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

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Breeders Market - Day 5: Worthless Slut? – My throat hurt from the mix of pipe smoke and choke fucking and my mind began to drift to the day before. I had crashed soon after the Richmond Leather Daddies had left as they had used me hard. Lionel woke me up about 1:30 a.m. by shoving his hard dick into my hole, and as he slow fucked me he told me that he had three guys for me to serve and they would be here in a little while, so it was time to wake up and get ready. Lionel liked the sensation of my newly shaved ass and chuckled as he said, “Feels like a pussy after a bikini wax. I think I like you as a naked beaver.” My dick was pretty tender from my new ‘hood ornament’, the foreskin piercing the Richmond Daddies had given me, so I asked Lionel if I could get on my back. With me on my back, Lionel got deep and angled up into my guts just how he liked it and soon bred me with a big thick load. “I told you what would happen every night you are here,” Lionel said as he raised himself a little off me while still milking his cum into my ass, “You will serve my boys and the night is not over and I don’t care how much you got used earlier. These boys are important to our business and I promised them an extra freaky time. They’re my special-ops team. They handle things that need to be kept on the way down low, or that require a special touch of force, finesse, or downright violence and breaking the law. Because of what they do I don’t want you to see their faces, so will leave you set up and blindfolded.” Lionel pulled his dripping dick out of my ass, leaving a little trail of cum on the sheet as he backed off the bed. I rolled off the bed, grabbed the plate sitting on the night stand, and snorted several lines of the crystal the Richmond Daddies had left. Fuck that burned! But this shit was good, and my body started to respond and wake up and my dick jumped a little thinking of the fun to come. I walked out into the living room to find Lionel filling up a large plate with white lines for me, he turned on some straight porn on the big screen TV, turned on some music, set out a bunch of liquor bottles, cartons of Newport 100s, and an assortment of other drugs. I sat on a bar stool and sniffed a couple more lines as I watched him get things ready. Lionel disappeared into the bedroom and returned with his leather duffel bag, which he opened and then began laying out an assortment of gear.

“Here, do several more lines, they will be here in a minute,” Lionel said as he pushed the plate in my direction. My eyes watered and I was feeling wicked horny already. Lionel then stepped up to me, held my chin in his hand as he wiped my nose with the other. He then grabbed a neoprene hood off the bar and said, “You will wear this, OK? It has a mouth and nose hole, but like I said, you can’t be able to ID these dudes. They are bad ass mother-fuckas and while they are loyal, they have no problem getting rid of anyone they see as a problem down the road. Got me?” I shook my head, Lionel put the hood on me then said, “Aiight, now stand up, turn and bend over the bar stool with your ass sticking up. That’s it, offer me that hole.” Lionel adjusted the stool’s height a little and my body so that my chest was on the stool seat. He then took a set of large leather cuffs and cuffed my wrists together and to the bar stool legs at the front, and then repeated the process with my ankles at the back. My ass was set on fire as Lionel shoved a couple fingers into my cum filled hole and coated it with crystal meth. He pulled his fingers out then let me lick them off, savoring the taste of my ass and drugs. There was a loud pounding on the front door, I heard Lionel walk away, the sound of muffled voices wound their way to through the rooms to me and then it got quiet. I heard the sound of foot steps close by and turned my hood covered head to try to hear better. SLAP! SLAP! I cried out as my ass was spanked hard by a big unseen hand and then a couple men began to laugh. “Fucking look at that,” one of them said, “Got us a God damned pig all trussed up.” While one of them continued beating on my ass I could hear the other guy pull a stool up in front of me, and the sound of him setting a bag on the bar. The ass beating continued as two hands rubbed my head, fingers slid under the back of the hood, and the hood was pulled off. I blinked as my eyes adjusted and the guy standing in front of me was looking at me with a toothy smile, a pockmarked face, glassy eyes, and a bit of dried spit on the corners of his mouth where his mustache ended. He continued smiling as he reached behind his back and pulled his gun out of his waistband, waved it in front of my face, then set it on the bar with a clang. The beating on my ass stopped, the second guy stepped into my field of vision, and he too was smiling. “Well well, nothing like a fucked up Tina slut is there now? Huh?” he said as I looked him over. Where the first guy looked run down, scruffy, and like he had just come off the streets, the second guy had on a crisp blue shirt, a couple gold chains around his neck, black pants and dress shoes like he had just come from a fancy night out.

“Fucked up worthless Tina slut, that’s all you is,” the first guy said as he laughed and began setting out a line of syringes, vials, lighters, spoons and other drug shit on the bar. The guy in the dress clothes was unzipping his pants as he said, “Yeah I know Lionel wanted this to be all anonymous and shit, but we decided you need to see who’s dickin you,” and as he pulled his gun out tapped the barrel against my forehead he continued, “and what Lionel does not know won’t hurt him now will it? Don’t worry. He won’t be coming back. We got you to ourselves until we are good and done and we go get him, so no interruptions, we can do anything we want. What do you think about that?” I opened to mouth and started to reply when he slapped my face and said, “SHHHH…..the only thing a slut needs to be saying is begging for this dick right here. Understand? But frankly, we don’t plan on leaving your mouth empty, now do we.” His partner in crime laughed as the guy in the dress pants pulled out one of the biggest dicks I had seen in a long time. Extremely long, thick, and already dripping precum. As he stroked it a few times, I felt a third guy step up behind me, slapped my ass a couple times, he then used his big hands to spread my cheeks apart and then began to push his stubby dick through my ring, nice and raw. His dick was not very long, but kind of thick and blunt, so I grunted a little and focused on the monster in front of me and stared in awe and wonder as he teased me, keeping his dick just out of reach. The guy fucking me grunted, paused as he unloaded up my ass, pulled his dick out, and walked away. “Ha – looks like old Mr. G has just gave you all he got. Don’t worry, I got enough to make up for him.” As the dressed up guy walked behind me he said to the guy at the bar, “You better stick that hood in his mouth.” I was trying to think why they would do that now when the guy behind me rammed his dick into my ass, the only lube being Lionel’s and Mr. G’s cum. I screamed into the hood, my eyes watered, my legs and arms tensed and pulled against the cuffs binding me to the barstool.

“That’s it you fucking worthless slut. Open that hole for big Mel,” he said as he fucked me rough and hard. “I got a whole lot of cum that needs to be milked out of these balls, now open that fucking hole!” He grunted as he slammed as deep as he could, his buddy laughed, and as Mel fucked he said, “Get your shit going Junior. You need to be breaking that neck.” I looked up and watched Junior, his hands shaking, as he picked up a large glass pipe that that was all brown and scorched. His whole arm shook as he held the pipe to his lips and used a lighter with a big, tall flame to heat up the end. I watched as he inhaled the trail of thick white smoke, held it deep, then he turned, pulled the hood out of my mouth, and Mel said, “Suck in what he’s giving you.” Junior put his mouth over mine, and exhaled the acrid smoke into me. I tried to breathe it in, but coughed, gagged, and choked as the smoke burned my throat and nose and they both laughed. I watched Junior take several more big hits, and his hand and arm shook less and less. Each hit he exhaled into my mouth, while Mel continued to fuck me and call me a worthless Tina slut. I got so hard watching Junior hit his pipe! Junior set the still hot pipe down onto the bar, stood up, pulled his t-shirt off over his head, pulled his pants off, and I got my first look at his body. Junior was deathly skinny, his ribs clearly showing, his skin was tatted, but looked thin and almost gray. The only meat on his body was his dick, which was long, heavy, and hanging low. He opened my mouth, began feeding me his dick with his left hand while with his right hand he massaged my throat, trying to get it to relax. “Break that neck Junior, you know how I like to hear sluts gagging and choking,” Mel said as he continued to bareback me deep and hard. My ass was more open now, so he stopped, eased his dick part way out, rubbed a crystal coated finger around just inside my hole, then started pile driving again. Fuck I was high!

