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Looking to build a group into pushing limits. In particular, looking for subs who crave the kind of session that you cannot arrange for yourself, for example to have no control over how uses you, or pushing a limit passed the point where you want it to stop. The same subs though should also enjoy arranging and supporting with sessions for the other subs in the group. Limits have to be agreed carefully in advance, but then there is no backing out. Get in touch if you are interested.
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The Brothel Part 1 My name is Jaxx, and I own one of the biggest, most infamous criminal businesses in America. I've dedicated my life to spreading drug addiction, diseases, and prostitution, and this is the story of how it all started. When I was 35, I thought I was the shit. I was a tan 6'4" cue-ball made of 280 pounds of pure, bulging, tattooed muscle. Some people called me a meathead, but fuck them. When I got angry or aggressive (which was often), everyone shut the hell up. If I wanted a hole to fuck, I could pick from any number of holes that were begging me to fuck them. However, I now admit I was struggling to stay afloat. I lived alone then in a run-down basement apartment in the hood of Philadelphia. I hadn't talked to my family in over 7 years - I had been living with my parents until I was 28. They kicked me out after 10 years of me doing nothing but amateur porn, smoking weed in the house, and bringing girls and fags home to fuck. Took them long enough, I guess, but being a small-time straight male pornstar barely pays at all, so I started dealing drugs too. I mainly sold meth, crack, and coke, but I pushed a little bit of everything, including rarer gems like GHB and K. I had to deal with all kinds of fucked up customers, many of them flaky and shady as hell. One day, one of my customers gave my contact to this boy named Chris. To this day, I don't know Chris' last name, even though I've known him for years. Chris was only 18 at the time and was still finishing high school. He had lost his virginity much earlier than that apparently, but it wasn't until he was old enough to be active on hook-up sites and get into gay bars and clubs did he try Tina for the first time. By the time he had decided to buy from me, he had already tried it a few times, and the bottom boy lived for it. I arranged for Chris to meet me by the parking garages at the end of the street at 10PM. By the time I walked down there at 9:50, Chris was already there waiting, looking suspicious and lost. My eyes widened. It was love at first sight. And that, I mean I knew I needed to fuck him. Even then, I had thoughts of how I'd ruin his life. Chris was the type of boy who was probably timid and sometimes picked on because he was gay but was so gorgeous it would've been impossible for him not to know it. Given his track record with sleeping around town, I'm guessing he did know. He was 5'8", toned just enough that he had pretty defined arms and chest but wasn't at all big. He had soft golden blond hair in spikes like a surfer, sported a deep tan, had the whitest teeth and most brilliant blue eyes I've ever seen, and a charming boyish smile that screamed of innocence. I knew he wasn't all innocent though. He had a deep arc in his lower back that thrust out his juicy ass, which he accented with tight skinny jeans that sagged just a little. His tan skin was perfectly smooth, so something tells me he shaves or waxes. He had two big studs in his ears, and he wore this crazy low-cut shirt that was so tight his nipples stood right out. The boy looked like a slut. Everything about his appearance says he likes men and wants men. At that moment, I instantly changed my mind about the deal. "Hey. Chris?" I asked rhetorically. I reached out my hand, which looked gigantic compared to his. "Y-Yeah. You're Jaxx, right?" He put his delicate baby-soft hand into mine, and I almost crushed it with my firm grip. "That's me. Pleasure to meet you, babe. How about we head over to my place?" I offered. His eyes lit up, and I smiled a devilish grin. I knew this boy was attracted to me, and he was excited to think that maybe I was attracted to him too. I was, and I am. I grinned and placed my hand on his ass and guided him in the direction of my apartment. I led him down a staircase coming from the sidewalk into the basement floor, where we walked to end of the hall. The door in front was the boiler room. The door to the right was my apartment. I sensed he was little scared, but also excited. My place is just a fuck den and nothing more. It's enough to freak any unsuspecting young boy out, but then again he came here to buy my drugs and probably hoped to take my dick, so he wasn't going to back out. My whole place consisted of only two rooms and a bathroom. The door opens to the main room. In one corner of the room was my bed, or really just a mattress on a frame with a sheet covering it. Two dirty pillows, no headboard. In another corner was a computer and TV-monitor. Against the wall were my clothes strewn across the dirty concrete floor - a messy tumble of jeans, wife-beaters, socks, sneakers, and boots. A table in a third corner had all kinds of junk and a microwave on it. The trash was overflowing, and most of it was on the ground around it. Little empty drug baggies mixed themselves in with empty beer cans and bits of litter and debris. The second room, which I call the cave, I kept locked, was smaller, and consisted of a mattress, several locked cabinets packed to the brim with drugs, a suitcase for distribution, and various drug paraphernalia lying around. On a little nightstand stood a glass bong and a tray with a pipe, torches, butane, points, plastic syringes, etc. Several half-full bottles of poppers and various oily lubes were littered on and around the mattress. Finally, the bathroom looked akin to a gas station bathroom. No additional explanation needed. Chris stood there awkwardly, not knowing where to be. I unlocked the cave and led him inside onto the mattress. I sat him down, picked up the glass bong and a fat bag of crystals, then liberally poured the stuff into the bowl piece. "You're a new customer, so let me smoke you up. First one's on me," I said as I started melting the crystals. "And if you keep me company and smoke with me tonight, I'll give you the ball for half the price I said it was." Chris' face lit up with excitement, and he even shined his pearly white teeth. Before he could respond verbally though, I pressed the mouthpiece of the bong to his lips and told him to pull. The clouds rolled furiously as the bong grew into an opaque, almost yellowish white. He struggled to take as much of it as he could, but he had to do it in two breaths. When he exhaled, his clouds were cotton-thick. "Oh shit," he coughed. It