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I run my own business, we do office fit outs and reconfigurations, based in the city. For a years more I've had a personal assistant as the majority of the work I do is coordinating contractors, workmen and supply logistics, so having someone to help me keep my diary straight and things organised is just a no brainer. Until now I've always kept my sex life separated as being a Gay man in his late 40s and dealing with construction people, it was just always easier for them to not question sexuality etc. But then my PA Amy resigned to move to another city with her fiance and I found myself interviewing replacement candidates. There was a short list of three, two older women, very experienced and one young guy, with great qualifications but his experience was not directly in assistant work, though his skills were transferable. I'll be honest, he wasn't in the running, but wanted to meet him as I liked his resume and I was dirty minded and curious. After the first two had not really impressed me, I was beginning to think the search would be a bust when young James met me at reception. I was pleasantly surprised when the well dressed 21 year old shook my hand and smiled his blue eyes at me, my cock twitched and I smiled back, checking him out as inconspicuously as possible. I'm 6'2" 47 hairy and burly with a rugby build, he was 5'8" 21 lean with a more nerdy look, a great bubble but and signs of being a little hairy himself... Just perfect. Nasty thoughts ran through my head as I ushered him to my office, closing the door and locking it so as not to be disturbed, but I put them aside, let's give this kid a chance. As I asked him all the normal interview questions and noticed he was very nervous, I did my best to be friendly and put him at ease, but not let my dick make decisions, something I strongly believe is dangerous in business. So briefed him on the company history, the role and why it was vacant, then what I was looking for from an assistent, and asked him why he thought I should hire him over someone with more direct experience. James explained that he was a born organiser, his father had been in construction and that since he'd passed away he had wanted to find a way to follow in his dad's footsteps, even though he wasn't great at building things himself. He talked about how he'd done similar things around logistics in his last job and how he often found himself managing his mums diary as she was a busy single mum these days. He then dropped that he was single, so it ment he didn't have any other obligations right now and could focus on the job at hand. I joined that I war single too which war great for work but getting a little lonely as I was getting older. He smiled at my weak joke that prompted him to reassure me I want that old. With that I got up to get a glass of water from my cooler and asked if he wanted one, and that was my first clear hint... I caught him checking out my ample package. I pack 9 thick inches and big balls and always be sure to wear just the right jeans that show off my buldge, so it pumped my ego a little and quickly lead to some more dirty thoughts... So when it took him his water I intentionally came too close and caught him once again glance down. Then I headed back to my desk sat down and back, being sure he could get a view and decided, fuck it, I was alone in the office today, I'm horny as hell and I'm gonna see if I can break my rule... A secret fantasy id had for a long time. So I started with a simple question, what does he do for fun, he answered clubbing with friends, gaming and into sci Fi, like trek... I laughed and said I loved trek too, but wasn't much for Clubbing these days, preferring usually to sit at home have a smoke and relax. He asked what I smoked and I decided to take a risk... Asking if I could trust him with the truth. He eagerly reassured me, so I unlocked and reached into my side drawer pulling out my glass pipe, already loaded with Tina, and asked if he'd tried it before? When he said no, I asked if he was open to it and he said yeah maybe, then asked what it was like, side effects etc, I told him it was really just great for relaxing, and focusing, abs that it was pretty mild with come down that is really managed. He seemed curious, so I then mentioned that it was also really great for enhancing sex with the right partner, and since it was Friday, id let my team go home early, intending to puff up and see where the night and weekend took me. I asked if he had plans and when he said know I asked if he minded if I took a hit and said he was welcome to join me. I could see he was interested but nervous, so I just hit up the pipe, took a big breath and blew out a big cloud in front of him. "wow" I heard him utter as I saw his eyes check my package between watching the smoke. As the clouds started to rush through my veins I got a little bolder, stood up and moved to lean against the edges of my desk right in front of him, and this time I said, "go on give it a try, I'll shotgun it to you and you can stop if you don't like it". He bowed to the period pressure and seconds later I was up close blowing clouds into his mouth as he sucked them back, near the end i intentionally let our lips touch, then moved back. Once he had exhaled I quickly asked if he was ok and liked it? He was affirmative so I gave him too more shotguns each time kissing just a little more as I did it, he didn't resist and started to respond kissing back. Now was the time to up the stakes, so I moved back to my chair and asked if he would like to take one directly from the pipe... And smiled when he glanced at my package again on the word pipe. He said yes so I told him it would be easier if he came and sat on my knee while I drove it for him and encouraged him, it didn't take much and this young boy was sit on my knee, in close, my package now pressed gently against his upper thigh, I drove the pipe, then leaned in so he could shot gun it back to me. This time as we did I allowed the exchange to become a more passionate and clear kiss. When he sat back, with the courage of the puff in my system I told him he was a very good looking young man, that I was gay I loved being a daddy to a younger guy, and I asked him if he likes guys too? He confirmed yes, previous trepidation gone due to the substance in his lungs and my admission, he also said he thought I was a real hunk that he was hoping I might be a top. With that it was all on, more puff, more making out and our hands exploring each other's bodies, soon my hand was massaging his ass and he was rubbing my package. I then told him I was a trekkie too and asked if he would like to see my tattoo on the topic, slowly removing my shirt to show my com badge tattoo, he ran his hand through my chest hair as he admired said he loved the concept. After another puff I decided to tell all to him, that I was a dom daddy top who dreamt of having a boy to own of my own. That I had fantasies that that boy would also be my PA, a total bottom and love my cock and my cum. I told him I preferred it bareback, and loved seeding and breeding a hot boy. He was shy, but expressed he liked the idea but was really only looking for a hook up, safe sex and felt he'd love to have sex but wasn't inclined to continue with the job application. I was disappointed, but horny at least is get this young boys hot ass... And who knows where that night go...
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Dorian Gale looked down the long yellow road ahead to the now-familiar sight of the Emerald City club rising out of the distant landscape. He gripped the object they had been sent to retrieve in his hand, and exhaled. Maybe this this would be over soon. He turned to look at his fellow travellers, all now resting against trees or rocks. Toto, his twinky boyfriend, whose escape-artist antics had started all this. Leo, the timid blond bear who never seemed to fail to find courage when he was horny. Scotty, the dishevelled hobo-looking moron who still seemed to be able to outsmart when he needed to. Steele, the cold and gruff hunk with the metal fetish that seemed to care more than he ever let on. They were a ragtag mob, but had been through a lot together. For Dorian and Toto it had, of course, started when they arrived here. Lost in the heat of the moment, they had not noticed the tornado sirens going until Dorian had finally erupted inside his boyfriend, and when they looked out of the window they realised in horror that they were seconds away from a direct hit. Dorian had barely pulled the mattress off the bed before they were violently thrown across the room, knocking both teens out in the process. When they awoke, they had found themselves somewhere truly alien. Colours, sounds and beings like they had never encountered in their little town near Wichita. Somewhere in the melee of the foam party going on outside, an auburn haired drag queen called Glinda Glitter had eventually emerged from the bubbles and shown them where to go. She had taken her time though, and both Dorian and Toto had been subjected to a near gang-rimming of their holes from the pack of little men running around who seemed to call themselves the Munchkids. Not the worst way to be welcomed to a new land, but certainly very unusual. Anyway, they had eventually extricated themselves from the orgy and set off up the road, following the path of the rather smelly watercourse they had been told was called the Golden Stream. Scotty was the first of their pack that they met, with Dorian and Toto taking pity on the man. This pity was perhaps misplaced, as a bottle of rum had knocked out Toto and left Dorian with his inhibitions lowered. Normally a strict top back in Kansas, he was left dripping cum from his stretched hole by the following morning. Steele was their next encounter, and from the get-go he made it clear he would help the boys if they in turn helped him. Toto had since taken the brunt of that duty, his little frame being tossed around like it was made of feathers by the burly chain-clad hunk whenever they stopped to rest along the way. Dorian’s athletic, muscled body had apparently been of appeal too though, and he had found himself having to give up his hole as well. Leo was their final encounter, and while he was initially afraid to accompany the men, catching site of a wet patch in the back of Dorian’s tight jean shorts had convinced him it might be worth it. The trip thereafter had gone slowly, given the amount of time that Steele wanted to be pounding the living daylights out of Toto. Scotty and Leo made the best of all the stops though, as they worked together to turn Dorian from a closeted jock top to a cumhungry spitroast-craving bottom. Of course, there had also been the Monkey Men. These crazed furries had kidnapped Dorian one night, and the jock had endured two days of being chained up in a cell while being gangbanged round the clock until his fellow travellers had found him and paid the ransom. Only then had this army of furry-fetish freaks agreed to take them to their goal, the dungeon complex of a hoodlum known as the Biggest Bitch of the West. Here, both Dorian and Toto had been forced to get into slings for gangbang breedings from all the military-fetish guys in attendance, providing enough of a distraction for the others to slip away one by one to search the place for their bounty. Somehow it took the equivalent of 20 loads in each of the Kansas boys before Steele located the giant dildo that the Biggest Bitch was apparently so famous for riding, which they had been sent to retrieve to add to the collection back at Emerald City. As they had tried to make their escape, the complex’s owner had nearly caught them but Dorian’s quick thinking had resulted in the Biggest Bitch slumping on the floor into an involuntary high, doused from head to toe in poppers. So now they were back in sight of Emerald City, but would need to wait some hours for it to open. Everyone else was resting, and Dorian eventually decided it was time to do the same. He made his way towards a vacant rock, but as he did so he saw Scotty stirring. Knowing the drill by this point, Dorian instead pulled down his jeans shorts, pulled off the tattered remains of his gingham shirt, and got down on all fours. He wasn’t sure what awaited the group, but for now he settled in for another afternoon of taking cock.
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I go to a bathhouse, the sleazier the better. I strip naked then get someone to use a Sharpie to write “Meth Whore” on one side of my ass and “Insert Toxic Loads Here” on the other. Then, I take a few hits of Tina from the pipe. Next. I start taking cock after cock. I service as many men as possible with my mouth, my hands and especially my ass. Miss Tina keeps me going like she does so well, and her sister Gina does too.. I drink chem piss. Somebody offers me my first slam, but I have to earn it by taking his beer can sized pierced cock without screaming. I manage somehow, then I watch as the needle enters my awaiting vein, making me higher than I’ve ever been. This continues for days. I’ve explored dozens of kinks and served hundreds of men. The room reeks of sweat and piss, with the floor sticky with the cum that’s dripped out of my ass. I finally go home exhausted to sleep it off, having fulfilled my role as the dirty little meth whore I know I am. Once I get the confirmation I’m poz, I get the biohazard tattoo I earned. I go to the bathhouse again, willing to top anyone else anyone who wants to be poz. I’m usually a bottom, but It’s my duty as a poz chem pig to share the gift with anyone else who wants it. Miss Tina is an evil little bitch for showing me that I’m a dirty submissive whore meant to be used like that, isn’t she? She taught me to be a pig, to be used to please men, unleashed a side of me that I never knew existed. I should hate her for it, but I want her to take me even further.
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***Hi there! This is my first attempt at writing a story here, plus English is not my first language, but I had this twisted story in my mind that I had to share! This first chapter is just setting, so please be patient since it isn't anything exciting YET! P.S. I am open to any kind of comments or suggestions, even bad ones, they could be all really useful in the future! Enjoy :)*** Chapter 1: The Beginning of the End We made it: we finally had a home of our own, rented, sure, but far enough from both our families to start a new life from scratch. Paul and I met in high school, neither of us had come out yet. He was very popular, good at sports, six feet tall, with big, sweet brown eyes, dark blond curly hair that cascaded down to his shoulders. Being a rugby player, he had that classic physique: massive, solid, huge arms and thighs, a round and perfect butt that protruded under any kind of pants. In a way, his cherubic face, white skin, and full lips clashed a bit with the macho rugby player physique, but this dissonance made him even more attractive in my eyes. Now, at 23, he hasn't changed much, which is why he proudly flaunts that light blond fuzz on his legs, armpits, and face, and what he calls a "beard" but is actually just a couple of mustache hairs and a few on his chin. He thinks it tones down the angelic features of his face and makes him look "tougher" on the field, yet it's precisely these features that are his strength, and will be his downfall. On the other hand, I am much more anonymous: slightly shorter than him, slim, I just go for runs with him early in the morning when I feel like it. My family is Italian, so I never had to pray for a beard to grow, since I was already shaving at 14. In the gay classification, I completely fit into the otter category, not that I boast about it, but Paul loves my Mediterranean colors, so I'm fine with it. We started dating when we were 16. Secretly, of course. Rumors about me being gay were already circulating, but I didn't understand the origin, since I didn't do anything to draw attention to myself, my only two friends were as straight as they come, and besides, I was born into a Catholic family, where certain things are taught to be hidden even before you're aware of them. Paul was also Catholic and we attended the same church. I was an altar boy, so we knew each other since we were kids. During mass, our eyes would meet, I caught him when he was distracted or about to fall asleep, so when he looked back, I smiled at him or pretended to admonish him, from my position as the incense bearer. So, seeing each other even outside of school, we got closer and closer, until we exchanged our first kiss in a cemetery, during our parish priest's funeral. From then on, we were a steady couple for the rest of high school, without anyone knowing about us. It was very difficult, frustrating, yet beautiful. There were other gay couples happily out in the open and no one cared much. We hid mainly out of fear of the reaction of our Catholic and super-conservative families. But after seven years, it seemed absurd to keep lying, so we came out to our parents, result: we ran away to a new city on the opposite side of the country, without a family, without a home, and without a job. Not knowing what to do, we turned to the Church. We got an audience with the only Catholic priest in the area, we told him the whole truth and that we were desperate. He promised us he would take care of us. Oh, he did. That meeting was the beginning of our end. God, if you exist, have mercy on our souls, and give me the courage to tell the story of my poor Paul, and of Father John.
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Author's note: It's been awhile since I've posted a story... but I have been writing. This story is long (14 chapters and some of them fairly long themselves)... BUT it is mostly written. I'm just going back and doing proofreading / corrections/ adjustments on the later chapters... so the story should not be abandoned unfinished. The plan is to post one chapter a day (or so). Hope you enjoy. -
*based on my true story. Very early on I realised that I was a top with a dominant streak in bed, and sexually I wanted a total bottom fag boy, but I'm complicated, I like small lean boyish bodies, but not necessarily young, it's about attitude and I love body hair... When the trope is young hairless twink, add to that that I like slutty subby fag in the bedroom, and sweet average guy in the streets... And you're beginning to to see why I was still single at 45, the right mix of sexual chemistry, love and partnership just didn't seem to exist. Recently I'd come to terms with being single and was loving it, slowly building a group of regular sexy bottom boys who'd come around get puffed up, role play and spend the weekend getting fucked and bred by their daddy, and I loved it. The regulars would start to play out our fantasies and talk more openly about different role plays etc. One in particular a hot lean island boy, Patrick, older, but great bod and attitude, would get deeply into the idea of me owning him, and wanting to make his daddy happy, in between sessions there would be silence for weeks or even months, but when together it always started with puff, then ultimately intense hot sex and exploring fantasies. As we talked about different scenarios, public, parks, toilet hook ups etc I confessed I had a huge fantasy to have two bottom boys at once, one tucked under each arm, cuddled up on the bed each vying for my attention, my cock and who would be the lucky one to take my load. I thought nothing of it until one Friday afternoon when a text came in from him asking if I could get some puff and if I would like him to bring over his bottom friend and a verse guy for a foursome. I quickly said yes and arranged a time, meanwhile just because I was excited of course my normal supply of gear dried up, so had to search out more, thankfully I finally found some just after dark, but was still walking home from the pick up when the boy texted saying he was parking outside my apartment building. Stepping up, I quickly got to the car park and saw my boy paying for parking and went up to say hello, he smiled warmly, I hugged him being sure he could feel my significant package pressed against him, and quietly confirmed I had the supplies. We then turned and he introduced me to his friend, Dean, my cock twitched as I checked out this gorgeous young looking otter boy, I hugged him the same way and asked... Where the other guy was? Patrick said he was sorry but he had flaked, I said I wasn't worried but I did hope Dean was the other bottom, not the verse guy. Dean smiled and confirmed he was the bottom. We headed into the building, once in the lift with it's better lighting, I was busy checking out this sexy otter boy and he was checking me, and that was when he said it for the first time, "oh hi daddy" he said in obvious lust, having now been clearly able to see what I look like. At 45 I'd recently been working hard on myself, had lost weight, muscled up a bit and was looking pretty good for and older bearish white guy if I do say so myself. At 6'2" I was finally in a place of being confident and comfortable in my looks, as well as proud of my well kept salt and pepper beard, I also proudly wore tighter jeans that cupped and displayed my significant buldge prominently, because I loved catching guys checking it out as I walked down the street. Conscious not to alienate anyone I turned my attention to Patrick, complimenting him, cupping his bubble butt and asking "You boys ready to service daddy?" all the while silently being extremely excited to play with the new boy. The seconds felt like hours as the lift came to my floor and we headed down the hall to my apartment. Once inside I got the boys a beer each, playing up how daddy was letting his sons try it for the first time, then as they put they're stuff down and got situated, I sat on the couch, pulled out my pipe and loaded it up, taking the first decent hit, and asking them to join me. Patrick was fluffing around with his own pipe and gear, so it was Dean who eagerly joined me first, to my surprise, without hesitation he sat straight on my lap, straddling and facing me. "Hi Daddy" he whispered sexily as he gave me a first little kiss. I asked if he would like to try Daddies 'naughty' pipe, and made him promise never to tell mummy, as the role play kicked off. He agreed and I explained the best way to start out was to shot gun, I took a big lung full, went in close and blew the clouds into his mouth, transitioning into a passionate kiss as we passed it back and fourth. I then let him have one directly, being careful to explain it like it was the first time for my young son, and he proceeded to shotgun it back to me, his hands begining to explore my muscular chest as we made out. Coming up for air, I was keeping an eye on Patrick, who was still fluffing around, I've seen threesomes go wrong when two parties had better chemistry and accidentally left out the third, and I wanted my fantasy to come true, so was going to be sure Patrick was included. "Daddy, I feel so relaxed now" Dean said leaning into his role, "Daddy, do you like me rubbing your chest? Can I rub the rest of your body?" he asked sweetly, and I confirmed it was OK. Dean's hands explored all over me, and he complimented my body as my hands explored him, his back and settled on massaging his bubble butt. He hesitated before touching my packaged and looked at me as if to ask permission, which turned me on massively, and I confirmed it was OK for my son to be curious. When his hand touched my now rock hard 9" thick uncut rod bulging in my tight jeans he let out a moan so sexy in surprise and delight... He would later explain it was because he was worried I might have used a sock to stuff my buldge and when he confirmed it was real he was so thrilled. Patrick finally joined us and I moved Dean so each one was on either side of me. We sparked up our respective pipes and all began making out and shotgunning to each other, I was careful to insure both boys had equal attention, though already I was secretly favouring Dean. Soon enough the boys had my cock out and were taking turns stroking it, then sucking on it, at every stage there was something electric about Dean that had me starting to wish it was just he and I, one on one, but I wanted to see out my two boy fantasy, so kept intentionally keeping the balance. When it was finally clear that the next step was to fuck I decided to ask the boys who should get to ride my raw cock first. Dean confirmed it should be Patrick, because apparently in a previous threesome Patrick had missed out when the top focused on Dean and left him out. I moved us to the bed that I'd set up in the living room and lay back instructing Patrick to straddle facing me and sit on me while Dean got between my legs and closely watched as my lubed fat cock penetrated his tight hole. Like always, and like I loved about Patrick, he struggled to take my tool, but followed his daddies instructions not to pull off, to relax, and to take a little more, and keep repeating until I was all the way balls deep. At that moment I heard a sigh of lust as Dean exclaimed "wow" once Patrick sank fully onto my rod. Puffing another lung full Patrick then lent down and we made out, shot gunning as I began to thrust up into him, causing him to moan with involuntary pleasure. Before long he was riding and grinding loving my tool in his boy pussy, but managing to control himself enough to come to a stop, pulling off and saying it was Dean's turn. Instructing the boys to switch positions so Patrick could watch the penetration this time, Dean was soon in my lap, reaching back, taking my cock and lining it up with his hole, unlike his 'brother' who had left it up to me to line myself up, Dean left nothing to chance wanting me to know how much he wanted me in him. As he sat back and we became one for the first time, I again noticed the electricity, something was different, somehow he was tighter, yet more receptive, somehow even as he struggled to take my significant thickness I could tell there was no hesitation, he needed me in him, and with the last two inches still to go and Dean seemingly unable to take more, I couldn't control my animal side and I angrily, passionately and roughly thrust up, forcing the rest balls deep. Dean yelped in happy extacy and pain, Patrick may have moaned, but I can't remember, he was tuned out in this moment of taking my boy fully for the first time, and with overwhelming desire to thrust into him and own him, he rode like a champion as I bucked into him lustfully, dreaming of breeding him. I took control then, and swapped back to Patrick, being sure not to let my connection to Dean overshadow the threesome of my fantasy, I was soon trying each boy in every position and was making the plan to first cum inside Patrick to be sure he felt equal. As I was about to finish a round inside Dean and move back to Patrick with the intent of seeding his hot brown bubble butt, Patrick, with a noticeable look on his face announced he had lost the mojo of the moment and said he wanted to go home. I pulled out, sitting back up, instantly worried that both boys would leave and secretly relieved as I had a growing desire to inseminate Dean. Patrick asked Dean if he wanted to go too, and I felt an insane fear that he had not felt our connection, but he looked at me with lustfull eyes asking if he could stay. I was thrilled, saying he could stay all night if he wanted and asking if he had a way home in the morning, offering my services to give him a ride if needs be. As Patrick packed up and left it was clear that despite my best intentions he had become jealous, sensing my preference for Dean, and he left, looking a little dejected, which I was sorry for, but didn't really care because now I had the object of my true desire to myself. Within minutes I had moved Dean to my actual bedroom, somewhere I didn't take hook ups, and I had him on his back, his hot little hairy otter boy body writhing in pleasure as my fat raw cock stretched his hole, his legs on my shoulders and I passionately kissed more clouds into him. My body kept him from playing with his totally ignored tiny little cock, but that didn't matter, Dean was all about the pleasure he got from my cock penetrating him, he was a total bottom for me and wanted for nothing more. His eyes rolled back as his body shuddered when I asked if he wanted me to breed him, "yes sir, yes please, please inseminate me, make me yours" he pleaded with begging eyes staring into mine, and