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Pouring Jack’s Seed into My Boy Chapter 1 of 4. I knew Jack from around the bars. He’d been quite the beauty in his twinky days, but that was years ago. Lately, he’d embraced his bearish daddy looks and sported a buzzcut and beard. He looked so good poured into tight jeans that showed off his impressive bulge very nicely. His shoulders and chest were covered with a dusting of salt and pepper fur that peeked out of a tight tank top. A few weeks ago, we chatted each other up at the bar while I was waiting for my boy to finish at the gym and meet me there. Jack told me that he was single these days and that he’d been super horny lately. He confided that he’d recently converted and was starting meds, but his viral load was nowhere near undetectable. I asked if he was playing safely these days and he grinned saying, ‘I’m happy to start with a condom,’ and pulled one out of his back pocket. Jack asked about my boy, and I took out my phone to show a few pics of him. I accidentally flashed him a steamy pic of my boy on his knees with his ass up. He looked so sexy after fucking and filling him up, I had grabbed my phone and snapped a naughty pic. I was mortified but Jack just grinned. He told me he loved leaving boys like that, opened up, freshly fucked and leaking. I thought about what Jack had said and felt myself getting hard. I had to take a piss and headed to the bathroom. A few seconds later, Jack followed me in and stood at the trough right next to me. He unzipped his tight jeans and hefted out a massive cock. It was long and thick. I was mid-piss but started getting harder at the mere sight of his POZ manhood. I couldn’t continue pissing into the trough as my erection grew. Jack raised his eyebrows and asked me, ‘You like what you see?’ I could only nod, my mouth suddenly gone dry. ‘You ever think of sharing your boy with a hung POZ daddy?’ I couldn’t help but nod again. Jack reached out and grabbed my hand, bringing it to the base of his impressive cock. He kept grinning at me. ‘Next time you grab my dick, I want you to guide it into your boy’s hole. Sound like a plan?’ How could I not nod again. Jack continued, ‘The first time I fuck your boy, you’ll put my cock in him.’ I nodded. ‘The first time I get my seed in your boy, you’ll pour it into him.’ I nodded again. Jack left me in peace to collect myself and finally finish pissing into that trough. I was so hard I knew I wouldn’t be able to finish until I’d cum, so I stood there jerking off. For like five minutes, I wanked with images of Jack’s huge cock sinking into my boy’s raw hole. I shot my load into the ice at the bottom of the trough and was only then was able to empty my bladder. I shook my cummy cock dry and tucked myself back into my jeans and headed back to the bar. To be continued…
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Can anyone tell me if it is safe to save piss to drink later? I would love to fill a jug with my piss and then see how much I can drink at one time.
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Northern Femboy Gets a Job at a Poz Ranch
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CH1. After a few long, and mentally straining years, Alec was elated to have finally finished up Med school. But this left him with an issue, hes burnt out by the Boston area. He's seen all the sights, went to a lot of the stores, slept with one or two men, and he needed a change in scenery for the summer. So he decided to take a trip all the way to Texas for that change he's been needing. Alec got home after his graduation party to tell his family he'd be going, and after saying his goodbyes, he packed all his things and left on a plane for Texas, and this is where our story begins. Alec steps out of the airport, narrating to himself. "Well, guess this is my home for the next few months, now to actually get a roof over my head." He walks down the street, trying to find a hotel, ignoring the obvious stares he got from men due to his feminine stature and curve revealing pants. He could not find much of anything in his price range. He felt defeated until he say a flier on the wall advertising a ranch in need of new ranch hands. It advertised flexible hours, housing, and "life changing experiences" *wink wink*. This was enough for Alec, he takes the flier and puts its address into Google Maps, beginning the long walk. It had been hours since he started walking, and Alec was absolutely dying from this heat, and had gone through all his water. He was sweaty and tired, but was only a few miles away from the ranch now. However his legs could not go on and he collapsed into the sand, thinking that this was the end. However, a truck pulled up, and out came an absolute Adonis. 6'5, muscular, blond hair, blue eyes, and a sort of boy-ish charm on his face. Alec was sure that this was some kind of hallucination before he would die until the man said "Hello? Are you alright?" in a thick Texan accent. Alec looks up at him and manages to say "Waterrrrrr". The man nods and looks in his truck. "Ah shit, drank all mine, think you can hang on until we get to the ranch not too far off?" Alec shook his head and the stranger sighs. "I have one idea, but you might not like it stranger" Alec just looks at him. "I'll try anything..." The man nods and, undoes his buckle and takes off his pants? Alec blushes brightly from this action, now being face first with possibly the biggest cock he has ever seen. "U...uh hows this supposed to get me well...hydrated?" The man then says "I uh have to piss. But its mostly just water I swear! Might help you enough till we can get you back." Alec was caught off guard by this but felt as if he had no choice. He just opens his mouth, tongue out as the man slowly penetrated his mouth. The man did and slowly pissed down Alec's throat. Alec was grossed out with himself at first but then, began to actually like the feeling. His eyes roll up as he started taking the cock deeper into his throat. The man then pulls his cock out, holding back from pissing more. "I uh think you should be good now stranger? Unless, you want more~" The man smirks at Alec. Alec didn't even feel his body hesitate as he wrapped his mouth around that big shaft again, drinking up whatever the stranger had left. But then, the stranger held onto the back of his head. "Mmm, you sure you were just thirsty, or are you just a little girly slut?" The man then starts thrusting his dick in and out of Alec's mouth, but Alec didnt protest, he just took it. The stranger took forever to cum, his stamina was like nothing Alec had ever seen before. After a solid 30 minutes of him face fucking Alec, he finally came down his throat, causing Alec to cum in his pants. The man chuckles and picks Alec up. "Cmon, its getting too damn hot in here" He takes him inside the air conditioned truck, they then take off their shirts, both their sweaty bodies press up against eachother. The man smirks down at Alec. "Well arent you thristy? Drink up little bitch." Alec again felt as if he had no control as he started to lick the sweat off of this cowboy, taking in his smell, he especially got addicted to burying his face in the man's armpit. The man chuckles and spanks Alec's ass. "Damn you even smell like a woman sissy boy, what's a cutie like yourself doing all the way out here anyhow?" Alec pulls his face away, panting. "Job offer...for the ranch." The man smirks some more and takes off his pants fully. "Well I'm one of the ranch managers, I think we can count this as your interview then. The name is Kanan." Alec stares at Kanan's cock, still in disbelief that he was able to fit that down his throat. He figured that Kanan wanted to fuck him now so he tried to take out a condom from his bag. Kanan saw this and shook his head. "Nope, not allowed. Barebacking only" Alec's experience as a medstudent screamed at him to not do this, he did not know if Kanan was clean or not. But he lost control again as Kanan fingered him to loosen him up. "Damn, you even get wet on your own back here like a girl. I don't even need my lube I think." Alec's rational thought then went away as he lifts himself up into Kanan's lap, sitting down on his fat cock, beginning to bounce. Kanan relaxed for the first 30 minutes as Alec bounced non stop, moaning and losing his mind even more from how good it felt. But Kanan felt himself about to cum so he thrusts harder, the hardest Alec has been fucked so far, he might have even felt some tearing. Kanan then smirks at Alec's fucked stupid expression and asks "Are you ready for your breeding slut? Im gonna knock you up!" Alec's eyes widen at this, "F..fuck you're poz? Get out of me!" But his dick got harder and he even came a little from the reveal, he knew deep down that he might have actually wanted this. Kanan chuckles and leans up, kissing Alec deeply before saying. "Aww you don't want my seed? Because I can stop anytime and just shoot my dirty load down your throat instead. Alec had kissed Kanan back, he tried to think rationally but instead just begs outloud. "F..fuck knock me up! Poz me with your cock already~" And with that Kanan shot his thick, toxic cum into Alec's neg ass. Kanan kept pumping more and more cum in, not pulling out. The two men stay like this for a while, until Alec gets back up. "S..shit I got to get this out of me." Kanan chuckles and says. "Oooor, you could just leave in my cum, and start sucking my cock. I have another load left to feed you, and some piss." Alec again weighed the options, deciding to go ahead and suck off Kanan some more. After a few hours of cum and piss filled action, Kanan was bringing the now asleep Alec to his new room in the ranch. The first day of dirty toxic fun had tired him out, but he still had 6 more months of it, and unluckily or luckily for the neg little femboy, every single person on this ranch was Poz, waiting for a chance at that neg boy pussy.- 33 replies
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Lately I have had this crazy fantasy about being in a porn. I want to try so much but don’t have much experience; I want to try slam, poppers and maybe g, I want to be tied up and only a diaper on. I think of a tall handsome black man who has me tied up and he’s sitting on my face making me eat his asshole. He also pisses in my mouth and he is gonna keep me tied up and pimp me out to other black gods all night. He has me on a dog collar and spanks me with his belt. I’ve never tasted cum before nor has anyone got off in my ass but I am certain he will make sure I do that. He said tomorrow when he takes a dump I have to suck his cock and anyone else’s as well. I’ve never done this before but I want to! I want to be a slave for a weekend!
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So I was introduced to sounding years ago (2004-06?) as someone who I was playing with noticed, what I will say for lack of me being mere hours old, a sub-dermal incision through the underside of the glans (you'll see in pics) which I'm guessing happened when I was circumcised (hence foggy memory of 4 hours alive!) We discovered that he could slide the larger end of his sounds into his cock (they had a different gauge on either end) and the other end into mine. So I will say this delightful phallusly deft South African had upgraded his PA to 000 I believe (oh the memories of his cock with both his current PA and the size down interlocked and up my butt with his 8+" thrusting....excuse me, I've strayed from the topic.) so his urethra had been stretched, but mine, was a virgin up until then with sounding. Flash forward to 2018 and I'm zooming and notice someone sliding something long and white and bendy into his urethra. I messaged and found out it was a silicone sound and it vibrates. OMG! where have I been hiding for the last 10 years? (Whole other story...) So what does one do when they discover something new they want now, or two days from now? You guessed it: Am@$#*N! 2 days later 2 silicone sounds with vibrators of 10 different patterns. Died and gone to heaven! over the next coming months various other silicone plugs and "catheter" like items showed up, until my metal articulated urethral sound for e-stim arrived. First look I was intimidated, but when I finally let all 12+" slide allllllthewayin....my first orgasm from sounding came from this sound, however I haven't juiced it up. I guess my question that I'll pose for discussion is two parts: Tell us about your memorable sounding experience(s) and if you have juiced your sound up with a tens unit pass along some tips /tricks etc...? and if any doctor other than the one who circumcised me (Sydney, 7th day adventist hospital, December of '77 apparently you were shirtless or the buttons on your shirt were open real low according to my mom) does it look like was a sub-dermal slice done mechanically during the circumcision? Cause that exposed area, the cove of shivers, slide your Tongue there while sucking Francois (my cock was named, not by me however) eyes will roll so far into the back of my head...
