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An excellent start of a story! I love that it includes characters from other stories on BZ. If you have not read the stories with Ric and Mateo from @chi4loads, I highly recommend that you do so. It's well worth your time! @Van2mandoes a superb job of integrating Ric and Mateo's connection with Matthew, the current protagonist, while setting the "stage" for Matthew's story/adventures. He has already given us a brief timeline for Matthew, and this allows him some latitude (if he chooses) to return to previous times in Matthew's life to add context to future events. The chapter ends with the return of the first (& only?) poz guy to fuck his toxic cum into Matthew's unprotected ass. How will Matthew react/behavior? Will he have dreams of this guy, Keith Connolly, Ric, and Mateo fucking their poz loads into him and ushering him into the Brotherhood? Only time will tell...Well done, @Van2man!

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I was actually out taking loads all day and night on the 15th. I would love to have taken your beautiful cock and cum. I'll try to hit you up next time I go out.

Part 2 Kevin woke up the next morning when the light in his room came on. He had had a very bad night. The events had been running through his head all night. There was a knock on his door and the instructor came in. He had brought a jockstrap, shorts, and a wife beater. I2: Good morning, Kevin. Put these on and then follow me to breakfast. Kevin looked at the jockstrap and wondered why he had to wear it. He couldn't wear underwear either. But to avoid making a scene, he put on the clothes and followed the instructor to breakfast. Again, they walked through several corridors until they arrived at a dining hall. Kevin saw Zack already sitting at the table with a tray in front of him filled with a big breakfast. K: Good morning, Zack, I guess. Z: Good morning to you too. Yeah, that's right, I'm Zack. You must be Kevin. The others arrived too, and the instructors brought each of them a tray with their breakfast. They got to know each other a little better over breakfast, but they didn't talk about what had happened to them the previous day, probably out of embarrassment or fear that they would be shocked again. Because each of them had a similar collar around their neck. Kevin wanted to ask about it anyway. K: Is anyone bothered by their new necklace? The others looked at each other and before they could say anything, they were interrupted by the instructors who came to collect their trays. I: Go to your instructor and he will give you your vitamins for today. Kevin wasn't exactly the brightest, but he could make the connection here. Everyone had to take vitamins, and most likely the same ones. He went to his instructor, who had a cup of liquid, two pills, and a bottle waiting for him. The instructor opened the bottle and poured it into the liquid. I2: The test also showed that you needed something extra, that is why you have the bottle. Kevin took the pills and at first thought he would not swallow them, but on the other side of the room he heard the instructor ask Zack to open his mouth and shortly after that Zack hit the floor. He saw Tommy try to help and how he also got a shock and hit the floor. Kevin knew immediately that resistance was futile and that he had no choice but to take the pills and drink the liquid. After showing his empty mouth to his instructor, he was taken to his room. Zack was also in his room, still recovering from the shock he had just received, and he too had been instructed to take a shower. But Zack did not want to do this; he resisted what the instructors asked of him. Even though the day before he had also been on his knees, sucking off the chief and swallowing his cum. During the night, Zack had decided that he would not participate in this game and allow himself to be used and transformed into a cum-sucking guy. He had not applied for this. His instructor had just entered, looked at him, and Zack was shocked again. I 3: You didn't do what you were asked to do, Zack. You need to obey better if you want to keep working here. I don't want to do that at all, Zack thought to himself. But if he wanted to escape, he would have to make sure he didn't get too many more shocks like that because they were exhausting him. Zack also began to feel the effects of the pills and the drink he had been forced to take right after breakfast. He had tried to deceive his instructor, but his instructor saw right through him. I 3: Follow me, Zack. Zack against his will got up and followed his instructor, and with every step he took, he felt less and less control over his thoughts and began to float more and more. When he sat down on the chair in the room, he was completely in the grip of the G, and the Viagra gave him a huge hard-on. Zack looked at the screen in front of him and a porn movie started playing. Zack tried to resist, but his inhibitions were completely gone due to the chemicals coursing through his body. When the master chef entered the room, Zack knew what time it was. He would be forced to perform sexual acts with a man, and that was something he did not want. J: Get down on all fours, boy. Zack refused and remained seated in his chair. J: Get down on all fours, boy, and obey. Zack refused again. Master Chef pulled Zack by his hair and dragged him from his chair. Zack wanted to break free from Master Chef's grip, but Zack no longer had the strength or clarity to do so. J: I love breaking guys like you, boy. They all think they can fight their true nature. But when we're done with them, they're all grateful to us for letting them know their true nature. Z: Over my dead body. J: Hahaha, we'll see, boy. Suddenly, everything went black before Zack's eyes because he had just been hit hard with a fist. I 2: Take a shower, Kevin, and I'll come get you in 15 minutes. Kevin took off his clothes, got in the shower, and washed himself. Meanwhile, all kinds of thoughts were running through his head. He wanted to get out of there, but didn't know how to go about it. But Kevin didn't have much time to think about it because the instructor was back in his room while he was still in the shower. I 2: Time to go, Kevin. Kevin turned off the tap, dried himself off, and wanted to put his clothes back on. I 2: Just put on the jockstrap and follow me. Kevin's stomach churned; he could already guess what was going to happen. But he had no choice but to put on the jockstrap and follow the instructor. They walked back through a few corridors and as they walked, Kevin felt light-headed again and felt his cock start to swell and his stiffening cock start to pop out of his jockstrap. He wanted to tuck his cock a little better into the small jockstrap, but the instructor opened a door to a room and Kevin had to go inside, which came at the ideal moment because his head was spinning, he was getting