Once Junior had about half of his dick in my mouth he then used both hands to begin tilting my head at various angles as his hardening dick pushed back into my throat. He was like an explorer in a cave, methodically finding the best route to take, and by tilting my head a little to the left and up he found he could start sliding down my throat as I gagged, choked, and began to fight. “That’s it Junior, break that neck wide open. This slut wants it good, a rough hood fuck, spit on him Junior, make him your slut, that’s it, worthless slut for this big dick. Push that ass out! Push it out! Push it out for me!” I obeyed and pushed my hips up and out as much as I could so Mel could thrust deep. In the meantime, Junior had paused, I took a big deep breath through my nose, then Junior plunged down my throat, blocking my airways totally off. My stomach churned, I started to gag, choke, spit and gut juice ran out of my mouth and around the edges of Junior’s dick. He just held his dick in place, keep my head firmly grasped between his hands so I could not move and my body began to panic as it fought to breathe. “GOD DAMN YEAH JUNIOR, CHOKE HIM OUT, BREAK HIS NECK, FUCKING WORTHLESS SLUT!!” I came to gasping for breath, trying to get my bearings as I could hear Mel say, “Shit that’s some good hole. Shot a big fucking nutt up in that ass. Whew.” He then yanked his dick out of my ass, walked around and stuck his softening dick into my mouth for me to clean off. My pig instincts kicked in and I licked his dick clean. When he was satisfied, Mel pulled his dick out of my mouth and walked behind the bar to make himself a drink. Junior was sitting back on his stool, setting up his pipe. He looked at me, winked, nodded, and went back to his work. Fuck, what the hell had happened? These boys played rough. I smiled as I looked over at Junior’s still hard dick. He caught me looking and said, “You like that?” I smiled and nodded yes. It was sort of scary but hot at the same time to be made to pass out from getting throat fucked like that. Junior picked up his pipe, and took several long hits, sharing his smoke with me, before setting it down and choking me again on his dick. Junior then pulled out of my throat and drove balls deep in my ass in one jump. Mel had left my hole gaping, so Junior busted in deep and hard and hard, he drove his fingernails into my sides, clenched his hands, and slam fucked me, pulling me back on the stool to meet his thrusts. Junior had stamina and fucked a long time before he finally cummed up my ass. My intense high was starting to wear off, and the pain started to radiate out of my ass. Mel was sitting at the bar, his dick semi-hard, and I started to beg to be fucked again. Mel laughed as he dumped the contents of small pouch onto the wrapper of a cigar and said, “Trust. I am going to dig you out, and this shit right here – this shit is going to fuck you up.”

Mel was now totally naked, his hard abs rippling with every breath, his solid chest and muscled arms were evenly matched by his big thighs and muscled legs. Damn he was hot and that dick – even partially soft it was impressive and my torn hole winked and twitched wanting it back inside me. “Junior’s gone to crash with Mr G, so I hope he gave you a good nutt,” Mel said as he licked the cigar paper making a big, fat blunt. I was mesmerized as Mel leaned back, brought the blunt to his lips, lit it, and inhaled deep. I breathed deep, loving the smell of the cigar paper, and whatever it was he was smoking and I craved it, needed it, wanted him to share. Mel smirked as he leaned towards me and I anxiously opened my mouth for his smoke like a baby bird begging for worms from its mother. After a couple deep hits on the blunt, Mel seemed to start to space out, so I asked, “May I have some? Can I hit it?” Mel looked at me, his glass eyes taking a minute to focus before he smiled and said, “Fucking slut, yeah hit this good, because then you know what? I’m going to tear that hole up!” Mel leaned forward, held the blunt between my waiting lips, I then took a hit, inhaling the toxic smoke deep into my lungs and holding it. I shut my eyes as I felt like I was suddenly being stung by 1,000 bees. Mel Laughed, leaned in and placed his mouth over mine as I exhaled my hit and he shared it.

I first I thought, what’s the big deal. I don’t feel a thing, but then like a wave riding the incoming tide it hit me. Mel laughed and my eyes saw him speak, but I did not hear him in mind for a few seconds, “You fucked up aren’t you?” I could only shake my head yes, I was suddenly too high to form even a word and wondered how he could. Next thing I knew Mel was back behind me and was rubbing his dick against my hole. “You want my dick? Want to get fucked you worthless slut?” Mel’s voice said, so far away, and distant, and I tried to respond but my mind was all crossed and the bees were stinging me even harder. Mel laughed and then I felt him slam his dick into my ass. The pain was intense, wild, and shot throughout my body, but at the same time it felt so fucking good. My heart began pounding in my head and I was lost, swirling in the cloud of smoke, fucked up, high, and being fucked down. I opened my eyes and could see a pair of Lionel’s sneakers on the floor, the red Nikes giving me a link back to reality and I knew for a brief second yes, I was at Covenant in Lionel’s apartment getting fucked. There was another wave of intense pain and I think I tried to cry out, and for a brief second thought maybe I should make Mel stop, but then no, did not want to, wanted more, deeper, harder, I wanted it to hurt. I wanted to be a slut. I wanted that nasty huge dick to tear my ass up. One second I could focus on Mel’s dick up my ass, but then the next my mind suddenly wanted to play spelling bee and I started repeating names of girls I grew up with in alphabetical order, Amy, Bethany, Cathy, D….hmmm… who was D….. then my mind would slip back to the raw, black dick up my ass.

Suddenly the sensation in my ass changed, I asked my self, “Is he fucking me with a 2x4 board with nails on the end?” Oh well, did not matter, I just kept pushing my ass back, needing more in my hole. My eyes were closed and I was lost and floating but then realized Mel was standing in front of me, his dripping dick in my face as he slapped me hard. I looked up, my eyes focusing, my mind still floating as Mel’s faraway voice said, “You’re bleeding.” Mel then rubbed his dick around my face until my natural pig reaction took over and I opened my mouth to suck and lick him clean. I then realized Mel was gone. My heartbeat was now in my ass as well as my head, where did they go? I wanted more! Warm hands held my head and Lionel’s voice broke through the fog, “Damn, what the fuck, they painted your face and ass with red red, and even wrote SLUT on your ass. Let’s get you cleaned up and use some of Dr. Mike’s salve to fix your ass back up, but first I want to dip my stick in that sloppy hole and feel it all hot and wet.” I mumbled and grunted as Lionel slammed his dick up in my shredded hole and relished the mix of pain and pleasure.

The beating of Lionel’s heart was the only sound I could hear now. Yes, I realized we were now alone, in his bed, my head resting on his chest as his left arm held me close to his naked body. I ran my fingers over the SOULJA LOVER tattoo on his muscled torso and knew I had his hot cum in my guts. The soothing healing of Dr. Mike’s salve was working its wonders on my ass, fixing all the damage Mel had done as his words rang in my ear, “You worthless slut.”

Stay tuned for Day 5: Worthless Slut? Part 2

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Breeders Market - Day 5: Worthless Slut? Part 2 – The beating of Lionel’s heart was the only sound I could hear now. Yes, I realized we were now alone, in his bed, my head resting on his chest as his left arm held me close to his naked body. I ran my fingers over the SOULJA LOVER tattoo on his muscled torso and knew I had his hot cum in my guts. The soothing healing of Dr. Mike’s salve was working its wonders on my ass, fixing all the damage Mel had done as his words rang in my ear, “You worthless slut.” I laid my hand on Lionel’s torso feeling the warmth of his body, the even rhythm of his breathing. Yeah I was a slut, and proud of it, but a slut with purpose. I was a Prince du Sange, a Prince of the Blood. Deacon was my King and COVENANT was my kingdom, and my blood was our warrior’s weapon through which we brought death and destruction. Speaking of destruction, my ass was ready for some more action, so I pulled the sheet back exposing Lionel’s ever-hard weapon of destruction, straddled his body, and eased myself down his throbbing raw dick, using him for my pleasure until his cum was dripping out of my hole and making our bodies sticky.