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This is part 1 of a new series. The first part contains no sex and is a setup for more to come. I promise that the lack of sex in this part will be heavily compensated for in parts to come. For now, enjoy reading 🙂 -- Part 1 Growing up, it was just my dad (Baxter Sloan), me (Joseph Sloan) and my older brother (Samuel Sloan). Mom left soon after I was born to marry some rich guy who loved her but didn't want the add-on baggage of 2 kids. So, the responsibility to raise me and my brother fell on my dad, who did the best he could to provide for us. My dad was only 21 when Sam was born and being a young single dad, he was a very involved parent. From a young age, I was an exemplary student. By the time I was 12, I was already in high school and graduated at 15 as a valedictorian. I started college soon after and graduated at 19 with a degree in software engineering with minors in business and statistics. While in my senior year, I started working on a project which became a business when I graduated. After expanding my business over the next few years, I finally sold it when I was 25 for a 9 figure number. Needless to say, I was set for life at this point. But after selling my company, I started experiencing a slump. Success, while wonderful, can also lead you to wonder if there's more than just money and power. Don't get me wrong, it's great to have both but having tasted both, I needed more. In some ways, I was experiencing a pre-midlife crisis at 25 which led me to make the decision that would change everything. I decided to head home to see my family whom I hadn't seen in over 5 years. -- When I left for college, I'd make it a point to come home twice a year to visit dad and Sam. In my senior year, the workload from school and my project prevented me from traveling home and after graduation, the singular focus to make my business work made me ignore my family. We'd still talk but I was distant and more engrossed with my work than listening to dad talk about small town life and his business. I figured as long as I sent nice gifts on Christmas, things would be all right. Before you judge me, you should know that I had a reason to be distant with my family. When I was 15 I came out to my dad who didn't take it very well. He didn't say anything much and kept his distance. I did it a few days before I left for junior year to avoid any awkwardness but his response to it really drove a wedge between us. My brother was cool with it, which was my only respite. Over the last 2 years I had spoken to dad twice and Sam a couple of times, so things weren't exactly very familial between us. Going home after all this time was going to be awkward but I needed to do this. I had nothing going on for me and I figured being home for sometime would give me perspective on my next steps and it'd be nice to go back to my hometown after over a decade away. -- When my flight landed at the airport, I wasn't expecting Sam to be there waiting for me. A little background on Sam- I had last seen him 5 years ago. At the time he was a lean toned guy, working in my dad's plumbing business and looking like every small-town dude who enjoyed the relaxed life and to whom the world at large started and ended within the confines of the town. He was smart too but he didn't put in the effort at school and was happy to start working for dad when he graduated. Not that dad was complaining. I think dad was happy to have one kid at home, even if he would never admit it. They were extremely similar too, which was why dad and Sam had a stronger bond than me and dad. The Sam standing in front of me outside the airport looked nothing like the Sam I remembered. This Sam was a beast. At 6'0, he was approximately 220 pounds of muscle. Wide chest, thick arms and legs, a thick neck and a buzzcut, gave him the appearance of someone you didn't want to fuck with. In just a t-shirt and shorts, both a size too tight for his frame, he was a walking wet dream. The second he saw me, he rushed over and gave me a giant bear hug. Almost lifting me off my feet, he pulled me in for a long hug while rubbing my back. When he finally let me go, his hand slipped down a little and grazed against my butt. "Holy fuck Sam, you look so different man," I exclaimed, finding it harder to not stare and drool at him. "Hahaha, yeah been a while you've seen me little bro. Looks good doesn't it," saying this, he flexed his left arm at me. I'm not sure how his sleeves didn't just rip off but they looked awfully close to, judging by the bulk of his bicep and tricep. Not wanting to stare and freak him out, I nudged him playfully and asked him where he was parked. In 10 minutes, we were on our way to the farm. The drive to our farm would take a little over 2 hours. Once we hit the road, we started catching up with each other. Sam asked me a lot of questions about my work and my life, revealing very little of his own. While we were chatting, I finally took a good look at my brother and started to observe some interesting things. At first glance, it wasn't obvious but through the confines of his shirt, I could make out his large nipples. I wasn't sure but they looked pierced, based on the tiny lumps on either side of each nipple. Tattoos filled every part of the exposed skin on his arms, leading up to his neck and sliding inwards towards his chest. A padlock chain on his collar with an actual lock, hung from his neck. Without being obvious, I took a sneak peek at his crotch and holy fuck, was that thing massively bulging. Whether this was natural or a sock stuffed in, it was hard to say but it sure was impressive. It was so weird how turned on I was by my big brother. I needed to keep it in check but his very presence was making it very difficult. "So how's dad? Has been a while since I last saw him?" I asked, changing the subject. I needed a distraction and this was the best and only way to do so. "Dad's great. He's so psyched to see you. Keeps telling everyone about you coming home." That made me feel guilty. All this time, I thought he wasn't particularly happy about me so to find out how happy he was to see me again did made me feel bad about ignoring him. "Hey, you okay dude?" my brother asked, observing the guilt on my face. "Yeah its fine. Just...never mind." An awkward silence followed us for the next hour of driving until we finally pulled up to our house. The house that I remembered from last time was not the house I came back to. For one thing, there was now an actual 7 feet wall surrounding the place with an electronic gate. The rusty beaten down path leading from the road to the house had been replaced with an actual functional driveway. The house itself had been freshly painted and possibly renovated, making it look actually nice and kinda classy (given the surroundings). "Whoa, what happened to the Sloan pad?" I asked in disbelief to a visibly grinning Sam. "A lot has changed Joe, you'll see for yourself," he remarked. While we were pulling out my stuff from the car, the front door opened and out walked my dad. If the changed Sam had been a surprise, my dad was a shock. 5 years ago, my dad was a lean 6'4 guy with a clean shaved face and a cap on his head at all times. The man in front of me looked nothing like the man I remembered. He had ballooned up to become a muscle daddy. His body was absolutely massive with everything as wide as it could be. He had a bit of a muscle gut but it suited him. What was more shocking was the way he was dressed up. Gone were the flannel shirts and denims. In front of me was a man wearing tight shorts and a sleeveless vest, with the front completely open. On his chest were 2 very visibly protruding nipple piercings that had caused them to puff out obscenely. My dad was an extremely hirsute guy (always has been) but I could make out some tattoos on his skin as well. "There's my boy," dad rumbled and practically jumped over to where I was standing. He grabbed me in a hug and lifted me off the ground, smashing our chests together. His grip was tight enough to cause my lean muscular body to be absorbed into his bulk, smushing every part of us together. I was impressed, given that I take after my dad and stand at 6'2, which he easily lifted like I was paper. While we were hugging, I could smell the strong smell of sweat, beer and smoke on him, making me a little horny. I had to fight every instinct to not get aroused in front of dad, but it wasn't easy. "Hey dad, long time no see," I said as he let me go and dropped me to the ground. Without responding, dad hugged me again, only this time he sniffled and shook a little. Watching my formerly emotionally steady father cry out of happiness was not what I was expecting. We stood there for half a minute until he composed himself and detached. "A'ight, lets get you in boy" dad said, grabbing one of my things and started to walk towards the house. Sam and I followed him inside, which had changed significantly since I had last seen it. Before, it looked like a bachelor pad with things lying around, packets of easy-made food on the kitchen counter and empty bottles in the corner. Now, it was completely clean with a leather couch in the center, nicely done wallpapers and actual furniture. "What happened here? You guys won a lottery or something?" I was in shock, how did dad and Sam manage all this with their small town plumbing business. My dad let out a big laugh and slapped my back. "All in good time son, for now wash up and come downstairs. We have things to discuss." His tone meant business and even though I was an almost 26 year old successful former business owner, I felt like a ten year old boy that had to do what dad said. Sam helped me carry my stuff upstairs to my old room and left me in there. Normally, I'd take my time to wash up. But dad had meant business when he told me to come downstairs and I had questions of my own. How was their life so different and how were they so different all of a sudden? It made no sense and I needed answers. --- An hour later, the 3 of us were downstairs in the living area drinking beer. Dad and Sam were on either side of the couch while I was sitting opposite them. Dad was worried I was in trouble which is why I had reached out to them. When I told him that wasn't the case and I was just here to figure out my next steps, he looked relieved. He asked me point blank how long was I intending to stay. Unsure of what he wanted to hear, I told them I'd be here for no more than 10 days. "Hell no boy. You come back after 5 years and all you give me is 10 lousy days. You ain't leaving before the months up," my dad laid down the law. By the serious expression on his face, I knew better than to counter. Truthfully, I was relieved. Part of me needed time to figure things out and having a month's time to do so would be perfect. The conversation moved on to other things before I ended up asking about the house and the renovations. On doing so, my dad and my brother shared a look before my dad said anything. "Son, there are things you need to know about us." I kept quiet, letting him continue whatever he needed to tell me. "But first, I wanted to say how sorry I am for how I was when ya told me you were gay." That was a big surprise, considering I never imagined him feeling any remorse. He continued, "you should know, it wasn't because you were gay. Couldn't care less about that. I was just surprised you know, by how brave you were. Braver than your old man could ever be." For the second time that day, I saw my dad cry. Before I could do anything, Sam slid next to him and pulled dad in for a hug. Dad grabbed Sam in his arms and broke down, while Sam gently held him and let him vent it out. If it wasn't my dad and my brother, I'd think they were lovers. It took my dad a few minutes to compose himself, before he sat back up, took a deep breath and stared right into my eyes. "Son, I'm gay too. And so is your brother."
