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Thanks for the love guys. I’ll keep posting my antics, I have a few other post on here and all of this is %100 true. probably won’t do another motel cum dump until later this year. mistakes I made: not stretching my hole starting too early in the day (whenever someone opened the door the room became as bright as it was outside and it was a real turn off) I didn’t use any 420 but I should have done a low dose of 2.5mg along with poppers to make it easier and not having to rely so heavy on poppers I didn’t charge my phone( this was a real pain) I didn’t have food on the way immediately after THINGS I DID WELL: sucked dick, this seems intuitive but a lot of cum dump just stay ass up and while I did for a lot of it. I would def say helping guys get hard this way went a long way blocked access to the bathroom, some guys still asked to use the bathroom and it was super annoying. One guy even asked to shower and that was whack as fuck. I would be more strict next time took every load and didn’t care who it was from (this is crucial if you want a high load count) was very verbal( this made a big difference in how fast guys came, normally on poppers I get real quiet but I’d encourage you to be vocal) I had a small speaker playing music you’d typically hear I the bathroom I bought a small disco light from amazon for $9 to set the mood Asking someone to monitor the room, I would probably buy him food next time. Letting him cum in me obviously was a given. I’ll see you guys in Palm Springs. I hope to take loads all day long. I want everyone see me at the bars and recognizing me as that guy whose been ass up all day long

Deffinatley, i've no time for condoms. I want it raw, I want it bb, I want the cum in me not a piece of rubber

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@chunkychains Loving the spin-off storyline - great writing as ever!

I went a couple of times when I lived downtown but the guys weren’t that hot and all the action was in tiny booths so I always left disappointed.

I guess I was pretty naive because I did not know that Vaseline would make a condom fail. My buddy must have known that because the first few times he fucked me. I made him wear a condom and he somehow always managed to sneak his load in me. I think the Vaseline was the catalyst. He would always push in deep just before he came so the condom would break and he would get past my second sphincter which means his cum did not drip out of me right away. Hours later I would have some leakage and when I questioned him about it he said it was probably just the Vaseline that now got heated up by my body and was running out of me. That was my entry into barebacking. Looking back, I don't regret it at all. As a matter of fact, it really turns me on.

Marcus and I finished a lazy breakfast, and decided to grab a coffee each from the machine in a takeaway cup that we could enjoy with a bit of fresh air and a cigarette outside. There were some picnic tables on the grass round the side of the hotel, where we plonked ourselves and lit up. It was only once we had sat down that we noticed a guy hanging around near the entrance to the hotel wearing a hoodie, with his hood up. This might not have been unusual, but there was something about his body language that made him look nervous. We saw him fish out a cigarette and light it, though we could still not see his face. Then he turned, and though he was still quite shaded under the hood, it was obvious that it was Evan. He kept glancing into the lobby of the hotel, but finally he looked towards us and knew he had been spotted. He stared at us for a moment, and then slowly walked over. I made room for him on my side of the picnic bench, and he sat himself down and then stared at the tabletop as he smoked his cigarette. “What brings you back here?” I eventually asked him. “I, er, was out for a walk and just found myself here” he said. “Bullshit” I replied. “Have you come to beg us for the footage or something?” “No” he whispered. “I want you to fuck me again.” I looked over at Marcus, whose eyes had gone wide. “Did you go to the infirmary?” I asked. “No” Evan replied. “If we fuck you again then it might take” Marcus said. “The longer you leave it, the greater the risk the pills won’t work.” “I’m not gonna take the pills” Evan said. “What?” Marcus and I said at the same time. “I’m not going to” he repeated. “But you’re married” I said. “She’s cheating on me” he replied. “Found out last time I was home.” “Oh” I said. “That sucks. But that doesn’t explain why you’re not protecting yourself.” He took a last inhale of his cigarette, then stubbed it out in the ashtray built into the picnic table. He pulled out his pack and lit another one, then finally looked up at me. “Fuck it” he said. “I’ve been fucking guys my whole adult life, and now I know how awesome it is to be the one getting fucked. I don’t care anymore.” “They’ll discharge you if you get infected” Marcus said. “Not any more” Evan replied. “Looked it up last night, and you can still serve if you go on meds.” “Oh” I replied. “Didn’t know that.” “Yeah, so, you know…” Evan started, before pausing. “I guess what I’m saying is that I want you guys to fuck me some more, and what happens, happens.” “You sure?” asked Marcus. “Yes” said Evan. “How long are you in town for?” “A few days” I replied. “Then how about you fuck me every day you’re here?” he said, managing a small smile. He didn’t have long before he needed to be back for training, so we took him upstairs and spitroasted him until we’d both blown a poz load in his hole. He was eager for it from the outset, all traces of the resistance he had shown during his first fuck gone as he arched his back and made his hole and throat fully available to us. We would have loved to both fuck a second load into him, but he had to get back. While we briefly rested on the bed he let us know his likely availability so we could plan around it, and then he took a quick shower and headed off. Marcus and I couldn’t quite believe things had taken this turn, but we weren’t going to say no to the opportunity to help Evan fully embrace this side of himself. I assumed he would probably say he was bi or something, but I didn’t really care either way. I was more concerned with getting him to reveal the best spots for catching more of my past fuckers out getting some action. We rested up a bit, and then decided to check out another spot that Grant’s contact had suggested. This was a small car park next to a substation on the edge of some woods round the other side of the base. Normally accessed off the main road, there were