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First a quick background about me. For stead my first cock when I was 19 it changed me forever addicted to cock ever since. Had my first true Dom in my mid twenties which lasted about a year. Pretty much completely broke me and threw me down the sub rabbit hole. Had some on and off relationships with other dogs over the years and sucked off crazy amount of strangers cocks. Now in my mid 40s I have two Doms that I service on a very regular basis. I would never get hard while being penetrated but what always get hard while sucking cock. I have noticed that especially being used as often as I am between my current two doms, that my balls will slowly ooooze and empty (ive never full on CAME from anal) Once they send me home, my balls are empty, but Im still HORNEY, but alot of the times could not jerk off, since I would stay limp. One of my current Doms hates when I get hard, and any time I barely get hard he will beat and squeeze me balls till im limp again. He has been very strict about this for about 6 months now, and lately, I cant get hard at all. I am, well, was, a chronic masturbator, so I have mixed feelings about this. Its frustrating, but I cant help but also be turned on by the thought that, these Doms could have conditioned me to be this way? I honestly dont think its a case of simple ED, has anyone else experienced this? Have I actually been conditioned and trained to be so sub that I now stay limp?

Tag would remember the night that had just transpired for the rest of his life. Every part of him was still buzzing as he smiled at Tom in the drivers seat. “Are we really doing this?” ”Absolutely. You and me forever. That’s what I want.” Tom reached his hand to Tag and Tag took it. TEN HOURS EARLIER: The four men stumbled into Colin’s impressive bachelor pad as he opened the door. All of them in good spirits and all of them anxiously anticipating the night of debauchery to come. Colin led them to the living room which was already set up with a sling in case he got lucky that evening. Just how lucky he would get, even he hadn’t known. He went to the safe and got out the favors and watched as the boys eyed them like kios in a candy shoppe. He chuckled. “Make yourselves at home, I’m going to prepare the drinks for us” He said shaking a bottle of G and disappearing into the kitchen. The three younger set about tasks. Well, Griff and Tom did. Griff started packing the bong with T and Griff set about prepping rigs. Meanwhile Tag looked on in overwhelm, quite sure he was In over his head but eager to become even more entangled and to fully commit to this. To them. Tom caught his eye and gave him a small reassuring nod and a smile and mouthed “I love you” and Tag felt butterflies. Everything that he’d experienced in the car with Tom had shifted the axis of his world. One moment they were having a fun night of experimenting, the next they were making commitments to each other and planning a way to be together. It was all he wanted now. Griff’s voice calling his name brought him back to reality. He was being signaled to join griff on the couch. Once there, Griff lit up the bong and smoked then shot gunned Tag before handing the bong to him. After a few back and forth this was they were buzzing and Tom, having completed the slam preps joined in each time the shotgunning grew into making out and groping between the three of them a little more. Tags head was swimming and he was so turned on he didn’t hear Colin reenter the room until the older man slipped his arms around him and drew him flush against his front. “You having fun” he whispered in Tag’s ear and Tag just looked back at him smiling in acknowledgement before becoming trapped in Colin’s kiss. Colin’s hand found it’s way down the back of Tags waistband and directly to Tags still greased hole, fingers plunging in. “Mmmm. Your cunt is nice and ready, huh boy?” ”oh yes!” Tag demurred before Colin’s finger pulled abruptly out leaving tag whimpering until Colin put an end to the noise by bringing the fingers to Tag’s mouth to suck. The other two boys were loving this show as they felt themselves and each other, blew some clouds and took in every moment. “Time for a toast” Colin said removing his fingers from Tags mouth and gesturing to the four cups of G laced juice. “To corrupting young tag, to reunions and beginnings” Colin toasted giving a meaningful look Griffs way. They all quickly drank down the bitter liquid followed by chasers. “Let’s get more comfortable” Tom suggested stripping down to his underwear. The others all followed suit. They sat around chatting, blowing clouds and shooting the shit as the g kicked in and Tag thought. “If this is what it means to be a Pig, I want to be one forever” end of part 6 part 7 to come very shortly