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Hello all I'm a new pig and looking for some guidance maybe a master to train me on how to be a good urinal and more
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This is part 1 of a fictional story. It's fairly raunchy and filthy so read the tags before proceeding. Subsequent parts will be based on reader's desires so feel free to leave comments, feedbacks and your most twisted kinks that you want to read going forward in this story. Today marks three years since my life changed for the better. When you read my story going forward, you might argue if I'm truly better off. It would be a valid argument except what you wouldn't understand is that, secretly, this is exactly what I had wanted all my life and more. But I'm getting ahead of myself. August 2017 (3 years ago) My life was awesome. Back then, I was Ian Connelly, the successful CMO of one of the largest consulting firms in the world. At 35, I was rich, successful and the poster boy for American capitalism. I had played by the rules, worked my ass off and had achieved everything I had set out to do. People loved me, they wanted to be with me, they wanted to be me, they looked up to me and craved my company in their life. The other advantage of success was the constant availability of sex. Women, men, trans, queer- whatever I was in the mood for, a few phone calls and I could have someone delivered to my door. I could do what I want with little accountability and by god, did I love it. And yet, I wasn't truly happy. There was something I wanted but I was too afraid to seek it. Afraid of opening that door and stepping into a life I so desperately craved, and yet terrified of. I wanted to be pozzed. I wanted to be a slave. I wanted to be a poz slave. It had been a fantasy since my undergrad days. A desire that had translated to hours on the internet seeking porn and discussions that scratched that itch. And over the years, that fantasy got darker and more fucked up. I wanted to be pozzed by an ugly beast. A man far removed from society's notion of acceptable behavior who would take me in his arms and give me a place to kneel next to his feet. A man so disgusting, that the idea of him would make people shudder in disgust. His audacity for filth would be a natural barrier to any person and yet, he would do nothing to change the way he was. Just picturing someone like him would make my dick throb. That fantasy got worse over the years and it delved deeper into some very fucked up desires. I wanted to be blackmailed into getting pozzed. Blackmailed by such a man to be pozzed by him and be his slave or be outed as a closeted, repressed bug chaser sub. It was just a fantasy. Until it wasn't anymore. -- I had been browsing the internet for some pozzing videos in one of the popular HIV forums. My desires were clearly stated in my profile but despite countless messages from many guys over the years, I had never acted on them. I had fun chatting with guys, telling them what I wanted while I jerked off and blew my load. When I saw a message from a new user called 'Pig-Farmer', I figured it would be a fun way to get off. We exchanged pleasantries and a few body pics. His user name was apt because the man looked like a pig. I didn't see his face but he was clearly big, burly and hairy. Piercings and tattoos adorned his hairy body but what really piqued my interest was the scorpion tattoo on his neck and the biohazard symbol above his groin. I sent him photos of my naked muscled fuzzy front and back, with a clear shot of my parted ass cheeks and visible hole. He responded with a photo of his dick. Actually, it wasn't a dick. It was a weapon of mass destruction. Not very long (about 7-7.5 inches but wider than a beer can. Dark veins covered the length of his manhood and it all ended at a dark pink head with a frenum, ampallang, lorum and a PA (I know all about cock piercings). The sight of his cock made my mouth water and my ass throb. Then he sent me a pic of his ass and it made me lose my mind. It wasn't just that he had a furry, big ass (which he most certainly did), but it looked dirty. The sight of it, while revolting to most, made me swoon. Picturing myself between them, my tongue lapping at that disgusting beautiful hole was all I wanted and I wanted it bad. We exchanged a bunch of messages after that and I got the sense he didn't have this happen to him often when someone would seek his company despite seeing him in all his glory. He wasn't very chatty but he was unapologetically filthy. This was the start of a beautiful online friendship that lasted for two months. He would send me pics of his dirty cock, all slimy and cheesy, that would make my cock harden and ooze. In exchange, I would send him pics of my bubble butt. Sometimes, I'd be at work when he'd tell me to send him pics so I'd take off my trousers and send him ass pics, wearing business formals on top and showing off my hole. Eventually, I sent him pics of my face. He never asked for them but during the time I had been talking to him, a connection had been established. I trusted him but most importantly, I wanted him to know who I was. He never showed me his face and I didn't ask for it. Somehow, it made it hotter knowing that he could put up my pics online and I'd have no way of stopping him. After two months of regular conversations, he finally proposed a meeting. He sent me an address about an hour's drive away, far outside city limits and asked me to meet him there three days later. At first, I was scared. As long as it was online, there was an element of control but was I ready to meet someone knowing where it would end? I knew this was my only chance, to have what I had always wanted but I was nevertheless scared shitless. The thought kept bothering me until the day of our proposed meet. Yet, as scared as I was, I decided to go. The address was in a very isolated area. An abandoned factory was the only place around for miles and it seemed I was supposed to go inside. I walked up to the front door and tried to open it but it was locked. Confused, I was about to step out when the door opened and out stepped a big burly bouncer. "The fuck do you want?", he grumbled with a snarl. I was at a loss of words. What was this place and why was I told to come here? Where was my online friend? Did he prank me? Thoughts like these raced through my mind as I scrambled for words. Defeated, I turned around to leave when suddenly "Yo, come in. I know why you're here", the bouncer said. I was confused by his attitude but I decided to go inside. Once in, the door closed behind me and I found myself in a corridor. The bouncer asked me to follow him and we walked through the corridor until we came upon a large door. "Step in", he said pulling the huge door open. Inside, I found myself in a pub of some kind. Men of all kinds and ages were in there, drinking, conversing and enjoying themselves. I saw two guys drinking and chatting while rubbing each other's cock through the fabric of their pants. A rather large man was being aggressively kissed by a muscular dude who was squeezing the big man's hefty chub. A skinny dude was getting his nipples twisted by a silver fox, while getting his dick rubbed by another gentleman. I made my way towards the bar and ordered a beer. My friend was nowhere to be seen and I had zero clue as to why I was here. I downed my beer pretty quickly and ordered another, waiting for him to show up. Eventually, I realized I had been stood up and decided to call it a night. Suddenly, I felt my nipples being grabbed and twisted hard, making me moan. I felt a man's weight against my back with the smell of booze and man musk violating my nasal senses, while his hands worked my nipples. "I am glad you came boy." It was him! I tried turning around but he put more weight against me, preventing me from turning. I'm a strong guy, with years of weight training under my belt but this man was stronger, much stronger. "Just relax baby. Let me work those pig tits and you finish that beer." His words were like an aphrodisiac that calmed me down. I had a slight buzz going too, which might have helped in making me more suggestible and docile but I adhered to his words and kept sipping my drink while he played with my nipples. "You're hot, boy. Daddy's gonna like turning a hot guy into a real pig." His words went straight to my cock which started chubbing up quickly. He noticed it as one of his hands slipped down my body and rubbed my cock through my jeans. "Yeah, that's a nice cock. Looks like you're liking daddy's attention." "Fuck yeah daddy, feels so good." "Finish your drink and pay up. We are leaving boy," he said while withdrawing his hands from my nipples and cock. I downed my beer in one go and pulled up some cash when daddy stopped me. "No cash boy. Pay him with a card, Apple Pay or any other traceable shit like that." As weird as that instruction was, I did what he told me to. I pulled up my credit card and paid my tab. "Good boy. We are leaving now," he barked. He didn't wait for my answer as he walked towards the entrance door. I was frozen in place. The situation, as hot it was, was making me apprehensive. If I went with him, I was opening myself to something there was no coming back from. It was hot and part of me wanted it really bad but my conscious mind reigned supreme. I decided to slip out quietly without him noticing, saving myself from the situation I had put myself in. I waited for a few mins before slipping out. He was nowhere to be seen and I made a dash for my car. I had parked a little way off the road, away from anyone's sight, which gave me an advantage. Or, so I thought. "Going somewhere?" his voice boomed in the silent night, just as I was about to open the door to my car. "Mmm yeah, look, I gotta run. Something's come up at work," I stammered and opened the door of my car. "You sure boy?" his voice dropped a few octaves, turning into a slight whisper, as he started walking towards me. I was still facing my car when I felt him behind me. I was about to turn when I felt the sharp prick of something against my spine. It was a knife. The man had a knife to my back! My legs were shaking, I was sweating and breathing deep slow breaths, trying to stay calm. He stayed frozen too, his knife resting against my back, as the strong musky smell wafting off of him turned me on ever so slightly. Here I was, in a perpetual life and death situation, sporting a partial. At that moment, I felt truly fucked up as waves of both horniness and fear raced through my body. "Here's what's gonna happen boy. You are gonna leave your car here and you are going to come with me. Understood?" "Yes." I felt the knife pressing against my back harder as he leaned in closer to my ear. "Yes what boy?" "Yes...Yes sir." "Try again boy" "Yes..Daddy" "That's right boy. You're gonna love what Daddy has planned for you. All the fucked up shit you're too pussy to do by yourself, Daddy's gonna make you do it boy." He pulled the knife off my back and my body relaxed. I let out a deep breath to release my anxiety when I felt him push me against my car and push his weight against my back. "You don't have a choice anymore boy. If you think about leaving, you should know that this place is a known private club for poz men to meet. You used your card here, think what would happen if people found out." He pushed his crotch against my ass, letting it rest against my cheeks before continuing. "Besides, you wouldn't want Daddy to send all the naughty pics and texts to your contact now would you? What would they think of Ian, the closeted neg bug chasing pig trolling for poz dad dick on the internet." Hearing him blackmail me and use my fear against me made my cock throb and my body experienced a wave of pleasure that made me buckle. He put his arms around my front and held me steady, kissing my neck as he let me steady myself. "Relax boy, Daddy knows what you need piglet. You don't have to be scared of Daddy anymore because Daddy knows who you really are. What you really are." That's when I felt the sudden spurt of wetness expanding in the crotch area of my jeans. I had cum hands free, hard. Most importantly, I needed to do this. I was going to do this. I had no choice. --
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True story. I had done lots of drugs as a teenager in the 70's. I was not sexually active at the time. I had never mixed the two until the age of 55. My boss is a Dominant Alpha Male. Straight, but never minded getting a blowjob from a fag. He knows that queers love giving head, unlike women, who only do it as an obligation. Meth is one drug I had never done. He was bothered by the fact that I was a Meth virgin. I begged him to get me high, I knew I wanted to try it. He gave in, even though I was his employee, I told him I could handle mixing the fact that I worked for him and I was going to become his submissive. I soon learned, Man was I missing out. He introduced me to the highs of blowing clouds. I took to it every fast. It felt good. He would never let me do it alone. Only with him, and He had to be in charge, like he was everywhere in his life. I gladly let him control me. When he would hold that pipe up to my mouth and tell me to "hit it". "hold it in" and I could only exhale when he said I could. I quickly submerged myself in his power over me. I found myself begging him to get me addicted to meth. I wanted to feel this way 24/7 365. He obliged and saw to it that I became a meth pig for him, since he found I gave him much better head if I was tweaked. I gladly gave up my previous life, shunned all of those people who were in it, so I could focus only on him. That was what he wanted and all I wanted was what he wanted me to do. The first time was so spectacular. I must have had 7 or 8 hits off that bowl. He then decided I needed to try something else. He pulled out the crack and the crack pipe. I was not afraid. In a weird way I had total trust in him from the start. He was a long time smoker and he knew the limits and the signs of distress. I would walk in front of a bus, or take a bullet for him. I trust him that much. I puffed on that crack pipe for at least 5 minutes. To some that may seem tame, but, remember all these drugs were new to my system and my brain and my heart. After those hits I was flying high. Very high. He grabbed me by the back of my head pulling hard on my hair and shoved my face into his crotch. He pulled down his pants only to expose his cock and his nut sac. While holding onto my head with his cock down my throat he dragged me to his sofa me scrambling to crawl on my knees as he yanked my whole body to where he wanted to be. Sitting down he took me by the ears and forced my head all the way up his dick and then pushed my face down so that his pubic hairs were in my eye. He got faster and faster not giving me time to breathe. He said that my breath was not important, only pleasuring his cock was important. I had to agree and said so. I know how to treat a meth pig. You ARE a meth pig. In one night I have turned you from a respectable man to nothing but a meth pig faggot. He pulled my head up so I could verbally agree with him. I said yes Boss. I also took advantage of this time to get my breath. I was getting so turned on by his dominance, but my pleasure was not important and I could do nothing about that. He was not the reciprocating type. In fact he made me stop touching myself and told me I had to do that in some dark corner away from him where faggots go to jerk off their dicks. He told me to concentrate on pleasing him, which I did from here on out. My jaw was getting sore and my mouth was dry. I tried to reach for my glass of water. He took it out of my hand, and demanded "Open" referring to my mouth. He then spit directly into my mouth and said, drink that. When he saw that I swallowed that so enthusiastically, he pulled me head back again and let a slow spiral of spit leave his mouth and land directly on my tongue. Good catch little faggot , he said. You are going to take all my fluids before this night is over. Since he was standing now and I am short with short legs, he was towering over me. He had to literally lift me up so my mouth could again reach his cock which was very hard now from all this toughness. Mine was too, but it would have to wait. Putting his right hand on the back of my head and his left hand around my throat he plunged his cock down my throat. Stick out that tongue you dumb homo. As I did it just went down my throat and felt like it was in my lungs. He said I love to feel my own cock going into your fag face hole, I can feel it from the outside. As he face fucked me with wild abandon, he paid no attention to my gagging. It didnt matter to either one of us. He just relentlessly pumped my face and I got in breaths where I could. He pushed my back to the sofa so that my head was resting on the front of the cushion. There was no where for me to go. He held my arms by the wrist and fucked my face faster and harder than anyone ever had before. I relaxed and enjoyed the turbulence of his fucking. I do not remember ever being this dominated down my throat and being so relaxed as to enjoy every minute. He stopped all of a sudden. I saw him reach for the meth pipe. As he filled the pipe, he asked