After Lionel came, he said, “Damn, you sure know how to wake a man up! You just don’t know how fucking hot it made me to see you tied down and all bloodied up after my boys were done with you. You fucking slut, taking my fucking nutt, taking all my babies!” I just laughed, and said, “SHHHH,” as I turned around and offered him my cum filled hole to eat out, then when he was done I eagerly kissed him to taste the funk. It was Thursday at COVENANT in Southeast DC and day 5 of my time back with Lionel and his crew. I had used so much drugs and taken so much dick and cum it was a wonder I could still stand. Speaking of drugs, time to hit that good crystal from Richmond so I asked Lionel to fix me up and get the day started right and several lines later I was ready to go. Lionel snapped his blinged out collar around my neck and I gave him a sideways look as if to say, “Really? Is this still necessary?” Lionel took the cigarette out of his mouth, gave me a stern look and said as he tapped chest, “I know I’m already inside you physically as my dick ensured that the first day I fucked you in the library when I marked you as mine, but this here, this is putting me inside you there. Every day you will be thinking about me and missing me, and wishing you was back here, in this collar, being my bitch slut. Now come on, enough chatting, we got work to do.”

It was a holiday weekend, so we expected a big crowd for tonight and the rest of the weekend and as we walked through COVENANT everyone was busy stocking the bars, stocking up on drugs, cleaning things down, and getting ready. We checked in on the Mares in their dorm and some were working out, some were just reading or watching TV, while others were busy man scaping. Next we visited the Stable Masters, most of whom were walking around naked, cocks half hard with that good morning wood, strutting to see who was the top dog. Lionel took me to the side, pulled a bag of powder out and said, “Hit this. Hard. I got something in mind.” So I took the straw he offered and felt the burn and high course through my body. Lionel’s voice boomed through the dorm, “Get your fucking asses out here NOW!” The Stable Masters quickly scrambled out of their rooms and from wherever they were at and lined up like they were called to arms. They were all handsome specimens of varying ages and well hung as part of the sales pitch in the STOCKYARD was them in their tight white pants showing bulge and precum wet spots. “I know you are still getting used to your new life and the rules here, like no fucking the Mares until their shift is done at the end of the night. Well today I got something special for you.” Lionel yanked my chain, drawing me close to him. He then let it drop as he reached down, unbuttoned my jeans, and pulled them down and positioned me bent over a chair. “You all know who he is,” Lionel continued as he yanked the chain attached to my collar, “and I know he let everyone one of you fuck him as part of the interview process. Cause you know why? It ain’t because you’all are special, big dicked boys are a dime a dozen. It’s because he’s a worthless slut, true one we must respect because he’s the boss, but a sluts a slut. He said he wanted to spend more time with you, well here it is. If you ain’t naked, get naked now. Form a line. You got 60 seconds to get your dicks hard starting now. One by one you got 60 seconds to shoot your nutt up his white slut hole. Bang and bounce boys – starting NOW!”

What the fuck? Lionel slapped my ass, told the first Stable Master, “Got my cum up there for lube so slam it and get to business,” as I felt the first big dick drive in and fuck for all he was worth. 60 seconds is not much time, but as Lionel started counting down, “10, 9, 8,..” the first guy shot, yanked out, and was immediately replaced with Stable Master number 2. I grunted as the chair pushed forward a little on the carpet, and my ass was raw fucked and coated with more cum as Lionel’s voice boomed, “NEXT!”, and then dick number 3. Thank God Lionel had me hit more Tina before we started, so after the initial shock I leveraged myself against the chair, and pushed back to expose my hole wide and open for every dick. About 15 minutes later Lionel laughed and smacked one of them as he said, “Get the fuck back there. You already got yours you creeper. So we done? Alright. You know this is a big weekend, get the fuck back to doing whatever shit you were and be ready.” Lionel yanked my chain and dragged me into the hall, my pants still down around my ankles and my ass and guts sloshing with cum. His armed escort was waiting for us and Lionel shrugged and said, “What the hell, you want a go?” They both mumbled yes and I was soon pushed against the wall as the two guards topped me off. I pulled my pants up, Lionel took me to the closest private room, made his guards stand outside and as soon as the door was closed Lionel wrapped the chain around his fist pulling me close and said in barely a whisper, “What do you want?” It felt like the room was collapsing on top me of, all my emotions so intense and mixed up, I barely stammered, “Rape me with their cum.” Lionel snarled, tore my jeans off me and mounted me hard and deep right there on the floor, yanking the chain to my collar with his right hand as his left arm circled around my neck. Lionel then flipped me on my back, my legs up wide. Lionel was on top of me with his heart beating through both our chests, matching time to mine, his sweat coating me as he cupped his hands under each of my ass cheeks pulling my hole apart so he could dig up in me as he angled his legs wide for leverage to go extra deep.

Several minutes later Lionel was laying on his back, breathing hard, a big smile on his face, with me laying beside him on the floor, half resting on his chest. I tapped his chest said, “Now I am in you too,” as I smiled. We were walking back to Lionel’s office when one of his crew came running up and said, “Boss, you better get down back.” The armed guards took lead, Lionel and I followed, down to the back loading bay at the back of the warehouse. D, the warehouse operations/garage manager was yelling at some kid, pacing in anger back and forth like a lion before the kill, while two of his guys held the struggling kid tight. Suddenly one of the guys lost his grip and the kid took a swing at D. His fist was wide of the mark, but D growled, and raised his right fist to take the kid out. “DON’T, take it easy man,” Lionel’s voice said, cutting through the confusion. It took D second to drop his fist once he saw us, his neck muscles still straining as the kid fought to get away.

Stay tuned for Day 5: Worthless Slut? Part 3 – A New Slut is Born and Bred

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Breeders Market - Day 5: Worthless Slut? Part 3 – A New Slut is Born and Bred

“Rape me with their cum.” Lionel snarled, tore my jeans off me and mounted me hard and deep right there on the floor, yanking the chain to my collar with his right hand as his left arm circled around my neck. Lionel then flipped me on my back, my legs up wide. Lionel was on top of me with his heart beating through both our chests, matching time to mine, his sweat coating me as he cupped his hands under each of my ass cheeks pulling my hole apart so he could dig up in me as he angled his legs wide for leverage to go extra deep. Several minutes later Lionel was laying on his back, breathing hard, a big smile on his face, with me laying beside him on the floor, half resting on his chest. I tapped his chest said, “Now I am in you too,” as I smiled. We were walking back to Lionel’s office when one of his crew came running up and said, “Boss, you better get down back.” The armed guards took lead, Lionel and I followed, down to the back loading bay at the back of the warehouse. D, the warehouse operations/garage manager was yelling at some Kid, pacing in anger back and forth like a lion before the kill, while two of his guys held the struggling Kid tight. Suddenly one of the guys lost his grip and the Kid took a swing at D. His fist was wide of the mark, but D growled, and raised his right fist to take the Kid out. “DON’T, take it easy man,” Lionel’s voice said, cutting through the confusion. It took D second to drop his fist once he saw us, his neck muscles still straining as the Kid fought to get away.

While I had questions, this was Lionel’s house, so I let him speak. “So man,” he said to D, “What’s all the fuss?” “Caught this little fucker here in back stealing shit. Parts for our trucks. Not the first time I’ve seen him lurking around. I had explained to him the error of his ways and suggested we had some work out in the STOCKYARD he might be good for with that sweet little ass of his. We were just about to teach him a lesson.” I looked at the Kid who had now stopped struggling and just stood there, his eyes wide, his nipples clearing showing in the cold through his t-shirt, his toes poking out of the holes in his sneakers, and his jeans looking so dirty they could stand on their own. Lionel stepped close to him and said, “What’s your name son?” At first the Kid sneered, looked Lionel up and down until Lionel took another step closer. The Kid shook a little, looked at the floor and said, “They call me the Candy Man.” D laughed and said, “Why? Because you steal Skittles and shit?” The Kid sneered as he grabbed his crotch, “No fucka, cause I got this big black slab a candy right here!” Lionel followed my eyes to the Kid’s bulge. “How old are you Kid?” he asked. “Old enough to be on my grind. I’m a straight up grimey hood, and I don’t go for no fag shit,” the Kid spat out as he started to struggle again. Lionel snarled in return and took another step closer, his whole body tensing up, and suddenly the Kid broke loose and ran out the garage door. “Take this off – now,” I said to Lionel. He cocked his head in question, looked at D, then back me, then stepped back to me, unhooked my collar and I took after the Kid. I only had a t-shirt on too and the cold January air hit me like a hammer. I got out to the street, turned left, nothing, turned right and saw him, now at a jog, but picking up his pace as soon as he turned and me.