it was enough to send me over the edge, the animal taking control, almost violently forcing myself deeper than ever before, pinning him down, angrily, primaly and with no escape for him, I began to unleash the biggest load of my life, rope after rope shot deep inside, letting out loud nasty growls as my body spasmed, continuing to shoot and pulse longer than I ever remember before, "take it all boy, good bitch, take daddies seed, squeeze tight, don't let it leak, show respect, hold it in you, yeah, feel it, does that feel good?" Only then as I asked that question did I look into his eyes seeing that his body too was spasming and the best he could manage was to nodd affirmatively as his little cock shot a load between us. Finally as we each began to regain composure Dean wrapped his legs around me, physically holding as he begged me not to pull out, blissfully pleading about how much he loved my cock in him and how it had never felt that way before. My head desired to keep going, but the shear intensity of the orgasm had temporarily drained everything from me, it was like my body had decided that this wasn't just a fuck, it was a transfer of my essence to this worthy receptical and now I needed to know how he felt. "I'm going to pull out boy, I need a rest after that amazing orgasm, you squeeze tight, don't let my seed leak out, show it respect". He gladly did as he was told, somehow what I said seemed to make total sense to him and be completely natural, then as I lay back to catch my breath he, without prompt, went straight down to suck my cock clean saying "can't waste any of my daddies precious seed". I was thrilled, this boy somehow naturally knows my rules and kinks, there are only two acceptable places for my load, up his ass and down his throat, pulling out should be considered a punishment, and he should gladly carry my seed in him publicly, seeming normal in the street, but my seed reminding him he is my toy and that making him smile and be proud. Once clean he snuggled into my side, instinctively knowing to stay lower, tucked under my arm, slowly stroking my cock, resting his head on my chest quietly as we recovered and finally breaking the silence with "Daddy, that was mind blowing, did you enjoy it too?" I snuggled back kissing his head, stroking his body, and confirming that yes it was possibly the biggest load I've ever shot in a boy and that I loved every second of it. I confirmed he was OK with how rough it got in the end and he answered how much he liked it, that infact I could go harder, choking and spanking or even bondage if I liked. He then told me that he had never in his life cum from being fucked alone before, he had always had to jerk off, that I had made something happen that he thought was a myth. We continued to chat about our sexual kinks and desires, discovering in every way we were like positive and negative, yin and yang for our desires, until after a moments silence he asked me, "what are you looking for Daddy? Just a hook up, a regular fun time, or a boy to own"? I confirmed I was open to it all but my true desire was to find a boy to own, who in streets and in front of family is my sweet sexy boyfriend that I might even marry one day, but who in private was my sex toy faggot play thing, that kissed my mother hello with lips that only moments before had been sucking my cock and swallowing my load, a boy who went to work with my fesh load held deep in his hole and he clenched to hold it in as he went about his duties, a boy who would be over the moon to find a little pottle of my semen included in his lunch box, who would worship my cock like his God, and would get his pleasure not from his own little cock, but from mine penetrating his horny boy hole, and receiving my seed. A boy whose biggest problem would be that he loves me fucking him and doesn't want me to stop, but he also physically craves my semen in him. A boy who would only play with other men if he had my permission and I was there, who would then reconfirm his preference for me over the other top by disrespecting his semen and pushing it out or spitting it out... Who considered condoms heresy, only there for him to beg permission to remove, or to damage so they would definitely break inside. As I spoke he cuddled in, moaning, loving it and soon after I finished he said "how do you know me so well? None of that seems like rules, it seems natural and perfect... Do you think I could apply to be your boy? What would I need to do?" "if you want to give yourself fully to me, the first step is to take my load in your ass, hold it there without spilling, then on the same night suck my cock until I cum in your mouth and hold as much in your mouth as you can, swallowing a little if you must, then showing me and waiting on instructions... But be warned it is hard to make me cum through head alone, you'd need to work very hard and no boy has succeeded without me having to jack off. If you pass that test there is more, but we can talk if you get that far". "would you like me to be your boy sir?" he asked, needing the reassurance of his possible alpha daddy. "Fuck yes!" I confirmed emphatically, "so far you are my dream boy, physically and emotionally". With that a look of determination came across his face and before I knew it, my hands where above my head, and he was between my legs sucking my still hard cock like his life depended on it. It wasn't easy, he required some encouragement and instruction, and I had to hold my hands above my head physically in order to stop from the edging he was giving me making me take over. I wanted this boy to succeed like no other, I wasn't going to take control and ruin his chances. And to his credit he kept going, changing positions, trying different rhythms and styles, deep throating, gagging, changing angles, until about an hour in he found the magical rhythm angle and depth, and he redoubled his efforts sucking like a starving child working for a life saving meal, and I was moaning louder and louder, my neighbours must have heard, and then to my massive relief and happy surprise I did what I rarely ever have done before, I shot my load, purely due to the lips, mouth and tongue that currently worked my rod. Dean took it all in his mouth, I felt him take a couple of swallows but no semen leaked from his lips, even as I shot another massive load, one that frankly surprised even me, how could there be this much in my balls after the load I shot in his ass not long ago? Once finally done and I regained my composure I usher Dean up, and told him to open his mouth and show me my seed, there it was coating his tongue. "now close your mouth and swirl it around, make sure you fully taste and enjoy it all" he moaned showing genuine enjoyment as he did as he was told until I instructed him to swallow. "did that taste good?" I asked already knowing the answer but wanting to hear it. "Yes Daddy, it was delicious. Daddy can I tell you something? You might think badly of me, but I've sucked and swallowed lots of cocks and cum in my life, and I'm not bullshitting when I say, yours tastes the best feels the best, and your cum might be my new favourite food" he blushed a little. "You know what boy, daddies had lots of experience too, and I'm already forgetting them because you are so much better. If you're telling the truth to me then you are my dream boy and love". Dean snuggled in, confirming that yes it was the truth, going to some detail about how good my seed was, about how he can feel it in his tummy and his ass still, how it seems like it is taking over his body now and almost chemically owning him. I confirmed that was my intent, and after making out a little more, I picked up the pipe again, as I breathed in the clouds I realised, not once had my boy left my cock unattended, I'd never had to remind him, to stroke it or suck it, he naturally knew he should be of service to it, and I leant in, shotgunning and making out deeply with him. "I'm glad you stayed and don't have to rush away" I confirmed in between puffs and kisses, "you've got me rock hard again... Can that sweet boy hole take some more pounding?" "yes daddy, please, is this part of becoming your boy daddy?" "no son, this is purely for lust and passion, I'll tell you about next steps after". And before I knew it I was balls deep raw in his hot tight hole again, again it both resisted and hurt but somehow was also accepting and welcoming, as I got balls deep I noticed any plain was also gone and replaced with pleasure as soon as I bottomed out. Something he later said that was also unique to me. This time we fucked in a more loving passionate and connected way, near the end it got rougher as I bred him, which he loved, but the fuck itself was long, deep and focused on being as one, as intensely as possible. As he sucked me clean, my third load now settling deep in his sweet boy pussy, I found myself hoping this was real and not just another hot hook up forgotten in the new day... And to my surprise my boy was thinking the same way. "it's morning daddy, I have to go home soon, but I mean it sir, I want to be yours, see where this goes and devote myself to you, my mouth and ass already desire more of your cock and seed. What do i do next to be your property?" With that I explained that he should go home, live his life for a week, be a slut, get as much cock and cum as he can, and I will get as much ass as I can, then in the cold sober light of Friday, if we still want each other I will invite you back for a night making love without puff to be sure this is not just a drug fantasy. And if all of that goes well, then you will be my boy. I explained, this was a test to be sure our connection was special, that no other man could satisfy him like me and no other boy could satisfy me. I told him I hate games, I like honesty, and to please stay in touch, communicate lots about everything during the week, even if it is not what we hope, I would rather not be left wondering. He agreed, and after I offered him a shower but he said he didn't want to wash my smell off him, we got ready and I drove him home, now knowing where my toy lived. The following week went by quickly, my boy delighting me by keeping in constant touch on whatsapp, both of us expressing our desire for more of the other, then going off with other people to see if it saciated the desire... And it never did, took the edge off a little for a short time yes, like a drug addict getting an inferior substitute, but the cravings continued until 6pm Friday night, I stood outside my apartment building, a huge smile across my face as I got instantly hard seeing my boy walking up the street returning to me, rushing, with no patience left as he waited to cross the busy street and fall into my arms for a deep close passionate kiss and cuddle. The drivers looking at us melted away as I rushed him inside, and quickly desperately got naked and got inside him again. Making passionate connecting love, drug free, all evening and again when we woke in the morning. He blew off his plans for the weekend and coming week, and we have been together ever since... Puffing, role playing, living out fantasies. But it would take a year before I would reveal my last secret to him, we'd said we were on prep, but not discussed status, and my connection with him had been so intense and so overwhelming straight away, that l had kept from him that I am HIV positive, undetectable. But how he found that out is a whole other story... Tbc?
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Written along with @swimslut. Both of us will be adding to the story. Chapter 1 - Setup My name is Ryan. I am 21 years old and just finished my second year of college. Now I’m back home for the summer, with my parents and 18 y/o brother Braden. Little bro is cute, with bright blue eyes and shaggy brown hair. We never explored sex together until.... Living in the city during college exposed me to A LOT of new things. I the freedom to hook up with anyone at any time, and had access to all kinds of porn (unrestricted by my parents’ content filter). One of favorite fuckbuds is a 27 y/o short-haul trucker named Marc. He works out of the city where my college is located, and his job brings him to my hometown about twice per month. About a week after I moved back home, Marc told me he was in my area. I invited him over. Braden’s swim practice was scheduled until late and my parents were going to a reception after work. It was a perfect opportunity for a sleazy hookup. I had downloaded LOTS of videos while I was at school, free from my parents’ restrictions. So I stripped naked, put on a sketchy gangbang video, and started stroking my 7-inch dick. I was so focused on the video that I didn’t hear the front door open. Apparently, Braden’s swim practice was interrupted by a power outage and they sent everybody home. I didn’t hear him walk upstairs or watch me jerking off through the open door. I had no idea he was there, until he threw his t-shirt on my bed. The sudden motion startles me out of the corner of my eye. I spun around to see him dropping his pants, leaving only his speedo from swim practice. His entire body is smooth, as is typical for swimmers. A bulge seems to get larger and larger each second. Me – HOLY FUCK bro. How long were you standing there? Braden – Long enough. Me – I was just.... Um….. Braden – Just um what? Me – Dude, you gotta go..... I have a friend coming over, and, uh...... You gotta go. Just Go. Braden – Why? Is this what you do before your friends come over? My gaze is so fixated on his bulge that I don’t notice him smirk back at me. I hesitate. Me – I was just trying to relax. Braden – You relaxing has got me all horned up! Who this friend you have coming over? Do I know him? Me – Don't ask so many questions! ...... Actually..... Fuck it. Bro, take your speedo off and come here. As my slick-shaven little brother walks toward me, I pump a wad of lube into my hand. I grab him by the dick, line up behind him, and begin to stroke him while we watch the porn together. Part of me is jealous because his dick is about 2 inches longer than mine. Braden is raging hard and leaking precum. He’s either really enjoying the gangbang vid, or really enjoying me stroking his cock. Hopefully both. I lube up my other hand, and start prodding at the entrance to his hole. He lets out a soft moan. I insert my index finger, and he opens up much too easily. So I go for two, then three. Me – Seems like the rumors I’ve heard about you are true. You really are the swim team slut. Braden – That’s how I got started, but that’s not the half of it. I bet you haven’t heard about everything. Since Braden is so loose and apparently so experienced, I decide to slide my cock in him. I bend him over slightly and get just past the cockhead when the doorbell rings. Me – Fuck! Marc is here. I slide my dick out, turn around, and put on some loose gym shorts. I didn't bother wasting time for a shirt. With my hardon popping out of my waistband, I order Braden to stay while I get the door. When I open the front door, my hardon is so obvious that Marc immediately laughs. He walks in, takes off his shoes, and we both head up the staircase. Marc – Looks like you're excited to see me *e slaps my dick through the shorts* Me – Yeah, uh..... Just so you know, there's someone else here. My little brother came home early from swim practice. Narc – No problem. So we just gotta be quiet? Me – Uh, no.... Actually, it’s the opposite..... Marc – Huh? Me – I always heard rumors from some guys at our school that my brother Braden is a major cockwhore. I discovered a few minutes ago that it was true. If it’s okay with you, it will be all three of us? Marc – *laughs again* Your own brother, huh? A pair of fags. Me – We can both fuck him, but make sure I am the one who get your load. You know why I want it. Marc – Yeah, no shit. We arrived at the open doorway, take one look at Braden, and step inside.
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This is my first story ever. I hope it turns you all on. It turned me on to write it and I look forward to adding on to it. MAC MEN By Randy Rawman I had been single exactly one month when my Powerbook died. I skipped the Apple store and went to a Mac Dealer in my neighborhood called MacMen. I’ve long thought that the guys at the Genius Bar are the unsung sex symbols of the new millennium, lanky bespectacled nerds with hard lean bodies and sexy tattoos under their royal blue T shirts with just a few clicks of their magic fingers and fix whatever’s ailing you and make everything okay. Yes, Apple geeks are dorky sexy. Angel’s just plain sexy. When I first laid eyes on him, I had come straight from the gym and was wearing my favorite ass-hugging red Umbro shorts and a gray Underarmour tank that caressed my pecs and shoulders and made me feel like a super hero. As Angel entered all my information into the stores computer, I took the opportunity to give him the once over. I couldn’t quite put my finger on his enthicity. There’s some Latin in there, a little Asian, maybe, definitely some black. Whatever it was, he was fucking hot. When I showed pick up my fixed computer a few days later, I was wearing the same shorts with a vintage Adidas nylon tank. Again, I had come fresh from the gym. I stayed extra long because I wanted to get a pump going in case Angel was working. Sure enough, it was him. “Hey Gym boy,” he says, even though I’m probably a few years older than him. “Here’s what we did.” He then proceeds to explain exactly what was wrong with my Mac and what they did to fix it. I could barely focus because his voice was so sexy (Where the fuck is he from?) and also because the way he was leaning on the counter, I can see his denim clad ass in the mirror behind him. While we’re waiting for my credit card to be approved, I consider asking Angel to coffee or something but can’t get up the nerve to say anything. He’s too fucking hot for me anyway. I thank him then head outside to my car. I load my computer into my trunk and when I slam the trunk lid, I see Angel walking toward me with a cocky smile. “Did I forget something?” I ask. “No,” he says. He walks the last few steps to face me before speaking again, this time in a much more hushed tone. “I wanted to catch you because I wanted to invite you to something, a party next month.” What? I was hoping that somehow our paths would cross again, but this I didn’t see coming. “A party?” I repeated. “Like a customer appreciation kind of thing?” Angel laughs. “No, it’s a private party,” he says. I shoot him a confused look. “Look, I fixed your computer,” he says, taking a step toward he and putting his arm on my bare shoulder, his volume lowering to just above a whisper. “I know what kind of dirty stories you read, what blogs you visit, what movies you download.” “I think that’s called invasion of privacy,” I say. “I think we share a common hobby,” he says. I don’t know whether to feel completely violated or totally turned on. “And what’s that?” I ask. He gives my shoulder a squeeze. “Breeding and getting bred,” he says, looking me dead in the eyes. This practically knocks the wind out of me. Just then, a mother walks by with two toddlers, totally unaware that helpful computer dork just called me out on my dirtiest little secret and that we were in the processing of bonding over one common interest; loads in asses. “Look, I gotta get back in there,” he says, handing me a postcard. “If I’m right about what you need, call the number on the bottom of that card.” He’s fucking me with his eyes now. “If I’m wrong, keep living in fantasy land and I’ll see you next time your laptop crashes from all the raw fucking you keep downloading.” It’s not until I get back in my car, that I realize my dick is rock hard and leaking in my shorts. I take a breath and read the postcard. If it was going to be an invitation to some kind of sex party, I expected it to be mysterious and vague. That wasn’t Angel’s style. BREEDHOUSE LA PRESENTS… SHUDDER Join LA’s hottest sex-studs for marathon night of load-swapping sperm-soaked fucking. JULY 24, 2013 THE RULES ARE SIMPLE: NO CONDOMS & NO PULLING OUT. NO LOADS WASTED. IF IT DOESN’T GO UP YOUR ASS, YOU BETTER FUCKING DRINK IT. The artwork is a cartoon of a blond muscle stud being fucked by a darker muscle stud who looks a lot like Angel while a group of other studs watch and wait their turn. Both fuckers are shuddering, heads thrown back in nut-draining ecstasy as the blond begs, “Breed me, fucker. Flood my ass,” and the Latino says simply: “Take. My. Cum. Uuunnnnnnnngh.” In the corner, written in ropy white letters is the artist’s signature; Angel S. Even his signature is made of cum. He’s a man of many talents. Am I brave enough to explore his other ones? It takes me two days to call him. I expect to get voicemail. I don’t. “Hello,” he says. Oh shit, do I hang up or do I talk? “Angel, this is Randy,” I say, my voice quivering. “You fixed my computer.” “I know who you are,” he says. “I was just thinking about your ass in those red shorts and how much I’d like to fill it.” I always thought my ass looked good in those shorts. Nice to have some confirmation. “How many times did you almost call me and then pussy out?” “None,” I lie. “Okay, four.” He scoffs. “Seven,” I say finally. “So I was right about you?” he says cockily. “Yes and no,” I say, fumbling the words as I try to explain myself. “I’m turned on by all that stuff, so turned on I can’t see straight, but in real life, I haven’t really explored that side of myself. Up until a month ago, I was in a monogamous relationship for ten years with a guy who didn’t like fucking. He was just into oral.” “Did Mr. Blowjob know what was on your computer?” he asks. “He didn’t want to know,” I say. “I haven’t been with anyone else in ten years.” “God, I bet you’re so fucking tight,” he says. I don’t know what to say to that. I’m saved from my awkwardness when I hear a doorbell ring on his end of the phone. “Look Randy,” he says, “I want to talk to you more, I really do, but I got a couple from Silverlake coming over here, a blond and a Latino…and the Latino’s going to breed me while I fill the blond with my four-day load. So I can’t talk. Have you thought about the party?” “It’s all I’ve thought about…but I’m not sure—“ “Check your email in tonight,” he says. “I got a proposition for you.” “You need my email address?” “I got it.” “What’s this proposition?” I say. “Just tell me.” The truth is, I just want to keep him on the phone. His voice makes me throb. “I can’t talk now, my buddies just parked…oh shit, they brought the leather, this is going to be so fucking hot, Randy. Fuck.” “Can I watch?” I say, jokingly. Angel laughs. “Hey, wait. Maybe you can,” he says. “You got Skype?” Fifteen minutes later, I’m matching a red-hot threeway unfold somewhere in the Hollywood Hills. Angel hasn’t told other two studs know he’s Skyping, but he’s positioned his computer with a nice view of the room. It’s his bedroom-slash fuck-den, complete with black leather covered bed and mirrors all around, and he’s making sure to be real vocal for me. “That’s it, Oscar,” he says when the Latino in chaps and a harness places his fat cockhead at his hot tight pucker. “Just drive it in. Uuuunnnnngh fuck! Don’t move for a second, let me get used to it.” “Okay, that’s a second,” says Oscar, with an evil smile. “I gotta fuck now.” He starts driving his cock in and out of Angel’s hot hole, withdrawing till just the head is inside and then slamming forward smashing Angel forward causing him to grind his hard cock into the bed. “Let me get on my knees, Oscar,” insists Angel. “This grinding is going to make me shoot and I don’t want to cum on the bed.” “That’s right,” says the blond, Ron, who’s in a leather vest and Nasty Pig jockstrap. “What’s the rule?” All three of them say it at once. “No wasted loads.” Angel looks right into the lens when he says that. And then he laughs. I know what he’s doing. He wants that to be my rule, too. He’s going to insist I live by it, too, or he doesn’t even want to fucking know me. No wasted loads. I can imagine him making me recite a manifesto, something like, “If there’s a cock in the room I’m in that isn’t mine, and it’s shooting a load, it’s going in me. It’s going down my throat or better yet—way better yet—up my hot ass. That’s what I was made for.” “And what else?” I imagine him asking. “And if my cock’s shooting its load, it’s going in an ass or a mouth, even if it has to be my own.” As I daydream about this, I make a promise to myself right then that from now on, even when I jack off, I eat the load. No wasted loads. “Oh fuck, I’m getting close and I don’t want to blast yet,” says Oscar. He pulls his drooling 9-inch breeding stick out of Angel’s ass, flips him around and shoves it down his throat. In the same flurry of moment, Ron, who’s 8 inches with fat mushroom head, goes balls deep into Angel in one smooth stroke. The whole switch happened so fast. There was maybe one split second when Angel when he wasn’t impaled on cock. “Fuck, your cock is amazing, Ron,” says Angel. “I can feel that fat head hitting my prostate.” “I want to drench it,” promises Ron. “But not yet.” When Ron pulls out, Angel’s hot fuckhole catches the light. Angel’s ass is already dripping with pre-cum. “I need your cock up my hole, Angel.” “This cock?” teases Angel, poking the head in and out of Ron’s tight pucker. “Is this the cock you want?” “That’s the one,” says Ron. “This cock with the four-day load in it?” says Angel. Ron throws his head back when he hears that news and groans. “Yes,” he says, like a man possessed. Angel’s rock hard 8-inch fuckstick plunges deep into Ron’s ass and he whimpers with pleasure and moans, “Yes, yes, yes, fuck me. Fuck me so deep. God, I need your cock.” "What else do you need?” asks Angel. “I need your fuckload,” says Ron. “I need you to flood my asshole. I need to you breed me.” “Get ready, fucker,” says Angel. “I’m about to reach the point of no return.” What Angel can’t see because of where he’s positioned, but what I can is Oscar priming his dick to go back in Angel’s hole. And it’s not going to come out until it’s drenched those asswalls with DN fucking A. This man, Angle. This man who looked deep into my harddrive and later my eyes, and could see that I had a need, a deep need, that I didn’t have the balls to explore. He’s going to change that. He’s going to break me in and introduce me to the Breeding Brotherhood and in case I think for one second that he’s all talk when it comes to bareback breeding, he’s going to breed one muscle stud on cam for me too see while another muscle stud coats his ass-walls with his creamy white load. And it’s going to happen right fucking now. “Oh fuck, I’m cumming, Ron,” Angel pants, just as Oscar jabs his shiny hot prick back into Angel’s puckerhole. “Oh fuck, Oscar! I was hoping you’d do that. Damn, that fuckstick is going to fuck the cum out of me and right into this fucker’s ass.” “Then do it, dude,” grunts Oscar. “Because I’m breeding you right…..NOW. Ungh…ungh…ungh…ungh…” Oscar keeps grunting with every jet of stud spunk that jets from his cock. “I can feel every squirt,” gasps Angel. “Damn, you’re still shooting.” “You’re pulling it out of me,” says Oscar. “I need cum!” Ron shouts. “Give me that four day load, Angel!” “You want it?” Angel asks. “I need it,” says Ron. “Here…it…CUMMMMS!” bellows Angel while grabbing Ron’s face and pulling him to be eye to eye. “Aaaah…aaagh…take my…cum….I’m…breeding… your….hot….fucking ….hole.” Angel arches back and is about to collapse on Ron with Oscar coming down on both of them, when suddenly Ron, stroking his hot fuckstick, says, “I’m cumming, too, guys. I wanted to breed but I’m fucking cumming. Who’s gonna drink it?” Angel and Oscar knock heads trying to dive onto Ron’s spurting cock but Angel gets their first. Angel takes jet after jet of thick cum, saying, “Mmmm,” with every spurt. After a bit, he pulls off and lets Oscar take over on Ron’s cum-soaked cock. While Oscar milks the last few drops from Ron’s delicious cockhead, Ron throws his head back, closes his eyes and tries to catch his breath. Since both his fuckbuds have their eyes closes, Angel can get away with looking right into the camera. He stares right into my soul and smiles. He heart, which has already been pounding out of my chest, nearly stops when he opens his mouth. He didn’t swallow yet. He opens wide and shows me the huge load Ron shot into him. He looks back into my eyes, swirls it around in his mouth, then points to me and then to the leather bed as if to say, “You’re next, fucker.” Then he swallows. I cum in my shorts without touching myself. TO BE CONTINUED. .