me, Do you like being used as nothing but a face hole for my straight dick , you fucking faggot. I love that dominant verbal talk and I had an opportunity this time to speak without anything down my throat. I replied Yes Boss. I like being your meth pig, please feed me some more meth, then please feed me more of your huge cock, then please allow my open mouth and esophagus to be a receptacle for your straight fluids. Please let me feel more of your power as you rape my willing face hole, Sir. Please. He said I like it when you beg to be raped. I like to hear you want to be my meth pig. Your life is so fucked up now. You cant escape my dominance. Somehow I know you never want to leave, and I never have to worry about you going anywhere. I replied I belong to you from now until forever. Or until you decide you are done with me. You see Boss I l know all of this is your decision, your way, your choice. I have no say and I dont want any say. Good faggot boy you know I could be done with you tonight and I could throw your ass out onto the street if I choose. Yes Boss I am aware and what you say, goes. Period. He then shoved that pipe into my mouth and lit that torch. I love the sound of that torch. It makes a distinct sound that only means one thing. METH. Fuck Yeah. I sat patiently on the floor with my head against the sofa as he twirled the pipe back and forth in my mouth. We both watched as the rock turned to liquid and the smoke swirled inside the round bowl. That sight alone has made me blow a load in the past without even touching myself. My mouth on one end and my Dom on the other end directing me when to breathe and when to hold it in. Before I took that first big hit, pulled the pipe away and said beg for it faggot. I pleaded like my life depended on it. Making sure to acknowledge that he is the reason for my ability to breathe in his presence. His permission to do the simplest thing such as taking in air into my lungs. Things we all take for granted now must be acknowledged that He owns every part of my life, even how my body works. He then put that pipe back into my mouth, as he lit the torch again to make sure everything was melted and about to enter my body. At this point I was SO starved for that smoke, for that sweet smell of meth, that I started to precum in my jeans. The wet spot was right below where he was standing and it was impossible for me to hide it. He looked down and started laughing. Wow, he said, what excites you more faggot the meth or my cock. Right now Boss, I am longing for those methamphetamines to enter my raspatory system, be absorbed into my lung tissue and enter my blood stream. You giving me that woozy feeling of being high and knowing I belong to you because no one else will ever have right to own my lungs like you do Boss. Faggot, he said, you are one fucked up queer and I am glad I was the one to corrupt you into being such a pig for me. I am the best there is and you know it, now HIT that goddamn bowl motherfucker. I took one long slow draw, as he squeezed my nostrils together allowing for nothing but Meth smoke to enter me. Keep going , keep going, dont stop, not yet. dont stop faggot until I tell you to, keep going. little bit more, little bit more. It all inside you now, the whole rock has been transformed into my control, my smoke that I give to you. He continued to hold my nose. Keep it in,, dont let it out, not yet, keep holding, keep holding, you can do it. I have taught you well my little faggot. Yes MY faggot, 10 more seconds. My lung were so full and I wanted to push it out very badly. More than that I wanted to make him happy, to show him that I could be the best meth smoking pig he had ever met. OK you blow it out, I think there will be nothing left to exhale, I am sure all of it has been left in your faggot lungs. I still had a little more I could take., He smiled and said Oh you want to hold on longer. I am impressed. Look at the meth pig you are, the meth pig I have made. I made you, you are my property. You have no voice except to agree and do my bidding in this new life I have made for you. Finally I exhaled. It felt such relief. A rush like I had never had before. My head was spinning and I was floating on that swirling smoke that entered the room. Not much of it, but, what there was I was tripping on those clouds. I looked and saw him grinning an evil grin. You smoke like a pro, fag. You ready? Open. Open. Once again I was pinned down by my wrists, with his now gargantuan cock sliding in and out of my open willing accepting mouth hole. He was pumping me with a feverish rhythm, I could feel his balls hitting my chin. I should have shaved before, my beard was too long. His cock was getting caught up in my beard every time he pulled out. Hey fag, he shouted. trim that beard or I will punch the fuck out of you. Say yes Boss. Say it right now with my cock in your throat. I managed to get out Yeth when he pumped out, then he shoved it back in. When he pulled out again I got out Both. He started laughing. You did what I said, you just sounded like a dumb faggot doing it. Oh Wait, You ARE a dumb faggot. Then he stopped laughing and concentrated on fucking my face. In and Out In and Out. He went on like this for another 30 minutes. Slowing down if he got too close. Then back to the feverish pump. I was SO high I barely knew where I was. The only thing I could see was a photo of him with his girlfriend. I keep my gaze on that photo, it grounded me. How long can you go you queer? He pulled out so I could answer. As long as it takes you, whenever is your choice, I have no say, you do Boss, as I admitted calmly but completely horned out. He could tell I was loving every minute of this treatment. I dont want this to end Sir. Good answer cock sucking faggot he said with a half laugh. You ready for the blow up? Fuck Yeah please Boss I replied. I could feel his cock get bigger as he continued to plow my the back of my throat and into my chest. I felt his balls pull back as he put his hand on the back of my head pinned against the sofa. Pulling my hair towards him his cock felt like it was into my stomach. He leaned over frozen pushing very hard with his hips against my head, while he pushed my head towards his bush. I was trapped between his groin and his big manly hand as the semen shot into my throat. It tasted very good. I was hoping it would be as sweet smelling as his crotch was, and it was. I can smell that smell right now as I am sitting here. His whole body shook, having spasms and thrusting more even after the cum was drained from his beautiful masculine dick. He started to pull out, and as he did I took my hands on his ass cheeks and pushed it down my throat again. More semen spilled out and slid down my willing throat. He laughed, You cant get enough of my Alpha cum. can you? You want more and more. Yes I do Boss. Well I'm out of cum but you are going to swallow this. He assumed the same position only this time he held my nose. Take my piss you dirty meth pig whore. I could feel the start of his warm stream slowly flow from the back of my throat down down my esophagus. He pulled out a little so his piss would hit my taste buds on my tongue. Do you like how that tasted dirty pig? I nodded yes. I had to control the piss coming in my mouth. I did not want to drown. I knew how to swallow whole bladders by breathing right and making my tongue slow down the stream. Otherwise it would come back out my mouth and HE would not like his piss dripping on his body. Piss is for faggots like you, I heard him say. Once he was done he shook his cock while it was still in my mouth. Jerking to get every last drop for me. He then pulled out grabbed me by the back of the head and spit right into my eye. I knew to leave it there, I would slurp that up after he left. I looked up to see a mix of pleasure and contempt. He would never say thank you that was good. Just the fact that I was lucky enough to take his fluids was my thank you. I said it for the both of us. Thank you Boss. That was the best blowjob I have ever given. He laughed and said nothing as he pulled up his pants. Don't count on that happening again. If I want to rape you I will, and If I never do again you will remember this and compare all others to me and they will never stack up. Damn I am the best. You know faggot you know more than I ever thought you would. I think I will keep you around, you can do everything for me so I don't have to lift a finger. Maybe, if you are lucky, I will shoot my seed into your eager mouth again. However remember if you ask you'll never get it. I am in charge and if need a faggot to use you will be at the top of my list of meth pigs. Wow Thank you Boss. That was the best compliment you could ever say to me.. I know homo I know. Now get the fuck out of my office and go clean something. or do whatever it is that faggots like you do. I dont really care , just get out of sight for now. You are dismissed. Stay where I can see you on my cameras. With that I left the office the happiest I have ever been with cum in my hair , cum on my eye so it is stuck shut and the smell of his balls on my beard. The only place that I could get some privacy was in the kitchen walk in pantry. I went there and blew my own load in a record 2 minutes I was so worked up and turned on thinking of the Dominant I have in my life, knowing that my submissive meth pig will be treated the way it should. Hells Yeah
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In the past while, I have begun to explore water sports with some of my fuckbuddies who were interested in it. I have, by and large, enjoyed it; it is an interesting thing, and at its best can be pretty thrilling. I am pretty knowledgeable after safer sex generally, including safer bareback sex. I do not, however, know that much about safer sex involving water sports. I think I am right that piss does not pass on STDs (I know that at least it does not pass on HIV), but is there anything else I should watch for? Some posts here have suggested that getting pissfucked by someone who parties us a good way to get their drugs. That makes sense to me, but is this the case?
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Total bottom here in Orlando looking to host a sadistic top for a long rough fuck session. I love being used and abused hard while taking a nice cock and I'm open to most things usually the kinkier/rougher the better. Please hit me up if you're interested would love to get together today but future sessions are also cool.
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I’ll be be the city Friday pm. I’ll swallow everything you give me and will take EVERYTHING up my hole I’d like to be at the East side club, but I’ll go anywhere you want 😈8022796112
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Firstly, this is a true story although I might have changed a few names and to make it read OK, I can’t remember all the conversations so a bit of poetic license. The picture on my profile is me, hello, and I’m athletically fit and work out regularly with a good firm stomach and defined six pack. I’ve also got a nice eight inch uncut cock and smooth bubble butt (which I keep hairless as I love a smooth ass). I’m 31 and HIV positive and have been since November 2013 but my conversion was not an accident, rather it came about because I wanted to get bred in style, so to speak, and I specifically hoped I would to convert after playing at a BB party which was held in early August, 2013, and which was specifically hosted for those chasing. The party had been organised by Jeremy, (Jez), a 46 year old positive guy living in Acton in West London who advertised the party on BBRT. His profile specifically stated he was positive and that he had a high viral load. If you’ve ever requested a party invitation on BBRT you’ll know that if the guy isn’t online he may take some time to come back to you. So it was on this occasion. Although when I sent my request, there were already 30 odd guys who were listed as going. Perusing the list showed guys ranging in age from 24 to 56 and since this is the real world, they weren’t all super fit studs, (sadly) or more-or-less those with whom I would want to play, but there were definitely a few guys on there that floated my boat. One in particular, a 32 year old muscle hunk named Jamie was certainly fucking hot and dangerously positive. The party requirements were for neg bottom or versatile guys and for ideally poz guys with high viral load. Undetectable guys would be invited if there was space. The poz guys also needed to be top or versatile. The party acceptance list showed that there were about 16 poz guys going and 14 neg or no status on their profile, which, of course, could mean more poz guys. Either way it looked like good odds to get knocked up. And to me, well I’m a gay guy living in London. I moved here when I was in my late teens for University and ended up staying as I love the place. Not to mention it is great for a single gay slut boy like myself who needs it as often as he can and as dirty as he can, although to be fair I’d become more and more depraved as I gotten older. I’d been barebacking totally since I was 25 having had a few fuck buds I’d do it with before then. Then I just realised I loved it raw so sauna sex became all the easier as no one really bothered with rubber in there anyway. God knows how I managed to stay neg until 29, but I did. And I knew I had taken poz loads. In fact on those few occasions where I was being fucked by a guy who had either told me upfront that he was poz, or who was sporting the bio hazard tattoo, the sex was more thrilling than any I had had before. The thrill came from the specific danger that the top could change my life for ever. It was why I knew I needed to be pozzed: so I could breed too. A few days before the party, I still not had received an acceptance to my request, and I seriously thought about cancelling my request as I was playing over the likely scenario in my mind, which led to the question 'What the fucking hell was I doing?' But I didn’t cancel and the day before the party I (and another 20 or so guys) received an acceptance, so the prospective headcount was somewhere around 50 guys with the result I found myself hoping the host had a big house. Naturally I looked over the list of attendees, and to my pleasure I found quite a few by whom I wanted to be fucked. The guys ranged in age from 20 to 60, and about 60% were listed as poz, which led me to think 'We neg boys are gonna be fucked to death. Literally'. The party was an overnight affair starting on Saturday afternoon and finishing Sunday afternoon and so the day of the party I made sure my man cunt was douched thoroughly, and I also pre-stretched, using my biggest dildo. I took the tube and arrived at the party house at 2:00 PM, an hour before the official starting time of 3:00 PM. The party house was a huge Victorian semi-detached villa with at least four floors that I could see from the street. As I approached I found several other early arriving guests who were being checked-in by a man who was ticking off names on a clipboard. Although I had downed a couple of beers before I left my house, I sensed a bit of awkwardness, so I specifically greeted the guys who were waiting in line. The guy at the door was a cute lad, mid 20’s, athletic and dressed in shorts only so you could see his nice smooth chest and pert little nipples. He was friendly with a nice smile. “Profile name?” he asked, looking me over. “I’m Adame24” I said and he looked at his clipboard. “Yep got you” he said ticking my name off. “Neg boy” he said, smiling back at me. “Not for long, I hope,” I replied, returning his smile. “Make your way in and you’ll find the dining room on the left is the locker room. Take you kit off and store your clothing in a bag then head to the lounge. It’s naked only” he instructed. “Thanks” I replied stepping past him into the hallway. “I’ll check you out later” he said, winking at me. I grinned back as I walked through the door he had identified. I presumed from his last statement he was poz and without a doubt I looked forward to taking his load. I found three other guys getting undressed as I entered and they all looked at me and grinned as I started removing clothes. I followed the guys down the hall and towards the music and chatter. The house was very big and entering the lounge it seemed long and vast and quite full of naked guys. Even allowing for the fact that the party had 50 acceptances, you could reasonably expect some wouldn’t turn up but I’d have to say there was over 40 guys there. I didn’t really know where to go at first but I saw a large table set up with drinks so headed for it, and in route I got quite a few glances from the guys, even if when squeezing past the men, my cock was somewhat timid, even if I would say even if flaccid my cock was still impressive. There were all sorts of guys here and I scanned around looking for Jamie. I hadn’t yet seen him but I did spot a few other muscled up lads, the younger guys weren’t bad either especially one who looked like a teenager and was getting plenty of stares. Some of the older guys too were doing it for me although there were some that had plainly gone to seed but none were really fat so I guessed our host had been picky in