a couple of unofficial trails that led there which soldiers sometimes used for off-base runs, and indeed I had done so myself back in the day without knowing there was a cruising spot there. We decided to walk there rather than risk scaring anyone off with the car, and I wore cargo trousers for quick access to cameras in the various pockets. We found the rough area after a while, and hid in separate bushes as there wasn’t anywhere that looked big enough for us both to stay out of sight together. We waited for quite a while, and I was almost at the point of giving up, but then two guys out running approached. I had assumed they would go right past, but they slowed to a walk on the trail and then darted off together until they were behind a large tree really close to where I was hiding. I just crouched there and watched with an open mouth as Wayne “Rooney” Pollock and Jimmy “Cricket” Roberts took a quick look around, and then embraced in a deep and hungry snog. They went at each other like animals, before Jimmy squatted down, pulled on the hem of Wayne’s shorts, and swallowed his cock whole. There was no gagging, just a full deep throat straight off the bat. He gave Wayne an expert blowjob for a couple of minutes, and then they changed positions and Jimmy was soon moaning as his cock was licked and sucked. Then Wayne stood back up, and they re-embraced in a kiss. I took the opportunity of Jimmy stepping towards the tree to pull the GoPro out of my pocket, his footsteps on the leaves likely masking any noise I inadvertently made by moving my arm. I quickly worked to sync it to my phone, and then put it up to a gap in the leaves to start capturing Wayne giving his battalion mate a rim job. This lasted only a minute or two, and then Wayne stood up, put his cock to Jimmy’s hole, and pushed in. I gaped at the two of them as a frenetic fuck began, not believing what I was seeing from these two guys who had both had fiancées when I was still serving with them. This was clearly something they did a lot, from the technique of the blowjobs to the ease with which Jimmy had been penetrated. The fact that they were both into all of it was made clear when Wayne blew inside Jimmy, and then took his place leaning against the tree so he could be fucked himself. Jimmy’s cock looked thick from where I was crouched, but Wayne took it without any problem and seemed to love every minute of it being inside him. I texted Marcus to be ready to go, and then as soon as Jimmy blew his load I stopped filming, set the footage to upload, and then loudly got out from the bush. Wayne and Jimmy both darted their heads towards me in shock, and then in the other direction as they heard Marcus emerging from his hiding place as well. “Hey boys” I said. “Thanks for the show.” “Fucking hell Ballard” Wayne said. “What the fuck are you doing here?” “I’ve got really into bird spotting and came out here to do some of that” I said. “I’m into beetles and spiders” Marcus added with a smirk, as he came to stand next to me. The two soldiers just stared at us, their shorts still down around their ankles and cum dripping from their holes. “What do you fucking want” Jimmy growled, sensing they were on the back foot in the situation. “Well” I said, “I’ve already got and uploaded the footage I need, so we could just leave it there unless there’s anything you want from us.” “Footage?” Wayne asked. “Oh, yeah” I said. “You know, was trying to film a crow but instead got you two fucking each other. I’ve sent it to my brothers to enjoy and put on a few websites for others to jerk off to as well.” “You fucker…” Wayne began, starting to advance towards me. Jimmy grabbed him by the shoulder and stopped him, then stepped up closer to him. “Don’t” he said, quietly and tenderly. “Don’t make this worse.” “Good advice” Marcus said. “You should listen to your boyfriend.” Wayne’s shoulders sagged, and the fight was gone from him. Jimmy turned away from him and looked at me. “Ballard” he said, “I’m sorry for how things went down. We were all fucking cowards and let you take the fall for everything.” “Yes, you were” I said. “You two still engaged?” They both nodded, and I saw Marcus smile. “Seems a bit unfair, doesn’t it?” I said. “Two nice girls sat alone at home, waiting to become your wives, and you’re out here in the woods fucking each other.” “We just need a release” Wayne mumbled. “That was no release” Marcus said. “I know two gays when I see them.” Silence fell for a moment, before Jimmy spoke again. “What do you want?” he asked. “I’ll have to think about that” I replied. “But in the meantime, how about you two bend over that tree again so we can fuck those cummy holes of yours. You both used me for years, and it’s time for something in return.” Wayne stiffened and anger flashed across his face, but Jimmy put a hand on his shoulder and leaned in to whisper something to him. “OK” Jimmy said. “That’s fair.” They went back to the tree and both bent forward, and I moved in behind Wayne as I wanted to fuck the last fight out of him completely. I whipped out my cock and slammed it into him, and then went into a steady and firm rhythm immediately as Marcus got himself inserted in Jimmy. To give the two men credit, they did not hold back from letting us know they liked how it felt. Wayne’s muscular tattooed back rippled as I ploughed into him, and Jimmy arched his own back to demonstrate he was a willing receiver for Marcus. It was fucking hot to look at them as the tables were turned from my time in the barracks, and I went over the edge all too soon. When I pulled out of Wayne he spun round onto his knees and took my cock into his mouth to clean off, and after getting over the surprise of him doing that without being told to, I just enjoyed the feelings as I watched Marcus build himself up to breed Jimmy. “Are you poz as well?” Jimmy asked Marcus, as he used some tissues to wipe out his backside before he put his clothes back on properly. “Wait, what?” I asked. “We’ve seen some of your videos” Wayne said. “Found them by accident a while ago” Jimmy added. “It’s kind of part of what led to me and Wayne doing this together.” “Jesus” I said. “You know I’m poz and you took my load?” “Yeah” said Wayne, “I guess I did.” “Yes, I’m poz” Marcus said. “Bret and his boyfriend gifted me.” “Hot” said Jimmy. “Are you guys on prep?” I asked. “I mean, we were going to tell you to go and get on PEP, but…” “No, we’re not” said Jimmy. “Guess we’ll have to think about what to do now.” We wasted at each other for a moment, before I spoke again. “How about you meet us here same time tomorrow to let us know?” I suggested. “OK” said Jimmy. “Just don’t publish that footage, OK?” “Deal” I said. “If you don’t show up then I’ll tell my brothers to get on with it.” They both nodded, and then walked back to the trail and started to run towards the base. Marcus and I watched them go, then turned to each other and smiled. That was too perfect and too easy, but it was two more off my list. I didn’t say anything out loud about it, but I decided that if they did come back the next day then I’d find some way to get Evan and even Frank involved. But for now, we could go back to the hotel to have some lunch, chill for a bit, and then decide where wanted to go hunting next…