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I know everyone here has their fantasies. Lord knows I've got more than I can type about. In my case most of the fantasies translate into situations I would most likely not not attempt by any means to fulfill because I would be afraid to either deal with the consequences or the "Oh shit, what did I get myself into?" situation. I'm curious about this line of fantasy. I have my acting as a willing cum-dump fantasy. I have another where I allow someone to secure me to some sort of bondage fixture and they whore me out for a complete weekend to anyone with a dick. I'm curious to hear about the dark fantasies that you might harbor but would never or likely never go through with. The sort of fantasies that if there was a do over, or you don't have to actually suffer the consequences of, that you might set up. Mods, if I've posted this in the wrong forum, please move it and let me know. -
*Authors' note 1: first story attempt failed, but a failure is often an opportunity to do better. We have not planned how many chapters it has, but we'll keep on writing till we enjoy it. And of course if it will not offend or harm anyone. *Authors note 2: PozWorld is reversed. "Ordinary" condition is poz, while neg status is not socially accepted at all. ----- Part 1: machines don't keep secrets! -Hunter: "Hey my little Chaser! Don't make me waste another poz load!" An artificial voice was reading a weird message aloud waking me suddenly up, alone in my bed. Where on Earth was my boyfriend? Damn, I absolutely had to get rid of this inexplicable jealousy. His phone was not on the charger so it was clear he carried it with him, that voice could only be a bad dream! Ian could just have gone to catch an earlier bus without disturbing me during sleep, that spoken message was surely coming from my fantasy. Hearing a machine speak may seem strange but when you regularly meet a blind person and become close enough, you don't even notice it any longer. On the other side though I was always concerned for his privacy so I didn't chat about sex with him, in case personal messages could be loudly spoken at inappropriate times. He has known I'm undetectable since we started to date but from that moment, HIV has no longer been a conversation subject. Barebacking was safe for us, no reason to worry about it. We had another trouble instead, our sex life had become monotonous. If I only had guts to face this situation! "We have to talk", and then? Let's open our couple, or let's go separate ways? I was scared at the idea of him thinking I looked for other sex encounters because I rejected his blindness. Nothing of this, I am just a man with his needs! He also expressed a desire to live together sooner or later, but I knew it couldn't last long in this way. We have to talk, this formula had to be spoken aloud, hopefully as soon as possible because cheating almost became an urge for me. I prepared myself a coffee to drink my concerns away, when I heard another beep and the artificial voice spoke again: "You're missing a great opportunity man, don't waste this gift and talk to him asap!" I smiled at myself and at a waist bag hanging from a chair in the kitchen, a silly machine hidden in there was revealing my boy's secret side. "It may be a friend's bag", I told myself and took the courage to call him. Phew! The phone rang and that mysterious bag stayed silent! "It's truly not his stuff or my business", I thought waiting for an answer with the phone on my ear. "Hey, Hunter", Ian's voice finally spoke. "I was thinking of you, and here you are!" "I called because I found your waist bag", I told him. "You left it here in the kitchen! One day you may forget your head too." "Oh, thanks honey, I thought I lost it in the bus! At least it's in a safe place." "Safe hands and ears", I had a malicious grin on my face. "Don't use public transport tonight, after you finish your work day I'll come and pick you up. We have... We have to talk!" He sent me a kiss and hung up, while the annoying robot continued to speak so I grabbed Ian's bag, exploring it inside: a phone was there, together with his wallet and some wipes. Thankfully no pass code had been set on the phone so it opened only by pressing a button, I was too curious to verify how many kinks my boyfriend really had! I turned talking assistant off and it took a couple gestures for me to retrieve his conversation with a certain PozCop, which I read entirely; it was obvious they had been sexting for a long time and I decided to play along. Let's figure out where it goes, a chat won't harm anyone! -- BlindChaser: Hi, I finally talked to him. PozCop: What? Are you serious? BlindChaser: Yeah, in the beginning it was embarrassing but that conversion set us free. BlindChaser: *CONVERSATION, I wanted to say conversation, sorry. Fucking autocomplete! PozCop: LOL! Yeah, I got it. PozCop: You see, I was right! I know him like the back of my pocket, you have nothing to be scared about him. So, did he react as I expect? -- What the fuck! Ian and the stranger were planning something behind my back and that nickname seemed familiar to me! How could the world be so small! "I am getting hard only to imagine myself pozzing my bf", I typed; but before sending, I remembered my role play and answered trying to talk in Ian's shoes. -- BlindChaser: His first reaction was horrified and we had an argue but his body told another story. He was clearly turned on, even if he would never admit it! PozCop: Why does this guy always play a fucking good man role! Trust me, deep inside he's a pig like you. BlindChaser: I agree. He made me suck him, keeping my head in place till he came deep into my throat. PozCop: Oh, poor chaser! Another blank load! I think you need a fully charged one. BlindChaser: Fuck yeah! I can't wait! PozCop: I take this as a written consent. So, let's go for it! See you tomorrow in that place you know. -- Fuck, this was no fantasy: in a few hours my guy was going to get pozzed! I had to find out more details and make him change his mind, whatever it took. With Ian's phone in my hand I accessed PozCop's contact determined to block him forever, when I felt an intense pain coming from my fingers and someone talking but this time it was not a machine! "You wanted me into your body, man!" the voice said. "Let your guy take the same journey, both your lives belong to me!" This voice seemed real but no one was around, for sure. Maybe I started to be paranoid, or it was because I willingly became positive but till now I never considered gifting as an option; I couldn't close my eyes to my boy's desires though, if he seriously wanted HIV I had to be certain I was his gifter. I remained with my thumb moving up and down on the touch screen, conflicted, till I took my final decision: I cleared only my latest messages from the whole chat, turned screen reader back on and placed the phone where I found it, ready to give it back to its owner; let's discover who that PozCop really was! I spent the whole day with my mind suggesting me to give him the bag and return to everyday life, but the mysterious voice soon overcame my rational thinking: "You were born to be a gifter, accept your destiny otherwise you'll lose all my benefits forever!" Oh damn! Who spoke to me and which benefits was they talking about? Last time I went for usual HIV check up, my doctor told me I was part of an experiment by taking meds he prescribed me, but I almost forgot it: treatment suppressed my viral load, I had no side effects, it meant all was correctly working. Or this mysterious voice I hear is caused by meds? Such an opportunity to give up with them, I thought at myself. After his work day was over, Ian was waiting for me outside his office as expected and as I greeted him he kissed me: "thanks my love, you saved me!" He explored my whole body with his hands, and panicked: "my bag, Hunter! Where the fuck is it?" "One is here and it's full", I told him guiding his hand on my semi-hard member. "The other is in my car!" "I'm glad to you, thanks for keeping it safe." "True, but your machines talk much more than a person does. And if you forget them turned on, they're not able to keep secrets."
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*AUTHOR NOTE*: inspiration comes from a real event but the development is pure fantasy; it's a one-time story, no second episodes are planned. *AUTHOR NOTE 2*: yeah, I fantasize about pozzing some of those sermonizers, but I'll never do it - first of all because they do not deserve any attention both from me and HIV! My virus is too smart to accept such an offense; but at least I can write a story about this... If someone feels insulted, well, I consider it a coming out as keyboard warrior and they already know my answer. --- He appeared showing a lion as avatar and I considered him an Internet user like any other; his name was a series of letters and numbers with apparently no meaning, nothing that could wake up my interest in knowing him further. Till he mentioned me in a forum post I replied to; I explained how gifting turns me on, despite I would never do it for real: "Let me ask", he quoted me. "If you really don't approve spreading HIV intentionally, why are you turned on by stories about it?" Maybe he felt disturbed by my profile, where I openly talk about my gifting fantasies; he didn't give a damn about the fact I was undetectable and could harm no one, even poz talking with complete strangers. He was too concentrated in sermonizing me and continued like that for the following week, with no answer from me. My plan was to exclude him with the "block/ignore" feature but it suddenly changed as soon as he came up with a private message: "You're a keyboard warrior! As far as I can guess, you're not poz! I don't believe it! Prove it to me!" That was an offense to my pride: me, a keyboard warrior? I could immediately send him my HIV test results in real time buying a self-test and recording it on video. "I won't descend to your level", I told myself and let it go without even looking at his profile. "Prove your poz status", the guy insisted every time he saw me on line; "any way you want!" ANY WAY? Fuck, I was getting hard just at the idea of having him on his back, feet over my shoulder, with my raw poz dick buried in him; without even knowing how he looked like or how his voice was. Just the challenging tone of his written words made me think it was time to teach him a lesson! HIV does not care about a person's physical appearance, why should I? But curiosity hit me: his profile was actually interesting! He claimed to be submissive, loved to be used and abused, in several profile parts he specified to be STD free and looking for "safe" people to be fucked by. Sexting welcome. I used the same approach I have for other contacts I sext with, reading his oldest posts I had quite a perfect idea of what buttons to push to turn him on; in a few days of messaging back and forth, he was virtually mine! I skipped on purpose the poz matter as my plan was taking shape: I had to conquest him during a meds holiday! I took my time, easy and daily sexting till I felt his complete submission. "Next week I'll be there", I announced surprising him. "You challenged me and I accepted it!" "Don't know what you're talking about", was his reply; a further demonstration of his inclination: he was a keyboard warrior! A sex hungry one though, as he gave me his address even without knowing how I looked like too. The week passed and I had scheduled an entire week-end out of town. We exchanged numbers but I did never get a call from him, just texts! I also had some doubts in the meantime: what if he texts because he can't talk or hear, if he's deaf and I poz him without knowledge? He could also be on PrEP, we purposely avoided such topics in plenty of time, sex was the only thing that mattered. "Door unlocked", I texted; "I'm there in 30 minutes. Get ready, naked and clean! Surprise 4 u!" "waiting 4 u, clean OK" he messaged me back. Damn, it was really hard to find a parking place near by, but a short walk was worth it; 20 minutes instead of 10, then finally I found an unlocked door as he described. The house seemed empty so, without knowing his name, I shouted: "where's my lion? Poz talk author is here!" No voice came from anywhere but in the end I reached a small bedroom... with actually a young guy sitting naked on a chair. Headphone over his head, a joystick in hands and a war game on the screen in front of him. What the fuck, which trouble was I getting into! My temptation was to turn around and leave, but rationality hit me: if I accuse this guy to be a keyboard warrior I can't behave as such! His appearance though, was not the experienced, sexually active man he claimed to be in messages! "Sir", I heard his shy voice as soon as I gently touched his arm to get his attention. "Is it... is it you? I did not expect you to show up for real!" I positioned my hands on his naked shoulders and tried to massage him; seduction takes time and this one needs patience and trust from me. "You said 30 minutes, it took an hour! I thought you were a..." "Keyboard warrior?" I interrupted him and gestured him towards the bed: "get your ass in there, I have no time for videogame addicted!" He obeyed and was laying on the bed, on his back; I sat next to him with a bag in my hands, staying there without taking my clothes off. He nodded when I asked if he was 18, "will turn 19 in a couple weeks", he smiled proudly. In time for the gift, I thought to myself but didn't say a word. "Finger fuck me", he was begging. His dick becoming hard while looking at me and my bag. "What do you have in there, sir?" Without answering I sucked and rimmed him for a while, his hole relaxing every time my tongue went in deeper. Damn, he was moaning like a bitch in heat! "Fuck... fuck me", he moaned softly. "Please sir, fuck me..." My smile became soon a mischievous grin: "first day we met you asked me a question. To show you my HIV status. Here I am! Now, if you want me to fuck you, we'll perform these HIV tests together and fuck while waiting for the result. Are you game?" His voice didn't speak, but I saw his body sweating and his dick starting to leak precum; it was obvious what he wanted! We set a timer on my phone and left our waiting tests on his nightstand, it was matter of some minutes. I unzipped my pants and, without even wasting time to strip, I inserted my raw dick in him. "OUCH", he whimpered, but without even caring I was slowly and firmly thrusting into him; fuck, he was tight! I felt his tender insides tearing, his blood and my poz precum acting as lube for his probably virgin hole. "Almost there", I grinned pounding him hard, till I was balls deep. Meanwhile the timer was continuing going down and as soon as it showed one minute, I picked up my rhythm. "Almost there", I repeated staring at the tests. "Look at these results and tell me what you want!" Finally the timer rang; one, two, three times, I wanted to breed him instantly but the sound disturbed this moment so I stopped it; responses were now visible, with two and one line! "Oh, no", he started to cry; "You're really poz and I'm not on PrEP... Please pull out!" "Undetectable", I whispered in his ear, looking into his eyes. "You wanted a safe guy, and here I am! Ready for load number two?" He panicked, but I kept him in place with my strong hands; my phone still on its stand, pointing directly to his face. "Tell me what you want, fucking keyboard warrior! Look into my eyes and tell me you want me to stop!" I enjoyed his warm ass walls around my shaft, knowing I could not last longer; my virus happy to have finally found a worthy host. "Please, I want your load... sir, please..." "Better", I commanded. "You can do better!" "Breed me, seed me, impregnate me..." I squeezed his balls with one hand: "which kind of load do you want? Tell me!" "Your positive load, I want... I want your HIV!" His face turning red, embarrassed and pleased at the same time while I flooded his guts with my second load; "take it, fucking keyboard warrior! Take your birthday gift!" I collapsed on him, completely spent. Our sweaty bodies entwined into an unexpected embrace. "Hold it in", I whispered; "I want you to keep all my poz seed in you." "It's not fair", he told me after a while. "You claim to be poz, fantasize about gifting and then can't transmit." "Time will tell", I replied; a last hug, a kiss on his forehead then I left his house. "Want 2 keep in touch", he texted the following day. "maybe a repeat?" "You MUST keep in touch" was my answer. "Let me know if there are any news." No text came from him for a couple weeks, till his birthday arrived and I sent him a message: "u received my gift?" and he answered "Will check in a while, in bed sick now." "On my way", I typed back; "happy birthday, my poz son!"
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by Steve Berman Sberman8@yahoo.com Let's start with the truth: I was following him. There, now I can set the tone. Not that I usually stalked people, but he was different. Struck me hard and fast, like an accident, only the feeling was welcome. So I waited outside the shop, peering into the windows as if browsing from the street. I was more than a little surprised that he was making a purchase. Not the sort of person to frequent a gallery, especially not the sort of gallery that this was. Were weird masks crafted from tooled leather and animal bones along with crepe and burlap wings his taste? That thought almost made me walk away and leave the stare of that something--once a raccoon or perhaps a possum--perched atop a calfskin helm in the display that was accusing me through empty sockets. Yet I was held fast, watching as he purchased a mask, a wide piece with fluted edges and scrollwork around the lips. When he left the store, not even pausing to offer me a glance, I stood by, breathing in his smell. One more inhale and a minute's passing happened before I followed him. I was not aiming for capture, but merely the thrill of the hunt. I could let my eyes follow the length of his young frame, supposedly with little risk. He led me to Jackson Square; on this weekend, it was full of both tourists and regulars, the artists displaying their paintings and caricatures along the wrought iron fence binding the park. In my two years of living in the Crescent City, I had never seen anyone walk that park. A snack at L'Madeline's seemed his goal. I sat down outside on a metal bench and waited. Resting and inert, I felt little like a predator. Embarrassment for acting in such outlandish fashion crept over me. I had kept my secret too well, preventing any overt betrayals even if I wanted them to be shown. So if I ever was attracted to another guy, desire was kept locked away tight behind my eyes. But this one made me act, even to this little degree, for approaching him was still out of the question. I had caught him on a side street to Royal, standing there watching with a host of others at a one-man band playing in the middle of the street. How could you not be taken by him? With his slim physique and wild black hair that so contrasted with his pale skin. A night dweller that had crept out for some reason to take a glimpse of the sun and its crowd. His clothing was worn, jeans almost tattered to shreds. He was definitely not one of the university crowd I normally hung out with, and did not have the brashness of a local. What he did have was quiet and furtive eyes that I thought would never find me. "Dance," I whispered, "you were surely meant to dance," but only his foot moved in time with the music. He left the cafe to walk down the alleys that led back to Bourbon Street, an infamous thoroughfare of the Quarter, which was truthfully a disappointment during the day. Those walkways had the rare person traveling besides us, but still I followed, my mind often urging me to turn away, but never quite vehement enough for the rest of me to listen. Yet, I wondered why he did not turn around and confront me, as my footfalls were neither quiet nor calm. Perhaps he simply chose to ignore my existence. The thought did not have much appeal to me, but I was saved when he left the known parts of Bourbon. He passed the Line. All newcomers to the Quarter hear of the Line if they spend any time downtown. Eventually the tourist trappings fall aside, the restaurants fade back, and you are only left with gloomy looking buildings. Most are bars of some ill repute squatting down, ready to gorge themselves on sodden customers. I had learned from the classmates I occasionally socialized with that beyond the almost visible line were places a normal guy, a straight decent fellow, just shouldn't go. Gay bars, rough spots, leather dens, areas where your ass either got shoveled or kicked in. And though the warnings were tabu entreaties, I had never before had the courage, or that much inclination, to cross. I watched him go with a sigh of regret. He never looked back, and neither did I. The walk back to the streetcar stop seemed so bland in comparison. Somewhere, I heard that New Orleans has two different patron gods, each presiding over not different parts of the city but rather the times. During the day, it is the sly Mercantile, the one who stands grinning behind the counter. He may be met as a sophisticate selling artwork or antiques, or be the street dealer with lewd T-shirts and garish Mardi Gras posters. But he will try to sell you something, anything, ‘name your price littl' lady.’ But at night, well, New Orleans becomes the domain of the Truck Driver, an avatar cruel and crude, laughing while he spills his beer on your sleeve, promising to show you sights never seen before, but all guaranteed to arouse. His language is blunt and to the point. The Mercantile wants your business, thrives on it; the Truck Driver couldn't care less, because he knows you have come to watch and don't feel like going home early. Or hungry. And since I like to think of myself somewhat sophisticated if not downright neurotic, I often avoided offering myself to the Truck Driver. At night most of the French Quarter is alive and crawling down Canal and Bourbon streets, with the other streets asleep except for the rare insomniac. Normally I am of little mood for crowds of drunken folk, seeking only to lose myself in a book back at the dorm. But one night late this past semester I sought refuge in their madness; for three weeks, I had been barraged with papers and tests, and the notion of just once losing my identity seemed like the perfect medicine. Come morning, should I regret something, well, that was a New Orleans tradition, too. I had come down on the streetcar with friends, letting them act as faulty guides and chaperons. With my hurricane clutched firm, and my college sweatshirt on as a warning label to the locals, I was ready to drink in deep that night. All was fine, even the two hours spent in the strip joint. I enjoyed the rank smell of sweat and smoke more than the dancers, who seemed all too eager to leave the stage; their social security checks must have been waiting for them in the back. But I was a consummate actor, in part thanks to the no-cover-charge-but-necessary-three-drink-minimum rule, and my friends never saw my disinterest in flouncing breasts. Outside the club, I took a moment to clear my head of vapors. The brick walls here are great for this purpose; one can lean against them and feel the world coming back into focus. Perhaps I should suggest that a bit of powdered brick added to chicory coffee might serve as a hangover remedy. My renewed perception let me spot him down the street. The clothing was so similar to what he wore the night I first saw him, that I wondered if I wasn't having some weird Dixie-beer induced flashback. But no, it was through the passing mob that my eyes were teased with him standing in front of a trader's shop, one arm casually draped around one of the cast-iron horse heads, relics from when busy folk had to tie up their steeds. I rapped my head against the wall ever so slightly, letting my friends chuckle at the display. I was trapped. To simply leave them would invite questions, none of which I could readily answer. But the desire to go to him was strong, making me think recklessly. My mind on a rampage, I muttered something up getting a refill and wandered into the crowd. I prayed they would not follow as I waded past the doomsayers, smelling rank like bad bologna stuck between their sandwich board signs. When I could no longer see my pals and my last link to school and sanity was gone, I headed directly towards him. This time his eyes were on me, casually, as I approached. I nearly lost my nerve, but to have come so close and then break away was too disheartening to contemplate. So, we met besides the black horse head with its bit of rust peeking through the bad paint job. Never having been so close to him, I was a bit surprised at his age; I would have guessed him a couple of years younger than me, but his confident pose had not a drop of inexperience. And since I did not yet have the strength to stare him straight in that delicately featured face, I found myself watching his long fingers that were idly stroking the post's huge nostrils. "Whew, its good to get out of that crowd. Felt like I was going to be swept along the street." My voice had a nervous edge to it, making me cringe slightly as I finished. He shrugged. "Nights here are like that." He had a soft voice, barely above a whisper. "Surprised to see you here, thought you were more of a day walker." The remark was received and noted; so he had known I was following him that day. "Yeah, but something brought me out tonight. You seem to blend-in here." I added. "That's not a compliment." And he flashed me a grin. "Are you waiting for anyone?" Hope was at my fingers, ready to fly off to the river if he should answer yes, that he was waiting for someone else, someone better looking, perhaps taller or bigger, without an East Coast accent that betrays seduction. "Sort of, but seeing as you're here, guess I might not have to." I was confused, but merely nodded, feeling it the right thing to do. "Umm, you want to go somewhere and get a drink and talk?" "Sure, I know a place." I followed him as we made our way along the sidewalk, avoiding the packed street to make faster time. I was so nervous that one of my school chums would catch sight of me that I kept my eyes trained on his backside, which was not altogether a bad sight. Before I knew it, the crowd had thinned out to mere stragglers. We had reached the damned Line, again. He crossed it with ease, then turned back to see my passage. Again it was too late to turn back. I wished that a shock of sorts had traveled up and down my spine as I crossed into strange territory, but it felt all too slick and painless. Seeing me step over, he again flashed me that grin that was oh-so-promising. Farther down the street, we reached a small doorway. Beyond it, the room was dark with dim splotches of light from weak bulbs hanging in the rafters. Small tables and chairs were placed haphazardly about, each covered with what look like remnants of cloth. Several people sat close together on the floor, amid pillows and covers. The bar was low, with too many bartenders milling about, fighting over the odd customer who wanted something to drink. A dim chord of music hung in the air, supplied by an unseen guitar. It was mournfully apparent that conversation, offers and promises, perhaps even deals of flesh were the draw. What was the minimum here, I had to wonder. We sat at one of the few empty tables. It was odd how such a quiet place could be so crowded; amid all the whispering, mouths barely seemed to move. I was disappointed that all sorts of couples sat down with their drinks; I had expected, had even hoped for, something more blatantly gay as a site for my initiation. The drinks were set before us; there was no choosing apparently. I took a sip from the wet glass and found it bitter but strong. My companion seemed as relaxed as ever, just content to stare at me it seemed, yet ,as I was to learn, the demeanor I saw was actually a carefully constructed wall. In a subdued voice, I was forced to start the conversation. "My name's Preston." I felt that offering my hand would seem childish and utterly inappropriate for what I was hoping would happen that night. He was more than a moment in responding. "Brandon." My hand shook a little, but as I cast my eyes about the room to avoid dwelling upon it, I replied. "An interesting place. Never saw anything like it before. Almost Bohemian." With a slight smirk, he said. "A lot of the hustlers take the johns here to settle terms before going farther, and then there are a number of places nearby to go. Haitian cabbies drift about like checkered sharks in case it’s a hotel job." I took a hearty gulp of the drink after that. As my throat burned, the truth crashed down, taking everything apart like a dropped puzzle. I knew that ‘innocent’ was written on my hands, but never I thought ‘naïve.’ Where to look? The table, the floor, my arms, all covered with fragments of my fantasies. Odd that he was clean. "Don't tell me you didn't know." He playfully rolled his glass between those pale hands. "You approached me, after tracking me for a long time, the other day." I was still in shock, my mouth open, no doubt. I came to when I heard "Enough of this," and he rose to leave. My arm shot forth and grabbed ahold of his hand. His skin felt cold and clammy and my first instinct was to let go and rub warmth back into my fingers. "No. Please stay. It's all right with me. Really." He sat back down, but still I could feel that more brick-and-mortar had been added to the wall that separated us. I wanted to knock it down before sharing anything with him, but realized that sitting between us was the Truck Driver, squinting and hooting, offering to pull away Brandon's shirt and to let me see a little skin before I went further. On such unfamiliar ground, with no maps or guides, all I had left was one recourse. That was to feel my way around him and hope to find some crevice that would let me travel inside. My emotions seemed overwhelmed by him, traveling the gray area between simple lust and the yearning for intimacy. In all my twenty years, neither had ever been accomplished. "What are. . . what are your rates?" "Depends on your needs." He loomed closer, reaching across the small table so that his fingers brushed against my hand that held the drink. The touch was shocking, not only from the erotic stroke that traveled my skin, but also the clammy and cold nature, as if his temperature worked on a different scale than mine. I timidly enwrapped his hand my own fingers, ignoring the cold and damp. As I spoke, the words tasted as bitter as the drink, but they had to come out. "I want . . . I want to sleep with you. To spend the night, maybe the morning." I said the words quickly and then grabbed my glass to finish off my drink. The smirk was back in full force, making his face look almost bestial. "Not just sleep. . ." he intoned. He was enjoying making me squirm with my request. Damn, I wanted the waitress to bring me another glass so that I might speak some more, but now the bar looked empty, and the guitar sounded too loud. My mouth was open but only small, guttural sounds came out. I think I was shaking, perhaps a few drops of sweat fell onto the table. I forgot that my hand was still over his until he squeezed my fingers. "No problem, I see what you need. Pay for the drinks and let's get going." My open wallet was a siren cal, two waitresses showed at the table, each eyeing the other balefully over the bill. No words were said, so I threw down a twenty and leave them fighting over the paper. As I turned, I noticed Brandon was leaning against the doorway waiting for me. Now that an arrangement had been made--though I did not recall a price even mentioned--his stance had changed. Before, his slim build seemed ready to quiver, if not twist and dance about. Each step that he made, was made with wild abandon. Now, his hips were cocked like a gun, his tread slow. He languished about, his arms spread wide at times to stroke the buildings along his side. I had a nagging hard-on for him, and stuck my hands in my pockets to help conceal my interest. He noticed immediately and began to laugh, an oddly loud sound when compared to his normal low-level of speech. We went along a maze of streets and corridors until we came to a inner courtyard, a rare sight that most folk who walk the French Quarter never see. Often, they contain old fountains or lush gardens. This one was bare except for several crates stacked like precarious towers and a metal gate set before stone steps down one wall. Brandon had one foot on a slim staircase that led to the upper floors of an adjoining building. I gave one more glance to the odd gate, since basements were rare in New Orleans due to the below-sea level nature of the city, and I was pondered where those steps led. But all Brandon had to do was to call out my name once, and my raging interest returned to what could happen atop the other flight of stairs. Once inside, I found that the upper floor was riddled with rooms. Behind closed doors I could hear sounds and moans, but couldn’t tell if all were sounds of pleasure. Subconciously, I realized now how dangerous my situation was. I had come to an area of the city with no clear way of getting home, and led by a complete stranger. For a moment, the urge to run, break away and head back to the safety of my dorm room crept over met, but before it had time to act, I had followed Brandon into one of the rooms. The room was small and cramped, containing a futon and an old chest. A Salem Witchcraft poster hung on one wall, along with a bizarre display of slate shards. A pile of stones decorated the center of the room, seeming more than haphazard and was disturbing to look at. Other than a few clothes scattered about, the rest was old carpet. Brandon shut the door behind us and leaned against the wood. I waited for a few minutes basked the moonlight that streamed in through a window and feeling somewhat at a loss for words or actions. He just stared at me with those dark eyes. Reacting to my hesitation, he walked to me, stepping so close, I could feel his cool breath on my face. "Take off my clothes." His was a demand not a request. My hands trembled as they went to his shirt. The tips of my fingers brushed against smooth, cool skin as I pulled it off. His chest was slim but toned, nearly snow-white, except for the darker rings around his nipples. All I wanted to do was caress him there, but I know that would not be following whatever rules had to exist in such situations. I knew that he had to be naked completely, so his worn jeans were next. As I unzipped them, he stepped closer to me, until our bodies were nearly touching. I pushed down the denim to expose a pair of black boxers, which showed the strain of Brandon's erection. I pushed the jeans down further, passing, with admiration, firm, muscular legs with not a wisp of hair to be seen. I helped him out of his sneakers, peeled off his socks, and then his jeans. He stood there in his underwear, the darkness of which contrasted with his skin so that it looked like his body stopped at the waist only to begin again in mid-thigh. I was entranced by the contrast; and one of my fingers had to reach out and touch his boxers just to ensure that it was indeed fabric. My hand ended up on the inner side of his leg, and I began to lazily stroke skin that was as smooth as milk. I looked up to see a half-smile on Brandon's face, and realized even as I saw it that I could accept that. I brought my own face closer until we were brushing against each other. The sensuality between us rose and I became aware that my own dick was still constrained, which reminded me that I was still fully dressed. As I stood there, one of his hands went to my neck, cupping itself underneath my chin. To my flushed skin, it was a cool compress. I sucked in my breath, feeling the blood race around his touch. Then, that hand drifted down, over my shirt and to my waist. It hesitated a moment before sliding up between the fabric and my skin. That I could feel such pleasure in his stroking my chest was astounding, I feared that I would completely collapse into a quivering mass if and when his hand went lower. I could not help but sigh and softly moan. My eyes were closed. He never said a word as his hand left me. The loss of such contact was frightening; all of a sudden I was left disoriented. I opened one eye to see that he was stretched out on the futon, one hand stroking the front of his boxers as the other did a slow wave to bring me closer. The fact that I would have to undress myself caused a wave of disappointment. I saw again how immense and intact the wall that Brandon had built, remained. For the last few minutes, I had been lost in fantasy. The fact that I was paying for a night's passion, however exquisite it may turn out to be, returned and threatened to dull my desire with self-disgust. My hands fumbled in removing my clothes. If he noticed my inner turmoil, he said nothing to ease my thoughts. Stripped bare except for my briefs, I crawled onto the futon besides him. He still wore that almost-grin. Along with adrenaline, my blood carried doubt, the whole mixture making me feel weak and lost as I laid there. Brandon leaned towards me on one elbow and with his free hand began to brush his fingers through my hair. His touch was so gentle and comforting that it felt like I had just drunk a tonic to chase away my fears. He leaned in to kiss me. His mouth was chilled, but rather than disturbing, I found the sensation delightful. Wickedly I had to wonder what it would feel like if he went down on me with that cold tongue. I held my breath for as long as I could, letting him explore. My arms went around him, almost sliding along as they made their way to his back. I gripped him close, desperate to bring him closer to me. At some point, he was atop me, rubbing his whole body against me, bringing shivers along the length of my spine. Then he rolled over, disengaging himself. Rather than speak, he guided my hand down to his crotch. The nerves along my arm readied themselves for what my touch would find. I slid his boxers down, exposing his erection. Around the base was a sparse arrangement of black hair that curved down to his scrotum. I leaned in closer to marvel at the dichotomy: it was both the softest skin and yet it felt so hard. I let myself rub along the length, now and then gliding down to cup his sack in my palm. When his hand pressed against the back of my head, inching me closer to his cock, I knew what he wanted me to do. I expected his cock to have a taste, but instead there was just a certain firmness that was still delightful. Even here, there was the coolness of Brandon's flesh, and I wanted to warm him with my breath and throat. I had no idea if I was pleasing him; he just lay there calm, looking down at me as I slipped my lips again and again over him. Finally, he lifted my face from his crotch. I moved slowly, not realizing that Brandon had managed to slide behind me and that I was now facing the mattress. Moments later I felt something sliding slowly inside of me, and then withdraw. As the movement returned again and again, I was drew heaving breaths as a tide of pleasure and discomfort ebbed and ripped through me. I could not help but collapse forward and hug the edges of the futon, and I heard him laugh in delight to my response. How long it lasted is beyond me. With a massive moan, I came into the folds of the sheets below me. Soon after, he pulled out from me, then turned me over to watch as he jerked off. His semen sprayed all over his chest and groin, and I was held enthralled by the sight. As his labored breathing eased, he dipped a finger into the streaks of cum and held it up it to my face as an offering. I hesitated, and found him pressing it closer to my shut lips. I opened and took his finger in, tasting him deeply, feeling his salty seed lay on my tongue. We then slept together. Come morning, instead of a shared kiss, he had me go down on him again. I did so without complaint. Afterwards, I gave him whatever money I had left in my wallet, leaving myself only enough change for the streetcar ride back home. He led me back through the streets until we came to a part of Bourbon I recognized. I said good-bye, he merely nodded. But I was not left alone so easily. It seemed that I spent all my time was in remembrance of that night. Perhaps I should have been disgusted, for, to some, I was merely used. But I did not feel this way. Rather my attraction to Brandon had grown beyond the physical. I wanted to meet the challenge of piercing his wall, to find and love the true teen that lurked within. Are most defrocked virgins so naive? The very next night I returned to Bourbon Street to find him. Now that I knew what sort of person I was dealing with, the hunt was easier. He greeted me with only a smirk, but this time as we entered the brothel, he held onto my hand, guiding me back to the room. For the next two weeks it continued this way. Rarely did I fail to find him, once even chasing away another potential customer, though Brandon seemed little bothered by the loss. My studies suffered as the task of college paled in comparison to the task of creating a romance with a prostitute. My newfound dedication began to pay off. Brandon must have developed some fondness for me as he began to refuse my money in the morning. When he took it, it was half-hearted born of a need. Soon he was less demanding during sex, allowing me to slow down each caress and find time to savor each taste and touch. The next step was far too easy, and I found myself staying with him each night, together roaming the streets where he would show me parts of the city few had ever seen. The wall was crumbling; I could hear bits of masonry fall as he guided me about, holding my hand during these private tours of decayed courtyards and manses. During the day we would mostly sleep, venturing out only when bored. I abandoned most of my belonging back in my dorm room, taking only the essentials. The only way to embrace him was to turn my back upon the old life and walk a new path. Sometimes I worried that Brandon did not return my true feelings. Was I only a diversion in his life, one that would last only so long before apathy returned? If so, I drowned my concerns in bitter drink and his heady presence; I would mourn that loss when it was presented to me. Now as a night dweller, I met the other boys who lived in the building. Like some secret clan, they all spoke in whispers, each I saw holding back a frenzy threatening to come unleashed. All were hustlers, though some catered to more exotic clientele. At first I found them distant towards me, like I was only a shadow amongst them. Soon, as they saw how much time Brandon and I were sharing, they began to speak to me, confide in me the events in their lives. I wanted them to let their guard down and regard me as a friend, but no, there still existed a bit of that wall between me and their breed. The story of Remus was fresh from only last semester's teachings. Then one cloud-covered night, with the threat of rain driving most from the open street, Brandon led me not to the room to spend one more night in each other's heat, but to the building's courtyard. He was quiet, the only snatches of conversation he uttered were both vague and unsettling. Something was going to happen that night, besides the thick showers that so-often patronized New Orleans. I had begun to believe that this was my last night with him, that tomorrow he would tell me to return to my old ways, to sunlight and textbooks… and loneliness. There was some measure of truth and foresight in this, as now the old ways are lost for me. The courtyard looked different when lit by fire. All the boys were standing about, many of them carrying handmade torches. I counted several faces hidden behind a variety of sordid masks. Here one crafted from broken porcelain, there a leather bondage visage complete with zippered eyebrows and lips. One of the boys brought Brandon the odd mask he bought so long ago, which he donned without a word to me. It was almost as if I could physically see his wall rearing up to prevent me from reaching him. The brickwork was far older than the flesh it contained. A deep groaning of tortured metal sounded as the iron gate was unlocked and thrust wide open, and the procession began to climb down the steps. Brandon need not have pushed me ahead of him; I wanted to go down and see perhaps the one aspect of his life that had remained hidden from me. The descent was rough on my senses. Flickering torchlight revealed only dripping stone walls decorated with patches of repellent fungus. They were all so silent, only the crackling of the fires and the sound of our feet falling upon the tiles reached my ears. The stench of musty earth was thick in the cool air. How long we walked down those steps, I could not guess, but finally, we reached bottom. My teeth were chattering against the cold, and I dreaded brushing against the stonework around me. I followed the others, but was careful to stay near Brandon. I believe we passed a few unlit chambers, all looking archaic and unsafe to venture into. Someone from the lead of the procession had begun to hum a strange tune that rose and fell in time with our footsteps. Soon other voices joined ours, and I fear to say that some of them emanated from those dark rooms. The corridor ended in a large circular chamber, and the line of masked and unmasked wound its way around a huge pit set in the floor's center. In the dim light, I could just make out the remains of mosaic tiles surrounding the hole. But if they were to decorated with words or icons, I was unfamiliar with the language. Even though it looked more like a pool of black water than a hole of depth, I could hear wind whistling up from the mouth of the hole,. A voice close to me ripped the silence. "Ia Nyogtha! Erikthnar l'hor kadishtu . . . Ia Nyogtha! Ygnaiih Nyogtha k'yarnak!" I was horrified to see Brandon's mouth move beneath the mask, those lips that I had spent so much time touching with every part of my being, now twisted to spit out such obscene sounding words. His voice was no longer a whisper, but seemed like the hoarse screams of some dying animal pleading for release. The others around me took up the chant, hurling it from one to another, until the last shouted it down to the pit. Shards of slate were then tossed into the pit, making no noise, meeting silently with whatever lurked there. That something that dwelled in the darkness of the chasm responded to the entreaties. I could swear that above their hoarse shrieks I heard a terrible sound, like the lapping of thickened water. Their shouting intensified as they began to leap up and down, shaking their limbs. One boy held out his hand. . . and was touched by something from the pit! A stream of blackness, deeper and darker than any my eyes had ever seen issued forth and snaked around that boy's pale wrist. It moved like liquid; and sounded like poison. Each of the boys began to howl, stripping off whatever clothes they wore. I watched as they finally freed themselves to twist and jump, a dance both graceful and horrific. Tentacles of the black thing shot forth to touch their skin, stroke their naked bodies with a lover's touch as they laughed and cavorted. Their firm erections were jolted by the creature's lingering touch, as if it sought out the most potent heat of their bodies, wanting to steal it from them. Several came, showering the blackness with their pale cum, all the while howling with glee. I had not noticed until now that some of the boys had brought bags along the descent. From them they dumped animals into the pit, letting the darkness swallow up a grand course meal. I say animals, and resist dwelling on the few things that squirmed and bawled as they fell. My mind screamed for release and I ran from the room. Even as I stood hunched over in the hallway, my thoughts shrieked, wanting peace and forgetfulness. I trembled and cried, wondering if it would not be best to rip my eyes free and cast them aside for having betrayed the rest of the body. Before my clawed hands could move, I heard someone enter the corridor from that accursed room. I looked up to see Brandon standing over me, his mask slightly askew, his naked body glistening with an iridescent slime. Even then lust caught me, my eyes glancing downward to note how rigid he was. He lifted me up gently, to meet his face. Then I watched as one of his fingers reached down to his chest and brought back a daub of that muck. He held it before my eyes; I could see the oily sheen it had. Then he offered it to my lips. I could read nothing of his thoughts through the mask. But the decision was made, had been back in that bar past the Line weeks ago. Before he had a chance to withdraw the offer, I wrapped my mouth around the finger and sucked hard. The slime tasted acrid and felt like cold slush falling down my throat. But I did not gag or show any signs of suffering. Brandon let me taste his finger for several minutes, and then he withdrew it and returned to the festival, leaving me alone again in darkness. I slipped down the wall, knowing that something black had entered me and was festering in my gullet. When they brought me back to the surface, Brandon had to carry me back to his place. I sank into a deep sleep troubled with images of dripping black water. I awoke to the little sunlight that crept through the boarded windows. To my side, Brandon was still asleep, his face serene, so different from the mask he had worn the night before. I rose without disturbing him and, dressed only in underwear, took the stairs down to the courtyard. Here I am. The hours have passed, and I have been staring at the closed gate. What happened last night was no delusion, I am sure, but rather something like a wedding. But to what am I married? The night came upon me while still in this fugue. The air holds a slight breeze warm against my bare skin, and I wonder just how cool my touch is now. Nobody forced this path of corruption upon me, nor did they place my hands on the metal bars and aim my eyes to those dark steps. I am solely to blame. But to what end? A light touch on my shoulder does not startle me, and I find the fingers assuring. I turn to find Brandon before me, naked in the night. He takes one of my hands in his, guiding it to his bare chest, against the smooth skin. We come closer and know that inside we both share a black taint. Together we make our way back to our room. For the first time, I am master upon the bed, selfishly taking before I give any pleasure. Afterwards we lay together and now I know that for all my waking moments when I dreaded the path I walked, the companion I had found along the way has made the harsh price worth it.
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It has taken a (very) long time, but finally made some progress on a follow up to https://breeding.zone/topic/33786-the-decline-and-fall-of-michael-christian/Apologies again for the very long delay... and I hope you enjoy. Anyway, here is Part 1. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Hey man, sorry. I didn’t realise it was occupied.” A stranger stood at the toilet but looked over his shoulder at Calvin… was he smirking? Calvin needed to pee but it could wait. The real reason he was in the bathroom was to get away from the guy who had been (all but) clinging to him since he arrived at the party. The clingy guy had introduced himself as Tommy. He was tall, thin, and very flamboyantly gay. Not that Calvin had a problem with that, but Tommy had clearly had a few drinks too many. He refused to listen when Calvin said he was straight, so Calvin escaped to the bathroom. And now he had walked in on someone else in the toilet. Could this night get any more awkward? He started to back out of the bathroom and close the door. STOP. The stranger’s lips did not move but the word seemed to reverberate inside Calvin’s head. Like someone shouting, loudly, in a tunnel. There was an odd sensation just behind his eyes. A tingling. Calvin stopped. He stood in the door as if waiting for something. He wasn’t sure what that was, or even what it could be. “There’s room enough for two.” The stranger smiled but that smile never touched his eyes. Come in and close the door. The voice in his head was not as loud, just a normal speaking voice. But the tingling persisted. If anything, stronger than before. You are relaxed. There is nothing strange about what is happening. The voice was just a whisper now. But that sensation, the tingling behind his eyes, continued. It felt buried now, however, as if had burrowed somewhere deep inside his head. As Calvin stepped back in the bathroom and closed the door, he thought he should be worried. Like there was something terribly wrong. But he couldn’t think of what that might be. There was something odd about the stranger yet Calvin couldn’t quite put a finger on it. There was something almost… vague…or nondescript… about him. He was neither short not tall. Average build. Calvin couldn’t even tell how old he was. He could be 22 or 42. It just seemed impossible to tell. “I’m… Sebastian.” The stranger said. His extended his hand that had been holding his dick a moment ago. “You can call me Seb.” “Calvin. Calvin Watts.” Calvin shook Seb’s hand, trying not to think about where the hand had just been. “Nice to meet you. So do you know Mark and Mary?” “Not really, I just moved into the building and they invited me to the party.” “Can’t say I know them very well either.” Seb replied without more detail. “So how old are you, Calvin?” “I’m 18. You?” “I’m… a little bit older than that. Are you in college?” “Yes. I’m attending State, and studying Pre-Med and Chemistry. I want to get into medical research when I graduate.” Calvin wondered why he was kept speaking, answering questions that had never even been asked. He should be freaked out, of at least annoyed, but he felt eager to offer information. It made no sense. “You must have a high IQ.” “Well, when my Dad had me tested, my IQ was rated at 152.” “Very impressive. I bet you are doing very well in your classes, aren’t you? “ Calvin wanted to say that he was expecting to be on the Dean’s list this quarter and that he (and his father) would be very disappointed if he didn’t graduate summa cum laude in a few years. But Seb didn’t give him time to respond and the thought just slipped away. “Isn’t it unusual for a first year student to live off campus?” “My parents didn’t want me to live in the dorm. Too much partying going on. Or so my Dad says. So they rented an apartment for me.” “Do you have a girlfriend?” Seb paused a raised an eyebrow. “Or a boyfriend?” “Um… I don’t have a girlfriend, and I’m not gay.” Calvin wondered if he should be offended that the stranger had even asked… but somehow just couldn’t work up the energy. “You need to pee, don’t you Calvin?” “Um. Yeah.” “You should pull your dick out then, shouldn’t you?” That tingling again. And the perception of a voice inside his head but so quiet now he couldn’t even hear it. His hands moved before he even realised what they were doing, unzipping his fly, pulling out his dick, and aiming it at the toilet. His bladder, however, refused to pee, so he just stood there with this stranger. Both of the men standing there with his cock out. For a minute Calvin wondered if someone had put something in his drink and this was a surreal hallucination. But, no. This was real. Somehow he knew. “Good boy, Calvin.” A sense of happiness swept across Calvin at the words. His heart beat slightly faster in excitement. He wondered why he would feel this way. But, again, the thought slipped away. “It’s rather amusing. Your father thought he was preparing you for life. But his overprotective and controlling nature has sheltered you. You never even developed those defences that most humans have.” The words seemed to bypass Calvin as if his mind was shut down while Seb spoke. After a moment he blinked to see Seb looking at his crotch. “You have a nice cock.” Calvin blushed, unsure how to reply. “Do you like my cock, Calvin?” Calvin had never really looked at another guy’s cock before. Well, maybe in the locker room. But that was really just to see how it compared to his own. Now he found his eyes pulled down to Seb’s crotch. And he stared, suddenly fascinated by it. The other man’s cock was long and thick. The foreskin wrapped around the bulbous cock head and the whole things seemed so… perfect. Calvin was circumcised and his own cock suddenly felt awkward and clunky. “It’s…. It’s... beautiful.” Calvin finally managed. He licked his lips as he stared. “Why don’t you touch it?” Calvin’s hand reached out, tentatively. “That’s right, wrap your fingers around it. Stroke it. Gently. That’s my good boy.” Calvin felt his own dick starting to swell and rise. He was getting hard. But he was straight. Wasn’t he? It felt so fuzzy now. “I’m going to put my hand on your dick now. Is that ok, Calvin?” “Yes, sir.” Seb’s fingers caressed Calvin’s dick. The fingers moved softly. Gently. But Calvin’s whole body convulsed in pleasure. “You like that, don’t you?” “Yeah.” “I’m going to suck you now, Calvin.” “Ok…. I’ve never had a blow job before.” “A blow job? What a quaint way to describe it.” Seb shifted to his knees and Calvin could feel the warm breath rippling across the sensitive skin of his dick. The shaft flexed in anticipation. Some part of his mind tried to scream out. To put a stop to this. He wasn’t gay. But Calvin just couldn’t concentrate and the thought faded away. But Seb paused. “I could stop now, Calvin. I could stop, walk out, and you would be yourself again in a few minutes. Do you want me to stop? To step away now, without sucking your cock?” “No… please don’t stop.” Calvin felt desperate. It suddenly didn’t matter if he was gay or straight. He just wanted the other man’s mouth around his cock. “Are you sure? If I continue, there is a price. There is always a price. And you will never be the same.” “Please… please suck me. I want it so bad. I need it.” Calvin whimpered. Why was he so desperate? “As you wish.” The stranger smiled again. It was a smile that sent a chill down Calvin’s spine. The kind of smile that a cat wears when playing with a mouse. Then Seb’s lips enveloped Calvin’s cock. Calvin’s moaned as the sensation of the warm mouth enveloped his cock and spread quickly throughout his body. His hands wrapped around Seb’s head in a desperate attempt to maintain some control. Seb’s lips were locked on Calvin’s shaft. His mouth slid up and down the length, maintaining a tight suction. Calvin imagined he could feel the suction all the way from his skull to his toes. As if the pressure Seb was exerting would swallow him whole. It was almost painful… but somehow incredibly erotic. “Oh fuck,” Calvin groaned. He was getting his dick sucked for the first time… by a guy. This was so bizarre. But good. Oh so very good. “That is so amazing.” Calvin’s hips started moving, thrusting his cock further into Seb’s mouth. His dick was slowly swelling. His balls were slowly starting their rise. But… something else. A strange sensation throughout his body. Pulling. Stretching. As if the suction on his cock was siphoning something out of him. His head felt fuzzy. Unfocused. He had a slight headache and his vision seemed to be blurring. His body felt weak. ‘Oh fuck’, Calvin thought, asking himself ‘Am I having an aneur… and an….’. Strange. He couldn’t think of the word. He should know that word. A brain… thingy. A problem in the brain. He should know the word. Why couldn’t he think of it? Don’t worry. Relax. Let it flow away. The voice was back. And the tingling, which had never gone away, seemed stronger again now. At that information, that knowledge. It’s all such a burden. Surrender it. Life will be so much easier if you just don’t have to think so much anymore. Lay down your burden. Calvin was afraid. Terrified. Something was being taken from him. But he couldn’t figure out what it was. He had to resist. But his head was so fuzzy. Why couldn’t he think? Do you feel it? Your intelligence dropping lower. And lower. Doesn’t it feel good to let it go? Now you can enjoy other things. More important things. More immediate things. Think about how good your cock feels. Doesn’t your cock feel so good now? His cock did feel amazing. Seb’s expert lips, tongue, and mouth were bringing him closer and closer to cumming. This was fucking amazing. He had never felt this good sitting in a classroom. The suction was so strong. Especially in his head. Everything was being pulled into his dick. His dick that was buried deep in Seb’s throat now. Fuck that felt good. Yes. He could let go. It would feel so good to just let go. No! He shouldn’t. God help him, he knew he shouldn’t. He was losing something. Something important. If only he could understand what it was.… But his cock felt amazing. He needed to cum. To unload. To release. He wanted his body to tense up in anticipation — like it was doing now. He wanted to feel his dick throb —like it was doing now. He wanted to feel his nuts pull up — like they were doing now. He wanted this more than anything! Yes… Calvin succumbed to the voice in his head. He surrendered to the pressure. Stopped fighting it. And he came. It seemed to last forever. His eyes rolled back into his head and blast after blast fired into Seb’s throat. And Seb swallowed it all. But eventually the 18 year old’s muscles relaxed. His pecker grew soft and slipped from Seb’s mouth. Seb stood and gently pushed the young man down on the toilet seat. He peered into Calvin’s eyes and into his mind and soul. The mind was so quiet. So dull. So stupid. Lazy, unfocused, undisciplined. “Ah, my poor boy. You had such a high opinion of yourself and your mind. But you were just a tasty morsel. A delicious treat for a summer evening.” “Huh?” Calvin just looked up at the man above him. “Whatcha talking bout?” “I don’t think you need to worry about a high IQ anymore.” Seb laughed. “I’m afraid that I may have gotten carried away. You are well below ‘normal’ now. Well below.” “You ain’t making sense, man.” Seb frowned and looked down at Calvin. He really hadn’t intended to consume so much of the young man. “You know, since I took so much from you, it seems only fair that I give you something back. Would you like that?” “Your gonna give me somethin?” Calvin couldn’t really understand that this guy was babblin’ about… but fuck it. If he wanted to give him something, he sure as fuck wouldn’t refuse. Seb’s put his hand on Calvin’s head and pulled him towards his own hard cock. “What the fuck?” Calvin protested. “I aint no fag…” But his protest was cut off as Seb’s cock slipped into his mouth. Calvin tried to get it out. But no matter what he did, the prick was pushing into his mouth. And then he noticed the taste. ‘Fuck, that tasted good,’ he thought, his tongue swirling around the sliding shaft. He wanted that taste. More! Seb, however, was impatient. He had more important matters to attend and this distraction had already wasted too much time. Within moments, his hips were pressed against Calvin’s face. The entire shaft inserted. That was good enough. He let his orgasm flow. His seed erupting into the wretch before him. Calvin slurping it down like a man who had found an oasis in a barren desert. It wasn’t really semen, of course. Semen was such a mortal concept. But Calvin perceived the fluids as such. Seb slipped his cock from Calvin’s mouth and looked into his eyes a final time. Yes. There it was: the craving. A ravenous hunger for something Calvin couldn’t even put words to yet. And he had even given a bit of the young man’s intelligence back. Not much, of course. Just enough so he could function in society. And just enough so he could understand what he had lost, what had been taken away, it was so much more fun when they understood the price. Calvin sat on the toilet in shock. It was still so hard to think. For a moment there, he had been lost completely. He felt better now but he knew something was still missing. He could feel a cavity where something had been pulled away. And there was something else. Some other sensation he was just barely aware of. But he couldn’t put words to it. What the hell had Seb done to him? “Yes. That will do.” Seb mused. “You feel it missing now, don’t you? All that information, your mind racing miles ahead of everyone around you, all that potential? Gone. You will have to spend the rest of your life wondering what you would have accomplished. Cure cancer? Find new treatments to better the lives of our fellow ‘humans’? You will never know but it will haunt you. All of that given up just to get your dick sucked. Your dreams, your plans for a career? Dead now. But don’t worry, I very much suspect you will find a new career soon enough. I wish I could stay to watch, but I think not. It's time to move on." Calvin wanted to scream To yell. To cry. What the fuck had he done? But it was so hard to think now. He felt hollow. Empty. Incomplete. It took him a moment to realise he was alone in the bathroom. Seb was simply not there anymore. He was alone… for about a minute. And then the door opened. “Oh there you are, handsome.” It was Tommy, the gay guy from earlier. “I thought you got lost.” Tommy’s eyes swept over Calvin’s disheveled face and hair, and at the cum splatters on the floor. And Calvin’s dick still hanging out of his jeans. “Well, you have been busy, haven’t you? You dirty slut.” The word ‘slut’ sounded like a compliment from Tommy’s lips. Calvin was sure he could smell Tommy. His sweat. His musk. And it made his lust even stronger. His thoughts even weaker. Calvin’s eyes trailed down Tommy’s tall, lean, beautiful body. To the sizeable bulge in his crotch. He could see the outline of other man’s cock quite clearly. Tommy’s tight pants made sure of that. And that cock was quite big. He was so horny. No. Horny didn’t describe it. He was fucking ravenous. He wanted what was in the other man’s trousers. He wanted to explore that budge. He wanted to feel Tommy in his throat and, god help him, in his ass. He wanted Tommy’s cum inside him. He needed it. “Oh fuck.” Calvin didn’t even realise he was speaking out loud. “I’m gay.” “Yeah, I kind of guessed that.” Tommy slurred. Calvin’s dick was straining in his jeans. What Seb had taken, his intelligence or whatever, didn’t seem as important right now. He needed to sate his hunger. “I wanna taste you. I want to suck you. And I want you to fuck me. I’ve never been fucked. Please.” Tommy raised an eyebrow. “Well, lucky for you, someone convinced me to explore my top side recently. But are you sure about this? It’s going to hurt a bit… especially if it’s your first time.” < To Be Continued… > >
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Just a little fun question for us all: You get to choose a cast of up to 10 porn stars for an epic gangbang. What guys do you invite? Here's my choice without any particular order: Jack Harrer PigBoy Ruben Jesse Santana Brent Everett Armond Rizzo Max Konnor Jessy Karson Kris Evans Blue Bailey Draven Torres Have fun with your selection 😁
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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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I’ve always been barebacking every since I first started to have sex, think it’s due to me not liking the feel of condoms and liking the skin on skin intimacy, but for the past couple years I’ve been fantasising about taking the plung and getting knocked up. I don’t know where it’s come from or why I think about it but it just really turns me on thinking about getting pozzed and knocked up. My question is should I do it? I’ve thought about the aftermath but my main concern is how I would tell my fiancé and ny parents.