Chapter 9: Be Careful What You Wish For Helixion Genetics, North Hallway, Building 3, Basement Level 5, Maintenance Area. REDACTED LOCATION. 22:40 MST. 30-Oct-20XX Stag opened the door, and strode into the room, not caring if something unpleasant lurked on the other side of it. He shut the door behind him, and took in the view - the lights were in low-power mode, giving everything a soft blue-grey hue. Half-expected to see a ruined place with blood spatters or blackened walls or his taken comrades in cocoons, or something straight out of a sci-fi film. But the room was quite ordinary, just filled with massive HVAC systems, humming away as they filtered the air, medical equipment, scientific equipment, and resembled a storage room for items that were no longer needed. A hoarder could have put this space together. Then he remembered the mission briefing: this place was originally a bomb shelter, and converted after the Cold War, but the original structure still stood and was built over. In that light, the overall layout of the massive basement did indeed resemble a massive bunker for such a catastrophic event and plenty of space to hold a thundering lot of people. The walls were a pristine white, and for a moment, his heart sank as it dawned on him that he might have got lost again, or chose his path incorrectly. He didn’t know which possibility was worse, but seeing the rapidly transforming Sticks out in the hall was an indication that it must be the right place. Perhaps it was just beyond here. Then Stag noticed how much warmer this room was compared to the hallway, and the almost overpowering scents of sweat and testosterone told him he was on the right trail. The smilers would have chosen someplace warm to hibernate and incubate, somewhere out of the way of main traffic. A logical conclusion. He found a nearby table, and removed all means of defense; he emptied his tranq gun and placed it gently on the table next to a pocket knife and the tin of spray paint. Removing his hat, he ruffled the hair once with his hand, and set down the hat. Stag double-checked that his pockets were empty, and he carefully placed the partially-empty pack of cigarettes in a safe spot with the rest of his possessions. He turned about, and looked for an obvious sign of the creatures. What a creepy-assed liminal space, he thought as he walked, the stark white walls and countless metal pipes almost repeating on themselves in the dimly lit space. This originally large room was divided into several smaller rooms, and Stag poked his head in all of them. One was filled with medical gurneys that had no pads on them; another was stacked to the ceiling with cardboard boxes containing who-knows-what; a third had what looked like a deconstructed medical cart and a stack of hard-backed chairs that had seen better days. Stag decided none of these were important. Finally, a clue appeared: a foam pad tinged with a huge, dark yellow and black stain. It reminded Stag of his teenage years when he would hump his bed pillow; he unloaded so much spunk into it over a year that the pillow turned a nasty yellow color, became hard and crusted, and never came clean. He treasured that thing until his mother discovered it and, disgusted, burned it in their fireplace. Now he held a similar object, and holding it to his nose, the testosterone-laden stench told him he was close. The foam pad was replaced where he found it, and Stag turned his gaze to a discarded metal vent cover. There. Walking over to it, he could barely contain his excitement. He quickly inspected the cover, and located where it came from: a large opening in the wall, presumably for vent installations and maintenance. Climbing through the darker space, he realized he finally hit pay dirt. There, in a corner, lying on the floor, were his comrades, Patch and Pixel, just finishing their metamorphoses. Both were completely naked, and taking in their new surroundings. As soon as he appeared, Pixel looked up at Stag, and grinned, showing his newly-formed teeth for the first time. “Hey, Stag,” Pixel said in a dreamy voice, his voice slurred as he spoke like he’d spent the night behind a bottle of something especially strong. “What’s up? Glaaad you could make it.” A little liquid corruption drooled from his mouth at the end of the sentence. Stag didn’t get to inspect Sticks out in the hall, but Pixel provided enough of a show. His heart raced with excitement, and his dick slowly hardened as he took in the sight. “Pixel! Patch, oh my god,” he said with feigned relief. “We saw what happened on the monitors. You okay, bruh?” Pixel’s blackened eyes looked directly into Stag’s, and didn’t notice the insincerity. “I’mmm terrific. Look, my shoulder’s completely healed.” Pixel pointed at his previously-dislocated shoulder, and sure enough, there was no sign that it was ever damaged. Stag instinctively turned his head to Patch for an answer. “I diii-idn’t do that,” Patch admitted in a dazed voice. “We woke up, and were healed. I’ve never seen a fast recovery like this.” Patch blinked, and after a breath, said, “I