was so hot watching him. He was bewildered by the bong hits and I could tell he was already feeling fuzzy and good. I love a lightweight. "Holy fuck, that was a lot." I then gave myself a huge hit too. As soon as I sucked a fiendish cloud into my lungs, I pressed my lips to his and shotgunned it into him. He gulped it down with some trouble, and the clouds billowed out from his mouth. "Fuck yeah," he mumbled, beginning to touch himself through his shirt restlessly. He saw me eyeing him, and then flushed with embarrassment. The T was fucking with his body heat, and he was already sweating. "You feel good, babe?" I asked. "Yeah, I feel real good. Can I take another hit?" he asked. "Hell yeah. Tonight, you can take as many hits as you want." He looked at me like I was his hero. If he wasn't already halfway to becoming a Tina whore, he probably would've realized I was actually a bad man. I passed the bong to him and lit the torch for him again, keeping the flame there to force him to take another monstrous hit he couldn't handle. I watched him cough and choke, then pretended to care and ask if he was OK. I didn't give a shit if he was OK. I kissed him softly on the lips after every time I shot-gunned my hit to him and asked him if he was feeling good. Little did he know, feeding him my leftover clouds would be the only time I'd ever kiss him like that. At that point, I had already decided Chris wasn't going to be a customer. He was going to be my whore, and I was feeding him hits I was already planning on how to enslave him. You see, I installed a secret camera built into a clock on the nightstand. I already have a tape of Chris smoking T, but that's only the beginning. Over the course of the following few weeks, the camera would capture Chris doing cocktails of drugs multiple times as well as getting bred by quite an array of anonymous men. I'd then blackmail Chris to being my live-in whore if he didn't want the videos released to his friends and family and the internet...and then I planned to do it anyway. Once he's living with me, he'll become fully dependent on drugs, and I'll start selling his pussy and videos of him getting fucked. The rest is just making him follow a fitness plan and taking care of his body to keep him sexy and healthy enough in face of all that I was going to put him through. I got more excited about my plans for Chris looking at his pure face. Just thinking about how I'm going to be the one responsible for turning this innocent boy into a piece of whore trash that's gonna get violated by so many sleazy men without remorse...it turned me on a hell lot. After we cleared two rounds of the bong, I set it down and decided it was time to enjoy what would soon be mine. Without ceremony, I slid my hand under Chris' shirt. My hand's giant, muscled silhouette was visible down to the vein through his skin-tight shirt until it reached his pecs. I glazed my fingers over his nipples, savoring them. His skin was so smooth and warm I heard myself groan with lust. Even though he turned a little red and was clearly nervous, he didn't protest. Partly because he liked and trusted me, partly because he was spun, and partly just because he was another easy, slutty faggot. I slowly lifted his shirt up his body, not fully undressing him. Before he knew what was happening, he was underneath me on the mattress, his jeans unbuttoned, with one of my hands still groping his nipples and the other hand sliding underneath his briefs, down his dick and balls and resting over his hole. To be continued.
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Anyone in Indy that wants a crossdresser to fuck all night. I’m so horny, and high I’m giving my ass up too the first person that responds. You can breed me, fist me, tie me up, torture my nipples and cock I don’t care. I just want my ass to be punished. I’m down to get High or drunk or both in order to get that added lust in the fucking. Please can anyone help?!? I need to get hooked up. I just want to get nasty with someone. No boundaries fucking.
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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 Master allowed me to write about our first meeting. It was mid 2018 when we meet at a party.I was with a girlfriend at the party,been straight and never tought about Sex with a man. Suddenly I saw at the bar a sexy,handsome,dominant man.I was fascinated. But stop,fascinated by a man ,no I’m a straight guy,this could not be.But I felt a strange sexual tension.I was nervous. Later we talked,small talk first,then more intensively,and at the end of our conversation he said: „Good to talk to another gay man“ „No No“ was my response „You are sure?“ „Yes“ He laughed a sexy smile, gave me his card: „If you want talk sometimes about your mixed feelings I see in your face call me“. I looked at him confused and said goodbye. A week later I called him ..... More to come
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anyone is interessted in taking some sticky loads here? always free XD
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He not been on in over a year. Why? I have spent the last year living my dream. I have been in the service of an amazing man. Master Rico. He took me in and stated re training me. I was happy to spend 2018 with him. Unfortunately, my time with him had came to an end. I'm a much better slave/toy because of him. Thank you.
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how can a guy like me at morocco get a cum dump partner?? I barely meet any really.Moreover am a top,and had an experience once.But it was once cause I changed countries.Wish I had a partner really.
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Hungry black hole needs dick. Can host in bx. Verybduscreet but complete sub with a hungry fuck hole. Also open to anon and party friendly. If this add is still up I’m still hungry
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two weeks ago we made it official, after almost a year of negotiations, and ups and down, I agreed. I have signed his contract and I have officially become his slave. We still haven't moved in together but he comes home every day and stay with me for a few hours. I'm new at this and I want to do it right any good advice on anything I can do to please my master? It can sexual or nonsexual.
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Opening a line to connect Fort Myers Florida brotherhood. What's going on out there. Me and partner new to the area. Share, share, share......the brotherhood......Both vers raunch pigs, one more top and other more bottom.
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I'll be in Berlin From September 5th to the 11th for Folsom Europe looking for men into hole destroying breeding sessions. Looking for true believers, brutal rapist, horse cock gods who fuck without mercy.
