The Breeders Market – The Tours and Training Begin: A Sire Chronicles Story

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Part2-Day 2 SE-DC Breeders Market- Philly Boys - “You ready to be violated by some Brotherly Love!” My ass was leaking cum from Lionel and D’s fucks, and Lionel had just told me the Philly boys were coming early. Our other morning meetings were cancelled and Lionel finished preparing his tray of drugs to get me good and fucked up. “Well the Market is a huge success as expected. We lost a few Mares, most bottoms cannot truly handle what they think they can, just means they needed more training and luckily we got plenty on hand. Now for the Philly boys, I did some time with their main man back a while,” Lionel said as he ground up some powder and handed me a plate to begin snorting lines, “He’s one bad ass and a big freak and he and his boys will fuck anything with a hole, and I mean anything! I told him about you, so we gonna go and meet him, handle a little business, then see what’s down.”

Lionel got dressed and ordered me to put on my uniform for the week, the black t-shirt and jeans and he then clamped the diamond studded collar around my neck, hooked the big chain to the link in back, let out a low whistle and said, “Damn bitch! Seeing you like that – nothing but a collared AIDs whore - makes my dick hard and you already milked me! If we had a little more time would jump you again, but we gots to go. Here, clean this plate, I mixed a little something extra in this morning so when you start losing focus, no worries, it’s all good.” Lionel led me by the chain out of his suite to the cat calls, whistles, and verbal smack of every one of his crew we passed. Glad they liked my hole! We went down a floor to a room that had a couple of large cushioned chairs, small bar in the wall, TV playing porn on, quiet, private. While we waited Lionel emptied a baggy, cut out more lines and told me to start cleaning them up. I was in mid snort when someone knocked on the door and his crew led a man in.

The main man for the Philly boys walked in, about 5”10, 45, slight gut, beard, meaty hands, he and Lionel laughed, did a man hug, and I just turned, wiped my nose, and let the drugs begin to course as I waited, and wondered what his dick was like. Fuck I was horny! The man from Philly walked over, looked me up and down with a smile, turned to Lionel and said, “So THIS is that while slut you told me about? Really? Besides that collar shit you got on him, he don’t look like no freak. You sure?” I held out my hand and introduced myself, the Philly man turned to me and sneered, “Names don’t matter none. Your man knows how to reach me, now before me and your man here does some grown man business, hand me that plate, then let’s see what you got.

The man from Philly cleaned a few lines, reached down, unbuttoned my jeans, turned me around, and let out a long, low whistle, “Look at the phat booty on that white boy! Nice and thick and got some meat! Fuck yeah – just how’s we like to pump-n-grind-em.” Lionel laughed and said, “It’s cause of all the milky black spit this snake been putting up there! That hole may be pink on the outside, but those guts are coated thick and black on the inside.” They both laughed at that as Lionel and the man from Philly sat in the chairs, dragging me and the plate along for company. Lionel had me kneel on the floor beside his chair, which brought flashes of memory back of the many times I had done that for Dr Mike, and I suddenly missed him really badly, the thought of Dr Mike pozzing my ass, and pimping me out, damn was making me horny and antsy. I don’t know if I whimpered or was just too obvious with my fidgeting, but Lionel yanked my chain and said, “Crawl over there, put that mouth to some use.”

I crawled across the carpeted floor, the man from Philly stood up, dropped his pants, sat back down as Lionel handed him the plate and I began to suckle on his dick like a newborn puppy. I was flying high and enjoying his nice dick as they chatted and dealed. I was zoned out sucking when the Philly man roughly grabbed my head, pushed me back, Lionel yanked me to my feet by the chain, the Philly man turned me around, spit on his fingers, shoved them in my hole, and then followed them with his spit coated dick and a few deep strokes later he unloaded a thick wad of cum in my hungry ass. He sat back down, grabbed the chain from Lionel and said, “Work that pretty mouth of yours again like before so I can coat this end too. My boys gonna love crawling up inside you. He and Lionel continued to talk shop while I got his dick hard again and I did not even realize he was close, but welcomed his hot load and gulped it down. Lionel yanked my chain, I crawled back beside his chair, and Lionel said, “Time to get this slut really fucked up. Your boys up for some savage breeding? What you think? They might want some white bitch pussy hole to beat down?” The man from Philly laughed and said, “You got no idea. You better use caution cause they be hustlers, dealers, and homeboys that are some tight freaks. I got them down relaxing with their 420 and rock, so if you toss them some meat, they gonna TEAR THAT SHIT UP!” They both laughed again as Lionel lit up one of his special smokes, took several long drags, then handed it to me.

My head was spinning, my insides were all hot as wave after wave of heat spread down through my guts, my ass tingled and ached for dick, and I went along for the ride. Lionel knew I was almost ready, so he had me stand up and said to the man from Philly, “Let me go make a special delivery to your boys. Then you and me can take a tour and handle our business, while they handle theirs.” Lionel walked me out and led me down one floor to a large room that I had seen before. It was sort of a sports lounge feel, with a huge half circle leather couch, couple big flat screen TVs on the wall, a full bar of liquor and drugs, and several dark alcoves around the walls with padded beds or chairs or fuck benches in them for something a little more private if one wanted to close the curtains. We stopped outside the door and I could hear the muffled sounds of several men coming through the door and I tensed in excitement and hunger.

Lionel lit a smoke, handed it to me and said, “Take as many long, deep hits on this as you can. No worries, you will be so fucking horny but will still have a great fucking time.” I stood in the hall doing as Lionel ordered while some of his crew guarded the hall and watched, rubbing their dicks, and Lionel shoved his hand down the back of my jeans and began fingering my hole. “I think tomorrow you wear something different. I want easy access. Keep hitting that smoke, you like that? Tell me how you missed this dick? I missed that pussy, I missed you being my dirty AIDs slut. My crew all bred you last night, you know that? No, you were gone baby, way gone and flying, but they did. Fuck I love watching you being used up like the whore you are. Feel me making your hole red red? Look at my nails, got them coated, so you be ready for those Philly boys. You give them a good time, hear me?” I nodded as I finished up the last of the smoke, Lionel took the blunt and put it out, opened the door and we stepped into the den.

I was so high and floating, and it seemed like I was standing beside my body watching everything happen a few seconds after it did. There were 6 or 7 guys in the room at least, a few were at the bar, some were on the couch watching a game, some were further back in the shadows. Lionel introduced himself, told them their man upstairs had sent me down to help keep them occupied until they finished their business. One of the Philly Boys stepped forward, a guy about my age and size, took the chain from Lionel and led me further into the room. As he left Lionel told them his rules, “I hope you boys know how to use a slut right, but remember, nothing broken, no bruises on the face, and no fisting. This shit here is his smokes – his only. Make him hit one every hour or so. Anything else – have at it and be the nasty-fucking-freaks I have heard you boys are. Aight?”

The door closed, the wolves in the den gathered and growled and pounced on me like I was a pork chop – the other white meat. I thought those fuckers might be more reserved, but not at all. I was naked within seconds, with them fighting over the chain, slapping at my ass, spitting on my face, asking me if I ever been gang fucked like a good white whore. They asked about my biohazard tat, the tats on my arms from Deacon, and more, but my mouth was stuffed with dick, so could not really reply.

The scuffling among the wolves lasted a few minutes until the alpha Philly boy of the pack barked his orders and chaos turned into a more organized fuck down. I was surrounded by hot black flesh, sweating, rubbing against me, dicks and mouths and hands all caressing me. It was fucking amazing! My high continued to hit the clouds, as I was fed streams of hot piss, cum in my throat, and my ass was fucked wide and deep as my collar and chain kept me at their command. There were too many to really focus on when one stopped and another started, my mind would sort of register a bit later that it felt like someone new was inside my ass. I was thrown against the couch, bent over the back, as one of the boys climbed up my wet ass and another jumped on the couch to feed my mouth. The one in my mouth seemed huge compared to the others, although none of them were skimpy in the dick department. They all felt good, and my wet, red-tinged hole at them up.

It was the end of round one and I had cum and piss running down my legs, my body was wet from being pissed and spit on, and one by one the boys got what they needed and moved on to smoke their weed and rock, chill, and recharge. My high was starting to quickly fade when the guy who first grabbed my chain rattled it in my face and dragged me stumbling to one of the large bathrooms at the back. While the SE-DC Breeders Market was a very public place to fuck and get nasty, there were spaces for privacy, and the bathrooms were one. The Philly boy got me inside, locked the door, and had me lean/sit against the sink counter. His dick was rock hard, nice and long, and pressed against my stomach as he stood in front me, grabbed my head between both hands and started kissing me long and hard. He then began to lick my face, cleaning me up like a wolf would clean their pup.

“Oh baby, you got a sweet sweet hole on you. I could make some Benjamins with you up in Philly. You lookin? You wanna come work for Grif? No corner for you, but Southside daddies would pay premium for no holds slut like you. Hmmm Hmmm, yes that’s what I’m thinking. Get you hold up, sling that hole while I sling some rock, sell out of that two-for-one happy meal.” I smiled and said, “I’ll do anything you want if you think you can keep my hole full of the biggest, baddest dick Philly’s got?” Grif laughed, kissed me and spit swapped, then said, “Oh baby, we all here, you getting the biggest and baddest already.” Grif continued to kiss me for a while, then turned me around, and gently slid inside my sloppy hole. He reached out and touched his own reflection in the mirror, stroking his own chest as he fucked me. Yeah the boy was a freak, so I let him do his thing until he grunted, spat in my guts with some more Philly nut, then let me lick him off.

Grif then turned around and asked me to lick his ass. Now, as a bottom, have at me, few things I won’t do, but ass is not my thing, especially when it smells like he had not wiped himself. What makes a top think a bottom wants that? Grif was getting pretty insistent so I told him it was time for my smoke, so we could do his thing later. He nodded, took me back out into the den, sat me at the bar where I had a drink, hit the smoke, and prepared for round two. I was not even half way done smoking when the anxious wolves began to circle again, so I teased, swacked at their bouncing dicks, asked if that was all they got, and egged them on by saying I bet the Westside guys from Baltimore would be better fucks. Well that got their hackles up.

I was flying again when the pack dragged me into the middle of the den and laid me bent over one of the padded benches they had dragged out of one of the alcove areas. These were all designed based somewhat on equipment that Dr Mike and Charles both had as it allowed a bottom to be elevated with their hole at the right height and they could be tied to the bench by their wrists and ankles if needed. The Philly boys put me chest down, a hard dick was shoved into my mouth, each arm was held down as my back and head were rubbed by rough freak hands, my legs were held apart as someone else began striping my ass with a belt. My muffled screams were drowned out by the Philly boys verbal and physical assault. As my ass was beat, they began slapping my back, my face, the spit flew as the racial play began. The boys shifted positions as one cummed, the next in line took his place, as they continued their beatdown. Welts formed on my ass and back as they shifted the belt to make sure the buckle made contact, and their piss began to sting now with every drop.

I was then flipped onto my back, my head hanging over the end so my throat could be stuffed and drilled as hard as my gaping ass was. I was choking and gagging as they force fucked my throat and pounded past my gag reflex. Snot ran from my nose, tears from my eyes, mixing with the spit they lobbed at me. They tore at my nipples, slapped my torso, and began to cover my fresh side with matching welts as the buckle did its damage. My legs were held up and back as one after the other worked my ass with their big raw dicks. In my mind I was begging for their AIDs cum, asking for any infection they had, wanting more, needed more, this was not enough. I then realized that there was one of them who I did not think had fucked me. He seemed to be the one helping direct traffic so to speak, always holding one of my legs back, or adjusting my position for the others. I wondered why, and then saw as he stepped back, dropped his basketball shorts, the reason. The fucker had the biggest dick there, gigantic, thick, round, and dangerous.