extremely hot, and he was having trouble standing on his legs. He had to sit down on a chair in the almost empty room. Behind him was a curtain and in front of him was a large flat-screen TV. The instructor left the room, and as soon as the door closed, the TV started playing. It was a straight porn movie that started playing. Since Kevin sat down on the chair, he felt himself sinking deeper and deeper, and the movie he saw playing on the TV made him hornier and hornier. His dick was now completely stiff, and he started playing with it. It took a while, and without him noticing, the straight porn had suddenly turned into a gay porn movie, and he was still jerking off. Kevin was completely absorbed in the movie and had no idea what was going on around him. He didn't notice that a new chief had entered the room. The new chief took advantage of the moment to get some things ready, and when he was ready to take care of Kevin, he stopped the movie. Kevin looked around in a daze and saw a naked, muscular man with a big fat dick and a ski mask on. 😄 Call me chief, understood. Kevin nodded, he couldn't say much because the dose of G he had received today was larger than the previous one, as you could see from his reaction. The chief pulled Kevin upright and Kevin had trouble staying on his feet. He felt the chief caress his body with his hands, which turned Kevin on even more. The chief grabbed Kevin's head and looked deep into his flying saucers. 😄 Do you like that, boy? Do you like it when the chief strokes your body? Kevin wanted to resist, but he couldn't deny that he was enjoying it, so he bit his lower lip and nodded. The chief pulled his hair. 😄 Where are your manners, boy? K: Yes, chief, I like it a lot and it makes me horny. 😄 I thought so, slut. 😄 do you smoke, boy? Kevin had smoked a joint once or twice during his student days, but he was not a heavy smoker or user of narcotics. K: I've done it before, chief. 😄 Good. Do you know this? The chief held a glass pipe in front of Kevin's eyes. K: Yes, chief, but I've never used it. 😄 That's okay, boy. I'll teach you. The chief pushed the filled pipe against Kevin's lips and began to melt the crystals. 😄 Watch carefully, kid. When the bowl is filled with white vapor, you inhale it slowly and deeply into your lungs. You inhale the vapor for as long as you can and then hold it in for as long as you can. Then you exhale it. Understood? K: Yes, chief. Kevin was still flying high, but he didn't know what to expect. What would that smoke do to him? But he had no choice but to obey, because he was already so high that the boss could overpower him immediately, and even if he could overpower the boss, he still had that damn collar around his neck. The smoke began to form in the pipe, and the boss gave the signal for Kevin to start inhaling the fumes. Kevin felt the fumes enter his lungs and how it made him feel warmer inside. He held the fumes in as long as he could and then blew a thick white cloud into the room. 😄 Good boy, now a few more times. Kevin did as he was asked, and with each inhalation, he felt more energy entering his body, he felt warmer inside, and he felt even more like wanting sex. The dirty thoughts clouded his already corrupted mind, and Kevin found it extremely difficult not to give in to the animalistic urges that were the result of the smoke he had inhaled. 😄 That's it, boy. Now you're nice and horny, aren't you? Although Kevin actually wanted to lie and say no, his mind and body did the opposite. K: Hmmm, yes, chief. Ahhhhhh. Hmmmmm. I'm so fucking horny. Boss grabbed Kevin's head and started kissing him. Kevin, who was tripping hard, kissed him back passionately. Kevin was now completely lost, and when chief broke the kiss and pushed him down, he didn't need any more explanation. He licked his way down, licking the chief's nipples, and when the chief pushed him even deeper, Kevin smelled the chief's cock and his mouth filled with saliva because the smell made him crave the chief's fat cock. His lips touched the chief's pubic hair and then the foreskin of the chief's cock. 😄 You're doing well, boy. Show me how much you want to suck the chief's cock. Kevin opened his mouth without any trouble and felt a kind of relief when the glans slid past his lips and over his tongue. Kevin got down on his knees and took chief's entire cock into his mouth. He felt it get stiffer in his mouth and also felt the first drops of precum fall on his tongue. Kevin was completely lost. He surrendered himself completely to his animal urges and began to suck chief's cock with great abandon. 😄 Not bad, boy. You will indeed be a good addition to the team. The chef pulled his cock out of Kevin's mouth, leaving him disappointed. 😄 On all fours, boy. Kevin got down on all fours and felt the boss's hands on his ass. Normally, he would have been shocked and tried to defend himself. But after that master chief had fingered him yesterday and he was so horny, he let the chief do his thing and even started to enjoy the touches he was getting. The chief squeezed his ass and gave him a few playful slaps. Kevin began to moan softly, wanting to make it clear to the chief that he wanted more. 😄 Hmmmm. I see this ass wants more, boy. Do you want more, boy? Kevin moaned and nodded. 😄 I can't hear you, boy. K: Yes, chief. I want more. I need more. Kevin was deeply shocked by his answer and didn't really want this, but his body and mind had decided otherwise. 😄 I like to hear that, boy, and I'll make sure all your needs are met. Boss took a crystal and pushed it against Kevin's sphincter. Kevin felt the finger pushing against his sphincter and began to moan. B: Open your pussy, boy, and let that finger slide in. Kevin relaxed and pushed his sphincter out like a pro so that the finger and Miss Tina could slide in. Not long after, Kevin felt his ass start to burn again and a desire well up that he couldn't control or suppress. He started to whimper and had to let out the desire to have something in his ass. K: Something thicker, chief. I want something thicker in my ass. 😄 Is that so, boy? What did you have in mind? K: Just something thicker, chief, it doesn't matter. This feeling is unbearable. The chief opened the curtain and, miraculously, there was a fucking machine with a narrow dildo. The chief placed it at the height of Kevin's ass. Kevin felt a narrow rubber stick pushing against his sphincter. He knew what was about to happen and didn't care that he was about to be fucked by a dildo. If it would satisfy the desire and nagging in his ass, he could live with that. The boss poured some lubricant on his pussy and over the dildo. He pushed the poppers under Kevin's nose, and Kevin knew what to do. He sniffed the bottle several times through each nostril and felt an extra layer of horniness wash over him. His pussy relaxed and he heard the machine start up. He felt the dildo pressing against his tense sphincter. The Chief pulled the jaws of his ass open so that Kevin's sphincter also opened up a little more, and so the dildo drilled its way into Kevin's virgin pussy. Kevin felt a sharp pain at first when the dildo shot in, but it quickly disappeared and gave way to a new kind of pleasure that Kevin had never experienced before. It was much better than anything he had ever experienced. Kevin began to moan in time with the rhythm of the machine and felt the dildo drilling its way deeper and deeper inside him. 