I started running fast as I could and slowly started to gain on the Kid. He banked, ran down an alley close the Metro stop and I followed. I got to the middle of the alley and did not see him and stopped and looked around. There were fresh sneaker prints in the snow off to the right, so I slowly walked in between two warehouses. I found the Kid sitting on a loading dock, his knees up to his chest, shaking, crying. The sound of my boots on the snow made him look up and his eyes were wide and wild with fear like a wild horse about to be saddled for the first time, scared, confused, not sure what to do. My eyes met his and our gazes locked as I continued to step closer, slowly. He was breathing hard, panting cold white bursts into the winter air. I gently reached out and touched his bare arm that was covered in goose bumps, he flinched, but did not pull away.

“No one ever came after me before,” he said as his whole body relaxed, his shoulders dropped, he sighed, then leaned against my body, giving up on running, ready to be saddled and led. He was shaking hard now even though his sobs had subsided. The Kid was so skinny, no wonder he was shaking. I gripped his forearm hard and said, “I know what it is like to want to run. To be afraid. To deny who you are or what you want. Look, I don’t know, or what your story is, but I’m willing to listen – someplace warm if you don’t mind – and while you tell me we can get you warmed up, something to eat, and then if you feeling cool, we can party, drink, and have some fun. What do you say?” The Kid just shook his head, so I pulled him off the dock, gave him a big reassuring hug, and started walking back to COVENANT. I had gone a good 10 feet and the Kid still just stood there, so I turned, “You coming? I bet we got more kinds of drugs and shit than you can imagine.” He perked up at that and with his arms across his chest to fight the cold caught up to me and together we walked back to COVENANT. We entered back through the garage where D looked at me with surprise and question all over his face. I smiled and said, “This is D. I think you two maybe got off on the wrong foot. D this is Candy Man. Shake hands and welcome him to COVENANT and if you don’t mind, we are going to chill and hang out a bit, maybe in your office if you can have some hot food, liquor and some good drugs sent up and let Lionel know will you?” D just nodded as I escorted the Kid back to D’s office, which was a refuge of warmth and depravity to come.

D joined us in a minute, sat his desk, pulled out a bottle of Jim Beam and offered it to the Kid, who gladly took a long slug. For me, one of D’s crew soon showed up with a plate of Tina, some beer, and sandwiches for the Kid and some 420 for D. I cleared a few lines while D lit up his joint, shared it with the Kid, and turned on his big screen TV set to play a straight porn vid, black on white gang bang. We didn’t talk about anything in particular and the more D and the Kid smoked, the more relaxed both became and soon they seemed like old pals. We did find out the Kid was homeless, no real family, had bounced in and out of the system for years. The Kid got up to use the bathroom and while he was gone, D hauled out his big, sweaty dick and said, “Come suck on this.” I stood up, took my pants off, set my boots to the side, got in front of D and started to slurp on his dick. D was feeling rough and was pushing my head down hard onto his dick, making me gag and choke as the Kid walked back in and D said, “Don’t worry man, he likes it. He’s a good slut for black dick, ain’t you?” I could not even mumble as D continued to choke me on his cock. The Kid said, “Umm, maybe I should go. I….” D laughed, “I can tell from that bulge you got going on that the last thing you want to do is go. Just because you fuck a sweet hole does not make you a fag. When you’re horny and pussy is there, you jump up in it! Know what I mean? Now I got him held here good, so why don’t you drop some of that lube from the bottle there onto that pink hole and fuck this pussy. Let me tell you, this is some damn good pussy. Come on Candy Man, show me what you get. Let’s see if you know how to tear up a hole.” D let me off his dick to catch my breath as the Kid said, “Hmm, you got a condom or something.?” D laughed hard, and replied, “Kid, you will not find a condom anywhere around here. We are down and dirty and TRUE GRIMEY HOOD RATS here, more than you can imagine and trust me, this slut wants the cum, don’t you.” I smiled, turned to the Kid and said, “It’s the only way to take dick, raw,” and went back to sucking D’s dick.

The Kid tentatively got undressed, making D whistle and say to me, “Whoo-ee he’s a big one. You are going to enjoy this, now open that fucking throat.” I opened my throat wide, the Kid fingered my hole, and I pushed my ass back. I felt him squirt some cum on my ass, then the head of his dick against my hole, hesitating, not quite sure what to do. “Come on Kid,” D urged him, “Fuck that ass, or do you want me to show you how?” That did the trick as the Kid pushed his dick in. It was a good length and average girth and my ass clenched down on it, wanting to feel every bit of raw skin. The Kid grabbed my hips, started thrusting faster, and soon was breeding my ass with his young spunk. As he pulled out, D pushed me off his dick, got behind me and slam fucked me making me cry out. His girth was always a killer and he liked to hear me beg for his nasty dick, so I did and he soon seeded me too. We took a break, did some more drugs, and this time, D said he laced their joint with some shit, so soon the Kid was fucking high out of his mind and grabbing at D’s dick. D looked at me and said, “It’s time.” So as D guided the Kid’s head onto his dick, I got behind the Kid and worked a finger coated with Tina up his hole. It felt virgin to me and while I am not expert top by any means, the boy was super tight and his ass ring squeezed and fought and fought some more. D said, “What do you want Candy Man? Tell me? You want to suck Daddy’s dick? Huh? Yeah? Good boy. What else? Does that feel good in your ass? Fuck yeah, you acting like a real good cock slut ain’t he?” I nodded as I worked two fingers in his hole and started digging at his gut walls to prepare him for my gift. D continued, “Tell me what you want Kid? Want some dick raping that hole? Huh? You want it? You want some of that AIDs cum he’s going to give you don’t you? Huh? Tell me Kid.” D slapped his face hard and said, “TELL ME THE FUCK NOW YOU WANT YOUR ASS RAPED AND YOU WANT HIS AIDS CUM.” The Kid’s whole body was shaking and quivering and his head lolled a bit side to side, but he pulled of D’s dick to say, “FUCK ME, RAPE ME, I NEED TO BE FUCKED, PLEASE, ANYTHING, I WANT YOUR CUM, YOUR DIRTY DIRTY AIDS CUM.” D laughed, leaned forward and slapped my shoulder and said, “The deal is done and when you finish, may I keep him? He asked to be raped and I plan to give him a night he will never forget.”

I nodded as I held my coated fingers out for D to taste and as he pushed the Kid’s mouth back onto his dick with his left hand and held his shoulder firm with his right, I took out my foreskin piercing, set it on the table, spread the Kid’s hole and slammed balls deep. My dick is not that big, but big enough for a virgin hole to make him jump, squeal like a stuck pig, and try to run. But where could he go? D now had his head held with both hands choking the Kid on his thick dick while I fucked his raw ass. Seeing D in action with someone else made me a little jealous, but at the same time made me excited and within just a few strokes I told him to take my cum while his own dick started to unload on the floor, his last negative load. I pulled all the way out and shoved back in a few times to make sure my load took and stayed inside of him as I felt his guts spasm and the telltale signs that my infection was rapidly spreading.

D pushed the Kid off his dick and turned him so he could lick me clean. I put my foreskin ring back in, and looked at the Kid who was now sweating and shaking from the drugs and my infection. I told D, “He may not have long before you need to take him to medical. You know what my breeding direct like that can do. So watch him.” D just nodded as he picked the Kid up, dropped him on the couch, threw the Kids legs back, and stuck his face in his hole making the Kid beg louder and louder to be fucked. I closed the office and began walking through the garage back to the main building. As I did, the Kid’s screams of pain began to echo through the garage as the rape he asked for truly began. I made my way back up to the apartment and decided it was time for a short nap. I had barely felt like I had slept at all when I felt three thick fingers exploring my hole, sniffing, then Lionel say, “Christ, fucking worthless slut - you just are not happy unless you loaded with fresh spunk are you. You just stay like that. I got business to take care of, but will come back for some of that cum filled ass in a bit.” My dick was hard thinking about Lionel fucking me, then remembering the echoes of the Kid’s screams as D raped him, and that pang of jealousy hit me again as I drifted off as a new slut had been born and bred that night in COVENANT.