feel… different. But in a good way!” “Your…” Stag couldn’t finish the sentence, lest he give away his excitement. So becoming a monster also gives one rapid healing from wounds, he thought. Interesting. Think how useful that would be in the field. Patch would be out of work so fast. “Imagine!” Patch said enthusiastically, his voice thick as he shook it to try and clear his head. “If we could speed up the healing process from wounds… What an incredible lifesaver!” Then he realized his career as a field medic would be over, and he might be forced to take up arms instead of saving lives. A twinge of sadness hit his heart,and he let out a quick sniffle and half sob. “This has always been my worst nightmare – I’ve become a patient.” “Annnnd how do you feel right now?” Pixel asked of him. Patch inhaled slowly, and moved his limbs, taking stock of his surroundings. “Actually? Pretty damn good!” “And…. and we’re still alive!” Patch sighed with relief. “Maybe it won’t be so bad,” he said brightly, smiling drunkenly, a line of drool now going down his chin. “What are you doing here?” Pixel enquired, suddenly sniffing the air around Stag. “You haven’t been attacked by one of those things yet, have you?” “Oh no… I gave them the slip. Can you stand? Let me help you up,” Stag said, piling on the fake concern by offering a hand to Pixel. In an instant, Pixel leapt to his feet, and Patch just after. Stag withdrew his hand, and now could take in their new forms. Their skin had taken on an almost sickly greyish pallor. The iris of their eyes looked odd, beginning to take on an almost golden orange color. The veins on their skin had already begun to stick out slightly as their muscles already appeared slightly more defined. The normally slightly pudgy looking Patch already was looking slimmer. Pixel seemed taller somehow. They both swayed slightly as they adjusted to the multitude of new sensations they were feeling. Both men were breathing slightly faster, and looking down, they noticed that both were sporting massive hard-ons and kept giving each other looks when they thought Stag didn’t notice. The two began to drool as their muscles tensed up in anticipation. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, their fingernails began to lengthen into the claws that the other creatures carried. Stag needed no convincing. He did an about-face, and shouted deeper in the dark room, “Hey, you sick motherfuckers! I wanna talk to your boss. Got a proposition for you!” Patch and Pixel exchanged looks of interest. “You think we could take him?” Patch asked in a whisper that he thought only Pixel could hear. Pixel nodded once silently, but they also wanted to see what Stag was going to do. Turning back to them, Stag stared at them and laughed. “You both are clearly infected… and stupider than I gave you credit for,” he said, rolling his eyes. “Come on, I know that you have to have some real brains running this show,” he yelled out loud. A sudden scream growl echoed out of the dark, and the two suddenly stepped back, as if making way for something revered. From seemingly nowhere, a new creature came into Stag’s sights, climbing along silently on the ceiling. This one was larger than the others: his muscles were denser, his skin was black as night, his mouth and eyes poured corruption in tiny waterfalls. The thing’s claws were slightly longer; a pair of massive horns protruded from its skull, and large curving spikes had emerged from its back. The thing suddenly dropped from the ceiling in a graceful twist, and landed delicately on the open space of the floor a short distance away from Stag. Stag’s breath caught in his throat when the beast stood to full height and began to speak in a deep, resonant voice. “Well, well, well. What have we here?” The creature before him grinned widely, its head cocked to one side and showing an uncountable number of razor sharp teeth, and took two steps forward. All of Stag’s rehearsed speeches suddenly left his brain. He hadn’t expected it to speak so well, looking more monster than human. The scent coming from the big smiler was overpowering, like too much cologne and days of unwash. Since Stag didn’t give an answer, the beast continued. “You do not belong here, soldier. If you came looking for a swift death, you have found it.” “I… er…” Stag stammered, reveling in the beauty of this twisted thing before him. Remembering his purpose, he cleared his throat before trying again. He spat a yellow goober to one side, and said, “Are you the leader? I have something you want.” “I control all and rule all. My brood serves and obeys me fully. What could you possibly have that I ever want or need?” It paused its slow movement forward, glaring at Stag with intense curiosity as a few lesser creatures like the big one entered in behind their boss. “The name’s Stag,” he began, trying to choke down his nervousness. “I came to join you. I saw what you do on security feeds, and…” He let out a