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The club was also in walking distance, and when we got there we knocked on the door, gave the password to the guy that opened the hatch, and then we were in. Anticipating it might be a bit sketchy and with few facilities, I’d left all the bling at the hotel and only brought out what I would need for secret filming and lots of sex. I was quite up for giving and taking loads even if we didn’t add to our tally of soldiers behaving badly, so my hole was prepped and loosened before we set out. We had both brought balaclavas this time. The club was indeed quite skanky, but there were enough small rooms, gloryholes and larger playrooms for a decent crowd to have some fun. We stripped out of our outer clothes and left them on a bench in the largest playroom, and then went off to have some fun. I kept a long sleeve T-shirt on to hide my tattoos, with just a jock, my trainers and the balaclava otherwise. There were a couple of older guys fucking at the edge of that room, and a twink was being used by a third older guy in a sling. No-one else seemed to be around, and as I was in the mood for a cock up my arse, we went into an empty playroom so Marcus could fuck me for a bit. After a few minutes of doing this, a big man appeared next to us, and my stomach did a little jump when I felt Marcus stop thrusting and speak. “Nice schlong” he said in his funny voice. “You want to take over?” Marcus pulled out, and a moment later a new cock entered me and the guy began to pound me hard. “Fucking good hole” the guy growled. I did not need to see his face to know who this was. Between the cock in me and the voice from behind, I knew I was being fucked by Frank Cooper. He was as close to a bully as we had in the barracks, and was one of the first to use me. He was a brick shithouse of a guy, and his fucks were always rough and angry. But over time I came to the conclusion that his attitude was just a cover for the fact that he was probably gay, and his self-loathing came out in how he treated everyone else. I pitied him, but even with my own build I knew I had to put up with his advances as he could have easily beat the shit out of me otherwise. “You!” he barked at Marcus, after suddenly stopping his hard thrusting into me. “Get back there and fuck me.” Oh my fucking god. Frank took it up the arse. Frank was indeed fucking gay, and now he was about to make himself the meat in a poz sandwich. Why the fuck was I bent over in a position where I wouldn’t be able to watch this with my own eyes? Marcus slid into him without any resistance, but Frank immediately started thrusting and took full control of the whole thing. He started to groan and swear as he plundered my hole while impaling himself on Marcus, and in no time he swelled up inside me and blew his load. I contorted my body to pull away from him, and then stood beside them as Frank leaned against the wall and got fucked. He was going to take Marcus’s poz load, and mine too if I could get in there afterwards, but I felt no guilt about that. Anyone who deliberately takes raw cock in a place like that club needs to be on prep, poz already, or willing to live with the consequences. The fact that the guy had used me for years whether I wanted it or not only added to my feeling that he would get what was coming to him, and it was with a great deal of satisfaction that I pushed into his cum-filled hole as soon as Marcus had withdrawn. I pounded Frank as hard as he had always fucked me, but that seemed to be exactly what he wanted. Between the earlier stimulation from when he bred me, along with how horny the situation made me, I didn’t last long inside him and soon added my poz load to his hole. He left the room we were in immediately, but not long after we could hear him moaning and groaning from one of the other playrooms. We followed the sound, and found Frank bent over against the wall again with an older guy ramming into him. That was when I got an idea, and motioned to Marcus to stay put. I grabbed our stuff and took it to an empty private room, where I quickly set up a GoPro and then hid it under our clothes. I checked the live stream on my phone to make sure it was still capturing the scene even though the camera itself was well hidden. I also positioned myself in every way I could think of to make sure the camera was basically invisible, and then we would just have to hope that Frank did not thrash out and knock the clothing away from it. Marcus and I could probably just about take him together if he got violent, but none of us would come out of it well. I went back to the other room, and the guy fucking Frank had accelerated and was clearly about to blow. When he did, and as I had hoped, there was no-one else around to take over. “You want more loads man?” I said, putting on a voice in case he recognised my normal one. “Fuck me” Frank growled. “Not here” I said. “Got a room.” Marcus and I quickly turned and walked out of the playroom, and a moment later Frank followed us. I pointed into the room, and he went in and got down on all fours on the mattress. I went in next and squeezed down the side to get on my knees next to his head, pointing my cock at him. “I don’t’…” he muttered, looking at my cock. “You want more loads or not?” I interrupted. He stared at my cock, and then opened his mouth. I shuffled forward and he hesitantly took the tip into his mouth. I waited until he had properly engaged, and then nodded towards Marcus. He then got down on his knees behind Frank, and with the door still wide open, pushed his cock into the gaping cummy hole. Frank moaned as he was penetrated again, and then properly started to suck on my cock as Marcus began his steady thrusts. He did so with his left hand on Frank’s hip, leaving his right hand free to reach over and pull his phone out of the pocket of his trousers. He made sure the sounds and flash were off, and then took some photos and video from above to add to the footage the GoPro was capturing from the floor of the corner of the