his acceptances. I felt my ass being handled and turned to see a guy of my age, he had shaved head and short stubbly beard but his bod was as taught as mine. He was hot and, judging by his semi-erect cock, he had a big one. “Hey fella” he remarked in what sounded to be an Australian accent. “Hi, you okay?” I asked as I turned to face him. “That’s one fine ass,” he replied, grinning broadly. “Thanks. You’re not so bad yourself.” “You chasing?” “I am," I replied with a smile. “Superb, mate,” he said. I notice his cock was swelling-up as we talked. “You?” I asked suspecting he was about to say what I wanted to hear. “No mate, I’m gifting” he answered, giving me a welcoming smile. I smiled while my cock got hard. Before we could do anything about it the music suddenly went silent and someone cleared his throat loudly. “Guys could I have your attention please.” I looked over as the naked bodies parted to show our host, Jez, stark naked too with a massive dick hanging between a reasonably toned body. He was a fine looking Daddy type with nice pecs and some chest hair. “Guys, welcome to my house. I’m Jez and I’ve organised this weekend’s soirée to help out a few of my negative friends and also some of my positive ones. Firstly, I love breeding and here tonight are 28 like minded guys who love to breed and pass on their DNA.” There was a few ripples of nervous laughter as he paused. “We are also joined by 16 negative boys who are totally fucked up presumably and chasing positive loads,” he continued again with a smattering of laughter. “So for the rules. You may use all but the very top floor which is roped off. All the rooms and beds are made for whatever depraved fucking you want to get up to. If you’re into piss could you do that in the bathrooms and please, no scat tonight.” He said looking towards two guys who looked away at his stare. Presumably he knew something about them we didn’t. “There’s lube all-round the house and anyone found using a condom will be asked to politely fuck off. You'll find drinks in this room and also you’ll find a stash of Viagra, poppers, tooth brushes and weed in here. If you’ve got anything harder then please feel free although please don’t burn my house down. There are towels in all the bathrooms and please shower as often as you want. We have food in the kitchen so help yourself.” “So the main event: all you neg guys are bottom or versatile so please pick up a red arm band from the table so we know who you are. Everyone else is obviously a top. And so you know, every top is not only positive but has a high viral load. A few boys clinically have AIDs. There are no undetectable guys here. Neg boys, make sure you try and take everyone’s load before you revisit guys again. You can’t refuse a cock either so get pissed and high and get horny for us breeders. Dirtier the better please. Some of us tops are versatile and I can understand a top taking cock while waiting for his erection to 'recharge', but make sure you're a top, make sure you take cock from the versatile neg boys so as not to waste any charged loads on a poz lad. Finally, tonight is about converting 16 neg fuckers into breeders. We have our duty cut out for us, boys, so let’s get dirty.” With that he finished his introductory speech and there was a polite round of applause and cheers. I turned back to the table and saw a pile of red arm bands. Slowly guys were picking them up and I did too wearing it on my right arm, my badge of shame. Negative and ready to be deflowered. The Aussie top grabbed my ass again and turning we kissed hard as he gripped my now erect cock. “Let’s find some space” he said, pulling me by my cock. He tugged me, letting go as we made our way passed bodies to an inviting leather chair in the corner. Aussie sat down and with his now erect 7 inches of thick cock pointing up he pulled me down and we kissed again. He started to jack my cock but I went down on him and took him fully in my mouth devouring his thick manhood. I licked the precum off and worked him hard while he moaned and pushed my head down hard, face fucking me a little. After a while he told me he wanted to fuck me so I swivelled round taking some lube and fingering it up my hole and smearing his cock. I slowly lowered myself down onto him as he sat there. He pushed up to meet my cunt and I felt his cock slowly penetrate my ring. I’d stretched my hole well today so I easily slid down his dick feeling him inside me. I started to lift up then dropped back down as I felt him meet my rising and falling. His cock felt good and my own banged against my stomach as I fucked him, sniffing on a bottle of poppers. We did this for a few minutes but I wanted to kiss my top so I got off, turned and knelt my legs either side of him and slid back down onto him again. Now I could kiss him which we immediately did and Aussie boy started fucking me. It felt so good being fucked and I steadied myself on the arms of the chair as he plowed my cunt. He was grunting louder and louder, “You want my poz load bitch?” he grunted through thrusts. “Fuck me, poz me “, I moaned back. He suddenly went into overdrive and fucked me fast and deep before I felt him slow and groan loudly. He held me hard on his shaft as I felt his cock twitch in me. His highly toxic load was pumping deep in my guts. We kissed hard while he kept his cock inside me making sure I got every drop. Finally we broke the kiss and I got off him. I could feel drips coming down my leg and reaching down I wiped it up with my hand. Looking at the liquid on my fingers I licked them clean savouring his and my juices. “Dirty bitch” he said grinning at me. “Fuck you later” and with that he got up and walked off. I got back to the table and watched a number of guys fucking before I saw my next breeder coming towards me. It was a younger guy of early twenties and he wasn’t what you’d call fit but he was good looking and smooth. His cock looked to be 6 inches or so and quite thick. “Follow me” he said, which I did obligingly We walked out the lounge and upstairs, I could hear fucking going on everywhere with moans, grunts, smacking and screams audible from every direction. My next top led me to a small room which had two floor mats. Two guys were already on one fucking like mad and he pulled me down on the other. No small talk, he knew what he wanted and pushed me on my back, lifting my legs up to expose my hole. He had lubed his cock and was plunging it into me within moments. I lay back watching him fuck me, his face was emotionless and he stared into my eyes pumping in and out of me. I grabbed his face and pulled it down and we kissed hard, our tongues dueling together.“Fuck me baby.” I moaned at him biting his bottom lip. He doubled his efforts and was hammering away at me for ages. The two guys besides us had obviously cum and they got up only to be replaced by another couple. Usually I like plenty of positions if I’m being fucked this long but he seemed to like missionary best and after a while I could sense he was close. “You want my toxic cum?” he asked me through gritted teeth. “Yes baby” I replied “Breed me” He pumped what must have been a heavy load in my ass as he came with a long, loud moan, cumming hard. I could feel him inside me. We lay together for a few more minutes, his heart was pumping so fast and his cock stayed inside my cunt. Finally he got of me and without a kiss said, “Thanks” and left the room. I felt like such a slut but to the side I could see the two guys in their thirties fucking missionary too. I lay still and watched the guy on his back getting fucked and he saw me grinning with beckoning eyes. I moved over and we started kissing while the top was fucking him. He tasted of smoke but it was hot to French kiss him while his ass hole was being invaded by another lad. I heard the door open and looking up another guy had poked his head round, he saw my available ass hole and was down with me in moments. I carried on kissing the guy and felt my legs being lifted and a new cock invading my hole. This felt bigger and I turned to look at the guy now about to fuck me, he was 40's, OK build, bit hairy but clearly a good size cock on him. He also had a few bruises on his skin and deep sores which I guessed could mean he was one of the guys with Aids. I turned back to the lad being fucked and we continued kissing as I felt the first thrusts in me. For a few minutes we were both being fucked and I carried on with the hottie while being fucked by the older guy. The guy fucking him suddenly started groaning and slowed as he was clearly cumming in the guy’s ass. He grinned at us both and after a few moments pulled out and got up. The guy stayed on his back and pulled me into another kiss as my ass was getting a serious pounding now. This guy was doing a good job of stretching me and I was really enjoying his efforts. Finally after a few more minutes he started to slow and moan and looking round he came in me. I could feel his cock twitch as he dumped his load. “I hope you like Aids” he said as he pulled out of me. I looked round and thanked him as he left the two of us. “Lick me out” the guy lying next to me said. I grinned and went down on his sloppy ass hole, it was quite full of spunk and there was blood mixed in the residue dripping out. I feltched the guy. I do love licking loads out of used sloppy ass holes. He must have had a few loads in there as I got quite a mouth full. I didn’t swallow immediately and we ended up snowballing the toxic spluge together and sharing. “Do me” I said and he did the same for me, licking me clean. Again we kissed and snowballed. “You just bottom?” he said finally breaking the kiss. “No I top too” I said grinning back. “Cool lets meet later I’d love you inside me” he said and with that we kissed and got up, looking for more poz boys. I went back to the lounge and grabbed another beer, there were less guys in here now but still plenty of fucking going on. I grabbed another bottle of poppers and a tooth brush. The latter was there to rough the anal passage up so we’d bleed and help the virus invade our blood stream. I needed to know tonight was worth it so I decided to make certain. The rest of the afternoon and evening blurred into a right royal fuck session with various highs and a few lows. The highs were getting double penetrated by the host and his fuck slut boyfriend who turned about to be the fit lad on the door I’d met earlier. They were really hot and stretched me so wide on their big double bed. I got fucked by a nice toned black guy while I took a quick shower and was happy to down a few guys piss while they came in to use the toilet. Black cock fucking my ass and guys depositing their piss in my mouth. Of course I did get a bit spit roasted too. But the pièce de résistance came around 11pm when Jamie suddenly honed into view. I hadn’t seen this fucking stud all night so maybe he turned up late but he saw me, came straight towards me, grabbed me and we were kissing hard without saying a word to each other. His muscular arms were gripping me hard. I could feel his fat dick between us. “Come” he said in a deep voice. I got dragged to a bedroom and luckily the bed had just been vacated so he threw me backwards on the wet sheets. He pulled my legs up and went down on my exposed sloppy ass hole. His tongue was inside me faster than a ferret up a drain pipe. He was eating me out so good, with fingers invading me too. I wanked my cock as he rimmed me. Finally he came up for air, pulled me towards him roughly and then spat the spludge into my face and mouth. Then started licking it off before kissing me hard again. We shared it between us but this guy was in total control and was holding me down as he kissed me. He bit my lip too and was on my nipples painfully biting them. I like rough but this guy was going to be leaving marks, I could tell. His fat dick kept banging my stomach and I was so horny to feel it inside me but Jamie was in control of me. I gripped his tight and pert bum cheeks forcing him down onto me and lifting my legs to expose my cunt to his cock. He didn’t need asking twice, he pulled up, grabbed my legs and pushed them towards my chest, then aimed his fat dick at my hole and pushed straight in. He didn’t even wait and luckily I was loose enough to accommodate him, just. He still hurt though and I actually screamed out. “Shut it bitch” he commanded and I fell silent and bit my lip. He went into hammer drive pretty quickly too and was fucking me deep and fast. I just about kept up but since he was slapping my face and squeezing my throat, slowly shutting of my oxygen, I had other things to think about too. I was so turned on and honestly a little scared but too horny to care. He kept on plowing my ass hard and although I was having difficulty drawing breath I was enjoying it so much. He finally let go of my throat so I could breathe then pulled out. Flipped me over on my front and dragged me onto all fours towards his cock then plowed back into me and carried on fucking me. He got deeper if anything and I was in heaven as he hit all my spots. I heard the door open and some guys came in but Jamie told them to watch only or fuck off. It seemed I was his bitch and he didn’t want to share. The guys stayed and watched Jamie continued to pummel my cunt and was slapping my ass so hard, I knew I’d have hand marks for weeks. No word of a lie, over the next hour ish, he fucked me in so many positions taking ages to cum. He was amazing and just kept going, we did get a bit of an audience although I noticed it turned into guys fucking around us. When he eventually came I was riding him on his back as he practically pulled my nipples off. He groaned loudly as he pumped his jizz in me and I crashed down on his cock to squeeze every drop out of him. It was the most amazing fuck and honestly he’s up there as one of the best tops I ever fucked. A real stallion. I collapsed on top of his sweaty body and lay there feeling him breathing fast. He pulled my face to his and we kissed long and hard again. Now that he’d cum he’d turned into a lover boy and we lay kissing for ages, feeling each other. Finally I got off his dick which was still in me. He was still hard too but the rules said we had to take cock from everyone before repeats. I must admit I was ready to go again but he pushed me off and said later. I was a bit disappointed but only for a micro second as two other guys were clambering on the bed next to me and were clearly about to rape me too. I kept fucking until about 5am but there were a few guys flagging by now with couples snoozing together after presumably fucking first. I think I’d had about 15 loads by now and had cum a few times. I’d used the tooth brush to rough up my ass a couple of times too or if truth be told I’d used any I found lying around of which they all had blood on them already. My cunt was certainly loose and sore by now but I saw a space on the settee in the lounge and sat down for a quick nap. No sooner had I closed my eyes than my cock was being sucked and looking down I saw the guy I’d feltched earlier staring up at me with his lips round my shaft. He had a couple of fingers in my cunt too but I knew he wanted to ride me and after a while of sucking me he knelt over me and slid down on my cock. I hadn’t topped all night so it felt great to fuck him. We kissed loads and I liked gripping his throat and squeezing as I tweaked his nipples hard. He didn’t complain and we fucked for ages. I got him on all fours at one point and was slapping his ass with gay abandon. After finally dumping my load down his throat, as he wanted to taste me, we collapsed in a hot sweaty mass and ended up sleeping together for a while. I woke up with him at 8 and he kissed me and left to find someone else to breed him. I got some quick breakfast and couldn’t even manage that without getting a blow job from a cute 20 year old lad who was neg too. I told him to take his arm band off and we found a spot so I could fuck him, he was just too cute to resist. The rest of the morning I needed to make sure I got a few more loads and I couldn’t remember everyone who’d fucked me (with a few exceptions) so I just took what came my way. Now that’s a real slut for you! I took another six loads by midday but there was a definite air of finality by now as I suspected the tops were tiring and so by 2pm Jez called to everyone to come back to the lounge and slowly guys did. “OK guys, we’ll call it a day. All you neg boys please let me know your test results and I’ll post to everyone to see how many we converted. I hope you all get what you deserve you dirty fuckers” he said grinning. There was another round of applause and that was that. So here’s the thing, I know I took two dirty loads a week before the party. Yep I should probably have said that at the beginning but in my book it was this party that changed my life. Three weeks later I actually got fuck flu which I thought was a myth but I was ill for a week and sweated so bad. My glands were swollen for ages, I just couldn’t get right. I got tested in October and got a text message from the clinic on November 12th 2013 to say I was positive. Epilogue – Happy to say I met up with Jamie again and again and again. He’s so fucking hot. I’m also breeding my pretty little ass off although I’m currently undetectable.