I kept my eye on the big dicked guy as the boys worked their way around. My high was coming down and I was ready to smoke, and the fear of that dick seemed to sober me up quickly. I was being throat fucked by one of the boys while eyeing the big dicked fucker when he saw me staring. He gave me a little evil glare, snarled his upper lip a bit, stroked his dick, rubbed it over my stomach and sides showing me how far in my guts he could go, and nodded. I closed my eyes thinking of the bliss to come.

When that round finished, Grif led me back to the bathroom. He did not let me wipe off, but again licked my face clean of his boy’s cum, spit, and my own mess. I was shocked to see the big, raw, welts now covering my body, arms, legs, and had not realized they had striped me like that. This time when Grif turned around, I obliged, and it made his dick so ready to explode that he lasted only seconds back up my drooling ass and cursed me as a whore with every drop he shot. I told Grif I had to piss and he said no, I had to hold it. We went back out, I sat the bar, shakily gulped a drink down and lit up one of my smokes from Lionel. Thank God that shit was good. I still did not know what it was, but loved how fucked up it made me.

The Philly boys seemed pretty mellow for the moment, most of them were sitting on the couch, smoking their weed and rock, chatting, I would hear the occasional reference to the ‘slut’, ‘whore’, ‘hear that pussy clap’ and more, so it seemed like they were having a good time. I sure was. I was lost in thought when I felt the heat of someone standing in front of me and two large hands rubbing up and down my thighs. I focused and realized it was the man with the gigantic dick, which was now hanging long and low to his left.

“You almost there,” he said with the sexiest voice I had ever heard – well besides Deacon. A voice full of power, sex, menace, and promise of nastiness. “I like big, sloppy, beat up pussy. Don’t want it tight. Want to fuck like I fuck my girl and even she has a hard time.” While I took another hit and held it deep in my lungs and wondered how much sloppier my hole could get, I could feel the growing hardness of his dick as he continued, “They all try to run.” My ass twitched and some cum, blood, and ass juice ran out and coated the bar stool as my hole tried to open right then for him. He looked down, saw the wetness, snarled his upper lip again and pushed me backwards in the chair a bit with his left hand as his right hand shoved under me, found my wet hole and he began working his fingers round and round, creating a cascade of more wetness down his hand and onto his wrist. “Damn! Yeah right there, twiddle that twat, make you leak and slick me up, here, lick my nipple.” I set the smoke down, started chewing on his nipple as his hand pushed into my ass and his body hid from the rest of the world our moment alone.

He pulled his wet hand out from under me and I licked him clean as he said, “Yes, you are almost there,” and then walked away. FUCK! I was ready now – or so I thought. I relit my smoke, finished it off, and Grif and another guy was there ready and waiting for another round. I got fucked on about every surface and piece of furniture in the room and every conceivable position. The pack had separated a bit now, as the wolves balls and dicks were no longer aligned in their timing, but they kept my ass and mouth full and loaded with cum and piss. They continued to slap me, choke me, and welt my body and luckily the drugs let me just focus on the pleasure of it all and I did not really notice any pain. In between fucks and while being dragged to some new spot, I kept trying to look at gigantic dick, and every time I did his long, black shaft seemed harder.

My next trip to the bathroom was with some other guy as it looked like Grif was taking a nap. This guy fucked me missionary style on the cold, tile floor, and then pissed up my ass, then fucked me more, pushing his piss deeper, creating a foul stew of bodily fluids. He was laying on top of me, his dick slowly going soft when the door opened and the gigantic dicked guy walked in. “Get out,” he said. The guy on me pulled out, closed the door and left. I stayed on the floor, the guy tossed a towel onto the floor by the toilet and pulled the chain so I went over and kneeled on it. He opened the toilet seat and said, “Sit up straight.” So I did expecting him to piss in my mouth. Instead he began to slowly fuck my mouth, gently moving his head around my mouth what little he could due to the size. I was slapped back to reality, my head was clenched between his two powerful hands, and he began to force his gigantic dick down my used throat. My gag reflex had been beaten up and shut down by the other boys, but my body still fought the loss of air. My throat tried to squeeze the intruder out, while my lungs tried to suck in air, with no luck. “You sit fucking right there, don’t you fucking move,” he said, “That’s it, fight my dick, I told you they all try to run.” He kept pressing his dick down my throat and my hands scrambled to find the piss covered toilet to hang onto as he raped my throat. My stomach began to revolt and everything began to rise like an unleashed fire hydrant, yet he still kept my throat plugged. I tried to push him away and as he yanked his dick out of my throat in one mad tug, he turned my head so that I filled the toilet with the contents of my stomach. I was gasping as he turned my head back to him and repeated. Squeeze my head, fuck deep, choke and gag, turn my head and wretch. After the third time there was not a drop of spit even that came up, just the gasping rattles for breath.

He continued to throat fuck while my mind raced. My high was gone, my throat was beyond abused. When would this stop? All the while I was trying to beg for his cum. I finally dropped my hands, quit trying to push him away, he sighed and said, “That’s right, you taking it like a good whore now. You been teasing me all day wagging that sloppy cunt around, but you know what? I can fuck longer and cum more times than all that black dick out there. They just the opening act. I KNOW I can make you bleed and my seed is some tough shit, so you going to get knocked up real good. Let’s see if you about ready for the main event!” With that the gigantic dick unleashed a cascade of cum down my throat as my temples were squeezed in the vise of his hands and his body shuddered and shook. As he pulled out I sucked him clean with what breath I had. He slapped my head and walked away, leaving me beside the toilet.

This was my first moment alone in hours. I pissed, sat on the toilet and let the juices all flow out and relished the great relief of all the pressure. I was washing my face when Grif and two of the guys found me, told me I was a bad whore for disobeying, as he and the crew began to cover me anew in welts and piss and spit. They dragged me back to the bar and let me smoke, which seared my throat and burned like Hades from the brutal throat fuck. Then the wolves came out to play. Time was all mixed up and I was so full of cum I could barely stand. I was finishing up another smoke when the guy with the gigantic dick came over, stood in front of me, and I instinctively raised my legs up and out and pushed my hole to the edge of the stool. His curled his upper lip in a sneer, rammed as much of his right hand as he could into my ass, wiggled it, nodded, and left it there while I gasped and finished up my smoke. He pulled me off the bar stool, his dick pointing the way, as he led me to an alcove at the far back on the side of the hallway. The rest of the pack were working to get their strength back after their last kill – infecting me with their AIDs and STDs.

I still did not know his name, it did not matter, I was so high as he pushed me back so I was sitting on the edge of the padded bed, he turned and closed the curtains, looked at me nodded and I opened mouth to welcome him back. There was no easy going this time as he pounded my throat balls deep and I took it as his dick continued to expand. He then pulled his dick away, a trail of snot, tears, and spit still connecting my face to his death stick as he reached down onto the floor, grabbed a black gym back and tossed it onto the bed beside me. I watched as he pulled out a blindfold and tossed it aside. Other items were pulled out, analyzed, and tossed into the pile on the bed. The small black case he gently set to the side before bringing out a round, black bar with what looked handcuffs built into it. “Open your mouth,” he said, his voice laced with menace and intent. I did and he stuffed a bandana into my mouth, then tied it into place with another bandana tied tight around my head.

My body began to shake, the drugs, the use and abuse, and now the fear and desperate desire to feel him fuck me and breed me all began to crash together into one wave. A tsunami was forming. “Get on your hands and knees,” he said. I got doggy style, he reached between my open legs with both hands, grabbed my wrists, and pulled my arms out from under me as he yanked my hands back between my legs. I fell on my face and had to fight to turn my head in order to breathe, while my ass was up, open, and waiting. His grip tightened as he growled, “Don’t fucking move,” and I felt the cold of metal now clamp around my wrists and ankles, joining my left wrist and left ankle next to each other, holding them in place as the sound of metal made its way to my right and my right wrist and ankle were also locked down. He had used the bar to truss me up like some farm animal.

He pulled me roughly backwards on the bed, “They all try to run. You won’t. NO RUNNING FOR YOU! I’ve been waiting all fucking day for this. Oh, but one more thing.” I heard a zipper, some rattling, then I felt an intense sting and burning in my ass cheek. What the fuck? He laughed a little as he rubbed the spot and said, “You feel that yet? I want you good and sober for my beat down baby and this right here is going to make those clouds disappear, you hear me? I can tell you getting brighter already. No worries, I got a little something to fuck you right back up when I am done. I ate my Wheaties this morning so we going to get down.”

The world turned white hot as the tsunami that had been forming crashed through the last of my high, unleashed by his gigantic raw dick tearing through my ass. My cries of agony were muffled by the gag in my mouth, my body a prisoner locked and chained for him to mount and use. I couldn’t focus on what he was saying as the pain pounded in my ears, my skull, my hole pounded as the waves collided one onto the other. Did I pass out? I don’t know, but when I could focus even the slightest again there was no let up, just a deep drilling by his dark dick, pounding my guts into submission. He had angled his dick and was banging against my kidneys and I began to piss. I could not tell him with the gag and don’t think he cared and actually think he liked that and knew as he seemed to focus on that spot and tried to get even deeper by yanking me back onto his dick.

I had not been fucked like that since Deacon, a total and true rape with no control, no way out, and I was shown what a true AIDs whore was used for. His gigantic cock shot his first load, then pulled back and began working my outer hole. Seems like the brutal tops like doing that, making the hole gape and open so they can see what damage they’ve done. He seemed to get super hard doing that, just pounding in and out of my abused outer ring, and took his time to shoot load number two. While I wanted him to stop, part of me didn’t and I wanted more, more of his AIDs seed. He did not disappoint as he grabbed my bruised and blood splattered hips, roughly flipped me onto my side, rolled me on my back, so I could see for the first time the bar to which my wrists and ankles were cuffed. His black dick gleamed in a coating of cum and blood, my eyes trying to show him I wanted more.

The Philly boy grabbed onto the bar I was cuffed to, pushed my prisoned body back and up a little and slammed his gigantic dick back in my ass. I whimpered and moaned, he pulled out, rocked me towards him and leaned over and said, “You want me to stop? Too late for that baby, you on your period now. I learned this little trick when I got out of prison, best way to make a hole big and sloppy and now you just right for my dick. Like that hole made for it! You want me to stop? NO? Oh you nasty slut!” He pushed the prison bar back, my hole flashed red and gaping and he jumped back in. Within several strokes my own orgasm began to build as my insides were rocked by his dick and I trembled and shook and cried out into my gag as I shot all over myself while he continued pounding me.

His knuckles were white from gripping the bar so hard as he slammed his dick into me, ensuring that every thrust bruised my guts and I could feel the hot wetness now streaming out of my hole, running down my back, and the look in his eyes of hunger as he shot his third load of infected cum into my shredded ass was of a wolf who had found his first kill in a long time.

It took a while for him to get soft as he continued to work my destroyed hole. He let go of the bar, pulled out, making me feel so empty now as the cool air whispered across my gaping ass. The cuffs were unlocked, the bar set aside, my sore body collapsed onto itself as he yanked me forward, tore off the gags and forced his dick into my mouth to clean and to taste his mark on me. My mouth was so dry, but his dick so wet, it was a perfect match. He pushed me away, packed up his bag, flipped me back over, and I felt another sting in my ass as he pressed against me and said, “I’m going to make sure that whatever this business is we all in together includes more time with you baby and I got just the plan as my daddy and his bar buddies always like it when I find them good white pussy they can rape with no questions asked and you are just what we need. In the meantime, my boys here will get plenty more use out of you and that sloppy cunt.”