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STORY-TIME: I recently had a bit of that fantasy, experienced in the flesh. APRIL 14th 2021 Hooked up with a new dude, random stranger on BBRT, said he was a poz dude all into the 'piggy things' and I was still spun and very horny from earlier that day being a total whore with my bestie. My bestie right about that time I was going for MORE cock on the internet, INSATIABLE, past midnight, was suddenly calling me and 'acting crazy again' (like he does every few weeks) like a possessed demon, rambling paranoid delusions of somebody who can't handle their party drugs. He blows clouds all day long and then gets freaked out, probably after slamming himself, but that just speculation. He always says to me: "Quit being a a Nancy!" when after SO MANY hits of the pipe (way more than I see guys doing in chem-porn) I say: "OK I'm good now! No more for me!" But he is a hottie, very seductive and manipulative and we had fucked that day like we have done for the past few years, OFF THE CHART for me, in the sluttiest most promiscuous manner that I have become to expect as my NEW NORMAL to push my buttons. Bottom-line: IT was a great fuck day, spun out of my mind, not slammed though! We spent that way the whole earlier part of the day, me taking his neverending loads and poundings without lube and hesitation. One load after another wondering if TODAY is or WHEN the day would come when my tina-dick would magically become the EVER-READY marathon fuck-tool that the demons bless my bestie with. He always says it psychological (he is nuts though) and one day my 'tolerance' would allow me to 'break through'... So the ranting and raving on the phone ALMOST was a buzz-kill but I was on a mission: to have pozitively UNSAFE SEX, the forbidden potentially-poisonous RAW oyster treat that makes some guys squirm and others ask for MORE... Well, not sure what I expected; it was a bit of a let-down seeing the average-looking stranger with a bit too much flab and kinda living in a 'starter-kit' hoarder sort-of-way. But I was horny and by then getting off on me being such a random WHORE! Nice dick though, cut, rugged and leathery, no novice part-time fucker. And he liked what I was working with: pierced dick, nipples and ears, and MUCH leaner and smoother than him! And the contrast turns me on! Next thing I know he is breeding me using all sort of hardcore poz-talk, about... 'you need to take more poz seed, take more STRAINS and corrupt lots of new recruits! Initiate them to THE DARK DIDE! You need to become an aggressive pozzer!' I think he that's what he said and more things that would make a sailor's ears turn red, suggestive of what sounded like it would be breaking laws in all of the 50 states of the Union and if I attempted to quote I would probably get me in deep trouble if I repeated any of it on here. So I'll leave it to your imagination. Let's just say as I was drifting between confusion and arousal, I was thinking: "Say what? Do what? Is that what he just said? (barely audible, in a demonic chant, under his breath with that) Whoa, YIKES!" (Am I imaging things now like my bestie does?) "YOU should ALWAYS wear the PA when breeding {tearing up) new converts!" were the tamer things he said as his vulgar precum-dripping mushroom cock teased and pre-lubed my hole and he was speaking as though all the words were ritual, perverse 'incantations' to bring me under a dark spell. He kept this up (hot poz talk) while he fucked me and played with my pierced nipples as though the devil told him the secret of how to get me off... Really, it felt as if everything he was saying was demonic and very corrupting! AND WORKING! Oddly, something happened I would have never expected. I got a raging hardon and fucked him, enjoying every bit of my sudden villainous vigor, as my big 2-gauge PA was tugging hard on my dick as I was inside his demon-slut hole. He had a gaping fuck-slit that must have been the work of LOTS of cocks and been conditioned by fisting or sex tools. Ever since hooking up with that CORRUPTOR, I have been beating off to pictures of guys seductively flaunting their holes... and getting especially hard for the super-slutty ones! Who are proud of their promiscuity and their past scores...
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Let me know if this is worth continuing or too weird. Don’t recall ever seeing fantasy or sci fi stuff on here so I’m not sure how people will take it. Actual breeding in this first part is straight MF but obviously this is a very bi MMF scene, and this part has a detailed gooey cum-eating payoff for MM fans near the end. If I continue the story MM breeding is going to be a big factor, as is hinted at the end.----thanks---THE FOLLOWING IS ENTIRELY FICTION---pounderman666 Pt. 1 My name is Gef. I grew up on a wyvern ranch in the shimmering plains, which meant that I didn't get to see many other humans very often. So I guess it makes sense that our elven slave-maiden, Chially, and I were very close. I was eighteen, and she was two years older than me, but she still felt like a little sister to me: childlike, skinny, delicate, with her porcelain skin and shimmery platinum hair, huge golden eyes… and, of course, those perky pointed ears of hers. She may have been tiny and feminine, but she was still technically a slave, and worked very hard. We ALL worked hard—that is, myself, my stepfather Tagus, and Chially. We had to do our best to keep the ranch going. My Mother, Gods bless her, had been taken from us in an unfortunate accident involving one of our wyverns two years prior. We had the creatures’ wings clipped at a young age, of course, and the barbs on their tails snipped… But their teeth were another matter. My mother had gotten too friendly with one, had come up to him while he was unmuzzled and feeding and… well… it wasn’t something I liked to think much about. At least the end had been very quick, for her. When my mother had been alive, I hadn’t gotten along very well with my gruff stepfather, Tagus. Maybe it was some natural rivalry or something, maybe I’d resented him for not being my real dad, who’d been killed by the Summer Fever five years before. Sometimes, I thought he resented me for being slender, freckled and short like my mother, while he was a glowering Westerman with a thick, hairy build and skin reddened from the western desert sun. But when mother died, we seemed to find some common bond and peace. We were two men, left to fend for ourselves and run a ranch in a dusty waste of an outland… We needed each other, and grudgingly came to respect each other, at least. We didn't see other people much, and even when we did there wasn't really much to talk about with them. I mean, unless they were fascinated by domesticated wyvern habits, or something … # It was early autumn, and the weather was as lovely as it could get on the plains. Heavy orange moons at night, and the scent of spices on the wind… Approaching time for the final Harvest Rite. I'd never been to the Rite. I’d heard young people from miles around would gather to meet, dance, drink gourd-liquors… And engage in the giggling whispers and fumbling clutches of courtship. “A man could find a wife there,” Tagus told me. “That’s how I got my first wife, anyway, long before your momma. At a Harvest night way back west.” “Wouldn’t her folks have to approve of a union?” I asked him. “Well…” my stepfather nodded, a smile spreading across his thickly bearded face. “As per tradition, yes. But if her male suitor has already, well, sampled her charms on the night of the Rite… With the Fertility blessings in the air, there’s an excellent chance he’d get her with child, and then…” “Then her parents couldn’t refuse an offer for her?” I said. He nodded. “We could surely use a strong female around here to bear children and run the house. Don’t matter if she doesn’t come with a dowry.” When he said “strong female,” there was only one local girl I could imagine. Jesikka. She lived in a village almost twenty miles away, but she was just my age and would certainly be going to the Harvest Rite. With her long, red-brown hair, sun-freckled skin, and thick, powerful legs and jutting posterior… She was strong breeding stock, all right. And feisty. But really pretty. I was fetching meal-bags from her father’s mill in town when I met her on the street. I admired her figure, her loose cotton dress clinging to the bold curves of her strong body. Tagus had told me: “Ask her to allow you to escort her to the Rite… If she says yes, her womanhood is almost yours already.” So I strolled up to ask her, and all of a sudden my mouth was all numb and slow from nerves. It was the Gods-damndest thing! She was so cute, and she looked at me with one auburn eyebrow raised and a half-smile on her face. Finally I stammered "H-harvest… R-r-rite… me you… g-go… uhh?" She laughed and then got this strange look on her face. She looked me up and down, as if I was an animal for sale at the livestock auction… Finally, after what seemed like forever, she said she'd go to the Harvest Rite with me--but only if I rode my finest stallion into town to pick her up. Of course, I readily agreed, smiling nervously. She walked up to me, achingly close, her full lips almost touching my own and said: "I'll be waiting for you, stud." And then I felt her soft, girlish hand brush the front of my trousers. I gulped as she did this. I got the implication, all right. We had three stud wyverns on the ranch, and stud horses, stud bulls… Strong breeding males, all. The only problem was that I’d never actually “mated” with a girl, myself. All I knew was how to pump a load of seed from my own cock… Which I did quite often, having no other form of release, save to squirt my “man-milk” in the grass behind the barn, where I imagined it fertilized the weeds. I was nervous, but I decided there was one person I could trust to ask: Tagus. I’d heard him and my mother making some screaming, sexual commotions from their bedroom when she’d been alive, lustful cries almost as powerful as the sounds of wyvern matings; and Tagus alluded to having wide experiences with the fairer sex, from before he met my mother. Yes, Tagus should be able to give me some realistic advice on how to pleasure—and possibly breed—a female. He was working on curing a basketful of newly-shed wyvern scales. He paused about halfway into my tale about asking Jesikka to the Harvest Rite, and how she'd called me a “stud,” and I even told him she'd touched my aching trouser serpent--or at least my trousers right there where my needy organ was. He sighed and said, “I’m sorry, Gef, if I’ve been neglecting your education in certain matters. I may not be your true father, but there’s a few lessons you deserve… And quite need, right now, apparently. I owe you that much.” “Besides,” he continued, “sometimes teaching can be fun, too. But I’ll need a pussy for demonstrating on …” He grinned and a strange, hungry look came across his face as his eyes scanned over me. Something odd and far away. I shivered, not knowing why. ‘“Of course… I mean…“ he continued. “We’ll need a female. Soooo … Well … Where's Chially?" # Tagus led the way across the ranch property and I followed… I knew he was heading towards the cow-barn, where Chially was working. (We had a stables and a wyvern barn too—which was stone and iron, almost a little fortress—but the cow-barn was a traditional wooden structure. We used cows for milk, and sometimes to feed to the wyverns.) Tagus walked with long, purposeful strides—from his body language I could tell he was in “serious business” mode. And yet he still had a wry smile on his face… “This is something we should have done a while ago, actually,” Tagus said. “Your momma was always soft on Chially, treating her like a daughter… And I didn’t want to upset your momma. But, now that she’s gone, it’s up to us men to make sure that this ranch survives. Chially is my—our—property and we need to take advantage of… and use that property… any way we can to benefit us.” “Use?” I asked him. Though I thought I might know what he was hinting at… “You need… education, and practice, for your Harvest Rite and your pretty Jesikka. Out west my kinfolks were more free with things and sometimes… We young men had other ways. But there’s some things frowned upon here.” I’d heard rumors that Westermen laid with men as well as women, and it was not counted against them in their homeland. Our local priestesses were known to discourage such things, though. “But what you do have here are elven slaves, especially slave girls. Good for fucking, the temple is fine with that. And we could use more help around here. Now, it will take a few years for them to mature, but half-elves grow much faster than humans…” “Aren’t half-elf slaves illegal?” I asked. He shrugged. “The King outlawed the commercial breeding and selling of them. But, umm, private owners… using their own seed on their own slaves… That happens quite frequently, and people turn a blind eye. They’re not like human females, either. I’ve heard they can carry the offspring of several males at a time.” I tried to imagine tiny, innocent-looking little Chially with her belly swollen and taut with a couple babies growing inside… The image should have really been troubling. But I found myself intrigued—and excited. We entered the high, shady barn and both of us immediately looked up to the hay-loft, where Chially was pitching hay down for the cows. The iron pitchfork she used was taller than her, but little, petite Chially—like most elves, I guess—was very strong for her size. She had always been a great help around the ranch. I could see the crack of her tight little girlish butt peeking out from the waist of her too-tight trousers whenever she bent down to pitch some hay. Tagus had put some truly provocative ideas in my head… Because I now badly wanted to squeeze and pinch that pale little elven ass. She’s like a sister to you!, a guilty voice in my head said. But Tagus had said we ought to use her… I nervously licked my dry lips in anticipation of what was going to happen. Tagus was already on the ladder to the hay-loft, almost flying up it, taking the rungs two at a time. I followed. Before I had even gotten up there, though, Tagus had taken off his shirt and was tugging off his trousers over his hairy, well-muscled butt. I’d never seen him so impatient for anything before… “Elf wench!” he barked. Chially looked up with her big golden eyes, a subservient little smile on her face. “Yes, Master?” she answered in a voice childlike, yet pleasant. “Put down your pitchfork, take off all your clothes, and lie back on that hay bale. Gef and myself have decided time’s come to breed your little pussy-cunt.” “Of course, Master,” she replied. Ever so agile, she skimmed her clothes off in a moment, revealing her pale, compact--yet distinctly feminine--body. Her breasts were small, but firm, the tiny nipples bright pink in color in contrast to her alabaster skin. My gaze travelled down her smooth, pale tummy to the juncture of her slim legs. There, a light, feathery tuft of silver-white pubic hair did nothing to hide the pink, plump lips her girlish pussy. Tagus was looming over her, looking down at her sternly, his teeth bared like a predator moving in for the kill. Chially’s girlish body, now unveiled, was delicious, yes… But something made me turn my attention to my stepfather’s looming masculine bulk for a moment. A trail of dark, curling man-hair ran from his chest to bisect his iron-hard stomach, past his belly button, and then … down below … There, it blended into a thick patch of dark pubic hair. His balls were large and heavy and dangled low in their sacs, as it weighted with bullish seed. But above them—the cock—WOW. I had to blink for a second before I could really take it in. It was frightening, seeing that animal organ on a mere mortal man. It had to be about ten inches long … but the length wasn’t the scariest part. It was just so WIDE. Almost as wide as Chially’s wrist … It was wider across than vertically, giving it this slightly ugly, squashed appearance. The skin of the penis was a dun-brown color, slightly darker than the skin on the rest of his body; while the head of the cock was bulbous and swollen and purple, like an angry plumb. The whole shaft was covered in a web of dark veins. Horsecock, I thought. Stallion cock. It did remind me of an animal’s cock. Huge, ugly, not a handsome organ by any means … But a champion breeder. I felt my own smaller organ jerk with arousal in my trousers. My big, gruff stepfather looked kinda funny, though, with his pants off and that giant, reddened cock “saluting” her. There was clear goop dripping like heavy tears from Tagus’s big, bulbous cockhead… He must be really horned up, I realized. My own trousers were getting kinda tight, my cock wanting to breathe. I skimmed my clothes off quickly. My own cock isn’t as thick as Tagus’s, but it’s thin and long and kinda curves up a little. I hoped Chially would like it. “Ok, elf cunt,” Tagus barked. “We’re gonna open your tight pussy up and make some babies. Gef and I gonna breed your sweet little womb. You understand?” “Yes, Master,” Chially responded sweetly, still smiling. With her slim little legs spread, she looked up at Tagus expectantly. Tagus knelt down in front of Chially and motioned me forward so that I could see better. His rough, scarred hands cupped the elf’s tiny breasts, his thumbs pressing down the little pink nipples before he took them between his fingers, twisting and tweaking them. Chially made a soft little “ummm” sound. “Breasts on a girl—elf or human--are more than just udders,” Tagus explained. “You can play with ‘em to get the female hot and ready for breeding.” Tagus bent down and took one of the delicate little nipples into his mouth. Chially smiled and squirmed a little at the sensation. He suckled there for a little bit, working the teat like a hungry newborn babe… I wanted to be the one sucking on those sweat teats. And at the time, I felt my own flush little man-nipples tingle in an unexpected sympathy. And then he bent lower, his lips gliding down, his mouth trailing down over her belly… His tongue dipped into her narrow belly-button before he slid his face down between her slim thighs. Soon, he was kissing and licking the pink lips of her womanhood. She giggled at first, as if his tongue was tickling her. In a few moments, though, she let out a surprised “Ooooh,” and her eyelids kinda fluttered. “Now this is where we’re gonna stick our cocks, of course,” Tagus said, nodded towards Chially’s exposed pussy. “But you gotta make sure she’s good and wet first. It’s better for breeding, and only polite. Only a sadist or rapist fucks a dry cunt… That’d hurt her, and we don’t want that, right?” I anxiously nodded my understanding. From what I could see, Chially looked pretty wet already. The little slit of tender coral-colored flesh between her plump pussy lips was glistening and damp. Tagus now stuck his tongue inside this slit and lashed it up and down. “Umm!” he exclaimed. “Sweet as a summer melon! Damn, I never knew elf could taste so good.” Then, he used his thumb and forefinger to spread the cunt lips apart. At the top of her gash was a bright pink, fleshy hood… And underneath it, a tiny pink nubbin like a little flower bud. “Now this here’s the clitty,” he instructed me. “When you’re dealing with a woman, this is the most sensitive part. It can bring her lots of pleasure… But you gotta be gentle, it’s delicate.” Tagus stuck his tongue out and swiped it around the nubbin before circling in to finally lick the little clitty itself. Chially’s eyelids started to flutter again. Her hips arched, she knotted her little hands in Tagus’s hair and ground her crotch into his face. After a moment, she pulled back… Her cute little face scrunched up in worry. “Master,” she whispered. “I’m so sorry, I had no permission to do that!” Tagus just laughed. He pulled his face up, and there was clear girl-juice on his lips and dripping from his beard. “Relax, wench,” he told Chially. “I take no offense. You’re just helpin’ me to show Gef how to get a gal juicy.” He turned to me, grinning. “We got a real responsive one here, Gef. I’d be lying if I told you all ladies are as easy to get heated up as this little elven cunt. But we’re gonna have a lot of fun with our Chially, I reckon… Look at that pussy now.” So I did. Her womanhood seemed even pinker than before, the lips swollen and the insides shading to a ripened red color. The little clitty was sticking out proud. A trickle of Chially’s clear lubrication ran down out of the slit, dripping down over her pink little asshole. “Let’s see how open you are, then,” Tagus said to her. “You have to be wet enough.” He stuck one of his meaty fingers up between her pussy lips and into the dripping opening. “Tight,” he said. “But she’s so wet, I think we’ll—Whoa!” he exclaimed, his eyes going wide. He probed and pressed his finger in again, wriggled it slowly a bit. “Well,” he continued. “I should have guessed. Chially, you’ve never had a man’s prick in you, have you?” “No, Master,” she answered, shaking her head. “Ah,” he said. “I thought with working around the ranch, it might’ve ripped somehow or another, even if she’d never lain with any man. But no… It’s still in there.” “What is?” I asked. “Her maidenhead,” he explained. “It’s just a little seal of flesh, really. Noble maidens put a lot of worth on it, but it’s just a trifling thing, to be honest. But Chially’s has to be rended. And there’s only one quick and decent way to do it: a hard, strong prick.” He bent down over the elf girl, grabbed her skim, pale legs, and spread them wide. Then, he eased on top of her and held her legs to his muscular, hairy chest so that she was kind of bent under him… With her little pink pussy completely exposed and vulnerable to his thick, wide cock, now poised only inches from her nether lips. “There’s no point in being gentle, wench” he told her. “The quicker this is done, the better. Might sting a bit, though.” Tagus’s thick, angry-looking prick with its big mushroom head was poised at the entrance to Chially’s little cunt… Like a fleshy battering ram about to rip her maidenhood asunder. I felt a little frightened on her behalf. For the first time, I was having serious second thoughts about this whole idea. But Tagus wasn’t going to give anyone time to reconsider. He used his hand to wiggle his cock, getting the thick head nestled good and well between the lips of Chially’s slit… And then, with a loud grunt and a powerful thrust of his steely buttocks that left them dimpled from the exertion— He speared her on his manhood. One instant, his hot, throbbing “serpent” had been pulsing in the open air outside of her. The next—it was buried fully in Chially’s little belly. Her maidenhead had been ripped away in a flash. Her golden eyes went wide; she trembled and bit her lip. “Ughh,” she moaned. “Owwww…” “If she’s a virgin,” Tagus explained, “It’s gonna hurt at first. Usually does, girl-pussy virgin or boy pussy…” I wasn’t sure I’d heard him right. Perhaps he was mixing up his words, too lost in lust. Girl-pussy virgin or boy? So it hurt for a male to fuck a girl’s pussy the first time, just like a girl’s first time hurt? Or did he mean some males had pussies? Maybe out west? No, makes no sense… I figured I’d work up the courage to ask him later when he was less distracted and more apt to talk straight. Heck, maybe he was talking straight and I was so horned up and anxious I was hearing things wrong myself… “Now, I’ll just hold it in for a little bit, let her get accustomed…”Tagus continued. “I’m hoping it won’t take long. Elves are more resilient than humans, so…” Chially nodded. “Yes, Master. Please forgive my weakness. I am now ready for your breeding.” “They’re nice and submissive, too,” Tagus chuckled. “Are you really all right, Chially?” I asked her. “Yes,” she said. “No hurt anymore, just… oooh… so full.” Tagus slid out slowly; I moved over to