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I was in Houston Texas for work in 2009 for several weeks throughout the year. I used to frequent the adult theaters being a good little cock whore allowing anyone to breed me. The filthier the place the better. The filthier the men the better. Then came the day. I was staying in center city at a nice hotel and went running after work one night in my skimpy running shorts. I was to meet a friend in memorial park but to get there I had to run along an old water runoff canal. It was very overgrown and crossed under several highways over passes. I was running along and came to the highway over pass and there were tons of beer bottles, drug stuff and several old mattresses laying in the dirt. I stopped for a bit surveying the area and then ran on through to meet my friend. We ran a few miles at the park and then ended up talking on a park bench until dusk. Crap I said that I had to get back before it got dark. He offered to drive but I told him I’d be ok. I began to run back on the path and when I came to the area I could hear men talking. It was a homeless guy hangout for the night to stay out of the rain and weather. I walked up slowly and they all froze thinking I was a cop of something. They were smoking weed, doing drugs and drinking and I just turned my head and walked through. A few of them whistled at me and called me hot. I got past them, started to run and when I turned the corner back onto the trail I ran smack dab into a large black man taking a piss in the bushes. He turned around holding his massive cock in his hand. I didn’t say a word but looked down and stared. He laughed and said if I stared to long I might as well suck it. I got flustered and ran off back to my hotel. In the shower, all I could think about was his cock and struggled with the thoughts about going back. The fear of it all. I climbed into bed and started to jerk off but could not get it off my mind. I had enough so I got up and put my running cloths back on. Grabbed a small flashlight at the drug store and headed back in to the trail. As I approached the area I saw them all sitting around. I was timidly walked out in front of them and just stood there paralyzed with fear. Finally, they noticed me and the black guy came over and said “look what we have here, you shouldn’t have come back boy”. With that 6 other guys surrounded me and ripped my clothes off, bent me over and before I could say no, I had a cock shoved down my throat and one up my ass. I tried to get away but the big black guy grabbed my hair and dragged me to the mattress. He shoved a whisky bottle in my mouth and told me to swallow several gulps…my stomach was now on fire. He began to shove his cock down my throat balls deep until I was gasping for breath. Then he pulled out and shoved the whiskey bottle in my mouth again. The whole place began to spin. I could barely stand and when I tried to run away I just stumbled and fell. They dragged me back to the dirt and several stood around me. I thought they wanted me to suck them but then I guy went balls deep down my throat and began to piss. It was injected down my throat and I could do nothing but swallow it. All of it. Then he threw me back to the ground and two guys began to piss all over me as they laughed. I got really sick and stumbled away to puke my guts up in the bushes. When I was finally dry heaving they grabbed my legs and dragged me back to the mattress, held my legs open and raped me over and over. Violently and I was too weak to resist. Then one guy pulled me on top of him and had his cock inside me. I felt another man come up behind me. OMG he was going to fuck my ass as well. His cock slid in alongside the other guys and I thought my ass was going to tear. I cried out in pain but soon my piss soaked under wear were shoved in my mouth. I could feel every thrust as they bred me over and over. All of them. I began to black out after 6 or 7 guys. I came in and out of consciousness. I woke up the next morning to guy’s pissing on me to wake me. I shot up from the burning in my eyes and tried to stand but something really hurt inside me. Holy fuck there was something inside me. Something very large. They all laughed and just said “this buds for you”. I waddled off and tried to force it out. It hurt like hell. I stuck my finger in and felt the bottom of a beer bottle. OMG they shoved an entire beer bottle up my ass until my ass collapsed around it. Finally, I just grinned and pushed it out. When it popped out and on the ground all sorts of bloody cum leaked out of my now destroyed gaping ass. I had no way of holding it back. I cleaned myself up as best I could and walked back to the hotel in piss soaked cloths all covered in dirt. Vowing to never do that again. The only problem is I went back the next trip, and the trip after that.
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I mid-thirties, a scruffy blond who likes swimming and running mixed in with occasional weights. This means I’m 5”11 and fit. I’ve clipped my chest hair and have pierced tits. I’ve a good sized cock, 8” with a bolt through the head and a piercing behind the glans; shaved balls but I’ve kept my tight hole covered by a good growth of blond arse hair. I’m more of a bottom boy and pretty slutty with the right guy or guys. Sometimes I do like to fuck. I’ve been in a relationship with my black partner for 20 years and we play together or solo. As you can imagine as a black guy he is hung like a horse and ripped. He also knows how to fuck me. A quick spit, a quick lick then deep and raw. Splitting my cunt open. He never takes no for an answer. Ever. He wants me, he takes me. I swim every day, twice a day. Morning and evening. The gym is a short walk from our house; and shorter if I walk through the local housing estate. It’s not rough but I’m still careful. Swimming first thing or last thing means I have the pool to myself. I do a minimum of 75 lengths each session and wear classic speedos to avoid drag. That’s what I tell people but to be honest I love wearing speedos. Usually, I’m the only person there at night but recently I’ve been joined by a guy. And I admit he’s hot, in that straight kind of way. I don’t have a type but usually I got for beefy hairy daddies who can teach me a thing or two as “Daddy” or fit muscle guys who can throw me around and treat me like a whore. And they need to be hung and engine-powered fuck machines. I’m a size queen and proud of it. 8” minimum otherwise I’m not interested. Bigger is better. If I’m honest I like to gag on a cock til I retch and then be hard fucked, bred and pissed on. Me and my husband are both on prep and he likes nothing better than fucking my cummy hole. Not really into rimming. I just want cock deep in my cunt. Yeah, I love that word. And “breed”. And as I mentioned, I like piss. Always surprised me how many guys say they’re into it but when it comes down to it, hosing me down and making me drink it, they become prissy shits. Basically, I’m a preppy guy hiding a dirty fucker deep inside my cummy cunt. Lol. If I fuck, then I go for tight arsed twinks with smooth cunts. And hopefully who have never take a double pierced cock or taken it raw. Always raw. Corruption is fun. Makes my cock drip and my cunt clench. So this guy. Not my type at all but I’m intrigued. He’s about 5”9’, dark haired and tattooed. And I mean completely inked from head to toe. When I first spotted him I couldn’t tell exactly what they were but over the past few weeks I’ve seen him closer up - in the changing room or by the side of the pool. A massive two headed dragon is inked across his chest and the tail wraps around his waist to join up to a picture of the tree across his back. There are lots of smaller tattoos on the tree but I can’t make out what they are. His arms are covered in vine leaves or something and his legs in what seem to be lots of individual symbols. He also has pierced tits which I always think is unusual in a guy so young. I reckon he’s about 25. 27 tops. Body wise he is definitely a swimmer. He’s lean and muscular. But he’s definitely straight. He wears baggy swim shorts but I reckon from what swings around inside that his cock isn’t too bad. He always arrives after me, does about 50 lengths and is gone before I leave the pool. Once or twice I’ve seen him in the changing room. But he’s never been naked. Always dressed in at least his boxers. He nods or says “Hey” but that’s it. He’s not my type. Not a daddy, not a muscle stud and not a twink. That suits me fine. Or I should say ‘suited’ me fine until the other night. It was a Tuesday. I arrived slightly later than expected because I had worked late to clear my desk. The guy at the counter nodded me through and as ever there were one or two guys working out. It’s an old gym. Used to be a gentleman’s club or something so there are two changing rooms - one for the gym; and a smaller one next to the swimming pool which is in the basement. I always use the smaller room, it’s closer to the pool and it’s quieter. Also, if I’m honest the smell of sweat gives me an instant hard on. Not really always appropriate in a gym. So I headed downstairs and pushed the door open. There are two rows of lockers and they look straight into the shower cubicles. I stopped dead in my tracks. There, under a spray of water was the guy. First let me say that he was much fitter than I thought. His muscles ripples under his inked skin as the water cascaded down his body. He eyes were closed and his mouth open. And instantly the reason why was really clear. Both his hands were wrapped around a monster of a cock. It was at least 10” and thicker than my arm. And sporting a massive ring through the head of his cock. I was transfixed as I watched him jack his massive piece of meat. I watched as he beat his dong and then as he turned and sprayed a fountain of cum against the wall. Slapping his cock to empty that thick tube of every drop. I suddenly realised I had to beat a retreat and before he noticed me I was out of the door and heading out. Needless to say my cock was rigid. And my moth dry. Swimming was out of the question.
