back from claiming me as his own. The sixth time he pushed against me, I whimpered and pushed my hips up into the air—desperate to feel the tip of his manly cock penetrate my boyish body. Each time I could feel my hole beginning to be forced open he would deny it satisfaction by pulling away. Each time I would whimper audibly into his pillow. To my utter shock he soon changed tactics. He let go of my ass and placed his left hand into the pillow next to my head. His right hand, opened wide, palmed the back, right side of my head and drove the left side of my face deep into his pillow. His knees locked around my body close to my hips. I felt my cheeks wrap around what had to be the shaft of his cock. It felt as thick and hard as the dildo that was inside me fifteen minutes prior. As he began to grunt, his body lurched forward and backwards. His engorged member slid effortlessly back and forth the length of my slippery, oiled crack. He stayed atop me, forcing my face into his musky pillow while he fucked the length of my bubble butt. While I wanted to beg him to bury himself deep in my guts, I felt like I could barely move let alone talk in those moments. Everything felt heavy as if I was stuck in quicksand. I could hear Mr. Barnes breathing heavily now. The bed was rocking wildly. The padded headboard thudded against the wall in a symphony of violent thrusts. I tried to open my mouth to say, “Please,” but trying to spread my lips proved to be as impossible as opening my eyes. Mr. Barnes suddenly moved both of his hands. I felt him grab a hold of each cheek and yank them apart from one another. I could feel the tip of his cock finally pressing against my hole once more as he grunted. The tip methodically pressed ever so slightly, almost imperceptibly, into my hungry, little hole. His knees squeezed tightly against me. I could feel his legs trembling as he continued to grunt and groan. I realized he was cumming inside me. He had pressed just enough of the tip of his cock into my ass that he could empty all of his seed into me without technically fucking me. I wanted to thank him, but was too tired to speak. I just laid there picturing him squirting thick ropes of delicious, transcendent cum into me. I would take what I could get in that moment. * * * * * * * * * * * * * My eyelids lazily flickered open. That initial moment of panic of not knowing where I was flooded into me. I rolled over onto my back and stared in distress at the unfamiliar popcorn ceiling above me. My left hand rubbed my face before traveling down my chest and coming to rest on my stomach. I realized I was naked. My hand went lower and felt my limp cock and loose balls laying against my body. Yup, I was totally naked. With more than a little trepidation, I crawled out of the stranger’s bed and caught my reflection in a dresser mirror. Where was I and why was a totally naked? I heard voices faintly echoing down the long hallway connected to the bedroom I was in. I carefully crept inch by inch towards the distorted voices desperate not to make a sound and be discovered. Where the hell are my clothes? Carefully peeking around the corner into the living room, I saw Mr. Barnes sitting in a recliner full clothed watching television and smoking a cigar. “Mr. Barnes?” I sheepishly ask while presenting only my head visibly. “Benjamin! I was wondering when you were going to wake up.” “What am I doing here?” “You don’t remember? Maybe that fall from the bike was more serious than we first thought.” “Ohhh yeah...I kinda recall hitting something and then ending up in the mud. My bike…” “Fixed!” he interrupted. “And your clothes are all clean and dry,” he pointed towards an ottoman in front of his sofa. “I showered here?” “Mhh hmm. Maybe with water a bit too hot. I came in from fixing the bike and saw you face down asleep in my bed. I didn’t want to bother you, and your clothes were still drying anway.” I looked out the sliding glass door onto his deck. It was getting dark. “My parents!” I said stepping fully into the living room forgetting that I was naked for a moment. “No worries,” Mr. Barnes said standing up. “I called them and told a little fib. I said I ran into you coming home and needed help with my computer with David being away at college.” Relief washed over me. “I really owe you for that.” “Well, I’d hate for you to get into trouble over nothing. Maybe you want to get dressed?” I could feel myself blushing and my hands getting clammy. I walked over to the sofa and started getting dressed again. “How’s your headache?” “My headache?” “You said you had a pretty bad one when we got here before you took a shower.” “I did?” For the life of me, I couldn’t remember that. I didn’t really remember much of anything after falling off my bike into the mud. “I guess it’s gone. I feel a little spacey but not too bad. It’s kinda weird to admit but I don’t remember much of today.” “That’s good though! The mind does a good job of blocking out trauma,” he said with a soft smile. “You just need to take it easy the next few days, and start paying attention to what’s in front of you when riding your bike!” he joked while giving me a hearty pat on my back. We loaded my fixed bike back into his truck and he drove me home in relative silence. The entire time I had a nagging feeling that I was forgetting something but couldn’t latch onto anything specific that made me feel that way. I ascribed it to the blow to my head and a possible concussion. All that mattered now was that I was almost home safe and sound with my parents none the wiser for my biking mishap thanks to Mr. Barnes. He really came through for me. “Do you need help getting the bike out?” he said putting the truck into park. “No. I don’t think so. You’ve done so much for me today. You’re my savior. I really can’t thank you enough, Mr. Barnes.” I hopped out and grabbed my bike. As I began walking it towards the garage, Mr. Barnes rolled the passenger window down. “Ben,” he said. I stopped and cocked my head. “Mr. Barnes is my asshole of a father. You can call me sir.” A bizarre jolt of electricity went up my spine. That was...familiar? Somehow? Without another word from either of us, he rolled the window up and disappeared into the encroaching darkness of the moonless night. A handful of days went by with their typical mundane normalcy. Although, I will admit that my nightly fantasies of Mr. Barnes having his way with me had become exponentially more vivid and detailed. Where before the fantasies were amorphous and without clear definition and scope, they began to feel almost real and plausible all of the sudden. It’s as if I could finally include what he physically felt like in my fantasies without merely guessing. All of this led to more intense nightly orgasms and stronger desires to be seduced by him. My mouth would salivate at the thought of being back in his bed only this time with him atop of me while I pushed my bottom upwards into the air as a willing offering to his godly cock. It was a Thursday afternoon. I had just rode home from school. We had twelve days left before all of us seniors were finally done with school. It was odd to see both cars in our driveway. Something felt off. As I walked in the front door, I saw mom and dad sitting at the kitchen table looking through a stack of pictures. I wondered if grandma Beth finally passed. “What’s going on?” I asked obliviously. Their heads turned in unison with daggers shooting from their eyes. “How could you!” my mother yelled. “You have the devil in you. My own son!” “What are you talking about?” I asked walking forward completely baffled. “What you’ve done is unforgivable,” my father chimed in. “To think that you’ve...you’ve been hiding in our midst. That you could even go to church! You’ve despoiled it just by stepping foot in its doors.” This wasn’t a joke. They were in a near rage, and dread filled my body. “What exactly have I done?” My mother took a stack of photos and threw them towards me. “No mother should have to look at such filth! It’s an abomination!” The stack of thirty or so photos hit the carpet in front of my feet and exploded into a collage of images. Most had landed face up, and what I saw was incomprehensible. I stood looking down at pictures of me naked in a shower sucking on a dildo. Another had me pressing it into my ass while still in the shower. Another showed a closeup of a thumb pressing against my asshole. Yet another picture showed the closeup of the head of a cock against my hole with a tiny, creamy white puddle of cum present. I was gobsmacked. It was like a waking nightmare. “I didn’t do those things,” I stammered. “I’d remember if I did something like that!” “The demon in you is making you lie,” mother screamed. But I wasn’t lying. I know that was me in the pictures. I know it, but I had no memory of doing something like that. “You expect us to believe those are somehow fakes, Benjamin?” my father said with disgust. “I-I don’t know what you want to hear from me! I’m not admitting to something I didn’t do!” I protested while staring at the picture of cum leaking into my ass. Did I? Did this stuff happen? Why don’t I remember something so intense happening? “Your mother and I have talked about this. We called pastor Martin to come by the house.” “You fucking what?! Goddammit!” “Benjamin!” my mother yelled while bursting into tears. “Haven’t you done enough to us? You continue to lie about your...your...twisted perversion. Must you also blaspheme! You need saving, Benjamin!” “Saving from this bullshit,” I yelled back. “So fucking what if any of this happened? What does any of that matter? You think it takes a demon in me to do that?” I mimicked garbled speech like I was possessed. “Bullshit!” “Pastor Martin is on his way to collect you and take you to a place where you can be healed. He’s going to fix you with God’s boundless love and grace.” “The hell he is,” I replied. “Fuck both of you and YOUR perversions.” I ran out of the house and peddled away as fast as I could. A couple of hours had passed and dusk was settling into night. I sat secluded in the dense woods all that time—far away from anyone being able to find me. I sat there alternating between tears and rage trying to make sense of everything that happened. The one thing that my mind kept come back to was Mr. Barnes telling me to call him sir while dropping me off at home. There was something about that. Suddenly the dam burst. Everything flooded back into my head starting with the accident. I remembered saying, “Some days I secretly wish I had the ability to run away or even get kidnapped. I figure even that at its worst it is better than living at home.” What was it that he said back? Oh yeah, “You never know what can change your life’s path.” Then I remembered him helping me strip down, walking into his kitchen, and taking that little, pink pill; and then going to his shower. Oh god! Those pictures of me fucking that dildo facing away from the door. I did that! I forced that into my body while imagining swallowing piss from my classmates. That meant...what I thought was just a dirty dream of being massaged and “dry” humped actually happened. That was Mr. Barnes’ dollop of spunk resting on my tight pucker. It all happened and he had managed to record it. That could only mean that he was the one to anonymously mail those pictures to my parents. What had I wished for?! I peddled as quickly as I could—grateful for the light of the nearly full moon. It seemed to take an eternity to get there, but I knew this was my only option. I knocked on the front door anxiously waiting for a response. Maybe it was too late. I knocked again only harder. My whole body began to tremble uncontrollably as footsteps behind the door became audible. I heard the deadbolt and then the creaking of the hinges as the door slowly opened. “Hello, Sir” I said feeling my cock stiffen in my underwear. I stepped inside the dimly lit foyer and into my new life as slave. As soon as the door shut and bolted tight behind me, I began taking my clothes off. “You’re late,” he said. “It took me a while to remember everything and piece it all back together,” I replied with my eyes gazing down. Reaching my arms up, I placed my hands behind my head as I had done just days earlier. “Mmmmh,” the voice said. I felt hands reached around me under my arms. Fingers pinched and twisted my hard nipples as I winced. “It looks like you remembered everything.” He removed his hands from my chest and placed one on the back of my neck. Pressing me forward, he steered me back down that long hallway and back into that bed. I was entranced once again by the smell of his musk and cigar smoke. I crawled into the bed and laid there on my back with my cock stiff and my heart beating out of control. Mr. Barnes crawled onto the bed and lifted my legs above his shoulders. He crawled forward on his knees until I felt his hard cock against my ass. Reaching over me to a bottle of lube, he squirted some into his left hand and slid it down between our enmeshed bodies. I soon felt his slippery fingers against my asshole. “Oohhhh god,” I whimpered out. “I am your god now, boy. Cock is all that you will worship from now on. Do you understand?” “Yes, Sir,” I cooed. He reached down and grabbed the shaft of his dick. Pressing it against my asshole he said, “I was happy to discover you finding my dildo in the shower. I’ll admit that it was a complete accident though. David used to love showing daddy how much he could take. I guess I forgot it was even in there, but I’m delighted you were so at home riding it—ever better than he did.” “It was so big for my first time,” I moaned as Mr. Barnes began pressing his thick head into my hole. “Uhhh uhhhh,” I cried out while biting my lower lip in pain. “Mmmhhh such an appetite you had for your first time. I’m impressed, but you’ll find that my cock is even thicker.” “Ooohhhh fuck,” I cried out. My hands flailed forward against his hips as the head of his cock popped fully inside me for the first time. A devilish smile formed on him. He quickly grabbed my hands and placed them over my head and held them down forcefully. “Mmmmhh yes. What was it that you said when the dildo finally slid in your cunt, boy?” “Ohhh fuck, Mr. Barnes! You’re too big for me,” I moaned hungrily. “That’s right. That god me so hard. It was almost impossible to not join you in the shower and feel my cock inside that tiny ass of yours. But, that would have spoiled everything.” Mr. Barnes began thrusting in and nearly out of me with powerful strokes. I could feel my asshole being stretched to its limit. Every time he nearly pulled out of me, it felt like my insides were being pulled out as well. He moved one hand to my face and squeezed my mouth open before spitting into it. I moaned like a whore and swallowed. “Such a pristine little slut you are...pristine and un-corrupted...for the time being least.” He leaned over and kissed me—pressing his meaty tongue into my mouth as he drove his cock balls deep into me. His tongue played with mine as I moaned. Sitting back up, he grabbed my thighs and began fucking me with serious intent. I was putty in his paws. “You feel better than I imagined. I’m happy I was able to resist the urges I had while you were passed out. As fun as siding back and forth between these cheeks was, this is the true prize. Now you get to experience being fucked like a boy should.” “You came inside me,” I moaned dreamily. “While I was passed out. I thought it was all a dream, but in the pictures, that was your cock against my hole.” “Cum should never be wasted,” he grunted while relentless pounding my ass. The squelching of his lubed cock violating me paired beautifully with the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh in unfettered passion. “It always belongs in the boy’s hole. Do you understand?” “Yes, Sir.” “From now on, you will never refuse any alpha’s load from being deposited in your hole.” “Any?” I moaned realizing I was close to my own orgasm. “More than just yours?” Mr. Barnes smiled. “I have such plans for you, Benjamin.” With that he buried his throbbing member into my boy pussy and unleashed a torrent of seed into me. He kept himself deep inside as he continued to twitch and grunt. “I want it all, Sir.” “That’s a good boy,” he said. After a couple of minutes he pulled out of me and stood next to the bed. He was leaking cum and semi-hard still. I turned in bed and placed my head off the edge of the bed and opened my mouth wide. “That’s a very good boy,” he said pressing his cock into my mouth. Leaning over with one hand wrapped tightly around my throat and the other grabbing my aching cock, he began fucking my mouth until his dick snaked its way into my throat. “Nothing feels quite like a bulging throat,” he grunted. “You’re going to make me drain another load right into your tummy.” I choked, gagged and spit up slime as he began throat fucking me with wanton abandon. It didn’t take long before my own body was twitching from lack of oxygen. This somehow delighted my body and I found myself cumming like a fountain. I felt the ropes of my own seed land against my stomach and chest. “Mmmhhh what prolific cummies,” he said ramming his cock as deep as he could. My arms flailed helplessly off the side of the bed as his furry balls rested against my face. I could feel them spasm against my nose as he came once again deep into my throat. My eyelids flitted open and shut uncontrollably as I was desperate to breathe. As I felt reality about to slip away, Mr. Barnes pulled out of my mouth. I gasped for air after immediately swallowing what he had shot into my throat. His fingers scooped up the trails of my cum. He licked them clean and sighed. “Nothing quite like a good Christian boy’s spunk.” I looked up as he backed away slightly. It was then that I noticed a fading tattoo nestled behind some of his fur. I sat up in bed. “What’s that a tattoo of?” Mr. Barnes smiled. “This scorpion?” “Yeah...I like it. Maybe I can get one so I’m marked as yours, Sir.” “Would you like that?” “I would love to earn it, Sir.” “What was it that you said back on your hands and knees with a dildo stuff in your ass in my shower? Hmmm. Oh yes. ‘Give me your hot piss in my mouth, Danny.’ I may not be Danny, but I can certainly oblige that craving of yours.” Mr. Barnes walked to the threshold of the bathroom snapped his fingers and then he pointed toward the floor in front of his feet. I slid out of his bed onto all fours and crawled to where he pointed. He turned and walked into the bathroom with me following eagerly behind like his obedient bitch. Opening the door to the shower, he snapped his fingers and pointed near the center drain. I crawled into the shower obediently and leaned back onto the heels of my feet. As he took his cock in hand and aimed it towards my face, I silently opened my mouth as wide as I could. “You’re going to make the perfect slave, boy.”