room. I had no fucking idea what we would do with it afterwards, such was the risk of Frank violently lashing out if we threatened him in person, but it was good to get this on film even if we just satisfied ourselves with having blown some poz loads in the guy as retribution. Having already blown a load, Marcus spent a long time fucking Frank before he reached his second orgasm. As he accelerated and started muttering expletives, Frank let my cock go from his mouth and began egging his fucker on to breed him. I knew the GoPro would be capturing his face clearly as he did this, which caused my dick to harden even more. This meant I was very ready to change positions once Marcus yelled out and slammed inside Frank for a final time, but I made sure we did this carefully to avoid disturbing the camera. Once I was inside the guy, I watched Frank hungrily take Marcus’s cummy cock into his mouth, any hesitation about doing oral long gone. I managed to repeat what Marcus had done, stealthily getting my own phone out to shoot some photos and videos from above, and then focused on fucking another load into the complete closet-case on all fours in front of me. He was hungry for it, bouncing back on me to meet each thrust, and I failed to show the stamina that Marcus had. I roared out as I shot my toxic load into Frank’s hole, panting as I came down from the orgasm. We had all we would need on film, so Marcus shifted over to sit on the clothes to remove any risk of the camera being uncovered as Frank got himself up and out of the room. He didn’t even look at us as he exited, marching back off towards the playrooms. As we rested in the private room, we could hear him again from elsewhere in the club which made me smile. I got my phone out, Marcus moved over and then got the GoPro out from under the clothes, and I set about saving the recording and uploading it to the cloud. That took a while on a data connection, but once it was done we grabbed our things and left the room. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to stick around, but curiosity got the better of me and I motioned for Marcus to follow me as we headed to where Frank was now yelling out swear words. He was in a different playroom than before, and had got into a sling. What made me harden quickly was seeing that his ankles were not just resting in hoops, but had been put into leather cuffs and secured to the chains. An older man was fucking him, and either Frank hadn’t seen or didn’t care about the biohazard tattoo the guy had on his lower back. I nodded to Marcus, and we went round either side of the sling. Frank had his arms up and was gripping the chains while staring at the man who was pounding away inside him, allowing us to take hold of the leather cuffs chained up there too and quickly wrap them round Frank’s wrists and secure them before he had a chance to react. “What the fuck?!” he yelled, looking between us as the guy rammed him. We didn’t say anything, just standing back and watching as Frank struggled against the restraints. He was locked in place though, and stopped writhing when he knew there was nothing he could do despite his muscle mass. He slumped in place and took the rest of the fuck quietly, just staring at the older man when he slammed in and let out a howl as he bred the soldier. He then pulled out, grabbed a dirty towel off the bench to wipe his cock, and left the room. Marcus went over and closed the door behind him, and then came back to stand next to the immobilised Frank. I nodded to him, and we both started taking off our T-shirts. We also then pulled off our balaclavas, and Frank’s eyes went wide as he recognised us. “Frank” I said with a grin, “good to see you again.” “Ballard!” he growled. “What the fuck are you doing here?” “Mostly fucking you” I replied. “All that time in the barracks with you fucking me, when I could have been returning the favour.” “Fuck you!” he yelled. “You already have” I said. “Maybe it’s time for us to have a third go with your sloppy hole.” “Don’t fucking touch me!” he said. “Or what?” I asked. “I’ll fucking kill you” he said. “I’m sure you will” I replied, sneering at him. “But first, let me just show you something.” I went over and got my phone, pulling up the video the GoPro had taken. I slid it along past all the time it was just filming an empty room, until the point Frank entered. Then I pointed the screen at him and let him watch as he took my cock into his mouth before being impaled by Marcus. I skipped on to the part where he was begging to be bred, and then pulled up the video and photos I had taken from above. “Already in the cloud” I said, “and I’m sure my brothers are jerking off over it right now. They’ll upload it in an hour unless I tell them not to.” Frank stared at me looking more petrified than I had ever seen him. “What do you want?” he quietly asked. “I think I’ve already got what I wanted” I said. “So maybe we should just focus on getting you more of what you want.” Marcus grinned at me, and then went back to open the door and left the room. In no time he came back with a couple of guys, one of whom rushed over to stand between Frank’s legs and then pushed his long cock inside. Although Frank clearly wanted to act defiant, he could not maintain that as he succumbed to the pleasure and intensity of taking another fuck, and by the end of it he was begging for the guy to breed him. The other man then stepped up, and I smiled as I noticed the scorpion tattoo on his shoulder blade. He had barely slid inside Frank when two more men came into the room, both younger jocks in harnesses, who patiently waited their turn to breed the guy. This gave me an idea, and I began to boot up the various apps and websites to post adverts about a trussed-up soldier taking loads at the club, for anyone who knew where this place was and how to get in. Crucially I made it clear that all loads would be taken, no questions asked, and added a biohazard emoji to the posts. Marcus and I stayed there for another couple of hours, both breeding Frank two more times each, watching him take countless more loads, and even getting a couple ourselves. We eventually decided to leave as we were tired from the long drive up, but Frank was still in the sling with plenty of guys waiting around for a chance to breed him. God knows what time he got out of there himself, but when he did so his hole would have been gaping, his innards coated with numerous toxic loads, and his world changed forever by the knowledge that we had his true self captured on film. I smiled as I thought about this dramatic turn of events, while I drifted off to a happy and satisfied sleep.

