http://carnalplus.com/ CarnalPlus en-us https://carnalplus.com/videos/big-dog-pup-play-vol-2.html I was visiting Carnal House to film some content. I mentioned to Legrand that his puppy pack was hot. I used to play around with being a pup myself back in the day. Legrand had an extra hood. He said that, if I wanted to stay over, the pups get a few hours to play in the pool on Sunday afternoons. I could surprise them as a visiting big dog. They wouldn’t know who I was, just a visiting dog joining them for playtime. Legrand thought it would be fun to see how they reacted. He said that if I was in the mood, I could even rut and breed one of them. The one wearing the elastic chest harness was mine. When I saw them, all four were 10 out of 10 twinks, but I wouldn’t expect Legrand to have anything less. The fact that they were all anonymous behind their puppy hoods somehow made them even hotter. They were really into their puppy headspace. I had forgotten how much that turned me on, back when I was a twink myself. I fell right back into it, though, like riding a bike. I was just the big dog in a pack of playful pups having fun in the pool. Really, what dog doesn’t like a swim. They were starting to get frisky. Apparently, they are allowed to do what they want, except fucking and breeding, without permission, of course. Lucky me! I had permission. As much fun as rough housing was, I couldn’t help looking at Pup Lane with his promising harness, and cute puppy butt, in his tight swim trunks, that would soon be mine. I had no idea what Legrand had told him. Whatever it was, it was arranged and he would do what he was told. So I pounced on him! I got him out of the pool and took him over to a lounge chair. Rimming isn’t easy in a pup hood, but I always eat my boys out before I fuck them. I like the taste of a tight twink, or pup, hole in a firm round ass. Besides, I have a fairly big dick, and they need to be ready to take it. I let him chew my bone for a little while. The boys usually like that, and it lets them get up close with the meat that’s about to plow their ass. This big dog was ready to rut, though. I got him on his back on the lounge chair. I guess I should have done him doggy, but I like looking into a bottom’s eyes when he takes my dick. He took it like a good boy, and it slid right in. There was some whimpering and woofing, but he didn’t howl. This pup is well-trained. Also, tight and oh so fuckable. The fact that I was just a stray dog mounting him just made it even better. I pulled him up off the lounge. Since I figured neither of us wanted our knees skinned up on the concrete, he grabbed the pole of a sunshade while I took him from behind. As I planted my litter deep in his guts, I looked over and saw Legrand laying on another lounge, watching me rut, and slowly stroking his monster cock. I’m guessing he’ll be fishing his own pup out of the pool soon. contentgroup_8418 https://carnalplus.com/videos/devotionals-altar-boy-lane-vol-1.html I was so relieved when Lane came back to us. I was taking confessions when he admitted his attraction to men. I offered him my cock, as we do, and then took his virginity. He seemed fine at the time. The next thing I knew, he had packed up and left St. Peters. Our Bishop says, and of course I agree, that a man cannot serve the Lord, much less the congregation, when he is wracked with guilt and unfulfilled desire. It is our duty to comfort and fulfill each other. Most of the boys are surprised to learn about this. They react in a full range of ways, from enthusiastically pleased, to shocked, to wrestling with deep feelings of guilt and shame. Many of them come to us running away from their desires and are often caught off guard to find them accepted. It was especially difficult for Lane. He just needed to step away and think about things. Ultimately, a young man’s spiritual path is something he must choose himself. I prayed that he would come back, and he did. I don’t know that God had anything to do with it, but he realized that he belonged here. I waited a few days before I went to his room and fucked him again. He needed to know that, if he was going to follow this path he must be willing to do it honestly. Yesterday, I requested that he help me in the sanctuary. I was fairly certain he didn’t know what to expect, but it was the next step for him. We can’t be open about our activities in front of the rest of the Church, but even the opinions of the Pope do not supersede God. Fucking a boy on the altar is offering our pleasure as a gift to Him. But it is also a way of reminding ourselves that, if we don’t feel shame before the eyes of God we don’t need to feel shame anywhere. We talked about his leaving and coming back. It warmed my heart when he said that he feels more comfortable with me than anywhere. It just made me want to take him more than ever! I took his pants down, and dropped to my knees to gaze at his beautiful ass. When I leaned in to lick his hole and felt it quiver under my tongue, I was as hard as ever in my life. Then I stood and entered him, pressing my cock into his warm body. He moaned with pleasure and I could tell by the way his hole opened, that he was finally ready to give himself up completely. There is nothing quite like having a boy give up his body for your pleasure and joyfully taking it. I turned him on his back, spreading his legs wide, as I looked deep in his eyes and filled him with my holy seed. But not before he spilled the evidence of his own desire on his taut stomach. contentgroup_8416 https://carnalplus.com/videos/the-calling-apprentice-fallon-vol-1.html Mystified is the feeling I had after my interview with Master Oz. I had never openly thought about being with a man sexually until that day, much less talked about it. When he looked at me, it was as if he could see through me into the deepest, darkest recesses of my mind. He is such a handsome man and I began to melt while still keeping eye contact, but I began to perspire, angry at myself for not keeping my secret to myself, my facade for everyone. He challenged me to prove my feelings, tying me to the chair, removing my pants, lubing up my dick, stroking it, while using the round bulb of a dildo slowly pushing it into and pulling it out of my hole. I thought I would explode, trying to keep my composure, trying not to cum, but then I crumbled, submitting. I couldn’t hold it, my toes curled up and with all the stroking and probing, I blew. For a very brief moment I was looking for any way to explain it away, but it was futile. My truth had been exposed. I had to admit to myself that I liked it and wanted to do more with Master Oz. I wanted to have sex with that man, but still kept it to myself, hoping that someday I could. Today, I was summoned to be formally dressed for a special meeting that was termed “The Calling”. I wondered if Master Oz would be there. Regardless, I prepared myself as I was instructed. At the appointed time, I knocked on the door and Master Jake, a very tall, handsome blond headed man with piercing blue eyes, had me sit in the chair. I made sure I was dressed correctly, even having my suit jacket buttoned when I arrived. I was so nervous. Worse, after having a seat, I looked at him. His silence was deafening. The pregnant pause seemed to last an eternity. But then I noticed him staring at me like Master Oz did. What is it with this friggin place? I have so much to learn. Master Jake finally spoke up, telling me that I was here to receive my calling and to advance in the brotherhood, and that he was there to prepare me to take his seed, and then asked, “Will you obey me?” I told him “Yes”. Then he has me stand and remove my clothes. So, I stood and slowly removed my clothes except my undergarments. I was so scared. He stands up, coming closer to me and I can smell his crisp, manly cologne, and see his beautiful hair and eyes. Any internal strength I thought I may have, quickly melted away. The master began lightly rubbing my body, moving all around until he got to my genitals. I could hardly breathe, especially when I remembered him saying “take his seed”. Was this the moment? Was this the time I would lose my virginity, my cherry? Here? He continued removing my undershirt and boxers. There I was standing at his side. My face was only a few inches from his. And I was horny and desperate for him to kiss me. I kept trying to breathe while looking at him. Master Jake continued rubbing my nude body while still dressed, then moved his hand over stroking my cock and rubbing my balls. He stopped, walked over and got a red crystal type container, removed the lid and had me drink from it. Hell, did I just drink the Kool-Aid? Master Jake told me to get on the desk on all fours. I quickly complied. After some more rubbing, I was told to look forward, and he used his very long fingers to tickle and tease my whole crotch, until I felt something new. It was his tongue, lips and fingers. My eyes crossed as he continued to prepare me. I still could not get a complete breath. Then he told me, “Very good.” He told me to kneel, and I did. He pulled out his very large hard dick. I wasn’t sure exactly what to do, but he gently drew me to him. I opened up and sucked a cock for the first time and it got harder and harder in my mouth. He told me I was doing very well and I heard him making a light moan. He made me stop and told me to go lean over the desk. I leaned over the side of the desk, presenting myself, and then I felt it, the very hard, hot head of his dick at my hole. He nudged it, over and over, until he pressed harder and my hole opened. This was it! I was losing my virginity! It hurt, I won’t lie… but as he continued pushing in, another sensation hit me. I felt pleasure building and I wanted more and got it. He sped up, going balls deep every time he pushed in. He pulled out and as I was already missing the feeling, he told me to get on my back, lifted one of my legs and pushed back in. I felt pain again, but the pleasure took over as before. Then he went faster, pulled both my legs together and kept fucking me until he announced that he was going to cum. Soon, I felt it for the first time, cum being shot up into my hole. I was a very happy boy, and I hope I did well, and it happens again soon, very soon. contentgroup_8417 https://carnalplus.com/videos/the-boys-father-a-new-beginning-vol-1.html What can I say? I was wild and more than a little bit irresponsible when I was younger. I was raised by hippies and grew up with few inhibitions or guardrails. Combine that with the fact that I was a very attractive young man. I didn’t just sow some wild oats, I planted pastures full. It was when I got a woman pregnant that it sobered me up, as it were, and I started being more responsible. The woman was married, in an open relationship, and they agreed not to demand child support, but I had to disappear. I never even saw my son but, at the time, it was for the best. I was no way near ready, or even able, to be a good father. Later, though, I couldn’t help but wonder about my son, especially since I never had one of my own. I haven’t had any way to get in contact with him, though. I never even knew his name. To say that getting genetically tested never crossed my mind would be an understatement. I guess doing those tests is more of a thing for young people, especially when my son found out that his “father” wasn’t really his father. Meanwhile, none of us knew that I had a second son. His mother never confronted me. Or maybe she was just one of too many passing one-night stands and didn’t even know who I was. I ran in a crowd where having sex on a first name basis was not uncommon. He knew he was the result of a passing fling, though, and he was looking for his father, too. They found each other as stepbrothers on 23andMe. I guess you can find anybody on the net if you try hard enough. My name is not very common, although I haven’t asked how many dead ends they followed before they found me. Of course, when they did, I wanted to meet them just as soon as we could arrange it. Was it awkward? To say the least! The only thing I could say for myself was that abandoning them really was best for everybody. Well, abandoning Canyon. I never knew Dylan existed, and you can’t exactly apologize for someone’s existence, particularly since his mother managed to provide him with a good childhood, and he’s a happy well-adjusted young man. Things were moving fast, though. The boys had gotten a hotel room together a few days before we met. They wanted to get to know each other, as well as have a place to retreat to if our meeting didn’t go well. It shouldn’t be a surprise that two hot young gay men would be drawn together. At most, they were only half-brothers, and virtual strangers to each other at that. Let’s just say they found themselves bonding on a deep level. You could say, “balls deep,” but I don’t want to make light of it. To make a long story short, our meeting went very well and the boys checked out of their hotel and moved into my guest room. When they said they were going to take a nap I didn’t think much of it. Two young guys in a new town had probably found some club to go to, and stayed up too late the night before. Truth is, I enjoy an afternoon siesta occasionally myself. I busied myself with some chores. Walking down the hall, though, I heard noises coming from their room. It didn’t cross my mind that I was interrupting anything but a conversation when I opened the door to ask about plans for dinner. There were my handsome sexy boys in the middle of a private moment. Canyon was sucking his brother’s very respectable cock down to the balls. I was transfixed. It took me back to myself and my brother when we were their age. I should have closed the door, but I couldn’t look away. My hand found its way into my pants without a conscious thought. I couldn’t stop myself from moving closer. Inevitably, they saw me. Far from being upset, they asked me to join them. Since I walked away from my wild days when Canyon was conceived I’ve avoided casual sex. I haven’t been celibate by any means, but