“Come on now, wake the fuck up. Those boys did you up for fuck sake, I can see that. Holy fucking shit!” Lionel was kneeling beside the couch, sticking a needle into my arm, and began tapping the vein he had just injected. “Those dumb hood rats don’t know shit. They may like to fuck a passed out bitch, but not me or my crew. Come on now, stand up, I got some fresh smoke for you and the line is waiting. Some of my crew want a nutt and from how all marked up and covered you are in red red I bet that white hole is blossoming like a fucking rose! Let me look! HOLY SHIT YOU TORE UP! Those Philly boys are bad. Well my crew just has to wait, you’re my bitch this week and I want to coat you when you still fresh off your fuck down.” In a flash I was face down back on the couch with Lionel fucking my ass and his previous warning came back to me, “EVERY NIGHT YOU ARE HERE WILL END WITH ME AND THE BOYS ON MY CREW FUCKING YOU TIL YOU CAN’T STAND! YOU READY FOR ALL THAT?”

Was day 2 over yet? I couldn’t believe when my mind said, “I hope not, I want more!”

Stay tuned for Part 3-Day 2: Dwayne and Malcolm Return, and the Stealth Fuck

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Part 3-Day 2: Breeders Market - Dwayne and Malcolm Return

“That white hole is blossoming like a fucking rose! Let me look! HOLY SHIT YOU TORE UP! Those Philly boys are bad,” Lionel said in awe and hunger and in a flash I was face down back on the couch with Lionel’s big raw 10-inch dick fucking my ass. “Gonna coat that hole with my baby batter,” Lionel panted as he worked me over, “You just make my balls churn and get ready to shit some more of my babies!” A few minutes later Lionel had his satisfaction, pulled out, had me stand up and bend over the arm of the couch and reach back and spread my cheeks as he took several Polaroid pictures. “Hmmm… love that pink hole! Let the red red flow! A few more to add to my collection,” he snickered. Lionel had been taking before and after pics of my pink hole and other action shots since I had arrived at the Breeder’s Market in Southeast Washington, DC (SE-DC), to spend 7 days with Lionel and check out our latest drug and other operations. I turned around, somewhat unsteady on my feet, and looked at Lionel again. Since I had met him the first time in the main library and he and his buddies had fucked me I got horny just looking at his 6”5, thick and solid body, his tats, especially the Soulja Lover tat on his torso, not to mention his dick. Damn I wanted more! He promised I would get all the dick I could handle and so far he was not lying. Those Philly Boys had been rough, nasty, and buck wild. “I don’t know what you off dreaming about, I got you – no worries – you safe with me,” Lionel said as he patted my face, leaned in and kissed me long and hard, “Now, tell me you missed this dick! Good. I like nothing better then a sloppy whore who is fucked up and nasty! So you better keep pleasing your Master.” That last bit was said with an evil twinkle in his eye, and was a hint of a road he planned to take us down.

My clothes were hard to find, but once dressed, Lionel led me to a black plate full of white lines, and I snorted up my fill and was back on track for the day. It was still early afternoon, but with the Philly boy gangbang and all the drugs they gave me, my body was feeling it. As I followed Lionel through Covenant, the hot rush of the drugs kicked in, everything became clearer and brighter, and the sensation of cum leaking out of my hole with every step was mildly distracting. When we passed a series of large windows that overlooked a small interior courtyard, I noticed snow piled up on the window sills and more coming down hard. Lionel stopped, “Yeah fucking weather, been like that for a few hours now, but we still got a busy day and night ahead. Come on, time to see how the new recruits are doing.” We made our way down to the Stockyard. This was designed as the high traffic area of the Breeders Market and while any of our Breeders could enter, the charge was only $20 as the Stockyard was designed for the blow-and-go crowd. The Mares here were fucked and filled with the dirtiest, nastiest, and most infected dick and cum this city had to offer and in turn, my infection would continue to spread to more and more people. The Market was not scheduled to open for hours, but the sounds of men fucking could be heard down the hall. When we entered, Lionel told me, “Got a new drug crew onboard from the Northeast side of town. They were the last hold outs trying to be ‘independent’ but they have seen the error of their ways and now their drug trade is mine, they work for me now, well you – you know the fuck what I mean.” Lionel stopped just inside the large set of doors to the Stockyard, lit up a cigarette, took a long drag, then continued, “We also got a fresh batch of Mares – well Mare wannabees – to test out. Even some of the ones that had been trained for opening night could not cut it quite yet, so time to replenish the stock. I put the word out, so this is the first test.”

All Mares who were part of the permanent stables for me and the AIDs Lords would end up branded on their forehead with a BIOHAZARD BRAND indicating their status as a Mare, and a symbol noting which AIDs Lord and which stable they belonged to. Of course this was only after they had been infected by, and survived taking, my extreme virus. My cum and blood was toxic beyond anything that had been known to date thanks to Dr Mike and Deacon and now I passed that gift on the Mares to share with others. For now, any Mare in DC still belonged to me, but someday, Lionel knew they may be given to him, so he was working hard to ensure the operation had all the kinks worked out. My eyes roamed the room in a quick inspection of my Stable Masters – the men responsible for caring for the Mares. I had decided to go for a standard uniform and certain physical qualities in my Stable Masters. They were of varying races and creeds, but all were ex-military, at least 6”2, handsome, well built, and at least 9-inches of dick that was clearly outlined in their skin-tight, white pants. I could also happily attest to the sexual skills of each and every one of them as I had taken many loads from them these past weeks. The line of Stable Masters in their uniforms made an impressive sight in and of themselves, but they were off limits and not an option for our guests. I asked Lionel to please make an addition to my list of dick for the week, “How about a Stable Master gang fuck on my ass? Would you like to see those men in their white uniforms take turns using me Daddy?” Lionel slowly took the cigarette out of his, looked at me a little sideways as he began to chew his upper lip like he did when he was in voyeur mode. “Aiight, done,” Lionel said, as we walked down the middle of the Stockyard, then he added, “Daddy huh? Hmm…. I kinda like that.”

The Mare-wanna-bees were all in position, on small raised platforms, within specially created ‘stalls’. Just like when the Breeders Market was open, each applicant was Market ready, blindfolded, leashed, doggy style, and resting their torso on a specially designed leather padded bench that was just high enough to keep their full body weight off their hands and knees, leaving their hole open and ready. The Northeast crew had the choice of mounting the Mare applicant right there in full public view, or close the curtains on the stall. Other parts of Covenant in SE-DC provided more privacy, but only for those clients who could afford it. The only rules in every Market was that the Mares must be fucked raw and in the Stockyard there was a 15-minute time limit. The Market was all about the pump-and-dump, not love making. The sounds of applicant Mares pleading to be let go and to stop, of men grunting and cumming in a newly opened hole, echoed through the Stockyard as Lionel led me to another section of Covenant. We stopped in the hall, Lionel pulled out one of his special smokes, lit it up, inhaled deeply, his eyes were now a bit glassy as he looked at me and said, “This is something new, something stronger than what you hit before. Take a good hit, then talk to me.” I took the smoke and as I hit it, some of the ash fell on my t-shirt and Lionel quickly brushed at it, leaving a large gray streak across my chest. I handed it back to him as the wave came over me like I had just been dropped 30 feet. My heart leapt, my breath caught, then I floated, and gently landed. Lionel laughed, “Oh yeah slut, you good. Come on, finish this up, big deep breaths, got someone special for you to see.” Every step felt like I was floating now and this was a high like nothing I had ever experienced. Very mellow, light, but fucking intense. Not like the sharp high of the other stuff. I followed Lionel to a part of the Covenant complex I had not been in yet. It was a long, 5-story building on the east side that was connected to the main building by a 2 story, enclosed walkway that went over the gated entrance on that side of the building. Lionel said they had not gotten to refurbishing this building yet, but would soon and asked for my thoughts on its use. But in the meantime, this is where he had several special guests. There were members of Lionel’s crew – armed with automatic rifles – at both ends of the walkway and also inside the doors to the building we entered. More guards at the elevator, and on the 5^th floor when we got off. I noted immediately the doors on this floor were metal and some were padlocked on the outside. Midway down the hall Lionel motioned for one of the crew to unlock the door, he did, and we stepped into a room that looked like it was part of a living space of some sort, or prison so it seemed.

“Assholes, get your nasty selves out here. Told you’all I was coming through, don’t make me wait now,” Lionel hollered. Two men cautiously began to emerge from a door to the side of the room, looked at Lionel in fear, looked at me, back at Lionel, then they started to smile and clap, “Yo man, I tolds you, he would not forget us. No sir, he would not. Long time man!” the first man said. It took me a second to recognize them as they looked even scruffier and dustier than they did when they were on the streets and homeless, but it was Dwayne and Malcolm who I had fucked with at the library, then the bookstore, and also wrote about in the story - The Homeless Guys From the Video Store –Fucked up, Dicked down, Pimped Out. Dwayne was the first to reach me, with Malcolm close behind, and they smelled even worse than they looked, “This mother fucka – um – uh – this kind man here,” he mumbled as he glanced at Lionel who was casually smoking, “Has had us locked up here man! Locked up like we done something wrong! We didn’t do nothing. Nothing! We keep telling him that. Yo man, we done nothing!” Lionel just laughed, shook his head, and waved his hand as if to say, OK, go on, keep talking. Dwayne continued, “Then he say we got to wait for the Boss. The boss who? Right Malcolm, don’t I say the boss who? He just say nothing. Keep us locked up in here, ain’t right.” Malcolm just stood a little to the back, still not saying a word as Lionel said, “You inside right? You got food right? You got liquor and smokes and all the drugs your nasty asses can smoke up right? So quit your fuckin bitchin. Here’s the deal. He’s THE BOSS.” At that both Dwayne and Malcolm looked at me and in unison said, “No SHIT?”. Lionel went on, “I’m out of here for a bit. You’all can hang. You can plead your case with him. But I don’t trust your sorry asses, neither one of you. You were Uncle Jack’s bitches through and through.” Lionel then said to me, “My crew is outside. If you want to leave before I get back, just knock on the door. Until then, keep that hole wet and here, smoke this, but don’t let them hit it. This is yours only.”

The metal door was locked and I was alone with Dwayne and Malcolm. Dwayne began his tirade pleading again until I said, “Look guys. Relax. You got some place we can sit down? Chill, have a little fun, and you can tell me everything.” They took me into the back room, which was pretty large, had a TV, couple easy chairs, and a mattress on the floor covered with stained and dirty sheets. There was a metal TV tray between the chairs covered with glass pipes, cigarettes, and trash. There was trash on the floor, food on a table on the side wall, bottles of liquor strewn about, the room reeked of piss, cum, sweat, and filth. Dwayne looked a bit sheepish as he laughed and said, “Maid service here sucks!” I sat on an empty milk crate, asked for a lighter, lit up the smoke from Lionel, then said, “OK guys, tell me what happened.” As Dwayne and Malcolm each hit some crack in their pipes, they told me they got caught up in the fallout from Uncle Jack kidnapping me and neither Lionel nor his crew trusted them, so they ended up here, had been locked up in these rooms for a while now. “The fucking worst part, the fucking worst, has been no pussy! Yeah we got food and shit, and really good shit, I mean this rock is like WHOA, but I ain’t fucked nothing in months. God damn, a man’s got needs, right? Yo Malcolm, why ain’t you let me get up in you?” Malcolm just shook his head as Dwayne suddenly realized and looked back at me as he reached down and stroked his hardening dick through his pants, “FUCK! Yo man, we had a good time in your pussy, putting all that nutt up in there, what you say? Huh? Come on man, I need it bad!” At that Malcolm turned and looked at me too, the hunger in his eyes clear as well. I shook my head and said, “Anything you want man, but remember, I’m The BOSS, so you better treat me right.” Dwayne laughed as he practically jumped out of the chair, dropping his pipe on the floor and swearing as it shattered. He quickly brushed the glass into a pile with a t-shirt, stood in front of me, dropped his pants, and his steel hard dick was there for the taking.