Stay tuned for Day 5: Worthless Slut? Part 4 – K9 in the House! Some old friends come for a visit

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Breeders Market - Day 5: Boxers in the House – Man or Beast - “Christ, fucking worthless slut - you just are not happy unless you loaded with fresh spunk are you,” Lionel said, “You just stay like that. I got business to take care of, but will come back for some of that cum filled ass in a bit.” My dick was hard thinking about Lionel fucking me, then remembering the echoes of the Kid’s screams as D raped him, and that pang of jealousy hit me again as I drifted off as a new slut had been born and bred that night in COVENANT. I don’t know how long I had been asleep but I began to come around to the sound of voices, somewhat muffled and arguing. I rubbed my eyes and started to turn over when one voice said clear and loud, “Shit, he’s awake now,” then a man’s weight dropped on me and a hard dick fumbled its way into my still cum filled hole as my face was pushed back into the pillows muffling my questions and protests. The other guy laughed, “Fuck man, look at you, why you all jacked and excited? Our man said we could so not like we doing something we ain’t supposed to.” The guy on me was grunting and fucking and soon announced he was cumming up my hole. No sooner had he pulled out and climbed off me then my head was pushed back into the pillows as dick number two climbed up on me and took his turn. When he was done, and I was allowed to roll over, I saw two of Lionel’s crew smiling like Cheshire cats and pulling their pants up. I smiled, shook my head and said, “Well you could have at least offered me dinner first,” then laughed as they slapped each other. I recognized them, but did not know their names. The taller guy said, “Lionel wants you downstairs in 30 minutes and we’re here to make sure you don’t wander. He also said to keep that hole cummy as he has plans for you and oh yeah – you better snort it up good as you’re gonna need it.” I processed all that as he continued smiling while rubbing his dick. I caught a whiff of D on me as I got up, and wondered how the Kid was doing. My infected cum was supremely toxic and put most guys down for more than a few days. Normal fuck flu often took weeks to hit, mine took minutes as my bug invaded their blood like Darth Vader killing Ewoks.

Lionel’s crew were out at the bar smoking when I came out in my jeans, t-shirt and grabbed the plate filled with lines and snorted a few to get me started. My eyes watered, my head pulsed, I hit two more and felt the hot rush over my body and my ass responded wanting more dick. I began to eye his crew with a leering glare and the tall one laughed, shook his head, and said, “Oh no, we ain’t got time for none of that now. Here, you know how Lionel likes you,” he said as he held out the blinged out collar Lionel liked to prance me around in. I shook my head and said, “Lionel can put that on me, you won’t,” before I cleaned several more lines, told them to pack me a goody bag and let’s go.

I followed the two guys, their cum still fresh in my ass, through COVENANT to one of the back warehouses that I had not seen yet. The halls were quite busy with staff running around, and the crew heading to the warehouse too. I asked what was going on and was met with silence. We walked through a rolled-up garage type door, and while I could hear lots of voices and noise, I could not see anything as there was a series of black canvas curtains blocking our view. As we walked around to the right I realized we were passing a series of what appeared to be cabana like structures/tents or rooms, some of which were quite large with a bar, sofa, chairs, and most of them were filled a wild assortment of men drinking, smoking, and having fun and all waiting for something. At the far end of the warehouse we encountered some armed guards who let me through. I walked up several steps onto a raised platform with black canvas walls on both sides. As I approached the light ahead I could hear Lionel laughing and could smell the acrid smoke of his special blunts. One of his crew was waiting and directed me through the opening to the canvas room Lionel was in. This area was larger and more plush than the rest I had seen and in the middle stood Lionel, white tank top, low slung jeans, smoking his blunt and looking sexy as ever. Lionel paused when he saw me, walked over, grabbed me hard, gave me a long, slow, passionate kiss, held my chin in his hand and asked, “Is this how you go out in public now? You know you should be collared and chained at all times.” I laughed, handed him the collar I had carried in my left hand and said, “Never send a boy to do a man’s job.” Lionel smiled wide, put the blunt between his teeth, the smoke curling up to haze his face making him squint a little as Lionel put the collar around my neck, tugged the chain a few times as he wrapped the end around his left fist, took the blunt with his right hand and said, “Come see what I have planned for tonight.”

Lionel led me by the chain through several men who were standing in the area, all of whom gave me a mix of looks from curious, to lecherous. When we got to the front of the space Lionel motioned and one of his crew drew back the curtains at the front of the space we were in and I could now see the full warehouse space and what Lionel had done. In the center of the warehouse about 20 feet away was a large boxing ring. Surrounding the ring on three sides were the canvas rooms I had seen, some with their curtains facing the ring open, others still closed, and on the fourth side were people standing around and some sitting in folding chairs, waiting for the evening’s events to begin. “As I look to expand and solidify our businesses,” Lionel explained with a wave of his hand, “I need to build friendships, partnerships, and offer something no one else can. Well tonight I offer a hell of a fight between my man Omar over there, and a fighter put up by an old friend of yours. Anybody who is anybody in the city is here and guess how fucking much those niccas paying me for the privilege to sit in their little rooms? Minimum $5 grand baby, minimum, and top dogg over there is $20k flat and not a space is empty tonight. We got some high dollar gambling, drugging, and the best Mares have been made available for the VIP high roller guests and their crews along with a Stable Master to ensure things do not get out of hand. While these folks are all basically straight, lots of liquor, some good drugs, and a nice hole to fuck raw and how you want, all labels easily drop aside. Everyone is making money though, trust me, so time to get our fun on. Come here, I know you brought some supplies, let me get you set up.”

As Lionel led me back into his suite, I turned and craned my neck to stare at Omar, Lionel’s boxer. Omar was prancing around the ring, sweat already glistening off his body, his muscles flexing, his eyes intent and focused, and I could tell he was hung as his dick swung back and forth in his trunks. Lionel yanked my chain hard, I caught up, snuffed up several more lines and was feeling horny as hell. Lionel looked at me, laughed, and said, “You fucking slut! Don’t’ worry, I want that hole nice and sloppy,” he said as he shoved a hand down the back of my jeans, fingered my hole, brought out a cum covered finger and licked it clean. Lionel spoke to one of his crew, chairs were moved around, people began to take their place and clear out, and Lionel walked to the front of his suite, dragging me along, and yelled into a microphone, “Shut the fuck up mother fuckas and settle down!!” The warehouse grew very quiet as Lionel gave a little speech then the noise restored to a roar as Lionel took his seat and the announcer in the ring introduced the fighters.

I was standing beside Lionel’s chair, all fidgety and horny when Lionel looked up at me, yanked me down to him by the chain and said, “I got my show and entertainment, and have yours lined up to. But first, look over there – you see that nasty ass black fucker on the other side?” I tried to crane my neck and still could not really see. “No matter, he’s an old friend of yours and this is only the first show of the night. You better get that hole opened up cause trust me, if it ain’t you will be hurting.” Lionel said something to one of his crew who nodded and a couple minutes later he returned with three other guys, all of whom were carrying in one of the fuck benches from the STOCKYARD. These were the padded benches the Mares were tied down to for anyone to fuck. Lionel had it placed to the right of his chair, and a little back so as I was pushed down and strapped to the fuck bench, the chain from my neck to Lionel’s left hand clanged against the back of his chair. Lionel looked over at me, smiled, hit his blunt and said, “Now be a good slut for me, and hit this special, you need this tonight - trust.” He handed a new blunt he had lit to one of his crew who held it to my mouth, I inhaled deep and held it, coughing a little as Lionel laughed, shook his head, “Fucking lightweight pussy, what I’m going to with you?” The crew man did that like four more times and whatever the blunt was laced with got me flying and before I knew what was happening my jeans were off and my pink hole was being fucked raw and stretched by some big black dick.