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He opened the door wearing his full leather gear: boots, chaps, jock, vest, chest harness and MASTERS cap. I had parked down the street and walked to his back door, also clad head to toe in full body hugging leathers, nothing else. He loooked me up and down and said "You will do." He was a self-described 'Leather Master' who enjoyed total service and submission from all subs he used. We had chatted on-line and now we were, per the Master's orders, meeting face-to-face. Once I walked through his back door I was his slave to use, abuse, and train as Master saw fit. I dropped to my knees, head down in total submission and servitude, when he said "You are my property, I am your Master and slave owner. Do as I say and don't speak unless I direct you." Master's gloved hands grabbed and explored the skin-hugging leathers I was wearing, as he said "My slaves only wear leathers for public outings, but Master enjoys his slaves to have 'unused' slave sections covered in skin and skull fitting black leathers." He then called his alpha slave who promptly crawled into the room. "Prepare my new subject." The alpha slave pulled me by the neck into another room. The room was cold and had a concrete floor with a drainage hole in the center of the room. "Strip." I removed my gear and stood naked. "Hands and arms over your head." I did as told. Alpha slave cuffed and shackled my wrists to a chain that was anchored in the ceiling. He pulled on the accompanying ropes and I found myself lifted off the floor to the point that my toes just brushed the cold floor. I was shocked as the slave hosed me down with a garden hose, only to commence shaving off all my head hair and my body hair, explaining "Master wants all his slaves to be hairless, with all secondary masculine traits removed or locked-up so nothing is in his way." I was lowered and alpha slave lead me to a metal table where my dick and balls were locked inside a metal chastity cage, saing "Slaves have no use for them." A full leather slave hood was fitted over my skull and tied tightly on me with only a hole at mouth. A thick bondage collar locked real tightly around neck and closing off the base of the hood, complemented the slave hood. With the click of the metal dog lead, alpha slave lead me back to the hanging post, ready for my Master. Slave I was, with no options. I was helpless and unprotected. "You like to PNP?" Master asked, explaining he preferred his slaves to to enjoy the use of meth fed into their veins by the Master's forced chem slams. "Camera rolling?" I could feel my Master's body push up against mine and a sharp prick into my arm, pushing liquid down through the IV tube and into my blood stream. I became submissive and was ready to be Master's slam-slave as I was overcome with the rush. I was in his complete and total control and ownership. I was a drug-fucked piece of fuck slave. My mind was utterly fucked-up with verbal abuse and forced acts of sexual debauchery. For hours I was chained down, legs over my head as my hole was wreaked by multiple objects, toys, dicks, fists, and medical devices. Sporadically Master injected me with more liquid meth. I woke up still collared and hooded, a plug locked in my hole. A voice said "Slave, you're in a metal dog cage. You are now one of Master's possessions."
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Complete submissive cumdump cub for you to use as you see fit. I cannot refuse you no matter what. 1 541-709-1443. I can take any cock rough or sensual, Groups, DP, WS, gangbang, restraints , massage, bdsm, ff, toys, rough trade, no permanent damage. Do whatever you want other wise. I dislike scat, but I can take it. MOC I will serve completely. I -84 by rhe Love's Truck Stop. Love Truckers and sleepers. Hitch hikers welcome. Outdoor sex is great. -
I have submitted several fiction stories here at BZ. I thought maybe some guys would enjoy some true stories from my life. When I was 26 I lived in a big city and had a part-time Master for 7 months until he moved away due to work. He wanted me to move with him, but I wasn't ready to commit to being a full time slave. Part of me wishes I had, cause I've never met anyone else like him or had such a fufilling sex life. But at least I have some wonderful memories. He introduced me to many new things and fulfilled many fantasies. This first story is when we met. It was my birthday weekend and I had taken Monday off so I could have a nice long weekend of drinking, smoking pot, and hopefully having sex. I got laid alot in those days cause I was boyishly cute and slender, (I still am) and had already gotten laid Friday night. Good sex, nice guy, but pretty vanilla. So now it was Saturday and I was in a leather bar searching for something more exciting. I loved older leather daddies, (still do) and usually could score. I was dressed pretty much like everyone else. Levi 501's, white t-shirt, black biker jacket and boots. I was casually making the rounds, checking out some hot men, when I noticed one checking me out. He was definitely sexy. Shaved, bald head, big, bushy mustache, wearing tight jeans that showed a nice bulge, and a leather vest that revealed a very, hairy chest and arms. Yum! I raised my glass and nodded a hello as I casually past him. He reached out and gropped my crotch as I went by. I smiled and nodded my head toward the back patio. I went out back and leaned against a wall, lighting a cigarette. In no time I saw him walk through the door and over to me. "How's it goin tonight boy?" he asked leaning against the wall next to me, lighting his own cigarette. He was a couple inches taller than my 5'11" with a little bit of a belly. Again, yum! "Fine Sir, it's my birthday weekend," I replied, "and how is your night?" "Better now that I've cornered a cute boy." I blushed at his comment. "You flatter me Sir. I'm sure a sexy man such as yourself has no problem attracting the boys." "Not often ones as cute as you. Boys like you are usually at the twink bar." "Well I have more than one side to me, Sir." I demured. "Do tell." he said placing his hand on my ass, rubbing it. "Has anyone given you your birthday spankings yet boy?" "Not yet, Sir. Play your cards right and it may be you." I said cheekily. "Mmmm, a boy with a little spunk in him. I like that." "I bet you do, Sir, in more ways than one." "Play YOUR cards right boy, and maybe you will have my spunk in you." he whispered in my ear as he slid his hand down the back of my pants. My dick strained in my jeans. "Oh, and whats this?" he asked as his finger tried to find my hole. "A plug Sir." I replied as he pushed it a little deeper in me, causing me to moan a little. "A boy who prepares..very nice." We spent at least an hour on the patio, drinking, talking, smoking a joint. He was actually a very nice man. His name was Frank, he was 49, and worked in computers. He said he had seen me around a few times and had really wanted to meet me. He gave me money and had me fetch us beers a couple times. Eventually we both had to piss. As we stood side by side at the trough style urinal, he gave me my first test. "Take my cock out boy, and hold it while I piss!" I did as I was told, as I was WAY into this