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I just got home from a group meet with a few guys off grindr OMG I've never been more turned on 🤤 he took me to the woods at the end of the town I stay in and used me as he pleased filled me with cum and piss. He made me crawl around the woods on all fours while we waited for the rest of the group to arrive then they passed me around and did the same pissing and cumming in my already used hole stretched out and filled up they spat on my face and plugged my ass before making me walk home god I love being a cumdump
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https://www.gayforit.eu/video/371835/TRASH-RITUAL-PUNK-TATOO-1 I believe this video is a work of art as it encompasses all of the raunchy desire a depraved bb pig might have!
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Chapter One The more I stood there looking at the black steel door in front of me, the more I got pissed. He disappeared in the evenings during the week many times, only to show up with some lame excuse to where he had been. Tonight, I followed him. I was going to find out what the fuck was going on. I expected to see him go into one of the many adult bookstores in our area, but he went passed them and down this alley. I wondered if he knew I was following him, because at the top of the stairs leading down to where I was now, he paused and looked at the entrance of the alley. A smug grin came across his face and then he descended to the door. With a loud bang, he was gone. My anger grew and without thinking about it I kicked the bottom of the door. The thud echoed through the alley way. I heard some loud clicking and the door swung open. “What do you want” a deep commanding voice said from the darkness inside. “I, um, I’m not sure……”I stuttered out. “You the fresh meat?” the voice asked “I……” Without starting my second word, a large muscular arm reached out of the dark, it’s hand grabbed my arm and pulled me in. The door slammed shut with a loud thud, then a click and I knew I was trapped inside this place. Before I could say anything or even protest, the man pushed me into a room and order: “Strip” I was shaking with fear and without even thinking, I pulled my shirt over my head, stuffing it in one of the large brown bags on the floor. I kicked off my shoes and tossed them in. “Hurry the fuck up, the clients will be in soon” I undid my jeans and pulled them off, tossing them in the bag. There I was standing in my underwear, with this huge muscle man looming over me. “Underwear too,” he said, “Fuck are you shy?” Hooking my fingers in the waistband of my briefs I pushed them down my legs. His had went to my ass, rubbing it, then sliding his fingers in my crack. They moved up and down, teasing my hole. I was too scared to pull away and allowed him to play with my ass and hole. “Okay, lets get you strapped in and hooked up” he said. He grabbed my arm, around my bicep and pulled me down a darkened hall. As we moved I looked around, trying to see if my cheating bastard of a boyfriend was lurking around. I got a good look at the first room we past. It was full of glory holes, about 4 on each wall. I tried to get a better look, but the brute pulled me along. He pulled me around a corner and opened a hidden door. I could see a padded bench about waist high in the room. A black piece of leather covered an opening in the wall, blocking my view of what was on the other side. “Get up there and slide through” the brute ordered me. I quickly, got up on the bench on my knees. “Wait, stay just like that and relax” I was too scared to move. He grabbed a bottle off a shelf. It had a long thin tip on it. He squeezed it a bit and a clear liquid oozed out the top. Using his thick finger he rubbed that liquid up and down the tip. He positioned it at my hole and slid it in, squeezing it. I could feel the warm liquid coating my insides. Once he was satisfied, he pulled it out and put it back on the shelf. “Okay slide through” I laid down on the bench and slide my legs through the opening, lifting the leather just a little. “Keep going until I tell you to stop” I slide more and more. My legs were hanging out in the other side. I kept moving until the top of my ass was just past the edge of the bench outside the leather. “Right there. He positioned the leather up around my belly button and clamped it down on each side of me. He put my arm down beside me and strapped me in, then moved to the other and did the same. He pulled another strap over my chest and pulled tight. What ever was going on, I wasn’t going anywhere. He grabbed a clear plastic tube, that looked exactly like what you would see in hospitals to get oxygen. He hooked two hoops around my ears and then positioned two tips coming out of the tube up my nose, one in each nostril. “I don’t think this is right….” I said finding my voice. “Yeah they all say that the first time” “But….” “Relax and enjoy” he said leaving me in the room, turning off the bright light above leaving me in the dark. A few minutes later, I felt a hand around my ankle, raising my leg up. I could feel cold leather around my ankle shortly after. The slack in what ever was holding my leg was pulled tight and I was left with my leg in the air, unable to move it. Before I could even say anything my other leg met the same fate. A rough hand started to explore my ass, feeling my smooth cheeks and then my crack. The fingers pushed against my hole. I felt a sharp nail scratching the sides of my hole, then press inside. “Prep him good” a voice said. As the finger slid inside and started to scratch at my insides, I breathed deep through my nose. Poppers were flowing through the clear tube and I immediately felt the relaxing wave run through my body. The finger nail continued to scratch up my insides. “You’re going to love this” another mysterious voice said through the walls. I mumbled something, even I couldn’t understand. “Been coming here for weeks” the voice said. Even in my popper high I recognized the voice, it was my boyfriend David. I fucking knew it. “Just keep huffing and you will enjoy it too” My mind wondered if he knew it was me. I hoped not. The finger pulled out and I started to hear ominous music playing. In the darkness of my little room my mind began to wonder, what exactly was this place. Soon there were noises in the hall that brought my mind back to the situation I was in. Voices were talking, some I could make out what they were saying, others I couldn’t. “Look they have fresh meat” someone said rubbing my ass. “I will try that soon, but I am going to slid into the one that’s been here before” “Yeah, guess he’s not infected yet” “Been taking all the loads and haven’t turned” David said. “You need more then” a voice said. “Yeah, been giving it to the boyfriend too, want to pass it to him” David said. “Huff deep” a voice said. I heard a grunt and then David moaning. What the fuck was happening? Was he getting fucked right now? I felt a finger play with my hole and slid in and out. I tensed up a bit. “The more you tense up the rougher it gets” a voice at my feet said. The finger was replaced with a cock head, pressing against my hole. I huffed deep from my “popper line,” as the head push in and went balls deep. The pain was intense, yet dulled a little from the huffs I was continuing to take. “Just popped the new boy’s cherry” the man said, “going to open him up and seed him deep” Fuck, even through the popper fog my mind was in a panic. This man was fucking me raw, I only ever fucked raw with my boyfriend. I tried to move and I couldn’t, the restraints were too tight. I squeezed my hole, trying to force out the raw cock, but that only encouraged the man. “Yeah you bitch in heat, squeeze that ass around my cock” “Fuck, sounds like he wants to milk out that spoiled seed” “First time chasers are so fucking eager” My mind raced to come up with ideas on how to escape. I tried to focus on not breathing through my nose, but as the cock continued to pump in and out of my hole, the more I huffed the poppers. “Wish y’all were infecting my boyfriend” David said. What the fuck, I thought. Not only was he cheating and taking loads and trying to infect me with what ever disease he caught, but now he wants me here getting infected. My anger grew thinking about how fucking twisted this was. Yet, I hadn’t cried out for them to stop, nor did I expose to my boyfriend that I was in the dark room next to him. “I get that hole next” I heard a voice say. “It’s yours” It wasn’t the man fucking me responding. It was David’s top. “Heard the shit shot up there hadn’t taken, so they called in the big guns” “Yeah?” “Full blown, med resistant” There was a loud cheer from the other side of the wall. David was moaning loudly, could even hear him over the slapping of flesh as the two tops pounded our holes. “If that don’t take, I will go the blood route” David said. “Oh it will take” the man said. The cock in my hole was thrusting in and out at a fast pace. His balls were swinging and hitting my back when he thrusted in. They must have been so low hanging nuts. The head of the cock would meet the inside of my hole, pull it out just a bit and then his cock would be shoved back in balls deep. My pulse throbbed in my temples and I could hear my heartbeat in my ears, drumming out the rhythm of the fucking that I was getting. “Full blown huh?” someone asked, “you look like death is trying to beat down your door” “I take that as a compliment” the man said, “plan to infect as many as I can before I meet the grim reaper” David was moaning louder and louder as the slapping of flesh got louder and faster. Who ever was up his hole was pounding him like there was not tomorrow. The man up my hole was still pounding me at a good pace. “Here comes your first load of the night” someone said. “Shoot that cum up my hole, breed me you diseased fucker” David shouted. “Ohhhh fucccckkk” There was cheering as the man came up David’s hole. This encouraged my top who started to pound my hole harder and faster. I was grunting with every thrust in. “Cherry boy is about to get his first infecting” the man said. “Break his cherry, breed him deep” someone shouted. “Hold on buddy, it only gets better from here” David said. The man slammed into me deep. I could feel his cock pulse as his load shot out of his piss slit and splattered the walls on my insides. “Virus ho!” he shouted. There was more shouting and cheering as the man shot in me. I closed my eyes and felt my warm tears run down the side of my face, cooling as the moved away from my eyes. My mind was twisting in the guilt of what just happened. I was beating myself up for allowing this to happen. for not stopping the muscled brute from strapping me to this bench. “Beg for my disease” voice said, “Beg for my death” “Please gift me with your disease, your death. Shoot your mutated virus in me, to spread” David said. I heard a loud grunt and knew that the man had shoved his cock up David’s hole. “Oh fuck yeah Daddy,” David yelled, “deep dick me” I listened close as the man pounded David’s hole. My cock was hard and standing up, supported by the leather. A hand slapped my ass hard, making it sting and warm, then a cock slid up my hole. I moaned. A hand wrapped around my cock and slowly jacked it as the cock started to move in and out of my hole. “Milk that last untainted load out of those balls” someone said. The man started to jack my cock faster and faster, while his cock was pushed in deep, his crotch against me. I could feel my cum building. “Anyone wanna eat a virus virgin’s load” the man jacking me asked. “Oh fuck no” someone replied, “waste that shit on the floor” I felt a new hand take over jacking my cock as the cock in my ass started to move, pumping in and out. Soon they were moving at the same rhythm. Each time the hand slid down my shaft, it crushed my nuts. I wanted to cry out that I was about to cum, but did’t want David to know it was me on the next bench getting seeded by anonymous men, just like him. My muscles began to tense up as my cum load got closer and closer to shooting out of my piss slit. My ass muscles squeezed the cock in my hole, only to have it pump harder and rougher. “He’s about to blow” the guy fucking me yelled. “Jack him harder” someone yelled. “Milk that vanilla load” another voice yelled. “Empty those nuts, so they can fill up with poison seed” David said. My body tensed up more and I felt my muscles twitch and my cum shoot out. I could tell this load was shooting high. The men cried out as my piss slit opened and my load flew high in the air. The hand on my cock continued to jack and my cock continued to shoot. Until it to too sensitive and began to deflate. Once limp the hand dropped it and it fell on to my crotch.
