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Part 11 I am awakened by a knock on the door, needing a moment to realise where I am. It is Mark, who greets me with an apologising look as he enters Thomas’ guest room, where I have been staying the last couple of days. ‘Good morning, Luke or should I say good afternoon.’ ‘Good morning’ I manage to mumble through the bedsheets. ‘Luke, it seems like Thomas cannot be with you today.’ ‘Why?’ I ask uninterested. ‘He has fallen ill; he stays at mine at the moment so that I can keep an eye on him’ ‘Mmmh’ is all I manage. Suddenly, Mark pulls the bedsheets of me, apparently to get me out of bed. He doesn’t know that I sleep in the nude, but he isn’t bothered by it at all. ‘Come on Luke… you can sleep later; I make you coffee.’ With that he leaves the room, taking the bedsheets with him. Reluctantly I stumble out of bed and go to the bathroom, still to cocky to get dressed. After a few minutes I sit naked in the kitchen, drinking my cup of coffee, while Mark is talking on the phone. ‘Your brother sends his love’ Mark tells me with a smile ‘but he is with a doctor now, apparently he got hit hard by the flu’ ‘You mean the fuck flu’ I try teasingly. ‘It is too early to tell, but it looks like it, which would mean…’ ‘I lost the race’ I laugh into my cup of coffee. ‘Yes, but we will know it in two weeks. Now, what are your plans for today?’ ‘No sure, Tony won’t be here until tomorrow.’ ‘I have to get back to Thomas, but if you are up for it, you could help at my store. We have an event tonight. Of course, I would pay you.’ I think for a moment, the money would be great, as a student I gladly take it. ‘Sure, sounds good and the money would be great.’ Mark calls someone, then gives me the address of his shop, which I haven’t been to yet. After I finally manage to take a shower and get ready, I start to walk to the store. It is a lovely autumn day and the grey sweatpants season is in full swing, apparently Thomas lives near a gym and the guys going in and out are ridiculously hot. It takes all my strength to keep walking as I am expected at the store. Finally, I found the dark store-front and enter, I am hit immediately by the smell of leather. I need a moment to take it all in, as I am suddenly feeling a hand on my lower back. ‘Hi there, may I help you with something or are you just looking around?’ a beefy man with an inviting smile greets me. ‘Oh, no. I am Luke, Mark asked me to help at the store today’ I say way to fast. ‘Ah, Luke, nice to meet you. Yes, Mark has called me, we have a party tonight and need every helping hand. I am Daniel by the way and a hugger, so welcome to our team’ He takes me into a tight bear hug; I smell his cologne, which is perfectly mixed with the scent of his sweat. He calls out into the back of the store, and two men come towards me. ‘Graham and Frank let me introduce you to Luke, he will be helping us today.’ ‘Luke?’ the man, whose name is Frank, asks ‘are you the little brother of Thomas?’ ‘Yes, I am, but he isn’t feeling very well at the moment, so Mark asked me to help out’ I still answer a little too rapidly, but my nerves slowly calm down. ‘That’s great’ Frank hugs me tightly, before Graham steps towards me with his imposing figure, his hug more dominant. ‘Luke, lovely to meet you. Then let us get to work, we have a lot to do.’ And so, we start to prepare everything, they show me a backroom, which apparently is for socialising and another who is full of couches and mattresses for fucking. After almost three hours everything is set, drinks and snacks at the bar, lube and cleaning supplies at the fuck room. Daniel has been staying at the front to handle customers, while Frank, Graham and I arranged it all, both telling me about this special community Mark has created here. We have one hour left before the party starts and the guests arrive. Daniel has closed the windows, Frank and Graham started to change into their leather gear. I look a little lost, which Daniel notices. ‘Hey guys, can you come all to the front, please’ he calls to us. Frank, wearing only a harness is walking stark naked to Daniel, while Graham is following him with only a pair of beautifully fitted leather pants. I follow them. ‘So, guys I think our young Luke here is feeling a little left out. Let’s get him into gear and show him what our community is about.’ I swallow hard as I feel Frank stepping closer to me from behind, his hands grabbing my hips for a moment before he pulls my tank top over my head. To be exposed to those three beefy, hairy and muscular men arouses me, but before I can think about what is happening, Frank’s hands are back at my hips, but this time they slowly travel to the front of my jeans. His full body now pressed against my backside, his hairy chest on my back. As he opens my jeans, Graham steps forward and pushes them down, helping me out of them. Now I am standing in the middle of the room completely naked as I haven’t put on any underwear today. My cock is rock-hard, Frank’s massive penis fully-erect already between my ass cheeks and Graham in front of me, his biohazard tattoo blazing. ‘Well, well, looks like our little friend here is enjoying the attention’ Daniel says into the quiet room, staying away just watching the scene. Graham closes all the space between us and kisses me deeply. I can feel his tongue inside my mouth, his chest pressed against mine, while his cock is hard against his pants. Frank has started to thrust against me, his cock already smearing precum on my ass cheeks. As Graham breaks the kiss, he pushes me down on my knees, ordering me silently to suck Frank’s cock. I happily oblige, tasting the toxic precum on my tongue and taking the side of his scorpion tattoo in. The three letters increase the beating of my heart. I can’t believe that within a few months, I have chosen to search out poz cum and dicks. Suddenly, a hand takes my head away from Frank’s cock and a blindfold is put over my eyes. The darkness engulfing me completely. Someone guides me to another cock, this one pierced. As I take it in, I don’t care any more whose cock it is, even though I assume it is Graham's. I stay on my knees for a few minutes, before someone is pulling me up and bending me over. It only takes seconds before a cock is again inside my mouth, this time no piercing. But that is not the part I’m focussed on, as I feel someone preparing my hole with his tongue. When I feel the head of a cock at my entrance, the thrusting of the cock fucking my mouth slows a little to let me prepare for what is about to happen. And it happens with a violent thrust. The head of the cock penetrates my hole without hesitation, staying in place while my body fights against the intrusion. But it only takes a few moments before my hole opens voluntarily and the cock slides deeper inside me. With increased thrusting, this unknown cock finds his way into me. I don’t think I have ever had such a massive cock in my ass, the stretch is one thing, but it is the depth I struggle with. Then, a very hard pull on my hips forces the whole length of the cock inside me, I feel balls hitting my ass. ‘Great job Luke, now you and your brother can claim to have managed my cock completely’ I hear Franks voice through the store. I cannot answer as I have still a cock in my mouth, but as it isn’t pierced it must be Daniel’s. Both cocks are increasing their rhythm, which is only shortly disrupted by a loud high five as I apparently have been eifel-towered right now. It only takes seconds, but it changes the atmosphere, because now both men focus on me again with a more eager urge and hunger. Probably Daniel is forcing his cock deeper into my mouth, his hands on my head to guide me. Frank on the other side is thrusting with violence, his cock starting to twitch. I take this as a sign to clench my ass and push myself against the cock behind me, and it works, with a loud, primal moan a warm load is filling my insides. It takes Frank a long time to stop pushing his toxic cum inside me, but as soon as his cock slips out of my hole it is replaced by the pierced cock, which means Graham is now fucking me from behind. Daniel and Graham also decide to high five each other, but with the slap of the hands Daniel shoots his load rather unexpectedly into my throat, where his cock was buried. Now, that two toxic loads of openly poz men are inside me, my focus shifts to the pierced cock in my ass, still not able to see. Suddenly, another cock is in front of me, entering my mouth, this one thick and already leaking precum. Despite not knowing, who it is I take this cock willingly, my nose nuzzled in bushy hair and my hands caressing a tight, muscular torso and finally resting on a firm hairy ass. While I try to discover this man with my hands, Graham is pulling me closer, shooting his load slowly inside me, making it the third one. The unknown man, who is throat fucking me, takes his cock out of my mouth and pulls me up to give me a deep kiss. He turns me around, and pushes his cock inside me, keeping me upright. My cock is bouncing around, already some precum must be shooting around the store. I feel the hands of the man on my hips and his thrusting increases. With some very slow pulls back, but powerful pushes inside my hole I feel his cock pulsating. He plants a small kiss on my shoulders, then he pulls his cock out completely, before ramming it back in, shooting his load with a guttural moan. I come as well, no idea where my load is landing or how far it is going. As I feel his cock still pulsating inside me, his hands slowly travel to the blindfold. He takes both his hands to untie the knot, while still keeping his cock firmly placed in my hole. When the blindfold finally falls to the ground, it takes me a minute to open my eyes fully. I look into the smiling faces of Daniel, Frank and Graham, my cum apparently all over Graham’s chest as he had knelt before me. The unknown man puts his arms around my stomach and chest, pulling my back against his chest. ‘This was wonderful’ I hear Mark’s voice whispering into my ear.