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Gavin here, I am tall, very good looking and have a big dick. I cum a lot and have no problem getting guys to let me fuck them and cum deep inside them but I like taking virgin hole especially if they don't want it. I had my eye on this young guy who moved to the city a few weeks ago. He was cute, tight and had a hot bubble butt on him. Max was all of 5'7 135 white, blonde with brown eyes. He was all of 20 and wanted to try a new city. I had over heard him talking to a girl that who must have been his friend or sister that he was having a hard time meeting people and fitting in. She told him he had always been shy and he should try to break that and hang out with her and some of her friends soon. I text a buddy of mine, 25 5'11 white dude that I needed his help. Danny text me back and said anything you need bud. I text him all about Max my new mark and told him he needed to befriend him and get him to hang out. Danny text back and Said sure, I gave him all the details and even text a picture of Max so he knew who he was going after. Danny started hanging out at the store where Max worked and they hit it off. Went to the movies a few times and even went out dancing and met some girls. Danny made sure Max did not get any number but they flirted hard and Danny always gave the girls his number. May would ask if the girls ever wanted to hang out and Danny would explain he told them he was not into it if Max his new bud could not come along. Max thought that was great and felt closer to his new bud. He had only ever had one other guy who was a friend like this in junior high but he moved a year after they met. Danny kept me posted on how close they were getting and I text him that it was time. Danny agreed, Max completely trusted him at this point. He told Max to meet him at gym at 3 PM on his day off but to wait for him out front. Danny walked up around 3:10 and greeted Max. Max had his gym bag and thought they were going to work out. Danny told him to follow him, we will come back in a little while. They walked two blocks and ended up at Danny Flat. Danny did not say a word and walked right in and Max followed. Danny asked Max if he like video games and Max said sure. Danny pointed to the couch and went into the kitchen made them both a drink. Max had the blue glass with some G and Danny just straight juice. He handed Max his drink and told him to chug and they both did. Danny grabbed it and went back to the kitchen and told Max the he beat him this time but they were going to do the best two out of three and this time Danny won. One more round and he let Max win. Max sat down a little light headed. He said, I think I drink that too fast. I feel weird, Danny said fuck dude just lay your head back a minute and you will regain yourself. Max did but his eyes felt so heavy and before he know it they just closed. Danny text Gavin and was there in five minutes. He was just down the street waiting for the text, He walked in and told Danny to grab the kids arm and they lifted him and took him into the bathroom and undressed his little body and they were both surprised the kid was packing a big 9" dick. They looked at each other and said fuck, what a same that dick is gonna go to waste. This little fucker is a true bottom or will be soon. Max was straight and had never even thought of having sex with a guy but that did not matter anymore. They put him in the shower and propped him up and cleaned him out and the boy uttered inaudible noises and then they took him to the far bedroom. The room had it's own entrance from the outside and a small twin bed with a low headboard in the middle of the room facing to door to the hall way. They lowered Max on the bed and placed his chest on the material of the headboard and tied his hands behind his back, placed restraints on his knees and tied them to the headboard and then connected restraints to his hands and then attached them to the restraints on his knees. They left him there with a video on him. Danny kept an eye on the video and Gavin left. An hour later Danny text Gavin and up popped a video of the kid struggling to get loose from his restrained self. Text received by Danny, "little fucker has some fight." The video showed Max tugging and trying to get loose and swearing and angry. He was so hot like that. Danny had slipped in the room from the outside and slipped a blindfold then text me that Max was ready. He left the room and I entered and got up on the bed behind the boy and ran a hand on his ass, he tried to pull away and told Gavin not to fucking touch him but Gavin never moved his hand. While the kid was struggling to get away he put the other hand on his left ass cheek and spread them apart so he could see that sweet little fuck hole and he blew on it. That little pucker winked at Gavin, all the while the kid was begging him to stop and then Gavin lightly licked this kids hole and he was saying stop but was not pulling away. Gavin worked that little boy pussy with his tongue and soon the kid was moaning and loving it. He grabbed his phone and came up for air and text Danny to come back in then went back to eating that boys cunt. Danny came back in and started rubbing the kids chest and Max went silent and tensed up but then started to moan even louder. Danny had done this before so he knew to start encouraging Max. Good boy he said as he whispered in his ear, Max tried to ignore him but then he started to kiss his neck. Max tensed up but Gavin tongue fucked him for a minute and he relaxed and Danny moved to right in front of Max and kissed him and stayed there till Max took Danny's tongue in his mouth. Danny and Max made out while he moaned and soon Gavin stopped eating the kids hole and lubed it up. Then his dick while Danny kept making out with him and then Danny broke the kiss and stood back while Gavin inched the head of his dick against that little fuck hole, Max realized what was about to happen and said no fucking way, get the fuck away you fag and as he started to say fag Gavin slowly pressed his dick against that tight little ass hole and the kid started to pant and scream as his hole spread for Gavin's big dick. Gavin had a thick 8.5 in check with a fat head. He was 6'1 180 white and modeled. Max began to really struggle to take that big dick and begged Gavin to stop and then began to cry as Gavin slowly pressed his dick now half way in. Gavin pulled out and slide back in and the boy got louder and the first words from Gavin were Shut the fuck up you whore, you have been parading that ass around begging to get fucked and not that you are you are such a fucking sissy. Gavin leaned in and pressed his dick slowly in the boy and smacked his head while he did it. Even with the blindfold on tears were running down Max's face and Gavin began to long fuck him. Please stop, it hurts too much. Fucker Gavin said once you open up you will be begging us to fuck you. I can't please for another three minutes and then Gavin shoved his dick in and held it there and said fucking whore, you feel me cumming in you. You are a terrible fuck but you still got me off. You will get better boy! Gavin stayed in the kid and fucked him for another ten minutes and the kid started to open up some and shot another load in him. He pulled out and got up and slapped the kids ass and said that is a good start fucker and got dressed and left. He text Danny it was his turn and that he would be back in an hour to take the kid and had invited some buds. Invite David over if you want, he always like to clean up and virgin after his cherry is busted. Danny took a picture of Max's wrecked cunt with pink juice running out of it and shot it to David and then climbed up and started fucking the kid with his average girth 8" dick. Max's ass was so wet and cummy that it did not take Danny long to cum and after he pulled out he got up and Max asked him to let him go and Danny said boy you have a lot more fun tonight and walked out of the room. He watched the video and the boy started to cry again and his head slumped down, He stayed like that for five minutes and David let himself in and got up behind the kid and started to lick his sloppy cunt and eat that loosened up hole. Danny watched as the boy got cleaned up and he started to moan again, Danny slipped back in and started feeding the kid poppers while David tongue fucked the kid. I stepped back to see him work and told him to show me that cunt and David pulled off and spread that torn up little cunt and it was so clean, no cum or blood in site. David got up and went and knelt down in front of Max and started to kiss him as Danny fingered and played with that boy cunt. Danny slide one, then two fingers and finally three inside the boy while he kissed David. Then David unzipped his pants and pulled out his dick. Told the boy to open wide and slide his dick inside the boys mouth. David was not hung 7" pretty thin but lots of forskin. He fucked the kids mouth and the kid gagged on his dick and then he grabbed the kids head and held it while he shot down his throat. The kid coughed and tried to pull way but David held him there. Then David pulled his dick out and shoved his fingers in three of them just like his ass. Max gagged as David encouraged Danny to go deeper. Then he pulled them out and held four fingers up. Danny pulled his out and got some lube just under then bed and lubed them up and they both worked four fingers in the boy from opposite ends. He gagged and bucked but eventually he had four fingers down this throat and all the way up his ass. David was hard again and stuck his dick back in the boys mouth while Danny finger fucked the kid. David did not last long and just ass he shot another load in the kids throat Danny pulled out from finger fucking the kid and shoved hid cock in and came inside the boy. David kissed Max again and then whispered in his ear, take lots of cum boy I will be back to eat your cunt later. Danny and David both left opposite doors and Max was left there to rest.
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THE NEWEST STAFF MEMBER Part 1: MeaTing the appliCUNTS “NEXT!” Riley called at full volume into the large gymnasium/impromptu waiting room, before glancing up and realizing there was only one kid still waiting to interview for the sales position. “Oh sorry kid…didn’t see you there…you know this position is for 18 or older, right?” “Yessir,” responded the lad who Riley guessed to be 15 at the oldest, based on his height, smooth skin, round cheeks and the layer of baby fat still clinging to his trim frame. Sensing the older man’s disbelief, the boy produced his Velcro wallet by tugging on the chain connecting it to his neon green belt, which contained a driver’s license that showed him to be 18 only two weeks before. “See dude…I mean, sir. Just turned 18 on the 23rd of last month.” “I see that,” Riley said, still examining the ID. The edge of the window containing the laminated sheet conveniently covered the expiration date, making the man smirk to himself. He remembered using the same trick when using his cousin’s expired ID to get into clubs in college. Still the boy was able to answer all the trick questions Riley could come up with (what is your sign? Isn’t your house right down the street from ______? I guess that means you graduated in _____?), so he let it drop and turned his attention to the kid’s application as he turned to head back into the office. “I don’t wanna waste your time young man,” Riley said to the boy, offering him a seat across the small desk from where he’d set up his laptop. “We’re looking for someone with some sales experience, and the only work you’ve done is mowing lawns and walking dogs.” “If you give me a chance Mr. um” The boy paused, realizing he’d forgotten to catch Riley’s name when he announced it to the group earlier that morning. “Marx. Riley Marx.” The older man reminded him, smirking again at the inexperience the teen showed. “Seriously?” The boy’s face widened with a smile, making him seem even younger. “Riley is my name too!” “Is that so?” Marx returned the smile as he glanced down at the application the teen filled out and turned into him. “This says your name is Robert Dawson.” “Uh, yeah.” The boy’s voice cracked as his mind sped to find an explanation. “that’s, you know, my, um, legal name. Everyone just, um, CALLS me Riley, cause, um, my Dad’s name is Robert too and that way we don’t get mixed up.” It was more likely that this young man really was named Riley and the ID and name belonged to a similar looking older brother or perhaps even a family friend, but Riley Marx decided he would let it slide since the boy seemed so relieved that he was not asking any follow up questions. Instead he sat back and listened to the determined teen insist that, given the chance, he’d prove himself to be a hard worker, quick learner and dedicated employee. He told a sad tale of his acceptance into a program at the nearby community college, but being unable to afford it as the 5th of 7 kids. It was tempting to hire the boy, but Marx knew better than to give in to such fancies when corporate sent him to handle the hiring of a new sales force at jobfairs like this one. They cared very little about sweet stories and high hopes in comparison to high volume sales and technical know-how. Heartbroken, the boy stood and shook the hand of the 43 year old interviewer and walked slowly towards the door, nodding along as he heard the same reasons he’d heard at every interview he’d been to since dropping out of school and getting his GED. As he was about to step back into the gym, now eerily quiet and lonely with no one left waiting, he stopped and turned to make one last plea. “Please sir, I gotta get some money and move out on my own. I can’t take another day sleeping in a room with my 3 brothers, sharing one bathroom between the 9 of us,” the younger Riley begged, his eyes welling up with tears. The older Riley was still ready to stand firm until the boy uttered the three most perfect words: “I’ll do anything.” “I can’t hire you for the company,” Riley Marx repeated, causing the boy to look down and sigh, but his gaze shot up as the man continued. “But, if you’re willing, I’ve been looking for someone to work for me as a pool cleaner, grounds keeper and general go-fer at my house. I can’t pay much, but you could stay in the basement while you’re working for me, and there should be plenty of spare time for you to find another part-time job and perhaps even start school again.” “I’LL TAKE IT! ” The boy shouted, lunging back into the room and thrusting his hand into the older man’s palm. “Thanks so much dude, this is awesome-“ “Not so fast!” The man said, stopping the pumping hand grasping his own, and pulling the teen in slightly. “If I’m gonna put my ass on the line for you, there will be no more of this Dude stuff. It will be Sir or Mr. Marx, and I will call you Riley or kid, got it?” “Yes Ri- I mean Yes sir, Mr. Marx.” The teen was a quick study. “Good, and one more thing,” Mr Marx lowered his voice and pulled the teen even closer, until his sandy brown mop of hair was so near to Mr. Marx’ nose that he could smell the cheap shampoo and sweet scent of hair gel, making his dick begin to harden inside his designer briefs. “I can’t have my neighbors thinking I hired some random kid off the streets or wake up to your parents banging on my door, demanding I return their little boy, so as far as your family is concerned, you tell them you’ve got a job working as a camp counselor and won’t be able to call or text or anything except occasionally email. If anyone near my house asks, you’re my nephew, and you’re living with me until you find a job, understood kid?” “Yes sir, Mr Marx. Thank you sir!” They shared a momentary “bro-hug” (one arm pat on the back while shaking the other arm) and the teen dashed off with instructions to check his email when he got home, where he would find Mr. Marx address and the time and day that weekend he was to arrive. Now that the kid was gone, Marx wasted no time in opening his laptop, freeing his hard cock from his khakis and briefs and setting to work to find the boy on social media. With the help of the 20 year old female profile, (Tricia) he’d created to aid in such searches, he quickly landed on the home page, blog and profile of one Riley Dawson. Jerking furiously, he scrolled through album after album of pictures from school dances, summer parties, family vacations, until he found some pictures from a friend’s slumber party with a lock on them. Two lines of flirting with the boy who’d posted them and a friend request from Tricia was all it took to get the password and Marx had to slow his stroking to stop from cumming right then and there. From start to finish, the photos showed the kid and a few buddies performing a strip show for some girls, each lad eventually ending up in nothing but a sock pulled on over his semi-hard teen tent pole. Some of the teens were better hung or more ripped, but none of them had the cute, innocent, cherubic look that Riley Dawson had. Plus, the kid was nearly hairless from head to toe, except for a light dusting under each arm, a slight trail from his belly button to his “sock” and some peach fuzz on his calves, forearms and buns. The most promising pictures appeared once the boys were back in their boxers though. A set showing the underage party goers enjoying a bottle of jack daniels, jello shots and a very large bong with a huge bowl filled to the brim with green, sticky-looking weed. The last photo in the collection featured the kid, bong in one hand, plastic cup filled with jack and coke in the other, as he exhaled a mighty cloud of smoke towards the camera. Jumping up with his pants around his ankles and dashing as best he could to the door, Marx locked it and shut the blinds over the window looking out from the rec center office onto the empty gym. He could hear the sounds of kids playing ball in the next gym over and occasionally their coach’s whistle, but he risked the possibility of being found in favor of smoking while jerking to the photos of his new guest. Whipping out his glass bubble, he sparked the torch and melted the crystal puddle inside it. His hand left his throbbing 9 inch prime cut of meat long enough to take a massive hit from the pipe, before setting it aside and continuing his work. He imagined how easy it was going to be to convince the kid to try smoking tina, and with a small dose of g to ease the road, how much fun they’d have once he had the kid, nude, lubed and stuffed full of his massive member. Closing his eyes and seeing the teen’s smile, he heard the boy’s voice repeat over and over “I’ll do anything” and could see his face change into a gasp of ecstasy as his imaginary penis covered them both in boycum, while his sweet virgin hole took every inch of Marx meat until he was swallowed entirely by boybuns. Fountains of sperm erupted from the perverted drug-dealing middle-aged man’s cock at that moment. The desk, keyboard, screen, cheap carpet, squeaky old rolling chair, his shirt, pants, briefs, tie and even the calendar pinned up behind him all received a healthy shot of seamen across them, soaking in where they could, and otherwise drying until sticky and crusty white. When the last spasm shook his body, Mr. Marx collected himself, emailed the photos to a couple of friends and packed up his belongings. The idea of cleaning his fluids from the office furniture or at least wiping off the boys basketball calendar crossed his mind, but he decided to leave things as they were, since no one would be back to this office for a few hours anyway, and by then the stains would be mistaken for spilled soda or sunscreen. “Shit,” Mr. Marx stopped just outside the door to the exit, and turned instead to the locker room, since he could see the splash of cum across his oxford, tie and pants now that he was under the fluorescent lights of the gym once more. Standing at the sink, he dabbed the spots with cold water, and while he saved the shirt and khakis, he knew there was no chance for the tie. Untying it and pulling it from round his neck, he rolled it up and tucked it in his pocket, deciding to save it anyway, his mind filling with naughty thoughts of how many ways he could use it to restrain his new teenage boytoy. His cock was hard again, so he turned around and walked back towards the stalls, only stopping when he heard a soft moan coming from a changing booth at the far end of the lockerroom. Glancing down to where it originated, he had a hard time seeing since the lights were out at that end and the sun had set enough to only give a soft glow through the frosted glass bricks that lined the top of the stalls. Still, he couldn’t miss the unmistakable sound of a lighter clicking and a boy coughing while an older voice whispered “that’s good boy. Take another hit then get back to sucking my cock.” Sneaking closer, careful to be as quiet as possible, Mr. Marx smiled as the occupants came into view. The older voice belonged to the Basketball coach and Mr. Marx longtime friend who allowed him to use the gym for interviews. The young coughs belonged to a teen from the team, who was so busy puffing at the pipe and thrusting his hard cock against the coach’s, that he never saw the two old pervs share a smile and the coach signal for Mr. Marx to come join them. The boy choked and coughed on his huge cloud, but the coach wasted no time before shoving the young college bound ball player’s head towards his hefty 8 inch uncut black meat. With his mouth impaled on the black battering ram, no one heard his muffled scream as Mr. Marx unleashed his dripping dick and speared it up the boy’s hole. Crying and struggling, the boy was no match for the two older, more experienced men, who had raped barely legal lads like him for nearly twenty years together. It wasn’t until he was so defeated that he went limp that his arms were allowed to fall from where the coach had twisted them behind his back. Knees buckling, he only whimpered as they twirled him onto his back on the changing booth floor and continued tag teaming his hole while feeding him hit after hit off the pipe. Soon he had two sizeable cumloads inside him, and his own boyjizz splattered all over his smooth tan abs, team jersey, and smeared across his coffee colored lips and burgeoning black moustache. “Thanks for letting me get in on that,” Marx said as the men watched the teen limp to his beaten-up old sedan and speed off towards home. Experience told him not to worry about the young man possibly reporting him for rape. To young latin studs like him, masculinity was everything, and if it got out that he’d taken the sperm of a black stallion and some white business man, he’d be dead to his family, and never be able to find a woman who would marry him. “I’ll text you this weekend, Coach, once my new pool boy moves in and you can return the favor after I break in his virgin ass.” “Sounds good Mr. Marx,” The muscular black 47 year old replied as they parted ways in the parking lot. “Been awhile since we shared a virgin, you gonna invite all the guys?” “Maybe,” Marx replied, feeling his dick throb again. “we’ll see if I think he can survive a gang bang like that…” End of part 1