Marcus came over for the next few Saturdays, always spending the night with us even if he actually slept alone in our guest bed. Justin was around on a couple of those and enjoyed getting to fuck around with another muscle hunk the same size as the two of us, and Luke would join in after his bar shift. The twins were there for a couple of the nights, and they and their gorgeous boyfriends also had a lot of fun participating. I kept it to just our household though, and mostly it was me and Marcus alone just fucking each other a lot. Marcus had ordered a couple of chains for himself as he got off on borrowing the twins’ spares for our sessions, though he admitted that mine were a bit much to take when I put them on him for a fuck on one occasion. He began his conversion on a Wednesday after a few weeks of coming to see me at weekends, managing to send me a basic text that said Kevin and Leo were looking after him. He didn’t come over that weekend, which was helpful as Grant wanted me and Justin to do a film with a two real-life firemen, an actual couple who were getting into risky sex, so we got that arranged for the Saturday night instead. It was pretty hot to both fuck and be fucked by them while they were wearing parts of their uniforms, and it was also a thrill to see Justin so unashamedly showing his face on camera now. Marcus showed up the next weekend, and we spent a long time talking about things. He had admitted to Kevin and Leo what he had been up to, and while they thought he was reckless for having deliberately got himself pozzed, they could understand and of course were able to offer their own insights for him in what life would now be like. He was pretty relaxed about it all in himself, and said he had actually had a couple of really good hook-ups closer to home since he had recovered from the fuck flu. We did of course have some more sex, but we mostly spent the night talking which was actually really nice. It was at breakfast that I decided to talk to Marcus and some of the others about the idea that had been brewing in my own head. While being reunited with my old battalion mate had eased my thoughts a little, I still felt like I had unfinished business with the army. Working to give Marcus what he needed had shifted those thoughts to something more specific, and decided to tell everyone about what I was planning to do. “There’s no fucking way those guys who used to breed me are just wanking themselves now” I said. “Every one of them found some stupid way to convince themselves that they weren’t cheating on their wives and girlfriends by fucking a guy, and I bet they all started doing it again once the heat had died down from my discharge.” “Yeah, probably” said Justin. You reckon there’s a new cumdump in the barracks?” “Doubt it” I said. “No-one is gonna take that risk after what happened to me.” “So how then?” asked Marcus. “My bet is that they’re going somewhere in town” I said. “Not a club or bar where someone might be watching, but I bet there’s somewhere. I think I need to find out where.” “And then what?” Luke asked me. “So many of those fuckers threw me under the bus to save their own arses” I said, feeling the bitterness rising in me again. “It’s time to make things right and get some payback.” It took some organising, but me and Marcus both managed to get a week off from our jobs at the same time. In the lead-up to it, Luke and Justin kept asking if I was sure about it, worried that I would come to harm or do something I might regret later, but I kept reassuring them that I would be sensible and not endanger myself. I hired a car for the week, went to pick up Marcus from a station on his train line that was near the motorway, and then set off on the long drive. We chatted for most of the journey, stopping for lunch and a cigarette break at some services on the way, but we both went quiet as we exited the motorway and got onto the familiar roads leading to the base. Before we got there we pulled into the Premier Inn we had booked for the week, getting checked in and then deciding to have a drink at the bar. This chilled us out, and we then felt ready to go and get showered and changed so we could get on with scouting out what might be going on. What I hadn’t told anyone is that I already had quite a bit of the info I needed. I had called Grant and explained my plan, and being the kind of man that he is, he had eventually come through for me by means of a couple of contacts he had who knew this town. From them I had got all the details of the cruising spots, but also a key bit of intel about where the local guys knew they could hook up with soldiers. There were two unofficial, unmarked, unlicensed clubs in the industrial area near the base that supposedly had regular visits from men who everyone suspected were soldiers in civilian clothes. Grant’s contacts had never been, but knew the owner of one of them and had managed to get us the location and password. I told Marcus all of this as he got dried and dressed after his shower, explaining that I thought Luke and Justin might feel better if they assumed we were going to be on an unsuccessful wild goose chase up here. We decided to first check out the cruising spots, starting with those that were within walking distance so that I could have a break from driving as well as some more drinks. We first had another beer in the bar, and then headed out to see what we could find. The nearest location was in a wooded park that we had both known a bit from before as it was a favourite place to go for a run, so that’s where we started. However, rather than the familiar paths and playing field, we went off into the wilder areas until we seemed to be in the right sort of area. Sure enough, after waiting around for a bit hidden from most directions by a large holly bush, we saw a couple of men arrive and start hanging around nearby. They seemed to be together, and just leaned against adjacent trees to have a cigarette or two. Then a third man turned up, his face hidden by a hoodie, and we could hear the low murmurs of a quick conversation. Then one of the original men turned around, undid his trousers and pushed them down, and then leaned forward against the tree to stick his arse out. The man in the hoodie stepped up behind him, and the fucking began. The other guy was looking around to make sure they were safe, so we just watched from our hidden location. However, the top was fucking so vigorously that his hood eventually fell back off his face, and Marcus reached out and gripped my arm when we both recognised the man as Harry “Potter” Jones. Supposedly straight, girlfriend at home, and the reprimand on his record for having been one of the guys who fucked me long since forgotten. Unfortunately for him, I had come equipped for some stealthy surveillance. I reached into my own hoodie pocket and pulled out the compact superzoom camera I had bought, turning it on and extending the zoom completely from underneath my top to muffle the sound before I pushed the lens through a gap in the leaves and began to film. Harry’s face was clear as day, and within a few minutes I captured him yelling out as he bred