my last serious relationship ended almost a year ago. As I crawled onto the bed, I was drawn back to the old days when sex was carefree, spontaneous and raunchy. They weren’t my sons, they were just two sexy horny guys wanting my dick, and I wanted to give it to them. We were all over each other. The scent of sweat, testosterone and, eventually, cum, filled the air. I had almost forgotten what it was like to have a man’s tight hole gripping my dick. Before I knew it, though, it was over, as I pumped my nut deep into my oldest son’s guts. My cock slipped out of him, and I looked down at a pearly drop of my cum running down his balls from his puffy fucked out hole. I realized that was a moment that I wanted to live over and over again with both of my boys, and my life was not ever going to be the same. contentgroup_8419 https://carnalplus.com/videos/off-trail-deeper-deep-throat-vol-2.html This entire thing about the prostate in my throat has been a roller coaster. When the head scoutmaster asked if I could help with a camping trip, I jumped at the chance. Of course, part of the attraction of being an assistant scoutmaster is the fringe benefits, as it were. There aren’t many opportunities to get out in the woods with a dozen sexy young guys ripe for the picking. Make no mistake, though, those boys are mostly as eager to have some dick up their holes as the men are to fuck some twink boy ass. I was actually planning on taking it easy, though, and just focusing on fresh air, hiking and bad camp food. The boys do their best, but they are not Michelin Star chefs but that’s just part of the charm. I was thinking I needed a break from my obsession with my sex life. That was not to be, though. There was thunder rumbling in the distance, but nobody was thinking much of it. I had been helping Dex and Kyle get their tent set up. It was starting to drizzle a bit, but I crawled into their tent to make sure they were settled. Suddenly, the sky split open and it was raining buckets. There was no way I could get to my tent without being soaked to the skin. Luckily, I had my pack with me, so I told the boys I would need to bed down with them. What can I say, being in a scout tent with a couple of cute boys is like a Pavlovian response. My dick just wakes up and says, “It’s time to fuck.” Dex has been around for a while now. He knows the score. This was all new for Kyle, though. He was pretty shaken up by the storm, but I can’t blame him. He wasn’t even comfortable in a tent, yet, and we were caught in a storm that even made me a bit nervous. I put on a good face though, and told them everything was fine. I realized that they both seemed reluctant to get undressed. It wasn't like Dex to be modest, but I guess he was conscious of Kyle being there. I got my own clothes off and laid back in my underwear, actually trying to get my cock to calm down when I caught both boys staring at the bulge in my jockeys, which I admit is impressive for guys who haven’t seen one that big. At that point, I knew I wasn’t going to turn down some ass if I could get it. I was getting that itch in the back of my throat for some boy dick, too. I asked them if they liked what they saw and Kyle almost desperately denied looking. That just made me want him even more. Dex dove into his sleeping bag but, from the look on his face, it was just to hide his stiffie from Kyle. He was looking at me practically drooling and nervously looking over his shoulder at Kyle. I pulled that old, “I showed you mine, now show me yours,” gambit. It took a bit of encouragement, but they pulled back their sleeping bags. Sure enough, Kyle was hard as a tent stake. Seeing that he had permission, Dex started working on getting himself hard, too. Kyle and I were on our knees facing each other, and he was drawn to my dick like a moth to a lantern. In between us, Dex turned things up a notch, jerking both of us with each hand. Finally, I reached out for Kyle. I could feel his whole body tremble as I wrapped my fist around his cock. It was a nice size for a guy his age. I looked in his eyes and asked, “Has anybody ever touched it before?” His trembling, half whispered, “No,” was exactly what I was hoping for. Before I turned his answer into a “yes,” I asked, “Has anybody ever kissed it before?” Another sexy nervous “No.” Then, leaning down, I looked up at him and asked, “Has anybody ever sucked it before?” He couldn’t even speak. I laid down on my back, taking him in my mouth while Dex went down on me. I pulled Kyle toward me and it was only a minute before nature took over and Kyle started fucking my throat. My mouth filled with the sweet taste of his pre-cum. He might be inexperienced, but the boy is a quick learner. He was laying full length on me, doing a respectable job of sucking my dick while he fucked my throat, until I sucked a virgin load out of his balls. As he filled my mouth with his salty, sweet load, I looked up at his tight, untouched hole. I wanted that boy bad, but we had already crossed a few boundaries, and losing his cherry really should wait for his Pledging ceremony. Anyway, Dex had been kind of left out up until this point. I sat up with cum dripping down my chin and looked at Dex saying, “Now, I want to cum.” He looked like a deer in headlights, not sure what was happening next. I made things clear, saying, “I just need your hole for a little bit.” I laid back down and lubed myself up. He’s never taken my cock before. He still looked uncertain, even as he straddled my hips. I told him I would go slow, and I did, getting it in. I kind of lied about the ‘little bit’ part. After I got him opened up, I was going to fuck his tight furry little butt just as long as I could, before I filled it up. contentgroup_8415 https://carnalplus.com/videos/professional-help-damien-vol-3.html Damien walked the man he was seeing out of his apartment. Even standing on the tips of his toes, he was too short to reach the mustached mouth. The man laughed at Damien and lifted him into the air as they kissed each other goodbye. Damien waived as the sexy man entered the elevator before closing his door. He let out a large breath and massaged his lower stomach with his fingertips. “What the hell is going on with me?” he thought as he entered the bathroom and stared at his reflection in the mirror. For the last two months, Damien had been trying to figure out why he felt such discomfort when the two of them were playing. He was no stranger to abnormally large cocks and had taken them all with ease. Their first two hook-ups took place in a restroom stall, so Damien thought it must have been the position he had to contort himself into on the toilet to allow rear access. However, the feeling was still there the next time they fucked in the back of the dude’s pick-up truck. The following day, Damien joined the yoga class at his gym, thinking stretching and meditation would cure it. It didn’t. Neither did loosening his body with massages and saunas or prepping his fuckhole with large toys before meeting up. Damien decided that his self-diagnosis wasn’t helping and made an appointment with his favorite physician, Dr. Wolf. He was in good hands when he went to his physician for a check-up or for something a little more urgent. Dr. Wolf was internationally recognized as an expert in concerns related to smaller men and Damien knew he would know exactly how to treat him. As he waited in the exam room for Dr. Wolf to arrive, he couldn’t believe he was getting turned on by the anatomy posters around the room. Tight muscles, low hanging balls, beautiful uncut cocks; the drawings made him hungry to be internally explored, and he hoped Dr. Wolf could root out the problem he was having. Dr. Wolf smiled at Damien when he opened the door. “I can’t keep you out of the office,” he said with a small laugh. The flirty, dark-haired twink giggled, “I have a valid reason this time!” and explained the reason for his visit. Dr. Wolf told the tiny twink to undress and climb onto the examination table. Once on his hands and knees, the physician lowered Damien’s bikini briefs to expose his smooth caramel backside. He inserted a finger. Slowly working his digit in and out of the sphincter, Dr. Wolf asked if there was any discomfort before adding another. “Perhaps it isn’t a depth issue, maybe it is related to girth” he hypothesized. Removing the stirrups from the table, Damien laid back and lifted his feet into the cold metal rests. To test his theory, Dr. Wolf worked anal stimulants of various sizes into the tender pucker. When attempting to insert the largest instrument, Damien stopped the doctor. “Actually, it is kind of uncomfortable. It isn’t the same as the real thing” he said through clenched teeth. “Can we try … the real thing?” “Are you sure?”, Dr. Wolf said as he slowly stroked Damien’s shaved penis. A wicked grin grew on Damien’s face as he pulled his legs back presenting his now prepared hole to Dr. Wolf, whose massive tool was bulging through his pants and was in need of personal attention. Pulling down his briefs, the doctor’s heavy erection slapped against Damien’s hungry ass. Dr. Wolf coated his enormous helmet with spit and began his journey inside. Damien’s moans were a mixture of bliss and physical exhaustion as Dr. Wolf jerked his Latin prick with one hand while rearranging his colon with his oversized cock. He tunneled into the snug hole, pulling out completely and then jamming the entire length back inside. Each thrust deeper than the one before. Damien closed his eyes and curled his toes. He focused on relaxing his body and opening himself wholly as he endured the powerful long-dicking. He grabbed his cock. Damien matched the doctor’s fuck motion with his own strokes. As he beat himself closer to his load, Dr. Wolf pulled his legs further apart, aiming his cock directly against Damien’s prostate. Damien couldn’t hold back and began shooting a thick white load onto his stomach. Dr. Wolf coated his cock with Damien’s jizz. He pushed back inside and fucked the whimpering bottom ferociously. Lust quickly consumed Dr. Wolf. Patient care was replaced with his need to cum. His low hanging balls smacked hard against the ass he was destroying. This hole was there to give him pleasure. His cock swelled, locking his manhood inside Damien. He grabbed the tiny waist, steadying himself as his dick unleashed rope after rope of spunk. Damien felt each pulse as he was being loaded. Still deeply embedded, Dr. Wolf leaned forward and gently kissed Damien. The intensity of the fuck and the glazing of his insides were exactly what he needed. 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Today was a day when we could get away for a while and when I caught him gazing at me after breakfast, not breaking eye contact when I looked back, my crotch started to twitch. I wanted to jerk him up, throw him over my shoulder, and hike until I found the right spot and fuck his brains out, but thought it better to wait, then quietly stroll away from camp. When I did, Marcus was right behind me, still staring. I thought to myself eagerness is part of youth. Excitement about what’s new, what’s off limits. But when they’re with me, they’re protected, guided, and shown how to properly enjoy the moment. I wanted him to learn and understand how and when to approach a man because not all men would care about him as we do here. I knew I had more to do, teaching him to be careful but, for now, this time was for us. I backed up to a large tree. No sooner than I leaned back, he was right there, ready. We started kissing, touching, caressing. Slowly, I slid my hands down massaging his little cute ass and his moans rose to a whimper. I love his noises and must confess, those sounds make a man horny as hell when having gay sex, knowing he is giving his partner deep unmeasurable pleasure. We paused our kissing and Marcus continued rubbing me and himself. After giving him my nod of approval, he unlatched my belt, opened my pants, going for his prize. As he was touching me, I rubbed my hands on his neck and body, letting him know he was protected and feeling my care for him. We returned to deeper tongue filled kissing when he paused, got down on his knees, and started sucking me, trying to take it deeper. But as a much smaller boy, he could only take me to his throat, but not past it. Yet. Marcus and I are going to spend more time together so that I can teach him to deep throat a large dick. I look forward to those lessons. He learned the first time that I love to have my balls sucked, and I told him to go deeper, shoving his face into my scrotum, pulling on my balls with his teeth and he did, making me harder and harder. I was ready to fuck that boy, getting him to lean forward against the tree. I slowly moved down and started to rim him. He tasted so good. The smell of his young pheromones was intoxicating. As I got more determined and aggressive in rimming, his sounds began until I knew it was time. To line up, I had to squat down for his smaller size, slowly inching in, coaching him how to breathe, talking softly in his ear as he shivered and whimpered. As I kept a slow thrust into his small body I realized that there have been many men that couldn’t handle what Marcus can. I pushed in and pulled out, still whispering in his ears as he took more and more of me, until I was all the way in. By now I was rearranging his guts with my dick, loving every moment. When I had fully penetrated him, I told him to “hold right there”. Then I pulled out a little, fucked him slowly, a beautiful mating and, yes, his sounds ramped up as I started long dicking him harder, but he was different this time. He wanted more. The more I gave, the more he whimpered, loving the moment, making me get closer and closer until I couldn’t hold back any longer. My cock expanded, getting harder, and cum traveled from my balls, up and into his hole, in a cataclysmic eruption. I cannot wait until the next time I get time alone with Marcus, but I am sure I will have competition. contentgroup_8413 https://carnalplus.com/videos/the-4th-auction-the-boy-noah-vol-2.html I can’t