shuddering, almost reverent sigh before he continued to speak. “I think it’s beautiful. I want to be part of this.” The die was cast, and there was no turning back. Not now, not ever. The creature’s eyebrows flicked up in interest, its head cocking to the other side as if fascinated. “That is… interesting. Go on.” “As no doubt you’re aware, a military team has infiltrated your base,” Stag began, sensing a little formality and a deft touch would be needed here. Cutting him off, the larger beast suddenly snapped its head back up and began to crouch. A deep almost dangerous growl emitted from it as it replied, “Your presence is noted, your weaknesses observed. If you want a fight, you will only prolong your suffering.” I just knew this infection was intelligent! Pixel thought. It's been watching us since we came in. Stag felt unbalanced again. He struggled to resume his place in his rehearsed oration. “Let me continue. You’ve already taken four of the men on my squad, and besides me, four others still remain… unblemished. A second team will come in for rescue once we are all changed, and your team with ours can take them all. I can give you access to all of them, and you will have an unstoppable army. We could take over the world, and you can have whatever you want.” Stag knew he was lying - he had no intention of giving up his teammates. They’ll all get converted, anyway, eventually. I might be an ass, but I’m not a goddamn traitor. All I want is the upgrade, he thought wickedly. This fucker ain’t getting jack out of me. Patch and Pixel silently exchanged looks of concern that turned to disapproval when they took Stag’s offer at face value. I knew this ass was a sellout! Patch’s mind screamed in anger. But a swift look from the boss quelled that line of thinking. Let him finish. If it’s a trick, he won’t leave this room. Turning back to Stag, the boss weighed the offer, looking up at the ceiling as it turned around for a moment as if in deep thought.. The prospect was appealing, and Stag had put all his cards on the table willingly. Calmly it turned around and glared at him as it replied. “And you want to share in our glorious evolution? Is that right?” “Let me join you, and you will have one more soldier in your cause. I’m a deviant fucker, and can do things you probably don’t want to do yourself. I don’t presume to know your endgame, but I willingly surrender my humanity for this. I am yours to command.” He bowed slightly, attempting to keep the creature in a peaceable mood. Stag felt pretty good about this little show of bravado, but his conscience started telling him, You’re going too far. Stop before you regret this. “Tempting,” the boss said evenly. “But we do not act impulsively. Once you are committed —” Stag seized his buttoned shirt in two hands, and in one swift motion, he ripped it open, scattering buttons everywhere. “Fuck me and find out.” The boss nodded gently with approval three times, then suddenly shot a volley of its venomous spit at Stag’s face. It hit him with a soft ‘splat’, and quickly ran down his face. Stag barely stuck out his tongue to taste it, and the sensation reminded him of bukkake films he watched on occasion. “You will address me as the Alpha, and you have a deal. Welcome, Stag. What wonders we will show you.” The Alpha tilted his head to the right and looked behind Stag to indicate Patch and Pixel. “You two, hold him down. I will do this deed myself.” Perfect, Stag thought just before the chemicals took over. Just the very thing I wanted. Knowing what was coming next, he began to lower himself to the floor, but the sedative worked too quickly on him, and he fell over in an undignified position before he could get on all fours. —------------------ Helixion Genetics, North Hallway, Building 3, Ground Floor. Hallway. REDACTED LOCATION. 22:35 MST. 30-OCT-20XX Step. Step. Step. Keep your wits before you. Everyone’s depending on you. Just keep moving. Zero moved slowly through the corridor, weapon in hand, and always searching for visual and aural clues. So far, the move from the 2nd floor chem lab had been thankfully uneventful. No noise, no people, no creatures. It was as if he was completely alone in the facility, the only sound emanating from the soft tap of every footstep he made, and the occasional gentle whirring of the vents. The isolation and silence with nothing to break up the monotony made the minutes seem like hours, yet Zero pressed himself onward. His goal was the security office - a plan had begun to form in his mind. In war, diversionary tactics are often useful and effective. He wanted to create a diversion for the smilers so his comrades could escape in the opposite direction. Always taking one for the team, eh, Mason? Dammit, I need to retire from this life. Go somewhere sunny. Take in the ocean. Maybe I'll collect starfish and seashells. Get sand in my boots. Settle down with a nice girl. Army provides a nice pension. I can go anywhere. Anywhere but here, anywhere drug lords and terrorists and random chaos don’t exist. There must be such a place. I’ll find it someday. Next week, perhaps. Before he knew it, the door of the security room loomed before him. —----------------------------- Helixion Genetics, Main Corporate Office Building, 4th Floor Security Office. REDACTED LOCATION. 