the guy he was fucking. He swiftly pulled back, did up his trousers, and then went to pull up his hood as well. However, as he did so he looked right in our direction, not seeing us but giving me a fantastically clear full-face shot. Then he was gone, and we watched as the guy who had been on lookout dived down behind the other one and felched out the load. We stayed for a bit longer but no-one else came by, and eventually the two guys left and then we followed suit a few minutes later. “One down” I said to Marcus, with a grin. “Let’s try the toilets next” he said, grinning back at me. We walked across the park to the entrance on the other side, just outside which was a rank set of public toilets that still worked but no sane person would go inside. Our plan here was a bit different, with Marcus pulling on a balaclava so he could be the bait. I hid from view in a bush just inside the park, and we connected to each other on our phones. He hid his inside his pocket, and had decided a word neither of us ever used but which would be appropriate for the situation would be the code for when I should make a quick entrance, namely ‘schlong’. After we’d been in our positions for a while a small older man went in, and I could soon hear the sounds of Marcus being fucked but without the codeword being uttered unsurprisingly. But not too long after the first breeder left, someone of a bigger build in a hoodie went inside. “Yeah, that’s a nice schlong” I heard Marcus say in a funny voice, and I knew we had our next catch. I waited until the sounds of fucking began, and then I exited the bush and quietly walked to the toilets. We had tested the door and found it didn’t creak if opened slowly, so I very gently pushed it aside and then tiptoed into the foul-smelling room. I slowly closed the door behind me, and then tiptoed the rest of the way to the stall where I knew the activity was taking place. I had a GoPro already filming and attached to a selfie-stick, which I raised up slowly so it could catch the scene playing out in the stall. I had set it to live stream to my phone, which I carefully fished out of my pocket to make sure I was filming well. I was, and it took a lot of restraint to not react to what I saw. Evan “Almighty” Peters was bareback fucking Marcus in long deep strokes, his hoodie sitting on the toilet seat so he was in full view of my camera. Even with the top-down view that distorted his face, the tattoos on his arms and shoulders were unmistakable. Yet another of the bastards who had thrown me under the bus, potentially sealing his own fate as he cheated on his wife with an anonymous hooded man in a public loo. The reason I decided he was only potentially sealing his fate is because I decided not to leave. I stopped filming, uploaded the footage to the cloud in case he tried to get out of this by breaking something, and then I stepped back and leant against the sink. This made a noise, and the fucking sounds stopped. I stayed still, and eventually Evan resumed his pounding of Marcus. I patiently waited until I heard the sound of him panting as he blew his load, and could not suppress a grin from forming on my face as I listened to him getting his trousers up and hoodie on. He unlocked the door and came out, stopping dead in his tracks when he saw me there grinning at him with my arms crossed. “Hey Evan” I said. “Long time, no see.” “Ballard” he stammered. “What the fuck?” “I think the fuck was someone you know” I said, watching Marcus pull off his balaclava behind Evan after he’d done up his own trousers. Evan turned slowly like he was overacting in a horror movie, and then staggered sideways when he recognised Marcus. He then just started looking between us, utterly panicked. “What the fuck is going on?” he whispered. “Thought we’d come up to see the place again” I said. “Neither of us got a chance to say goodbye properly.” “Ballard…” he began. “Please” I interrupted, “call me Bret.” “Er, OK, Bret…” he began again. “And the guy you just shot a load in is called Marcus” I said. “You know, in case you forgot.” Evan’s mouth dropped open, and his body went even more rigid than it had been. “Well, anyway” I said, “let’s talk about this a bit more. “First off, thank you for the fucking fantastic footage. Having your hoodie off really helped show off your handsome face.” “What?!” he squealed. “Oh, yeah, sorry, I forgot to threaten you in amongst us all getting to know each other again” I said. “You’re on film, uploaded and with my bothers already, before you try anything.” “You’re lying” he growled. “Nope” I said, fishing my phone out of my pocket and starting the video for him. “What the fuck do you want Ballard?” he growled, as he watched himself pounding Marcus on my screen. “Two things” I said. “Justice, and payback.” “What the fuck are you talking about?” “You fucking know what I’m talking about” I spat, losing the smug grin I had been sporting. “You fuckers threw a battalion mate to the lions to save your own cowardly arses.” “And now he’s back, and currently got you by the balls” Marcus added. “Listen, Ballard…” Evan began. “My fucking name is Bret” I growled. “Or you might try using Sir” Marcus said. “OK, OK” Evan said. “What do you want?” “As I said, justice and payback” I replied. “But I intend to use the payback to get the justice.” “What?” Evan asked. “It’s simple” I said. “I have what I need on film to get your reprimand turned into the dishonourable discharge that I got. But that would be justice on its own, and I’m more interested in a bit of payback that might dish out some justice in a different way.” “I don’t know what you mean” he said, starting to look a little defeated. “Let me spell it out for you” I said. “You fucked my arse more times than I can count, and now I want yours.” “What?!” he squealed. “Fair’s fair” Marcus said. “I’m not letting you fuck me!” Evan almost yelled. “Fine” I said, pulling my phone out. “I’ll just tell my brothers to go ahead and publish the footage now. They were going to do it later anyway if I didn’t tell them not to, but why wait?” “Wait!” Evan yelled. “What’s that?” I said, looking up at him. “Just wait” he said. “Please.” The poor guy tried in vain to reason with me, having no idea that I was lying about what would happen with the footage, and then in utter defeat he agreed to my terms. Maybe he thought he’d find some way out of it, but I fancied some fun before we went to check out the club later. So it was that Evan Peters found himself naked on a hotel bed, doing everything he could to maintain his dignity as he felt my cock slide into his virgin hole. I’d worked him open of course, not actually wanting to hurt him, and to his credit he took my whole length without crying out. But the crying out did begin, as my thrusts stimulated his prostate and introduced him to incredible pleasures he had never imagined he could feel. By the time I bred him he was putty in our hands, and Marcus slid in to add a second load. We had time after, so both gave him a second round before we told him to get his shit together and leave. “Oh, and Evan” I said, as he started walking towards the door. “There’s one more thing you need to do.” “What’s that?” he asked. “You’ll need to go to the infirmary and ask for a course of PEP, as soon as you can” I said. “PEP? What’s that?” he asked. “These” I said, pointing to the biohazards on my naked skin, “are a warning about what I’m carrying.” “What you’re carrying?” he asked, looking confused. “What do you…” “Yep” I said, when realisation dawned on him. “That.” He went white with horror, and then bolted for the door to the sound of me and Marcus laughing. I felt no guilt despite not normally going in for this, as he fucking deserved it and now had the opportunity to prevent it even if there was a chance of it taking. My fun was being had in the fact he would now have to have that particular conversation with the medics on base, and perhaps learn a lesson for the future. But, with all that done, it was time for me and Marcus to get ourselves ready for the next hunt. Two down, many more to go…