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I'd been on PrEP over a year. At first genuinely looking to prevent, but lately it became out of wanting to control if/when "it" happened. My mind had raced for months, pondering what it would be like taking that first positive load. Not the run of the mill undetectable load, but the real potent deal. Many jerk off fantasies reading stories, watching videos where some boy was verbally filled with a poz load and imagining myself at that moment of no return. Without much thought, I forgot the PrEP for a day. The second day, I thought "Oh shit, I missed a dose, that's not like me." A voice in my head debated what harm was missing a second? Well, the doctor did say two was acceptable, but certainly not three. Day Three comes. Why am I wasting it? I'm not even having sex, beyond sucking someone off occasionally? I can always take it for a week and get back on track. A week with out sex is nothing for me. I don't classify myself as a real catch, early 40's decent looks, a bit boyish for my age in mannerism and depending on my style of dress. Very orally inclined, mentally a bottom though not really been used enough to really get accustomed to it, though that itch does need scratched. Day ten, post PrEP, arrives. Searching websites and apps for anything that catches my eye; however, pretty shy to initiate the contact. Time wasted, staring blankly, getting no responses. Maybe I'm too standoffish? But wait... what was that? A message! I was in shock, having not gotten one previously, I'd never heard the notification. MasterDaddy4u: "Hey boy. Just lurking or willing to go through with it?" Me: "Hello. I do want to go through with it, just hesitant and depends on what I find I guess." MasterDaddy4u: "Very dom 62 yr old Master, if you come over, you belong to me. And when you speak to me, you should say Sir or Daddy, boy!" Me: "Wow, that is pretty blunt." MasterDaddy4u: "What boy? I did not hear you." Me: "Wow,that is pretty blunt, Sir." *what made me obey so quickly?* MasterDaddy4u: "I am sending you my address. When you arrive, enter at door to the garage. Instructions will be there. If you object to anything in that list, go home to your Mama. We wont talk again until you comply." Me: "I need a moment to think on this, Sir." MasterDaddy4u: "That time is past. Bye, Boy. See you in compliance, or this is the last I have to say." >>MasterDaddy4u is offline. My mind raced like crazy. I had a private shared file waiting to be opened. Staring at my screen, my mouse making circles around the icon.... >>click<< "Boy, be at this address in one hour and follow all instructions on site. If you do not, you will be sent away. No second chances." It ended with the exact address. I recall I've stopped PrEP. What if? I don't even know his status. Or what he intends. As my mind raced, I realize I've undressed without realizing it. I get a shower to ensure I was presentable...just in case. IF... *mind still races* When... In a flash, I find myself in my car, heading toward the unknown. Am I foolish for just showing up without much conversation, no exchanged pix, nothing at all? Time seemed to fly and yet creep at the same time. Looking at my watch, after the relatively short drive over, I had 15 minutes left of the hour allotted. Looking at the darkened house from the street, butterflies churned in my stomach. Halfway up the drive...when did I get out of the car? Hand on the knob. Still time to turn back. My cock and hole both twitch as my stomach does back-flips. Inside the dimly lit garage, a solitary lamp shines on a piece of paper. Leaning down, I begin to read what is expected of me. *** Boy, welcome to your possible future. You can still turn back, but once you start on this list, you are bound by your choice. I know you are here. I've seen you on camera. You have 30 minutes to comply or leave. 1. The boy acknowledges that he freely and willingly accepts being the property of his Master, with the understanding he will, upon showing his submission by beginning this list, be taking his Master's HIV poz load and piss to be properly marked, and will accept any and all demands/orders made by his Master without question, subject to punishment for failure to comply. 2. The boy is to strip and place all belongings into the lock-box provided. Once the lock is in place, it will not be opened. 3. Once naked, the boy will find the collar next to the lockbox. Affix the collar, as well as its lock. Again, once locked, only the Master may choose to remove it. 4. The boy shall kneel, eyes down, palms down on knees, and wait quietly for his Master to retrieve him. Final chance to leave, boy. Once any step has started, your consent is no longer required for those after it. Punishment will be delivered once any lock is in place and you try to withdraw. *** Oh my God! He's positive! FUCK! What about my PrEP? My mind flies through the options of fleeing or giving in. My cock soaks my underwear with precum. Subconsciously, my shoes are kicked off as my shirt goes over my head. My undies getting more uncomfortable by the moment, I rip at my shorts praying for some relief. I'm naked! In a strange place, about to surrender myself to someone, sight unseen. I have to think this through a bit more! I look at my watch. SHIT! I've only got 10 minutes to dress and leave, or accept my fate. Accept my fate? What an odd choice of words! My brain seems to be working on two levels. One fighting it, one having already given in. I need more time! What do I really want to do? >>click<< What was that? A sound snaps me out of my mental debate with logic. FUCK! The lock-box! I locked it! Panic sets in. I can still flee, granted I'd naked and with nothing I came with. DAMN IT! On foot too, as my keys are in the box! How much time do I have? SHIT! No watch! I have to decide. It's now or never! ***** ((I am very new to attempting to write stories. I welcome any feedback. I've been pondering this one a long time, but after reading so many great stories on here, I find it hard to put into words what in my mind plays out like a flawless movie. Thanks for reading this first part. I'll try to continue it as time permits, hopefully sooner rather than later.))
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My name is Jacob. I grew up in a very strict evangelical Christian family. We attented church twice a week, had bible study every night at home, and believed sex was only in marriage for procreation. That's why we had 9 kids in our family. I was number 5. We lived in a small house with no privacy. All the boy's shared one room, all the girls another. So needless to say not only was masturbation a sin, it was near impossible to find a place to do it. But teenage hormones always find a way. I had mastered the art of silently rubbing myself off late at night, cumming into my hand then licking it clean to leave no telltale sign of my disobedience. Disobedience was a severely punishable crime. After God, Father and Mother reigned supreme, and any fractions were dealt with swiftly and severely. This most often consisted of a switch to the palms, or bare buttocks. I remember once my older brother Elijah was caught touching himself and Father made him strip naked in front of us boys and bend over, grabbing his ankles while his buttocks were administered with 39 lashes, the same number Jesus endured. He had to say "I am a sinner, I deserve this, Thank you Lord Jesus" after every strike on his flesh. All I could focus on was his exposed anus and his testicles and penis hanging down, all covered in light hair, such as I was sprouting at the time. I felt my own penis getting hard as I stared at my naked brothers private parts. But like I said, hormones drive teenage boys to take risks. I was 15 when I discovered I could sneak into my neighbor's garage while he was away at work and have a much more satisfying masturbation session that I could late at night in my room. Here, I had privacy and could strip naked and enjoy my body without fear of getting caught. Or so I thought. I had been enjoying Mr. Jackson's garage for several years, when one day there was a new development. I had snuck in as usual and started dropping my trousers when something caught my eye. On a shelf were some magazines. And not just any magazines, they were sex magazines. GAY sex magazines! Even more sinful than unmarried men and women! My blood ran cold knowing the devil was tempting me beyond my youthful masturbation, but I couldn't look away. I was transfixed at the images. I had of course heard of the evils of homosexual sex, but had never seen it. And here it was staring me in the face. And my penis had never been harder! I had barely touched myself when I ejaculated a mighty load all over Mr. Jackson's magazines and garage floor. I panicked at the thought of leaving evidence of my tresspassing and frantically licked my sperm off the magazines as best I could before replacing them as I found them. I pulled up my trousers and quickly went home, forgetting about what I left on the floor. A couple of days later, I returned to find the magazines again. This time I looked through more of them as I delicately stroked my penis until I orgasmed into my hand and cleaned up the evidence. I was hooked. The devil had his claws in me, and that night I prayed and prayed to God to save my soul. But I was too far gone with my interest in those magazines. Several weeks went by, with me there almost every day, falling deeper into the devil's trap. Then it happened. I was laying naked on Mr. Jackson's garage floor, stroking my penis, and I heard it. The door to the house opened and there I was, caught red handed. I didn't realize Mr. Jackson was home that day and I was caught hook, line, and sinker. I froze in terror, unable to move. Mr. Jackson just looked down at my naked body and smiled an evil smile. "Well, well, well," he snickered. "So it's you Jacob. I was wondering which boy had been sneaking over here. Looks like I caught me a tresspasser." As he said this he aimed his phone at me and snapped a couple pictures. "How old are you now boy?" he asked me. "18 now Sir." I was barely able to get out. "Perfect." he said as he snapped another picture. "Now what would your parents say if I told them about this and showed them these pictures?" "Please Sir!" I begged, tears running down my face. "Please don't tell them. I will be condemned." "You already are boy. Your mine now." He laughed as he stared down at me. Mr. Jackson was an older black man, with a short greying beard and a bit of a pot belly. He started unbuttoning his pants as he said, "I know you're a faggot Jacob. I know you've been looking at those magazines as you jerk off. Well boy, now I own you, and if you want to keep this private, you'll do as I say!" With that he pulled out his big, black dick which was already rock hard. I knew what he wanted me to do. I had now seen dozens of pictures of men sucking each others penises. I was about to do the same. "Meet your new friend, Kahn." he said as he grabbed my hair and pulled me up. "Open up faggot!" My mouth spread apart as the tears ran down my face. Without ceremony he pushed his penis into my open mouth and started ramming it in and out. I struggled and gagged, choking on it as he held my hair, pulling my head back and forth, taking more pictures of my first oral sex. "Suck it you self righteous little whore. You're my whore now! God can't save you. You'll learn to worship and pray at your new god. You'll do anything I tell you, and learn to beg for it!" With that he started ejaculating down my throat, pumping his sperm down into my belly. When he was done he pushed me back down to the ground, smiling at my rock hard teen dick. "Jerk it boy!" He ordered me. I just grabbed it and started to shoot as soon as I had stroked it a couple of times. Mr. Jackson of course took more pictures as I shot all over myself. "Lick it up bitch!" He demanded. Then get dressed and get out. I'll be in contact." With that he went inside the house, leaving me naked and trembling at what had transpired. I knew I was now his property.
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40 yo sub bottom living in Vegas. Need to be used hard. Love bondage and all sorts of kinks. Unfortunately limited gear here, but open to almost anything.
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I met David on Twitter several years ago; we both followed some interesting people with hashtags like #bbbh, #gaybdsm, #gaypiss, #gayfisting, and others. As I scrolled through who he followed, I noticed a lot of guys who were poz or chasers. So, I reached out through a direct message just to say hello. We chatted a bit and he seemed like a nice guy. We exchanged profile names for a popular website for men into BDSM. David's profile was short, "Rubber Dom seeks pigs for raunchy sex play, fisting, and fucking. HIV+ but neg friendly, raw only and I don't pull out." I checked out his galleries and saw various images of him in rubber. He was a sexy man with an evil smile and glint in his eyes. No nudes, just my imagination and I got off looking at his pictures. We continued to chat on occasion just casually learning about each other. Not once did we discuss sex or his being poz and my being neg. I figured he just wasn't into me. Couldn't hurt to have a connection in London since I go there occasionally for work. One day I posted a pic of my hungry hole to Twitter. I was in my rubber catsuit kneeling, bent forward, zipper on my ass down, slipping a finger in...David retweeted my image with a comment about a nice hole to breed. I liked his post and went to bed. The next morning, I logged into the website to a message from David. "I want to breed you and fist it deep, boy." Attached was a picture of a beautiful uncut, veiny, pierced cock. INSTANT WOOD! I immediately responded, "Yes Sir, please breed my pighole." We chatted back and forth as I lay in bed stroking thinking about him breeding me. As I shot my load, David sent me a message, "You better take a picture of you cleaning up your cum and send it to me boy." Fuck, he knew I was jerking off...I responded "Yes Sir!" "Good boy, now Sir has to wrap up His work day." I cleaned up, taking pictures and a video and sent them to him. Then I showered and went to work. We still hadn't talked about him being poz and my being neg. I decided that needed to change. I needed to see just how open he was to chasers. That night, I sent him a message along the lines of...I noticed you are HIV+ and wanted to let you know I'm HIV- but poz friendly, I'm on PrEP. I figured that would break the ice. The next morning, David had sent me a message. "Yes pig, I figured you were on PrEP seeking poz loads. I'm poz and currently on meds, so I'm undetectable."- 54 replies
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Me and a fuckbuddy enjoy putting on our cockerings and getting into out jockstraps and boots. We get into bed (rubber sheet) hold each other tight, deep kiss and grind our jocked cocks together so we get real hard. After a bit we both piss inner jocks wile still grinding. man I Loe the feel of my buddy hot wet jock rubbing on mine.
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I'll be in Miami starting Thursday, Jan 07 until the following Thursday, Jan. 14. I'm a complete cumdump and willing to take any load - NO LOAD REFUSED. Not yet sure where I'll be staying - I'm working out those details now. I'm flexible the entire time I am there, and will be able to host at my hotel, most likely near one of the beaches. I am also willing to travel within reason. TEXT: 3177358650 EMAIL: 317cumdump@gmail.com.
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Muscled sub slut in SE11 needs a thick cocked top to fill me with his cum and then his piss. Have done it a few times but hard to find guys really into it
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