22:38 MST. 30-Oct-20XX “Jeames.” At the sound of his name, the driver for the General rose quickly from his seat on the hard leather couch, instantly ready to serve. “Yes, General Krell?” the man asked, tidying his smart looking suit. “I would like some more coffee,” the older man said, pointing at the unused coffee pot in the corner. “None of that vile liquid, mind you.” “Absolutely, sir, your usual?” the man said, nodding as he pulled out a phone and began tapping away. “That’s all for now,” the older man said, waving a hand negligently in the air. As the driver quickly left the room with efficient grace, General Krell sat alone. The room was thankfully silent again as he began to ponder. Even the regular communications over the secure channels of the soldiers had ceased, and in a fit of anger, he removed the offending earpiece that was tickling the hairs of his ear. Unfortunately, the order to shut off the fire alarms had done little good, and now a small army of fire trucks were sitting at the entrance to the facility, their captain arguing with his staff. Still blind to the majority of the cameras, he flipped through the few he had yet again, yielding nothing of note. As far as he hoped, the mission was still active. But, the lack of any communications from Briggs had become somewhat unnerving. Even that bootlicker Kade had been in total radio silence. He supposed that they could be deep in the bowels of the building, effectively unable to get a signal out. He walked over to the large glass window, overlooking the campus, holding his hand to it and feeling the cool surface under his fingertips, the chill just barely seeping through what was surely a cool autumn evening setting in. Suddenly, he heard a crackle come from the radio, and he quickly stuffed the earpiece back in. He waited a moment, listening for another signal. “Patch… are you….pying…” the sound of Briggs’ concerned voice just barely cutting through the heavy static. “Lockjaw… -ow about y… Zero…. Do you have…. On anyone?” Krell stood still, listening intently. “I… I might have someone, sir. I just made it to the security office on the 1st floor,” the voice said, presumably Zero. “Soldier, this is General Krell,” the older man said, years of command taking over and allowing his voice to carry an air of authority. “Are you able to patch me into the feeds?” “Um… sir…” Zero’s voice said, sounding small and confused. “This is Lieutenant Hawke. I… I don’t know how to do that. The guys who would —” Krell quickly cut him off, annoyed. “That’s an order, soldier,” Krell demanded, slamming his fist on the window. “Surely you’re smart enough to plug a damned USB stick into a computer!” Krell was met with a few moments of silence until another voice cut in. “Just…. I left one on the desk. I forgot it when I got hit in the head,” another voice said. “Oh… yeah. I see it. Let me just barricade this door and-” Zero said, sounding out of breath from exertion. “You can barricade the door after, soldier,” Krell said angrily. “I need eyes on the situation. NOW.” “Belay… order,” Briggs said, the coldness of his voice not being hidden. “He…. no authority in your… Secure the ro-... then get the bastard what he wants.” I knew that fucker was still holding a grudge for the whole Berlin thing, Krell thought to himself, flopping down in the chair in frustration. Unable to do anything, he waited, knowing better than to push his luck. Hopefully the man would establish the link in short order as Krell was left to ponder. Odd as hell the rest of Briggs’ team isn’t answering, he thought to himself, wondering what could be the cause. Suddenly, it hit him. The project. But how? It wasn’t ready like this on my visit last month. Maybe that stupid shit Blaine actually delivered for once. Almost letting out an excited whoop, he watched as a progress bar suddenly popped up on his screen, the link to the security feeds finally coming alive. Quickly scrolling through each feed, Krell suddenly stopped as he saw something flash before one of the cameras. He flipped through more before finally, he saw it. A black hulking creature was slamming its fists on the door, unable to get it to budge. Well I’ll be fucking damned… the dumbshit actually delivered on his promise… Krell thought, a smile creeping across his face. The driver suddenly entered the room, silently placing the hot cup of gourmet coffee on the desk before him. “I’m afraid our schedule has been moved up drastically. I will also require a team to begin extraction. Make it so,” General Krell said, turning his attention back to the monitors, curious as