believe how far I’ve come in…what? Three years, I guess. Time doesn’t have much meaning when you are a slave in the Collective. It’s been a wild roller coaster ride. Some amazing highs, but there have been lows, too. I don’t want to get off the roller coaster, though. Not yet. After all, there is nothing I want to go back to. My father was a drill sergeant. Is, I guess. It feels like a past life. No, it is a past life. The problem was that he was a workaholic. He didn’t know how to be anything but a drill sergeant, at home, as well as work. To make matters worse, we lived on base. There was no getting away from it. In the army, rank is everything and drill sergeants are pretty low. Being his son, that put me pretty low on the totem pole, too. I just couldn’t take it anymore. I waited for spring to come. Stuffed everything I could into my backpack and left. I waited for a big truck to pull up to the back gate, slipped around the side of it and off into the dark. I timed it so that the bus came by less than five minutes later. In thirty minutes, I was in the city. With no fucking idea what I was going to do. I knew there was a gay youth homeless shelter. The problem was that their halfway house was full. They said to come by for dinner and a shower anytime and put me on the waiting list for a spot. What I didn’t count on was one last cold snap. Not cold enough to die, but cold enough to be damn miserable. It was night. I was sitting on the corner of an alley, far enough in to be out of the wind, not so far as to be alone in the dark. I didn’t want to think what my dad would do if he ever saw me again, but I was just about to give up. Maybe when the buses were running again in the morning, I should head back to the base. Then the car pulled up. Big, black, expensive. A voice called out, “Boy!” I instinctively cringed. But there was a hint of, not gentleness, but concern, at least. I looked over. “Get in.” What can I say? I’ve followed orders since I could walk. And I was cold… and hungry. I won't lie, there have been moments that I wondered if I made a mistake but, if I had to choose, I would get in that car again. I never dreamed where it would take me. A month later, I was a slave. Not like a real slave. A sex toy in a club, I guess you’d call it, called the Collective, where men richer than you could even imagine buy and sell young guys as fuckboys. Money means nothing here. My first master bought me for almost eight hundred thousand dollars, and sold me for nine hundred thousand because I was better trained. More money than my father would make in a decade. Just to keep me as a house pet. I’ve had three masters. They keep me for six months, a year. I’ve met boys who are kept longer, but never forever. Each one is different, but they dress me up, take me out, often to parties with the other masters they know. Sometimes I have to do chores, other times just be pretty. One, told people that I was his nephew. Another, an intern for his company. The third, just said I was his young lover. The one thing they have in common is that they paid a lot of money to fuck me. And they get their money’s worth. In between masters, there is an Appraisal. One thing about the Collective, they keep a close eye on the boys. I guess with guys pervy enough to buy and sell boys to fuck, things could get out of hand quick. When Master Reese decided to sell me, Master Aries and Master Scott were at my appraisal to check me out. Both of them fucked me. I was glad Master Scott bought me in the next auction. I like him better. He didn’t keep me, though. I guess Master Aries was waiting his turn because I’m his now. He won the auction and came on stage to claim me. I was on my knees, ass up. He didn’t say anything. He didn’t even touch me before his face was between my cheeks and his tongue was in my hole, eating me like I was his last meal. Then he smacked my ass cheek. I’ve heard that he likes to play rough. I’m well-trained now. I can take it. contentgroup_8412 https://carnalplus.com/videos/voyeur-son-swap-vol-1.html An empty-nest is not something I wanted, nor is it a feeling I like at all. The last time I was here at the mansion to see Hugo, I got to see the big boss, Legrand Wolf, who explained more of the ‘new normal’ for my son. It was at that time I got to swap sons with Legrand and enjoy myself with his son John. But I love my son and miss him, so I came for another visit to see him. We were in the living area alone, or so we thought. Hugo started seducing me. Normally, I would have taken him off to another room to make love to him, however I learned that this is a house of freedom and sexual expression. Love and sex can be expressed anywhere, any time, in many ways. Soon we were stripped and Hugo was sucking me so well, right there for anyone to see, should they walk in. That reality came true when Lane and his dad Girth came walking up to watch and join us. Lane was pulling Girth’s pants down, sucking him. I could feel the room heating up with sexual tension and got Hugo on all fours, pulled down his pants, eating his ass, hungrily getting up deep into his hole. Then I was ready to fuck, raising up, and pushing into my son’s hungry ass. Since it had been awhile since we were together, I pounded him hard as I know he and I both like, and I wanted to remind him of who his daddy really is. Hugo was yelping like a bitch in heat while we were locked together. At the same time, Girth and Lane were taking turns reaching over touching me. At one point, Lane was rubbing me with one hand, then both hands, wanting. When I looked back I saw Girth now sucking Lane, but it seemed that Lane was calling me and I wanted him, too. While still plowing Hugo, I wet my thumb, reached back and stuck my thumb into Lane’s mouth, gently rubbing the side of his face. He is very handsome. I hope my son finds a man as a partner who knows how to show love like Lane does. I stopped and sat back down on the couch to cool down as I was getting too close with all the sexual tension building. While sitting there, Hugo went over to Girth and started sucking him, while Lane came to me. I thought to myself that I would like some more time with Lane. He is very well-endowed, and I tried to deep throat him, which is a formidable task. I could not get the head of his cock completely past my throat. Yes, I will need some more practice on him. Lane moved down to suck me and I know that I am aggressive and couldn’t resist. I gently held Lane’s head in place and thrusted up, making him take as much as he could, hitting his throat. Then without a word spoken, Lane knew what I really wanted, moved up, straddled me, squatting with his back toward me, sliding down my love pole, riding me. But I wanted more, grasping him above his hips, pushing up, pulling down, going faster. Lane is so expressive in sex like my Hugo and that is very hot. Lane hiked one leg up, lifting himself a little, and from there I was able to thrust upward balls deep. As we continued, Girth was rising to his climax, as my son did his expert job sucking him, and shot ropes of cum into Hugo’s mouth. I could see Hugo swallowing but still excess cum leaked from around his mouth. Girth scooped up the excess and fed it to my boy. I am so proud of my cum hungry son, just like his dad. Seeing that set me on the path to peak. Lane jumped down and did a fabulous job sucking me as my crescendo to orgasm came from my balls upward. I grabbed my dick, jerking fast to pull as much of the finest male elixir up and out. Then I gave Lane a European cum bath by flinging my cum onto his face. He gave me an electric smile while swallowing some of my cum, with the remainder covering his face, and I leaned up to kiss him, licking more cum for us to share. Damn, I would love to take Lane to visit me and some of my friends in Spain. I’m looking forward to what exciting events will occur the next time I visit the Carnal mansion. contentgroup_8410 https://carnalplus.com/videos/out-of-order-deeper-deep-throat-vol-2.html Giving up one’s body to another man for his sexual use and gratification might be considered the ultimate act of obedience and submission. It is used by The Order to establish rank and position and provide a powerful foundation of personal experience to each step of an apprentice’s training. Most young men start out claiming no attraction to men in their initial interview. Some of them are simply telling the master what they think he wants to hear. Others honestly haven’t considered it before. Sexuality is flexible. Especially for healthy young men whose libido is in overdrive. It only requires the right stimulation to get them hard, and hardly any persuasion to convince them that they wanted it to happen. Every man has a prostate. Once a young man gets past his instinctual resistance to being fucked, the pleasure it gives him is increasingly impossible to deny. It is only when they have fully given up control of their body, as well as their beliefs, that a young man is ready to begin his journey of initiation. The first step is the interview. We allow him to deny his attraction to men, then we prove to him that he has “lied” about it by getting hard and making him come. An orgasm is seemingly undeniable evidence. The obvious conclusion is that we know more about his body, and who he is, than he does. It was my turn to conduct the interview of a prospective new apprentice, this time the cute Latin boy Milo Miles. This was the first initiation ritual I had participated in since I discovered my oral obsession. Masters are given a large amount of discretion in how these rituals are conducted. Partly to ensure that the apprentice will have an appropriately powerful experience. Partly because it is a master’s privilege to enjoy the training that they offer the apprentices. It felt good to be back in the Temple. My membership has always been an important part of my identity. Simply putting on my garments is a comfort. It’s as if I'm putting on a second skin that makes me more authentically myself. When I went into the interview room and saw Milo, I was smitten, although most of our initiates are attractive young men. Physical charisma is its own source of power. Of course, all the apprentices are insecure and uncertain. Many of them feel like the next hour could be the most important 60 minutes of their life. They might be right. What they don’t know is that extensive background checks have already been completed. We know almost as much about them as they know about themselves. The interview isn’t about finding out if they are worthy. It is simply a test of their willingness to submit and obey. Prospective apprentices are rarely fucked during their interview, unless we know that they are already sexually active. They will give up their virginity at their Calling. Anything else is up to the master’s discretion, although his actions should be in service to the mission. There will be times in the future for him to indulge his own desires. I have to confess that, on this occasion, my will power was overcome. We reached the point in the interview where I asked Milo to remove his clothes. Of course, he was wearing the ritual undergarments that all men must wear in the temple. I had him sit down in the chair and bound his hands behind his back. He was already erect but, as I repeated my questions about his attraction to men, he continued to deny them, even as his cock seemed to grow even harder. For my part, I was transfixed by his very respectable cock tenting his trousers and the wet spot of precum slowly staining the thin fabric. My breath quickened. My heart beat faster. My mouth watered. My throat almost tingled at the thought of swallowing this young man. My self-control escaped me. I knew what I had to do, not in service to the ritual, but in service to my own desire. I did not say anything to Milo. I simply reached out and stroked my finger across the sticky spot on his pants. Looking into his eyes, words were not necessary. He blushed as red as his amber skin could, and squirmed in his seat, both from the stimulation to his swollen cock head, as well as his apparent dishonesty being revealed. Of course, he didn’t know that the problem would have been him not getting aroused. Of course, he was shocked and confused when, rather than reprimand him, I began to grope him. Even more so when I pulled his garment down and greedily swallowed his throbbing erection. With his hands bound firmly behind the chair, he could do nothing, and he feared that saying anything might end the interview. But, as I sucked the sweet precum out of his hard young dick, I could feel his reservations fading. Each time my throat wrapped around his cock head, he let out another wave of mewling cries, equal parts resistance and a helpless desire for more. My efforts were unremitting, my fist and my mouth pushing him closer and closer to climax. Finally, with one last groan, equal parts ecstasy and defeat, his nuts drew up, and his hot young seed erupted, coating my fist in his sticky essence. I leaned down to taste the evidence of my success, wanting to swallow every drop and enjoying making him squirm with the torment of over-stimulation. I think Apprentice Miles has a promising future in The Order. I can’t wait to find out if his ass is as enjoyable as his cock. SFW Description : (75-120 word non-sexual description for use outside the age verified pay wall) It is Master Adam Snow’s duty to interview Milo Miles, a prospective new apprentice in The Order. A central part of the interview process is asking the young man if he has an attraction to other men, which they almost always answer in the negative. Then their hands are secured behind their back and the master proceeds to prove them wrong. Their arousal seeming to be proof of their desire. Almost any young man can be excited by the proper stimulation. The important thing is their submission and obedience. While Master Snow deeply enjoys the outcome of the interview, Apprentice Miles proves himself a worthy candidate for The Order. contentgroup_8409 https://carnalplus.com/videos/stolen-moment-rocky-vol-2.html