Dwayne and Malcolm were both in their 30s, very rough and thuggish looking, average builds, but big dicks like Lionel’s, a good 10-10.5 inches. Malcolm’s was really thick too and flared out at the base, so when he was balls deep it felt fucking amazing as I was stretched like a double-wide trailer. While Dwayne was not as thick, he was a special kind of nasty as he always had a constant case of gonorrhea, his uncut dick coated in a green, thick crust of funk, and they both fucked to hurt. “Got us some fucked up pussy here, nice pussy, this pussy always so TIGHT YO! Gonna nutt up all in that pussy yo, big fuck nutt,” Dwayne mumbled to Malcolm as I stroked him with my left hand while I hit my smoke with my right. With my last deep hit I put my mouth as far down over Dwayne’s filth covered dick as I could and when I could not hold it anymore, let the smoke out around my lips and his dick while Dwayne looked down at me wide eyed. “Fuck yeah. That’s wild shit. I’m ready.” I got up off the crate, stripped as they both eyed me while they stroked their needy dicks, walked over to the dirty mattress on the floor, pushed the stain covered sheets to the side, got on my hands and knees and said, “My hole’s nice and wet and full of cum guys, so fuck me!” The word’s had barely left my mouth before Dwayne squatted over me and plunged his eager dick straight down into my hole making me grunt. Malcolm stepped in front of me so I could suck him. The smoke Lionel gave me made me horny beyond belief. “Open that pussy up for me,” Dwayne begged, “That’s it, open wide, holy shit mother fucker, shit is good and wet. Yo man, this shit wet. I ain’t had such a wet hole in God knows when. DAMN! You want this cum up that ass? Huh? You want this black nutt up that white pussy hole? Huh? Want this AIDs nutt? Oh shit, can’t hold out yo, fuckin gonna…….oh……..” Without slowing a bit Dwayne blew his load deep up my ass then just yanked his dripping dick out and switched places with Malcolm. The crust and filth that had been on Dwayne’s dick was now buried in my guts and if he had not stuffed my throat deep with his dick to clean him off I would have yelped in pain as Malcolm buried his dick balls deep in the first thrust, his thickness stretching me wide open. My body tensed, my back arched, and Malcolm placed both hands on my back, pushed it back down as he began his own beat down fuck. Every thrust of his raw dick went balls deep and then it felt like he was trying to crawl up in my ass even further and push my hole open even wider. I knew he was getting close when his fingers dug into my back, his nails tearing flesh as he shot his infected load in my ass while Dwayne filled my throat and stomach with his dark piss. They both yanked their dicks out of me at the same time and went back to their chairs as I gasped for breath and felt the piss dribble down my chin and the cum run out of my ass. Their bed was now speckled a little red too.

Their pipes filled the room with acrid smoke, Malcolm had turned on the TV and popped a porn into the VCR, the moans of some chick being fucked filled the room as their dicks remained hard and in need. I put my pants over the crate, sat back down, and relit my smoke. My ass was pulsing like I could feel my heartbeat in my hole, and it was wet and warm, but too empty. I planned to milk them good today and as the high went to a new level, staring at their dicks gave me an idea. “You guys ready to make me a Twinkie?” I asked. Malcolm just looked at me and Dwayne said, “Fuck huh?” “I want you to cream my insides good, give me an EXTREME ruff ryder fuck to remember. If you do, I promise to get you out of this place, set you up right, and more.” I ordered Malcolm to lay on his back on the bed, I held his rigid pole with my right hand as I straddled him and guided it to my hole. Dwayne watched feeling left out as I rode Malcolm’s raw dick. I was jumping up and down on him now and said, “You better not cum until I tell you,” and he just shook his head. Dwayne then complained, “Look here, Mr. Willie ain’t getting no action, come on yo, I want some too.” “You better be ready,” I said, “Let’s see if you can back that shit up and make me a true slut for your nasty fucking dicks.” I then pulled off Malcolm’s dick, turned around so I was facing his feet and dropped back down on him as deep as he would go. Malcolm gasped at how good it felt and while he grabbed my hips I gasped at how open he had me. It was time. I stopped, and leaned back on Malcolm’s torso with his hands on hips holding me steady, his raw infected dick still buried deep in my now gaping hole. The angle still left a good portion of his dick inside of me, but not the thickest part, making space for what would come next.

“I want you to fuck me too now,” I said as I looked to Dwayne, “Double dick me. Make me your white pussy slut, your AIDs slut, show me how much you want out of here.” Malcolm was grunting in happiness as he spread his legs, Dwayne got on his knees between them and edged up as towards my ass. I lifted my arms and Malcolm wrapped his arms around my chest holding me tight as he nibbled on my left ear and neck and whispered how much he loved me. What the fuck? Back to the issue at hand, I moved my hands down and pulled my cheeks apart as Dwayne positioned his dick at my hole on top of Malcolm’s, who had paused his thrusting. Dwayne looked down at me and said, “You sure? Cause I ain’t stopping yo.” I nodded yes, he targeted the gap left by Malcolm’s thickness and as he began to push in, it forced Malcolm’s dick to angle off more level and straighter. The last time I had been double dicked was by Lionel and his buddies, and that had been doggy style. This did not seem so bad, but as soon as Dwayne’s dick head found traction and pushed my ass ring open, the pain hit and I screamed in surprise and from what felt like a fucking red hot iron poker ripping my hole open. Tears started to stream from my eyes, my body shook, my high vanished, Malcolm grabbed me tighter and Dwayne paused a second to grab the dirty sheet on the side of the bed and stuff a portion of it into my mouth, covering Malcolm’s head in the process. “Can’t have your man’s crew thinking we doing something you don’t want now. SHIT! Feel that? HOLY FUCK. Like I said, I ain’t stopping, yo man, time for us to show the pussy we can treat him right.” At that Malcolm pushed his hips down into the mattress a little, making his dick pull back just a bit more, and as he did, Dwayne shoved his dick in further, ripping my ass even more, as he talked dirty and nasty, and started saying very racial shit. Dwayne’s hands were clamped around my calves, his nails digging little half-moons into the skin of shins as he pistoned my hole as deep as he could. Malcolm continued to hold me tight and over Dwayne’s verbal assault, he continued his whispered claims of love and telling me what all he wanted to do to me – with me – for me.

Two raw, ruff ryder dicks were using my ass, and they soon found the perfect rhythm for a deep double dicking. Thank the fuck I had been used by the Philly boys already, otherwise no way I could have take them, but taking them both I was. The pain gave way to pleasure a thrust at a time, and then pleasure gave way to ecstasy, and then ecstasy gave way to something even more. I focused on Dwayne who looked like he was in ecstasy as well, “Yo man, time to nutt up in this pussy, fill it up with our AIDs man, fuck it down, this what you want? Harder? Huh? Deeper? Oh yeah, we got that – rougher? Got that too, oh yeah, we got that, we got that ruff ryder dick all up in that hole….we got that, we….oh fuck, we….TAKE THIS FUCKING CUM, OH CHRIST, GONNA NUTT, TAKE THIS CUM, TAKE IT, TAKE IT!!!!!!” Like I had a choice as Dwayne’s body shook, trembled, his nails digging deeper into me, Malcolm joined him unloading inside my ass, his own body shaking under the weight of mine, his dick pulsing like an unkinked hose and his breath hot and heavy on my neck. Dwayne knew better this time than to just yank his dick out, so he slowly and gently began to shift his hips, our juices easing his passage out, yet it brought new flashes of pain. I closed my eyes and grunted as the head pulled out of my ring and Dwayne lowered my legs to the bed. Malcolm shifted his right arm and then gently rolled our bodies to the right while still holding me impaled on his dick and started to move his hips and thrust back into my hole. I put my left hand up to try to push him away but he just ignored me and continued working their infected cum in my shredded ass. He moved his right arm under my neck and scooted a little further up the bed so the angle allowed him to hit my ass walls on every stroke. I grabbed his right hand, brought it close to my face and started kissing and licking it and holding it over my nose and mouth as he fucked me more. Dwayne was ignoring us as he sat back down, let out a big sigh, then went into the other room for a minute to grab a cold drink.

“You like me making love to you?” Malcolm asked. “Yes, I do, go deeper, I want to feel you, stretch my guts,” I begged. Unbelievably I wanted more dick, the pain from the double dicking had gone. There was just an intense throbbing in my outer hole. So now Malcolm worked on scraping my guts, angling his hips, targeting a new spot, shoving his thick base as deep as he could go as I pushed back trying to get him even deeper. “Love me, please love me,” Malcolm whispered as he fucked. I didn’t know what to say so just moaned and kept pushing back on him. Suddenly his hand clamped onto my face, his body tensed, and he grunted as he gave me another hot load. I worked my ass to milk every drop and a few minutes later his tired dick slid out of my tore up ass and Malcolm rolled onto his back and just lay there. I got on my hands and knees and by the time I looked at him he was out and starting to snore. Damn, really? I looked at my watch, had been there about 90 minutes and not sure how long Lionel would be, but was ready for more if they were. Malcolm seemed done, so while Dwayne nursed a cold beer, I knelt and started nursing his limp dick. I was determined to get another load from him up my ass, so I slicked his dick with spit and slurped it up as he drank his beer, then I got him another and he downed that one in a few big gulps, burped, then hit his pipe. The smell of the crack, mixed with the rest of the funk in the room, including fresh cum, made me even hornier. “I gotta piss now,” Dwayne said as he moved to get up. I put my hand on his torso and said, “Let me drink it again, right here.” He nodded, closed his eyes, and a hot stream of beer fueled piss jetted from his dick and filled my stomach. When he was done I continued to suck him while he hit his pipe and soon his dick responded to both as the blood returned in force.

“Want some more ass?” I asked him. “Always, and this time, I’m ready to do some good old fashioned long dickin,” Dwayne answered. Malcolm was still on the bed, snoring away, so I looked around trying to think where we would do this. “Just like at your place, stand in the front of the TV, bend over, and brace yourself,” Dwayne instructed. I got into position, Dwayne stood up behind me, and before he started he stuck three fingers into my ass and followed the outline of my hole, mixing the manly mix round and round, then he clawed at my guts a bit with his dirty nails, making my legs shake. “Yo, look man, look here,” Dwayne said. I turned and he showed me his fingers, all coated in slime, tinged with red, his nails dirty and foul, which he offered to me to lick clean. With his other hand he hefted his dick, “Let me see you lick the slime off Mr. Willie, that’s it, use your tongue to spread that green on your lips – FUCK that’s HOT! Bend back over.” Long dicking for Dwayne was slamming balls deep and pulling back on my hips to meet his every thrust forward as fast and hard as he could. I had to stand with one foot forward and the other back to keep my balance and could only grunt as he dug new gouges into my gut walls with his dick, and gouges into the flesh of my hips where he was hanging on. While most guys went slow and easy especially after already shooting a couple loads, not Dwayne. He fucked hard and fast. “Make it hurt, come on now, fuck it hard, fuck your boss man!” I said, egging him on, “Give me that nasty cum, from that nasty dick, your dirty fucker!” Dwayne liked that, his dick got harder still, he got even more verbal as his racial dirty talk became more intense. As he got rougher and fucked with more force, I lost my balance and got slammed into the TV stand as he plow fucked, and bucked his load as deep as he could go. The TV fell off the back, I fell onto the stand, and Dwayne did not let up as he continued to slam me harder and deeper until every drop of cum was buried in me and he knew he had given me all of his infected nutt.