man. There was no way I'd screw it up! He started pissing a strong stream. "Take my piss in your hand and rub it on your shirt!" I did as instructed. "Again boy!" Again I did. 5 times he had me do this so the front of my shirt was wet with his piss. Then he took his empty beer glass and filled it with the last of his piss. After he allowed me to piss, we returned to the patio, him with a fresh beer, me with his recycled beer. Obviously I didn't need to be told I had to drink it. I was no stranger to piss, but this didn't taste quite like regular beer piss. After some more chat and our drinks were gone, Sir declared, "All right boy, time to quit this bullshit and get down to business." With that, he popped the buttons on my fly and fished out my cock. He wrapped his fingers around the base, lightly squeezing my cock and balls in his hand, and proceeded to lead me through the bar and out the door. Men grinned their approval as Sir led his claimed boy through the crowd, some congratulating him. His apartment happened to only be a few blocks from the bar, and he never let go of my genitals the entire walk, even as he led me into his building. Once we were inside his apartment, he pushed me against the door and started kissing me, deep and hard, grinding his mustache into my face, raping my mouth with his tongue. He pulled off my coat and ripped off my t-shirt as he frantically kissed me. He pushed my jeans down then ordered me to take off my boots and jeans. In no time flat, I was naked, while he remained clothed. "In the future boy, you will ALWAYS be naked in my home." The future? He was pretty confident I'd be back. But if the night finished as good as it started, I knew I'd be back! He pushed me toward the sofa which I took as an invitation to sit. "No boy! On the floor!" I didn't question him and sat on the rug as he went into the bedroom, returning with a mirror that had something on it. He set it on the coffee table and took a razor blade, chopping up some lines. "You ever had crystal before boy?" he asked". "No Sir," I replied, suddenly nervous and excited. The night had just taken a very unexpected turn. I knew what it was, but had never encountered it before. I had done lots of other drugs but not that. "You'll like it boy. And since you don't work till Tuesday, you'll be fine. The rest of this weekend will be my birthday present to you." he said, handing me a little straw. "Two fat lines, one for each nostril." I eagerly snorted the lines, secretly thrilled by this new adventure. My nose and throat burned as the powder entered my membranes. Before long I felt a new, heightened sensation of awareness. My heart beat faster and my whole body tingled, especially my plugged asshole which felt a horniness like never before. Sir went back into the bedroom and returned with some leather items. Quickly he had a collar and wrist and ankle restraints on me. Then he attached a cock and ball harness on me as tight as he could get it. "That's how I like my boy dressed!" said Sir. "Now suck my cock boy!" he ordered, pulling it through the fly in his jeans. I crawled to him and opened my mouth, taking his soft cock into my hungry mouth. For the first time I noticed a thick, chrome cockring around his base. As I sucked him like a starving Ethiopian, his cock grew harder and harder until it reached it's full, hard 8 inches. I pulled off to admire it's beauty. It was extremely veiny with a fat mushroom head. It was a very commanding looking dick. The type a Master should have. Sir held some poppers under my nose and told me to breath deep. He did three hits under each nostril till I was flying high. Then he grabbed my head and forced it back onto his throbbing cock. He pushed my head down, forcing the fat head down my throat, choking me and gagging me. I was in heaven. "That's a good piggy!" he complimented me. "Take my cock! Choke on it bitch! I knew you would be a great boy!" I beamed with pride as I relaxed my throat and swallowed my new Master to the base. He kept up the throat fuck for at least 10 minutes before he pulled out. I panted for air after he exited. "Open your mouth boy!" he ordered me. "Open wide!" I kneeled in front of him as he spit several times into my mouth. "Swallow boy! Then follow me on your hands and knees!" We went into the bedroom where he had a homemade bondage bed. It was black wood, with four tall beams and two by fours around the top, like a perverted canopy bed. Rings and drilled holes were all over it, and I didn't have to guess their purposes. "Made it myself." he proudly said. "Now, face down, legs off the end!" Soon he had me on my stomach, arms stretched and tied down, ankles spread and tied. I just lay there and shook at the excitement of being restrained and high, vulnerable to this sexy man. He pulled out my plug and fingered my hungry hole. I quickly felt a burning inside. "That's a little bootie bump for you boy. Now for a bigger plug." I moaned like a whore as he worked the larger plug inside me, my horny hole sucking it in. "Oh yea!" said Sir. "You've got a hungry little slave cunt there. We'll have to try our best to satisfy it!" "Yessss Sirrrr!" I moaned. "Make me your little slave whore!" I begged as he tied a popper soaked rag over my nose. "I will boy. Don't you worry about that! But first, those birthday spankings!" With that, I felt the first smack of a paddle. I jumped from the shock of it. But it felt so good. 25 more followed and my ass felt like it was on fire while my head spun from the pain and the pleasure and the drugs. "That's such a pretty bright red ass, slave boy. I love to fuck a red hot ass!" With that Sir pulled the plug out and rammed his fat, veiny cock deep in me. I screamed in extasy as he buried himself in me too the hilt. "Oh yea boy! Take your Masters cock! Your MY little slut now! I'm gonna fuck you so much this weekend you won't be able to walk on Tuesday! Damn thats a hot, fuckin slave hole you have boy!" "God yes Sir. Fuck your boy! I wanna be your personal whore! God you feel so good!" And fuck me he did! Fucked me like i had NEVER been fucked before. It had to be at least 45 minutes he pounded my hole. He untied me and we switched positions a couple of times. The final position was on my back with Sir pressing my knees into my shoulders so he could get that fat, mushroom headed cock as deep as possible in me, battering my prostate while my tina soft dick leaked fluid and I babbled gibberish. Sir spit on my face and into my mouth as he pushed his full weight down on me. "Fuck boy!! Here I cum! You ready for your Masters cum? Are you ready for me to breed my new slave boy?" "God yes Sir!" I panted. "Give it to me Sir! Make me your cumdump Sir!" Sir planted his mouth on mine and sucked and bit my tongue as he shook and shuddered, violently shooting his cannon deep inside me, flooding my guts. He collapsed on me while our sweaty bodies both recovered from the most mind blowing sex I had ever experienced. After a few minutes he slowly pulled his spent cock from my wet hole and replaced it with the plug. "Do you really want to be my boy? My slave? My slut? My whore?" he asked. "Yes Sir." I replied. "I would be honoured." "Good." he said kissing me. "Cause your birthday weekend isn't over."