I’ve got a real thing for Rocky. I have to be careful, really. I could end up with a crush on him. I don’t think he’s a relationship kind of guy, though. He likes fucking all the twinks at Carnal House. All the ones that will let him, anyway. I don’t know why they wouldn’t. I mean, I’m a porn model. I can have lots of guys, but I would trade them all for Rocky. Maybe he reminds me of my dad a little bit. Is that weird? He’s a really big guy, and I just know that when he wraps me up in his arms I feel small and safe, but also, I want to feel his cock in my hole. When Rocky gets really turned on, he’s like a beast. I love being the one to make him lose control. Then he shoves his monster cock deep into my guts and fucks me. Only after I blow him first, though. I even let him fuck my throat. I don’t do that for many guys, but I’ll let Rocky put his big hand on the back of my head and make me gag on his uncut dick but I want his cum in my ass. I love it when I’m opened up, and I can feel his cum dripping down my balls, but he just keeps fucking because he doesn’t want to stop. He could fuck me every day but, like I said, he has a lot of other boys chasing him, and he’s kind of an equal opportunity top. Yesterday, though, I was just chilling by the pool. Then I looked over and there he was! He was groping his crotch and I could tell he was already hard just from looking at me and thinking about fucking me. Jackpot! I gave him a shy smile, but I played hard to get and waited for him to motion me to come over. He wrapped me up in his arms. His scent, his muscles, the soft feel of his lips against mine, I have to stand on my tiptoes and he still has to lean down to kiss me. That huge cock pressing into my abs, that was soon going to be stretching my hole open and spearing deep in my ass. If he wasn’t holding me so tight, I would have just sunk down to the floor. But he held me up without any intention of letting me go anywhere until he had pumped a load of cum in my hole. contentgroup_8408 https://carnalplus.com/videos/doubt-and-desire-altar-boy-tyga-vol-1.html People say not to judge a book by its cover, which for the most part is a rule I try to live by. When it comes to some of the boys that I see coming through St. Peter’s Catholic School for Boys however, it is harder for me not to make some very noticeable observations which lead me to draw my own conclusions. When it came to altar boy Tyga, he was a specific type of student that we saw come through our hallowed halls often enough that I could sort of clock him. A boy who tried to follow the rules. He kept to himself and didn’t draw too much attention, but even doing that was enough to make certain instructors' ears perk up, so to speak. I hate to say it, but I myself am guilty for being drawn towards those types. Maybe it’s because they remind me of myself, trying my best to navigate the temptations of the world as a young adult, not really knowing who or what to fully put my faith in. Choosing the church means he is already on the right path. Upon entering the room and seeing Tyga on his knees, on the prie-dieu that was made available to him, I could tell that I wouldn’t have much of a struggle getting him to open up to me about his temptations. I can recall being in that position myself, and sometimes all a boy like that needs is a firm and guiding hand from someone who understands and comes from a similar background. When he admits to having lustful feelings, it’s as though something takes over in me and I find myself entering that strange headspace where all that consumes my mind is the thought of male bonding. Tyga can tell my demeanor changed as my hands suddenly begin to wander further than just resting on his shoulders, instead my hands start to explore the rest of his body. Things continue to escalate as I pull him closer to my muscular frame and, leaning close, allowing my whispered words to tickle his ear as I spoke. I can hear that my advances are being met with welcome groans of approval, encouraging me to persist, and so I do. I unbutton my shirt and leave it open as my hips instinctively thrust forward towards the moaning boy. Soon, I am behind Tyga, with both of my hands tugging at his tighty whities to pull them down to gain access to his smooth round ass. My hands part his cheeks, as my tongue plunges into his pink opening. Tyga even pulls at the foreskin around his uncut cock to show me how much he is enjoying himself. After drawing my attention to his cock, I am unable to deny myself a taste, so I push away the doubt and fully engage in my desire instead. I’m hoping that my advances will encourage this altar boy to do the same. With Tyga whimpering as I give him oral stimulation, I don’t think it’s going to be much of an issue. I assert myself by pushing him down to his knees, but like most of the boys I have trained, he begins to go through the motions on his own accord, without any effort on my part. I’m surprised when Tyga opens his throat and begins to deepthroat my thick member. He gagged a few times, but I’m aware my cock is thicker than most, and it’s not easy to take. I finally bend the boy over the prayer desk, pulling his red sweater vest up to ensure I can see his hole as I aim my enlarged member at his backdoor. Tyga whimpered again as he adjusted to the size, allowing himself to submit as he relinquished control. To say that the sensation left the boy speechless would be an understatement, but once I got balls deep inside of him, his moans of discomfort turned to groans of pleasure. The boy was left clinging to the payer desk as I fucked him. When his eyes rolled back into his skull I could tell that Tyga was also having a cathartic experience that felt close to religious devotion itself. contentgroup_8411 https://carnalplus.com/videos/seducing-marcus-the-banner-boys-vol-2.html I have had a serious crush on Marcus since I first met him. His younger brother, Dex and I are best buddies from school. But then I met Dex’s big brother Marcus, while hanging with him after school. OMG! He is such a beefy stud reminding me of my dad. When I told my dad about it, he said he would set up something. I was hoping he would not embarrass me, but he calmed me down as he usually does, telling me that he would help set it up and then, as usual, I ended up with my hole full of cum and I felt all better. Then today, I was walking up to the house after school and Marcus was walking around, looking at our yard. I ran in to see my dad, asking him what Marcus was doing out there. Dad, grinning at me, said he was going to do some yard work since he knew I wouldn’t do it. I was so hyper that my big crush was so close, and I was in a dither about what to think. I asked dad how I was going to talk to him since he would be working in the yard. Dad said “It opens up opportunities”. I moved up and kissed him. He said, “It will be fine. I told you that I would do something.” I love my dad! I scooted up, cuddling with my dad, kissing, paused, telling him, “We shouldn’t.” Dad smiled, saying, “He has plenty to do. We have plenty of time.” As we continued kissing, Dad’s hands slid down into the back of my pants. My tiny hole quivered with the anticipation of his big dick. He stripped me fast, picked me up and threw me onto the bed, landing on my back. Dad throws my legs in the air, eating me out, sucking my dick, balls, taint, then flips me over onto all fours. He got more and more aggressive, showing his natural dominance. Then it happened, Marcus walked in to ask a question about the yard. Dad invited him to join in. If I had not already been so horny from my Dad’s oral action, I might have freaked out that I was totally exposed to my big crush. Dad told him, “Go ahead and enjoy it. You can get all up in there.” Marcus surprised us both saying, “my dad does the same thing to me”. Dad told him, “Then you understand.” Marcus nodded and agreed my ass was nice. Dad got in front of me, offering his big dick to suck and I did. Meanwhile, Marcus raises up, and drops his pants. My dad mentions what a great cock he has. I still had never seen it, but quickly his big member was carving its way up my tiny hole and I knew that I had struck it rich, a beefy man with a big cock. What could be better than that? Within a few moments, I was in the middle of two, hung men, being spit roasted. Marcus and dad even began kissing and nuzzling each other with me sandwiched in the middle. WOW! My dreams came true. I had to open up wide for Marcus because he is hung and knows how to fuck a man deep and hard. I could feel Marcus getting close. He pulled out, edging himself to cool down. My dad took over and got me to ride him, while Marcus sat there watching with Dad’s head on his lap. Dad flips me on my back while Marcus holds my legs open and wide. Dad pumped me until he came inside me, breeding me once again. Marcus said, “that’s so hot”! So he jerked his cock and within a few minutes he blew his load on my face, then bent down scooping up excess sperm and putting it in my mouth. I gratefully swallowed. I was so happy, wondering when there would be a next time with Marcus. contentgroup_8406 https://carnalplus.com/videos/laundry-service-noah-vol-2.html Mr. Stryker always makes sure to take special care of the guests that are renting rooms from him, he wants to maintain a friendly relationship with his tenants. He hopes to be able to pop-in and check up on them at a moment’s notice and does his best to let them know about his ‘open door’ policy right off the bat. Thankfully, the cute blond twink who Mr. Stryker had helped with his move-in, was all for the tall hunky landlord dropping by. After all, in Noah’s case Mr. Stryker was really the reason he was able to get a place, and the horny lad was eager to show his gratitude in ways that made the boring day–to-day job of being a landlord a bit more exciting. So when it came time for Jay to do his laundry and he noticed that he didn’t have enough for a full load, he thought he would offer to wash anything for the new resident. Of course, Mr. Stryker wasn’t oblivious to the fact that Noah’s appetite for sex was about as insatiable as his own, so he entered the boy’s room knowing full well what might occur. Upon entering the room the small lad’s eyes light up, a cheeky grin painted across his face as he notices his flirts are met with an immediate sign of interest. It didn’t take long for Noah to charm his way into another sexual encounter with Mr. Stryker, the lad was so straight forward about it that it made it impossible to resist. Mr. Stryker raised his eyebrows and the laundry basket soon got tossed to the side as the tall older man towered over Noah’s shorter frame, but the two were pulled towards each other as the sexual tension in the room got noticeably thicker. With the comment made about the sheets not being dirty… yet, Mr. Stryker understood a green-light when he was being signalled. Finally, the cloud of lust breaks and their lips find each other the way they have before. The tall hung top’s big hands pull off Noah’s shirt, to strip him naked, and once one article of clothing comes off the rest fall away quickly as things heat up between the two playmates. Mr. Stryker’s hands cupped Noah’s smooth ass the moment the boy’s underwear slipped off, as he got his tongue diving deep into that tight hole. The tiny gay bottom’s frame writhing in pleasure from the sensation of the man’s long tongue lubricating his backdoor. Noah returns the favor, kissing his way up Mr. Stryker’s washboard abs after stripping the tall, muscular landlord. As the tall top with a big dick lays across the bed to get sucked off by Noah, the bed suddenly feels a lot smaller, it was not a king, struggling to fit both the king-sized top and the blonde boy who slept there. Nevertheless, Noah found a way to make it work and began to swallow the king-sized boner in front of his eyes. Being as insatiable as he was, Noah backed up on the large erection as his tiny hole stretched to accommodate his hung playmate. At one point, the hungry bottom even got vocal enough to beg for the hung top to fill him up for even more. To say that this gay size difference sex was just the thing to spice up Mr. Stryker’s ‘Monday blues’ was definitely an understatement, he knew that picking Noah to move in was the right decision. contentgroup_8405 https://carnalplus.com/videos/keep-a-secret-scout-dex-vol-1.html I have always had a sexual soft-spot for older men. Now, as a gay scoutboy, it is no different. I crave the feeling of a real man taking me, showing me how an older man fucks a younger man properly. I know… I know it is strange for me to even think like this, but an older man makes me feel complete, satisfying me. Especially when I pull my knees up to my chest or getting on all fours, totally making myself vulnerable to his needs, him fucking me deep, fulfilling my deepest needs. Guys my age are fun and good, but they don’t quite scratch the itch deep inside my hole the same way an older man does. I confessed a secret to Scoutmaster Stone after he agreed to keep it to himself. A couple of days ago, I left the base camp and went for a hike on my own, admitting I knew that I wasn’t supposed to do that, but I needed to be by myself, or so I thought, until I walked up and saw Scoutmaster Jay Stryker sunbathing in the morning sun. I have always had a crush on him because he fits the bill of my dream man in every way, very tall, hung like a horse, yummy! When he called me to come closer I was speechless. Once Scoutmaster Stryker fucked me deep, hard, leaving my legs wobbling, waddling, with an ass full of cream, I knew I was hooked on grown, older men. There was no going back. After telling Scoutmaster Stone only the high points, he asked me whether we had fun together. When I told him we did. He said that he had sunbathed with Scoutmaster Stryker before and that he had a lot of fun too. With that he reached over and held my hand, moving closer, kissing me. I couldn’t help myself. I slid my hand between his legs, squeezing, rubbing his bulge. I wanted him. When he pulled