Unlike last time, Dwayne did not pull out slowly but yanked out in one rough pull, taking my insides with him and then roughly pushed me to my knees and had me lick him clean. When I was done, and he was satisfied he stepped back, sat in his chair, sighed, and hit his pipe. Malcolm was now sitting up on the bed, rubbing his eyes, the crashing TV having woke him from his post-fuck slumber. My high had started to wear off, so Dwayne let me hit his pipe. “Is that all you got,” I teased as I pointed at their now softened dicks. Malcolm just shook his head while Dwayne said, “Slut, you know better, we worked you hard and rough and a long fucking time before right? Did today too. You say just say when, we be ready to go.” Malcolm nodded in agreement as smoke refilled the room. As much as I was enjoying myself, I was feeling hungry and wanted to get some rest before the evening’s adventures, so I decided time to wrap things up. I told them to stay in their chairs a minute, went to the front door, knocked, one of Lionel’s crew opened the door and looked at me. I was still naked and covered in sweat, cum, and more and he just licked his lips and said, “Whatever you need, you know I got.” I laughed, that was good, and said, “If you’ve got anything worth my while, then you are already in the rotation for tonight, right? I thought so. So, I’ll see you later, in the meantime, send word to Lionel, here’s what I need.” I went back to Dwayne and Malcolm, told them to get dressed as Lionel would be back soon, and we would all talk then. About 15 minutes later Lionel arrived and came into the back room, my special guest behind him. Dwayne and Malcolm both stood up as the guy who had worked for Uncle Jack and helped kidnap then torture me was brought in. He was blindfolded, but also wearing his Mare’s ‘uniform’ of bright pink lace, thigh-high stockings, a matching pink bra, and a wig. While all of the other Mares were naked except for their collars, this was part of his punishment. “Show them,” I said, and Lionel reached and lifted the lace bodice so Dwayne and Malcolm could see that the guy had been neutered. They did not need to know that Deacon had literally ripped the guy’s balls off, but I did say, “You know him. He was part of Uncle Jack’s crew here. That is what your future will be if you get out of line, try to fuck with me or mine, or do anything that Lionel does not trust, understand me?” They were both taken aback by my tone, and what they saw. “He is truly a cunt now, who is used as we see fit. So, here’s the deal. You have two options. One, you can stay here, in this room, and rot. I prefer the second option. I think you can be trusted, you know the city, you know the rackets, the drug markets, all the dirty secret places and things to do and people who do them. I need you back on the streets, no one pays attention to homeless guys, especially ones that are addicts. I’ll have Lionel here set you up with a place to call your own, a roof over your head here at Covenant, money for food and shit, drugs, whatever, but your ‘job’ will be on the streets. You will stay looking the part and working the part – for now. Consider this probation and the only time I will intervene. You are now in Lionel’s charge. Oh, and one more thing, thanks – that was one hell of a beat down fuck – you guys are damn good so I’m going to give you a special tat on your torso – RUFF RYDER. I’ll see you again before I go, so you better save that nutt!”

The crew took our Mare away and I went into the hall as Lionel had a few last words with Dwayne and Malcolm. When he came out he did not padlock the door, but asked me, “You sure about this?” “Yes,” I said. He nodded and before we left their place he had me bend over in the hallway and show him my wet and used hole so he could have a few more Polaroids. This of course was of great interest to his crew that were on guard and a few gropes and whistles later we were back at the elevator. As soon as the elevator doors closed Lionel hit the STOP button, the alarm dinged, he pressed me against the wall with his body, sniffed, and said, “You got their stink all over you.” With his right hand he unbuttoned my jeans while he started chewing hard on my neck. His left hand caressed the other side of my neck and pushed my head back as he continued to nibble while his right hand forced its way between my thighs to my dripping hole. I was forced to stand on my tip toes, my hands on his shoulders trying to support myself as Lionel shoved as much of his right hand as he could up my wet ass, pushing me against and slightly higher up the wall. My breath caught, Lionel did not move as the weight of my body settled ever so slightly deeper onto his hand and in between nibbles on my exposed neck Lionel hissed, “Yessss, ooooohhhhh, yesssss. You stink of them. You’re full of them, their cum, their piss, I saw it all on the cameras. Watched it all. Yessssss, ooooohhhhhh, your hole is so open for me and my black snake, Yessssss.” With his left hand Lionel pulled at my t-shirt, exposing the area where my neck meets my shoulder. He leaned in, his tongue flicking at my white skin, I moaned as I settled a little deeper onto his hand. Lionel’s tongue flicked a few more times, “Yessss,” and then he zeroed in on my flesh and bit down hard drawing blood. I yelped, Lionel’s right hand pressed harder, his knuckles in my stretched hole now holding me up. My ass was begging for him to continue and to stop at the same time. “Yessss bitch,” Lionel hissed, “Yesss…..”

Stay tuned for Part 4-Day 2: Breeders Market – The Stealth Fuck

Edited January 19, 2013 by whthole4u

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Part 4-Day 2: Breeders Market – The Stealth Fuck

Dwayne and Malcolm’s cum was still oozing out of my ass when we finally made it back up to Lionel’s apartment. Lionel was in heat for sure, so after I milked a big nutt out of him, it was time for some food, a disco nap, and then D&R (douche and redecorate). Lionel wanted my hole left open and used, so none of Dr Mike’s special salve to tighten me back up, but he did give me a special drug cocktail to put me out and into a deep sleep for about 5 hours until it was time to get up for that night’s Breeder’s Market. Far too soon it seemed I began to wake up. Fuzzy, but the feel of a hard dick rubbing against my ass was clear and then a finger worked into my hole, followed by the hot burning of a large booty bump. At first I thought it was Lionel, but the body was not his, so I lay still, pretending I was still sleeping. The man on the bed with me parted my cheeks and lapped at the crystal slush now coating my hole. I could not help but to moan and started pushing my ass back to meet his tongue. When I was nice an slicked up, he positioned his dick against my hole and as he slid in, he let his weight fall onto my back. I could tell by the super thickness of his dick that it was D, the guy who managed our warehouse operations –the veins that ran along his shaft were really engorged, making hard ridges that created extra feeling. “Lionel said I could come wake you up with a nice creamy surprise, hmmm hmmm, ass is nice and open for me. Feel me digging around in there?” D said as he dug into my ass. “Get nasty with me now, come on, worship that dick with that ass, that’s it, ride it baby, ride it baby, show me you nasty!” D’s wake up call of crystal and a hot load got me and I was soon dressed and collared as Lionel led me out for the night’s festivities.

We first went by the Stockyard and I could not tell if the strong odor of cum was from all the breeding here, or D’s load dripping out of my ass. Lionel had chemmed me up big time before we left, so I was ready for anything as we stood and watched the flurry of activity as the Stable Masters prepared the Mares for the evening Market and hours of raw breeding and fucking. I was anxious to get fucked, but Lionel had business to take care of, so we ended up in the drug bar with several of his lieutenants and to keep me occupied he set me in the corner with a black plate full of white lines. I snorted some up, and a few minutes after we arrived watched as Lionel stood and greeted a tall white man who had been escorted in. They shook hands, and I wondered who he was as he looked out of place in his suit and tie. He had a square cut jaw, blond hair, clean shaven, athletic build, as tall as Lionel but not as built. As they walked across the room to the bar the blond man moved with grace and efficiency. The Market would not be open for another hour, so he must be here for some other purpose.

I continued to watch them as another of Lionel’s lieutenants came in, whispered in Lionel’s ear, he then excused himself and left the room saying he would be just a few moments and was followed out by all of his men. The blond man casually looked around, took a tip of his drink, then glanced over to me, nodded, and adjusted his standing position so I could see the swelling of a nice large dick tenting his pants. I licked my lips, got up and went over. “I’m Nick,” he said as he shook my hand, and glanced at my collar and leash with a slight smirk. I started to introduce myself and he shook his head, “Oh there is no need. I know who you are and wanted to thank you for your hospitality this evening. I am quite impressed with the operations here and look forward to sampling the many delights offered.” He was not the type I was usually attracted to at all. A little too clean cut and the term ‘sweater queen’ came to mind. But, my ass was twitching at the sight of the growing bulge in his pants, so I asked, “The Market does not start for a while yet, what brings you here early? What are you meeting with Lionel about?” The blond set his glass on the bar and replied, “I am considering an investment one could say.” Well that was vague. He then took a step sideways, his body now pressing against mine, he leaned close to me and said, “Let me have a kiss. I promise to stop if you ask me to.” I nodded, our lips met and the kiss was not all that bad. What was even better was the heat from his now hard dick as it pressed against me, throbbing, in need of release. “Come,” he said as he grabbed my hand. “Let’s just find someplace a little more private for our next kiss.” I didn’t say anything and just followed him to a door at the back, down a short hallway, a couple more turns and then into a fairly dark stairwell. He clearly knew his way around and could see the question on my face. “I paid close attention when I was given the tour. I always like to know where one can find a quiet moment if the opportunity should present itself. I understand these stairs are only used by the cleaning crew early in the morning, so we won’t be disturbed.” The door to the stairwell closed, the blond man pressed his body against mine, pulled me tight to him, and kissed me again. His tongue worked its way around my mouth as my hand worked to open the front of his pants while he moaned in appreciation. As soon as his dick was free I knelt down and began to lick his balls, then his shaft before sucking it. His dick was nice and long, maybe 9-9.5 inches, nice thickness, his hair around the base was trimmed and neat, his balls shaved.

I stood up, dropped my pants, bent over, placed my hands on the steps and waited. “I have a small packet of lube if you want any,” the blond man said. I shook my head, “No, ass is ready to go, just fuck me,” I replied, D’s thick load would provide all the lube I needed. He squirted the lube on his dick then pressed it against my hole and slid in nice and easy. Not a word was said as he fucked me and while I am usually verbal, just did not feel right to say anything, so I just enjoyed the dick and knowing my ass was going to be loaded with more cum. It did not take him long and when he was ready to shoot he stood perfectly still and said, “Don’t move,” and then a few seconds later I could feel his dick spasm in my ass as he shot. When he was done he slid out, I licked him clean, and he said, “Thank you. If you are ever interested in meeting sometime in a more, let’s say comfortable environment, give me call at this number. I also have a couple of friends who are EXTEMELY well endowed and believe you would enjoy our efforts to please you. Until next time.” The blond guy zipped up and walked out, leaving me alone in the stairwell. I reached down, fingered my ass and then licked my finger clean, tasting his sweet cum and the tang of D’s load.