😄 Yes, boy, surrender your pussy completely and let it be opened up nicely so that you can get a real cock inside later. Kevin didn't hear what chief said, he was in his own world and was completely at one with his pussy, which was transmitting all the pleasure signals throughout his body. The chief pushed the machine forward a little more so that the dildo disappeared completely into Kevin's pussy every time he pushed forward and also set it to a faster speed. Then he put a chair in front of Kevin and sat down on it. Kevin smelled the chief's fragrant cock and the chief didn't even have to give any more commands. Kevin opened his mouth and greedily took the cock into his mouth and began to suck eagerly. 😄 Good boy, as a reward for your efforts, I'll let it run a little faster. The chief turned the machine up another notch and Kevin began to moan even more intensely from the pleasure this caused. Pre-cum began to drip from his own cock, falling in strings onto the floor. The chief saw that. 😄 Is it so nice, boy, that your cock is starting to leak spontaneously? K: Oh yes, Chief. This is so nice. Oh fuck. The Chief grabbed Kevin's head and pushed it onto his cock. 😄 Less talking, boy, and more sucking, boy. Dylan was also sitting on the chair waiting for his instructor to come in, but Dylan had been struggling with his feelings his whole life, and what he had experienced yesterday had opened his eyes. This was what he had been missing his whole life. When his instructor came in, Dylan spontaneously got down on his knees and begged to suck his instructor's cock. 😧 I want your fat cock and your cum, chief. Yesterday, I realized that this is what I've been looking for my whole life. I'm only here to serve real men. The chief looked at his student with a big grin. Sometimes they got a student who didn't need to be transformed but was by nature ready for use. C 2: I like to hear that, boy. Are you the whore we're looking for to pleasure our men when they come back from their hard work? 😧 Yes, sir. I still have a lot to learn because I have no experience, but this is really what I want. C 2: Stand up straight, whore, so I can inspect you. Dylan stood up straight and looked him over carefully. C 2: That hair on your chest and around your dick has to go, boy. A real slut is shaved bald, and you don't have a man's body. But that's okay because some of our men prefer feminine types to masculine ones. C 2: We're going to turn you into a sissy, boy. Then you can walk around in feminine panties and a skirt and wear some makeup. That wasn't really what Dylan had hoped for, but he didn't want to disappoint his instructor, so he nodded. C 2: Good answer, boy. Let's choose a new name for you. How about Daisy? Dylan nodded again. C 2: Good girl, Daisy. First, we'll shave you and give you your new look. 😧 Thank you, chief. Dylan felt himself getting hornier when the chief started shaving his hair and then put some lip gloss on his lips. C 2: We'll adjust your vitamins a bit so that later you'll start to feel more like a sissy. But now you can sit on all fours, Daisy, so I can break in your pussy. Dylan proudly sat on all fours and felt the chef push a crystal into his pussy and pour some lubricant on it. Then he felt the chef push his stiff cock against his tense sphincter and how the chef wanted to push his cock inside. Dylan started moaning in pain. Because even though his pussy was on fire and begging to be filled, his pussy had never been fucked before and it felt like it was going to tear. The chef saw the fear and pain in Dylan's body and didn't want to abuse his willing slut. C 2 We'll have to train your pussy gradually, sweetheart. 😧 Thank you, chief, I want so badly to be able to pleasure your cock with my pussy, but I'm afraid I'm not ready yet. The chef secured a narrow dildo to a table leg with a suction cup and Daisy had to fuck herself with that dildo. Daisy eagerly sat down and carefully pushed her ass back so that the top of the dildo pushed against her virgin ass. The chef guided the dildo a little so that it went smoothly, and without much effort, the thin dildo slid into Daisy's ass. The chef also stood in front of her, and Daisy began to suck the chef's cock with abandon. Until he came in her mouth. The chef pulled Daisy up and kissed her. C 2: Well done, girl. From now on, we will address you as girl or Daisy, understood? Your instructor will take you later so we can give you your new look and you will also get appropriate clothes so you can feel better about yourself and develop your new self. D : Thank you, chief. C 2: But you'll have to learn how to rinse, sweetheart, because look at what you left on your dildo. This is not acceptable, sweetheart. Daisy looked at the dildo and saw that there were brown residues on it, and she felt ashamed. 😧 Sorry, chief, I'll learn how to rinse. C 2: I'm sure you will, sweetie. I'll have the instructor give you some instructions so your pussy is always clean. The boss took out an ecstasy tablet. C 2: Here's another candy for you, because you did so well. The boss put it on his tongue and Daisy kissed the boss so she could swallow the ecstasy tablet. C 2: I'll also ask the chief to put some toys in your room so you can train your pussy yourself, is that okay, sweetie? 😧 Oh yeah, thank you, chief, then I can make sure my pussy is ready to be fucked next time. C 2: I hope so, honey. C 2: Oh yeah, and before I forget, you won't need your dick anymore, honey. We'll teach you how to enjoy yourself with your mouth and your pussy. The chief took out a penis cage and put it around Daisy's limp dick. Daisy looked at her imprisoned dick and it felt like it should be. C 2: That looks beautiful, baby. The boss and Daisy hugged and kissed each other some more, and then the boss left and the instructor came to get her for her metamorphosis. Kevin was still sucking his boss's cock and he felt that the end was approaching. Because the boss grabbed his head firmly and pushed him all the way forward. Kevin was still flying high and he couldn't deny that the dildo in his ass felt good. He was still torn because on the one hand he was convinced he was straight. But on the other hand, he enjoyed feeling a dick slide into his ass and found sucking dick and swallowing cum more enjoyable than he could ever have imagined. Kevin tasted how his mouth was being filled with the delicious cream that came out of the chef's cock. When the chief pulled his cock out of his mouth, he asked Kevin to open his mouth and show that he had swallowed his cum nicely. Kevin proudly opened his mouth and the chief saw that not a drop had been lost and that Kevin had swallowed everything nicely. The chief stopped the fucking machine and helped Kevin, who was still unsteady on his legs, to his feet. The chief kissed Kevin. 