his dick out, which was already hard, I started sucking him. It made me feel good that he shivered at times in pleasure, and not from my teeth scraping, which I had to learn not to do, since I am still new at this. As I kept going, we both continued to take off clothes a little at a time. Then Scoutmaster Stone had me turn around, pulling down the back of my pants and underwear, leaning forward on all fours. He bent down smelling my ass crack, licking, rimming me, telling me how “beautiful” it is. Oh my god, his scruff beard tickled me. I was starting to go crazy when he moved up and then finally I got what I was waiting for. He pushed his dick in, fucking me, still on all fours. He started slow, then started going faster and faster until he plowed me hard. When he got close, he pulled out, spraying his warm load on my butt and then sliding back in. I am looking forward to my next time with him or another scoutmaster, wondering, who will it be? contentgroup_8407 https://carnalplus.com/videos/special-treat-pup-play-vol-1.html The Carnal Puppy Pack has come a long way since the afternoon I invited Pup Zander over for some fun. I have my kinky side. I’ve fucked slaves, patients on my exam table, cute pocket sized twinks that I could sweep off of their feet and use like a flesh light. All four of my own sons. Puppies are something new, though and, as I would discover, completely different. Well, maybe not completely. One hot young twink with his tight hole wrapped around my thick shaft is more like another, than different, although they are all unique in their own way. I met Zander on a hookup app. It’s not like I need apps. I have a whole list of boys who would beg to come over if they knew there was a chance. It’s just not a bad thing to keep in touch with what is going on in the world. Apparently, boys role-playing dogs is becoming a big thing. So, there was Zander with a hot body that any man would drool over, hiding behind a leather dog mask, but his profile didn’t sound like he was closeted. I was intrigued. I swiped right, and soon we were chatting. He was an intelligent young man, well put together, with a bright head on his shoulders. He said he likes wearing his puppy hood because it gives him permission to be uninhibited. He doesn’t like the strict, humiliating aspect of master/slave dynamics, daddy/boy relationships seem kind of odd, but being a pup is a balance between being a playful brat and also being taken in hand by a strong older man. The more we talked, the more I knew I had to try it. I invited him over, and we made plans for Saturday afternoon. There was a knock on my door, and Zander was right on time. When I answered, nobody was there, until a quiet bark made me look down to see a hot young guy, in a pup hood, sitting on all fours. I just hoped he hadn’t driven a car with it on. I stepped aside and he crawled in. As soon as I had the door closed he was stripping off his T-shirt and shorts, before scampering over and playfully jumping up on my leg, whimpering, panting, and nudging my hand with his nose until I started to ‘pet’ him. That was my first clue that this was a whole new experience. At the same time, it was kind of fun, and oddly sexy. I’m a middle-aged man with an interest in young twinks, so there is almost always a power dynamic in my relationships and I like it that way. I went down the hall to my bedroom, sat on the bed and waited for him to catch up. I kind of wondered how far he could take the crawling around thing, but we would discuss it later. Right then, I was ready to fuck my first pup boy. I stood up and opened my pants. I was already hard, with my balls almost aching. Honestly, I was a little bit surprised how much I was getting into this. Pup Zander was right on it, nuzzling and sniffing me through my stretched out jockey shorts. He was well behaved though, clearly waiting for permission. I told him he would have to wait for his bone, and got him up on the bed where I could check him out. Nice! Really nice. He was clearly an athletic young man but still slim enough, and shaved smooth. He had a nice cock of his own, just as hard as I was, and a delicious looking ass. I almost dived into it with my tongue, but I wasn’t sure what the ‘rules’ were. That pretty hole was absolutely going to get fucked hard and deep, though. I couldn’t resist playing with his cock and giving his balls a few tugs, making him whine and whimper, before I finally let him have my ‘bone.’ He was actually panting, with his tongue out. He did break character and use his hand to give me a blowjob. Very few boys can swallow my 10 inches. I didn’t let him suck it for long. I was ready to fuck some puppy butt. Back up on the bed, I just gave a thrust, and it sank right in, warm, soft, and tight as a glove. It has been a while since I enjoyed fucking a boy as much as Pup Zander. I took my time, and he took every inch, clearly loving it. Of course, a man’s cock wants to breed, and I had been wanting to pump a load of puppies into that hole since I first laid eyes on it. Just on a whim, I had picked up a rubber puppy tail butt plug at the sex store. I filled him up and then popped the plug in so he didn’t lose any cum. He curled up with his head on my chest, looking quite content, and I was feeling the same way. Then it occurred to me that I had never seen Zander’s face… and even though he couldn’t wear that hood forever, I realized that I almost didn’t want to see my new Alpha Pup without it. contentgroup_8403 https://carnalplus.com/videos/the-appraisal-the-boy-james-vol-1.html I’ve been fortunate enough to get invited to several appraisal sessions. It’s hot to share a boy with a few other men. This is an extremely submissive experience for the boy, as well, especially when it’s his first time, as it was with Boy James. Of course, the whole experience of being sold and owned is a lot to take in. They know they will eventually be sold again. Trading boys among ourselves is part of the entertainment of being a member of the Collective. When it happens the first time, it can be a shock, though. They are sent for an appraisal and find themselves on the block with three men whom they might or might not know, poking and prodding them, taking measurements and photographs. Their health and condition must be thoroughly documented and vetted before they are sold again, both for the buyer’s assurance of quality, and the boy’s safety and well-being, which is absolutely a concern. Then it’s time for fun. Of course, they are being bought and sold as sex toys, so making sure they perform well is a necessary part of the process. This afternoon we were appraising Boy James, and I was assisting Master Kamp and the boy’s former owner, Master Scott. Master Kamp never fucks boys in public. Shy perhaps? It has never seemed like my business to ask. Master Scott never hesitates to enjoy a nice ass anytime he gets the chance. I’ve never seen him drop his pants without a hard fat cock stretching out his jockeys, ready to breed. I’m not shy about using a boy, either. Of course, Boy James used to belong to Master Scott, and he was eager for one more taste of the boy's hole. With a nod from Master Kamp, he dropped to his knees and started licking, with a grin of pleasure on his face. Then we flipped the boy around, and I had my turn while Master Scott got his dick sucked. From the sounds he was making, Boy James was doing a very good job. Pressing my face between the boy’s firm, round cheeks, I discovered what put the smile on Master Scott’s face. Damn! If that boy isn’t a Grade A snack. I could have spent a lot more time with my tongue in that hole, but Boy James was too good at deep throating Master Scott. An impressive feat itself, considering the man’s size. Realizing he was about to come and wanting to breed his slave one last time, we turned the boy around, and he wasted no time thrusting in balls deep, while Boy James gave me a demonstration of what he could do with his throat. I do love watching a man use a boy, and Master Scott does know how to fuck. I think spit roasting a boy is one of the ultimate acts of domination. It becomes all about the men, and the boy is reduced to being little more than a fuck toy to be used for our pleasure. Master Scott and Master Kamp are good friends. Master Kamp was kissing him, teasing his nipples, and encouraging him to plow his load deep into the boy's hole. Fucking a hole lubed up with another man’s cum is something else I enjoy. It’s so raunchy, but at the same time an intimate bond with another man, and of course the boy is just there to take as much fucking as necessary to leave all of us fully satisfied. Master Scott must have been saving up. He filled the boy up until his seed was dripping back out, but he made sure to gather it up with his cock and push it back in. Then we flipped him around again, and I quickly thrust my cock in before any more cum could leak out. If eating that boy is a pleasure, fucking him is paradise. He certainly knows how to use his hole to please a man. I worked up a big load for him while watching him lick Master Scott's slimy cock clean. He didn’t even have to be told to do it. I pulled out at the last second just to watch my cum squirt out, coating his hole. But then I made sure to push it all in and breed him nice and deep. I need more of this boy, though. I think it’s time to pull out my Amex Black card and make sure I get some. contentgroup_8404 https://carnalplus.com/videos/the-call-my-boy-zac-vol-1.html My prick is surrounded by wet heat. My eyes were clamped shut. Goosebumps ran over my body as I shiver from the extraordinary sensation of sinking my entire cock into a tight hole. I stay static. I could feel the young man’s heartbeat pumping my cock, lightly jerking my thickness with his newly devirginized colon. I pull my hips back slightly and slam forward, grinding my coarse cock hair against the welcoming pucker. I hear a moan. I feel hands grab my ass, pulling me closer to him. Deeper inside of him. I feel legs wrap themselves around my thighs, locking me in place, my cock lodged deep inside of him. Hands pull me into a kiss while I gyrate my hips back and forth. He moans again, this time into my mouth. I long-dick the hole milking my load closer to erupting inside of him. I can feel my balls lifting. I am seconds away from cumming… SLAM! The sound of the bedroom door hitting the wall pulls me out of my would-be bliss causing me to pull out of the young man’s hole as a garish voice, that of my ex-wife, fills the room, “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!?” Startled, I sit up. Light floods my eyes. Steadying my breath, I quickly scan my surroundings for the intruder. All clear. No one was there. “What a fucking dream.” I laughed thinking to myself. I throw my head back on my pillow. I slide my hand under the sheet and grab my stiff cock recounting the fantasy. I was so close to breeding that hole, “Even in my dreams, that bitch still haunts me.” I release my cock and pick up my cell from the nightstand. 9:15am. “Another forty-five.” I think, yawning. I was about to fall asleep when I felt a hand start running through my chest hair. It was calming. I love having fingers run through my fur, petting me. The hand finds my cock and wraps around it making this daddy dick hard as a fucking rock. For a split second I thought I had fallen back into my previous dream. I opened an eye and saw that Zac was awake. Like his old man, he doesn’t lose his morning wood until it unloads. Zac throws back the bedding and takes me into his mouth. Watching the back of his head bob up and down on my shaft drives me insane. My hand, which was rubbing his back, pulls down the back of his tighty whities and targets in on his twink-hole. I wet my fingers and roughly push them inside of him. I need to taste him. I turn him away from me and remove his briefs, spreading his legs wide. Face to face with his opening, my tongue traces through the tiny hairs surrounding it. His hole meets my lips, and I start Frenching it, like I used to kiss his mother. I pull his erection backwards and lick the length - cockhead to hole. Like a good little slut, he lifts his ass and arches his back, moaning his acceptance to the impending dicking he is about to receive. He collapses onto the bed, feeling me dive further inside of him, stopping only when my groin rests against his pale ass cheeks. Slack-jawed and spaced out, Zac grunts when I pull my cock out and push back in building to a rhythmic fuck. My dickhead kisses his second ring with each thrust, making the young man moan louder and curl his toes. Hearing his sounds sends tingles deep into my balls, almost like they remember he was created from them. RING! Like in my dream, my ex-wife tries to interrupt. Zac tells me not to answer, but does his old man listen? No. “Hello.” There is something inherently satisfying as I continue to fuck Zac while talking to his mother. He tries to muffle his sounds but the constant tapping against his prostate has him drooling. I watch my cock appear and disappear while his hole struggles to accommodate my girth as I end the call. I flip Zac onto his back and have him hold his leg high, giving me full access to his fuckhole. I lick my palm and grasp his cock. It isn’t as thick as mine, but I notice that his nuts bounce the same way mine do when I jerk off. I stare down at him, holding onto his thighs as I fuck. I created this asshole, and now it feels like it is being customized for my cock, every vein carving into him like a key and its lock. I’m drilling him when my cock goes suddenly rigid. “You’re going to make me cum!” before filling him with our shared DNA. Zac was in a fuck stupor, still moaning and mumbling from the pounding. I sit back and admired my handy work. His lightly hairy ass dripping my cum, coating the ass-lips in glaze. He whimpers as I push some daddy ooze back inside and lay on top of him. “You make the cutest whimpers,” I say to him as I lean forward to kiss his parted mouth. Drained, I wrap my arms around him and position my deflating cock in between his freshly