I got dressed, went back to the bar and found Lionel looking none too happy. “Where the fuck did you go?” he asked, then as he got close to me he said, “You got fucked didn’t you, damn boy I can always tell when your ass has been busy.” I gave him my best puppy dog innocent eyes, but he wasn’t buying it so I admitted it all and said, “Just handling a little customer relations, that’s all.” Lionel shook his head, turned me around, made sure his blinged out collar was tight, yanked the chain a few times and said, “Remember who the MASTER is in this house. I best keep this leash in sight tonight before you go get yourself into trouble. Say, “YES MASTER!” I was thinking of some trouble, fingering the business card the blond man had given me, wondering what he meant when he said his friends were extremely well endowed. The yank of the chain brought me back to attention, I gave Lionel an icy look and said, “Yes Master.” Lionel laughed hard and loud and snickered, “That’s right BOY – BITCH BOY. Time to get you good and fucked up, almost time for the evening to begin.”

While Lionel set out a plate with some fresh white lines that he said was some new shit superior to the other stuff, the blond man had just pulled away in his Mercedes and dialed a number to a large, secluded house located just across the state line in Maryland. After 5 rings the call was answered and he could hear the sounds of someone crying and whimpering in the background as an angry voice told them to shut the fuck up. He was always surprised how the accent was more pronounced when his boss was angry. “So tell me, did you see him?” his boss asked. “Yes, I did, and just as you predicted he was easily led off and eager to bend over. I also believe he will call as he seemed most interested when I mentioned what was being offered,” the blond man responded. “Good. Now get your ass over here. This pathetic boy was broken before I barely got started. So until I get HIM back, I will just have to continue to take my frustrations out on you.” The blond man shivered a bit at that. While he had never felt so complete submitting to someone before, there was something about the one called Uncle Jack that disturbed him. As he considered the evening that lay ahead he was too distracted to notice the car that had been following him - the car that Lionel had ordered to tail him. Lionel knew something was off about the blond man from the moment he saw him, he did not know exactly what, so his men were ordered to find out. Little did they know he was now their best shot of finding their enemy number one – Uncle Jack.

Stay tuned for Day 3: Captain Hook and the Baltimore Crew

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Day 3: Captain Hook and the Baltimore Crew – I rolled over, dried cum flaking off my body like a small burst of snow flurries. Lionel was lying on his back, his breaths deep, heavy, and gentle, belying the rough fucker he was. While day two of my visit to the Breeders Market in SE DC had ended with several of Lionel’s crew gang fucking me, then Lionel falling asleep with his dick buried deep using Dr Mike’s ass salve as lube, I was ready for more. Whatever drugs Lionel had given me to put me out had made me feel plenty rested and horny as shit. I gently tugged the sheet further down Lionel’s body exposing his semi-hard dick that was nestled against his left thigh. I scooted down a little on the bed, gently lifted his dick off his thigh and moved it to my waiting mouth. Lionel moaned as I began to gently nurse his dick, but then growled a little, pushed me away, and turned onto his left side. I climbed off the bed, got on my knees on the floor by the side of the bed, and once again guided Lionel’s dick to my mouth. I was ready this time when he tried to push me away and bit down hard, making his eyes shoot open and he blurted, “What the FUCK! I gave him an evil smile and said, “I keep telling you I miss that dick.” Lionel growled a low growl, rolled onto his back, put his right arm over his eyes, then when I did not act he snarled, “Well? If you want that hole fucked, climb up on it.” I eagerly jumped back onto the bed, pushed the sheets out of the way, spit on Lionel’s dick, straddled him, and dropped down onto his monster black shaft, exhilarating in how he filled me up. I wiggled my ass a little to make sure he was in good and deep, leaned forward a bit and started riding him as I chewed on his nipples. Lionel’s moans of appreciation got louder, his dick swelled, and he grabbed my head and pushed my face into his chest saying, “Gnaw on them, that’s it, chew them up – FUCK BITCH – yeah!” Lionel was pumping his hips now and had pulled my face off his nipples so he could kiss me. I was suddenly hit with a wave of emotion and realized I was developing feelings for him – feelings that were more than just appreciation of his dick. DAMN! I loved Deacon, I was Deacon’s, but he must have known all along as he had told me this would happen and he was OK with it. I wondered how Lionel felt about me, but was too scared to say anything, so let that drop from my mind and just focused on him working my holes. We were rudely interrupted by one of his Lieutenants banging on the bedroom door. Lionel swore, pulled out of me, said, “Don’t fucking move,” and went to see what was going on. Lionel chatted with his men, came back in the bedroom, grabbed his pants and a shirt off the back of a chair and said, “Our guests from Baltimore are both fucking early. There’ a plate of good shit on the table for you, when you ready, meet me downstairs.” As Lionel left he waved one of his crew in to me with the implicit ‘go for it’ and within seconds I had another big dick up my ass, pumping me deep. This guy was young, and like almost all of Lionel’s men was straight, but he would fuck a wet hole if the chance was there. While he had a nice dick, he liked to call me baby girl, which after a while I found tiresome and was like yeah, whatever, just give me your load! He shot a huge load up my ass and I left it in as I splashed water on my face, tossed on a ball cap, hit the white lines on the plate on the table, and asked the man guarding our door to take me to Lionel.

Lionel was in one of the smaller, private lounges, sitting in a leather chair across from a shorter, bald headed white guy with glasses. I took a seat to the side and listened as they discussed how best to get drugs off ships that come into the Port of Baltimore, how much the customs officers need for bribes, what his men would and would not do etc… I was bored, this was Lionel’s shit, and was fidgeting in my chair. Lionel excused himself, came over to me and said, “I need you to go next door. The leader of the Baltimore Westside Crew is here – fucker is HOURS EARLY – any ways, do you what you do and entertain him. When you done, send someone to find me. This one here ain’t goin to do shit with you. I’ve offered and discussed how it would help seal our deal, but he’s fucking plain as shit vanilla, no drugs, no liquor, and no boy pussy. Go on now, do your thing.” I gladly left the room and went down the hall to another private lounge. This one was bigger than the one Lionel was in and had a private bed/alcove at the back of the room similar to where the Philly Boys fucked me down. One of Lionel’s men was displaying an assortment of drugs for a thuggish looking guy who was leaning over the table and examining what was being offered, several large gold rings weighing his fingers down. “Fuck yeah, that’s what I’m talking about,” he said in a deep and gravely voice as he snorted a line of white and looked up and winked at me through glassy eyes. “Mother-fuckin-shit BURNS! – WHOO _ HEE!” He shook his head, nodded, and Lionel’s man lined up a full dinner plate of lines and I stepped over to join them. The Baltimore crew leader tilted his head, looked at me, looked at Lionel’s man and asked him, “Who’s this now? I came all the way fuck down here to see your boss and your shit. I don’t need nobody else sniffing around me here now, you feel me?” I stepped up and hit several lines as Lionel’s Lieutenant said, “Yo man, HE’s the boss, so show some fucking respect.” The thug from Baltimore stepped back, “No shit? Whoa man, no offense man, no offense,” as he shook his head fighting the rush of his high. I dismissed Lionel’s man, hit two more lines, and as I wiped the powder off my nose said, “None taken, so how about we hang and visit for a while. My man Lionel is busy right now, so it will be just you and I for a while and I think we can find something to entertain you.”

He smiled as I stepped behind the bar, asked him what he liked to drink, and made him a rum and coke, extra strong, and turned on the big screen TV that automatically began playing a straight gang-bang flick. Nothing better to get a man in the mood. His eyes got wide at the life size fucking on the screen and he nodded in thanks as I set a full plate of drugs and his drink on the table and sat down. “So you really in charge man? It’s just…I…well this aint’ seem like the sort of shit you can handle no – no offense you know. Call me Hook, the one and true, the only, Blatino Captain Hook.” I laughed as he clumsily stood up and did a small bow as he said that, I shook his hand, his firm grip and twinkle in his eye made my ass twitch as this brotha seemed like he may be game. I sat in the chair closest to him, pulled the plate up, hit it hard, smiled and said, “So tell me Captain oh Captain, why do they call you Hook?” Hook smiled, the left side of his lip curling up making a little sneer as he casually stood up, took off his big brown belt and set it on the table, letting his pants drop to the floor. He then pulled down his baby blue boxer shorts letting a big, wicked thick dick pop out and bounce around. I looked at his dick, at his face, and smiled – oh yeah, Hook was right. His dick was fat, thick, and had a wicked curve, or hook, to the left and I was mesmerized. I leaned closer to inspect it, I touched it, looked it up and down and he did not stop me. I licked my finger, scooped up two lines on the plate, wiped it off on his dick, then opened my mouth and gave him a vanilla swirl, mixing my spit with the drugs, making sure some got in his piss slit, making him two step from the burn. His was one of the most perfect looking dicks I had ever seen. Perfect brown, with a pink ring and lighter head, perfect thickness and not a blemish on his skin. Perfect sized balls, perfectly trimmed hair, and his precum made perfect little tear drop shapes as it leaked out.

“Will you OBEY!?” Hook asked. I looked up, not sure what he meant, as he pushed his chair back and stood looking down at me. “Will you OBEY!?” he asked again. I nodded. “Get these fucking clothes off me. Fold them right or else. I don’t give a fucking shit if you in charge, all I see is a dick hungry white hole who needs to obey me. I will fuck that ass up, I know you’re kind, teasing, playing, acting you like want a thug jumpin up in that ass then trying to back down. Not this time! Now get to work and undress me.” While I was turned the fuck on, I reminded him he was not the master in this house and casually stayed in my chair, cleaned a few more lines off the plate, and then knelt on the floor and began unlacing his $200 Nikes and slipping his clothes off his body. His arms, and torso was covered with scars of all shapes and sizes, and I started to gently kiss them when he pushed me away, so I just held his dick and guided it to my waiting mouth. It was really hard to suck him with that curve and I had to sort of scoot to his left side to actually suck it straight on. Very strange and hot at the same time as he was like a freak of nature. His dick was pungent and nasty tasting and I am a total pig, but it made even me pause. It looked so clean, yet something……Hook just looked down, smiled, and guided me back onto his dick enjoying that he was feeding me the aftertaste of whoever or whatever he had fucked last. “You ready for some hood dick? You dick hungry ain’t ya? Hungry for a big old black dick? Ready for a street fuck? Don’t expect no kissing and shit from me, all I want and need is a hungry hungry hole to milk me. So get the fuck up and bend over this table, clean that shit off first that’s it, now bend over and let me up in there. Taste this venom up in that ass.”

As I laid my chest on the table and braced myself, Hook bent down and started licking my hole. He then sucked on his finger, rolled it around on the plate clearing out the last few lines and shoved his finger in my ass giving me an extreme booty bump. I was already flying and the bump sent me to the stars and I started babbling, “Fuck me Hook, make me obey you, I’ll do ANYTHING, ANYTHING, just fuck me please!!!” Hook laughed, “I know you will, I know.” Hook grabbed a hold of my t-shirt, wrapped his hands round and round like he was trying to reign in a horse, and once he had me held good and tight, he lined up his dick to my hole, and began to push into my ring. My hole was already lubed with cum, and the booty bump was making my ass wink open and shut in hunger and need and when next it winked open, Hook was there to invade it with rough, deep, long strokes. Hook stood almost sideways to my ass as he pushed the head of his big, long dick into my hole. I was so high, I did not even wince, and just begged for more. But once Hook was had about half his 10 inch dick inside me, he straightened up and stood normally, which made me gasp and my whole body spasm in pain and surprise. “Fuck yeah, that curve always gets them,” Hook laughed as he then began stretching my guts and forcing his way inside me in the most unnatural way.