one side so that I could get a better view of their coupling. His thick cock, wet with her juices, kept sliding out slowly. Her soft pussy lips clung to his cock on the outstroke until, with a little plop, the ridge around the head of it could be seen just outside of those lips. The, he slid it in again, this time very slowly. “Ooooh!” Chially moaned “Ummm!” Tagus exclaimed, as if savoring the delicious sensation. “Gods of west and east, that nice. Never been inside a girl-hole so hot and tight. Your momma’s lucky I never knew Chially felt so good to be inside while she was alive… Your momma had a real cock-snapper on her, Gef, but nothing compared to this elf cunt!” He pulled out and drove in again, pushing in deep until his hairy balls were nestled in the smooth, pale crack of the elf girl’s ass. He pulled out—drove in—out—in— Going faster, building up a rhythm that was punctuated by the fleshy KLOP-KLOP-KLOP of his fucking. Chially was making a mewling noise like a kitten in heat, squirming underneath him. I could barely see her under his big, tan, sweaty body. It was incredibly exciting to watch… But I felt a little pang of jealousy in my stomach. As I watched Tagus covering my little Chially with his big, powerful, hairy body… As I got a glimpse of her face, mouth agape, eyes slitted in bliss at the mating he was giving her… My eyes darting back and forth between both of them… What strange sensation was in churning in my gut and making my cock ache? I want to be on top of her instead of him, obviously. I’ve admired her gentle beauty for ages. Impatience, pure and simple; I want to fuck her NOW. I took a deep breath and told myself to hold on to my instincts, that I would be in that breeding saddle soon enough. My own cock jerked involuntarily, and I was leaking clear gunk myself now… Man was I horned up. In a good way that made me warm and tingling all over, like being on a high hill just before a summer thundershower. But maybe, I told myself, I wouldn’t have to wait long. After a minute, Tagus was already panting hard, and had a pained look on his face like he was losing control. If he’d been waiting since my mother’ed passed for relief, no wonder he now looked like he was about to drop a gallon’s worth of seed-milk from those heavy bull-balls of his! He was really gasping now, like he'd been sprinting to chase a rogue wyvern. “Now, when you’ve taken a female to wife… uhh… you’ll want please her well. Make sure she cums once, twice… whew… or more… huh… before you seed her womb. That’s only… uhh… considerate. But, when you’re out for pure…oof… breeding, best not to hold back… Need to let the seed flow… ummm… naturally. Chially’s basically a prettier form of livestock, so…” Tagus started to really slam his cock into Chially, shaking her tiny body each time he plowed in deep. I heard her hissing little pants, and his rhythmic grunts… It almost was like two animals going at it. But Chially was much prettier than some cow or sow, I had to admit. And I’d never watched a bull in rut as intently as I did Tagus as he covered her, I had to admit. “When you’re getting…ughh… close,” Tagus advised. “Gotta go in deep.” His hands were under her little ass now, cupping her cheeks as he drove into her, as if he was trying to hold her pussy as tightly onto his plunging cock as it would go. And still he rutted into her little pink cunt, faster and faster… His powerful ass driving his cock into a raging blur. “UGGGH!” Tagus shouted. “Demons’ balls, I can’t hold back anymore! You ready for the seedin’, wench?” “Yes, Master!” Chially cried out. “Uh, Uh…” "YESSSSSS!" Tagus roared as her answer made his dick swell. “Fuck! Gef, watch me!” He commanded me. “UGGGH! I’m holding it inside her real deep and… SHIT! HERE IT COMES!” Tagus powerful legs were spread a little so that I could see his wide cock buried up to the hairy balls in Chailly’s little hole. I swear I saw those huge balls tighten, then his ass clenched once, twice, three times… And each time he let out a low moan. I watched, fascinated… Because I knew that each time his butt clenched up, he was spewing another bolt of thick seed into Chially’s womb. Into her. Gods yes, of course. And that was one of the most exciting things I could imagine… The MOST exciting thing would be MY cock shooting MY seed in there. I could hardly wait. Four, five, six times Tagus’s ass clenched. Near the end he pulled out a little, and I thought I saw the tube on the bottom of his plundering manhood swell as one final gush of male fluid was pumped into Chially’s receptive body. “So much, so hot, Master,” Chially cooed, smiling. Tagus was sagging over the elf girl now, panting like he'd run hard for an hour. “Gods, Gef,” he sighed. “She may lack experience, but that little hole of hers is… Well…” He pushed himself up and into his knees, slowly dragging his spent cock out of Chially’s oozing pussy. I watched it sliding out like a fleshy serpent until it relinquished the hole with an audible “plop.” His cock was mostly erect, coated with a creamy glaze of their combined fluids. He massaged the underside of the shaft and another drop of pearly cream ran from his cock-slit to stretch in a gooey rope to the floorboards. Meanwhile, I could see a little droplet of white fluid running from the bottom of Chially’s cunt, dripping down towards her little pink rosette of an asshole. “Damn,” Tagus gasped. “I hadn’t shot off in ages. My balls were ready to burst. And yet barely a trickle’s leaking out of her.” He looked intently at Chially. “Did your womb suck up all the rest of that seed, slave?” Chially nodded, smiling serenely. “Yes, Master. To make the babies.” Tagus laughed. “Never underestimate an elf! I got a good feeling about this breeding, all right.” He turned to me. “What you waiting for, Gef? I got her primed for ya. Plow away. Don’t worry about lasting long, these balls of mine are still heavy, I’ll be eager to jump in for one or a few more.” He moaned under his breath, still stroking his big cock very slowly, as if just enjoying the tension of the moment. “Huh?” I had to shake my head to clear it. I was transfixed on Chially’s well-used pussy, and I couldn’t help stare as one more drop of Tagus’ s heavy seed ran down towards her ass. Tagus moved aside, and Chially was smiling up at me, her legs spread wide, and her pink, moist, just-fucked gash beckoning to me. My own cock was so hard it was almost standing up straight, practically touching my belly! And yet, it was important that I ask her something, first. “Do you want ME to breed you, Chially?” I asked, looking into her golden eyes for… something. I wasn’t sure what. She smiled broadly. “Of course, Gef,” she purred. “I mean, Master Gef. Please… Seed me.” Gods! This meant so much to me… And made the process even hotter for me, if that was possible. That smile she had on her face now… The smile of my best friend and foster sibling, who I’d grown up with, horsed around with, bonded with. My dear little Chially. And she wanted me to FUCK her and BREED her. She really wanted it! “Never keep an elf wench in heat waiting,” Tagus said from behind me. He shoved my lower back… And I fell forward, practically on top of Chially. I caught myself, but my rigid, throbbing cock slapped her tight little belly. I was frozen for a second. I felt the soft skin of Chially’s girlish midriff on my cockhead… While something warm and hot and sticky slapped my left ass-cheek from behind, and I realized it was Tagus’ s still erect manhood. “Uhh…?” I jerked in surprise, and the feeling of Tagus’s spongy cockhead on my behind was quickly gone. Poked me by accident, I thought, and almost sighed. From relief, of course. “Gef!” my stepfather sighed. “Do I gotta put it in for ya? What the Hells, might as well.” I guess Tagus thought I needed some more help, because, before I even knew what was happening, he had reached out with one rough-skinned hand and grabbed my cock… His hand was so big that my aching balls were actually supported in his palm while his fingers wrapped around my shaft to guide it home… Positioning it at the slick entrance to Chially’s womanhood. As he did so-- I shifted forward just a little… And my cock slid forward and up into her belly, burying itself inside her girlish hole before I’d even been able to react. Her pussy felt wonderful. Wet, hot, soft… yet tight, muscular, gripping my cock. I felt her insides kinda twitch and grab onto my prick hard for a second. I jerked in surprise, and Chially laughed… Like she’d meant to do that. “Don’t just lay there, Gef,” Tagus scolded me. “Start moving in and out. Give her a proper fuck and seed her soon as you feel the sap rising in your loins. It’s your first time and pounding a pussy that tight, no one expects you to last long.” So I eased my hips up, pulling my cock slowly out… and then slowly sank back in, allowing myself to really enjoy the wet friction this time. She was so wet and hot, so damn juiced up inside! I realized that some of that wetness was from Tagus’s seed, my own smaller cock now soaking in his essence as well Chially’s… And the thought made my cock jerk inside her. “Oooh,” Chially sighed. “Master Gef, your cock’s rubbing the very top of my pus—Oh!” she moaned. As I withdrew and slid it in again, I leaned down and whispered, “I’m sorry, Chially. I know my cock’s shaped a little funny and curves up like that.” “Noooo…” she sighed. “Gef… I mean Master… It feels kinda good.” She leaned her head up and I felt her fluttering lips kissing my neck, and she whispered: “I need you to go faster, though.” So I pulled out and slid into her sheath again, burying it deep. Out and in, pull and thrust… Building up a quickening rhythm with my hips. I’d never done this before, but my body seemed to know the routine. I guess maybe I had a little bit of the stud instinct in me, after all… Just another male animal needing a good rut, mastering the female under me. She wasn’t moaning loudly or rolling her head like she had been with Tagus, but our mating was of a gentler kind and I was quite enjoying it. The air was filled with the SLAP-SLAP-SLAP of sweaty flesh-on-flesh as we became fully absorbed in our mating. Finally, I was focused soley on this task of mating and breeding with her. Almost solely… I ignored a wet, fleshy sound in the background that echoed the same rhythm as our fucking, a fainter slap-slap-slap and a series of deep masculine moans. Then, a creak of boards, shifting weight, weight settling down close and the heat of another body near our faces… All of a sudden, Chially’s slender legs clamped around my butt; her little hands were on my back, her nails digging in like she was a cat in heat. “It’s time, Gef,” she cooed in a reassuring voice, stroking my hair. “Let it go in me.” Her familiar voice urging me on drove me to pound her harder and faster, as her pussy began to spasm, pulsing around my cock. It was as if I was being milked by merciless silken hands… Her sheath squeezed and stroked my plunging prick, as if trying to knead it into submission. “Eeee!” Chially exclaimed, her pussy clenching so hard that it almost squeezed me out completely on one outstroke. Now crazed with lust, I just grunted and drove my cock home again with a brutal thrust… Intent on showing this spasming cunt who was Master! My hips were working so fast now, my cock working furiously in her pussy, as if I were a mating machine… And yet, as Chially’s spasms of pleasure finally died down… As her warm, soft sheath relaxed around my aching shaft… I still hadn’t shot my seed. Oh, I NEEDED to shoot, that was for sure. My cock was throbbing with the need for release. My balls were so tight they hurt; they felt like they were being crushed in an ogre’s fist. It was funny; I’d been so horned up to begin with… But now, for some reason I didn’t want this to end; even though it was starting to get painful from the incredible pressure of the seed which had built up inside my body. Why was I holding back? I guess I just want this mating with Chially to last forever, like I couldn’t believe that it would ever happen again. But I felt like something was missing. Some final step… Why? The fleshy SLAP-SLAP-SLAP continued nearby. I turned my head to look when Chially grabbed my chin. Panting slightly, she’d now descended from her own climax. Now, she gazed deeply into my eyes again. She stroked my hair, then leaned up and kissed me hard, her little pink tongue darting into my mouth. Moved to my ear, whispered: “Want seed?” “I’m trying,” I told her, thinking she was telling me to seed her, which I wanted to but… The SLAP-SLAP-SLAPPING came from barely a foot to my left. Now, both Chially and I turned our heads to looks and saw Tagus kneeling there, working his big angry cock-shaft with both hands, a snarling expression on his face. The reddened eye of the weeping slit in the head of it was pointed at both of our young faces. Chially’s slim hands held my head in place to face my stepfather’s pulsing stallion cock. “Seed,” she purred, opening her mouth wide and wriggling her tongue playfully. “Heavens and Hells, Gef!” Tagus growled. “Sorry but it’s been too damn long. Going blow again. A Westerman don’t spill his seed… Fuck,” he gritted his teeth and bit his lip. “Don’t spill his seed on the ground, as a… matter of honor. I’m gonna hafta cum… uh… fill her mouth or… Shit, son, just get out of the way in your momma’s name!” She knew. Chially may have been “just a slave girl” but she had known what I’d been feeling all night, that my love and lust for her were only half of what had excited me from the beginning. “Gef want some seed?” she asked, and giggled girlishly. “Yes,” I gasped. “Yes, I do Gods damn it.” It felt like a floodgate had burst inside of me. “FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKK… GEF… SON… CAN’T… GAAAAARGH!” Tagus sounded like he was in agony, trying to hold back. Yet still, he scooted closer, until his aching cockhead was inches from our mouths. Chially and I had heads turned, our young faces cheek-to-cheek as I was still on top of her, and my cock was still inside her pussy, throbbing. Our mouths were both open to receive the copious meal we knew Tagus was about to feed us. What I now knew I hungered for to complete tonight’s little mating ritual. Still, my stepfather fought against himself, renewing his efforts, clamping one hand down firmly at the base of his cock. “TOLD MOMMA… YOU WERE LOVELY… YOUNG MAN… FUCK!!!!! SHE MADE ME PROMISE… NOT LIKE WESTERMAN… WAYS… NOT TOUCH YOU…” “Always wanted you,” I confessed. “Want to taste you now. Please.” “Let it go…” Chially cooed to him, wriggling her little tongue out again. “Hungry.” Tagus leaned in just a little bit closer. The angry slit in his knobby cock-head was inches away. I did more than wriggle my tongue. I extended it and licked the very tip of his cock, and probed into the forbidden slit, tasting nectar sweet and musky. That did it. Tagus roared and shook. “GRRRRRAAAGHH! SONNN!” He called me son, I thought. My mother had fed me milk as an infant, and now as a young man I was about to be fed another creamy meal from a nurturing body: one to strengthen me for manhood and growth and new learning… To share with the girl who was as close as a sister to me. His fist closed around his cock-shaft right under the glans. He cocked it backed and pumped forward-- His pelvis jerked forward, the tube on the underside of that brutally wide cock suddenly swelled— “EAT!” he howled in furious ecstasy as his first ejaculation came. Time seemed to stop. I wanted to hear that violently loving, orgasmic command of his forever. EAT. Offering the milk of his loins to us. Such a strong provider, my mother had been wise to select him. I actually heard the first thick bolt of cum splootch as it exploded from his piss-slit and shot through the air towards my waiting mouth. I ached for my first taste… But alas, it went a little high of the mark, missing my mouth and hitting Chially just under her right eye beside her pert nose. It splatted there and formed a thick, jelly-like glob of tempting Tagus-seed. This heavy clot of steaming man-seed immediately began to run down her elven face, towards her delicate mouth. I knew she would share. I doubted she would scold me if decided to try and slurp the glob of stepfather-essence from her fair face. But an instant later— Tagus jerked his rough fist on his cock again. “EAT!!!” he roared once more. The tube on the underside of his shaft swelled, his cock-slit flared… SPLURRRTCH! A long jet of seed shot out as Tagus shook like a priest possessed. It was as if the first volley had been but a clearing of the valves… This second shot flowed in a stream that seemed to go on and on, as if he was pissing a torrent of white seed. This time, his aim was true, and the creamy torrent landed on my tongue and filled my mouth. It was hot and salty and thick… Milk of manhood… The taste and smell of Tagus’s essence filling my world for a moment. Right then, I knew I would never really have my fill. I felt myself about to cough and, not wanting to ruin the moment or seem ungrateful, I swallowed loudly. I could feel his some of his cream coating my throat, even as his offering of warm man-milk slid down to my stomach to be digested and nurture me. SPLOOSSH! “FEED!” Tagus grunted. I heard Chially gurgle and realized she’d swallowed the next lance of cum. “SUCK!” Tagus roared. I was unprepared for what happened next. Still in the throes of orgasm, Tagus grabbed my head and crudely jammed my mouth over his cock-head. I couldn’t get the whole thing in my mouth, and I almost choked, but I was instantly grateful when the spongy, musky invader of his manhood unleased another spurt of his cream directing into my mouth. It was thick and forceful enough that I felt a slight burning in one nostril and knew some must be running out of my nose. The taste-smell of it would be with me for days. But I swallowed most of it and suckled for more, probing that slit with my tongue. “SUCKLE! EAT! FUCK!” Tagus growled and panted. “Such a wonderful meal,” I heard Chially coo from somewhere far away, my eyes closed, focusing on the sensations of cock and cum being fed to me. I opened my eyes. Chially was stroking and kneading Tagus’s shaft, reaching down to caress his balls. I saw his balls contract and another gush of seed flowed into my mouth. It was less forceful this time, perhaps slightly thinner and sweeter than the earlier bursts. But still delicious. “Ohhhh,” Tagus sighed. “Don’t anyone say I don’t know how to give the kids a good meal. Squeeze my balls again, girl. Still a little milk in there for my boy, here.” Chially dutifully squeezed each of his testicles in turn and Tagus gasped and sighed. “Wooh! Drink it down. Damn.” The last batch of his essence was thin, but still warm and sweet, like a nurturing tea. I had scarcely swallowed it when Tagus pulled his cock from my mouth. Chially turned to me, smiling, and kissed me deeply. The sensation of her soft mouth, tongue tickling my teeth, mixed with the overwhelming taste of Tagus over all… I sucked on her tongue and kissed her back fiercely. My cock was still aching and hard and inside of her, as it had been the entire time. I didn’t know right now if still I wanted or needed to be the Master or the dominant male animal… But my cock was plunging again into her now unbearably tight pussy. She pulled back and stroked my sweat-soaked forehead. “It’s ok, Gef,” she said. “Just let it go.” I suddenly felt rough hands on my ass, squeezing it, then pushing me hard into her. “Let go for her,” Tagus’s gruff voice whispered in my ear. He then squeezed my balls gently. “We gotta finish the lesson, after all.” “URGGGGH!” I grunted. My balls contracted in Tagus’s grip. Tagus chuckled. “Plow deep and hold deep, son.” My hips thrust down violently, jabbing my cock into Chially’s vulnerable sheath… “Yessssssss…” Chially hissed. I put my hands under her butt just as Tagus had done, feeling those tight globes in my grip, squeezing them hard. “AGGGGGHH!” I bellowed, thrusting down with all my strength, spearing her deep. Pushing in as deep as I could go, as Tagus had instructed… and holding my cock in there, holding it steady. It seemed like every muscle in my body clenched at once. I could actually feel my cock-head kissing the spongy opening to Chially’s womb, aimed perfectly to fill her. A fiery pressure filled my cock, as if molten iron was filling it… I could feel the first blast of steaming seed rushing up my cock, the life-fluid leaving my body… And entering Chially’s womb. I shuddered and mumbled something incoherent. “Fill me,” Chially whispered underneath me. I was already as deep inside her as I could possibly go, but she arched her hips up to meet me just the same. Her actions violently milked the second spurt of seed from my cock. “UGGH!” I grunted. “GODS!” I swore as the second blast of cum pulsed through my cock. My entire body was now locked in the pleasurable spasms of the seeding. The third gush exploded from my body and spurted into Chially, followed by a fourth, a fifth, sixth… I felt light-headed now. I was shaking and moaning and mumbling. I’m sure if I’d seen myself in that moment, I’d have thought I looked like an idiot. “That was wonderful,” I told Chially. “Don’t know why… So hard to get there…” Tagus had stood and moved a short distance away. I heard him laugh and sigh. “Gef, you just needed to have some simple needs met, to get where you wanted to go.” “Yeah, there are some… uhhh… special things I need, apparently,” I said, feeling a little embarrassed. “Things we all need,” Chially said. I kissed her, and she smiled dreamily, still under me. “We’re going to have some interesting breeding lessons, son,” Tagus promised. I perked up. “Really? But I thought trying to breed Chially was the limit of…” Tagus shook his head and walked over to a nearby window. I watched and admired his strong back as he stood, naked, and took what seemed like a minutes-long piss through the window into the yard below. “That would be the limit of what your local custom allows. Your mother wanted me to respect that. But you’re of adult age and your blessed mother is gone. We need to keep this secret and hushed up for now but…” He turned and gave me a feral, hungry grin. “Maybe it’s time to teach these easterners what Westermen know about breeding and pleasure and bonding.” “Gef will be an expert by the time of the Harvest Rite!” Chially exclaimed. Tagus chuckled. “Hells, we haven’t but just gotten started. If we’re doing this the Westerman way… Don’t you think a person ought to know what it’s like to be bred himself before he goes breeding seriously the wifely and marriaging way?” “That sounds like it makes sense,” I said, and Chially nodded. ‘I’m going to be out riding doing errands the next few days,” Tagus said. “When I get back… my balls are going to be aching and I’ll have some good lessons planned. Chially, I’m going need your help with breeding my handsome stepson.” I had a thousand questions I wanted to ask him about that, but Chially distracted me when she kissed me deeply again… and we laughed as Tagus’s drying cum made our lips stick together. TO BE CONTINUED… -
I guess It's no secret that I love DP... The feeling of being completely stretched around two hard cocks pounding raw in me, well... I love it! But obviously some professionals can do one better, and I have to say I find it inspirational - or even aspirational! I wish I could try that... The closest I've come to that was when a rather dominant man was using my double-ended dildo in me and decided to bend it so I had both heads in me - and he slid his raw cock up next to the dildo heads... And yes, that was AWESOME (but also rather challenging), and I guess that means my hole CAN be stretched to accommodate three cocks - if the tops can get their positioning right, because it does seem to require some agility on the part of the two "tops-on-top"... But just LOOK at that picture of three cocks sharing a single hole... My arse is all tingling just thinking about it...