😄 You did well, boy. The chief felt Kevin's sphincter with his finger and felt that it had already loosened up a bit. 😄 Your ass is opening up nicely, boy. Before you know it, you'll be able to ride a fat cock and let your true self go completely wild. The chief looked at his finger and at the dildo of the fucking machine, and there was dirt on Kevin's too. 😄 You'll have to rinse yourself, boy. You don't want to get fucked with a dirty pussy, understand? Kevin felt shame rising and although he was still torn, he felt that he had to continue to undergo and explore this new experience to see if he was not different from what he thought. K: Sorry, chief. But I don't know how to do that. 😄 I'll tell your instructor to give you a instruction manual. K: Thank you, chief. 😄 That hair around your dick and on your ass has to go too, boy. Luckily you don't have any chest hair, otherwise that would have to go too. K: Okay, chief. 😄 I'll also tell your instructor to put some toys in your room so you can train your ass yourself. K: Thank you, boss. 😄 I have a reward for you, boy, because you did so well. The chief put also a ecstasy tablet on his tongue, gave Kevin another kiss, and then disappeared from the room. Zack woke up after the blow he had received. He had quite a headache and was lying on a kind of doctor's table, his legs in two stirrups. The kind of stirrups you find at a gynecologist's office. He wanted to pull his legs out and stand up to walk away, but he couldn't. His legs and body were strapped to the table. The G had completely worn off and he was completely sober. Then the master chef came back into the room. J: Ah, I see our rebel is awake again. Did you sleep well, sweetheart? Z: Don't call me sweetheart and untie me and let me go. J: Hahahaha, sure, we won't untie you, sweetie. You signed a contract and gave us permission to shape your body and mind however we want. J: So you have no choice but to submit and surrender completely to what we desire from you and how we envision your future life. Zack started screaming and shaking wildly on the table. Master Chef took out a remote control and pressed a button, giving Zack a slight shock Zack stopped shouting and lashing out for a moment and looked at the master chef with an angry gaze. J: That's better, boy. Hopefully we understand each other a little better now. The master chief slid his hands over Zack's naked body and played with his nipples for a moment. Zack still looked furious, but he knew that if he did anything, he would get a shock, so he held back his anger for the time being. J: Good boy. You'll learn your place. This is what we love to do. Show a rebellious boy his true nature, break him, and teach him his place. Zack couldn't control himself anymore and spat in the master chef's face. The master chief wiped the saliva from his face and licked it up. J: Hahaha. The master chief grabbed Zack's limp cock and squeezed his cock and balls hard, so hard that Zack screamed in pain. J: Let's behave ourselves, boy. Because I can hurt you in many ways. And give you pain you never thought existed. Zack wanted to shout no, but he couldn't control the pain anymore and surrendered. Master chief had won this round. Z: Yes, I'll behave myself. J: Yes, who? Z: Yes, master chief. J: That's better, you see, it's not that difficult. Master Chef stopped squeezing and Zack was able to catch his breath for a moment. Master Chef took a stand with a dildo attached to it and placed it in front of Zack's mouth, who turned his head away. Then he sat down on Zack's ass, which was easily accessible because his legs were in the stirrups. Zack felt his ass being lubricated and knew what was coming. Master Chef took a reasonably thick dildo and placed it against Zack's tense sphincter. J: Look, boy, either you cooperate and we'll make sure your transformation goes smoothly and painlessly, or you resist and we'll do it the hard way. That means without stimulation, narcotics, and with brute force. J: The choice is yours, but to give you a taste of brute force, I'll let you feel what awaits you if you don't want to cooperate. But know that the outcome will be the same, you will do what we want and desire from you. You can lie tied up for the rest of your life and be used so hard without enjoying it, or you can surrender and learn to enjoy it. J: Personally, I hope you don't surrender, because there are some men who get a kick out of causing you a lot of pain. So it's up to you, understand? Z: Fuck you. I'll never surrender. Master chief began to grin. J: As you wish, boy, we'll see how long you can hold out. Master Chef mercilessly pushed the dildo against the sphincter and felt the resistance it offered, but the sphincter was no match for the force Master Chef used, and the dildo shot through the first barrier and into Zack's ass. Zack started screaming in pain. Z: Stop, stop, fuck, that hurts. J: I'll only stop when you surrender. Master Chef showed no mercy and pushed the dildo all the way into Zack's ass, then pulled it out and rammed it back in without mercy. Zack couldn't take the pain anymore and begged him to stop. But Master Chef showed no mercy. Z: Tell me what to do to make you stop. J: Are you giving up already? Master Chef pulled the dildo out of Zack's gaping asshole. Blood and shit residue hung from the dildo. Master Chef looked at the dildo and then at Zack. J: I could be a bastard and force you to lick this dildo clean, but I'll give you a real chance to prove yourself. J: Start sucking the dildo in front of you and show me that you're eager to do it. Zack was completely exhausted from the pain he had just experienced, and although he was disgusted by the thought, he opened his mouth, straightened up as far as he could, and sucked on the dildo. Fortunately, he thought, it was a dildo and not the real thing. Master Chef cleaned the dildo in his hand, but was not impressed with what Zack was doing and pushed the clean dildo back into Zack's gaping hole with force. Zack cried out again and tried to suck on the dildo with a little more abandon. Master Chef saw the effort Zack was making and began to work Zack's pussy with the dildo a little more gently. But he could still see that Zack was struggling and had a hard time biting back the pain. J: I can give you something, boy, so you won't feel any more pain. Do you want that? Master Chef saw that Zack was torn. He saw that he was still furious and didn't want to give in to his situation, but he also saw that he didn't want to feel any more pain and wanted to say yes