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A Night of Firsts When I got to Jay's, he was already prepared for what he had planned for me. It was straight to his bathroom, undress and then begin a series of seriously, gut-filling enemas. Once the water ran clear, he escorted me into his bedroom. I always felt awkward being in that room. Jay was "married" to his lifelong partner. That was technically their room, and despite constant assurances since the day we met online that his partner was okay with him having a slave, I always felt like I was a homewrecker of sorts—or at least a potential one. On the bed was a set of thigh-high, fishnet stockings, a short, black, pleated skirt and a black tank-top that had SLUT in rhinestones across the chest. I was understandably confused. "What's this for?" "You said you used to pretend being a girl when you and your best friend would fool around." "Right...and?" "Tonight, you're going to be a girl. You're lucky you actually look like a fairly passable girl despite being over six-foot thanks to your curly, long hair. Come on...get dressed." I was still unsure but also excited by a new challenge being presented to me. In a few moments I was standing at the foot of his bed all dressed up. I felt sexy, slutty, confident, vulnerable, confused, embarrassed...all of those feelings all at once as I looked at myself in his dresser mirror. Jay produced a pink chastity cage and told me to lift my skirt. This was something neither of us had ever discussed, and it was the first time that I had ever seen a cage in person. It took some wrangling to suppress my erect cock enough to get it locked away. My meat bulged against it—pressing my shaft's skin through every available open space. It was incredibly uncomfortable and simultaneously reassuring. It felt proper to have my cock locked away in this cute thing. As soon as my visual transformation was complete, his partner walked in and lifted my skirt front and then back. "Very cute," he said. "She's going to have fun tonight." Both men chuckled at the plan only they were privy to. It didn’t take a lot of convincing to get me to walk into that adult bookstore; not nearly as much as one would expect. Perhaps that was thanks to the giant bottle of pre-opened water he demanded I drink on the way there. At some point, Jay had apparently slipped something into it. By the time we arrived, I was already cozy on cloud nine. While I realized that someone I knew might recognize me dressed as a girl in this tiny skirt that barely covered my ass, it just didn’t seem to bother in that headspace. Jay apparently knew the owner behind the counter, and with a flash of my ID, he waved us on with an impish smile. I was paraded up and down the aisles of the store while Jay feigned interest in the porno DVDs or sex toys for sale. I nearly fainted when a guy in his 50's with gray beard walked up to me and lifted the back of my skirt to grope my ass, and then reached around to wave my caged cock around. I stood silent, but Jay's smile let me know this was going how he had planned. By the third set of hands feeling me up, I was beginning to openly moan being manhandled like a bimbo. "Come on," Jay said. I thought we were leaving, and I was actually sad. But rather than leaving, he led me through a door into an arcade. We walked silently down a poorly lit, stinky corridor. A series of doors close together were on our right, and we passed a single door on the left that had THETER misspelled on a strip of masking tape. Jay walked me into a room on the right. As I stepped in, I could see three of the guys from the store area coming towards us. It didn't even hit me until I saw the jizz-stained monitor playing porn that he had taken me to a gloryhole. This was something we had talked about in great detail doing. I was obsessed with the fantasy of going to one for the past couple of years. I guess I was so caught up in becoming a girl and being groped that I was blind to what was going to happen until we got into that room. Jay moved the stool to the center of the room and opened the partition covers on both holes for the room. He lifted my skirt and we both saw the heavy string of precum that was hanging down from the tip of my dick. As soon as my bare bottom hit the stool, a stranger's hard cock was coming through the hole in front of me. Jay took out his phone and began recording as he told me that I knew what to do. I was so turned on and ravenous for this exact experience that I was immediately licking and sucking on my first anon cock. I was surprised and bit disappointed how quickly he came, but I was still happy to be swallowing my first anon load. Another cock came through a few minutes later, and as I leaned forward to suck a new stranger off, I felt hands grabbing at my ass through the hole behind me. Jay told me to stand up, and he moved the stool to the corner of the narrow room. I kept licking and sucking as the new stranger's hands squeezed my ass, played with my caged cock through my spread legs and then I felt a finger push into my asshole. It was a moment of pure exhilaration and bliss being finger-fucked by one man with another's cock throbbing in my mouth about to explode. The stranger behind me fingered my asshole rapidly with one and then two fingers. But then it suddenly stopped. As I swallowed strange load number 2, Jay pushed my hips back towards the wall behind me. I felt my little, bubble-butt depress against the rough wood. My mind was racing with a million wicked thoughts of what was about to happen. I just stood there, bent over, savoring the warm, salty aftertaste in my mouth waiting for what I knew was about to happen. A total stranger would be fucking me for real; no fantasy; no pretend roleplay. I felt Jay sit his phone on my lower back and grab my ass from the sides. He pushed and pulled lining me up for the hole in the wall I assumed. I knew it was about to happen when he forcefully pulled my ass apart and told me to push back hard against the wall. I eagerly complied while Jay grabbed his phone off my back and pointed it right in my face to capture my every expression as my first true stranger penetrated me. I suddenly felt the stranger's cock against my hole. As he started to push into me, I moaned loud enough that I was a little embarrassed, but I couldn't help myself. I felt my eyes just explode open as this guy's cock forced me open. He was way bigger than Jay, and Jay appeared to love the fact this stranger was about to turn me inside out. "How does your first anon cock feel?" "It hurts soooo good," I moaned looking into his phone's camera lens. The anon behind me was mercilessly pounding me. It honesty felt like the wall was going to fall over or shatter. Even our door was rattling and clanging. Then the thought came to me; long after this strange dick had been violating me. I couldn't help myself but to ask though. It was morbid curiosity. "Is he wearing a condom?" I moaned in sync with his thrusts. Jay leaned over my back and returned with a smile. "No." "Uhhhh fuck," I moaned trying to hold my ass steady against the wall from the throttling it was receiving. Moving the camera from my face to over my ass, Jay captured my very first anonymous seeding. I so desperately wanted to jerk off right as that stranger was flooding my guts, but that clever cage denied me relief. I just dripped and dripped. As the anon cock slipped from my hole, Jay quickly, and much to my shock, inserted a fairly large butt-plug into me. "We don't want that to leak out do we?" Part of me did, but the dirty, slut I was dressed as agreed with Jay. I was ready for more loads, but Jay drove me back to his house. Together with his partner, we watched my night of taking three, separate, stranger's loads. They each took turns fucking my throat off the edge of their bed while tormenting my aching, caged cock.
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This is a true story and happened to me on my vacation in Tunis some years ago. I was sitting in the bar at the hotel and had had a few drinks, the waiter observed me really intence and kept coming back to offer more drinks. After the last one he brought my sight grew dim and I felt that it was time to go to my room and get some sleep. The waiter looked at me and said I could order one last drink and he would bring it to my room. Well I said Ok and gave him my room number, then went to my room. Approx 10 mins later I heard someone knock on the door and I just said "it`s open-come in. It was the waiter bringing my drink. He placed it on the table and in a sudden he was sitting beside me on the bed, placed his hand between my legs and grabbed my dick outside my pants. The next I remember is that he told me to stand up, I got turned around and he pulled my pants down to my knees in a quick operation and he pulled me forward onto the bed. I felt something slip up and down between my asschicks and then a huge pain when he borrowed his arabcock deep into my guts - then started to fuck me like there was no tomorrow . . . . There I was with my pants down and with a huge arab raw dick working my ass!After a few minutes I felt I started to like it a bit and got excited myself. Then as quick as it started - it was over but I felt something sticky sievering out of me and down my legs. I`m finnished he said - go wash yourself! He offered to come back after work and he also said he had a friend he wanted me to say hello to - I would not be disappointed he promised . . . . This still makes me excited - if anyone like to make it happen again ; give me a sign 😉
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26m, white, 6 ft, 180 lbs, Bi, Boston MA and NH or any other north eastern region. Willing to travel!! Dark blonde and blue eyed ISO a CNC experience. Need it to be rough, All consensual but fake/fantasy. Forced to drink or drugged. Held or tied down. Gagged with a dirty well worn pair of underwear/jock that’s sweaty and cum stained. Choking, must be verbal, bareback and bred at end. Use me until you’re satisfied, if you have another friend/s to take me then perfect. Again this will all be consensual this is just a fantasy played out. Certain aspects can be changed to make both parties comfortable
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My head hurts. I don't know why I have migraines on Sundays, but it happens about every other week, hangover probably isn't helping. I guess I fell asleep on the couch again, slept wrong, so groggy, so sore. Well, I went out last night and I guess I drank too much, I don't remember how I got home, but I'm glad I got home safe. I need to get up and move, take a piss. I noticed I fell asleep with my contacts in, it always takes a couple minutes before my eyes get a chance to reopen. I started moving my eyes while they're still closed, I started to run my hands down my face and a sharp pinch jolted me when my palm pressed on my nose. Did I get punched? I gingerly started feeling my nose. The pain made my eyes start to water so I can try looking, no bruising or blood, but I saw something silvery out of the corner of my eye. I knew something had happened. I started to roll out of the couch, my body was aching all over, my legs were a bit wobbly. I needed to get to the bathroom to see what had happened. As I was starting to straighten up, my chest and back started to itch as I slogged to the bathroom. I turned the corner and was stunned. It wasn't me in the mirror. There was this punk version of me. I saw a mostly shaved head, except for a dark red Mohawk. The shine below my nose was a thick nose ring and matching rings in my earlobes. Then it dawned on me, the itching, the soreness. Quickly I peeled off my tee shirt, and a sharp snag on my chest made me recoil in pain. After a second I was able to see the cause: my right nipple was now pierced too and a large tattoo encircled it. It took me a moment to recognize it- a biohazard symbol. I panicked, realizing my back itched too, I spun around and contorted to try seeing what was behind me. In the mirror, it was an even larger and colorful tattoo, a biohazard symbol with the word 'POZ' above it and 'whore' below it. I stood there breathless. A lot happened last night, more than just getting drunk and blacking out. The pressure in my bladder reminded me I had to piss again. I unzipped my jeans and reached to displace my briefs... I felt leather. I let my jeans drop to the floor. I was wearing a leather jock strap. I shook my head in disbelief. I still needed to pee so I pulled down the jock pouch, started to relax to urinate and then I felt some other new pressure coming from my asshole. As I stood there urinating in the toilet, I spread my legs a little and reached back with my left hand to feel the base of a butt plug. This wasn't a good sign. I pulled the jock strap all the way off and squatted down. I had to get this plug out of me. I beared down and the rubber plug started moving, and I gently pulled on it with a free hand. It got to the point that it just snapped out of me. The sudden release made my cock jump and spurt out some precum onto the leather jockstrap I just peeled off and dropped on the floor. I picked up the plug and looked at it- it was covered in thickened lightly pinkish goo. I stood back up in disbelief, dropped the plug in the sink and walked away. My hole started to clench back up and my cock was at full attention. Between my hole feeling empty and used to the plug that was inside me and a case of morning wood, I had to rub a load out, so I walked back to the living room to put some porn. I threw in my favorite gangbang flick and plopped back on the couch. As the video started loading up, I saw new dvd case on my coffee table, it had a hand-drawn biohazard sign in sharpie on it. Curious, I picked it up and opened up the case, and found a folded paper note in it. It read: "Last night you said you hated the bar whores, mostly because you wish you could be more like them. Your wish was our command. Enjoy ALL of your Gifts!" followed by another biohazard sign.
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Last year I met a hot boy at the p-house. He had just turned 18, and told me this was first time to gay club. We were out by the lake talking. I was really digging him. Several times he hinted around for me to buy him a drink, but I was scared of getting caught. Out of the blue an older man in his 40's joined us. I could tell he was interested in the the boy as snared more and more of the kid's attention. I figured the boy would reject him but before I knew it I was out of the conversation. The man invited the boy to smoke some weed with him and they took off together and went behind some bushes. It all happened so fast and there was nothing I could do, but I decided to hang around to see what else happened. After about fifteen minutes they emerged from the bushes, the older man's arm around the boy, leading him to the guest rooms. The kid was staggering and kinda out of it: I speculated the two of them had smoked more than just pot. They approached a guest room, the older guy knocked on the door - it promptly opened and the two of them disappeared within. I sauntered up to the room and, while the door was closed, I could faintly hear the TV playing a porno flick and assumed at least two guys were going at it. I walked by the window and noticed a gap in the blind. Peering in, I could see the old man and another taller hairy man had the boy sandwiched between themselves. They were kissing all over the kid, feeling him up as they removed his clothing. The boy had such a hot slim body, I was sad to see it wasted, so to speak, on the two older guys. As soon as the boy was naked the hairy guy picked-up the kid, positioning him on the bed, face down. Suddenly the door opened and the other man who had initially snared the boy caught me spying on them through the window. "I thought it was you. He sure is a hottie, isn't he? Sorry about your bad luck. but hey, you can come in and watch." I was happy to accept his invitation, so I entered the room, taking a seat in a dark corner, looking on as the other guy was simultaneously rubbing his crotch and the boy's ass. He unbuckled his pants, exposing his bulging jockstrap. Climbing on top of the boy, he began kissing and licking his neck and ear as he humped the boy, asking him "You won't mind if I take your ass first, will you?" The boy started to squirm, so the man wrapped his arm around him to control the squirming, barking "Don't make me take it the hard way!" The other guy asked "You need me to hold him down?" With that the boy quieted down, presumably figuring out that he had no choices given the situation. The hairy man on the kid's back pulled his cock out of the side of his jock and stroked it a few times. He then spat on it for lubrication, and positioned himself in the boy's (presumably) cherry crack. The other guy, who was standing near me, turned saying "I wanna see him take it the hard way, don't you?" I told him "Naw, that's messed up" to which he replied "Well, too bad, I'm gonna make sure he gets it hard. You ain't gonna do shit about it but watch and jerk your cock." The man went over to the bed, and stabilized the kid's legs, telling his buddy "Little man over there wants to see him get it hard." "Ok, then, hard it is. Get the restraints out from under the bed. You get this side and the little man can get the other." I quickly decided to go along with the plan, and within a couple of minutes the kid was restrained. The guys gave the kid a couple hits of tina to calm him down, making him horny and submissive. The man on top adjusted his cock across the boy's hole and starts to nicely hump his crack. "That cock feels good, doesn't it, son?" "Yes, sir." "You won't mind having your ass used like this, will ya?" "No, sir." "You sure?" "Yes sir." He covers the boy's mouth with his hand and jabbed his cock in the boy's hole. The kid's contortions told me he was in agony. The top fucked the kid for about half an hour, nutting three times in the kid's ass, non-stop fucking. Talk about stamina! Then the other guy fucked the kid while his buddy scouted outside, apparently inviting additional guys to join in the assault on the kid's ass. I admit I enjoyed watching the scene, but also knew it could easily become dangerous to me: I physically was much more similar to the bottom than to either top, and presumably could become the target of their attentions. So, I slipped-out of the room, just as three leather dudes passed me on their way to the room.