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So here I am sitting on the couch legs in the air my true master pushing inside me as I yelp begging him to stop not to poz me. The sweat dripping off his brow the room filled with the sweaty scent of two pigs finally doing what they were bred for. It’s kind of a long story so let’s start at the beginning. Years before…. I had come out of yet another long boring relationship, another relationship in which I ended up self-sabotaging to get out off and become single again only to get drunk fuck around make a few mistakes and within another short time find myself in another relationship. Before my latest mistake which is how I ended up with my true master and cheating on my bf of 5 years, I was meeting my master. My master and I had been talking for years and I mean we had been talking since I was in high school and although our paths never crossed we would see each other online and talk and reconnect and it just felt so right but either he or I was in a relationship when the other wasn’t. So fast forward a few years and finally he is single and so am I. We talk online for about a week and make a meeting for Friday night. He walks inside and we just smile at each other and it was on, we started out kissing and moved our way into the bedroom he laid me on my back and ripped my pants off as he yanked his down. It was so fucking hot with the warm weather we were both sweating like pigs and dripping the bed sheets getting soaked. He forced my legs apart and without a question about rubbers he spat on his cock and rammed inside me. Now im no starter to getting fucked but my previous bf’s have been small endowed and I could easily take them, now my master he is thick and long and fuck me I yelped he got balls deep and I just thrashed about on the bed staring into his dark eyes as he continued to fuck me. Making his grunting noises as I stayed under him helpless and not in control. Grunting as he thrusts deep into me I whine as he tells me to fucking take his cock. Staring directly at me as he grinds his hips and forces his cock deeper inside me. He started fucking me harder his hands on my hips, my legs over his shoulders his face above mine dripping sweat onto me. I squeeze my arse down on his cock. It was a good hard deep thrust fuck for a few mins then suddenly, I yelped and his eyes widened I freaked out as he hit my second opening. “FUCK OWWW PULL OUT” I scream the sudden intrusion of pain I have NEVER felt before my head was spinning my body started convulsing I tried to pull away but my master held me tight and continued fucking me harder. Not speaking to me he just grins and fucks harder and holds me tighter and thrusts deeper hitting that spot over and over, my body trembling as I arch my back I start shaking sweating faster I start whimpering and whining my master fuckign harder trying to keep his dick inside me as I try to pull away moaning like a cheap whore. Suddenly my master throws his head back and growls as he unloads into me and I can feel my insides twisting and convulsing into knots as I swear I feel his cock unload his neg juice inside my neg cunt. I jump up and my back arches as I shake my guts churning as I look up at my sexy master and see him grinning as I tell him what’s happening. He gets this confused look and asks if I have never had an internal orgasm and I instantly curl up into a ball and shake uncontrollably as he lays behinds me and fingers my sloppy arse as I yelp out and throw my legs out as I nearly kick him in his nuts. I couldn’t believe it I HAVE NEVER felt this before it was amazing my whole body was on fire and it only intensified every time my master touched me. In the end I had to push him away to calm down. It was amazing it felt like my first time and the look of satisfaction on his face was an immense turn on. Finally, after coming down from my first real orgasm ever we just laid there and looked at each other. At the time I smoked and so did he so we went outside on the balcony in all our glory and just stood out there and smoked. And that was our first meet physically and emotionally we connected and bonded straight away. My only regret is that I just wish we spoke and communicated what exactly we were both really wanting. It could have saved us a lot of heartbreak. More to come If anyone finds this interesting I will post the next story. This is all true and whilst it starts off with both of us NEG it does digress unto our true calling of being poz pigs. The photo attached is off our first meeting and breeding....
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Very real and serious gay slut here. I woke up really horny and need to be punished for all the cum I have swallowed. Originally from Illinois but have relocated to Florida.Please post me all over so I can be shamed and humiliated. I want the entire world to know I'm just a fag who drinks gallons of cum.I'm begging you to teach me a lesson. The pictures are of me. It's really my cell phone. I'm a true faggot that is at the hands of real men.PLEASE SHAME AND EXPOSE ME
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This isn't mine, but wanted to share it and please if you know who produce this text let me know so i will put her proper credit , xxx This is a guide for Superior Black Men that want to usurp their rights over crossdressing white boys. I will tell you the weaknesses and inner desires of white boys, so that you may more easily enslave and own them. If you want an obedient and addicted white boy, read on. 1) Getting a real meeting with a boy is the most crucial part of beginning the white boy emasculation. The rest comes easy and naturally for the sissy boy. Most fantasize about being forced into it. They like the risks and are completely aware that it is a slippery slope. Blackmail and Domination is part of what they want. On some level, they want and feel they deserve to lose their identity as a man and to serve Superior Men. More than anything in the world. Any kind of resistance is just part of what the fantasy; white sissy boys have a desire to be freed from their choice. Younger and not married are more desirable. Degrade and humiliate him in your emails. Ask him how small his little pee pee is. Tell him how you will slap his face with Your Superior Cock. You will put him on a leash. Sissy 's like to hear confirmation they are not real men. Call them a girl. Tell him he has a girly ass. Or if he is skinny, call him petite and effeminate. Ask him if he likes looking at a picture of Your Cock. Give him a female name as a reminder. On the reverse, make him call you Daddy (this is the absolute most humiliating name you can use, but Sir or Master work well too). If he doesn't, tell him you will punish him. Try and get a phone number or address before he can back out. Always push to meet sooner. 