to the proposal. J: Okay then, if you don't want help, we'll move on. Z: Wait. Wait. What do I have to do to make this stop? Master chief stood up and Zack saw master chief's fat stiff cock and tears welled up in his eyes. J: Suck my cock and let me feel that you want to please me and I will reward you so that you no longer feel pain and your true self can come out. Zack started to cry, and Master Chief came to stand next to him. Zack saw the stiff cock in front of his mouth and turned his head away. J: Okay, as you wish. Master Chief was just about to withdraw to continue working on Zack. Z: Wait, I'll do it. Give me a moment. J: Okay, boy, but I don't have all day. I still have a few sluts to train. Zack opened his mouth and unwillingly took the glans into his mouth. J: Good boy. But I warn you, dare to bite or hurt my cock and you'll regret it. Zack saw the remote control in Master Chef's hands and knew he shouldn't try anything. He took another calm, deep breath and then placed his lips on Master Chef's shaft. J: Hmmm, yes, that's it, boy, spoil Master Chief's cock now and I'll reward you. Zack started sucking Master Chef's cock, tears running down his cheeks. Master Chef grinned, knowing it wouldn't be long before he broke this wild stallion's spirit. Master Chef let his recruit suck his cock for a while and saw that he was behaving himself. J: You still have a lot to learn, boy, but let's say you've earned your reward. Master Chef pulled his cock out of Zack's mouth, who was now trying to catch his breath. He saw Master Chef walk over to a table and pick up a few things. Master Chef stood next to him and Zack saw Master Chef put a tourniquet around his arm and rub his arm with an alcohol wipe. At first, Zack didn't quite understand what was happening, but when he saw the syringe, he immediately understood. Z: No, I don't want that. No, stop this. Zack started thrashing wildly on the bed again, but he hadn't counted on the master chef. The master chef pressed the button on his remote control and Zack was brought back to order by the shock. The master chief looked for another one and found a nice thick shiny vein. J: Now lie still, boy, or you'll find out what it means to be in pain. Zack gritted his teeth and watched as Master Chief stuck the needle into his body. He saw some blood enter the syringe and then looked at Master Chef. Z: Please don't do it. I don't want this. J: Be quiet, boy. This is your reward. You won't feel any more pain and your true nature will come out. You'll beg to have that dildo in your pussy. J: It will be over soon. You won't have to be so rebellious and suffer pain anymore. You will be able to enjoy yourself. Zack saw the contents of the syringe disappear into his arm. Master Chef removed the needle from Zack's arm and loosened the tourniquet. Zack felt his throat start to tickle and he had trouble breathing. He had to cough hard several times, he got extremely hot and was catapulted into the stars. Master Chef grabbed Zack's head and saw that his pupils had become large flying saucers. J: How do you feel, slut? Z: Fucking horny, a dirty whore. That's how I feel. J: Open your mouth, dirty whore. Zack opened his mouth and Master Chef spat into it and then kissed him. Zack was no longer in control and kissed Master Chief back like a willing whore. J: That's how I like it, dirty whore. Master chief sat back down between Zack's legs, took the enema, and emptied it into Zack's ass. Then he took a bucket and the last remnants of filth ran out of Zack's pussy. J: Now you have a clean pussy, whore, just as it should be. He took the dildo in his hands again and placed it against Zack's sphincter, and he saw that Zack had completely lost himself in his own horny world. Zack felt the dildo pushing back against his sphincter and he couldn't suppress his feelings. Z: Push it in. J: You're asking for it, dirty whore. Master chief pushed the dildo into Zack's gaping hole and felt that there was almost no resistance from Zack's sphincter, and he also heard Zack start to moan. Z: Fuck yeah. Master chief slowly began fucking Zack's ass and saw how Zack began to relax more and more and surrender completely to his horniness and the intoxication of Miss Tina. It didn't take long before the dildo slid like a knife through butter into Zack's pussy, and master chief heard how Zack was enjoying it. Z: Oh fuck, yeah. Fuck my hole. I want more. Fuck me harder. That was music to Master Chef's sick mind. J: Do you want to feel a real one, you dirty whore? Do you want to feel Master Chef's cock sliding into your pussy? Zack had completely lost control of himself and was completely captivated by the pleasure that took over him completely. His will and spirit were completely broken for a moment. Z: Oh fuck yeah. Fuck me hard. Z: I don't give a fuck how infectious your load is. Fill my cunt and fill it up. Master chief pulled the dildo out of Zack's cunt and stood up. He pushed his stiff cock against Zack's gaping cunt and shoved his cock inside. He felt some resistance because his cock was noticeably thicker than the dildo he had used on Zack. But Zack let himself go completely and surrendered completely. Z: Fuck yeah, this feels so much better than before. Fuck me hard and fill me up. Master Chef didn't need to be told twice and he started fucking Zack's pussy hard. He slapped Zack's ass a few times. He saw how Zack was moaning heavily and how he was enjoying it and no longer resisting. Master Chef fucked Zack for fifteen minutes and felt that he was about to cum. J: I'm going to fill your pussy with my infectious load, boy. My virus will transform your negative cunt into a pozz flower, and when we're done with your training, you'll beg for new strings of the virus and embrace your life as a pozz whore. Z: Fuck yes, Master Chef, fill me up and make me pozz. Make me a fucking pozz whore. Master Chef started shouting loudly and shot string after string into Zack's pussy. After catching his breath, he took a metal plug that he could control remotely and pushed it into Zack's gaping hole. Then he stood in front of Zack's mouth with his cock covered in blood and cum. J: Lick my cock clean, whore, and taste the cum that will transform you. Zack was still heavily under the influence and eagerly opened his mouth and sucked the dirty cock into his mouth. All inhibitions were completely gone and Zack licked Master Chef's cock completely clean. Then the master chef took a cock cage that was attached to a kind of harness. It was a harness that also protected the butt plug. This way, Zack couldn't play with his cock and couldn't remove the plug from his ass when he came to his senses. Then, just like with the others, he put an ecstasy tablet in Zack's mouth and left him alone. An instructor came to untie Zack and put him in a wheelchair. Zack couldn't stand on his legs after what had just happened to him, so the instructor took him to his room.