This is a spin-off from The Ballard Brotherhood, and our storyteller is the oldest brother Bret. ————— The cock that was plunging in and out of me was long and thick, and was just what I needed. Seeing Dad lying in a feverish heap at his flat had triggered something, and I had been in heat for the last two days. Not as bad as when Justin’s hole takes over, and even if he had a traffic cone shoved up there 24/7 it probably wouldn’t be enough, but I wasn’t far off. Luke and J had done their best, and even the twins and their hunky boyfriends had all had a go, but I was insatiable. So here I was, at the gym three hours before my shift, starting ‘work’ early. It was certainly doing the job, and I had no problem with how many hours I was going to be spending in the storeroom. The guy fucking me was called Paul, and I had smiled when I first saw the biohazard on his pec recently. The first time he’d fucked me he was relatively new to the gym, looking to lose some emerging flab and build up some muscle, all to try to make his girlfriend more interested in him than she seemed to be. Clearly frustrated at home, he had nervously come to the storeroom one day to seek a release after a good workout, and that had kicked off his other transformation. Why his girlfriend was not throwing him on the bed at every opportunity was beyond me given what he was packing, and he became one of my favourite visitors. But he got curious, bent himself over one day and asked to know what it felt like, and now he was a whole new man who just came across as being happy. All the months in the gym had given him a lean and rocking muscled body, and between our versatile sessions and the other mansex I was sure he was getting, he was now pozzed-up and looking to share. He was back to being a top with me, and I guessed this older bear guy I saw him with all the time was the one keeping him satisfied in other ways. I was quite happy with the switch, as his cock was just made to be plunged into a welcoming hole. But, as with all the fucks I had been taking since I saw Dad’s conversion had begun, my mind was wandering. I was loving the physical feeling of being fucked by whoever was inside me, as I always do, but mentally I was somewhere else. That somewhere varied, but with one thing in common: it would be at the barracks. I could be in bed at home, bent over against the gloryhole in the park toilets, or on the mat in the gym storeroom, but in my head I was in any one of the places I had found to use on the base for encounters with other members of my battalion. Sometimes I would even picture those guys, remembering what it felt like to be with them, hearing their grunts or mutters as they fucked me. I could vividly feel what I felt back then, from the pleasure of the fuck to the fear of getting caught, or from the desperate need for that kind of connection to another man to the humiliation of how most of them would look at me in disgust after they’d blown a load in my hole. I had woken up repeatedly over both of the previous nights having nightmares about the moment I was caught, the interrogations that followed, and the look on the colonel’s face as he declared I was dishonourably discharged. It didn’t take a fucking psychiatrist to see that I still had some shit to deal with from that time, however much I had found incredible happiness with my brothers, my friends, my job, and a whole lot of sex. Maybe seeing my dad finally happy and free with Gheorghe had allowed me to subconsciously put to bed my worries, regret and guilt over any role I had played in his unhappiness and eventual breakdown, and I was now moving on to focus on how I still felt deep down about what had happened to me in the army. The Universe was perhaps playing a game with me as well, based on what happened next. Emerging from the storeroom after the best part of ten hours of fucking and being fucked, having only stopped for loo breaks, cigarettes, water and snacks occasionally, I checked my phone and saw a text from a number I didn’t have in my contacts. When I opened it I stopped my brisk walking back to the flat to properly read it, as it was from Marcus “Aurelius” Bailey, a guy I had never expected to hear from again. I hadn’t seen him since he had disappeared from the barracks one day, and only later on had I found out he had tried to take his own life and ended up institutionalised. The poor guy was obviously gay, and as far as I could tell also had no interest in being in the military, but his domineering ex-SAS father cast a long shadow over his life and he had wound up enlisted with us at the base and engaged to a girl at home. It was too late when I finally cottoned on to how our antics in any private space we could find were fucking him up, and then one day he was just gone. But now he had got my number somehow, and was reaching out hoping to see me. He had once told me where his family lived, which is where I assumed he was now, but in the text he revealed he was actually living not far from us though he said no more about it. After getting over my shock at hearing from him, not just because I didn’t even know if he was still in a hospital but also because he’d got in touch right when I was re-living my own departure from the army, I replied to say I would love to catch up. I didn’t even get home before he sent another message, and he seemed so eager that I agreed to meet him the next day at a pub in town once I was done at the gym. When I arrived at the pub, I could see him sitting at a table outside with a nearly full pint of beer on the table. It was a bit chilly, but the pack of Marlboro Gold on the table told me why he was on his own outside rather than sitting indoors. His tight jacket made it obvious how ripped he now was, where he’d just had a fairly normal body when I’d known him. “Woah” he said, looking up at me as I approached his table. “Fuck me man, look at you!” From hurrying to get showered and changed at the gym, to the heating on the bus being set to Furnace Mode, I was a little overheated so had stuffed my long-sleeved T-shirt and hoodie in my gym bag and was just wearing a tight white T-shirt. My huge chain and bracelets were on full display, as were the tattoos on my arms, and I may have