2) Establishing follow up sessions. This is where most sissy boys get away. My greatest advice here is to ask the sissy if you can record and take pictures of him for your personal collection. In the moment, they will tend to say yes and do it. A simple picture of him on his knees sucking your cock could well be the key to his entire enslavement. You only need suggestively say you like the picture and want to send it to his friends if he is reluctant to meet. Record him every time after. Chastity is another way. This is better longterm and for training. Just like other males, white sissys have that moment of wake-up and sometimes regret when they finally cum. They will do anything before that moment, but can feel like they went to far once cum. Not allowing them to cum will keep them submissive, turned on, and obedient. You can do whatever you want for however long you want. They on some level, even like the denial. They feel trapped and needy to be nice to you. If they are resistant to this initially, you can keep pushing it, and just put it on them if you can convince them to be tied up. Forgiveness over permission. Use a device that cannot be removed without a key. During the first meeting, make them cum, be verbal, make them tell you what a bitch they are. Make them promise they will be your sextoym. Make them give you their word they will suck you next week. 3) Training will transform the white sissy into a total, obedient slut. You should not let them cum more than once a week. Suggest tying them up when you let them cum and you take off the device, so they have no say if it comes back on. Prolonging how long they cum will make it more intense and they will have much less chance of regret. You can anally train them to cum without stimulation from their little white penis and eventually to cum without being hard. Google sissy gasm. Teasing around their butt with your fingers will help. The goal is to have them only cum from anal stimulation. If you have to, make them wait another week if they can't do it without touching their tiny pee pee. Stroke them from behind like a bitch so their cock is pulled behind their legs. If they're really are unable to cum after two weeks. Also suggest stroking like this the first time you meet them until they cum. 4) After some time, you may introduce more changes to the white sissy. Changes that cross the "point of no return" will keep a white boy as a sissy longer than anything else. They may resist to these ideas, but you can keep pushing it on them, and on some level they want it more than anything in the world. Ultimately, it is their choice. Shaving smooth will make a huge difference in how girly the sissy looks. If you are keeping the sissy shaved,, You could eventually encourage the sissy to get laser hair removal. Another suggestion would be a tramp stamp or other tattoos. Perhaps "sissy slut", "Emily", "BBC Owned". You could have her do a trial with a Henna tattoo or just go all the way. Permanent makeup is another humiliating way to feminize the white sissy. The final step is the one white sissy boys think about the most. They feel it is their destiny and that is a final step to submitting and giving up their ego for humiliation. Hormones. Two types, anti-androgen and estrogen. Estrogen will have the most effects, such as face breasts, and submissive tendency. Anti androgen will make them more petite, less muscle, and make their tiny pee pees even smaller. You can find more online about it. Whatever you want of them, tell them they need to look pretty and pleasurable for Men. And that they are better off this way. Affirm it is who they are on the inside. 5) Enslaving the sissy is the goal. Establish Dominance and always push the little white boys to say they are inferior. Treat them like a sextoy. Text them you want blowjobs on random days. White sissies should be your on-call fk toy. Punish them when they are bad. Use chastity to control their rewards. You can do whatever you like, turn them into a live-in maid if you like or a discreet obedient sex slave.
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I cant stop thinking about pleasing a man. I NEED to submit. I am looking for a Master or Dom to use/own me. I'm 28 6' 210 semi hairy from waist down and have tattoos. Im a masculine white male whos completely straight acting. I am ready to submit entirely to a MAN Looking for a preferably older man to use as his sex object or in any way he pleases... I am a kind intelligent sane young man who just cant shake the thought of pleasing another man. I am completely drug and disease free and trying to stay that way. Please SIR I live in New Brunswick New Jersey
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Would love to meet up with a dominant top who is into using my holes or whore me out. Also into bondage, ws, pnp but not required. Would also appreciate any tips about hookup and cruising places.
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I'm a handsome Dominant cigar smokin' leather TOP SIR who owns a sleazy, no limits broken and obedient sexy sub slave. It'll be bound, hooded, collared, locked in chastity, nips clamped, holes plugged. I'll be using, abusing, and bb my slave in my apt at English Bay. Looking fer other big-dicked, nasty Dom tops to come over and join in...pump and dump ur loads... Send your stats, and pics (recent clear face pics, body, etc., and how ud like to contribute/bdsm interests/experiences. STR8/bi/married masculine guys especially welcome. ...been getting A LOT of requests to submit to SIR...just be committed to fillin my boy's hole first... Already have six guys confirmed... ~SIR