Absolutely! Started to put him on my list but it was getting too long.

Russel Tovey

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Browsing around the Internet regarding the topic of "aromas" and eye health, found the following WebSite: [think before following links] https://lederreiniger-online.de/en/blog/poppers-and-eye-health/ They happen to sell them also and no, have not ordered anything yet. Although, it sounds really tempting.

Wait? What? People making up shit on the interweb? No! Impossible.

Kit Connor Barry Keoghan Alexander Skarsgård Ben Affleck Andrew Garfield Jake Gyllenhaal Pedro Pascal Rob Gronkowski Joe Burrow Josh Allen Gosh ! So many! And I could probably make a list of top 100.

**This is a work of fantasy and fiction. Any similarity to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. Nothing in this work should be construed as medical advice in any way** The character of “Dr Matthew” appears in a couple of chapters of my previous story “The Ten,” and is briefly mentioned in another of my stories “Recharge: Nachladen,” about the Berlin sex party: [think before following links] https://breeding.zone/topic/77207-the-ten/ [think before following links] https://breeding.zone/topic/91253-recharge-party-nachladen/ “Ric” and “Mateo” appear in several of @chi4loads’ stories, including “Ric’s Freshman Year,” and,” and “Ric's 2nd Year At University,” with gracious permission from @chi4loads. Thank you! [think before following links] https://breeding.zone/topic/71582-rics-freshman-year/ [think before following links] https://breeding.zone/topic/75558-rics-2nd-year-at-university/ Dr. Matthew’s Slow and Gradual Conversion Growing up, Matthew Joon Hill was a total bookworm, fascinated by science and biology. Straight As in all scientific subjects matched with a quest for knowledge put him on the path to become a doctor. It felt to him that this is what he was meant for in life. High school flew by for him in 3 years as he got to skip a grade. He mostly ignored any taunts of “nerd,” or “faggot” from high-school bullies as he had his science books to escape into. First chemistry, then biology were fixations for him, and when it came time for college, having aced all his entrance exams, he had multiple schools trying to recruit him for a pre-med track. From all his studies, young Matthew J. Hill didn’t think he had any time for a social life, but once he got to college he discovered, to his surprise, that both guys and girls were attracted to him. Despite his middle name meaning “handsome” in Korean, he was fairly oblivious to the way he looked, but his ½ Korean, ½ Scandinavian heritage had made him fairly exotic among his lily-white high-school. Today, he might be called a “short king,” as he stood all of 5’7”, but he had a tight lean body from years of running track in high school – his only non-scientific activity. And so in college, he hadn’t thought of himself as attractive but one day early in his freshman year, his dorm neighbor Ric who lived down the hall, made a surprising admission to Matthew: “Matty, you know, Mateo and I think you’re really hot.” (Mateo was Ric’s boyfriend, and together, they had quite a reputation among the dorm for their sexual conquests). Matthew was vaguely aware of their exploits – one couldn’t reside in the dorm without hearing of their notoriety – but again, as he was basically blind to his own attractiveness, he went about his business with his nose buried in a book. The only time he wasn’t studying was when he would run on the school’s track - he had a routine of running 4 miles per day augmented with push-ups, squats, lunges and some exercises on the gymnastic apparatus in the middle of the track oval. Matthew the pre-med student never saw the inside of a gym but got in great shape on that track, his body burning energy while his mind concentrated on equations and formulas. “All that running you do, Matty, has put you in great shape, dude,” Ric said to him one night. Ric and Mateo were very explicit when it came to sex. If they wanted you, they flat-out told you – if you weren’t interested, they were fine with that and moved on. But if you showed any interest, they filled you in on the rest of their plan: they were both poz and unmedicated and their favorite thing to do was to spread it to anyone looking for what they called “the upgrade to HIV”. A few times, they would regale Matty or anyone around to listen with their tales of meeting up with chasers at the glory hole arcade on the edge of town. Apparently there was one cubicle there where all the chasers knew to go to get an anonymous poz load of sweet HIV cum delivered up their hole. “Anytime you want it, Matty,” we’ll be happy to help you into the brotherhood,” Ric offered that night. Matthew, still not convinced of his own sexiness, and being perpetually polite, shrugged it off. Of course, he knew from his studies what HIV could do to someone and although Ric and Mateo, as well as most all the guys in his dorm, would now and then catch a roving eye from Matthew, he felt he had no time for a social life and even if he did, he certainly wouldn’t do anything he felt was unsafe. It was with this history, of doubting his own sexiness and committed to science and the understanding of “safe” vs “unsafe” behavior, that pre-med student Matthew Hill became a strong advocate of condoms - and for sex he considered “safe.” He knew he was swimming upstream on this, as gradually HIV infection rates in L.A. were rising again, after years of decline, becoming the “in” thing to have among some gay men in Los Angeles. He even heard about guys getting tattooed to mark themselves as POZ. In fact, more and more guys he would see in the dorm’s shower area would be marked with bio-tats. Ric and Mateo, with their prominent tats, were real-life examples for Matthew of how attitudes had changed. He also heard this in Biology class from a Sociology Department guest speaker, explaining how “fatigue” of certain practices, be they vaccine-fatigue or condom-fatigue were taking hold in certain places, and how scientists had an obligation to try to break through that mindset. With this in mind, he decided he would become an Internal Medicine specialist with a medical practice geared toward gay men. As much as Matthew Hill believed in “responsibility,” and “safe-sex,” he wasn’t participating in any sex, safe or otherwise. A few fumbled encounters with a friend from high-school that really went nowhere, and once or twice he spied a guy in the dorm’s showers or in the locker room after his run, and his cock would grow hard and he’d yank it quickly to make the impulse go away with his load going down the shower drain. It’s not that he was impervious to sexual feelings, but he just wanted to dispense with them quickly so as not to detract from his studies. He said to himself there would be time after he gets his degree to find someone. One night, after a late run, Matthew heard Ric and Mateo entering the shower area, bringing a third guy into an adjoining cubicle. Matthew leaned his head to one side to better hear them over the running water: “Get ready to convert, pig,” Ric said. “Yeah, gonna infect your ass,” Mateo chimed in. “Yeah,” Ric continued,” we’ll start with the toothbrush treatment, then open up your hole with our poz dicks. You’re gonna love being poz!” “Mateo, you’re already pre-cumming like crazy,” remarked Ric to his BF. “Get that HIV seed into this pig’s hole.” As they were fucking the guy, Matthew was torn…On the one hand, as a dedicated medical student, he was disturbed that these guys were intentionally trying to infect this guy with HIV. As for the other hand, Matthew looked down and it was wrapped around his stiff cock and jerking furiously. “Will one fuck really do it”? he heard the guy breathlessly ask Ric and Mateo, who were taking turns on the dude’s pussy with their infected cocks. “Nah, probably not, Keith,” one of them replied. “We gotta fuck our toxic cum into you a few times for it to take. But when it does, you’ll be so happy. Nothing better or more powerful than spreading the gift.” “Here it comes, pig,” he heard Ric say over the sound of moans and running water. “Welcome to HIV.” Even if we don’t turn you tonight, it’s already turned you in your mind.” With that, Ric withdrew from the guy’s hole and Mateo immediately took his place. “Fucking that viral load from my boyfriend deep into you, whore,” he told the guy. “And here comes one of my own,” as he unloaded his HIV up the guy’s