deliberately chosen to wear the tracksuit bottoms that left little to the imagination when it came to my thigh muscles, buttocks and crotch. “Hey Marcus” I said, choosing to use his first name rather than his surname or nickname like I would have done back in the barracks. “Fucking hell Ballard” he said, looking me up and down. “Bret” I said, causing him to look up at my face for a bit before nodding. “Bret” he said. “Wow, it’s good to see you.” “You too mate” I said. “Let me go get a drink.” I went to the bar and got a pint, ordering some chicken wings and chips as well to be brought out later, and then went back outside. I sat down at the table, got out my cigs and lit one, then relaxed into the chair and looked at Marcus. “Those chains are fucking mental” he said. “You like?” I asked, with a grin. “Yeah” he said. “They suit you.” We got to talking, initially about me and what I was up to these days. He knew about my discharge, so I just told him about a partial version of my life now. The gym, a hunky policeman boyfriend called Justin, and being happy. I left out Luke and my brothers, the pozzing, and the fact that I probably still had the remnants of several loads I had taken in the storeroom that day clogging up my hole. Parts of the biohazards on my biceps were visible if he understood what they meant, and the rest could wait until later. I was of course eager to hear about his own life, but recognised he needed time to get to that. But he did start talking eventually once we were on our third round of beers. He admitted to having attempted suicide, and that he was humiliated about it and for a few weeks after was angry that it had failed. He said only a bit about life in the hospital, noting it was where he had started working out like crazy as a way of getting the anger out of his system. Through a lot of therapy he had come to accept his sexuality, and realise that his father was an extremely toxic influence on his life. The two attempts at counselling sessions with his father had ended with the older man storming out in a rage, and that it was his mother’s older brother Kevin who had come to his rescue. The man was himself gay, and while he no longer saw the wider family regularly as a result of Marcus’s father’s rampant homophobia, Marcus’s mother had reached out to him for help. Marcus was eventually discharged to his care, putting him in a safe and supportive environment over a hundred miles away from his father, and that is where he was still living. Kevin and his husband Leo were his unofficial mentors, helping him to find a new path in life. He was now working as a security officer at an office building, and taking evening classes to get some A-levels so he could think about having an actual career of some kind. “Lately I’ve just been thinking about you a lot though” he said. “I don’t mean in that way, just that we were close and then for you I must have just disappeared.” “Yeah, you did” I said, “but when I found out about some of what happened, I got it.” “I’m sorry” he said. “I guess I just wanted to look you up, let you know I was actually OK, but also see how you were after everything that went down.” “I’m happy” I said. “And yeah, it’s good to finally know what happened to you. I’m glad you’re in a better place.” We continued chatting, with him admitting he had only had a handful of encounters with men and none of them had been particularly enjoyable. For some reason, possibly related to how many drinks I’d had, I decided to reveal more about my love and sex life, and he sat with an open mouth as I told him about Luke, the twins, the builders, the storeroom, the films, and my status. But I knew it was fine, when he moved one of his hands down into his lap and then did not do a very good job of hiding that he was touching his balls and hardened cock. That was as far as it went that night as an alarm went off on his phone that told him he needed to leave to get the last train home, but he texted while on board and again the next day saying how great it was to see me. I threw caution to the wind after that morning text to see if he wanted to meet up the next weekend on the estate, and he eventually replied to say that sounded good. I had the flat to myself, as Luke was on his normal evening duty at the bar, Justin was on a late patrol shift, and the twins had gone off with their builder boyfriends to all be gangbanged for Grant’s latest film. I got in some food and drinks, and then cranked up the heating a bit so it would be warm enough for me to just be topless and wearing only my tight running shorts indoors. We never got round to eating the food, as the sight of my tattooed body, big chains and bulging shorts had an immediate effect on Marcus. A few shots of rum loosened him up, and when I fetched some of the still pretty huge chains the twins had stopped wearing in favour of bigger pieces they’d bought themselves, putting Marcus in those for a joke only got him hornier. Realising he was intrigued, I let him touch the various biohazards inked on my skin until he admitted that he had been reading chasing forums for a while since finding out Kevin and Leo were both undetectable. He had not been able to stop thinking about me and my brothers, and had found and joined Grant’s website so he could watch the films. “So what do you want to do?” I asked, when he was back touching one of my biceps and our faces were close together. “Fuck me” he whispered. “I want you to fuck me.” “You sure?” I asked. “Yes” he said. “I need you inside me again.” He had known what might be happening, so was already loosened from the plug he’d worn on the train and only removed in the toilets at the Dragon after quickly stopping in for a few shots of whisky for courage before he came over. I still gave him the full foreplay treatment so that he was begging for it, and then slowly slipped my full length into him. Where he had been unsure and anxious whenever I’d fucked him on the base, now he was just eager and needy. His ripped body writhed and sweated as I reamed him out, and it took no time at all for me to drop the first load in him while he had a hands-free orgasm of his own all over the bed. I was prepared for a regretful, panicked freak-out to follow, but all I got was a fellow ex-soldier dying to be fucked again. The second fuck was missionary, the third had him riding me while I lay on my back, and the fourth was in the shower with him bent over against the tiles. By that point I was mindful that Justin and Luke would be arriving home soon, but Marcus seemed not to care as he was completely letting himself go for the first time in years. They arrived home together while I was bouncing up and down on Marcus on one of the sofas, letting his cock have a bit of a workout for the first time that night. My two lovers knew to expect him to still be there, and after doing quick introductions we recognised that any proper social stuff would have to wait for the breakfast table. Over the course of the next few hours, every dick went in every hole, and my former battalion mate was filled to the brim with poz loads.

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