I could hear Lionel, I could hear the crowd, the fight, but my mind would not focus at all and I barely registered on dick in my ass, which being the raw pig bottom I am is not like me at all – even fucked up. The next thing I really remember is D kneeling down beside my face, slapping my cheek, making me focus, and saying “Shit man, what the fuck did he give you? Whatever it was it sure got your pussy open and damn, you got my nutt twice. Just wanted to tell you the Kid is going good, and I think…well I think I want to keep him.” Suddenly my chain was yanked and I realized Lionel had turned in his seat to look at us. “I heard all about your little escapade and the Kid. What the fuck, we collecting strays now?” D just laughed, stood up, slapped my ass, and as he walked away another raw dick slid in my sloppy hole and began to breed me.

The laced blunt was held to my mouth again and through the din of voices and buzz of the high I managed to inhale and do as I was told. My eyes were closed when I felt two rough hands rubbing my back and ass and Lionel’s voice broke through the clouds and said, “….and this is part of your prize too. You did good tonight man, and we will make a lot of fucking money together that’s for sure, but for now, here, have some fun and don’t hold back, he can take what you got.” I turned my head as the chain was yanked and looked into the bloody and bruised face of Omar the boxer who was now kneeling beside me. One eye was swollen and closed, there was a bloody gash on his cheek that was still bleeding, Omar spit a gob of blood onto the floor, looked at me, and said, “I only fuck pussy. You pussy?” I nodded yes, Omar leaned in and gave me a wet sloppy kiss, pushing his spit and blood caked face into mine before he stood up, dropped his trunks, his gigantic black dick started to grow, the glisten of sweat making it shine like a diamond. He dropped the chain on the floor, stepped behind me, and without a word slammed balls deep in my ass while yelling ‘TAKE MY COCK PUSSY!” I choked on my own scream and could not get it out as Omar pounded me raw, deep, and with no mercy.

Omar fucked me, slapped me, bred me three times before he was done and left me alone strapped to the fuck bench. Soon Lionel was back, he too knelt down, looked at me and said, “You my slut, you know that? Gave you what you needed and just what I wanted, now I know you are sobering up some, but that’s cool because I want you to feel me.” Lionel pulled out his dick, had me spit it up, before adding his load on top of Omar’s and all the others. After he was done, Lionel had me lick his dick clean then he said, “Time to get you up. We’ve got an appointment to keep.” My legs were stiff and I had a hard time standing. Lionel helped me get dressed, he sat me in a chair, and had me hit one of his blunts again. I was flying high as Lionel led me to one of the private lunges. As we walked in I heard whining and a loud voice say, “Fuck, you were right, loaded with cum as you promised. Me and the boys here can smell it just like last time.” I was able to focus enough to realize it was the guy who had picked me and Warren up in the alley that night in the story FRANKLIN SQUARE PARK CREW: PART 4- The Wild Fucks and Off to the Circus and sitting beside him, tails wagging and whines getting louder, were his two boxers, collared and chained just like me – for now.

“ So,” Lionel said, “Shall we start the next show? My bitch is ready to go, are your boys?”

Stay tuned for Day 6: Ring of Death

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Day 6: Ring of Death – My back was sore and tender from being scratched and dug by long nails, my hole still ached even with Dr. Mike’s salve working its magic to repair the damage done. Thursday night had ended in a way I had never expected and Lionel had fucked me several more times after we got back to his apartment as he said my hole was so open and wet, and seeing me used like that brought out the big DAWG in him. Guess it was my night to be a bitch. I moaned, my body ached as I rolled to my side and saw Lionel lying there, half propped up in the bed, smoking a cigarette and a shit-ass eating grin on his face and a full on boner twitching and dripping in his lap. I shook my head in wonder how this fucker could have such a constant hard dick, and my hole immediately began to wink in need. I edged closer to Lionel’s body, inhaling the scent of him and closed my eyes as I gently took the head of his huge dick in my mouth. “Open that fucking throat!” Lionel snarled as he pushed my head down on his dick, making me gag. I angled myself a little so I could look at him while he smoked, as his dick scraped my throat and banged my neck. Lionel smiled wide, put his cigarette out, grabbed a blunt, lit it up and hit it a few times, blowing the smoke into my face. “Please!” I begged as I let his dick out of my mouth, took the blunt, felt the intense high course through me and handed it back to Lionel. Without asking permission, I stood up on the bed, grabbed the metal headboard, and while watching Lionel hit the blunt eased myself down until the head of his dick was nestled right at my dry hole. Lionel’s eyes were half closed now, he handed me the blunt again, I hit it twice more and was flying. He took it back from me and set it in the ashtray as I wiggled my hole on his dripping dick. Lionel took his hands, placed them around my hips, I looked into his eyes and begged again, “PLEASE!” Without a word, Lionel thrust his hips up as hard as he could while pushing me down to split my hole dry on his dick. Even with the high of the blunt, the pain was white hot as Lionel ripped my ass and his precum mixed with my ass juices and blood. I could not breathe as I sunk down onto his dick while Lionel continued to push in deeper. As soon as I had him all the way in, I wrapped my arms around his neck, nestled against him, and started to ride up and down. “OH YOU FUCKING SLUT!” Lionel yelled in my ear as I banged my ass up and down on his dick, needing him to go deeper and deeper. “Daddy it hurts!” I cried out, which made Lionel growl and grunt and jump up in my hole. “Tell DADDY where you want it, where you want that nutt?” Lionel demanded. I was lost in ecstasy as I rode his hard, black, long dick and could not get it to go deep enough. I wanted to keep riding like that, but as Lionel got closer, he decided otherwise and in one swift motion pushed me backwards onto my back, his dick tearing me more on its ways out. I yelped, but had no time to think as he threw my ankles back, slammed back into my ass and piston fucked me. Now it was my turn to yell, “FUCK ME – FUCK ME – FUCK ME.” Lionel’s body started to tense, his thrusts coming faster and harder and deeper and just like the time he fucked me in the Metro station, Lionel bit down hard where my neck met my shoulder, his teeth sinking into my flesh making me scream out as he bred my hole.

I kept trying to ride his dick, but Lionel pushed me off him, shook his head laughing and said, “Worthless slut for daddy dick aren’t you. Now clean that dirty dick with yo mouth.” I immediately obeyed and licked his nasty dick clean, savoring the tang of the mix from the breeding. I grabbed a towel off the night stand to wipe my ass but Lionel shook his head and said, “No, you staying dirty and nasty just like you are. I got the perfect morning wake up call for you and I want them to see your ass is red, raw, and ready.” I shrugged, got into the t-shirt and shorts Lionel tossed at me, and followed him out to the living room and watched as Lionel set up a plate for me of the Tina from Richmond. After a few lines I was horned and ready for more dick, but Lionel slapped my hand away, put his blinged out collar around my neck and led me out of the apartment. As we walked through COVENANT Lionel’s crew were all whistling at me, calling me Poochie, saying “Here girl, here bitch, I got a knot for you,” “want some of this milk bone?” and more. I guess everyone knew how last night had ended and actually blushed. Lionel just laughed and shook his head and yanked the chain harder. Four armed members of his crew led Lionel and I back to his warehouse where the boxing ring was set up and back to his private booth. The curtains were closed, so I could not see the ring, but I could here some voices. Lionel sat in his chair, lit one of his special blunts, handed it to me and said, “You’ve been a good slut for me all week, and last night, well last night you became a whore so time for something a little more. Smoke up and turn around.” I inhaled deep and held it as I felt my pants pulled down, Lionel’s hands rub my ass, he stuck a finger in my hole to make sure I was still primed, then when he pulled out I felt something cold and soft on my lower back. Lionel laughed, I walked over to one of the mirrors on the wall and as I twisted I could see he had written on my lower back in black marker, just below my biohazard tattoo the word, ‘WHORE’. I looked at him in question as he sniffed the marker, put the cap back on, grabbed my arm and led me out into the warehouse. As we walked around the corner the lights over the boxing ring illuminated a crowd of men, some with masks on, some with hoods, some with t-shirts tied around their faces, and some with nothing. There were several chairs in the ring and some guys were sitting, others standing, a bar had been set up on one side outside the ring and a few other guys were at the bar drinking. All eyes turned to us and the closer we got I could see several of them were being sucked on by some of our Mares. Lionel’s crew cleared the way and Lionel led us into the ring, walked to the middle, yanked the chain tight pulling me close to his side, and I realized there were more men than I thought. In the middle of the ring was one of the fuck benches and off to the side a big leather chair with a table with some liquor, drugs, cigarettes, all of Lionel’s vices – besides me. Lionel turned to the Mares who were still kneeling sucking what looked like pretty big dicks and yelled, “Get the fuck out – NOW!” They scrambled out of the ring like cats with their tails caught in the door, making the crowd laugh.