hole. For both Ric and Mateo, one cumshot was never enough, and they rearranged themselves and each went back up Keith’s ass for a second impregnation, and from what he could hear in the next shower stall, Matthew realized that Keith wanted to get HIV – it was his choice to pursue it. He was begging Ric and Mateo to “knock him up.” Matthew’s cock grew even harder and suddenly produced a huge hands-free load of neg cum, a bigger load than he ever thought possible, against the glistening tile and he watched it snake down the shower wall. These sessions with the guys and Keith became a regular thing, occurring two or three times a week, and after blowing a huge load just listening to them, Matthew would go back to his dorm room and try to fall asleep, even sometimes opening his biology textbooks to the section on HIV infection, but the intended effect of being repelled by what the textbook explained did not sink in. Instead, upon reading about transmission of HIV and the inevitable path to AIDS-status, his cock would get hard again, pulsing and throbbing for attention from his hand until another load of his cum shot forth. And when sleep eventually would arrive, images of being dominated by the infamous Ric and Mateo would invade his dreams as they toss him around between their hard toxic cocks. Instead of the never-seen Keith getting impregnated by them, it was he himself being deeply bred with pure unmedicated HIV loads, and then Matthew would wake up in a sweat and he’d discover his cock had blown yet another load during the reverie. Eventually, the shower sessions with Keith stopped. A couple of weeks later, he was eating his lunch and Ric and Mateo were sitting nearby - he heard them say “Keith got 2 lines on his test,” as they high-fived each other. In the waking hours of daylight, his thoughts occupied by science, Matthew was deeply horrified and ashamed at his apparent fascination with guys pozzing each other on purpose. Yet at night, once sleep came, he had the same dream of Ric and Mateo and now Keith (even though he had never met Keith) doing the same to him. Then, one night, after a boring Science Department function, where he, unusually for him, partook of a glass of wine, Matthew Joon Hill, the pre-med student, had an urge that wouldn’t wait until bedtime, and he found himself driving his car to the adult movie arcade Ric talked about. Summoning up his nerve, he ventured inside the establishment, paid the entrance fee and went forth into the dark. Lighted arrows on the dark floor being the only guidance, he made his way to a small room, basically a cubicle, and with the key they gave him upon paying, he opened the door and stripped off his clothes and wrapped a towel around his waist. “I’ll just look around, I won’t do anything,” he said to himself, his mind trying to convince his cock and hole which were yearning for man-on-man action, like he heard all those times with Ric, Mateo and Keith in the shower room. His cock was already rigid and tented up the towel. “Just taking a look around,” he reassured himself as he walked through the darkened rooms, lit only by the vintage porn playing on screens on the far wall. “Won’t do anything, just checking it out,” again he told himself. Moving into the glory hole area, Matthew stooped down to peer through the hole at crotch level. Nobody was there but he heard footsteps coming toward him. “OK, get out of here now,” his thoughts told him. But before he could leave, he felt a hand through the opening reach out and grab his hardening cock. Matthew trembled at the touch of another man, it had been so long since this occurred. He looked down and saw his cock as hard and engorged like it had never been. “Is that my cock?” he actually thought to himself “has it grown?” The hand continued holding his hard cock and Matthew wordlessly moved closer and put it through the opening. “This was actually happening”, he said to himself, as the man swallowed his rigid pole in one breath and was sucking on it furiously. Matthew’s mind went blank for a moment, and then he pictured the hot fuckers from the next shower stall, Ric and Mateo and Keith to be sucking him and swapping poz talk in the process. His cock reached the inevitable climax, shooting a huge load down the man’s throat. The guy greedily swallowed the load and inhaled the still-stiff member of Matthew’s as it shot the remaining few drops of seed. “You want the gift, dude? Turn around,” the man ordered, freeing his mouth from Matthew’s spent dick. In a haze, and without questioning, Matthew turned around and offered his hole to the opening in the wall. He felt the quick application of cold lube on his virgin hole and before he knew fully what was happening, the guy’s huge raw cock was inside him and pistoning in and out of Matthew’s cunt. A brief interlude of pain was soon replaced by a feeling he had never felt before, as the man’s hard cock pummeled his insides. His mind wavered between saying “make him use a condom,” and mental images of Ric and Mateo as he had heard them pozzing Keith. After a few minutes of this, he felt the man’s cock grow even harder and felt about 9 pulsations of warm seed flooding his hole. Matthew shuddered and shook as his own cock, now hard again spurted forth another load, hands-free, splattering the opposite wall of the cubicle 3 feet away. His cock had never felt so big, so engorged and he never shot a load like that before. Once the guy withdrew from Matthew’s virgin hole, the guy leaned forward to the opening and said to Matthew “Thanks, brother, enjoy that gift I gave you, hope it takes,” Looking back through the glory hole, he could just make out a bio-hazard symbol tattooed on the guy’s furry abdomen, just above his dripping cock, surrounded by 2 dark Xs tattooed around it. As the reality of what had just occurred started to sink in, Matthew hurried back to his cubicle, got dressed and was out the door of the sex club, walking to his car when it hit him. Just then, he saw the guy who had just loaded him also leaving and getting into a classic silver Mustang, parked under a street lamp, then he saw the license plate as well: PZZNGUP. “What did that mean, ‘the gift’?” he wondered. “Could that guy have been HIV positive?” “What did that bio-hazard tat mean?” The thought he might have just taken a toxic-poz load scrambled his mind as he drove, and he had to pull off the highway for a moment. His hand reached between his legs and felt his cock stiffening again. Clearly, he was feeling deeply conflicted between what he knew to be true on one level and what he felt deep inside. The next morning, he went to the Student Health Center for post-exposure meds, and in the light of day, he vowed to himself never to do that again, never to succumb to temptation, and never even to interact with Ric and Mateo again. The self-scare tactic worked, and indeed it worked for years. He had no further sexual encounters of any kind once he resolved to suppress those feelings. And with the same single-mindedness that got him through both high-school now college in 3 years, he graduated with high honors, and got into prestigious UCLA Medical School for 3 years of intensive study, followed by internship and residency and then he joined the thriving private practice of Dan Martinelli, MD in West Hollywood. In time, Dr Matthew, as all his patients, 95% of whom were gay men called him, found a boyfriend and even moved in with him for awhile. Jim and he only ever had condom-sex, and it often left Matthew unsatisfied, feeling like he was missing out on something. His loads, when he did cum, were weak dribbles rather than projectiles like that time at the arcade…that time he still thought about, all these years later. His work consumed him, though, and after 2 years, Jim moved out, telling Matthew he didn’t want to be with a workaholic anymore. And then, a few months later, when Dr. Martinelli wanted to retire from the practice and move to Palm Springs, Matthew had accumulated enough capital to buy the business outright, and the first order of business was to hire a few new nurses. He held interviews with many candidates in the conference room which looked over the parking lot. One day, a nurse candidate drove up and parked in front of big window, ready for their interview. Matthew looked at the next name on the list: Keith Connolly. Matthew watched him get out of a vintage silver Mustang and walk to the entrance. It was then he saw it. The guy’s license plate: PZZNGUP End of Chapter 1