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I go online too a hookup app that I use and went to check my messages I see there is only 1 so I open it and start reading it. He says he is new to the scene and new to the area and was looking for FWB but he was more vanilla than anything else. He is 48 years old 5'10 160lbs average size build likes to give and receive oral and possibly looking to get fucked. He did have an interest on having a guy being tied or strapped with his wrist and ankles to a bed or sling while he gave head. Me being versatile and horny I sent him a reply back saying I was interested,after exchanging a few messages it was clearly going to be me showing up at his place to get head and depending on the connection possibly me fucking him( but I wasn't going to hold my breath) I did agree that if he wanted to tie or strap my wrist and ankles to the bed he could. During our conversations I did ask him if he liked to PnP and he said no. He asked if I did and I said I did but I didn't have to. He asked me why I PnP and how did I do it. I said I PnP because 1 it gets me more hornier and I am more open-minded plus it helps me be more relaxed and I told him I prefer getting right to the point. He asked how much do I point I said normally between a .4-.5. (but I only add enough water to dissolve the crystal) that was the end of the conversation about PnP. We agreed on meeting up the following Friday night. I went home after work grabbed something to eat took a shower and showed up at 7 pm. He opened the door and invited me in he seemed very nervous and I said if you don't feel comfortable we can just go our separate ways and he said no he was fine after some small talk and something to drink he said let's go to the bedroom I went to stand up and got real light headed and dizzy that I had to grab the arm of the chair before I fell, he grabbed a hold of me and said are you ok,still somewhat light headed I said yeah, I guess I stood up to quick but the longer I stayed standing the more I got light headed I made it to the bedroom and as i had my back to the bed trying to figure out why I was feeling like this he turns around and says you sure your ok as he pushes me backwards and I fall on the bed and he jumps on me before I even realize what he is doing and he takes one of my wrist and straps it to this Velcro strap that attached to the bed and grabs my other wrist and does the same thing once my wrist are strapped to the bed he gets off me and I say what the hell you doing he just laughs and says whatever I feel like doing as he starts to take my shoes off and my pants as quick as he was strapping my wrist to the bed he was just as quick with my ankles. Here I am butt ass naked strapped to a bed as he says to me that as soon as the other guys show up the fun will begin then puts a ball gag in my mouth and walks out the door and shuts it. I try to get my thoughts together and start looking around the room and on the bed for anything that I can use to get myself free but all I see is the nightstand so with my fingers I try to open the drawer but the keep slipping whenever I get it open a tiny bit so I try again and I am able to open it enough where I can push it open some more using a couple fingers before it stops opening I lift my head up to see way it stopped opening and my eyes open wide as I look and see the draw is has a bunch of new needles and a bag filled with T and a couple other things then in the corner I see this see this big glass tube and some clear liquid in it. I realize why I felt lightness and dizzy he had spiked my juice with the G he had. Now I know I have to try and figure out away to get myself out of the straps and out of the house when I hear the doorbell ring and a few voices. Then I hear someone say so everything going as planned. The only voice I recognize I hear him say oh yeah it went just as planned he drank the juice without tasting the G he is actually in the bedroom tied to the bed and naked and just to make sure he couldn't yell I put a ball gag in his mouth then I heard them laughing. Then I hear one guy say this is getting easier to trick a guy over thinking that your somewhat inexperienced and get them to come over. The voice I can recognize I hear him say well it was your idea to trick these guys. What this our 2nd or 3rd time doing this then he says I just hope that we don't get caught. The other voice says listen if he goes to the cops they will not find a trace of anything happened here. The house is on the market no one lives here and we always make sure we clean up so don't worry about it. Let's go see our new victim and get him ready so we can use him. Then he says the other guys will be showing up in a little bit and according to the replies I got from the ad I put out there this one is probably the most guys we have had yet. The 1st voices oh really and the 2nd voice says yeah I was actually shocked by all the replies they all that he was good looking and guess who is making a special appearances, he said Sal and Keith. The 1st voice says no way really and then it sounded like he was concerned as I hear him say to the other guy are you sure that's a good idea after what they did the 1st time and the 2nd voice said I couldn't say no to them they would have came no matter what. I just hope the guy in there can handle them. The 1st says well I don't want to be in the same room with them as they use this guy I am very experienced and I can't even handle half of their cocks they are way to big and thick for me. I hear the door open and in walks 3 guys plus the guy who had tricked. And when one of the guy starts to speak I recognize the voice who was doing all the talking before as he approaches the bed and walks over to the nightstand and pulls out the bag of T and a needle and looks at the guy who tricked me and says how much? He says he does a .4-.5 but only adds enough water to dissolve the crystal. The other guy says ok so a .65 will be perfect I lay there struggling and once the point is set he grabs my arm and says don't move you don't want me to miss do you as he sticks me and pulls the needle out and I start coughing and feel that the warm rushing feeling kick in and all I hear is let's the fun begin. Part 2 coming soon
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It was late Spring this year, and I was feeling horny to Fuck some Cute Ass. I don't use any of these apps, as I like to make a real connection in a bar I went to my usual place, just an ordinary Gay bar in Soho, where Fetish guys also attend. On my second poison of choice (Double Vodka and Coke), this rough looking Guy dressed all in Leather, knee length Boots, trousers, shirt, and even the Masters cap, gave me a knowing smile, walked to wear I was sat, sat next to me, and just started kissing me. His moustache aroused my loins, whilst his firm forceful tongue made me feel submissive. And I am a TOP! He said he saw me walk at the bar earlier, and he had admired my ASS through my Jeans. Coupled with my Boyish looks for my age, he thought I was Bottom, telling me how he'd LOVE to Fuck me and Cum inside me! His directness suited his attire! I told him I am a Top, and that I always use condoms. Direct, and Honest, he told me he was HIV Positive, and briefly told me how he'd done some combination therapies over the years, but for the past 2 years he was off all Medz. He bought us a few round of drinks in one go. We drank, kissed, laughed, groped each other. Then, all of a sudden, to join my increasing alcohol intoxication, I felt an instant Euphoric rush, and it stayed there. 'What did you put in my drink'? His response was a simple Dirty smirk, undone the top button to my Jeans, slipped his hand down and inside my pants, and started to gently probe my hole. Under the influence of intoxication and his assertiveness, I let out a loud moan. He grabbed my rucksack, took my hand, and led me out of the bar. Any longer we'd have been thrown out. He hailed a Taxi, and on our journey back to wherever, he held the back of my head firmly into his Leather crotch, grinding into my face. The smell of his Leather, his perverse control, and my intoxication, I was aching and dripping. Once inside our destination, he stripped me naked, and ordered me to stand still. He circled me a number of times, laughing evilly to himself, saying things like 'Fuck Yeah', and 'What a Perfect Ass', and spanking me several times. I have been spanked before, but never really enjoyed it that much. Of course, I have always loved to do it. BUT, now, it teased me! Again, taking my hand, he led me to the bathroom, and ordered me to lie on the towel that was in the bath. Already set up was an enema kit. He said this would add to the dynamic of our FUN evening ahead. He lubricated the catheter and inserted it into my VERY tight hole (I have only been Fucked a few times until this point, being a Top 15 years or so ever since). He explained I might get stomach cramps, and if so I were to Breath deeply and hold in the water with Muscle control. Once all the water was in he made me hold it for about 10 Minutes, then, I released into the toilet. As it came out, intense waves of Euphoria hit me repeatedly for a few Minutes. I was told to get into the Bath again, where he wet my hole, and shaved it. After, turning on the shower, and ordering me to wash away the loose hair from my hole, and saying I must gently feel my body as the water cascades over me. I did as I was told, and felt every nerve tingle as I touched, and shuddered. WOW!! He dried me off, then made me kneel in front of him, and that I had to look up into his eyes and not avert my gaze. 'From now on, when I say your name, 'Pig', you will address me as 'Master', OK, !?' 'Yes' 'Yes what?' 'Yes Master'. I was a bit off of my face, BUT, I still knew what was going on. Part of me couldn't believe I was letting this happen, BUT, I knew it must be a natural untapped inner dark desire of mine'. His Leather trousers were done up by 2 adjacent buttons that formed a belt for the waist. Either side were 2 zips, that when undone, opened up a flap to reveal his Dick. He unzipped, slowly pulling down the flap, revealing his semi hard uncut Pre-cum oozing Dick in front of my face. Reaching behind to his back pocket, he took out a large handkerchief, and blindfolded me. One hand holding the back of my head, the other guiding his Dick, he smeared his Pre-cum all over my lips, being Verbal with degrading names. I did tell him in the pub earlier that I didn't like the taste of Pre-cum, or Spunk. Here I was, lapping up his salty clear sap. With both hands pulling my head in, he rocked slowly, his length and girth expanding. I felt some drops of Pre-cum squirt to the back of my tongue, as he held firm and steady for at least 5 Minutes, with short hard grinds and thrusts! 'On your back, Pig'. 'Yes, Master'. He threw my pelvis into the air, and started to lick and chew my 'soft smooth pink pussy' as he calls it. Lick and chew, lick and chew. Smacking my Pussy lips in a fast rhythm with the tips of his fingers. I was arching my back, groaning, finding myself giving in to his desire for my flesh more and more. He slipped a finger in, and knew exactly what and where to find, my Prostate. He pressed firm, and rode around in rhythmic circles. Then slipping in a second finger, and keeping up the pressure, with more degrading Verbal. I myself was really leaking Pre-cum, which he scooped up and spread over my face, slapping my face. 'I'm going to teach you how to be a proper Cum whore, aren't I, Pig?' 'Yes, Master'. If anyone had said that to me before I would have told them where to go. BUT, I had submitted, and would continue to keep going darker! Pushing my thighs back, he placed his Bare Dick on my chewed up, wet, and now a little bit sore Pussy. He pushed in part way the head to his Bare Dick. 'My Pig still want his Master to use a condom'? I hesitated. I always had it drilled into me about safe sex. It was NEVER negotiable. But his Bare Dick head was toying with what I 'knew' best. Rationality finally kicked in... 'Yes Please, Master'. His whole demeanor suddenly switched up 20 notches. 'GET UP'. No addressing me as 'Pig'. He spat in my face and slapped me. 'GEEEEETT UUUHP'. I got up, and he grabbed me by my forearm, and led me through what seemed like at least 2 rooms reception rooms. A door to an obviously sound proofed basement opened, and I could suddenly hear thumping Techno Music. I was led down the steep stairs, and thrown into a Sling. No sooner had that happened, I felt both wrists and ankles be restrained. What!? OK, there are at least 3 other people down here. I felt an odd pressure on my upper left arm. Followed shortly by a short quick jabbing pain, then a longer more intense pain. My Heart rate, breathing increased immediately. I started sweating and shaking immediately. And I was writhing in Fucking ecstasy, with every hole anyone and everyone's. I was invincible!! I heard my Master say, 'Take off my Pig's blindfold'. 'Look at the door to your left Pig'. I looked, and the door had in big red letters; 'Master's AIDS Den', with a picture of a Demon above it. Normally that would scare the hell out of me. Now? My Pussy actually twitched! 'Now look ahead, and directly into my eyes, and don't look anywhere else until I have instructed'. My Master had exchanged his Leather shirt for a Harness which perfectly complimented his hairy chest. He has the most huge long nipples! 'Hey Pig'. 'Hey Master'. Our eyes locked. He now and then glanced at his piece of paper and read out the following; 'There are 54 attendees to this HIV Conversion Party, all are wearing an associated wristband... Red wristband ~ Infected 10 yrs or longer, and have either never been on Medz, or been off all Medz 1 year+ = 35 attendees Green wristband ~ Newly infected and diagnosed in the past 6 Months and not on Medz = 14 attendees Black wristband ~ Full Blown AIDS! = 4 attendees, including myself. Blue ~ Negative = 1... That is you Pig, you are my Special Guest, my chosen one! No one may use my Pig until after I've converted him'. FUCK! This Twisted Fucker had this all planned out, very carefully! He undone my restrained left arm, and put on my Blue Wristband. He stepped to one side and said, 'Look straight ahead'. I looked into full length wall mirrors and could see many of the other attendees, and a very well equipped dungeon!! I was in my WORST nightmare, yet, I WANTED it!! I was turned on immensely by everything, especially my Master's personality that would and did change instantaneously!! He undone my other 3 restraints, and with warmth said, 'Up you get Pig'. I feebly got up, with the help of some other guys. I stood at the end of the Sling, knees bent, barely able to stand. My Master carried me near to the edge of a rubber Mattress, at a slight angle to wall mirrors. He took off his Boots and Leather Trousers, then slipped back on his knee length Boots, so in nothing but Boots, and his Harness. He lit up a Cigar, got in between my legs, and banged his throbbing Dick on my hungry wet Pussy. Leaning over me he looked deep into my eyes, took puff after puff of his Cigar and blew it into my face! Pushing down on his dick with his thumb, his Cock Head entered my hole! I let out a HUGE shaking whimper, as I felt us connect on every level. My head dropped to the Rubber Mattress, and fell sideways. I saw him in the mirror pulling on his nipples, puffing on his Cigar, and only fucking me with the Head of his Dick. I caught sight of his very much wasted ASS, and yet, I couldn't stand another moment not being infected by my Master. 'Master, FUUUUHCK me, PLEEEEEASE, FUUUUHCK me NOW. Fuck me HARD. CuM inside me, PLEEEEASE, I NEEEEED you running through me FOREVER!!'. He slid in all the way, held, leaned into my ear, and gently said, 'You WANT My AIDS, Pig'? My fists clenching scrunching hold of the Rubber Mattress, back arching, I whimpered and pleaded; 'YES Master, GIVE me YOUR Demonic Seed. Charge me up'. What the hell was I saying. I had read fantasy stories like this, BUT never ever in my wildest imagination would believe something so sick like this would actually happen, and to ME! Master took his Dick out, got up, walked off. Eh? We had gained an audience and there were several guys wanking around me. Master came back wearing a condom, and instantly penetrated me, and started Fucking me with a decent steady rhythm. He was actually Fucking me, BUT, with a Condom!? 'PLEEEEEASE, take it off, NO, take it off. Breed me! Make me YOURS! INFECT me with your AIDS Master'. 'Good Boy Pig! You've passed the test'. He pulled his Dick out... 'Just as well Master soaked this Rubber in Baby oil'. He gave it one sharp tug, and it snapped! Rolling it down his shaft, and using it as a Cock ring! Pushing my thighs back, he lined up his Dick to my Pussy hole, and slid all the way in. Master said; 'PULL his legs apart'. 2 Guys pulled my legs apart as far as they'd stretch, holding that stretch as my Master Fucked me. Now Fucking me properly... BARE, and with long hard thrusts!!! Master put both of his hands over my throat (I was struggling to breath and swallow properly). He was Grunting, and growling... 'Yeah... Yeah...Yeah'. Suddenly I saw a Demonic EVIL look in his eyes... 'Yeah... Yeah... Yeah'. He was now Fucking me Fast & Hard, repeating over and over 'Yeah... Yeah... Yeah'. I was choking. His strokes became harder and shorter, his grip on my throat became tighter, his eyes pierced mine, looking at me with pure HATE, his entire body tightening... He let out an almighty 'YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES', and he flooded my guts with his high viral load SEED! The 2 other guys stretching out my legs, let go, and my Master fucked his EVIL SEED into me, for at least another 5 Minutes, a light, yet steady firm rhythm, rocking in and out. He leaned in, and said, 'You are now My very own Dirty AIDS Pig' Regaining his composure, he climbed off of me, stood up, made me kneel in front of him, and suck him clean, patted my ASS, and walked off into the Mix. The 2 Guys that were holding my legs apart were straight in there, still in my kneeling position I was dragged into doggy and got spit roasted! The guy up my ASS didn't last long, just a few minutes, gripping onto arms tightly as he shot DEEP into my ASS. I was pulled up to kneeling again and the guy Fucking my face started pounding aggressively, and on the in stroke he held my head tight, I choked, tears streaming down my face as I tried to get to be able to breath, and felt HOT Sperm hit the back of my throat, go down my throat, and fill my mouth (was a BIG Load). I looked up at my throat Fucker, Mouth open, let the excess Sperm dribble down my chin, and swallowed the rest. He smeared the remaining dribbling Spunk all over my face. I fucking LOVED it!! The guy that gave me my second load up my ASS also made me lick his Dick clean. For the first time ever, I'd just taken loads up my Ass, and down my throat, and in my Mouth... And all Poz! And highly Viral at that! Much more happened that night, and day, of course, but, think I have said enough!