“Make that ass clap,” Hook said, “Just like my girl, she won $100 at a contest at the club, your ass is like hers, nice and meaty, now let daddy hear it, make it clap for daddy!” Hook dug left, Hook dug right, Hook scraped my ass and made it gape wide open as he turned me into a pussy for his dick as I moaned, squirmed, and spit ran from my mouth and pooled on the table as Hook fucked me stupid. Hook suddenly pulled out, ““Where you going, I ain’t done yet. OBEY! Bring that plate over here, I got a ways to go yet before I am satisfied. Come on now, get off me, where’s that plate? That hole is getting tight again, can’t be having that, now open up and take this booty bump, I need me a slut to fuck.” My ass burned as he coated my insides with white powder, the high rushed through me like a bullet train and I was bouncing my ass, begging for more, and Hook guided his crooked dick back up my sore ass. FUCK THAT HURT! It was like being double fucked, but worse because of the angle, but Hook had me bent over the table and I could not run, could only take it how he gave it and my mind raced to find a way to deal.

Hook tore my hole open, showing me that the Baltimore boys could hold their own with Philly and all the rest. I could tell he was getting close as he started moaning louder and louder and I began to push back on his dick, and begged him to fuck me deeper and harder. Hook began to pull all the way and angle his dick even more so I got scraped good and hard as he sank back up my wet, open hole. “You want this nutt up there? Huh? Or you want me to pull out and glaze your face?” Hook asked. I told him I wanted it all in my ass and he soon began to glaze my guts with a hot load. He stayed hard and continued to work his load around in my ass as I started to come down again. This time he did not let me snort any more lines as he took about 20 minutes to shoot load number two in me and the last few minutes were more than I thought I could take as I felt like I was more sober than I had been in days.

The cum puddled on the floor, my knees shook as Hook pulled out of my ass, “That’s what I’m talking about,” Hook sighed, “An ass that can take some dick like daddy want it, ain’t that right? You good? I know you good, you ready for some more? I got a few more loads in me, but for now let’s chill a bit and converse.” I didn’t bother to wipe my ass as I went to the bar, made us fresh drinks and refilled the plate with lines of snow, went back and joined Hook at the table as he casually wiped a trail of cum and ass juice off the table top. We chatted for a little while and my ass felt too empty, so I stood up, bent over, presented him my hole and said, “Let me see how hard you can fuck man. If I am pleased, maybe then I’ll decide we can do business with you.” Hook laughed, coated my hole, and this time we found the alcove bed and he slam fucked me in every position he could think of as he wanted – no needed – our drug trade.

I was fucked up, and being fucked, when I noticed Lionel leaning against the wall, chewing on his upper lip and stroking his hard dick through his pants as he watched us. Hook noticed too, stopped pumping my hole, when Lionel said, “Yo, don’t stop on my account, finish what you’all got going on. Go on now.” Hook started pumping again and soon gave me another load up my sore and throbbing ass. When he pulled out I cried out a little bit, fuck that hurt, and my ass throbbed as he walked back to the table, pointed to his clothes and said, “Obey me, get your ass over here and get me dressed.” I did as he said and Lionel could not resist trying to stick his fingers up my sloppy hole anytime it came near him.

My ass was leaking and I needed more dick bad, but now Lionel and Hook were sitting and discussing business and ignoring me, so being frustrated I wiped the plate clean of drugs and left; found the first man of Lionel’s crew I could, took him into a bathroom and let him fuck my ass raw and deep. His dick was bumpy and totally infected, and I wanted it so bad and he loved giving it to me. When we were done and I had another load in my ass, I left and went over to the STOCKYARD, the public area of the Breeders Market that was the pump and dump section. It was a Wednesday, typically the slowest day of the week, but the STOCKYARD was open and offering $10 fucks as a way to generate more business for the weekend and train some of the new Mares. I found my head Stable Master, had him move the Mare from the one of the stalls up front, he found me a hood as I did not want to be recognized, chained me into the stall, and I waited for my first client as I was still horny as hell, my ass was full of cum, and I needed dick. Besides, what better way to understand the business than to work every step of the process. The STOCKYARD was louder than I expected, as I heard a Stable Master talk about a Mare whose hole would not close, another who constantly whimpered and whined and then Mares to my left who were chatty and verbal as I guessed their tops liked it.

I was edgy and horny but soon had a nice dick in my ass and I focused on how great it felt having my hole worked. Several loads later I was yanked back to reality when Lionel found me, yanked the hood of my head and started yelling, “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING? I THOUGHT SOMETHING HAD HAPPENED TO YOU! This is MY HOUSE, you know fucking better. I was worried Uncle Jack had found your ass. God damn fuck!!!” The Stable Master unhooked me from the stall, I stood up, walked over to Lionel who was almost shaking with anger, leaned against his body and said, “Please kiss me.” Lionel paused, let out a big sigh, snapped his collar around my neck and led me back to his suite of rooms. The rest of day 3 at the Breeders Market was spent making love with Lionel. All appointments were cancelled, all business postponed, all calls sent to voicemail, and all knocks at the door ignored. My only job was to please Lionel – my Soulja Lover.

Stay tuned for Day 4: Richmond Leather Daddies

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Breeder’s Market Day 4: Richmond Leather Daddies – Cum load number three was dripping out of my hole as D, the guy who managed our warehouse operations, told the next guy in line to get it hard and stick it in or move the fuck out of the way. My line of sight was somewhat hindered as Lionel had me collared and chained and the end of the chain was now looped through a big eye-hook in the side of the garage wall. Lionel laughed as he had left me there saying he was not taking any chances of me wandering off again. Through the frost on the windows, I could see Lionel standing outside in the large parking lot behind COVENANT waiting for the Richmond guys to arrive. While we waited, D had shown up with several of the young guys who worked with him in the garage and he decided what Lionel did not know, did not hurt him, so he immediately had pulled my pants down and let his boys start their cum train. While they waited their turn, his boys were smoking some intense drugs, and the smoke hung low in the cold air of the garage making waves of hazy white dance around us. Even though the garage section we were in was not fully heated, I was sweating from the mixture of the drugs Lionel had shot me up with and the physical fuck down I was taking. Lionel usually liked me to snort lines, but this morning he had given me a new mixture he said would keep me steady and high for a long time and I eagerly submitted to the needle. As load number four was coating my guts, we all turned and looked out the window as a large semi-tractor trailer barreled into the parking lot far faster than seemed reasonable, creating a tornado of snow flurries in its wake. D yelled at his boys, “Get the fuck out there NOW! Line up.” As his boys all tucked their dicks back in their overalls and put out their smokes and one-by-one ran out into the biting cold, D stepped up behind me, slapped my ass good an hard and said, “This was between us, right? Mr. Lionel don’t need to know a thing understand?” I turned to D, smiled, and said, “You know I like you fucking me, and this week at the Breeder’s Market is about keeping my ass full of dick and cum. Don’t forget, I want some more alone time with you, but maybe we can set up something special for your boys. I think a couple of them felt left out.” D laughed, made sure my pants were fastened and using a dirty, grease covered rag he wiped up the evidence puddled around my feet before he winked and went out to stand beside Lionel.

I was left alone, chained to the wall, my ass full of cum, as I watched the semi make a large circle of the lot before coming to a stop. It was hard to see any more through the frost, so I waited and listened, but could only hear the deep rumble of the truck’s engine as the cold now began to seep into me and I started to shiver. A few minutes later Lionel walked in, bent over, gave me a hard long kiss and said, “You know who these guys are. You know how important today is. We need Richmond because they could be problem with us getting what our drugs out of the port in Norfolk, so I don’t give a fuck shit what you do, how you do it, just get them on board, alright?” I shook my head, my shivering increasing as Lionel led me outside. Our guys from the garage were lined up in a row like a formal escort with D standing a few steps in front. Lionel walked me to a spot in front of D and we were now on the right side of the semi, giving me my first good look at it. The semi was a Peterbilt, with a deep red cab that had one of those custom, extra big full walk-in sleepers attached. The only other color on the cab was the orange running lights. The trailer of the semi was totally painted in a patriotic theme. Eagles, flags, military men, you name it, the trailer was a rolling ode to God Bless America or something. I was really shivering now and soon the door on the passenger’s side of the rig opened and this white guy all in black leather climbed down and stood looking at us.

He was about 6’2, looked to be about 40 or so, had a mustache and black/silver Mohawk running down the middle of his head. His nose had a thick ring in it and he was casually holding a cigar between his teeth as he crossed his arms and looked at us. A moment later another man walked around the front of the rig, who was almost a mirror match to the first one. Same Mohawk, same nose ring, same cigar, but he was about 3 inches taller and his leather jacket had several bands of red around the upper arms that matched the color of the semi. They exchanged a quick word, then the second guy came up and held his hand out to Lionel.

‘Well hot damn man, looks like you trotted out the grungy and the grimey parade,” he said in between puffs on his cigar. “Appreciate the kindness, yes I do. I’d have been here earlier but traffic on I-95 was shit as always. How about you and I share a word while my boy here gives your boy the tour? Shall we?” Lionel handed my chain to the leather guy’s extended hand who passed it off to the first guy who had gotten out of the truck. As I was led to the rig’s cab, I turned to see Lionel and the taller guy walk into the garage, followed by D and his boys. “So, what’s your name,” I asked the guy as we approached the cab. He stopped, turned, took the cigar out of his mouth and blew the smoke in my face as he said, “Sir. You will address me as Sir. Him, you will address as Master. There are rules. You will follow them, as do I. I was instructed to show you our little home away from home, so we will begin with the cab.” Sir opened the passenger door and motioned for me to climb up. He climbed up behind me, making me step into the space between the seats that led into the sleeper section. Sir closed the door, put his cigar in the ashtray, and I was hit by the overwhelming smell of all the cigars that had been smoked in the cab. While the interior was shiny, black leather with stripes of red, all I could smell was their cigars. The rig looked liked others I had seen, but then Sir pushed me through the curtain into the sleeper section where I was surprised to see a good size bed, small kitchenette area, and a large mirrored door.

“Drop your pants. I need to inspect you,” Sir said. I turned to ask what the fuck, but shrugged, dropped my pants, turned and bent over. The cold of his nose ring and mustache surprised me as he shoved his face into my cum filled hole and began sucking hard to reach the cum. He was moaning, groaning, and oinking like a pig in slop before he stood up, turned me around and started kissing me, coating my lips and face with the loads he had licked out of my ass and feeding me what he had licked out. After a few minutes of nasty kissing, Sir released me, looked down at my dick and balls, shook his head, opened one of the cabinets hanging over the bed and pulled out something I had never seen before. He clamped my balls and dick into a small bunch and then put a little cage around them that snapped tight around the base of my balls and was secured in place with a small bronze padlock. Sir nodded to himself, “Time to get the rest of you ready.” I got dressed, we climbed back out of the cab, and walked to the side of the trailer. Sir opened a small panel on the side and a door opened on the side of the trailer and a set of stairs swung out from underneath, the hydraulic whirr barely heard above the rumble of the rig, which was still running. I climbed up the stairs and stepped into a small, empty area painted in solid black. Sir stepped in behind me, closed the door and a black light came on. He then opened a door in the wall and I walked through into a dungeon on wheels. The inside was painted black, one large, red stripe running around the room about waist high. The walls were covered with various shelves, boards, and filled with all sorts of S&M and B&D stuff. In the corner was a metal toilet like you see in prison with a large silver coiled hose hanging on the wall beside it. What made me really pause was the large metal table in the middle of the room that looked like something from a butcher shop.