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by SwampRat (6/15/98) There are many levels of hell... and some are more interesting than others. Author's Note: When I first started playing DOOM, I noticed how Cute the Imp's butt was. All the others are nice, but those brown furry cheeks just begged to have more done to them than be peppered with buckshot. As game technology gets better, it gets easier to make things lifelike. I am still hoping for 'Anatomically Correct.' In the dim light, something stirred... groaned. "Well. I see you are awake." A head lifted, bruised. Eyes opened to stare into the gloom. Then winced shit as a harsh light hit them, illuminating a man in battle armor. Torn, scratched, dented, it told of a great fight. The man's arms were chained behind him, barely being held up by poles on either side. "You were a handful to capture alive - but I think well worth it." A cup was held to his mouth, and he swallowed, tasting a light wine. "Were you expecting blood? Something nastier maybe?" A chuckle and he was given another swallow. "Bad press, of course. We don't get the delicacies the Higher-Ups do." A third and he refused any more to drink, instead choosing to glare at the monster. Something was very wrong. Sam had seen enough naked Demons to notice differences. He could have sworn the demon wriggled its hips as it walked back to its desk. Perhaps it was female? The body language suggested it. He struggled a moment more, and then just sagged. Whatever happened, he was pretty much powerless to stop it. The monster sat down, and looked at the man for a moment, then over at something on its desk. A knock came from behind him. "Come" it said. The word, albeit simple, sounded dirty coming from the beast's muzzle. A door creaked and something entered. "Work, Work, Work. Ooooooooo! Who's the new one?" Sam grunted as a clawed hand grabbed his rear, then a brown Imp padded past, eyeing him. Same noted this one was male; very much so! All the other creature he had encountered were neuter - Or as best as he could figure. Not that he had looked, mind you - but curiosity was curiosity. "Mmmmmmmm. Butch." The new imp hissed, licking its lips. "You have something for me?" came a familiar growl. The new Imp turned, its red eyes never leaving the human. "Yeah. Here are the reports on East Sector." It handed a sheaf of papers over, hissing as a big hand rubbed its butt. "We getting him?" it questioned. Sam wanted to be sick. There was no mistaking what this one wanted. "No. We have other plans for him." The new Imp looked petulant, then moved when a big hand swatted its cheeks. "Back to work - Reginald." The monster made a face and padded off, but stopped long enough to wriggle a finger through a hole in Sam's armor and rub him intimately. "I bet you would love to beat me up." It hissed, eyes blazing. Sam jerked and grunted, wanting to do just that. 'Shit! They even made fighting dirty.' His captor licked its finger, grinning. "Reg.." it intoned. "I'm going, I'm going." Then it growled soft and low, "Anytime a hot, hunky male wants to beat on this cute Imp's ass. You just whistle." Then it was gone, leaving the man feeling like he had been slimed. A chuckle hit his ears. "Reg is - enthusiastic. But you know how it is getting good help, especially here." It shrugged and looked the papers over. "Well Samuel Markham. If you wonder why you are here, It's simple. You killed a lot of my brethren, and there was a lot of... discussion about what to do with you. Finally, it was decided to send you to the worst Hell there is for one of your kind - ME." Undressing, it stood and came to him, cock swaying between it's legs. "Reggie is right - you are one butch human." It gripped his crotch, a clawed finger rubbing his cock through the tattered cloth and what was left of his cod-piece, the other hand combing his short hair. Sam growled and shook his head "Go fuck yourself, you goddam faggot demon!" "That's the spirit." It growled back, fondling the human erotically. "You come back in a millennium or two and tell me that, and maybe I will believe it." It squeezed his ass roughly, ripping a hole to slip a finger in and goose the man, growling when the cheeks clenched tightly around its thick finger. "You'd be fun, but you have other places to be." A hoof stomped on a plate in front of him and the floor vanished."Have fun sexy" it said. Then it kissed him and snapped the chains on the poles. Sam plunged into darkness before he could reply. The man spat. He could still feel himself slide down that hairy leg. Struggling as he fell, he was rewarded as he felt the chains part. It took but a moment to rid himself of them. The tunnel he was falling down was starting to get warm, and he looked down at the steel links falling faster than he. His clothes ripped on the walls of the tunnel, leaving shallow scratches that burned. "Shiiiiiiittt!" He yelled, feeling like he had been tossed into a thicket of thorns. He shoved his boots against the tunnel to slow down, hearing them scrape and rip. Suddenly he was in water, and going down deep. Jerking, Sam pulled off his heavy chestplate and kicked for the surface. Within seconds he was gripping a crumbly edge and lifting himself onto his belly, wincing as more cuts and bruises made themselves known. Sam crawled out and sat coughing on the ledge, eyes closed, feeling every abuse done to him over the last few days. He was alive, a minor miracle in itself. "Forget the clothes", he thought, "what was left of them wouldn't make a loincloth. As for my boots..." He tossed what was left of them away, hearing a hiss as they hit lava. Just great! Laying there, he felt his eyelids grow heavy, but now is no time to sleep! "Rest. Relax." Something murmured to him. He woke with a start, feeling pleasure wash over him. "Damn! Thought I was too old for such things." His muscles contracted as another wave came, spurting his seed into. He opened his eyes, and stared into a single green orb, which was set in a much larger red sphere. Its mouth was closed on his erection and it was licking him. He could feel the big, warm organ gripping his dick, making him moan, shiver, and spurt again. Something was wrong as Hell about this. Ok, so he was in Hell, but still... He felt teeth press into the base of his stalk, then the creature floated up, pulling all the cum he had out of him, tongue still wrapped around the head. It grinned at him as he groaned, and began to lick the sweat off his belly, swirled over his balls, stroked his straining erection, keeping it hard. Warm breath ran over his body, as it moved lower, cleaning the sweat and grime from his thighs, giving him a tongue-bath. Sam gritted his teeth, trying not to curse out loud, keeping as still as possible, lest it get any other ideas. "Mmmmm, you humans taste soo goood!" It kissed his dick, then winked and floated off, muttering something about being late for the orgy. He waited until it was completely out of sight before grabbing handfuls of water and washing himself. Never had he felt so - dirty. And his dick refused to go down, waggling at him. "Traitor." He growled at it, then noticed something. He felt really good! His wounds weren't bothering him as much, he wasn't hungry, thirsty or tired. The walls gave off a sickly light as he took stock. No clothes, no weapons, and surrounded by queer creatures who wanted more than his hide. Just fucking wonderful! He stood a moment longer, thinking he had been through worse. But, he couldn't remember when, right off hand. He chose a direction at random and walked away into wherever this was, ready for most anything. Or so he thought. As the human turned a corner he saw a large imp much like the one he had left 'upstairs'. "Shit," Sam muttered, wishing he had something besides a hardon to defend himself with. Shaking the thought off, he noticed there were plenty of fist-sized rocks around. He had to turn in order to find one that was big enough to suit him, and as he grabbed it, he heard a snort. "Mmmmm, nice ass." Sam froze for a moment, then whirled, ready to toss the stone and run. But all he could do was stare. He didn't believe his eyes. The monster stared at him for a moment, gaze sliding between his legs, black tongue licking gilded lips. "You are a hot one." Then struck a classic 'muscle-man' pose, arms curled, hips turned slightly. It moved its bull-like head, flexing, pouting its mouth sensually Gold flashing on its half-closed eye-lids, golden rings gleaming in the light as they moved, piercing horns, ears, nose, nipples and cock. As it moved its body, he could see the hooves had also been painted gold. Fingers caressed furred hips, framing a pair of muscular, rounded butt-cheeks. It squeezed them firmly, one eye winking at its audience. "Like what you see, sexy?" It growled, a faint lisp making it sound stranger than expected. When Sam said nothing, it wriggled its butt at the human, then turned around and slid a clawed hand over its cock, playing with the ring that hung through the pointed tip. Striking another pose, it looked at him with undisguised lust, reaching out. Suddenly it yelped and jumped as a hand smacked its ass! "Hey!" An imp smirked at the monster, who was holding its rear and glaring at the brown creature. "Goldie only likes looking... and being looked at...well, and occasionally jerking off. Don't you Sweets." The Demon huffed, shook its head and clopped off, growling something about its makeup needing to be redone. "Now me, I prefer a good ... " The sound of a teleport pad drowned out whatever the male was going to say. Sam spat on the ground again and walked closer to see three rings inset like a triangle within a couple feet of each other. "Strange," he muttered, walking past the first one. Only to jump when a hand grabbed his butt! "Hey! You." He turned, to see the flash as the imp vanished again. Damn teleport pads! The human stood a moment, both fists cocked, stepping backwards in case it showed its ugly... whatever. And got goosed again! "You sonofa.." He turned again, and again there was nothing there. Sam tried to keep one eye on the left pad, and one on the right pad, half-crouched with both fists ready again, and stepped backwards. He jerked upright with a screech as his nuts were squeezed, his nipples pinched and something hard, thick and dripping rubbed against his butt. "Admit it, you love it." Sam reached back to rip the imp off his back and got empty air. "You, you little..!" For the half hour or so, the human staggered between the three pads, trying to get a fist, foot or anything on the bastard who caressed, kissed, nipped and generally played with his body. All during that time the only sounds was curses and giggles and the hum of teleport pads as the creature lived up to its namesake, always behind him. "Stand still, damn you!" Sam was panting now, winded and dizzy from whirling between the pads, never quite quick enough. It was bad enough he was caressed, nuzzled and kissed, but did it have to comment on his anatomy while doing it? He was tiring, panting hard, and sweaty when he heard the pad go off again. He made a half-turn, then quickly turned back, knowing it would appear in one of the two rings in front of him and when it did. He felt clawed fingers wrapped around his dick, stroking it gently and a tongue slid up his shoulderblade, cleaning it of sweat. "You feel so good in my hand. I bet you would feel even better up my ass." Sam stood, trying to catch his breath, which wasn't easy as part of the problem was it did feel good. He tensed, then threw a left hook that spun him around. He barely caught himself from falling, holding his trembling legs, and gasping for air. "I'll get you yet!" he screamed as he missed. He then stiffened as fingers parted his cheeks and a muzzle was shoved in, giving his anus a long obscene kiss, tongue flickering across the puckered ring, while another clawed hand stroked his dick back to full hardness yet again. Sam roared and jerked upright, about to twist around. "Admit it. you love it." he heard even as the creature dissolved into nothingness. A bite on his butt, a kiss on his balls and one long lick on his dick before the familiar hum, and silence again. Sam shook himself and stood a moment thinking. Then, he threw a hay-maker straight into the chin of the imp who had just teleported in. Whack. "Damn!" he said, rubbing his hand, "You bastards are hard-boned." Then looked at the heap of brown fur a few feet away. "One thing you are right about - I do love beating the crap out of you." Carefully avoiding the outlines in the rock, he walked onward down the path, if that is what it could be called, wincing as the words of the first imp he encountered returned - "Anytime a hot, hunky male wants to beat on a cute imp's ass, just whistle." A noise behind Sam made him whirl. The creature wasn't quite out after all. It groaned, gripping its dick and panted, "Ohhhhhh! Hit me again!" Then came all over its belly and fell back, panting heavily. If Sam had his boots he would have kicked the queer bastard square in the balls. But he didn't, and he wasn't about to put his toes there, despite how tempting it was. He growled and turned again, disgusted with himself. "Damn air, it has got to be the air." He continued on down the path, not listening to the sniggering behind him and ignoring the stare that burned on his bare ass. Sam continued on until he heard yells and screams coming over a ridge. His blood burned as he grimly made his way up, determined to set the souls whose screams he heard free. He stood on top of a hill for a moment, then flung himself down so he wouldn't be seen, lifting his head just enough to watch the goings-on. What he saw overwhelmed him. Men in tattered uniforms hung from poles, hands chained above them. Brown creatures much like the one he had punched intermingled with 'Arnies' - pink-skinned demons with big mouths and muscular that ran in a permanent stoop. An army of them milled around, looking for an unattached body part to suck on, play with or stick between their glistening cheeks. Of course the monsters had dicks, and were busy buggering the keening humans, adding to the noise when they came. Along with this menagerie were 'red balls', licking at the cum the others missed, and 'brown' ones that caressed with their hands and long tongues. This was bad enough, but standing like a king among the court was a huge creature that looked like a brain on a platform, with big metal legs splayed under it. The eyes oozed lust as it stroked a pair of hapless men, taking first one and then the other into its slit of a mouth, sucking them like bottles. He could hear the pleas and moans roll up the hill to him. When they became so exhausted that they hung limp, a red ball would light up and fire a ball of energy into the man, who would scream with pleasure and become stiff again. This was truly Hell - never being able to stop cumming. The last straw was a monster who looked like its mother had screwed a machine. Its cock was a massive, life-like (if you are an elephant or a draft horse) dildo, while its left hand was more plain (if a twelve-inch long, three-inch thick, vibrating plastic penis could be called ordinary). It marched around stuffing its twin members into anything that moved, making them shriek, howl and wriggle. It was almost too much and he fervently wished for a shotgun to kill the bastards, or at least release them from their torment. For every human down there was a truly a zombie, their eyes glazed over in death, but unable to die; playthings for the perverted creatures. He carefully crawled back down the hill, standing in time to hear a noise come from above him. One of the 'Arnies' was staring down at him, drool running down its big jaws. Three steps of those chicken-legs and it had him. He stifled the screams and yells as best he could as it munched on his ass, balls and whatever else would fit in a mouth the size of a 55-gallon drum. Its tongue shoved his cheeks apart and wormed into his pucker. For a moment it felt so good he didn't want it to stop. Then he caught himself. "What the hell was going on here?" he thought. First the brown thing, then the orgy, and now this."Get your goddam tongue outta my asshole, you fucking queer bastard!" Silence followed the outburst, cut only by the slobbers and grunts of the creature who had no intentions of stopping. The fact that it was shoving still more thick, wriggling tongue up Sam's butt only confirmed his suspicions. The creature moved one 'hand' around to grip his cock, stroking it while it teased his prostate. He could only moan and take it, caught in the creature's vise-like grip. Then a noise caught his attention. He turned his head. On the ridge were all the creatures that had been down below. Not even the collective gaze of the former soldiers staring at him could stop the orgasm that burned from his ass-hole, through his spine and kicked him in the head. He howled like a dog in heat, spurting cum like a broken firehose, jet after jet splattering loudly on the rocky terrain. Then he heard the comments... "Did you see how much he came?", "I wonder how many times he can do it.", "I could sleep with that cock buried up my ass anytime", "Look at those hard nipples! I'll bet they are sensitive to caresses and nips", "I would love to lick the sweat off those balls.", "I would shove my muzzle between those sweet cheeks and not come up for air for a month!" "Damn, you guys are making me horny!" There was a chorus of laughs after that one bounced off the walls. Worse was the applause, sprinkled with cruel catcalls, wolf whistles and offers of 'muzzle-rides'. Sam couldn't help the blush rising over his face, Angry and embarrassed. "Did you see that?", "Bet he hasn't done it before." , "Hey sweets, you ever had your cock sucked on until you passed out?" Sam turned, now free to look down the slope. A deeper voice growled, "Ever stick your cock up someone's ass? Or had one in yours?" This was too much! He turned and gave them both barrels, finger-wise. "Screw you All, buncha queer faggot bastards!" There was another silence, giving Sam enough time to remember where he was, the state of undress that he was in and who he was telling off. A growl came from the group, scaring him badly though it had nothing to do with anger. The delude-welding monster grinned lustily. "Think you are up to it stud? Who would you like to have that big dick in first?" As one, the brown demons fell to their knees and began licking their lips. Bull-like humanoids turned, grabbing nearby zombies. The dildo-demon squatted and slid it's vibrating 'hand' up between its cheeks, groaning as the thick thing was pushed in deeply, moving its hips with lust as it screwed itself. Half of the Arnies played with their cocks, tongues hanging to the ground. The other half were squeezing their asses and wriggling obscenely. After a minute or so, they stopped and turned back to stare at the lone human. "Can't make up your mind? It is hard to decide, isn't it." Sam took a step backwards and stopped suddenly, making his dick slap his belly. One of the imps moaned at the sound. "I love dick first thing in the morning. It is morning, isn't it?" The others nodded and grinned. He took another step back, and almost fell, and instead decided to risk it and turn around. Which brought another collective growl of lust. "Or maybe a pair of muscular buns, hot and sweaty to lick and caress." Another chorus of growls made him decide to move just a little faster. "Fresh meat." he heard one of them say. While another chorused it. He decided that the better part of valor was not to have his ass reamed by fifty or sixty horny demons and turned a walk into a semi-controlled fall down the hillside. "Fresh meat!" echoed from many voices behind him, along with growls and pants and still more comments on his butt. The sound bayed him as he ran back the way he came, a virgin rabbit before horny hounds. "Shit!" he panted, seeing an all-too-familiar brown form standing in the path. "Well... back for more?" Sam didn't even slow down. He lowered his shoulder, and tackled the imp, shoving them both through a portal. There was a flash and some nausea as they suddenly reappeared someplace else, rolling head over butt for a few feet and then lying, locked in each others arms. "Mmmmm... It feels like you are happy to see me." The monster rubbed its body against his cock, throbbing as it squeezed his ass and panted a little. Sam could do nothing but wheeze and take it, actually happy it was only one imp. Even when it rolled him over and straddlled his legs, and then proceeded to take his dick into its ass. "Ohhhhhh, I love humans! Your cocks are soooo.." The creature arched, sinking fully, taking the man to the hilt. Sam's eyes bugged out a little - he had never felt anything so tight and warm clinging on his rod before. Clawed fingers raked his chest and belly gently, as it bounced slowly and then faster on him. "Move for me human. Arch your hips up. I want every last thick inch inside my hot ass!" The man could do nothing as his hips moved, pushing up to meet the imp's furry butt, feeling it squeeze him erotically. Then the teleporter went off, and he groaned. Then groaned louder as a tongue lavished over his balls, licking at his cock as it slid in and out. Again it sounded, and again and again... "Oh Crap! they found me." he heard himself think. Actually an army of imps had found him. Fingers and tongues ran over his sweaty flesh, pulling his hands into furred crotches to fondle hard, throbbing cocks. "Cum in me." The one hunching over him growled. "Cum for us." The others chorused. They worked him over, stroking, sucking, kissing his flesh, Chanting "Cum!" every few thrusts. The chain broke as one shuddered, spewing hot sticky sap on his body, which was eagerly cleaned up by another. Then another came, and another. Then the one who rode him arched up and exploded, ass trying to eat his dick, sucking on it so strongly he came twice, balls munched on and sucked on and rolled with a warm tongue, basting them in saliva. Everything stopped for a long, cum-soaked moment, then they all gave out a moan and fell on Sam, hugging whatever bit of skin was theirs and becoming still. As Sam got his breath back he inhaled the smell of male bodies, semen,saliva, and whatever else was in the air with great gulps, until he could move again. Snores and grunts came from those around him as he struggled. "Damn, I think I would rather be bitten and mauled." The teleporter went off again and in the light he could see a tall demon, again like the one at the desk. It clopped over and looked at him. "Well... I heard some noises coming from here and thought I would see what was going on..." It grinned, dick swaying between it's legs as it bent to run a large hand over the pile. "Looks like you were the main course." Sam couldn't even so much as flip the creature off. Then again - after the last time, he wasn't sure he wanted to either. It reached under a grunting brown furry hump, and rubbed his balls, making him jerk a little, feeling them get hot and swelling in the demon's hand. The imp was pulled off, growling loudly at the intrusion but quieting when another dick replaced the man's. Fingers curled around his cock and again he felt the heat, this time seeing the green glow, and feeling himself stiffen. Then it lifted him up and cradled him, clopped back to the transporter. "Let's go someplace more private." The lips kissing his abused cock were the last things he remembered. Sam awoke to someone snoring. He was about to yell something about keeping the noise down when the events of the previous day came back. As if that wasn't bad enough, he had a mouthful of chest, with nipple. His balls were being crushed in a clawed hand and what could only be described as a horse-cock was jammed between in his butt cheeks, the head touching his hole. The man involuntarily contracted his cheeks, anus puckering up at the very idea of being humped. Which got a groan, a wave of pain from his abused nuts and hairy legs shoved up, thick meat pushing insistently at his rear orifice. "You ain't putting that up my ass!" he intoned as he got up, determined to get away before the monster awoke. "Got a problem, sexy?" Oh joy. A red ball floated into view, and drifted around him. "I see... and I bet you are a virgin." it chuckled. Sam sat upright, and was about to cuss the creature out when it chuckled and winked. "It's ok sexy. Here - let me help." The air charged and the ball glowed, then hissed and spat a ball of energy straight at Sam! There was no way he could dodge, but instead of horrendous pain, there was that feeling of well-being.. Especially between his legs. A tongue probed his cheeks, licking his anus erotically. Then it wriggled inside him, lubing his passage. "Ohhhhh." He moaned, feeling something bigger stretch him.. It hurt for a moment, then another hiss and another fireball and he was slowly sitting down, taking the length easily. The demon groaned, waking up. "John, what you doing here?" The green eye winked at Sam, who winked back as he reached for the big nipples.. "Helping you ream out a newbie." The demon hissed, gripping the man's cheeks, shaking his head.. "Damn! No wonder you are so tight.." The man lay back as his monstrous lover slowly pulled out and pushed into him, the red ball finding his jutting cock to suck on. "Besides, we have met before.. and he still tastes great!" Everything after that was a haze. He felt movement around him, was fed, washed, and fucked by so many different creatures he didn't even try to remember them all. Of course he also had his share of mouths, tongues, butts on his body, finding a special thrill when someone groaned under or in front of him, begging for his semen. The final memory was this dark-eyed bull-like male and a red-eyed imp who took him into their bed, and into their arms for a long time. Sam woke up and groaned. "What a horrible nightmare!" No more garlic, onion and anchovy pizzas for me! He got up, stumbled to the bathroom and emptied bowels, bladder and sinuses. Washed, he decided it was too early to get up and stumbled back to bed. He had no more than gotten comfortable when big hands pulled him close to a hoary body, one sliding down to rub his crotch. A deep, ugly but somehow familiar voice came out of the darkness.. "Mmmmmm. I don't know how you do it!" Teeth bit at his shoulder as something big and warm spread his cheeks. A moment's resistance and then the head opened him up and slid inside, his cock swelling in response. "You were such a hit at the orgy yesterday - taking on any and all comers. I damn near had to drag you away!" A thrust and he moaned, unable to make any other sound as the big dick slid deep into his ass. "Of course there were others who were very reluctant to part with your anatomy. I admit that your wearing that harness and that steel collar just set off your hunky body so well. I would have been tempted tosSteal you, that is, if I didn't own you already. And the offers I got... I can tell you Grunt. There are going to be a lot less demons wanting human blood in favor of human cock, let me tell you." Another grunt as he was shoved roughly on his belly, and held.. "So! You two started without me.. again." A petulant hiss came from his left. Light blinded him a moment.. "You snooze, You loose." Came from above him with a chuckle that vibrated his entire body. Sam saw a familiar creature, brown fur, red eyes and swishy step. "If you don't hurry up, I will make him cum on the sheets." The imp squealed and quickly came to the bed, lust evident in every movement. "Get him up love.. you know where I want that cock!" It got on all fours and rubbed its furry butt against him as the monster above pulled him upright. Clawed fingers rubbed his erection between the hairy mounds, then pushed it In, making their owner squeal and wriggle. "He may not be the biggest, but he is definitely the best!" Another chuckle from the demon. "You think so, Reg?" A hand slapped Sam's ass and like a startled horse he lunged forward, burying his length into the imp, balls slapping its firmly. "Ohhhh.. You bet Sir! I wish we could get him into the office somehow, but I know we would Never get any work done." T he Baron Demon pulled the man's hips back, pushing forward until the smooth ass was firmly against his crotch. The imp growled and shoved back, making their scrotums thump together. Sam jerked, squeezing the big log inside him and squirted a little pre-cum. "You do that again and I will be cumming!" Fingers reached around to play with the Imp's cock, both monsters moving, keeping the man trapped between them. "Damn, I love your tight human ass." The big one growled, lifting it's human slave's chin and kissing him deeply. "I love your human cock in my ass!" the creature gasped, gripping the bed, riding it's lover's stiff rod. Sam could neither think nor move, being pummeled from both ends.. He rode the crest of pleasure to orgasm, hearing twin snarls as he milked the cum from one cock and spewed his own into another's ass. Flames burned him, keeping his stamina up through two.. three.. four orgasms. He rode the demon to exhaustion, and fucked the imp to oblivion. "Well - I guess I will have to make breakfast... again." He pulled free of the imp, smacking his still hard cock across its butt, getting a pained moan. Then pushed back, rubbing his body against the bigger one, shoulder brushing the big nipples, squeezing the soft dick inside him. The Baron fell onto its side, breathing deeply. "You two think you can clean up the bed, and get in the shower, Or shall I call the office and tell them a human fucked your balls off and you won't be in today." Sam grinned, gripping said nuts until they writhed and promised to make the bed and get in the shower. He hopped up, heading for the kitchen. "We have got to get more of them." The imp panted, slowly getting up and pulling the sheets he had scummed up. The demon nodded, rolling off the bed and gathering the cloth to toss it in the laundry basket, putting a clean one down. "I am not sure I could survive two horny humans." They staggered to the shower, holding each other up. The man laughed as he listened, making breakfast. Thank goodness they ate 'normal' food. Of course compared to 'complete, nutritious meals in a bar', Also known as 'shit' because of what it resembled and tasted like, he could have gotten used to Arnie steak. Plus, having creatures fall to their knees begging to worship his body was really good forthe ego. Upside, he was just another grunt, not even considered handsome. So he had to take it in the ass once in a while. He had gotten a lot worse from dipshits who didn't know squat about situations outside their cushy desk-jobs. Of course cooking with a lava flow required some getting used to, but he managed. "Hey Limp-Dicks! Breakfast is ready." Then went to the door of the strange house and waited.. A few yards away a teleporter pad went off with it's usual light-and-sound show, and a brown form appeared, carrying a sachel. "Paper, handsome." Sam could get used to going naked all the time. The radiation from the walls was giving him a nice all-over tan, His feet were calloused enough to stand on the hardest rock and no boots to pinch or cramp his toes. The Imp rubbed it's body against his, panting heavily. Then it put the sachel to one side and knelt to nuzzle his dick, kissing it, fondling it. "Will you be in later to abuse me? I love the way you throw a right-cross." The man had to shake his head.. He had been beating up on Imps for years it seemed like and none had come back for more. That is, until now. Then lips were on his cock-head, teeth nibbling, fingers caressing his balls in such a way he knew he wouldn't last. Semen exploded from his hard cock, sucked down hungrily, tongue lashing the tip of his dick to make it spew harder. Sam finally had to hold onto the creature's shoulders as it inhaled him to the roots, stripping him. One last kiss on his balls and a promise of what it would do when it returned, and the imp was gone. The human collected the paper and walked back in. "Paper, sir." The baron pulled him close and kissed him. "Thank you Samuel." There were times to be formal, and times to not be.. And when a big hand squeezed his ass, with a burning touch, a muzzle opened to slide a tongue into his mouth and french-kiss him hard enough he swooned, was definately not the time. "Ready to go Reg?" The imp growled, stroking itself, and nodded. Then danced away when the human reached down.. "Want me to take care of that for you?" The creature panted, and shook it's head, looking up at the Baron Pleadingly - "We have to find a way to get him in the office." The demon nodded, grunting as Sam stroked it's half-hard cock."Once in a while it could be arranged.." It leaned over and growled huskily, "How would you like to lay me over my desk and fuck my ass while an imp sucked on our balls." All the man could do is nod vigorously and stroke the hardening dick a little faster. Reginald laughed. "Looks like we are both going in with hard-on's. You should hear the comments among the Lesser Demons - they all want their own hunky human to service.." The bigger monster groaned. We would never get anything done. We would have to ask for more staff." His dark eyes lit up as did his hands and he gripped Sam, lust-fire burning the human into cumming all over the thick cock and balls until they literally dripped. The imp was on his knees, catching any excess, licking the man's cock-tip until it shone. "Now let them talk, you rest. We will bring dinner home, so relax and fill those balls so we can drain them far into the night." They both kissed the panting human and left. Sam could barely stand, decided it's wouldn't be too humiliating to crawl to the bedroom. Having just made it when a knock came on the door. A head appeared at the doorway. "Mmmmmm.. The smell of fresh cum get me all excited. I hope you don't mind - I brought a friend." A creature that looked like a Lizard in leather grinned at him, turning it's head back and forth, making it's gold nose-ring sway. "You really into males?" it said, licking it's black lips and stroking the imp's dick. Sam nodded, eyes widening in surprise as it leapt clear across the room, to squat beside the bed and lick his cock. "We had heard rumors but.. you know how that goes." It got up on the bed, sliding his cock through its nose-ring, kissing the stalk to the base. Then with a slurp, it sucked his balls on, sharp teeth biting on his nuts, but gently. The man groaned, arching up right into the imp's mouth. He looked over at the mirror on the wall in time to watch it's cock disappear under the lizard's stubby tail. 'Just what I need - more horny monsters...' The End?