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I awoke without being able to say how I had lost track of the world. Blurry memories from a nightclub danced through my foggy mind and I tried to get up only to find myself both seated and tied up. "Hnnmmpf" my voice was a muffled moan, something soft covered my eyes. I started to come back to my senses. I remembered being drunk, but then...on my way home, something smelly had suddenly been pressed into my face. And now I was sitting on a chair...it felt like silk held me in place. I struggled, my muscles tensed to fight the gentle bonds, but all I could do was wiggle dangerously with my chair. That was when a hand lay on my chest and held me. I jerked in shock of the sudden touch. The hand felt warm and incredible smooth and slick, like no flesh and blood could. The hand rubbed my bare chest a little, so I could feel the vinyl glove. I trashed in the bonds, fought the mysterious kidnapper, who just kept fondling me. I could feel a second hand join the first. Whoever was this stood behind me and explored my body lovingly. "Gnnfffkkk offgggmmme!" I yelled into the silken ball in my mouth. The only response was a warm, vinyl clad body pressing into my back. My head was pressed against someone´s belly, while the hands twitched my nipples. My angry cries grew louder as I furiously fought against my bonds. And then suddenly the hands were gone. I could hear the other move around me, felt the air of my captor´s move. And then without warning a gloved hand seized my limp cock. "Gnnnh" the sound escaped me before I had a chance to cut it off, the surprised pleasure as the incredibly smooth glove touched my sensitive skin, mixed with the angry shock. And then the hand rubbed, rubbed my cock up and down, no matter how much I fought and kicked. I felt my face get how as the treacherous little guy grew from the fondlling. Once more the mysterious kidnapper stopped. I waited, tried to listen, get a guess what was coming. Warm lips touched the head of my cock, before a warm, wet mouth engulfed my semi erect pride. An unwanted moan from me seemed to encourage my kidnapper to forcibly pleasure me even more. The mouth slid down and a tongue rubbed and tickled my flesh, made me moan and pant, as I grew fully hard. I tried to fight it and lost. Soon I moaned like a whore and pushed my hard prick upwards into the hungry mouth. "Oh yessss" A voice moaned. A man´s voice. I froze. Somehow I had assumed a woman...the vinyl, the fondling and the blowjob. Reality hit me hard in the guts as I bucked up in disgust about the thought of a man...licking me there. And as I struggled with all I had he continued and moaned even louder "Oh god yesss!" and sucked my hard cock completely into his throat. I cried in despair...when a cloth was forced on my face once more. The drugging fumes hit my nose. It was a similar smell like the first time, but I also recognized something different. My body started to feel numb, except for my cock. With each breath I was forced to suck in through the cloth I drifted away, but my cock seemed to get more sensitive from this. A soft, pleasant shiver ran through my drugged body. I was horny...so horny. The feeling of the man licking my cock was the last thing I felt as darkness swallowed me. With a groan I woke up once again. I could see a dim light. I blinked. I felt different. And as I took a deep breath I knew why. Latex sucked against my face as I breathed and a vent opened as I breathed out. I saw a ceiling through the holes of a latex gasmask. "Gnnn?" I moaned and looked down. My body was no langer naked, but bound once more. Red vinyl pants hugged my legs and crotch like a glove and I caught a glimplse of some black and shiny shirt from a different fetish shirt. My whole body was secured with black, soft leather straps. Though as I looked around a young man came into view. He was young, perhaps 20 or so. Blond hair, blue eyes and a slender, yet sporty guy. He smiled at me. "Hey my tasty cock...slept well?" he mocked me and ran a hand over my crotch. He was clad in black vinyl, a full suit, with gloves and boots. I noticed a hard, throbbing bulge in the suit and with a faint cry I struggled and tried to wiggle away from him. I almost fell of the couch as I did that, I obviously lay over the corner of an L shaped leather couch. My kidnapper hurried to catch me and his hands held me securely. "Who...so lively already. Maybe we can get to the next round then." he said and I protested into the gag still in my mouth and shook my head. He just rubbed his crotch bulge and knelt in front of me. I did not see from where the hand came, but someone else was here, as I got a filter attached to the mask. The smell of the knockout drug teased my sensed, this time the scent of the other thing was stronger, though. "Nnmmmmm" I yelled, but a moment later started to feel weak. My limbs felt so heavy in the bonds, while in my belly a warm tickling started. I moaned, while my senses faded slowly. I got aroused, these guys drugged me with some aphrodisiac to rape me while asleep. But I did not loose consciousness...damn them. The invisible second kidnapper rubbed my shoulders and arms, but the blonde rubbed me back into erection. "You taste so good...I want another load from you" he purred, looking deep into my dazed eyes as he pulled the vinyl down and though my legs got freed I was too groggy to fight. Drugged to be totally helpless I watched in hateful bliss how the young man licked my hard cock and closed his eyes with joy. He moaned, his mouth vibrating around my cock, sending dirty pleasure into me. His partner kneaded my shoulders, not willing to interfere with the oral rape. Drugged fumes let my hips raise to meet his lips...or was that just me? I didn´t know and didn´t care anymore. I closed my eyes, too and let him rape me and loved it. I hated myself but it was the hottest blowjob in my life. The climax almost knocked me out as I spurted into his mouth and felt how he lapped everything up. Then a tall, blond woman stepped in front of me. My half closed eyes noticed the curvy figure in a latex catsuit as she kissed the boy and licked my cum from his lips. "Hmmm we keep this one a while?" she asked...and her boyfriend nodded. That was when she took a spray bottle and wet the filter once more, to send me to dreamland again...and I dreamed of two bodies rubbing against me as they made love on my sleeping form.
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(just a little something I wrote more than 10 years ago, after I discovered some boy chloroforms boy for sex pictures and liked it for reasons I didn´t understand) The last beams of sunlight faded as the sun disappeared behind the majestetic trees of the Kurell Wood. Prince Liam was late and he cursed himself for being so careless. He had dreamt about Nasira instead of hurrying to arrive at her castle. And now he had to follow the old street into the darkness. Angrily he ran his hand through his long, red hair and then covered himself with his cloak. When the sun had dissappeared, it became immediately cold. Liam´s green eyes were fixated on the ground, he feared to stumble in the dark, when he heard a noise from his right side. The young prince froze. There had been rumors about bandits the latest days, but Liam didn´t believe that any outlaw would come so close to the capital city. Now he wasn´t sure anymore. For severeral moments the prince just waited, one hand on his sword. Nothing happened and the only thing he heard was the wood itself. Just as he calmed and had taken the hand from the sword someone clamped a hand over Liam´s mouth from behind while another one had grabbed his right arm. “Mpfff.” Was the only sound he could make through the tight squeeze of this hand . Liam struggled and tried to free his hand, but a second after the attack , another person entered the fight. Liam saw a dark figure jumping in front of. For a second, he could see a slim body, clad in black leather and long blond hair. Then the new one raised his hand and Liam focused on the cloth he was holding. The hand on Liam´s mouth was taken away to grab his other arm and the other attacker immediately pressed the cloth in Liam´s face. A strange smell invaded the young mans senses and he coughed. Now Liam panically struggled to get that cloth away, but his attackers had sandwiched him between them and their bodies pressed against him. Liam tried to hold his breath, but the short fight had already weakended him and soon he had to breath. Liam felt strange, as that vapour entered his lungs. His head was suddenly empty and the prince felt dizzy and tired. His resistance weakened and his next breath was already easier. The more he inhaled that stuff, the less it burned. Suddenly Liam realized, that he had stopped struggling, his confused mind tried to remember what was going on. He felt soo tired. A hand stroked his hair, for a second Liam focused and found himself lying in his attacker's arms. Then everything went dark. Kiaro pressed the cloth firmly against the boy´s face. His friend Nish held their captive tight and save as he closed his eyes and went limp in Nish´s arms. Kiaro removed the cloth and looked at their newest victim. The boy seemed to be around twenty years old. His hair was red and his green eyes werde closed. His face was beautiful and reminded Kiaro of paintings he had seen in some nobleman's castle. At the moment this aristocratic face was dominated by an expression of peaceful sleep, the mouth opened a bit, inviting to kiss him. Kiaro gently stroked the boy´s red hair. It felt soft like silk. The boy opened his eyes for a second and looked around with a puzzled look, before falling asleep again. “Give him another dose.”, Nish demanded. Kiaro nodded and took the bottle with sleeping milk, without taking his eyes of the boy. While soaking) the cloth with more sleeping milk, Nish had a closer look at their prey. “Looks like a good catch. A good filled purse and look here: Finest silk.” Kiaro nodded and tied the soaked cloth over the boy´s face, knotting it behind his head. He wasn´t really interested in their captive´s wealth at the moment. “Now the hands.”, said Nish and they tied the boy´s hands with leather straps, then his legs. Kiaro made sure, that the bonds weren´t too tight so they wouldn´t cut off the blood circulation. “Ok, I think, you want to carry him?”, Nish asked with a smile. Kiaro´s cheeks turned red. Nish always knew what he was thinking about. “Yes, I´d appreciate that.”, Kiaro said and put one hand under the tied boy´s legs, the other oneunder his back and lifted him up. Kiaro couldn´t help but he had got a big bulge in his pants. Nish gently placed a kiss on Kiaro´s lips. “This is gonna be fun.”, he said with a grin.
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Please note I wish this was me. If anyone wants to help it become me please leave me a voicemail at 415 xxx-xxxx. Kyle was only a senior at suburban Chicago high school. He had just turned 18 and at 5’10” he had a solid, runner’s build. With his good looks he could get any girl (or guy) he wanted, but he hadn’t begun to explore his sexuality, he was a nerd (a very cute nerd, including the glasses) and was more into school and grades. Kyle was fortunate to have a loving mother, but since his father died when he was barley 13. He was without a male influence in his life at the most important stage in his young life, puberty. Even after his father’s death, Kyle was always able to come and go as he pleased. This became easier for Kyle when his mother gave him a car for his 16th birthday. It was common for Kyle to be out all night…that is as long as he let his mom know that he wouldn’t be home. On this particular Friday, Kyle was going to check out one of the major university in the city of Chicago. He drove into the city and parked his car in a lot a few blocks from the campus. He met with an admission counselor and took a tour of the campus. The tour was conducted by a current student at the school. After the tour Kyle was hungry and decided to grab a late lunch. He headed to the student union and grabbed a sandwich and, since he didn’t know anyone at the school, sat at a table by himself. There were student’s coming and going as he relaxed and ate his lunch. Soon a couple of older students, he guessed that they must be seniors, sat down with him. They introduced themselves. “Hey there, I’m Ricky and that’s my roommate Tyler.” As they shook hands Kyle introduced himself, “I’m Kyle.” Tyler commented, “We’ve never seen you here before, where’s a good looking guy like you been hiding?” “I’m not a student here, at least not yet…..I am going to start in the fall.” Ricky then said, “Right on! We’re having a few of our friends over for a party tonight, you should come over. Where are you spending the night?” “Well, I was just going to drive back home after I finished eating. I live in the northwest suburbs of Chicago.” The two college men invited Kyle to come over and spend the night. The way the two were talking to the high school senior he felt like he couldn’t refuse. He had been to his share of high school parties with beer and pot. He knew he could control himself as to not make a fool of himself in front of a group of college students. “Sure, that sounds like it will be a lot of fun. I figure I will get to make some good friends here before I classes start this fall.” “Right on!” exclaimed Ricky. Kyle finished eating and the three left. As Kyle followed behind the two older college men he called and left a message for his mom that he was hanging with a few college guys and wouldn’t be home till the morning. He always felt a little sheepish, but maybe at this party he could break out and be more of a leader. After a good walk the three came to an old apartment building. Kyle followed the two other men as they climbed up to the top floor and he wondered to himself why the building looked to have four floors but they lived on the third floor. His curiosity would be answered cause as he was led into the only apartment on the top floor he discovered that they lived in a unit intended for the building’s owner. The main floor had a decent kitchen, a large living room with a den and a full bath with there were four bedrooms up stairs. “Just you two live here?” “It will be just us two this summer, in the fall we usually look for a few guys to occupy the other bedrooms” Tyler told him. Ricky offered Kyle a beer and they all settled in the living room to watch the Cub’s game. The three sat on the large sectional couch across from the 60” plasma with Kyle between the two roommates. The sectional was big enough so they had adequate space between each as to not make Kyle uncomfortable. Kyle drank his beer slowly and as he did he began to feel warm. He noticed that Ricky and Tyler had slipped their shirts off and were now just sitting in their cargo shorts. These two had great bodies with well defined pecs, arms and flat abs….Kyle felt a little self conscious about removing his shirt. Tyler made the suggestion, “Make yourself at home, get comfortable.” They could tell that Kyle was not comfortable about taking his shirt off and made the suggestion, “Kyle, it get’s warm in the apartment, why don’t you slip your shirt off…I’m sure you’ll feel cooler with it off.” It seemed like Kyle took that as a command as he removed his shirt to reveal his lean, thin build. Ricky helped boost Kyle’s self esteem, “Kyle you got a nice body for a young dude. I can see a lot of potential for you. You work out at all?” “A little….I’m more into my studies then working out. I run a lot though.” “What do you think Ricky, with a little work and our guidance we could make something out of that body of his.” “Right on!” Ricky agreed. “You really think I could be built like you?” Tyler told the shy teen, “Sure we do.” This brought a smile to Kyle’s face. He drank more of his beer and began to feel warmer and a little horny. Here he was with two good looking guys watching the Cubs and he was getting hard. He did his best to hide his growing erection, but it was not able to and soon both Ricky and Tyler noticed and knew it was time to launch their plan. Hey slid in closer to Kyle and Ricky put his hand on Kyle’s thigh as Tyler put his arm around the teen. Kyle was not quick enough to protest….he actually felt comfortable with what the two were doing. Before Kyle knew it Tyler removed his glasses and was pulling him in for a kiss while Ricky moved his hand up his leg into his shorts. This was all new to Kyle; he had never been with anyone sexually except himself. He figured he’d go with it, and if he didn’t like it then he’d know he wasn’t gay. But he was discovering that he did like the way these two hot studs were making him feel. He felt his senses going into over load as Ricky played with his seven inch cut cock and Tyler’s tongue probed into his mouth. It didn’t take long before Kyle’s shorts and boxers were on the ground. Ricky began to lick and suck Kyle’s cock as Tyler pulled Kyle down to his crotch. As Tyler held his head down he moved his cargo shorts down revealing a nice eight inch cut cock. Tyler urged - no, commanded Kyle lick his cock, “Lick my cock, lick it from the base to the tip.” Kyle was in virgin territory and did was he felt was right, just follow their directions. The last thing he wanted the roommates to know was that he was a virgin. Kyle’s lack of experience showed when Ricky told him to suck Tyler’s cock. He wasn’t sure what to do and did the best he could just getting the tip in his mouth. “Watch the teeth Kyle!” Kyle pulled off for a second, saying “Sorry.” Ricky could tell that Kyle was about to cum and the two didn’t want that just yet. He pulled off Kyle’s cock and came up to kiss he lover, Tyler. The two roommates whispered to each other as Kyle continued to try and do his best to suck Tyler. Tyler asked, “Is this the first time you’ve ever sucked a guy’s cock?” Kyle kept stroking Tyler’s cock as he lifted his head and attempted to deny this fact. Ricky let him know, “It’s ok if you’ve never done this before. We can teach you, we can teach you a lot.” Kyle felt more at ease and admitted the truth, “Yeah, I’ve never done this before….I’m a virgin.” Tyler asked, “So, you think you’re gay?” “I don’t really know….I’ve never been with a guy - or girl." “It’s ok”, Ricky reassured him, “Let’s head up stairs and get comfortable and we can teach you everything.” They headed up the stairs, stark naked, and went into the master bedroom. There Kyle sat down as Tyler stepped into the bathroom for a second. When he returned he had a bottle of poppers, a few white and blue pills and something else that Kyle couldn’t see. Kyle asked, “What are the pills for?” Tyler told him, “The blue ones will keep you hard and horny,” Ricky said, “The white one will relax you.” Kyle naivety showed, he figured that these guys knew what they were doing, they wouldn’t hurt him. He swallowed the pills. “What’s the little brown bottle for?” Tyler said “Those are poppers, they also help relax you when you sniff them” as he opened the bottle and took a couple deep hits in each nostril. He then handed the bottle to Ricky and he did the same. They then handed the bottle to Kyle and he didn’t even hesitate when he took his hits. Kyle’s head was spinning. The ecstasy was beginning to kick in as the poppers hit him hard. The roommates knew that they had him right where they wanted him. Before Kyle knew what was happening Ricky grabbed his left arm and Tyler stuck him with a needle. The next thing Kyle felt was a warmth rush up his arm and felt it difficult to breath. He coughed out a couple times. He heard a ringing in his ears and felt as if he was floating. When he started to gain a comprehension as to what was happening….he was on his back with his legs on Ricky’s shoulders. He looked up at Ricky as he began to realize that he was being fucked. Kyle didn’t say a word, he simply moaned out in pleasure to what was happening. Tyler was over his head and as Kyle came around, Tyler began to feed Kyle his cock. Kyle eagerly sucked it down and, with the position he was in, took it down his throat. With a free hand he reached down to feel Ricks cock sliding in and out of his ass when he made a startling discovery….Ricky was not wearing a rubber. For a brief moment Kyle panicked, he remembered all the lectures and videos he watched in health class on STD’s and safe