“On behalf of Master, welcome to our home-away-from home,” Sir said as he lit another cigar. He closed the door and walked towards the back turning on more lights that showed a leather couch, TV, chains hanging from the ceiling, and at the back, a large door. Sir motioned me forward, he opened the door, and in the back part of he trailer were two of the largest and most tricked out Harley Davidson motorcycles I had ever seen. “We have a lift at the back and when the weather is good, Master likes to ride,” Sir said as he looked at the bikes with a deep yearning. Man these folks had some cash that’s for sure. He closed the door, we walked back by the couch, he had me sit as he opened up a drawer in the end of the coffee table and began laying out an assortment of needles, drugs, cigars, and paraphernalia. “Master has said you should have your choice of anything you wish. I do not agree, but it is not my place – yet. So please, what would you like,” Sir said as he continued to lay out a buffet of drugs. “I just want to please you – and him – so you choose,” I said in deference, making Sir smile, “I am not exactly sure what you want, and frankly this damn thing around my nuts is fucking uncomfortable, so you decide what the best shit to fuck me up and let me please you the way you want.” Sir smiled wider now, nodded, and began to lay out a line of almost clear crystals that he inspected like a jeweler would the best diamonds, before he ground them up and created a number of lines on a mirror set in a black frame that had a small, metal straw on the side. He handed me the mirror and the straw and watched as I cleared it off. FUCK THAT SHIT BURNED! My eyes watered, my nose ran, I coughed and had to catch my breath. I had snorted some good stuff this week, but that was way better than anything we had. Once I could see straight I looked at him, laughed, set the mirror down, stood up, and got totally naked.

As I sat back down on the leather couch, the chastity cage reminding me I was up for something new, Sir stood up and began to remove his leathers. I watched him methodically and slowly take of his leather jacket, pants, boots, and realized then how fucking hot it seemed in the trailer. Maybe it was just me and the drugs. When Sir was done he stood in front of me for inspection. He was thickly built and his broad chest was covered with a silver and black mat of hair, like his mowhawk. Both nipples had large rings through them, he had a large belly ring, shiny metal arm bands around each bicep, and then his 8-inch dick was a collection all its own. His dick had a huge, thick PA through the head, his bull balls were low and stretched due to several metal rings pushing them down, and his balls had several smaller rings piercing the front of the sack. I reached out to touch his dick and he slapped my hand away, but his dick jumped, so I tried again and after several times of being slapped away his dick was engorged, throbbing, and almost purple looking in the light of the trailer. “Do you know what a Bruder is?” Sir asked as he now puffed on a cigar. “Bruder means brother in German, but for us, it is more. It is a bond, a loyalty, a way of life, and all that Master does is guided by his belief in the Bruder way. I can see by the large biohazard tat on your back and the tats on your arm, that you understand something of such a relationship?” Flashes of Deacon overwhlemed my mind and in that moment he felt close and I closed my eyes relishing the pulse of his being through the bond we shared. Sir said, “Christ, what the fuck?” and as I opened my eyes the tats on my arms seemed to be glowing slightly. I chuckled, they always did that when my bond with Deacon pulsed, and I just shook my head and said, “Special ink man. Crazy stuff they can do these days. How about some more of that crystal.”

I was so horned from the drugs and when Sir asked me to follow him towards the play area I practically floated. “Bend over the table,” Sir said as even with the heat I shivered as my chest laid flat onto the cold steel table. He walked up behind me and without any foreplay, shoved his pierced dick into my ass, his PA scraping my guts as each inch went inside me. I raised up and was pushed back down as Sir began fucking my hole. I could feel the vibration of the truck running through the steel table as Sir fucked me and mumbled for him to fuck me harder and deeper. The drugs made his 8-inch dick feel bigger than it was, or maybe it was the ring and the feel of his pierced bull balls slapping my hole with each thrust, either way I was enjoying the Bruder fuck down. “YOU WANT MY CUM! TELL ME YOU WANT THAT CUM, TELL ME…TELL…” Sir screamed as loud as he could as he blew his load inside me. I did not feel it at all, but he seemed to enjoy it, so I stayed where I was until he finished and even after he pulled out. He then shoved his face back into my hole and ate the load out he just gave me. Sir then walked away and when he came back he wiped my ass dry with a towel, then I felt an odd sensation. “Stay where you are. Master only fucks a smooth hole,” Sir said as he used clippers to shave the hair off my ass and from around my hole. He then used a razor and some lotion to make my hole completely smooth, and when he was satisfied he let me back up and we went back to the couch where I cleaned the mirror again of another round of pure crystal lines.

I had closed my eyes and was wiping my nose feeling the rush of the high when I heard Master’s voice, “Is he ready?” I looked up and Master was standing over me. I did not hear him come in, but he was already undressed. Master had large leather cuffs on each wrist and large leather bands on each bicep that had a stripe of red on them. His nipples were pierced with metal bars, he wore a leather harness, and black shorts that had a hole for his dick. I was impressed with his dick as it looked almost as big as Charles, the leather man who had trained me so well before, clearly over 10 inches and thick, but it looked scarred and rough like it had been through a meat grinder or was some sort of Frankenstein dick. Master also had a PA in his dick head and as I reached out to touch it, Sir slapped my hand away. I looked up into Master’s face, eager and dick hungry, my ass needing to be fucked. The last thing I noticed was his tall black boots with red socks peeking out of the top. As if he could tell what I was thinking Master said, “The commitment you are asking for goes beyond anything we have been willing to do in business before. I must know I can trust you. I must see you exposed, raw, violated. Your man is not too happy right now. I am afraid I had to put him in his place. I do not deal with anyone who is not fully in charge, and I know that is you. So he is outside pacing and nursing a bloody nose as he got a little – shall we say – out of line when I explained you and I had some private negotiations scheduled.”

Master rubbed his knuckles and smiled, I smiled back, grabbed the mirror, snorted a few more lines, stood up, bent over the couch, and offered him my now hairless ass. I felt two large fingers work inside my hole and then the familiar burn and sting of a booty bump followed by Sir’s dick fucking me again. Sir fucked me for a minute, stepped back, then I felt something different, strange, inhuman. I turned and saw Sir was now working to shove a black dildo into my ass, one that was slightly bigger than his dick. I let him do what he wanted as long as my ass got used.

After several minutes Sir pulled the dildo out, I felt another booty bump, then Master’s shadow was over me as his finger followed the outline of the biohazard tat on my back. “I only fuck extreme,” he said in a calm and firm voice. “I WILL violate you. I WILL use you. I WILL hurt you, you WILL expose all to me.” “Just fuck me, please,” I begged and started to scream as Master slammed inside of me and started to tear my ass up. Master drove my body against the couch and did not let up even as I tried to adjust my position. The man was strong, and he was true to his word as he fucked me rough, hard, and extreme and in my fucked up state it was like every stroke felt like ten, his dick felt gigantic, and every sensation was amplified. I wanted more. Master was very verbal, but I don’t really remember what he said as I was too fucked up. After a while I was pulled off the couch and dragged back to the steel table. Master and Sir physically lifted me up and set me on the table, my skin catching and pulling as Master pulled my ass to the edge of the table and shoved his dick back into my ass. My ass was hanging off the end, but Master was holding me up, fucking me deep, stretching my ass wider with every thrust.

The cum squirting from Master’s dick punched my walls like little fists as his sweat dripped off his face and chest slicking up my dick that was straining and confined in its little cage. When he was done, Master pulled out and Sir plunged back in. WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT! WAS HE FISTING ME? I strained to sit up, but Master held me down as Sir fucked me with what I soon realized was a dick-extension strap-on as Master held up several others to the side as he chose one that he strapped on over his now hardening dick. While Sir fucked me with his dick extension, I turned my head to see Master open a small fridge, pull out several vials, and fill a series of needles. He walked over to me, patted my forehead and said, “While my boy and I will do our best to infect you with everything we have, and trust me that is more than most anyone could handle, I was sent a message from a trusted source that you are very special and can manage much more. I have collected several important specimens of a unique and infectious nature that I will give you now. So just lay back, and enjoy.” I then lay on the steel table, my eyes watching Master inject my right arm with who knows what, while Sir continued to try to gape my ass. When Master was done he gently bent down and licked at the drops of blood on my arm until there were none, wiped the spot dry, then placed a bandage over the injection site with a well-practiced hand. The moment passed as Master and Sir took turns fucking me with and without their strap-ons. I was fed cum, piss, and spit, spanked, paddled, nipples tortured, and fed one line after another of the best crystal ever! Only Master was verbal, Sir barely said a word, but as I high I was none of what they said registered and it all became a haze of bodily fluids.

When my head began to clear I was sitting back on the couch and Sir was injecting something into my arm. One minute my world was fuzzy, the next I did not feel sober, but I did feel clear headed and focused. Master knelt before me, lifted my chin with his left hand, blew his cigar smoke in my face making me cough. I looked around and saw we were alone, Sir was not standing near by as Master said, “You have served me well today and have even shown my boy a thing or two, which surprises me. I had heard tales, rumors, whispers of what you are and what you have become and after seeing the Breeder’s Market and meeting you, I know it is all true and more. I will agree to work with you. I will provide a way for you to be in touch.” I smiled at Master, nodded my thanks, and said, “I have only one requirement, and you will follow it. Lionel is in charge here and you will deal with him. I want your full support of our drug trade, the Breeders Market, and more. Understand? I look forward to seeing you again and want it even more extreme, but for now, you will do as he says as he speaks for me here.” Master nodded, hung his head in his vow to agree by my request, then stood and helped me stand up.

I suddenly realized a new sense of pain and looked down and was shocked to see the glint of a shiny steel ring piercing my foreskin. I looked at Master who shrugged and said, “I thought you should have something to remember me by. A small token of our agreement?” I laughed, Sir was there with my clothes, I got dressed, and let them escort me off the trailer.

As I stepped down into the cold winter air, I was shocked to realize it was dark, and that I had been in the trailer all day. I saw Lionel pacing back and force smoking fiercely and a group of his crew standing behind him, guns out, all looking tense and ready for battle. Lionel immediately came to me, but I put my hand up, turned, thanked Master and Sir for their hospitality, ensured them I would be in touch, then calmly walked back into COVENANT with Lionel rushing to catch up to me. The roar of the Peterbilt drowned Lionel’s voice as he grabbed me by the left arm, stopped me, as his crew continued on through the garage and back inside. When we were alone Lionel looked at me, the question clear on his face. “Don’t worry my Soulja Lover,” I said, “I did as ordered, and they will now do as you order.” I then noticed how his nose looked swollen and bruised and reached out to touch it. Lionel winced, looked away in shame, but I said, “Please man, don’t be ashamed, look, they marked me too?” I pulled my pants down and showed Lionel my new foreskin piercing, and then turned around and showed him my bruised and swollen asshole, that was now hairless and smooth. Lionel laughed hard and deep and said, “God damn, you folks are some crazy weird mother fuckers!” Little did he know that the piercing and shaved ass was only the visible gifts they gave me. WHAT INFECTIOUS GIFTS DID MASTER SHOOT INTO MY ARM?

Stay tuned for Day 5: Worthless Slut?

[Elof]

Great new chapter!

[Party Cum Hole]

hot.. thanks..

[AlwaysOpen]

Hey Wht- thanks for the chapter-- saw it hit a week or so ago and meant to read it then, but my hole has been on overdrive. Got to shoot this off- have an on call BJ service call to go out on in a little bit