“I brought you a gift today, and you are all here because you have a gift to give in return,” Lionel’s voice boomed to the crowd, all of whom were closing in around us now and the occasional hand was reaching out to touch me and soon someone had pulled my shorts down and Lionel did not stop them as hands continued to roam over my ass and body. “The only rules are it all goes in HIM, no pissing in his ass until I say, and his ass and mouth are the only ones to see any action in this ring! I got this hole red, raw, and ready for all you got, so game on motha-fuckas – seed and breed and INFECT!” Lionel finished his little speech, unhooked the chain from my collar, then turned and walked to the leather chair. He paused, walked back to me, held my head between his big strong hands making me gaze into his intense eyes and said, “A whore takes all dick – any dick – no matter what – and daddy has had his boys out scouring the greater DC area for this little party. I got you not only big dicks wanting a wet hole, but a fucking alphabet soup of STDs to send you home with, and the side benefit of your bloody ass passing what you got too. WELCOME TO THE RING OF DEATH!” Lionel then kissed me long and hard, filling my mouth with his spit, then he let my head go and the crowd did not move as Lionel walked back to his chair, sat down, lit up a cigarette, looked at me, and said somewhat irritated, “Oh yeah – here, leave your mark too,” as he tossed the black marker to the guy closest to me. Lionel then snarled, “Well, what the fuck are you waiting for?” Before I could move I was roughly pushed by several hands face down onto the fuck bench, I turned my head so I could see Lionel who smiled, sat back in his chair, and watched as the first dick forced its way up my hole. A big white dick was wagged in front of my face and I turned my head to see Lionel biting his lower lip like he did was he was horned and excited and in full voyeur mode. The guy’s hands were really hairy and his crotch hair was thick, bushy and ran half way down his dick. YUCK! I hated a hairy dick, but opened my mouth and quickly closed it as I looked closer at his dick. The guy was uncut and the head of his dick was super red and angry looking, and the shaft was pocked with little bumps and sores. I stuck out my tongue for a taste, but the guy just stuffed his cock as far in as he could and started fucking. No style, but I did my best to work with what I had and soon tasted his thick, funky load. As soon as he pulled out, the guy who had been fucking me was waiting, his dick coated in a mix of his and Lionel’s cum and more, so I licked him clean as another dick pushed its way up my ass. Someone handed me a bottle of poppers, but before I could get a good whiff they were snatched out of my hands by the next top who’s dick was waiting for me to suck him. This dick was thick like a beer can and crusty and dripping and I couldn’t wait to taste it.

I had taken several dicks up my ass and four loads down my throat and swallowed what felt like two gallons of piss. The guy who mounted me next was really rough and his dick was the biggest yet. I yelped and tried to adjust the angle but he just pummeled me hard trying to hit my third hole. He yelled like the conquering hero as he came up my ass, his dick jumping back and forth inside me. I was so focused on sucking the top in front of me that at first I did not realize what was happening, but then as my insides cramped and got warm, I realized the fucker was pissing up my ass. I started to push back, but he put his full weight on my, so I turned my head, spit the dick out of my mouth and yelled, “GET THE FUCK OFF ME!” Lionel was immediately in front of me and his crew were there as well, pulling the guy off me, making me cry out as my guts were pulled inside out. He was fighting and yelling and the crowd of men had all pulled back making an open space around us.

“What’s wrong,” Lionel said with worry in his eyes. “He pissed in me – a lot,” I said as I looked at the guy. I wasn’t upset about taking piss, fuck I loved it, but that was a rule Lionel had told them and someone thinking they could break a rule is what made me angry. Lionel glared, walked over to the struggling guy who suddenly stopped as Lionel stood in front of him. The t-shirt over the guy’s face was pulled off and I recognized him as someone I had fucked with before I had left DC for Deacon. Suddenly Lionel’s fist shot out and connected with the guy’s mouth. Blood spurted as his head snapped back, and Lionel’s crew held the guy up. Twice more Lionel punched him full force in the face and said, “What the fuck did I say? You deaf? Get him on the floor.” The guys from his crew threw the pisser on the floor and held his legs and arms down as Lionel stood over him. “Get over here,” Lionel said to me. I did and then Lionel said, “Squat over his mouth, give this asshole back what he’s missing.” I laughed, straddled the guy’s head, squatted, and let the piss and ass juice flow into the guy’s now open mouth – open because Lionel was using his massively strong arms and hands to hold it open as the guy now struggled more. The guy below me spit, gagged, coughed, but I let the piss keep going, starting and stopping a couple times as my guts worked to empty themselves out. When I was done I stood up, Lionel wiped his hands off on the guy’s shirt, nodded to his crew, who let go of the guy’s arms and legs. I then knelt down, the guy flinching as I touched his face. I leaned in, flicking my tongue over the cut on his mouth, tasting the new mix. I stood up and then walked to Lionel’s chair and asked for a blunt. I also needed to stretch my legs a bit, so Lionel lit up and let me take several hits. You could have heard a pin drop in the ring while I topped off my high. No one said a word or moved. When I felt ready I turned and the only evidence of the guy who pissed in me was a big wet spot in the ring where I had dumped it back on him and a splatter of blood. I walked back to the fuck bench, laid on my back with my legs up, my torn hole open for all cummers, my mouth waiting to be filled. Lionel laughed and said, “FUCK yeah whore, that’s what I’m talking about. Come on boys, I want that hole busted!!!” The next guy to step up to my ass was severely wasted and skinny, making his dick look even bigger than it was and he gave me a toothy smile as he plunged into my hole, making me gasp from the pain and joy of being filled. Three men were now standing by my head and I alternated grabbing an infected dick and sucking before moving to the next. The dirty dicks kept cumming and my mouth and ass stayed full for the next few hours. Every now and then one of the tops would dig in my hole with his fingernails, making sure my hole was bloody and fresh to take what they gave me. I had to stop a few times when my legs cramped up or to hit the blunt again, and told Lionel I had to piss bad because of all the piss I had swallowed, but he just shook his head no and told me to hold it, so I did. I couldn’t get enough dick and begged for their dicks to go deeper, harder, and to breed me. Pig/whore heaven!

Through my high, I began to realize the crowd in the ring had grown much smaller as the tops had drained themselves out in me. My kidneys were aching from needing to piss so bad, but I didn’t ask again, and just focused on the feeling of all the cum running out of my ass and savoring the coating of loads in my mouth and throat. The last man left in the ring besides Lionel was a tall, basketball player type who had the longest dick there, over 12 inches, and I had sucked two loads out of him already. His dick looked OK, so did he, so whatever he had did not show. I wondered what he would give me? When he had fucked my throat I had spit up some of the piss and cum I had swallowed, but he did not care, he just let me do what I had to then filled my throat again. NASTY! His dick was pretty fat and thick too, and never seemed to get fully hard when I sucked it although he still shot huge loads. Now he was sitting there, holding a joint in one hand as he smoked some weed, and stroking his monster dick with the other using cum and juice that had dripped out of my ass and covered the fuck bench to slick his dick up. I looked at Lionel who was biting his lip hard, went over and I hit a new blunt several times, walked over to the monster dicked man and ran my hands across his wide flat muscles, felt his shoulders full of sinew and tendon, ran my hands down his down legs, and just worshipped his body. I then bent over and started gnawing and licking on his nipples while eyeing some of the most amazing tats as he hummed and awed in appreciation, all the while still smoking his joint and stroking his dick. Lionel’s crew all now had their pants down or dicks out, stroking as they watched, clearly showing they were ready for some cummy ass too. “Its going to take me a LONG time to get this nutt, you think that hole can handle it?” he said to me in a voice that was surprisingly soft for a such a big guy. I nodded yes, hit the blunt again, bent over the fuck bench, pulled my cheeks apart and begged, “RAPE MY HOLE MAN – COME ON – TAKE IT!” I looked at Lionel who was now standing up and taking his pants off. The monster dicked guy got behind me, his sneakers squeaking on the slicked up canvas floor of the ring, he took several long drags as he finished his joint up while I started bouncing my ass around, so hungry for his meat. He leaned over me, exhaled all his smoke towards my face, pressed down with his right hand putting all his weight on my back to push me tight into the bench, and then he drove what little was left of his burning joint into the skin of my left shoulder blade to put it out. I screamed as the smell of burnt flesh affirmed what he had done, and the flash of searing pain overwhelmed me. Just as I inhaled to scream again he slammed his slicked dick up my hole, shifted his hands back to my hips to hold me in place as he drove balls deep and let his dick explore its new home inside me. My guts were rearranged ten ways to Sunday, and the discomfort from having to piss became unbearable. Yet even with the fresh burn, his monster dick raping and tearing my ass, and having to piss, I wanted more. I loved having that big dick push my hole even further and did not have to wait long as he slowly began to move his hips in little circles, leveraging the length of his dick to open my hole the way he wanted it.