sex, but after Tyler shoved the poppers back under his nose forcing him to take some deep hits. His head was spinning as he heard the two college studs talking. “Ricky, this fag can make us some good cash over the next four years.” “Right on! With some good training and the proper encouragement he’ll be a perfect addition to our crew. Hey Ty, how much did you give him?” “Close to two quarters.” “That’s a good start, we got to get him hooked so he will be depended on us.” Kyle barely heard yet understood what the studs were talking about. “I’m getting close Ty….he’s got one hot ass here.” “Breed him bro, breed his virgin ass.” Ricky looked down at Kyle and told him, “Look at me, keep those baby blues on mine.” Tyler pulled his cock from Kyle’s mouth, “There’ll be plenty of time to teach you to suck cock and swallow cum.” Kyle looked up at Tyler as he spoke and was reminded, “LOOK AT ME BITCH!” as he felt a hand slap him across his face. He looked up at Ricky. “I want you to remember this, always look at the John’s eyes when he fucks you, ESPECIALLY WHEN HE IS ABOUT TO CUM IN YOUR ASS!” Kyle had his eyes locked on Ricky as he heard him start to moan and grunt. He punctuated each thrust with a grunt. Then it happened, “FUCK I’M CUMMING!!!! I’M BEEDING YOUR ASS, YOUR VIRGIN NEG HOLE. IT BELONGS TO ME NOW!!!” As Ricky’s orgasm concluded he ground his cock inside Kyle’s formerly virgin hole making sure that every ounce of his seed was massaged into his gut. Ricky pulled his still hard cock out of Kyle and he was quickly replaced by Tyler’s. “MY TURN TO CLAIM YOUR ASS AS MY OWN!” Tyler exclaimed as he rammed the entire length of his 8” cock inside the teen. With the change in position he was able to get a good look at the cock that had taken his virginity and probably his health. Ricky’s cock was the same length as Tyler’s, but uncut. Since Tyler had his cock down Kyle’s throat he had already worked his balls to near boiling point. He began to breath heavier as Kyle could feel his cock thicken. Kyle had his eyes locked on Tyler as the stud reached the point of no return. “UH, UH, UH, TAKE MY CHARGED CUM YOU FUCKING WHORE!” And Kyle was filled with his second load of poz cum. Kyle was taking his second load of poz cum of the afternoon and he was loving it. He knew from that point on he was gay. Over the next few hours he would take more loads from the two studs who had shown him how wonderful gay sax could be. All his life he would jerk off trying to think of a hot chick from school or a sexy super model. But now he knew his true self, his real sexual desires were being satisfied. Tyler was fucking Kyle when he said to Ricky, “This bitch is gonna bring in some good cash.” “Hell yeah Ty, once we get him built up a bit he’ll be a good addition to our corral.” “Look’ like he needs another slam.” “Yeah, you’re right Ty. I’ll go get him one, I think he’ll be ready for the ‘DP’ after that.” “Right, I’ll flip on my back,” Tyler picked Kyle up and flipped over on his back without pulling out of their fuck toy. “That’s it, just rock back and forth a little while Ricky gets you a little something to keep you feeling good.” Ricky returned and promptly gave Kyle another slam, this one stronger then the first. Kyle couldn’t sit up any more and laid down on Tyler’s chest immediately after the removal of the tourniquet as the drugs moved through his body. “OH FUCK!” escaped Kyle’s mouth as he lay on Tyler’s chest. Ricky didn’t waste any time and crawled up behind the drugged teen and slid his cock in along side that of his buddy. A louder “OH FUCK!” came from the drugged up boy. Kyle never knew his as could stretch that far, but as he accommodated the two cocks within him he felt an immense pleasure deep in side. Ricky and Tyler set about fucking into Kyle with such animalistic vigor the two studs knew that the teen would not escape their grasps as their new commodity. Kyle could only moan as he took the hard fucking of two cocks at the same time. Tyler and Ricky had an ability to sustain themselves when they double fucked a willing cunt and Kyle was no exception. Kyle took the simultaneous pounding for well over an hour before they shot their loads. Ricky was first (and in his position it was easier for him) to pound away at Kyle’s well stretched ass. There were a couple times he pulled out to the tip and rammed back in their new boy. He looked into Tyler’s eyes as he shot his load. Once Tyler felt his buddy’s cock spasm his thrusting picked up and he shot his load. The three sweaty body’s lay upon the bed as they each collected their breath. Tyler’s cock slipped out first followed by Ricky puling out. They pushed Kyle on his back and took a good size dildo to the boy’s hole, making sure to work their poz jism deeper into the drugged up boy. They were satisfied that their DNA was working its way within Kyle’s blood stream when they saw a red tinge on the end of the dildo. The dildo was removed and a large butt plug replaced it within the teen’s gapping hole. Ricky leaned in close to Kyle and told him, “You’ve been a good boy so far, but now it’s time to learn to suck cock and swallow cum. The rest of our ‘crew’ will be here soon and you will suck each one of them off.” Tyler added, “I’m sure they will love the opportunity to cum down your throat.” A naked Kyle was helped down to the living room as Ricky and Tyler pulled their cargo shorts and shorts back on. They made Kyle drink Gatorade (laced with G), as he watched bareback porn on the 60” plasma as they made sure he did not stroke his semi-hard cock. They could tell that the Viagra he took was not working as well as he was slowly getting Tina dick. Tyler commented, “Another good slam and he’ll be as limp as a wet noodle” as he went to administer a third slam to the drugged up fuck toy. “There ya go boy, you feeling good?” Kyle was in heaven. He had never done drugs before, not even a beer, and now he had been given 3 slams of crystal meth. All he could doo was nod yes as he was in a drugged up haze. His semi hard erection had become a shriveled up two inch boy clit, but he was horny as fuck. Kyle begged, “Please fuck me, I need to be fucked, please.” He was left, not allow to touch himself as he waited. Soon a couple young guys came through the door. They looked to be no older then Kyle, about 18. There was Jim, Bob and David. They almost had the same build as Kyle except for the fact that these three were a bit more muscular. The three were told “Kyle here is your new ‘brother’ and he wants to learn how to give a proper blow job. You will each get your reward once he has swallowed each and ever load you can give him. And remember, you can’t fuck him. We’ll be watching.” Jim was the first boy that they brought into the stables. He was a former high school wrestle and used to be straight when they drugged and thought him the joys of gay sex. After his indoctrination Jim broke up with his pregnant girlfriend and went to work for the roommates. There were a couple of boys after Jim, but one ran off with a ‘John’ and the other got killed. Then Bob was easily recruited into the stables. His father kicked him out after discovering he was gay and a drug user. He easily fit in with working as one of their male whores. The last one was David, he was a lonely gay boy in Chicago and found acceptance from the group. He was resistant at first to working for them, but after converting and testing poz he knew he had no place to go. Ricky and Tyler promised to take care of him. The two roommates did take care of their boys. They gave them a place to live, clothes, food, gym memberships and most important thing of all, AIDS medication. The three escorted Kyle up to one of the other bedrooms. The only furniture in this room was a couple mattresses on the floor and a dimly lit lamp in the corner. There was also a night vision camera in one of the corners so that the roommates could watch the three teach Kyle to suck cock. Jim said, “If you listen to us and do as we tell you, you will have no problem sucking any size cock into your throat, and with Bob’s length you might even get his cum to bypass your mouth and go directly down your throat.” Jim was first, by seniority, and dropped his shorts. He pulled Kyle’s head into his crotch. “Just lick it for now, lick from my balls to the tip of my cock.” Kyle began to work his tongue all over Jim’s cock and balls. And with the T and G in him he was really getting into this. It didn’t take long for Jim to get hard. Then Jim told his cock sucker, “Open your mouth and suck it in, and remember to watch your teeth. No ‘John’ likes his dick scraped by a boy's teeth when he’s getting sucked.” Kyle did just as he was told, and he was sucking his first cock. “Oh yeah, that’s it. Work my pole with that mouth of yours.” Jim hadn’t been allowed to cum on almost a week and he couldn’t hold back any longer. He grabbed Kyle's head to make sure that he wouldn’t pull off, looked down at Kyle and told him, “Make sure you show the camera the cum in your mouth before you swallow ever drop.” Jim then began to pant as Kyle felt his cock thicken in his mouth, then “OH YEAH!” Jim shouted out as he fired a weeks worth of cum into Kyle’s mouth. Jim made sure that Kyle showed his open mouth to the camera so that their pimps could see the fresh cum in his mouth before he swallowed it down. Kyle didn’t have much time to catch his breath as David pulled Kyle between his legs. David grabbed his cock sucker’s head and forced the length of his tool to the back of his throat. With Jim at his side, Kyle was coached on how to breathe, work his tongue and his mouth on a cock to give the best blow job known. David just sat back as his balls boiled to overflow and soon Kyle was eating his second load of cum. Kyle finished to look up at Bob stroking a massive nine inch cock, bigger then what the roommates had. Kyle was trying to figure out how he’d get that in his mouth when Jim encouraged him, “Just remember what I told you about breathing through your nose and to relax.” Kyle crawled on his knees over to Bob and began by licking his balls. Bob kept stroking as Kyle worked his tongue up the shaft to the tip as Bob moved his hand to the back of Kyle’s head. Ricky and Tyler watched on the group on the plasma knowing that this was going to be a brutal face fuck. Kyle was not prepared for Bob’s cock. He thrust his massive nine incher deep into Kyle’s throat. Since their working boys aren’t allowed to fuck, this is Bob’s way of working out his frustrations. Kyle’s eyes welled up with tears as his throat took a rough fucking similar to that his ass took earlier. With Jim’s instructions and encouragement and his own determination, Kyle was able to accommodate the cock in his throat. Bob was one to take a long time no matter when he shot last. He was a brutal top that was turned into a whore bottom. When he got this rare chance to use his dick, he made the most of it. Kyle quickly learned to relax his throat as Bob rammed his shaft in and out of his mouth. Kyle did his best to put up with the face fucking and just as his jaw began to get sore he felt the cock in his throat began to swell then spasms as Bob was delivering his load directly into his gut. Bob pulled back a bit to give Kyle the last few spurts before smacking him across the face with his still hard cock. “I fucking wish I could breed this bitch! I’m still fucking hard.” Just as Bob finished talking the bedroom door opened up and in walked Ricky and Tyler. Ricky asked, “Nice job boys, you think this bitch will be ready to work the party tomorrow night?” “I’m sure with some personal tutoring I can have him ready Boss”, Bob was quick to say. But he knew he had no chance of fucking the new kid. The boys were there to be fucked and to suck the various guys who paid their way into the party. “OK boys, Tyler has your work assignments for the night. Remember, cash up front and we know how much you will be getting for each of your John’s.” The boys left the room leaving Kyle on his knees in front of Ricky. “Ok, boys, Tyler has your work assignments for the night. Remember, cash up front and we know how much you will be getting for each of your Johns.” The boys left the room leaving Kyle on his knees in front of Ricky. “We need to get you ready for the party tomorrow night. Your ass will bring a nice price with you being fresh meat.” Tyler came up stairs after giving the working boys their assignments for the night. They then took Kyle into one of the bedroom that they used as their party room. This room was well equipped with a couple slings and a fuck bench. Along one wall were a number of dildos of various shapes and sizes and an assortment of butt plugs. The opposite wall had ropes, chains and other restraints some of which Kyle had never seen before. There were a couple of flat panel TVs hanging in two of the corners of the room playing bareback porn. They put Kyle in the sling and placed his wrists and ankles in restraints. He had a perfect view of the TV’s from where he lay. Ricky told him, “You’ll spend the rest of the night here watching porn. The hunger to be fucked will grow in side you all night until you beg to be fucked. Then you will be left here long after that point to think about your purpose here and how you will serve us.” Kyle was given a small slam. Kyle felt a hunger and a need to be fucked at any end. All he knew was that he needed cock inside him as he watches the porn on the screen. He noticed that the guys getting fucked in the porn looked familiar. Then he recognized them as Jim, Bob and David. Every hour either Ricky or Tyler came into the room and gave Kyle some G laced water to drink and a small slam to keep the hunger of being fucked within him. After almost six hours of mini-slams and G, Kyle was begging to be fucked. When the roommates came in to give Kyle his next “dose” they knew he was almost theirs. They ignored him as he drank down the water and took his slam without protest. After the roommates left Kyle, Ricky commented, “It won’t be long until he is hooked on meth.” Tyler added, “Yeah, and raw cock and cum.” The roommate continued to give Kyle the same doses over the entire night and as daylight began to fill the apartment they entered the room to find a docile boy ready to submit. Kyle pleaded, “Please, I need to be fucked. I can’t take it anymore. I need cock in me. I need to suck cock.” Ricky asked, “Kyle are you ready to go to work for us?” Kyle didn’t even hesitate, “Yes sir, I will work for you as long as I get fucked right now.” Tyler said, “Very well then.” Ricky pulled a very large dildo off the wall, “If you can take this down to the base we will let you out of the sling to rest up for tonight’s festivities.” The dildo was a horse cock dildo, 13” long and 8” around. “Please give it to me.” Ricky and Tyler applied a generous amount of Crisco to the dildo and Kyle’s ass. Tyler commented on how loose Kyle’s hole felt and that this might not be much of a challenge. The tip slipped in easily, but then they had some resistance as the dildo began to slide in side Kyle’s hole. Ricky and Tyler were experienced enough to manage this resistance and put a bottle of poppers beneath Kyle’s nose telling him to breath in deep. As the poppers took effect the resistance faded and before they knew it, half of it was inside the teen. Now they had the internal ring to negotiate. Again they gave Kyle the poppers as the dildo was turned and wiggled past the internal ring. It took some doing but it finally “popped” through and after a good 45 minutes of work the dildo was down to the base. The roommates fucked the teen with this dildo for a good ten minutes ensuring he was opened-up. Ricky praised his new working boy, “Very good Kyle. Now you’re ready for a fist.” In his drugged up hazed he was a little perplexed. He thought to himself, ‘A fist? Why the hell would anyone want a fist put in his ass?’ Before he knew what was happening the dildo was quickly pulled from his hole. He felt so empty, still having a need to be filled. Tyler began to finger Kyle’s loose and sloppy hole. And before Kyle knew what was going on, he had Tyler’s fist inside his rectum. He felt full again, but he had no clue as to how full he’d get as Tyler began to work his fist deeper inside his hole. Kyle had no view to see what was going on until he realized that the activities were on the TV screen above them. He watched with disbelief as Tyler’s forearm sunk into him down to the elbow. Ricky let Kyle know, “We’ve always needed a special boy for some of our special clients. I think you will work out well.” Kyle leaned his head back and enjoyed the fisting he was getting. Then Tyler pulled his fist from Kyle’s hole and his restraints were untied from the chains. They took Kyle to an open space on the floor and attached his ankles and wrists together. His ankles were attached to the floor and his wrists were attached to a rope suspended from a beam over head. His arms were stretched up over his head. What Kyle didn’t know was that as Tyler fisted him he also administered a generous booty bump that would make his ass even more hungry for cock. Ricky then asked, “How badly do you want to be fucked?” “Please, I need to be fucked.” “What will you do to get cock in you, boy?” “I’ll do anything you want me to do, please fuck me!” “Gag him Ty.” Tyler placed a ball gag in Kyle’s mouth as Ricky pulled a paddle off the wall. He then began to smack Kyle in the ass over and over again as he hung there. “Remember boy, you said you would do anything, and this is what we need a boy who we can pimp out to out leather clientele.” Kyle took a good smacking for nearly 15 minutes. He wasn’t able to stand up as he was hanging by his wrists. After a few more minute of smacking his ass, they knew Kyle had had enough. They lowered him down and moved him over to the fuck bench where they each fucked another load into his well stretched ass. Tyler said, “Let’s go boy, we need to get you cleaned up and let you rest up before tonight’s events” as they led Kyle to the shower up stairs. It wasn’t a regular tub style shower. It looked more like the kind you’d find in a locker room with a couple shower heads along one wall. Ricky told Kyle to get on his knees and open his mouth. He then placed his soft dick in Kyle’s mouth. Kyle thought he was going to suck Ricky’s cock when Ricky told him, “Don’t think about sucking my cock. I am going to give you something to drink.” Ricky then began to piss into Kyle’s open mouth, “Do the best you can to swallow as much of my piss. It is an honor to get to drink a guy’s piss.” Kyle did his best, although some spilled out of his mouth, he drank most of it down. Then Tyler stepped up and placed his soft cock in Kyle’s mouth and gave him his piss. Kyle did better with Tyler’s piss then he did with Ricky’s. “Hey Rick, he’s a fast learner.” “He sure is. Now let’s get him cleaned up and fed so he can rest up for tonight.” They then had Kyle shower off and helped him with a shower shot to douche out his stretched out hole. They then gave escorted him down stairs and fed him. Kyle was still horny, but as least he as fed and cleaned up. They all sat down in the living room to watch some TV. As the T and G in Kyle system wore off he fell asleep and slept all afternoon. When he woke it was starting to get dark out. The working boy’s were back and they nudged Kyle to get up and ready for the guests. The four hustlers headed up stairs. They all stripped down and went into the play room where Ricky and Tyler were waiting. Each one was given a couple pills, one was am ecstasy and there were a couple Cialis to keep the boys rock hard and horny for the guests. Then each boy was given his slam to start the night off. Jim, Bob and David wandered off to different parts of the room to wait. After Kyle got his slam he was helped into the sling and given some extra Cialis. The roommates told the boys that Kyle was to be in the sling all night. Anyone one wanting to seed his ass had to pay extra since he was new to the crew. As the night went on Kyle took loads from all the guests. He was fucked by old, fat trolls, young hotties, big dick black guys, harry Latinos. All in all he took at least a load from every customer there. It was knows which guys were poz and which were neg, but all Kyle knew was that he was getting what he wanted: cock and cum in his ass. In his drugged up haze Kyle knew he found his place as a male prostitute.