lubed ass. If I have another hot dream, I want to be ready to go. I close my eyes. contentgroup_8400 https://carnalplus.com/videos/the-bosss-son-rocky-vol-2.html Legrand’s son, John, is spending his summer break at Carnal House, visiting his dad. He’s a handsome young man. I would love to get my dick in him, but I feel like I need to tread carefully around the boss’ son, even though I know for a fact Legrand has already taken the boy’s cherry. Then, yesterday, he came into my office. I was actually trying to get some work done, but it quickly became apparent that he was not taking “no” for an answer. I’m not surprised. I’m a twink magnet. If that sounds egotistical, it’s not meant to be. It’s just a fact. One that I’m extremely grateful for. Every time I sink my hard cock into a tight hole, and they are always tight around my thick pole, I say a silent prayer of thanks to whoever tweaked my genes to give me this body. I’m tall, well-built, hung like a stallion, with a sex drive more than strong enough to satisfy all the hot little sluts who want to ride on my dick. I’m guessing John has been talking to the other boys and decided he needed his own turn on the Rocky Cock Ride. Yeah, I know what the boys call me behind my back. It’s fine with me, as long as they remember who the boss is. If they act like they’ve forgotten, I give them a deep, hard pounding to remember. I take new boys nice and slow, though, just in case I’m the largest man they’ve given their ass up to. Of course, I didn’t need to worry about that with John. Legrand is one of the few men who can match me. If anything, he might even be a bit larger. I wish I had been there to see him work his extra large pole into John’s little virgin hole. Anyway, I tried to remind John that he was Legrand’s son. He just said that his dad was too busy fucking the other boys to care what he did. John is certainly old enough to make his own choices, and that was all the green light I needed. Nothing gets me going quite like a cute young guy begging for it. I mean, with a dick like mine, it’s almost a civic duty to share it. I pulled John onto my lap and started getting acquainted with his smooth, soft body. He has just enough muscles to be fit and substantial while still being slim, young and graceful. As much as I like to fuck, these boys are not just tight holes to dump a load in, although I'm happy to fill them up. No, they are works of art, four-course meals, fine scotch, to be enjoyed slowly, completely, deeply, from top to bottom. Damn! I do love those bottoms, though. As much as I’m sure Legrand has fucked it, he hasn’t wrecked John, yet. He’s still tight and sweet, but I love the challenge. I could tell it was going to take a lot of eating and fingering to get my cock into him. That was fine with me. It was past time for my afternoon snack, and I was feeling hungry. contentgroup_8402 https://carnalplus.com/videos/dormitory-secrets-altar-boy-flynn-vol-1.html I couldn’t believe it, I had only been attending St. Peter’s for a few weeks or so and I already felt really confident that this was the right decision for me. I didn’t like the idea of leaving home, but my mom assured me that this would be what’s best for us both, and how right she was! Back at home I just always felt...different. It was sort of hard to explain, but for some reason I didn’t find having to explain myself to the others I have met here so far. I was introduced to my roommate Grant but we only had the chance to talk briefly before I was called off to my first order of business as I started my training. There was something about the warm, friendly smile that always washed over the other boy’s face whenever he made eye contact with me that put my mind at ease. It all happened so fast. First we were just talking and the next thing I knew I felt him lean in to kiss me and then I felt his hands on other parts of my body and… I lacked any kind of previous experience so it was all new to me, which made me a bit apprehensive. Thankfully, Grant reassured me that he wanted this too and that no one else needed to find out about it. Except that we ended up getting caught! I was never very close with my biological father, so I never got to have the whole ‘birds and bees’ conversation. The most I got was my father reminding me that God was always watching and that it would serve me well to keep my mind free of sin altogether for that reason. However, one look into Grant’s eyes, twinkling with that devious temptation that left me wanting to know more, to explore. We didn’t get to do much, just enough to have something to mention in the confessional. What I didn’t expect was for that to turn into having gay confessional sex with Reverend Patrick! Despite how exciting that was, especially that I was able to get one of my gay first times under my belt, there were still other firsts I was curious about. Now that I had the reverend’s blessing to unburden myself, as he put it, I felt a lot more confident opening up to Grant about exploring what those things were. Knowing that it was something that was being encouraged despite us still having to keep it a secret…besides, if someone like Reverend Patrick said it was alright, I would like to think he would know better than I would. Maybe one day I will be a bit more well versed in these things, it’s all part of the training right? None of that really mattered in the moment. I had been laying in bed, finally allowing myself to think about what I wanted to do with Grant, and letting my mind go wherever it wanted to lead me. To say I was making the fact that I was fondling my cock a bit more obvious than I ever had before was an understatement, but thankfully it paid off, as soon enough I saw his head turn out of the corner of my eye and knew he had seen me. The moment I tell him about Reverend Patrick’s suggestion, the playful side of Grant comes out of hiding, his face lights up with half a smile and I see his hand move down towards his underwear’s front pouch in unison with mine. He pats his bedsheets and beckons me over to his side of the room and plop down next to him. He puts his arm around my shoulder as he makes space for me. It’s as though fireworks are going off in my brain, it’s hard for me to really believe I’m finally getting to do what my mind has been imagining for weeks now! My hand finds his growing bulge and sure enough, his was right there too, massaging mine. This interaction with Grant felt different than the one with Reverend Patrick, it felt like I was on equal footing with my roommate. I was always supposed to follow the priest’s instructions and rules, which meant when I was with him, I naturally became more submissive and subordinate. But with Grant my natural curiosities were taking the lead, I felt like for the first time I was actually listening to my inner desires instead of trying to silence them with prayer. I liked that I was able to explore whatever came to mind and that Grant was not only open to both giving and receiving, but that he actually encouraged me to try whatever I wanted! I got to see what it felt like to rim someone and he even let me take a turn topping him. I was even able to make Grant cum while I was fucking him! I can’t say for sure which encounter I enjoyed more, but I might have lucked out in getting the best roommate at the school. I’m already starting to feel more and more at home. Who knows what discovery will come next! contentgroup_8398 https://carnalplus.com/videos/routine-insemination-apprentice-devall-vol-4.html Being surrounded by handsome young men every day tends to make a virile man’s hormones run even higher than they might. Of course, the apprentices must be given their various initiations as they progress through their training, but that does not happen often enough to keep the masters satisfied, and it is important for us to stay focussed on our work. However, as the apprentices progress in their training and become comfortable submitting to their masters, one of the lessons that they must learn is that supporting one’s fellow brotherhood in all things is a cornerstone of The Order. ‘All things’ includes physical needs. A master may choose the apprentice that he wishes to serve him, as long as the young man is of sufficient rank. However, these encounters are always witnessed by a fellow brother. It’s important that masters not develop an excessive attachment to the apprentices under his direction. Apprentice Devall is maturing into a great asset to The Order. During my time with him, I have found his service to be irresistible. I have been careful to discipline myself and keep my feelings for him in proper perspective. I feel in control of myself enough to feel comfortable indulging my desire to summon him to serve me, and he at least appears to embrace his duties with a level of enthusiasm. I always invite my friend Master Kamp to be my witness. We are good friends, and we have even initiated boys together on multiple occasions, so I don’t feel self-conscious fucking an apprentice in his presence. I can relax and give my full attention to the pleasures the young man has to offer. Dex has considerable gifts to offer. He came into the room wearing the traditional robe. The fact that I was very familiar with what was concealed by the crisply ironed folds of the garment just added to the erotic suspense of removing it from his fit, sexy body. With him fully naked, I pulled him into my arms, kissing him and caressing his soft, lightly furred curves of firm young muscles. Glancing over, Master Kamp sat in the corner with an amused smile barely concealed on his face. He clearly knew the pleasure that Apprentice Devall was giving me. I suspect that he was barely controlling his own desire to pull his cock out of his pristine white pants and pleasure himself along with us. I have little doubt that would follow, as soon as he was alone in his room. I resolved to perform in a way that would bring all three of us maximum pleasure. The young apprentice is not small. I doubt I could support his weight long enough to fuck him holding him in my arms, but I couldn’t resist lifting him off of his feet. He obediently wrapped his legs around my hips as I fell back on the sofa, still kissing and stroking him. I could tell by his panting breaths that he was enjoying this as much as I was. More than anything, I love fucking a young man who is fully willing to give himself to me and be bred with my load. Soon, he was on his knees sucking my cock with a deliciously worshipful look in his eyes. There was no question that he adores serving me. As good as it was, I needed his ass. I got him back up, crouching on the sofa where I could eat him out. I have a fat cock, and it’s necessary to get a boy’s hole opened up for fucking, but I love eating ass, feeling a hole being overcome with desire and opening up for me. My own cock swelling and aching in anticipation. At some point, after I started to fuck him, I noticed that Master Kamp had pulled his chair closer for a better view and his hand was firmly resting on his crotch. As I suspected, he was barely restraining himself from joining in. As I got closer and closer to orgasm, my friend stood up, grasping the boy by his ankles, pulling his legs back and spreading him open for breeding. My cock took over my body. My hips pounding into his ass like a jackhammer. I leaned down to look directly into his eyes when I bred him. Dex is not just a random fuck boy to use. He really is special. When I came, I drove my cock into his hole as deep as it would go. My orgasm shook me to my core. I thought my nuts would never stop spasming, pumping every drop of me into this hot boy that I could give. Master Kamp and I, neither one, maintained the dispassion required of us in a routine insemination. I will do it again, though, as soon as I have a chance. I tell myself that tempting myself with Dex is my own trial of building discipline and restraint. Maybe some day I’ll succeed. contentgroup_8401 https://carnalplus.com/videos/big-family-lanes-place-vol-1.html I know I can’t keep my boys at home forever, but they've been my whole world for 18 years. Lane is the first to leave, and it’s not easy. I have to be careful, though. I took it well when he came out, mostly because it honestly doesn’t matter to me. But I want to tread lightly and not step on his dreams, even if I don’t understand them. I’m just glad he feels like he can be honest with me. First, he got into doing OnlyFans. I was kind of shocked when I found out what it was. I overheard him in his room talking on a live feed and asked what he was up to. He told me that lots of young gay guys are doing it. Then he told me how much money he was making, and I thought for half a second about trying it myself. Later, he got approached by Carnal+ about making a few movies. I really felt like it’s getting a little out of hand, but he says it’s really what he wants to do. He understands that it probably won't last forever. He’s promised to put money away and says as soon as has enough money he’s going to enroll in film school so he can work behind the camera. As long as he has a plan, that’s the important thing. Before this came along, he was kind of adrift in life. A week ago, he told me that he had been invited to move into the Carnal House. Apparently, he’s gotten into some kind of human dog role play. He’s joining a pack of “Pups.” I’ve given up trying to keep up with all of it. I insisted on helping him move in, though. I’m not letting my boy join some sort of weird sex cult. The place is nice, though. Better than just “nice,” to be honest. The guys there seemed friendly and normal enough. Lane has a nice sunny room to himself. Rocky, apparently one of the directors, stopped by and seemed like a nice enough guy. We were in Lane’s room alone. I finally broke down and told him that I wasn’t happy with him moving out. He pulled me down on the bed beside him. The next thing I know, he’s rubbing the front of my pants and pulling my zipper down, saying something about showing me what the guys taught him. I won't lie. I’ve looked at my boys