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This story is about an 18 year old falling in love with a mysterious teen. It’s mainly fantasy/adventure with elements of sex but sex is not entirely the main point. Chapter 1 —- encounters It was a gloomy Thursday afternoon in our town of Greensburg, Virginia; the rain has just stopped and the roads outside were wet and trees and their leaves were holding on to the remaining water that has ceased to fall a few minutes ago. I was just seated in a booth at my father’s small diner a few miles out of town while I enjoyed reading a book while drinking my milkshake. It’s already September and school should have started a few weeks ago but one thing to know about me about other things is that I’m homeschooled so my dad has pretty much taken over my education and with me being an above average student (not that I’m a genius or anything, more or less just someone who doesn’t fail and gets good grades more often than your average joe) I spend most of my mornings covering lesson plans and worksheets with my dad while I spend most of the afternoon hanging out in my dad’s diner called Fred’s which was named after my dad’s father Frederick Meyer hehe. Sometimes I help out the wait staff too if necessary. Well, as I was enjoying my milkshake two guys caught my attention as they entered the diner, they took their time to wipe off the excess water from their shoes in the entry matt and they took the booth right across me giving me a full view of them both. What drew my attention to the two guys was how good looking they both were, one was a dark haired guy with a neat and clean hair cut, piercing green eyes who was about my age and was a little bit taller than more or less he should be either 5’10 or 5’11 and underneath his leather jacket should be a trim and fit torso though I haven’t had the chance to actually see what’s underneath those layers of clothes he has on. His face is just magnificent and utterly masculine - chiseled jaw with the right combination of lips, nose, cheekbones that’s utterly to die for; smooth face with no trace of any facial hair. The man seated in front of him seems to be his dad or uncle they look quite alike, this guy is one hell of a looker just like the teenager, the Middle aged guy has dark brown hair with dark eyes, should be around 6’0 or 6’1 by the looks of it, his facial features look like they’ve been stolen from a feature magazine, his shoulder is broader than the teenager but he seems to be more muscle than fat, he’s pretty toned by the looks of it; masculine Germanic features like his son and a trace of five or click shadow. Both these guys are “the bomb” and I thought “gosh, they’re so hot I’d do either or even both of them right here! Underneath their tables if they just give me the chance! I’ll give them my cherry too! If they want too!” And as I thought of that the weirdest thing happened, both guys actually looked into my direction scanned me head to toe and dad even gave a slight smirk and both of them went back to talking to each other, it was so creepy! It was as if they read my mind or something! Anyway, a few moments later I went back to reading my book while stealing glances on the two hot shots seated across me. Damn they’re fine. The two guys seem to be in deep conversation but despite how much I’m able to see their lips move, I can’t hear a damn thing, it’s as if they’re whispering. The way they act are so mysterious but nothing out of the ordinary. The Diner has been mainly been a hang out place of local patrons and residents and this is the first time I’ve seen these guys, hopefully they aren’t just tourists or travelers passing by because I’d really love to see them again, especially the hot and mysterious teen. After a few more minutes of ogling the hunks seated across me, I had to bid farewell to the diner, I had soccer practice in a few minutes. I cleaned my booth and said goodbye to the shift manager, Sally, “I’ll be back tomorrow sally!, thanks a bunch” I shouted as I left the door and jogged my way to the local park for soccer practice. Despite being homeschooled, I had some semblance of a social life too, I was a forward for one of the town’s community soccer clubs and we practiced several times a week here at a small field in the middle of the park. I was in the team together with my best friend and neighbor, Leo, he stood 5’11, a few months younger than me, (I turned 18 a week ago), and is quite a stunner too, he had brown hair and brown eyes and a slim toned body, not buff but just the right amount of muscle across his arms, legs, pecs, and abs from what I’ve seen in the changing rooms at the pool and here at the park. He had a teenage masculine face and is very friendly, he goes to the local high school but he went out of his way to make friends with me when he moved into our neighborhood 6 years ago, he’s a great guy and a great friend, he’s actually the first person I came out to 3 years ago and he allayed all my fears and took it like a champ, he has been very supportive of me and treated me no different despite knowing that I’m gay. I arrived at the field a few minutes early and leo was already there, “Hey bro, been here long?” I asked. “Nah, not really maybe just arrived here 5 minutes before you, so how’s it going?, the usual I presumed?” He replied. “Yeah, just read some book at the Diner and here I am now hehe, though I got to tell you, I saw some hot eye candy at the Diner and damn bro, they were hot as fuck!” I enthusiastically replied. “Slow down tiger, “they?” “Eye candy?”” Leo lifted his eyebrows as if to ask for more details.So I told him of the two hot dad-son duo I saw at the diner. Leo laughed a little and said “Gosh, Chris you are so fucking gay!” I softly punched his elbow and laughed with him “Sure, am! Haha” then we talked for a few more minutes and the practice session started as we were divided into two smaller groups. For the next 45 minutes we played a shorter version of the game and we were sweating and panting like hell. After the practice game we all started changing our shirts at the field and it being in a public park no showers were available to all of us would have to take our respective showers at home. As the guys lifted there shirts I can’t help myself and take in the sight of hot and sweaty 16-18 year olds in front of me. Leo nudged me as he saw me space out “You do know that we’re both the hottest and sexiest in the club right?” He said. “Oh really? What makes you say that Leo?”. “Well aside from the fact that we both get the loudest cheers whenever we score a goal or the fact the only the two of us have Facebook fan pages, well let’s just say I have a strong feeling about it hehe” He laughed a bit at that. Well to be honest I do think I’m quite a looker but I’m not that much really, maybe just a little bit above average?, when I look at myself at the mirror I see a light blonde haired, light blue eyed, 5’8 teen with just the right amount of muscle definition whose smooth all over, I’m pretty much very smooth I have pubes (which I trim!) and armpit hair but other than that I’m very smooth all over, not even a single strand on my chest, navel, and ass. “You’re letting your so called “fame” get into your head leo, our Facebook pages barely have 300 likes, 350 tops” I smirked at him. “But for a small town like ours dude! We’re basically celebrities! Right!?” He enthusiastically replied as we started walking the 15 minute trek to our neighborhood. “Whatever you say Leo, I’ve got a feeling you’re gonna be some Class A A-hole of a celebrity if you ever become one!” I laughed and he just slapped my arm as we continued to joke around as we walked through the suburban streets of our town. “I’ll see you tomorrow then?” I told him as we neared our front lawn, Leo’s house was just 3 houses down from ours and my house was the first one amongst ours along the way from the walk from the park. We lived in a middle class borderline upper middle class neighborhood filled mostly of colonial or Georgian, some modern style houses most have3-5 bedrooms, decent size front lawns and even larger backyards, some houses have pools like ours. In general we live in very quiet and some might say well to do neighborhood but people here aren’t snobby or anything, just hard working people that somehow got lucky enough in life to actually climb a little bit out of the middle income trap some even were born to blue collar families, so no snobbery here, people in our neighborhood knew hard work doesn’t always pay and isn’t always enough so all are pretty much aware of how lucky they are. Most families in our area know each other but seldom get together due to business or work related stuff. Anyway, I’m pretty much happy with our neighborhood. I live in a 2-Storey Georgian style house with grey roof tiles and light yellow brick walls. Ever since my mom died 8 years ago, I’ve always thought that our 5 bedroom home was too big for just me and dad but then again, we love it here, nice neighborhood and too many good memories to let go as well. As I entered the house, I called out to my dad “dad!?, I’m home!” “In here son” I heard dad call out from one of the bedrooms in the first floor that has been converted into his office. “Dad is everything alright?” I asked as I saw that he was more stressed than usual. “Yeah, nothing I can’t handle just some work stuff, but it’s gonna be okay” Dad replied as he continued to stare at his laptop and type stuff while I noticed there are more stacks of paper and even some books on his desk. “Okay... if you say so. Do you want coffee? And a sandwich perhaps?” I said. “Yeah that would be great buddy. Thanks, I’m just a little bit swamped right now but I’ll be out in the kitchen in a few” he said. “Okay, ill have your coffee and sandwich ready. Then I’ll start preparing dinner after I take my shower, how’s pasta for tonight?” I said as I looked back at him as I was just about to leave his office. “Pasta sounds great buddy” He said. Dad has always been a gentle and endearing type of guy. He’s 45 and looks very good for his age, well for any age for that matter, I don’t know how he squeezes time at the gym with his schedule but he manages to go at least three times a week and it pretty much shows. My dad, William Rogers is a definite DILF, standing at 6’1 with broad shoulders, the permanent five o clock shadow on his chiseled face, light brown eyes, and light brown hair, he has muscular and toned arms and legs and a defined torso, not the body builder type but the type that’s defined and well muscles and trimmed, no abs on him but his stomach is tight and his chest is dusted with an ample amount of chest hair from what I’ve seen. My dad has his hands on a lot of things but he’s very much available whenever i need his help. He works on my homeschooling every weekday morning, he teaches I think public policy or something like that at a local university at the next town over several days a week, and the one I think he’s pre occupied with right now is his work as a consultant for public security of the State of Virginia, as far as I know he helps the state government and agencies craft policies and measures related to security and crime prevention; he worked as a security analyst for several years prior to being hired by the State as a consultant 14 years ago. So yeah he’s quite the busy man, and aside from all that, he still finds the time to drop by the Diner at least once a week to see how the business is going and also to hang out with the staff. As I said he’s a good guy. I prepared dad’s coffee and sandwich. And I called “Dad!, your coffee and sandwich is ready!”. “Be right out son!” He replied loudly from his office, “Okay, I’ll be off to shower then.” I said. I took a long warm shower to ease the tension on my muscles from soccer practice, as the water was just about to turn cold, I ended my shower and changed and started with dinner. Dinner was great as dad and I ate the pasta I prepared “Delicious as always son” my dad said with his mouth still half full. I laughed and said “I think you’ve just gotten used to my cooking dad, it’s not as if you can cook or even have a choice but eat what I feed you” Dad looked at me and slightly grinned and said “Don’t forget we do own a diner right? Son?” I slightly laughed and said “Oh yeah... almost forgot about that hehe”. “So how was your afternoon son?” Dad asked one between helpings of pasta. “Nothing much really, dropped by the diner as usual and soccer practice was tiring as usual” I replied. Dad just smiled and went back to eating. “I’ll take care of the dishes dad, go finish your work so you can have an early night as well, you work too hard you know” I said as I was just finishing my meal. “Thanks son” dad looked at me with appreciation and continued “You do know that I love you right? You’re the best son in the world!” He said with so much love and affection. “Ohh dad, I know, and I love you too!, you do so much for us already, the least I could do is stay out of trouble” I smiled. He slightly laughed at that as well. After doing t he dishes, I watched some tv, read two more chapters at the book I was finishing and then my thoughts went back to the two guys I saw at the Diner earlier, gosh I really do hope to see them again soon. After brushing my teeth and washing my face I was ready for bed and dozed off into slumber within minutes. It was the same dream again. Me inside a large library in the middle of an atrium of a large library, seated with a book in front of me, on an ornate table whose legs are decorated with word carvings of flowers, leaves, and vines; same looking book but I know the contents are different, it’s always been like this for the past few months, I looked up and enjoyed the magnificence of this building, the atrium opened into 20 or 30 more floors with each floor filled with shelves of books, the roof was glass and I can see the sunlight run through the clear glass. I looked back at the book, it was brown and covered in leather, looked a little old like the others from the rest of my dreams, same symbol on the front of the book, A single golden rose in the middle of the sun. It was 200 or so pages just like the previous ones, I opened the book and what was written on it was of the same type of writing system I do not recognize at all, but somehow every time I have one of these dreams and every time I try to read and skim through the pages, I always feel like I’ve matured and actually learned something from the book. In every dream I always finish one book, trying to make sense of it, read or more like look or stare actually and run through the pages, I think this is my 14th book, then after finishing the book a spend a few minutes going around the massive library complex... tower? Of some sort, look at the statues adorning the columns and paintings on the walls, I’ve explored until the 9th floor and gosh this building is just massive, books and books all over. Then just like how I faded into the library I started to fade out and then I wake up with sunlight greeting me at my window.
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***This is fiction*** (or a plan for a brutal future if needed) We all have plans and dreams for the future. A future bright with the possibility of success. However, what if that future or any other future for that matter were to disappear? What if those possibilities were replaced with certain death? Not a peaceful or glorious death, but an ignoble wasted death preceded by life as a lab-rat for the doctors? I am now in this situation. The prognosis from 3 different oncologist is the same; 5-8 months tops. A full year if they combine full-head radiotherapy, massive chemotherapy, and attempt to surgically remove the majority of the mass from my brain. The surgery alone has a high motality rate and will likely leave me in a vegetative state. I say FUCK THAT! I have lived well and I intend to die well. I intend to go out doing things I always wanted to do but was too invested in life to pursue. My extended family will be fine, my accounts and Trust is in order. Everyone else can go hang... Here is what I want for myself: I want to disassemble myself before the inoperable (glioblastoma multiforma) cancer does it for me. I want to descend into the dark, dungeons of a large city, and never reappear. I want to only see sunlight through windows too small to climb through or too high to reach. -not that I would. I want to become a Legendary, Twisted, SlamPig-bottom that will be remembered for the extremes I went to. I want to engage in activities that while fun, pleasurable, painful, tortuous and degrading, willl ultimately lead to my death... if death were not already assured. I want to become a permanent fixture in the dungeons of the most demented, perverted, and violent of Tops. I want to submit utterly and permanently To lose my name and identity To lose my self To lose all sense of time and not care because it truly won't matter. There is no time in the dark To be just a curiosity in the corner, a breathing piece of fuck-furniture to be passed around and used continually until useless. To be maintained, cleaned, and fed/watered enough to ensure my body temperature stays warm enough to fuck. To be so brutally fucked, fisted, stretched and modified, that I cannot remember a time that a cock was not inside me. To feel that 'emptiness" is an unnatural state. To gratefully accept all acts against me because it no longer matters. To be worn away thinner and thinner, until ultimately no longer wanted in the dungeon. They have standards after all. To finally be wrapped in a blanket or tarp, told "thank you", patted on the head, driven to a city in another state, and left somewhere to be found and made some hospice's problem for miniscule time that remains. I doubt I would even warm the sheets. I choose this because it is a choice I can still make. And because it will be fucking fun. And because how I live and how I die is ultimately my decision (if only my last one). All I ask for is Everything. Everything I have read about in the most perverse of blogs and stories, everything I have watched in the most illicit of videos, everything I was promised by various twisted people who asked me to come away with them in their van when I was a teen. EVERYTHING. There are acts and activities that have never been performed because there wasn't a pig depraved or uncaring enough to undergo them. With a little time, care, and destruction, I can be that pig. Wamest Regards, ~B.M~
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Sometimes I think about weird stuff like what it would be like to get fucked by this guy or that one. I guess we all do. Lately, actually, many times over the past 8 years or so, I've fantasized about getting fucked by Barack Obama. I mean I bet that man can lay some pipe. I'm totally turned on by his casual confidence. I can see him being the kind of man who might get what he can on the side. I can see him talking me into letting him fuck me. The man is hot. And I bet he is hung. Damn. So who are your weird famous fuck fantasies? And don't say Brad Pitt. That is not unusual. We all want that. Obama.tiff
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I am a college dude who has been through a lot sexually, so I am just posting things i have done before and experiences that still make me cum to this day. The first time I decided to fuck a guy, and i say that because i was used when i was really young, was when i was just legal. But I remember that day so well, i was helping my cousin clean because he worked at a hair salon. He needed it clean for the week so i helped him that night. It was a Sunday evening and i lived with my grandparents at the time in a 2 bedroom house with the two rooms next to each other. I was just starting to experiment with my sexuality and decided that craigslist was a great place to find a dude who might be interested. I mean at the time i thought who would go for a young naive boy begging to be fucked. I havent had sex at all since the indecent that happened at a young age. So i start emailing guys who i thought maybe would respond. I even sent my nudies out to who ever asked. I had a picture of my shaved dick, and a picture of the wooden plunger we had in the bathroom stuck up my ass. I didnt care what fucked me i was just a horny little teen, So a guy who was in his mid twenties emailed me back and he had a massive dick. He send me a pic of it and it was the width of a redbull can and at least 9" if not bigger. He asked if i could host but at the time i didnt understand what he meant. So i said yeah, and figured it was my address. i was still not home though. Eventually he kept blowing up my phone to see if we were still meeting up. I was so nervous because i didnt know how to bring him in my room without waking up anybody. I decided i didnt care so i just let him in and came into the room. He was a lean dude but average around the waist nothing special, until he tool out his dick and made me suck it to the base. I told him he needed to stay quiet but he didnt care he just kept forcing my head all the way down and i kept gaging. The adrenaline was intense because he gave me no chance to breathe, i enjoyed his dominance. He then flipped me over and began eating out my ass. i have never felt a better and more intense euphoria in my life so i gave up my little boy cunt up like nothing. I began to talk dirty and telling him anything he wanted to hear. He gets up and sticks his dick back in my mouth, he then told me that if its not wet enough its only gonna hurt more so suck it up. At that point he grabbed my head and stuck his dick past my gag reflex and deep in my through. He kept it there for a while and i thought i was gonna die of asphyxiation, i even squirmed. He took his dick out and put me on all fours. His dick was wet with slobber and i didnt care anymore. He took the tip and began playing with my hole, at that moment i knew he wasnt gonna use a rubber, and i felt a rush of ecstasy with that thought. I just wanted him to fuck me. I looked at him back and then he Ramed his dick in, oh how i wanted to scream hard! i knew i couldnt scream and so did he because people were sleeping. But boy did it hurt, he just kept going all the way in and all the way out. I swear i felt a small tear inside but i didnt care. i wanted to feel owned. I just rememeber he kept fucking harder and harder, slapping my head from behind. He told me boys are meant to be on all fours and that i will remember that. Then all i felt right after was something running down my leg and ass, even though he hadnt pulled out yet. I knew he came in me, and it was a lot because once he pulled out there was a puddle of cum visible right where my ass was. He pushed me back on all fours and told me not to spill his cum from my ass. then he left. I stayed with my ass up all night playing with his cum as lube. I knew then that i was a corrupt little boy.
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