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Old Enough To Know Better Young Enough To Do It Anyway
denVERScub posted a topic in Chem Sex FICTION
OLD ENOUGH TO KNOW BETTER, YOUNG ENOUGH TO DO IT ANYWAY PART I: INVINCIBLE BEGINNING At some point all teenage boys reach a moment in which they are transformed from a normal kid into a super powered, unstoppable force…or at least something deludes them into believe that about themselves. Once it has occurred, these kids will take on daring, and even foolish risks, with no fear that they might face consequences for their actions. Most boys probably couldn’t tell you when that moment was, but Chris could pinpoint exactly when and where and what he was doing (and who) when he lost his sense of self preservation and became a daredevil willing to try anything and always looking for the next adventure to prove he was all he believed himself to be. The night in question was during his sophomore year, only hours after he’d been told he’d be starting pitcher for his varsity baseball team the next season. So excited he could barely see straight, he texted some buds and made plans to meet them behind the diamond that night to celebrate. After three or so beers that had been purchased by someone’s older sister, Chris found himself doing handstands on the top row of the bleachers. This brave and idiotic act of show-off-ery was made possible by his alcohol intake and the appearance of some girls from his English class, but soon he’d feel strong enough to do such things without anything clouding his judgement. As it turned out, the handstand were sufficiently impressive to get one of the girls to come over to him and ask what else he could do. Not even an hour passed before they’d both gotten drunk enough to climb in the back of his dad’s truck and start fucking while all their friends were only a few feet away. Drunk and loud, their moans gave away what they were up to, and drew the other girl and the boys to come over and watch. Pretty soon a chant started encouraging Chris to go faster and harder. Now Chris would remember that this went on for at least a half hour and his girl orgasmed 3 times before he finally whipped his dick out and shot copious streams of jizz across her pussy, stomach and tits. The truth was more like five minutes, one (possibly fake) orgasm, and his cock slipping out at the last second, missing her tits or cunt, and instead coating the insides of her thighs and calves. While she retrieved her panties from his radio antenna, one of his buddies secretly took a photo of the cum covering her legs and showed it to Chris. It was right then that he became a myth to his buddies and any shred of self-preservation was gone. He was convinced he could do anything, having seduced the hottie with his athletic prowess, fucked her royally with an audience cheering him on, and a photo to prove it was all as awesome as he thought it was. That night when he got home and went into his bathroom to shower off the sweat, cum and pussy juice, he stripped nude and admired himself in the mirror. For months he’d been working his ass off to get his biceps bigger, his abs tighter and his legs stronger to help his game. Smirking, he suddenly saw the resulting body in a new light, as if it was imbued with mystical properties. Another foolish teen was born that night, and no one would be able to break him of his delusions of grandeur for quite some time. Over the next year he was cock of the walk, ruling the school as only buff, tall, handsome teen varsity jocks can. He even managed to make honor role first semester, which got him an offer to join an Honors track in the spring. With nothing to fear, he accepted without a second thought, and continued to spend his time perfecting his physique and juggling three girls. Once baseball season started in February, Chris was starting to realize that his honors classes might not have been the best idea. Midterms would be right around the same time as the first game, and so far Chris was barely finding the time to study enough for a ‘C’ average between practice and his workouts. Still he figured it would all work out just fine even when his teachers began pointing out that he was getting dangerously close to dropping below a ‘C’ which would keep him off the list for academic eligibility. Finally his coach pulled him aside after practice one night and mentioned some rumors that Chris might be off the team if he didn’t get his grades back up, and some fear kicked in. The next weekend, Chris cancelled his dates and spent the whole weekend studying and writing papers. During the week he began doing homework at lunch and between classes, and even used study hall for its intended purpose. His grades began to pick up, but now the coach was riding him for not playing as well. Friday’s practice was worst of the week, and Chris found himself barely able to focus with all the stuff he was freaking out about. Too wired to go home, he decided to drive over to his family’s athletic club and get in some time on his arms and try to figure out what he was doing wrong. An hour passed while Chris worked different weight machines to pump up his arms, but he was still distracted by all the work he had to do. So much so he accidentally loaded 20 lbs more than his top weight, and almost killed himself on the first press. Out of nowhere appeared a tall toned white guy covered in tattoos who jumped in to spot him and helped get the weight readjusted. Chris sat up to thank the guy, and found out he was one of the personal trainers at the club, Freddy. They chatted as the lifted and walked into the locker room together as Chris explained that with all he had to get done, there just wasn’t enough time during the week to do it and be well rested and ready for practice. “What if I could make the weekend longer?” Freddy asked, lowering his voice and leaning in closer. Chris asked what he meant and found out that Freddy had some stuff at his house that would allow Chris to stay up all night Friday and Saturday, get his work done for the week, and not make him groggy afterwards. Chris agreed without asking anything about what the stuff was or what it did. He was so excited about the idea of being able to get everything done that he didn’t notice Freddy checking him out as they showered. Inside Freddy’s apartment, Chris was offered a drink, but declined in favor of getting the stuff he needed to help study. He figured on the short drive over that it was probably caffine pills like truckers use, but he wasn’t sure if he could take those since technically the school could check for drugs at any point, even though they always did it Friday after school. He tried to hide his shock when Freddy returned to the living room in nothing but a pair of baggy bball shorts and a cap, with a small glass piper and lighter in one hand and a tiny bag of something resembling the rocks Chris grew in chemistry class the year before. Chris watched as Freddy explained that the stuff in the bag was called ‘Tina’ and was used to fight fatigue, as well as a few other things. Chris inquired as to why he needed the pipe and when Freddy started to show him, Chris objected quickly. “I don’t do drugs man, can’t risk it.” He said, losing some of his posture unconsciously from the disappointment of realizing there was no miracle way to stay up without chancing an ‘f’ on a piss test. “If any of this shit is detectable on a UA, then I would be fucked if it was still in my piss by Friday.” “No sweat man,” Freddy responded while loading some of the rocks into the glass bowl. “This stuff burns clean and is out of your system in 2, 3 days tops. Plus it won’t show on any UA for sports enhancing drugs or opiates.” Assuming that meant that the ‘tina’ wasn’t a drug, Chris spirits rose, but he remained wary, asking if there were any side effects or if it was addictive. “It can be addictive if you aren’t able to handle it properly,” Freddy said as he measured some of his baggie into an even smaller bag. “but you’re a big dude and you don’t look like one of those pussy bitches who can’t drink or smoke without ending up strung out on the side of the road somewhere. As for side effects, it just hypes you up and gets you running on overdrive, which can sometimes make you really thirsty or horny, kinda like a really good work out but with no fatigue after.” Chris’ sense of invulnerability over-rode all the ‘don’t do drugs’ lectures he’d heard over and over again in school and scouts, convincing him he could handle it in small doses. After all, no one was ever hooked after just one hit right? Wrong. Freddy asked him if he wanted to try it out, but Chris hesitated for one more second as he tried to decide if he was really willing to do this to get his stuff done. “Up to you man,” Freddy shrugged and pocketed the baggie and went to take a hit off the pipe himself. “I just need to know if you want this or if I should save it for the college chic I got on her way here. She loves smoking this and riding any cock in the room, so maybe I should save it for her anyway.” The idea that some girl could handle it and he was hesitating made Chris realize that it was time to man up. There was also the image of some co-ed tits bouncing as a girl rode his dick that had him wondering if he could use this as an excuse to hang around take a turn. He stopped Freddy and said he was ready to try it. Since he’d never seen a pipe like this before, Freddy offered to help him by lighting it for his first few hits. Instructing him to wait to inhale until Freddy gave him the signal, Chris sat as close to Freddy as he could. The tattoo’d taller, older guy held the pipe to Chris’ lips and flicked the lighter until it lit under the clear glass bowl. Crackling could be heard as Chris noticed the crystals melting and smoke beginning to billow in the round enclosure. From the weed pipes he’d smoked, Chris assumed the hole on top was a carb, but didn’t say anything since Freddy left it uncovered. Once some whisps of clean white smoke began to seep from the hole, Freddy said “now.” Inhaling deep into his lungs, Chris was surprised that he wasn’t tasting the smoke like he had when he’d smoked pot before. ‘must be due this being a cleaner burning substance or something,’ he thought, until he began to exhale and coughed really hard. Freddy laughed and asked if he was okay and Chris nodded. Taking another hit, Freddy handed Chris the bowl and told him to try it that time while Freddy retrieved water for the two of them. Chris had an easier time on that hit and wondered how long it would take to kick in. Just as Freddy came back with the waters, Chris got his answer in the form of a huge head rush and a wave of heat flowing over him. Now he understood why Freddy had stripped to his shorts. They continued passing back and forth the pipe while Freddy listened to him drone on and on about how amazing he felt. Once the bowl was finished, Freddy told Chris to strip down to his boxers if he was too warm, which Chris went ahead and did, with all the confidence of a boy his age. He didn’t even worry about getting hard when the extremely sexy 22 yr old girl showed up and smoked with them. By the time they’d smoked another bowl, Chris was concerned that he wasn’t getting hard, but kept his mouth shut since he was enjoying the 22yr old fingering her pussy and Sucking Freddy’s large dick. Within minutes of starting, her cunt got slippery, then sloppy and finally she creamed all over the couch cushion when Chris worked up the courage to reach over and stroke her pussy lips. Still, Chris couldn’t get any response from his dick. When the girl left, he asked Freddy, and he explained that it was a common side effect and if he decided to come back for more “study helpers” the next night, that Freddy would toss in a Viagra just in case. Confused, but wired, Chris left the apartment and went home, where he spent the next 6 hours pounding out a term paper, two research papers, and a set of flash cards for his midterms that week. Around 7 am, he was fading and went into his pocket for some more tina. Immediately he realized he had no pipe and no lighter. Whipping out his phone, he texted Freddy and prayed he was awake. By 8, Chris was back at Freddy’s door, and was greeted by the tattoo’d dealer’s naked body, semi-hard cock, and a nasty gangbang video playing on the tv. He was so distracted by his need for a pipe that it took him a minute to realize there was another guy there, around Freddy’s age, but shorter, around Chris’ height, and very muscly. He stammered and tried not to stare as the two men absent mindedly jerked their rods while he told them what he needed. The buff shorter guy laughed and told him to go buy one at the Mexican market on the corner, but Freddy stopped him and said he would give him one as part what he owed for the tina. Chris asked what he meant, and Freddy explained that tina was not free, and told him the bag he’d left with earlier was worth $30, and he’d toss in the Viagra he’d promised, a pipe and a lighter for another $10. All the money from Chris’ wallet added up to $38, and the change from his car got him another $1.57 closer, which Freddy graciously accepted on the condition that “next time you bring the cash before I give you the goods.” All Saturday, through the afternoon and evening, Chris was working at full speed, sneaking into the bathroom and locking the door periodically, in order to be sure he could take a few puffs without his parents catching him. As promised, the tina was life-changing, allowing Chris to stay focus and on task all day so he was done with all his work by midnight. With that, he booted up his laptop and hunted through some porn online so he could celebrate. Try as he might, even his favorite videos did nothing to help him become erect. Frustrated, he fished the little blue pill out of his pocket and gulped it down. He wondered if Freddy and the other guy had taken one, since they seemed to have no issues getting hard when he was there. Suddenly he realized he had no idea why the two of them were stroking together with no sign of a female anywhere and no mention of any coming over. A brief thought that they were fags crossed his mind, but he dismissed it as quickly as it arrived, reminding himself that Freddy fed his dick to the college girl right in front of him the night they met. Perhaps they were jerk off buddies like he and his friend Nick had been in middle school. It seemed weird that they’d continued as adults, but he forgot all about it when he looked down and found his own dick was now fully hard. Assuming it was from the slutty blonde getting a facial on the computer screen, he began to stroke and think of all the girls he’d been blowing off the last few weeks. One hand on his cock, he reached with his other hand for his phone and texted the girl who lived closest and asked if she wanted to come over. Imagining her taking a hit from his pipe before letting him use her slit, he felt his balls tightening already. Pausing to take another hit off his new pipe, he prayed for a pussy. Mere moments passed before the girl he’d texted sent a response saying: just got home from party. Come over and letz fuck. The sex was better than he ever could have imagined, even with a half-asleep drunk girl who didn’t want to do anything other than missionary. When he pulled out and shot his load on her pussy lips, she smiled and rolled over. She was out before his breathing returned to normal, and he was already figuring out how he was going to make $30 bucks that week to get more tina. PART II: UNSTOPPABLE ADDICTION Nine weeks had come and gone since that first night partying, and Chris had spent every weekend high as a kite. His grades were safely in the ‘B’ range and his performance on the team had never been better. He’d even managed to lose the baby fat around his waist with the help of the drugs, giving him an even more enviable form. In that time, he’d run through all his birthday money, he allowance, his gas money, and had even taken to selling some of his comic books from when he was younger, all to support his new habit. What began as a $30 bag and the occasional puff through the day was now $100 a weekend and a constant intake of meth. Days he spent at home locked in his room behind a combo lock he installed himself, nights he snuck over to Freddy’s apartment and smoked and jerked and hung out naked, occasionally enjoying a left over girl from Freddy’s customers. Recently Freddy was kicking him out more and more often, which required Chris to schedule hook ups with girls and friends at bizarre hours. He was loving every drugged minute of it, and had become totally okay with spending hours in the buff with Freddy and random friends and customers he had over now and then. Finals came just in time for the money to run out, and Chris was panicked when he asked Freddy what to do. “You remember the guy you met the first weekend we hung out?” Chris nodded. “Well he has mentioned you a few times since then and I bet he’d be down to spot you some cash if you’d be down to let him suck you off.” “Seriously? He’s a fag? Seemed so…normal. I dunno man. I’m not into gay shit. I just really need this for one more week.” Chris was already aching for a puff when Freddy explained that he could pretend it was a girl and keep his eyes closed the whole time. Glancing over to the coffee table, Chris saw Freddy’s pipe laying out and his eyes glazed at the thought of being high again. He nodded okay. No sooner had Freddy gotten off the phone with the guy and told Chris to use his shower really quickly. Chris was now including some extra cleansing of his balls, ass and hole when he showered, since the tina had a tendency to make him empty his bowels. He’d just finished verifying there was nothing left inside him and getting washed when Freddy knocked and told him the guy was there, stripping nude and eagerly dropping to his knees in front of the chair where Freddy directed Chris to sit. The dude wasted no time and immediately began to suck as best he could, but it was no use since Chris was only thinking about getting high. Freddy suggested they smoke a bowl and gave Chris a Viagra to help him out. Once the smoke hit his lungs, Chris felt the high he needed and was able to turn his attention to the tv screen where an asain girl was taking two black dicks in either end. It turned out that the man was an excellent cock sucker, so good that Chris forgot who was doing it and grabbed his hair and started pounding his dick down the man’s throat and saying things like “take my fucking cock” and “I’m gonna feed you my cum bitch!” Sure enough, the next stroke was all it took for Chris to shoot load after load down the throat of a man he barely knew. As the euphoria wore off, he looked down and was disgusted to see the masculine face as it licked his shaft and balls. He pushed the man off and hurriedly got dressed, only pausing before leaving to get the tina he needed. PART III: INESCAPABLE OUTCOME Finals and the end of the baseball season went off with no problems, and Chris decided he was going to stop smoking now that he no longer needed to do it for his grades. Friday came and he was doing okay until he received a video message on his phone from Freddy. The clip was the college girl he’d met at Freddy’s apartment, and she was taking a hit from Freddy’s pipe totally nude. Never in his life had he wanted something so badly, and he couldn’t figure out if he wanted the pipe or the girl more. Since classes ended with finals, Chris rushed the last half of the last essay on his lit final, before tossing it on the teacher’s desk on his way out the door. On the way to Freddy’s apartment, he called the dealer and explained that he was still broke, but Freddy told him not to worry about it, because he had a friend coming over that was