Yes i will a few times

I'd love to feel you and whoever you wish wreck and breed my hole sir 🐷

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Love verbal abuse from a dominant top. Being called a faggot, whore, slut, pig, cumdump, etc. is all a huge turn on and makes me want to serve him even more and be an even bigger pig.

As I do a lot of cruising in parks, you don't have much time to lube up. So getting dry fucked is normal. I love leaving with a tore uphold and a load.

Sir Yes Sir.

Damn i need a feeding 💧

Lucky guy, that's a big black dick.

Should be sliding up my hole and flooding it with your cum sir

Sunday, June 27, 1993, 01:42 PM Back in our pack’s room, I start to dress, the weight of my new identity settling over me like a second skin. The Omega’s voice cuts through, low and commanding. “Why don’t we start a little training now, faggot?” Before the watchful eyes of the pack, he barks, “Position one.” His tone laced with authority as he fastens a leash to my collar pulling it taught. I drop to my knees without hesitation, the room shrinking under his presence of command. His hand moves with calculated precision, delivering sharp, controlled slaps to my face with his cock, each one a reminder of his dominance. Slowly, he guides himself into my mouth, my submission absolute. My hands grip his thighs, feeling the raw power coursing through him as he swells, claiming the space between us. I work his shaft slowly, eyes locked on his, seeking approval. A flicker of enjoyment in his gaze spurs me on. The Alpha steps forward, pressing a bottle of poppers to my nostril. I inhale deeply, the sharp scent igniting my senses, heightening my desire. My slobber drips from my bottom lip as I redouble my efforts, driven by a primal need to please. Mentor presses my head into the Omega’s crotch, choking out phlegm as tears stream down my face. The Alpha offers poppers again, growling, “Choke harder, faggot,” as the Omega’s hands merge with Mentor’s, their domination absolute. The Beta snaps a belt across my ass, ordering position two. Without hesitation, I grip the Omega's sides tighter, bracing myself as poppers fuel my further ascent into surrender. Mentor and Alpha work in tandem, their fingers—one, then two—probing and stretching me open with deliberate intent. My body yields under their touch, heat rising. Beta steps forward, his thick, uncut Latin cock glistening with spit, and my hole clenches, a wave of lust crashing over me as his saliva slicks my skin. The Alpha urges, “Slut your holes out, faggot, be a good boy.” The Beta kicks my legs apart, driving deeper as I’m thrusted at both ends, poppers pushing me into utter faggotry. The Omega commands, “More tongue, faggot,” parking himself in my throat, relishing my struggle. I work his shaft, staring into his eyes, seeking approval as Mentor spits in my face, his finger digging into my ass alongside the Alpha’s, stretching me for the Beta’s pleasure. My tongue tickles the Omega’s base, my hole clenching to draw the Beta deeper. The Omega’s pulse quickens, his legs tensing as the first spurt releases. I flick my tongue, matching his rhythm, guiding his essence down my throat. His crotch begins convulsing against my face, his balls starting to drain into me, fulfilling my desire for his satisfaction. The Omega grips my head, demanding, “Open your throat, faggot.” Tears well as I obey, trembling under the poppers’ force, my submission absolute. He buries every inch, holding until I can’t breathe, my face blue, tears streaming—a testament to my devotion. The room echoes with my moans, the clap of my cheeks, and the Omega’s climax, my gaze unwavering. As the Beta slaps my ass, his thrusts turn frenzied, signaling his release. “Oh fuck,” he gasps, his final thrust flooding me with his sacred seed. His grip loosens, the other men’s fingers withdraw, and his strength ebbs as he shakes out the last drops, marking me for the weekend. I pump my ass on the Beta’s softening cock, slathering the Omega’s head to complete my service. Sated, I release him, my voice steady with purpose: “I will not allow