horsing around the pool in the skimpy speedos they like. I try not to think things I shouldn’t but… I used to be Bi, before I met my wife. Truth is, I fucked more guys than girls. But then I fell in love, and I had always wanted kids, preferably sons. I never regretted that choice, even when things went badly, and she left me and the boys. I just never had much inclination for dating after that, and I wasn’t bringing anybody home. When my sexy boy started taking my pants off, I was hard in seconds. I couldn’t help it. Dicks don’t lie. I couldn’t act like I didn’t want to know what his warm wet mouth would feel like sucking my cock. Then Rocky came back into the room. He wasn’t at all shocked. He just pulled Lane's pants down and buried his face in my son’s ass. I do know my way around in the world. I know what “rimming” is, I just never actually saw someone do it. I almost told him to stop. Lane is my son. This guy could have at least asked permission. Lane clearly loved it, though. I got the feeling this wasn’t the first time they had fucked. It wasn’t up to me to make the rules. I was the visitor here, and I wanted to be able to come back and see my boy. Lane was still sucking my cock, loving everything happening. Then Rocky stood up and stripped. He has the biggest dick I’ve ever seen. It must be at least nine inches long, thick, uncut. Impressive is an understatement. And he was about to shove that monster into my son’s hole. It went in, though. Not without some effort, but he was balls deep and started to fuck. He locked eyes with me with an almost belligerent smirk like, “Yeah, dude. I’m plowing your son’s ass, and he loves every inch of my fuck stick in his guts.” I don’t know. I was almost hypnotized. Suddenly, this was the hottest, raunchiest thing I had ever done. We turned Lane over. His head was in my lap, but he kept craning his neck to keep sucking me. I grabbed my son’s ankles and pulled his legs back to let that beast of a man use him. When he came, his whole body shook, and he just kept forcing his dick deeper into my son’s guts, filling him up with his cum. It was so hot I almost came myself. I’m coming back to visit real soon, and next time Lane is going to find out what the dick that made him feels like, plowing his hole. If Rocky wants some sloppy seconds, though, I won't mind helping him get it. contentgroup_8389 https://carnalplus.com/videos/meantime-alex-vol-1.html While Alex is sitting on the bed waiting for his landlord, Jay, to return, he receives a visit from Jay’s tall DILF buddy, Guy Spencer. For a quick moment, Alex reflected, are all these men around here tall giants? What the hell are they feeding these guys to be so big? He didn’t care, smiling at Guy. Once Guy got a good look at what Jay had only mentioned briefly, realizing that he had been holding out on him, the important details such as Alex’s demur, sexy smile, hot fit body and alluring charm. Guy explained that Jay was going to be gone for a while, and he was free to wait there. Both Guy and Alex were flirting, smiling at each other, getting the same idea of what to do with the extra time. Guy told Alex, “You are too cute”. He also thought traveling with Guy was great. We have no problem with each other doing their own thing, or sharing. It’s what makes our trips so fun and easy. So Guy figured this was the time for sharing! Guy crawled over the big bed to Alex. They kiss, shirts evaporate, and soon Alex’s shorts are gone as well. Guy wastes no time, moving down and rimming Alex while on all fours, receiving the desired responses from the young pocket sized gay man when his beard scruff tickled the tender parts of his hole and taint. Alex moves up with his back to Guy’s chest, looking up, kissing him. As Guy wraps his arm around, Alex reaches back, moving his hand up Guy’s shorts to his hard dick, stroking, continuing their mutual kissing. Alex turns around and when Guy’s cock is freed from the confines of his shorts, Guy is standing. Tiny Alex has to get up on his knees to get to Guy’s long pipe, and immediately starts sucking, taking in as much as he can. As Guy puts his hand on Alex’s head, guiding him, face fucking him a little, getting him to suck his nuts. He starts gently pushing his head as Alex sucks, the mutual temperature rising. Guy was enjoying the appetizer, but was ready for the main course. The tall stud, Guy, kindly removes Alex’s glasses so that they don’t break during the wild big man on small man wild sex he is intending to have. With that, Guy gets Alex to turn around on all fours. Alex wanted to boost the sex as well, instinctively going further, laying his face on the bed, with his ass up, ready. Guy lined up and pushed in, all the way, and immediately began pumping. Guy adds to the pleasure by changing his speed until he gets Alex on his back. Putting both of his ankles on one shoulder, Guy resumes his deep fucking until he is pounding Alex hard, skin slapping. Then Guy pulls out to cum on Alex, giving him the perfect glazing. Alex is hoping that next time he will inject that sweet cream inside him… contentgroup_8388 https://carnalplus.com/videos/free-use-scout-zac-vol-1.html Ever since my pledge ceremony, my relationship to Scoutmaster Snow has been a roller coaster. I mean, I guess we have a relationship. Sometimes it feels like it’s too much to even call it that. My pledge ceremony totally rocked my world. The other guys were kind of cagey about, but I just thought, “Okay. It’s this whole ‘secret initiation’ thing.” Out of everything I imagined, though, I never in a million years thought I would lose my virginity on a table in the Scoutmaster’s tent. At first, I wasn’t sure I wanted it to happen. I guess I knew I kind of liked guys, but mostly I didn’t know what I liked. I didn’t even seriously think much about sex. It wasn’t exactly like it was available. But everything changed with Scoutmaster Snow. Something just happened between us. It was like a dream, but then I was bent over the table with him pressing his cock against my hole. I didn’t want to disappoint him, or fail my initiation. Part of me really wanted to know what it would feel like. It was like suddenly my body needed something, but I wasn’t sure that’s what it needed. I guess the answer was my scoutmaster’s big cock pumping warm sticky cum deep in my guts. When it was over, I knew I would never be the same. I guess that’s what losing your cherry means. I had a whole new relationship to my body. It is a source of pleasure that I never imagined. Obviously, a source of pleasure for men like Scoutmaster Snow, too. My relationship with Scoutmaster Snow was more complicated, though. Sometimes he would give me a secret smile, like he was remembering what we did. He was always friendly and asking about my merit badges and stuff, but he never fucked me again. Until, one day he did! We came face to face as he was coming back from a hike. He just drug me into his tent with no warning, or conversation, or anything, and pounded my ass. That’s the way it’s been with him. He almost ignores me, and then he pounces on me like a mountain lion on a rabbit. Yesterday, he invited me to go hiking with him. Of course, I said “yes,” but I didn’t know if this was just a merit badge thing, or if he wanted to fuck me again. I was kind of hoping that he wanted to fuck me, but I was afraid to ask. Maybe it was because I was feeling so distracted and flustered, but I was an idiot and forgot to bring my canteen. So there we were in the middle of the woods with big backpacks on, hiking on a hot day, and me with no water. I was getting really thirsty, but I was trying to hide it. I had been hoping Scoutmaster Snow would fuck me, and ended up being the doofus that went on a hike without any water. Scoutmaster Snow did notice, and he asked me if I was okay. I didn’t think I should lie to him, so I admitted that I forgot my canteen. He offered me a drink from his. Then he stepped closer and, looking into my eyes, said to feel free to ask for anything I needed, and repeated, “anything.” I reached out and touched the front of his pants. He was already hard. My knees went weak, and I almost hit the ground right then, but I kissed him a few more times before I got on my knees to suck his cock. I guess somehow I forget just how big it is because I’m always just sort of breathless when he pulls it out. It’s huge. It makes my mouth water and my hole twitch. He always licks my ass for a long time to open me up before he fucks me. It still hurts, but I want it inside me. After he gets it all the way in and starts to fuck, I just melt. My whole body just goes limp in his arms, his to use anyway he wants. He can fuck forever, almost. I wish he really could, but eventually he has to come. I always know it’s time because he fucks harder and faster. I can almost feel his cock get even bigger, then he collapses on my back, panting and pumping his seed in me. He just keeps grinding his cock up into my hole, like he doesn’t want to stop. I don’t want to stop, either. Maybe next time I just need to find the courage to ask Scoutmaster Snow for what I need. contentgroup_8390 https://carnalplus.com/videos/house-pups-pup-play-vol-1.html Legrand has decided it would be fun to have a puppy pack at the Carnal House. These pups are still getting to know each other and find their places in the order of things. Pup Hoppo has moved into the Carnal House along with Pup Zander and is beginning to be his Second. The other two pups come by to hang out and, at home in their kennel, with no supervision, the pack is soon looking for trouble to get into. Bored pups quickly become horny pups looking for a bone to chew on. Pup Zander and Pup Hoppo quickly have them undressed and ready to play. Their kennel includes a nice big sofa, with a drop-down back that provides plenty of room for four pups to fuck, and of course, they do. Legrand has told Pup Zander that he is free to do anything he wants with the pups, but he wants pictures of what they get into, so Pup Zander gets out his camera to take some pictures. Bone chewing and ass eating begins. It’s not long before Pup Zander puts down the camera and mounts Pup Lane for some pup breeding. While Pup Hoppo buries his bone deep in Pup Dylan. These pups are ready to breed, and they go at it hot and heavy. Only Pup Zander is allowed to breed without permission, though. The others have to be satisfied with spraying puppy cum all over their chests, giving their kennel mates a juicy treat to lick up off their fit twink bodies. contentgroup_8396 https://carnalplus.com/videos/the-second-auction-the-boy-zac-vol-1.html There is certainly something to be said when a specific boy’s reputation precedes him, and he becomes a hot commodity among the other members. I had crossed paths with Boy Zac when Master Scott invited me over to spit-roast the boy in his dungeon. It was a scene that I couldn’t get out of my mind. What can I say, I’m a man who knows what he wants. Something about knowing that the boy has already been broken in before my time with them makes it that much more of a rewarding experience for me when I get to build upon his training as a fuck toy. Boy Zac seemed to have a natural inclination for submission towards a powerful older man. I could already see it in the few training sessions I had taken part in. With Zac going back up for his second gay slave auction, I knew it was the right time to make my interest in him known. Sometimes the boys are very eager to escape their previous life. That makes training and guiding them that much easier. All of us come here looking for a certain level of escape, but I think it’s on a much different level for the boys. I could detect that hunger for something more from Zac. He is looking to find his proper place in the world and I very much enjoyed being the man to help him achieve his ‘good boy’ status. I would never disapprove of anyone’s technique, but Master Scott and I have different styles of domination. He is a bit more intimate, whereas I am more intimidating. I enjoy embracing the more animalistic nature that comes with sex with a fuckboy like Zac. The way that he is so eager to please means I can do just about anything I want with him, and that’s exactly how I like my boys to be. That includes bending the boy over right then and there and wasting no time in claiming my prize, just as soon I became the highest bidder. But once you hand that money over, that seals the deal. It doesn’t matter what kind of power dynamic you hope to achieve, once you become master it is entirely your call. With an unquenchable thirst for submission like Zac has, it honestly feels like it’s my proper duty to push the boundaries with him to test just how far he would be willing to go to earn my approval. Only time will tell how far we will go now that he is mine. contentgroup_8397 https://carnalplus.com/videos/noahs-crush-the-banner-boys.html It’s wild just how much influence my son Noah has on my life. Why it wasn’t long ago that I was a bit hesitant at the thought of opening our relationship up to others outside our household. I mean, that thought still is a bit scary when it comes to those who are not as understanding about our dynamic. It was the neighbor boy Dex that my Noah had his eye on, and I couldn’t exactly blame him, he had caught my eye as well. A cute brunette twink with a snake tattoo on one arm, but seemed to know his handsome face caught people’s attention, for he may have even noticed me looking at him. Noah did have a tendency to get overexcited, but he’s been pretty good since our chat about it. Not only did he mention Dex, but he also mentioned something about an older brother? I can tell that my son is really being mindful of who he is spending time with, so to hear that he’s been hanging out with Dex is more than likely a good thing. Besides, seeing the sparks flying in my boy’s eyes really did light a flame of lust burning deep inside of me. Despite it being so innocent and puppy love-ish, the bubble of excitement that surrounded Noah was simply infectious. Lying there on the bed with him, I could feel it