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I'm looking for a Master to take me in, to have as a live-in sex slave. I am a bottom who enjoys pnping, very open-minded, and wants to be trained to be a better submissive, cum-slut, whore, et all. There is not much I have for limits, other than scat and blood. I am even willing to go full sissy, wear whatever you want, act however you want, be whatever you want. I am currently living with friends in Mableton (city west of Atlanta GA), and am just tired of the situation I am living in. I have not had a job in almost 3 years, as I've mostly taken care of the house my friends and I live in. I also had a gf that used to live with us, but we are polyamorous and she finally moved out to be with a boyfriend that she wants to get married to/have kids with (something I do not wish to do with her). I also drive a roommate to work, since she can't drive due to a work injury. Basically, the situation has made it hard for me to get a job, and even now, they want me to find something, even though it would mean the roommate I drive to work will have to use Uber/Lyft to get to work, and she's bitching because she's currently paying for a car for me to drive her to work. She's making things harder on me, and well I'm just tired of it. Actually I'm just tired of the whole situation. I'm pretty depressed with how things are. I feel like I'm just here for her to be a driver, and nothing more. I don't feel like my life is worth much to my friends. I'm just 'here' to take care of the house, clean/cook/do errands. Yeah they sorta pay for rent and food, but at the same time, it just makes me feel worse trying to find work, all around this one roommate's schedule. But I'm sure you're probably reading this and thinking 'well why does he want to be a live-in sex slave for someone if its going to be the same type of situation?'. It won't and it will, in some ways. For the most part, if you, my new master, take me in, well you have someone to do chores around your house. I can cook, I can clean, I can do basically anything you need done. And then you have someone to train, sexually. I consider myself pretty experiences sexually, but I have not really had a 'gay' relationship. I've always been with women, relationship-wise. But I've had plenty of sex with men, which in the last 3 years has included pnping and really getting fucked, which I couldnt do before. I would love to have a master to fully train me. Teach me to suck cock, deep throat, no hands, whatever. Teach me to please all of your body parts. Teach me how to get fucked, at anytime, by anyone, without drugs. Use me while on drugs. I'm being pretty serious. I would love to have a master. I have always been submissive with guys. I just have not been good at finding them for a relationship. Just hookups. Now I want to live with a man, be his submissive bottom. I want to greet him from work with a blowjob. I want to be bent over a chair and fucked, for doing a good job taking care of his house. I want to wear cute outfits for master. I want to take cock for master. I want to be a sissy slut for master. I want to be pimped out by master, if he wants that. I want to be tied up, have toys used on me. I want to bred by master, by whomever master lets breed me. I do not care if I become poz or not. Cum is to swallowed or fucked into my willing hole. I'm very understanding and willing to learn from master, to engage in new sexual acts. I used to say no to cbt, but I am now willing to be put in chastity, as my cock is nothing. I am willing to do more, if master breaks me, which is perfectly fine. So if this interests you, please message me on here. Let's talk. I am willing to go wherever. I only want to bring with me some clothes, maybe a few other essentials. But I am more than willing to just leave everything I own behind. Just vanish into the night. Just pick me up, take me to my new life.
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By NSA lifestyle I don't mean cruising adult theaters, servicing truckers, and answering sex ads. I'm talking about the types of sexually beneficial relationships that this activity leads to if you follow the horny brick road of seeking an "owner" in the form of sex pig, sex slave, and dom/sub "partnerships." My first time having sex with another man was with a trucker at a truckstop. NSA encounters have been the only way I've gotten cock from men. As I became more and more comfortable with my role as a bottom I looked for sex clubs online and came across this site that is dedicated to the raw nature of m4m sex. As I scrolled through the site I came across a classified section for sex pigs. I immediately became intrigued and was excited at the idea of performing my kinks for a top. My idea of a relationship with a top is not being boyfriend and "girlfriend" but being his bottom pig in a relationship based on ownership and mutual sex tastes. A typical date night would be me and him in a hotel where I'm kneeling in front of his cock....but also surrounded by a handful of other men. I also feminized myself psychologically to complement my physical feminine attributes. I also cross dress to complete the fem process for just in case a top likes for his pig to dress up for him. Fast forward to now I completely changed a simple but degrading hobby into a total sexual and lifestyle change and did it with no hesitation. I didn't know that these types of "partnerships" started to fade away along with the tops that looked for sex pigs, slaves, or subs. Now I'm overly sexualized and have really strong fantasies with no equal or more explicit top to perform them to. I am not the only hyper sexed bottom, and there are others who are more sexually charged. The simple answer would be to go back to cruising at adult bookstores and get my fix there, but I've evolved (or willingly degraded myself) that I need something more. I don't regret going through the process of preparing myself for a new lifestyle, but I'm stuck with no way to move forward. So is going past the NSA cruise scene and seeking those kinds of partnerships worth it for new bottoms coming into the scene? Most will stay in the cruising scene which is okay, but others who are destined to push their sexual limits won't have a compatible top to adopt, own or be their master due to a shortage in (real) tops. I know there are aggressive tops here, but the entire group is out numbered by more sexual and more eager bottoms who are self-taught and create their own form of fantasy. Should these bottoms go through that process of enhancing their sexuality and scoop up the few remaining masculine tops, or should they wait until the rest of the tops convert to versatilism and see how they handle untrained and hyper sexed bottoms along with the different approaches to being a "top" that bottom and top versatile each bring?