How can you be so sure of this? My guess is that maybe a bit of those profits would trickle down to workers. But won’t most of it go to bonuses for CEOs and dividends for stockholders?

Indeed, direct blood contact pretty much seals the deal.

I love sucking dick. If I absolutely have to choose, I prefer open areas where I can kneel at the feet of the top and suck. I really love being watched, and verbally directed/told what to do. But if I'm at the bathhouse, I will absolutely staff the gh and suck whatever dick pops through

Sure fire way to convert! HOT!

^Dear god no

I was 11 years old when my pussy was penetrated. It was a little uncomfortable at first, but I knew that I needed to have a cock in my pussy. I constantly imagined guys penetrating me after the first time. It wasn't long after the initial experience that I made myself available to guys. At 25 years of age now, I think about all the great experiences I continue to have with tops who enjoy penetrating my pussy, and I know that allowing guys to penetrate me is my purpose in life. Many guys comment that I should have been born a girl because of how much I enjoy being penetrated and impregnated.

Gloryhole sex all the way...dig the fact that a stranger's cock and load are going down my throat and/or up my ass...the fact that the hole is 100% focused on dick, balls and ass...fucking turn on thinking I'm getting a load that the wife/girlfriend isn't getting when he get home!

Both, prefer to do the servicing, but dig a good hole as well! Love to get both of my holes used at a gloryhole. Dig the fact that it is ALL about the dick, balls and ass....Nothing like taking a stranger's dick and load and/or loading a hole!

Being a pure sub bottom... surrender and service of my Top...tied up/down, used however he wants...

Z the offer still on the table

anyone available first week of December to show a Vers guy some fun