radiating off of him like heat off of a sheet of metal. In fact, it even started to get me a bit excited… I couldn’t exactly tell you why thinking about my son being all smitten by the neighbor Dex gave me a bulge in my pants, maybe it was pride to know he had reached that stage himself, or maybe I was curious to know what he had in mind. Either way I was in full support of him exploring that kinship, but at this moment I just wanted to help my son relive his excitement. Our playful kisses turned into something more animalistic once I felt Noah’s bulge rubbing up against my own. My hands have gotten so used to peeling off his clothes that I had done so without even noticing, leaning over to pop the head of his cock into my mouth with a smile. Little did I know, Noah was eager to show off just how much better he had become at taking more of my thick member. My son opened his jaw like a snake swallowing something too big for itself as he managed to make his way almost halfway down my big dick. Meanwhile my hand slips behind his ass to start probing his tight hole with my fingers, knowing full well that his entrance will need all the help it can get once it’s time for my erection. When I stand up, I pull his smaller smooth frame to the edge of the bed as I lick my lips and soon lick a ring around his pucker. I use my saliva to get Noah’s hole wet, keeping him in doggie position as I rub my cock while lining it up to penetrate. As I push myself forward into my son’s round bubble butt, much like Noah’s mouth has gotten better at taking my big snake, it seems as though his ass has also warmed up to making space for dad’s dick. I am so proud to hear Noah moaning and groaning underneath my cock as I pound him with all my might, he really has learned how to be a good boy for me. Even managed to use his hole to milk the cum right out of my cock, but of course, I expect nothing less from my boy. contentgroup_8399 https://carnalplus.com/videos/good-to-be-king-rocky-vol-2.html A few months ago, I would have laughed out loud at the suggestion of having too many twinks to fuck. There are never too many twinks to fuck. That was before I started working full time at Carnal House. I’ve got all the twink ass a man could want, and then some. Not that I’m complaining! Hell, no! It’s just that I’ve got a whole flock of doe eyed, tight assed, little twink sluts totally addicted to my eight-inch uncut hog. I’m not complaining about that. Every time I sink my bone into another tight hole, I say a prayer of thanks for my twink fucker. Of course, every hole is tight when you are almost beer can thick. Well, Red Bull can be thick at any rate. A lot of little guys are more than a little bit intimidated when they first see what I’ve got for them. Lucky for me, I’m a big guy. Once I get my arms around them nice and snug, they settle down and let me show them what I can do. I haven’t had one yet that didn’t come back for more. That’s the thing. It’s a blessing and a curse. I don’t want to settle down with one… or three. I’m always “up” for a fresh hole and, at Carnal House, there are always fresh holes, or new to me, at least. So I have this growing flock of twinks needing Daddy Rocky’s meat in their hungry little boy holes. I guess I’m a service top at heart, or maybe just a push-over, but I just can’t say “no,” when a cute boy whimpers, “It’s been for-EVER! I need it bad, Sir.” At the same time, Legrand pays me for a full-time job, and it’s not fucking twinks. (If Only!) I do have enough time to keep my balls drained, though. This afternoon, it was Milo’s turn. Milo is a hot little piece of Latin candy that I can’t get enough of. I have to watch, though. He’s kind of shy, always hardworking, and doesn’t impose himself like the other boys. I realized that it really had been a minute, and Milo needed some quality time. Quality for me, too, as far as that goes. He’s very accommodating. He lets me fuck his throat, no matter how much gagging and drooling it takes. Of course, it would be physically impossible to go balls deep in him (I wish!) but he’s willing to open wide and let me try. His ass is well-trained, too. I don’t even have to eat him out, if I don’t want to. I was so turned on by his blow job that I just sat back on the sofa and told him to ride me. He grimaced a little and I could feel his guts spasm while trying to adjust to the invasion, but he rode it all the way down. Then he let me grab him in my arms and use him like a hot little Latin Flesh Light, bouncing him up and down on my dick. Damn! That was nice. When it’s time to get serious about breeding, though, I want my boy on his back, legs wide open where I can get maximum depth and maximum leverage to pound my seed in deep. Milo is really flexible. I ended up with him literally rolled up in a ball, ankles on my shoulders while I supported myself on arms and toes, and power fucked him. That’s the kind of calisthenics I can get into. He begged for my cum, and he got every drop my balls could shoot. Like that wasn’t going to happen anyway. contentgroup_8394 https://carnalplus.com/videos/nighttime-vigils-altar-boy-kyle-vol-1.html I was making my rounds, doing lights out room checks, when I looked in on Kyle and Dylan. I found them sitting on the floor kissing. I assume that they had gotten on their knees to say their nightly prayers and become ‘distracted’ as it were. They must have been distracted, indeed, to not think about the fact that someone would be coming along soon for their bed check. I might have thought they did it on purpose, but they seemed genuinely embarrassed to be caught. I should have given them a stern lecture, made them say a rosary of penance, and sent them to bed. The altar boys are taught that they should allow the priests to help them with their carnal desires. Complete celibacy is an unrealistic expectation for any healthy man. The requirement of celibacy had less to do with abstaining from sex than not fathering children that might register an inheritance claim against the Church. Certainly, there is no danger of that in fucking altar boys. However, we cannot allow the school to become a hotbed of horny schoolboys fucking each other. Then there is the issue of priests who need willing partners to relieve their own desires. It is better for everyone to maintain sex as a holy ritual. One in which the boys serve their priests, just as they serve our Lord in the ritual of Mass. However, righteous perfection is a goal no man can achieve. That is why we have Confession and Penance. In this case, the sight of them kissing immediately ignited a fire in my own loins that needed to be relieved. I also know boys well enough to realize that any lecture would only result in them being back at it as soon as the sound of my footsteps faded down the hall. Obviously, we all had needs that must be satisfied. I can always find a boy to accept my seed when my balls are full. The prospect of enjoying two boys at the same time is a rare opportunity, though. I stepped into the room and made them aware of my presence. They immediately ceased their activity, although it was obviously too late to avoid being caught. I walked over and sat on the bed between them and asked if they had finished their prayers, and told them to continue. They leaned on the bed and resumed praying while I looked down their fit backs to their firm round asses, stretching the fabric of their long nightshirts tight. If I hadn’t already been aroused, that sight would have had me hard in moments. I couldn’t help but reach out to caress their such desirable bodies. I knew I was disturbing their prayers but, I knew as well that they were hardly focused on praying when their nerves were strung tight wondering what the outcome of being caught misbehaving might be. I might as well let them know that I was anything but upset. One reason for the altar boys to sleep in nightshirts is because they are so easy to lift up around a boy’s waist. Dylan and Kyle were modestly wearing underpants, but those were equally easy to slip down around their knees. Soon, I was on my knees with the two of them kneeling on the bed in front of me. Two pairs of firm round pale melon cheeks framing sweet tight holes displayed for my pleasure and satisfaction. A well-trained boy is like a musical instrument for a man who knows how to bring the mewling song of angels from their lips by playing their sensitive holes with his fingers and tongue. I have to admit that there is a certain, illicit ego rush in taking a reluctant altar boy merely willing to do his duty and receive my seed, and transforming him into a hungry slut with his legs spread almost begging to be fucked. Highly sexed young men are helpless once their desire is ignited. Kyle and Dylan were no different. There was no reluctance in their participation at all, though. In fact, I flatter myself to think that they might have been secretly thrilled by the unexpected occasion of finding themselves in the hands of a well hung older man skilled at working his cock into tight young holes and breeding them well. I only regretted that back to back multiple orgasms is not a skill that I have. They would both be well fucked but, unfortunately, only one of these beautiful boys would receive the offering of my holy seed. I took my time with their sweet bodies. At one point, I allowed Kyle to suck Dylan’s cock while I ate Kyle’s ass and fingered Dylan’s prostate. The feeling of his hole quivering around my finger with his rising orgasmic desire was delightful, but I had no intention of letting him come so soon, and my own hard cock and aching balls needed tending to. I got them up, and taking turns sucking me, until I was finally fucking my cock between their lips on either side. I fucked Kyle first, kneeling on all fours. His ass was everything that I knew it would be. I know I didn’t give him as much as he wanted, and I’ll make up for that just as soon as I can get him alone. In fact, he may well be a few minutes late for class in the morning. It was Dylan's turn, though. He laid on his back and, with one leg on my shoulder, I started to fuck him. That is one of my favorite positions, and he was incredibly sexy, laid out in front of me. Kyle laid down on the other bed, jacking off while he watched his roommate get fucked, shooting a load onto his rippled abs. Usually I like to breed boys when I fuck them. In fact, they are intended to be chalices for our holy seed that, along with our pleasure in fucking them, is offered up to God. This time, watching Dylan shoot his cum onto his chest, I pulled out at the last second and added mine to his, glazing his abs and chest in warm pungent seed. It was too late for him to shower, so he would have to sleep covered in our sticky offering. I imagined the scent wafting up from under his covers, filling his nose and mind with the reminder of what we had just done, and making his sore hole twitch with a desire for more. contentgroup_8387 https://carnalplus.com/videos/the-interview-apprentice-fallon-vol-1.html Apprentice Fallon has been summoned to one of the ceremonial rooms for his first interview. He’s sharply dressed in his black suit and dark tie, making his bright blue eyes and light skin color stand out. Master Oz has him take a seat adjacent to his own. From the look on the master’s face, Apprentice Fallon becomes uneasy, on edge and very self-conscious. This is not like any interview he has ever attended. Master Oz commands respect from the beginning, making sure that the apprentice answers questions in “yes sir,” “no sir,” whichever is appropriate to the question. The master asks him a long list of probing questions such as, “Do you enjoy the company of young men your age?” “Do you enjoy the company of other men?” Apprentice Fallon flatly answered no. Then the questions became more intense for the apprentice when he was asked whether he had lied to superiors, looked at pornography, ever looked at a man in a lustful way, sexually attracted to other men, or fantasized about sex with other men? Again, the apprentice answers ‘no.’ Master Oz finally asks, “Are you willing to prove the truthfulness of your words?” Apprentice Fallon answers, “Yes, absolutely, whatever I have to do.” Master Oz sees something within Apprentice Fallon that reminds him of himself at that age. He knows that he must ‘go slow’ with him, making him ‘want it’. He also sees that the apprentice is very handsome and will be a favorite among the senior masters within the Masonic Order. With that, Apprentice Fallon was instructed to remove his clothing. Uncertain and perplexed, he slowly removes his clothing down to his garments. Apprentice Fallon is instructed to sit back down then put his arms behind his back. Master Oz used a soft rope, binding his hands behind the chair. Then he rubs him, moving his hands down to his crotch area, slipping them inside his underwear, caressing. The apprentice became visibly aroused. He pulls up his undershirt and standing at attention is his erect penis. So the master removes his underwear, makes him slide down, spreads his legs and holds them up. The master begins stroking his cock for a moment, when he reaches down, gets some lubricant, picks up a glass dildo with a round bulb on the end and begins teasing Apprentice Fallon with the bulbous end. The master continues to tease the apprentice with the glass dildo, while stroking his now lubricated dick, until he gets the round end up against his hole, nudging. The apprentice’s breaths are choppy and gasping as the master continues. Finally, the master breaches his hole with the dildo, going in a little further each time, pulling all the way out, still stroking his dick. The stroking and dildo play continue as the master builds speed in jerking his cock until he blows a load of cum. The master notes that Apprentice Fallon ejaculates with a dildo shoved in his hole. The master gets some of the cum and tastes it, and then gets another sample, giving it to the apprentice for a taste. Apprentice Fallon is unsure whether he passed the test but hoped he did because he liked the feeling. contentgroup_8395