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Been trying to get my Dom a video blindfolded taking anon loads. I have failed at this task for a week (714) if someone is in Berkeley or SF area willing to help set up a seemingly endless train of men to seed my 22 year old hole, man Dom will stop punishing me. (876) this would need to start ASAP as I head elsewhere tomorrow by 8AM (4944) hIv positive on meds buT not undetectable ***
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I been in a master slave relationship since I was 18th serving my master for nearly 12 years now. My master made me work as a bike massager and he always pick the spandex outfits I had to wear for the whole week not the normal shorts and jerseys ones but a cycling skinsuit that been custom made to my master need. At the beginning of the week my master would hand me a skinsuit and lock me in using a padlock on my collar and if I ever need to pee I was order to pee in my suit as you can tell by the end of the week I was very smelly. I had a busy day work on the Friday but I had other things on my mind as tomorrow is my birthday when I turn 30 and I hope my master will have some thing planed for me. We live in a flat above a shop and a basement sex club for which I never been to. I seen guys going in and out of it but there no listing for it any where. When I got home I put the bike in the bike room we had at the front of the flat and I notice in there was a box with a new bike inside could this be I'm getting a new bike, I should say or act about it just go in and speak to my master that I'm back from work. My master didn't say nothing to me just nodded at me this wasn't normal any way I strip naked and washed myself down so I'm all clean for my master needs this weekend. My master came into the bathroom he said. "I'm doing some work to your room so you can't sleep in your cage tonight so you can sleep in the spare room tonight you will need to make it up" This is weird I hasn't slept on a bed since I was a teen but then again I don't have a life my master own me so I replied "Yes Master" Before my master left the room he turn around and looked at me. "by the way I got a friend coming around now so finish off and stay naked and come out to me so I can put this blindfold on you as you getting a tattoo tonight but you will not be able to see it until tomorrow. I agreed to it and clean myself and came out to my master who then blindfold me and I couldn't see a thing. Later that day I found myself laying face down on a table unable to see any thing I could here my master talking in the background and the other guy say are you happy with this tattoo design. The next thing I could feel was pain as the tattoo gun pinning just above my ass crack. It went on for some time must of been some big tattoo as I felt it right across my ass. When the guy finish they wrap some thing around my ass and I was order to sleep on my front tonight ass up so I didn't make a mess. I Found it hard getting to sleep that night maybe I wasn't use to sleeping on a bed or it could the pain I feeling on my back. I woke up to the sound of my master footsteps I could hear him opening the door to my slave room listing carefully I could hear say "Good boy you are training well I think you ready for your new tasks and roles as my current slave is retiring today" What the fuck when through my mind I haven't done any thing wrong then why is my master getting rid of me like that. My master came in to the room and told me to get up now and don't get dressed. I got out of the bed and standing there naked in front of my master he them put a chain on my collar and pull me along as I follow him into the next room. In the room was another guy who was on the skinny side then my master spoke to him as I listen. "Here the slave, He just turn 30 today and I no long got any need for him now too old now for my liking. I trained him well over the past 12 years so he should ready for any of your needs." My master handed over the chain to the skinny guy as he came up to me and felt my body checking me out. "He will do great with us and I love the tattoo you gave him that will go down well with all of us" I still haven't see the tat yet I still got no idea what it is. My master then turn and look at me in the eye, " Thank you slave you been great over these past 12 years but you grow old now and I like my slave young so I hope you enjoy your final years of retirement and my friend here will look after you. He runs the club in the basement and you will be of great use to them." I'm now confused here I'm only 30 I still got a long time ahead of me I'm still fit and healthy why am I being retire and told enjoy my final years. My now ex master open the door and the skinny guy start to pull on the chain making me follow him out, I'm still naked as I left the door slam shut behind me. My life to what I was use to was now over and what is my new life going to be I know nothing about this guy or the club in the basement. We arrive in the basement it was dark only lit by a single small light there was only one door down here. On the door it said private club enter at your own risk, the skinny guy unlock the door and pull me in and locked it behind me. Behind the door was a small room with a mirror on one wall and another door I follow the skinny guy into the next room which was a changing room, Ok I get the idea it's one of these sex clubs maybe. The skinny closed the door behind me and I noticed some text on the door "No one has ever left here neg" What dose that means, The skinny guy pulls me into a much bigger room with a bar and many other small dark room with photos of gay porn on the walls. The skinny guy then take my chain off and then tell me that I'm safe down here feel free to walk around and get use to my new as he got some work to do. I saw a wall which was full of photos of guys being fucked, I stood there look through them all and at the top it said "Our members of our brotherhood" Must of been a list of the club members. Then the skinny guy came and put his hand on my ass and spoke into my ear, " Tonight you will be welcome into our club and you will soon learn your new role in life as we all very looking forward to getting to feel your ass. All these photos on this wall show all the guys that we have welcome to our club one this here was me back when I was a very fit healthy muscle stud " I looked at the photo and saw it wow he was one hot looking guy back then but the guy fucking him look very sick almost like he was, um sure not it couldn't be. Then the skinny guy point to another photo " This was the guy who was your ex master slave before you " I ask what happen to him? He reply he only last 3 years here before he died. I felt a not so good feeling in me about this I turn away just to clear my head a little sure this couldn't be happening. I mean surely it can't be real all this. I saw a room that had a big area to sit down as I walk in I noticed that all the walls have mirror on them and you could see every angle of any thing that was happening in here, Then I saw the tattoo that my ex master gave me before kicking me out. Just above was the biohazard symbol and just below it said cumdump. So my ex master gave me retirement from him to only be used a cumdump for poz guys. So many thing was flying through my head that I just couldn't believe what is about to happen to me. My neg days is over as I stared in my eye in the mirror. " I see you seen you tattoo " said the skinny guy standing next me I nodded yes. " Now you know I better get you ready for tonight as you will get every type of Aids virus that no meds in the world will save you" I felt the fear in me but it didn't show in my cock that went rock hard point right up like it saying give me every thing. " Looks like you really want, well you got some time before it start so I can give you start off now if I can have you last ever neg load " I couldn't answer back as the skinny push me and bent me over a table and then I felt his cock pushing into my ass I could see it in the mirror it look like my ass was eating his cock it was dry no lube was use on it, felt like my skin was breaking up down there so much pain but the feeling of the raw cock going deeper inside me felt so good. He start to pull out and in but it felt like it was getting easier like some lube has been used down there I look down and saw some blood on the floor then it hit me that wasn't lube he rip me open for his poz load. I know there nothing I can do now any minute now his cock is going to explode in me shooting his toxic loads deep into me. The skinny guy started to moan louder I could tell he getting close. " Boy you going to get, say goodbye to your neg days and welcome your new poz cumdump life " My ass tighten up after hearing that " Oh fuck yeah tighten up at much as you want you can't stop my poz cock riding your hole now, Here it come take my toxic load you cunt " The skinny guy cock felt like it was growing hard then he let a very loud moan. He was cumming it felt like he was cumming big time. " Welcome to our poz brotherhood I save up two week load for you and you better enjoy it " He pull out of my ass, I stood up to see his cock with some pinkly cum still on it. " Now for your last neg load " the Skinny guy drop to the floor and put my cock in his mouth, I never been suck off like this before he must be a pro at it, I didn't last long and I blew my last neg load in to his mouth licking every last drop of it. He look me into the eye " Thanks for that, guys last neg load is always the most tasty ones! " I sat down knowing that his poz load is swimming around my body and later today I going to get even more. How many years will I cope before the virus eat me up? I don't really know.
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