he had now lost sight of a redhead in the lowest level of the building. Flipping through the feeds, he let out a huff of surprise, counting as several more monstrous creatures began to body slam the door on camera. “Better make sure this team is properly equipped,” he said, perturbed as he was finding no further evidence of the tall, lanky redheaded man. “Not what I ordered, but I guess it's better than nothing,” he said, slouching back in the chair. “Tell them to equip the heat vision goggles as well as live ammo. These little demon creatures seem to be packing quite the punch.” “Right away, sir,” Jeames said, quickly tapping more commands on his smartphone as he held the phone to his ear with his left shoulder. “Will that be all, sir?” the smartly dressed driver said, holding his hand to the device’s microphone. “No, leave me be for a while. Let me know when the new extraction team is here,” Krell said, watching the camera intently. The driver disappeared again, as Krell finally forced himself to turn to another feed in search of more information. “This calls for a celebration, I guess,” he said, taking the bottle of scotch he was gifted upon arrival, and pouring a healthy amount into the cup. Shame what’s happening to Briggs’ team, but… as the saying goes, sometimes one must break a few eggs. At least now that thorn in his side would finally get what was coming to him. —---------- Helixion Genetics, South Maintenance Corridor, Building 3, Basement Level 5. Location REDACTED 22:42 MST. 30-Oct-20XX “Hey guys, take a look at this!” Tex said, pointing at an old blueprint sitting on a workbench. “I think we finally have a way out!” Gravestone and Elias walked over to the blueprint in front of Tex, examining it. “This definitely wasn’t on the map we got,” Elias said, pointing to one of the shafts extending out from the boiler section. “But it's not on any of the other maps we found. Are we sure it's even accurate?” “This does seem to be a rather old layout,” Gravestone said, stroking his chin as he pondered. “I mean, it could be someone forgot it on a newer iteration, and it just got left out.” A sudden sound of something falling over in the next room caused the three men to suddenly be on guard, aiming their weapons at the doorway. Silently, they stalked into the next room, the sight of a man crawling on all fours trying to make a fort meeting them. “Oh fuck… it’s Crazy,” Tex blurted out, watching as Jack haphazardly continued building his cardboard fortress. “Got to make a safe room… make it all safe… No monsters getting in here,” Jack muttered to himself, not paying attention to the three men as he worked. “Should we… do something?” Tex said, letting his weapon down as he watched the manic pace at which Jack was stacking the boxes. Pinching his nose, Elias sighed. “Do you want the blame if something happens to him?” Elias said, slowly crouching down, putting his hand on the man's shoulder, causing him to jump. Blinking around, Jack looked at the three men. “Oh, hello again mister soldier man,” Jack said, his eyes darting around the room. “Hi… Jack…” Elias said, looking at him with an almost sad look on his face. This guy really has lost all grip on reality, he thought to himself. “I’m making a safe room to keep all the nasty homo monsters out,” Jack said, turning back to the boxes with renewed energy and working even faster. “But I can only make it big enough for me. If you all help, we can make a really big room to keep them out.” “Why don’t you come with us,” Tex said, talking to him like one would to a 5-year-old. “Wouldn’t you like to get out of here, buddy?” Jack stopped for a second, staring at the three. “We can leave now?” he said, a leery expression on his face. “Is the scary man here?” Jack looked around nervously for Stag’s unfriendly face. “No, he’s gone,” Tex answered quietly, remembering the bump on his head. “Hey… buddy… it’s time to go…” Gravestone said, going along with their logic awkwardly, speaking to him as a child. “You want to go, right?” “Yes please. I wanna go now,” Jack said, smiling and hopping up fast. Elias looked over at Tex, who only shrugged his shoulders. Leading the way, Gravestone grabbed the blueprint as they continued to walk. As the four walked, Jack continued to mutter to himself in a fractured conversation, not making any sense to the other three men. Finally, they found themselves at a chain link framed door, with a rusted sign that said “Maintenance” in fading letters. Slowly, Elias pushed the door open, hearing as it creaked loudly open. Holding his finger up to his lips, Gravestone took point and slowly walked through the pipe and HVAC-filled area, the occasional hissing of steam escaping several pipes as they slowly walked around more and more of the clear slimy-looking puddles. “Fuck, you think this might be their den?” Tex whispered, pointing to the numerous puddles. Elias nodded, thinking exactly the same thing. Fear was quickly pooling