willing to share. When the other guy finally arrived, Chris had the co-ed on her back on the couch, with her legs over his shoulders and his cock ramming her pussy as hard as he could. He told Freddy how impressed he was by his own staying power since he’d been inside her for at least 20 minutes by then with no sign of cumming, and Freddy just laughed. “That’s because the pepsi I gave you to wash down the Viagra had some g in it,” Freddy mentioned like it was nothing. Chris looked concerned. “Don’t sweat it bro. G is ghb, all of us have some in our drinks. It is just like taking a couple shots.” Once the other guy started stripping, the girl declared that she needed a break and they all sat around and smoked a large bowl. Chris was so hard he was practically humming when his female fuck-partner got a text and apologized, explaining that her roommate was locked out and she needed to go give her the keys to their room. Promising to be back soon as she got dressed, she stopped only to stroke Chris’ cock a few times, before slipping on her shoes on her way out the door. “FUCK!” Chris shouted when she left. “I really need to fuck her! I am so fucking horny man!” “Chill Chris,” Freddy advised him, handing him a freshly loaded bowl. “Why don’t we each do another shot of G so we can calm down a little and by the time the bitch gets back, you’ll be ready for round two.” They all agreed and Freddy dashed into the kitchen to get the g. “I’m Steve, by the way,” the other man spoke up, sitting across the sofa from Chris, in only a jockstrap and his sneakers. “Guess I forgot to introduce myself before sucking you off last week.” “No worries,” Chris responded, awkwardly. “I’m Chris.” Freddy returned with three small shot glasses each filled about half full. Chris said they were wimps if that’s all it took, but both guys chuckled and told him to wait and see how he felt once he drank it. Sliding it back, he gagged at the god-awful flavor and almost threw up, eliciting more laughs from the other guys. Assuming they didn’t choke because they were used to it, it didn’t occur to him that it was actually because their glasses had water in them instead. Within minutes Chris’ vision was getting blurry and he felt himself start to fade into a state of semi-awareness. He remembered thinking he should be worried when Freddy moved to Steve’s side and the two of them started whispering back and forth, but he couldn’t seem to find the energy or will power to question them. As the tv became too difficult to make out, Steve got up and went out on the balcony to make a phone call. “How about we move into the guest bedroom so we can watch porn on the big screen?” Freddy suggested once Steve was out of ear shot. The high school boy agreed amicably and stood up too quickly, falling right back on his butt. Luckily the high from the pipe and the g was making him easy going, so he just laughed and let Freddy help him up. Inside the bedroom, he tried to object as Freddy stripped them both naked and placed Chris next to him in bed, but every time he opened his mouth, Freddy would stick the pipe in front of him and feed him another hit off of it. He soon forgot to protest when the tv began playing a very hot porn featuring a girl who looked a lot like the college girl from earlier, getting plowed in her ass by a tall tattoo covered tan guy who Chris swore looked almost identical to Freddy. Reaching for his cock, Chris discovered Freddy was already playing with it. “I’m nat a fig brew.” Chris slurred. “What?” Freddy asked, sliding his other hand between Chris’ legs to stroke and tickle the balls and asshole. “I’m…not a fag. Bro.” Chris struggled to focus, making his word come slower and more clearly. “Who said you were Chris?” Freddy replied before bending down and engulfing his buddies cock with his mouth. Chris moaned and tried to push Freddy away, but once he felt the dealer’s lips against his pelvis, he moaned and relaxed enough that moments later, he was passed out. Looking up at the nude, ripped teen boy in the bed, Freddy let the stiff post-pubescent cock fall from his mouth, which curled into a smile. Hopping up, he leaned out the door and motioned to Steve, who ended his call, came back inside and climbed onto the bed next to Chris’ head. Together they readjusted Chris until his ass was at the foot of the bed and Steve was kneeling over his head, pinning the boy’s arms beneath his muscular thighs. Freddy chuckled quietly as he applied some lube to his fingers and work one, then two and finally a third one into the teen’s tight virgin ass. As the third one slipped in, Chris began to stir and Steve tensed his legs to keep the boy’s arms still. Withdrawing from the boyhole, Freddy was pleasantly surprised to find Chris’ ass as clean inside as it was outside. Showing Steve, the two of them made some quiet jokes about what a good little slut they’d found, doucheing before they used ‘her.’ “Time for a little wake up call,” Freddy whispered, pulling out a syringe with no needle, a small cup of water and some of his tina. He put a large crystal of the drug into the syringe then reinserted the plunger and used it to suck up some water. Not enough to make a mess, but enough to dissolve the rock with a little shaking and swirling. Once neither one could see the crystal, Freddy lubed the syringe and slowly slid it in the ass where he had just had his fingers. As soon as it was in as far as it could go, freddy pushed down on the plunger and emptied the liquid into Chris’ ass. “Baby’s first booty bump,” Steve said, laughing. The two men watched as the drugs took effect, reviving the boy slowly. Five minutes passed before they figured it was in his blood stream, then Freddy pulled out the syringe and leaned down over the teen’s body. Lifting the boy’s legs over his forearms, he moved his erect cock in until the lubed head was pressed against the virgin cunt. “Open your eyes ball boy,” the dealer said softly but in a commanding tone. Chris was dreaming that his math teacher was on her knees sucking his balls while his French teacher ate his ass with her bright red lips, and he wasn’t happy to respond to the male voice demanding he awaken, but he did anyway. Fluttering eyelids gave way to one and then two pupils, followed by some blinking before Chris finally became fully awake and looked up puzzled. For a few seconds, it didn’t register what was happening to him, until he managed to look a little further down his chest and caught sight of a tattooed torso between his thighs. Dawning on the fact that it was a set of male abs and pecs bent over him, his eyes shot wide open and he began to struggle. Steve and Freddy laughed at the feeble attempt to escape, since the boy was still on enough g that all he could really do was shake his head back and forth and wiggle his hips. “Get off of me mother fucker!” Spat the teen trying to gather enough strength to get an arm free. “what the fuck are you doing?” “Nothing much,” Freddy said, beginning to add pressure to the hole with his large, leaking cock. “I just want you to be awake when I make you a man.” “Fuck you queer!” Came the reply from the baseball boy, which did nothing but anger his rapists. Freddy dropped a thigh and smacked the teen’s face. Not hard enough to leave a mark, but with enough to force to shut the boy up and make him tremble slightly. “The only queer here,” The dealer said, sneering at his victim and lifting the leg back over his arm. “Is you bitch. I knew from the moment you smoked the very first bowl with me that you were a no-good faggot cock-sucking whore, and now I’m gonna prove it. Hold onto your panties.” Suddenly Freddy reared back and slammed his hips and cock forward, pushing half his engorged dick past the boy’s tight outer sphincter. Chris screamed like an 11yo falling off his bike, and slammed his eyes shut. Freddy motioned to Steve, who reached back on the bed and picked up Freddy’s discarded jockstrap, shoving it in the boy’s mouth. Freddy reared back again, withdrawing until only the head was still in the boy’s butt, and slammed forward a second time, until ¾ of his cock was inside. Another scream, muffled by the jock, came shooting out of the teen’s throat, as well as some sobs and tears. Pulling out again, the third slam saw the huge tattooed man’s meat make it all the way in, pushing past a second sphincter and causing one pitiful cry from the boy before he passed out. Minutes later the boy returned to consciousness, but somehow he was no longer in pain from the dick in his ass. Instead the sharp knife stabbing his insides had transformed into a warm ache and something else, something suspiciously like…pleasure. He heard moaning and grunting as he opened his eyes again and found Freddy ramming his ass full speed. With each driving thrust, the dealer added another guttural sound of pleasure, explaining the grunts he heard, but Steve was no longer kneeling over him, so where were the moans coming from? Shame filled the boy’s head when it dawned on him that he was the one moaning, from the pleasure of having his ass reamed. With no Steve above him, his arms were free to fight. Raising them, Chris expected them to push against his rapist, but as the cock inside him slid in and out of his no-longer virginal asshole, it rubbed something that caused tiny orgasms to shoot through the teen’s body, and made his arms reach out and pull the dealer’s hips against him harder. “Look who’s up,” Freddy said, bending down and kissing the teen. “And it looks like he’s enjoying himself.” Chris kept his mouth shut at first, which frustrated his fucker. Freddy slammed the boy especially hard, making Chris’ mouth pop open in a yelp, allowing the taller man’s tongue to slip inside the boy’s mouth and rape that as well. Once their tongues began wrestling, every last ounce of resistance faded from the youngster, and he became a willing participant as Freddy proceeded to fuck him on his belly, on his side, doggy style and finally on his back again when he was getting close to finishing. “You want me to cum in you bitch?” Freddy asked, his forehead resting against the boy’s. “Please don’t” Chris whimpered, part of him wanting the man to go ahead anyway. “Then I’ll stop fucking you.” Freddy threatened, pulling almost the whole way out of the boy. Chris cried out, hating the empty feeling and throwing his hands out to pull the man back into his ass. “That’s what I thought,” the tattooed top said laughing, resuming his full force fuck into the teen. “So I’ll ask you again. You want me to cum in you bitch? Want me to cum in you now and again tomorrow and again every day from now on until you’re nothing but a used up cunt full of sperm and shame? Tell me what you want!!” “I want…” Chris stopped himself, but Freddy slammed as hard and deep into him as he could, forcing the boy to continue. “I want you to cum in me.” “Good cause here…I…CUM!” Chris felt the cock inside him swell as his rapist slammed a dozen more times harder and deeper than he had yet and suddenly he could just tell that the man was cumming. The tight tattooed abs rubbing his own teen cock and the stiff giant cock in his hole, stimulating him in places he’d never felt before, joined together to make the teen shoot 1, 2, 3,…a dozen shots of thick, ropy boyjizz against the two male chests. Both men breathed hard and fast as they emptied their balls together, until both were finished and Freddy collapsed onto Chris, making out with the teen as their sweat and cum rolled off of them onto the bedspread. “hot damn.” Steve said, stepping out of the shadows with a camera in his hand. Chris’ gut dropped as he realized the two men had just taped, possibly even broadcasted his rape. “This oughta be enough to make sure you come back for more.” Chris felt the shame stream back into his mind as he stood in the shower, washing himself with boiling hot water. Tears fell from his eyes as he realized Steve was right. He had no choice now. If he didn’t want the men to release the tape or show his parents or get him kicked out of school, he’d have to do what they said, when they said. His feeling of being invincible was over, replaced by a mix of fear, resignation and excitement. Drying off, he walked back into the guest room and laid down without a fight. Steve started moving between the boy’s legs and lubed up his own cock for round two, and Chris knew there was nothing he could do but take the man’s cock, and any other cock they wanted him to take. He was theirs now.
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All about love (Part 1) Sometimes we open our eyes and we realize we are alone in this world. Lucius was in a world of his own. He had learnt what it meant to love and lose. When he was four years of age he lost his Daddy in a fatal car accident. One morning the man kissed his boy good-bye, telling him he loved him, only never to return. Then Lucius learnt what it meant to live with a desperate and depressed mother, who couldn’t get over her husband’s sudden death. More and more she fell into a state of weakness and one night, he was six years old, she kissed her son good night and told him she loved him. The next morning he found her not moving in her lonely bed. His grandmother took him in and tried to replace his father and his mother. She gave him all the love she had, to make up for the loss he had to endure in his young life, only to die of a heart attack when the boy was ten years old and attending school. The police and a DHS worker picked him up from his class, explaining he could never go back to Nana’s home and that her last words were, that she loved him. Then he took a journey from one foster home to another, but never did he stay long. He knew what it meant, to rely on the grown-ups and then to be abandoned by them, so he decided it would be best, not to show any emotions and he made himself intolerable. When he reached the age of sixteen he ran away from yet another foster home and lived on the streets, doing everything in the book to earn money, but before long he started to steal stuff from shops to sell them on the street - to buy himself food. Then he burglarized the homes of others to get money for drugs. And then he sold his body for another shot of heroin. One night he was in a club, he begged his dealer for some dope. He promised he would pay him in a couple of days but he needed a shot now. His dealer wouldn’t give him the shit for free, but then he told Lucius, that he might had a job offer for him. He would know people who might take him in and supply him with smack, if Lucius would agree to work for them. Lucius, now 18 years old, was shaking badly. Although he used the drug for a while, he still looked quite attractive. Of course it was inevitable that in time his body would give in to the ravishes of the drugs, and he would assume the look of a typical wasted junky, but at this point the only suggestions of the addiction was a certain vacant expression in his eyes and the fact that he was extremely thin. His pusher drove him to a rundown house on the bad side of the town. After he knocked at the back door they entered a filthy complex but didn’t care to look around much. He needed a shot urgently. Another guy, his name was Cole, was sitting in one of the rooms and listened to Lucius’ story. You could see in his cold eyes no sign of sympathy. He explained to the twink, that nothing in life would come for free. Since time was running up Lucius didn’t even care, what kind of work he had to do. He was in need for his next fix now. Cole stood up and walked towards Lucius. He stood in front of the kid and looked down at him. He massaged his dick through his fabrics and asked him, to show how much he really needed this shit. Lucius understood immediately and opened Cole’s pants. He grabbed the hardened dick and started kissing the leaking dick head. His tongue made love to the pushers piss slit and cleaned it thoroughly. He sucked the dick into his mouth like there was no tomorrow. He jacked this guy’s cock off while giving him a good old blow job. The pimp started face fucking poor young Lucius’ to check his gag reflex obviously. Soon the pimp reached his climax and shot his load down the boy’s throat - who swallowed the semen, like a whore. Cole turned around and handed the pusher some money and told him then to piss off. Turning back to Lucius’ he called two of his men and ordered them to drag Lucius to the room 18. There should be a free mattress. Lucius looked at him begging him for his shot and he barked to his men to give him a fix and then let the Johns use his new merchandise, to keep the money cash flowing. When they entered the room, there were 5 mattresses on the floor. On 3 there were guys involved in some heavy fuck actions. Young guys, like himself, were being fucked by older males. They didn’t even look up, as the three entered the room and moved to one of the free mattresses. “Take off your pants and short” one guy ordered. Lucius undressed completely and looked at both guys like a puppy in need. One guy left for a short while, only to come back with a needle and a syringe and other stuff. They gave him the urgently needed shit and left him dozing off at the filthy mattress. Not long after that, a trucker entered the room. He looked around and saw three whores already taken, but then he discovered the ‘sleeping beauty’ Lucius and started to unbutton his jeans. He grabbed his 8 inch dick and jacked it off, then he went down on Lucius who hardly recognized the guy approaching him. “How old, bitch?” he asked Lucius. Lucius tried to focus on the intruder, but he wouldn’t reply really. He was so high, that he didn’t complain about the guy pushing Lucius’ legs up and spreading it so far away, that his hole was accessible. ‘Fucking drug addicts’ the trucker thought and jammed his cock into the defenseless boy. He made a grunting sound. Although Lucius had whored around before, he was still tight, because he never exceeded in getting fucked by guys. “Tight bitch” the trucker moaned. His dick felt like being snipped off, by the tight boy’s anal passage. He had to work hard to get his whole cock into this narrow whore. He felt his body being used distantly and knew he should fight against it, but he didn’t care. His legs were tightly pressed against his chest. The trucker used the hollow of the knees to hold him down and use greater force to penetrate him. Since it was a bareback ‘flatrate’ night at the ‘Biohazard’, the Johns paid only one fee and could fuck as much as they liked the whole night and were allowed to change the boys as often as they wanted to. On all 4 mattresses drugged up boys, all of Lucius’ age, being abused and fucked hard by their Johns. They showed no mercy. They hammered their big cocks into the entries and tried to inflict some damages also. You could clearly hear the moaning and groaning, from other rooms also. The trucker didn’t even look at his boy whore. His eyes were closed and he enjoyed the sensational feeling violating this extremely tight cunt. He tried to jab his cock into the asshole as hard as he could, to show Lucius who was the man in the house and the boy reacted finally a little. “Take my toxic seed fucker…. *groans* take it all up your ass…. *grunts* yeah….. do you feel me…. *moans*” He fucked Lucius hard fired his bugs into the defenseless boy. Another John entered the room with an adolescent boy and told the young guy to undress his tight pants and open up for him. Lucius’ first day at a Biohazard whorehouse might change his life forever most certainly, but definitely not for good…
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Opening a line to connect Fort Myers Florida brotherhood. What's going on out there. Me and partner new to the area. Share, share, share......the brotherhood......Both vers raunch pigs, one more top and other more bottom.