a drop of my brothers’ seed to touch the earth, sir.” The Omega’s smile mirrors the others’ murmured approval: “Good faggot.” My tongue traces his shaft, reverent, cleansing every trace of my devotion. In this act, I shed my former self, each lick a vow to the eternal bond of this Brotherhood. Mentor’s proud gaze reflects my becoming—a soul forged anew in submission’s fire. Mentor and Alpha pull me aside to rest, praising my effort. “You didn’t quit,” they say, their approval sealing my transformation in this crucible of surrender. Sunday, June 27, 1993, 02:21 PM Searching for the guys, I pass each den’s door, hearing moans and slaps. That sounds like harry—clearly, I’m not the only one getting a send-off. In the living room, I find Master with a drink, reading a book. “May I join you, Sir?” I ask. “Sure,” he says. “What’s on your mind, faggot bindel?” I settle beside him. “I have questions about the weekend.” He nods. “Go ahead”, ass he closes his book. “Why the silence?” I ask. “In the beginning,” he explains, “only I communicate with you to instill my dominance and the Brotherhood’s hierarchy. Once you understood your place—how you submit to all, but a Beta doesn’t submit to an Omega—you began to accept your responsibilities and privileges. You’ll learn more as you grow.” “Why the hoods?” I continue. “The hoods strip away superficial judgments—freckles, features you might reject. Instead, you focus on a man’s capabilities, performance, kindness. They let your animal instincts take over. Get it?” “Yes, Sir,” I reply. “Why no names?” “As a pledge, you didn’t deserve them,” he says. “Now that you’ve embraced us, they’ll be revealed. By the way, I’m Carl Pinkerton, still Master to you, though. Only my husband calls me by name here.” “Yes, Sir,” I say. “Why no clothes?” He smirks. “It’s summer—who needs clothes? That’ll change with the weather, except in the Licentiousness Lounge. No point down there.” harry descends, greets us, and asks, “Where’s faggot worthington?” Moments later, the others trickle downstairs for the ride home. I collect the guys, and we make our way to the car. Sunday, June 27, 1993, 04:20 PM Master pulls us aside, handing each a small gift box. “Open this at home, in private,” he says, wishing us a safe journey. The gates open, and we start down the road. Curiosity wins, and danny opens my box since I’m driving. Inside is a video cassette labeled with my new title, an envelope, and a signet ring. The envelope contains a letter with contact information for my pack and a brief note: “Now that you are one of us, you must be trained as one of us. Your pack will guide your development from this point on; obey them as you would me. You can trust them—they are your brothers. We’ll see you soon. Your password is set as faggot1. P.S. The ring is worn on your right pinky.” The ring fits perfectly—how did Master know my size? Maybe that’s why he’s Master. Jokingly, danny and I clank fists, rings gleaming, and chant, “Wonder Faggot powers activate!” harry adds sound effects, while arthur hums the He-Man theme. “Form of a cumdump!” danny declares. “Form of a cock-slut!” I add. Our laughter celebrates our new lives, fitting like a worn-in shoe. Sunday, June 27, 1993, 04:33 PM On the road home, the four of us realize we’ve left something behind—something we don’t want back. Our boyish innocence, fears, hang-ups, and the lies we told ourselves to fit in are gone. We can’t hide from each other anymore; we’ve seen too much. We entered as frightened boys, adrift on life’s currents, and emerged as men, our purpose clear. Duty calls us now. It’s a duty to each other and our brothers, a lifelong adventure just beginning. Like the ad promised, we couldn’t imagine the possibilities then, but now, with childhood’s blinders gone, we step forward with confidence. My brothers are my keepers, as I am theirs. Forever changed, we look to a world of possibilities, our pledges reaffirmed. We’ll return—not as boys, but as men. End of My Genesis

I love the forceful power of a top calling me a faggot, makes me want for him to go deeper!

PM me sometime 💋

Yes sir 💋