in his stomach, as he wondered if they were in fact walking into the belly of the beast. As silently as they could, they slowly explored the large basement, passing various pieces of medical equipment, HVAC units and more boxes. Finally, the team made it to a large rusted-looking door, the sign above clearly stating “Maintenance Tunnel to Building 2 and 4.” Next to it, a green lit numerical keypad sat next to the handle. “Shit… do we have a code?” Tex said, pointing at the keypad. Suddenly, Jack started rocking back and forth on the heels of his feet. “I know it… but… the monsters, they’ll come just like last time…” Jack said, nervously glancing all around. “He likes it down here… him and all the other nasty homo monsters. They like the warm and dark. They were so mean last time.” “He…. who is he… actually, you know what… just give us the code and we’ll keep you safe from him,” Elias said, quickly deciding to not overtax the already frail mind of Jack. “1, 2, 3, 4….” Jack said, rocking back and forth, hugging himself as he spoke in a sing-song-like tone. “5, 6, 7, 8… 1, 2, 3, 4… 5, 6, 7, 8…” “So much for that idea,” Tex sighed, shaking his head. “Fucking guy is truly looney tunes.” Elias slowly watched Jack to continue counting out loud, deciding to give the numbers a try. Firmly pressing 12345678, he almost laughed at the sheer stupidity of the code. “No fucking way…” Tex said, shocked as the indicator light turned from red to green. “Seriously… that's the code?” Pulling on the handle, Elias frowned as the rusted frame barely budged. Suddenly, a loud screech overhead broke the calmness of the basement as Zero’s voice broke out over the speaker. “Black Sigma, this is Zero in the security room. The primary liquidation team has just entered the building and will be at your location in five minutes. Repeat, the primary liquidation team is in the building.” Suddenly, multiple scream growls broke the relative silence of the basement. “NOOOOO NO NO NO NO!!!” Jack suddenly started screaming, clawing away as Tex tried to grab him. “I DON’T WANT THE SLIME! I DON’T WANT TO SEE HIM!” Several creatures came lumbering out of the room they had just checked, sniffing the air and looking around. Suddenly, three of the group of monsters turned and faced the soldiers, smiling and baring their sharp teeth. They almost seemed to chuckle as Jack suddenly ran at them, quickly pushing past the monsters as he ran away. Two of them gave chase after Jack and vanished from sight. “Shit!” Gravestone yelled, taking a defensive stance and pointing his weapon at the nearest monster. “You guys get the door open! I’ll cover you and get Zero.” Gravestone quickly put a tranquilizer into the nearest monster. For a moment, the team thought he was successful as the monster staggered, and gave a quick sleepy shake of its head. However, their hopes were quickly dashed as the monster simply looked down and calmly pulled the dart out of its chest, leaving a trail of thick black liquid dripping down its chest. It wiped the liquid away with its hand, before it looked back up at the men and seemed to smile even wider, drool pouring out of its mouth. It threw the dart away, and hissed at him. Turning around, Tex frantically began to tug at the door, slowly budging it an inch more open as air from the hallway rushed around the frame. The smiler calmly walked up to Gravestone, who tried to raise his gun to defend himself. Taking a massive swing, the monster slammed the man across the room, his head hitting one of the metal air vents with a solid thunk. “Commander!” Elias yelled, reaching out and trying to grab for the man, watching the entire scene in horror. Suddenly, Tex was finally able to fully open the door, pulling it open with a resounding metallic slam. Grabbing Elias, he pulled him away as the monster’s claws sliced through the cloth of Elias’ jacket, causing him to scream out in pain. Pulling the both of them as hard as he could, he grabbed the heavy door behind them, slamming it shut as the the monsters began to bang hard on the other side. Both men doubled over in shocked silence, their gasps hard and fast as they looked at the door in horror and astonishment. —------------- Helixion Genetics, South Maintenance Corridor, Building 3, Basement Level 5. REDACTED LOCATION. 