I could see through my teary eyes Lionel was now standing in front of me, and I opened my mouth and swallowed his dick. “FUCK THAT WHORE NICCA,” Lionel barked, ‘FUCK IT, RAPE IT GOOD – THAT’S IT – RAPE THAT PINK HOLE.” The guy fucking me still took his time and hummed and awed as he continued to explore my ass. I could not take the pressure any more as the guy was banging my kidneys and all the piss that I had swallowed started to flow out of my dick, spreading out across the ring. Every thrust of his dick made the flow increase and Lionel said, “Fuck man, look at that, the whore’s leaking. Bang it! Bang it!” The guy fucking me picked up the pace, angled his dick, and hit my kidneys hard. I grunted and tried to breathe as Lionel worked his dick completely into my throat. The pain mixed with the ecstasy, and mixed with the high, and feeling so stuffed it was amazing. I was literally spit roasted with two big black dicks and I loved it! It wasn’t long before Lionel grabbed the sides of my head hard and said, “You want to swallow these babies, huh? Want to taste my babies?” The spit was running out of my mouth and all I could do was grunt as he deep dicked my throat. I did not taste a thing but felt his dick pulse and unload, adding more hot cum to my already filled guts. Lionel pulled his softening dick out of my throat and a big string of spit, cum, and blood came with it, coating my chin and leaving a trail on the mat. He then went and sat down in his chair with a big sigh, a smile on his face, and lit up a new blunt. “Let the whore up a minute,” Lionel said, “Let him hit this new shit. You ain’t close yet are you? No, good, I want to see more.” The big dicked guy slowly backed out of my ass and I was thankful as he was so deep and my ass made loud slurping noises as he withdrew and the sounds of ass juice hitting the floor echoed in the warehouse. The big dicked guy went and sat down in his chair and dug around in his pile of clothes and pulled out another joint. I went over to Lionel and took the blunt he offered and inhaled deep, feeling the hot fresh high wash over me. As I hit it again Lionel spun me around, shoved his right hand in my hole, wiggled his fingers and spread them apart as much as my hole would allow, pulled it back out and said, “Holy fuck, you’re wet! Look at that!” Lionel’s hand looked wet, slimy, and he held it up like he had just found a great treasure. I smiled, hit the blunt again, reached down and guided his hand back to my hole. Lionel laughed, “Damn whore, you just need to be filled don’t you? I got you trained good – fuck! All those nasty, infected dicks you had up in there – SHIT – never seen nothing like that! But just you wait, we ain’t done yet, no, we ain’t done. Now finish that up and get back over there, I want you to push that hole out, offer it up to your black gods, make daddy proud.”

I walked back to the fuck bench, my bare feet squishing a little in the mix of piss and other juices now coating the mat, and instead of laying chest down on the bench, I just bent over, bracing myself on the bench as I closed my legs and arched my ass up and out – waiting. I was shaking a little, afraid the monster dicked guy would burn me again, but he didn’t, he just walked up behind me, rubbed my ass a few times, then started slapping my cheeks with his hardening dick. Harder and harder he dick slapped me until his dick was like a club, so hard and ready for battle. With his left hand he used his fingers to splay my cheeks a little to see his target, lined up his dick as I held my breath waiting for assault. He gently pushed the head just inside my hole and I gasped in wonder at how good it felt. I relaxed a little and when I did and my ass dropped just a hair, he slammed his dick balls deep. I instinctively tried to run, but he dug his nails into my hips and held me in place while I regained my stance as Lionel urged him on. “FUCK THAT HOLE – LONG DICK IT NICCA – DIG UP IN THERE!” The monster dick pulled all the way out of my hole, I pushed my ass back and offered my hole to the black god and he slammed back in, busting my ass ring and opening me up all the way. Every time he pulled out I tried to clench my hole to feel him bust it back open, but after several times of that, I had nothing left, my hole was beyond abused and all I could do was open wide and take it. He really seemed to like that and started murmuring and mumbling. I could not quite hear what he was saying, and frankly was too focused on trying to hold my position so he could long dick me. With his height he was able to angle down and up and side to side to ensure he stretched and scraped and hit every inch of my guts. I yelped a few times as he hit spots I didn’t know I had, but he didn’t stop and fucked me rough and hard for several minutes. Lionel kept ordering him and as he fucked me harder I could also feel my own cum stirring and churning. It’s rare that I cum from being fucked unless I am on my back, but this guy was so big every long stroke blasted my prostate and I was suddenly close. “OH SHIT,” I cried, “YOU’RE GOING TO MAKE ME CUM. FUCK ME, PLEASE FUCK ME, PLEASE……” The monster dick guy grunted, his nails dug deeper, and he started slamming me as hard and deep as he could, which sent me over the edge. Without even touching myself I started to shoot hot loads of cum onto the end of the fuck bench, barely able to breathe as my whole body clenched up from the orgasm and my guts shrank tight around his black dick. That was what he needed too as he bellowed and shook and unloaded as deep as he could inside me. I pushed my ass back, wanting it deep, wanting every drop.

The big dicked guy was not gentle this time when he pulled out, making my guts cramp, but I immediately turned, dropped to my knees and licked his dick clean as he stood there looking dumb struck and still trembling a bit. He finally pushed me away, Lionel walked over and handed him the marker, I bent over and the guy wrote his word between my shoulder blades before he went and sat in his chair, leaned his head back, closed his eyes, shook his head, then dug around for another joint. I looked at Lionel, then at his crew, climbed up on the fuck bench doggy style and pushed my ass back out. Always good to take care of the help! The crew did not need to be invited twice and soon I was being skewered by the last four dicks standing. While the crew banged me out I noticed the big dicked guy had gone over and he and Lionel were speaking, looking at me, something was up, and as soon as the first guy had unloaded in my ass Lionel called him over and the big dicked followed him out of the ring. When the crew had all shot their loads up my ass, Lionel dismissed them, had me lay on my back on the fuck bench as he kneeled at the end. “Hold your fucking legs back,” he growled. I grabbed my ankles, pulled my legs back and Lionel dove into my hole, felching and slurping and eating out all the cum and juice that his big old tongue could reach. When the well started to run dry he snarled and growled in frustration, nipping at my swollen and bruised ass lips. Satisfied that he had all he could get right then, Lionel slid his hard dick up my ass, bent over me, laid his body against mine, and started to kiss me. His face was slimy from my ass but I was like a pup eager for the scraps of the kill and licked his face clean. Lionel pumped my ass for a few, pulled out and said, “Christ, that was some fucked up shit.” “Did you like that?” “Don’t you want to cum in me?” I asked. “FUCK YEAH!” Lionel said, “You know I like you being a slut and whore for me. Come on, you ain’t done yet. This day is a long ways from being over. But first, let me see how they marked you up.” I turned around and Lionel ran a finger over all the words now written on my back and ass including ‘cunt,’ ‘pussy,’ ‘slut,’ ‘fag,’ just a big ‘X,’ and more. The final word he traced and read was ‘MINE’, written by the monster dicked guy.

I wonder if I would see the big dicked guy again before I left?

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