23:20 MST. 30-Oct-20XX Slowly, Stag woke up, feeling somewhat groggy as the effects of the saliva finally wore off. An intense pain in the ass was the first thing he noticed. Looking behind him, he watched as the Alpha smiled down at him, slamming hard and fast inside of his ass. His arms were pinned to the floor making a T-shape by Patch on one side, and Pixel on the other. He instinctively tried to press himself up, but their grip was too strong, and he found he couldn’t move an inch. “Wakey, wakey… pretty boy…” the Alpha said, grunting as he continued to slam hard and fast in Stag’s ass. Stag groaned in pain and pleasure as his abdomen cramped up, feeling full of liquid like someone was flooding his insides. “Time for a second round,” the Alpha growled out, as a sharp pinching sensation shot through Stag’s core, forcing him to gasp out in pain and pleasure as he felt the infection start to take hold. Looking to one side at his hand, he watched as his veins plumped and skin already started to take on the sickly grey pallor. A euphoric smile spread across Stag's face, feeling the sudden rush as he felt his heart begin to race, and the room took on a hazy glow. Satisfied, the Alpha withdrew from Stag’s ass, leaving a gaping hole in its absence as a pool of thick black cum slowly drooled out of Stag’s ass. His comrades released him, and made space for the Alpha. Reaching back, Stag felt his hole, smiling as he brought his fingers to his lips and sucked them clean. The act surprised him, and left him wondering what had compelled him to do this. It had never previously occurred to him to taste the juices. Looking up, he watched as the Alpha spoke to a group of the creatures, unable to make out what they were saying in his muddled state of mind. The Alpha suddenly turned around and pulled Stag by the chin, licking his face with its large forked tongue before shoving it into his mouth. Stag again was surprised to find himself enjoying the feeling, rubbing his tongue alongside the Alpha’s. The taste was slightly metallic, and Stag couldn’t drink enough of the fluid as it transferred mouths. He would now be tasting this for a lifetime. “Hope you enjoy the ride, boy… The infection is going to set in fast this way,” the creature growled, suddenly releasing its grip on his chin as it walked away. “Just remember, this is what you asked for. And remember our deal. I expect you to come through.” Stag frowned at the parting words, when the group of smilers suddenly walked over and one knelt down, roughly shoving its glistening black cock deep inside Stag’s already brutalized guts without any words. Letting out a scream, Stag fought back tears as the monster quickly got to work.

Is it any different to the twice-weekly BREED parties?

From the beginning knew was a cumdump for cock and a pig for cock a little later on down the road and will suck any cock anytime for anyone and let any cock fuck me in hopes they breed me as well.....

How's doxypep working for you ? Noticing the difference? No more gono?

The CDC has approved it for meningitis. There's no mention of gonorrhea in there. One medical is a medical group (doctors, nurses..) that provide health services. They could offer it off label if they wanted with me paying but they are clearly not receptive to it "without more evidence" A bit odd but they are usually always on the latest when it comes to STD prevention. They started giving doxypep like if it was water from the very beginning.

I like either the Motel 6 on East Canyon or Travelodge a block or 2 down from it. I have had good luck with arranging hookups when I stay at either of them. It would also be worth your while to hit Club 541, I'm either getting fucked or fucking within a few minutes of getting in the door when I've been.

I was three times in Berlin and first I had a very similar experience like Jake, second the difference was only that I was also top. Finally it was mostly about slamming and fisting.

You misunderstood my discussion of anonymity. I was referring to the fact that it doesn't matter to the cumdump who is fucking/breeding him; of course HE doesn't desire anonymity—he wants the world to know. Also, while I agree that the mindset is important because it focuses his energy and attention with the goal being that his motivations and actions become automatic and his subconscious operates through a kind of "muscle memory." But without his acting on that primal drive to be used regularly as a load-collecting vessel, his mindset is merely theory or fantasy. Action is required; just thinking about it means he's only a cumdump in his mind.

Can we create some queue list or so? 😄

I can’t stand condoms so as soon as I heard about undetectable I started only fucking with poz ud guys, but before that i almost never used condoms. After almost becoming poz about 18 years ago where I went through much of the initial shock and emotions, when it turned out I was neg I was no longer scared of it and I love getting poz cock nowadays

My friend who also doubles as my big bro. It’s a good 8-9” long and fat with a nice curve. But what is influential is that he constantly tells me that he will knock me up with it when thinks it’s time. So it will change my life when he does do it

Our collective best wishes to you !!! Those of us that have been to that fantastic event will never forget it - particularly the PIG party. There are just not enough words to describe that event ...(well really descriptive words, anyway).

There are other ways to access these meds; the Mistr (not misspelled) program, for instance. Everything is done via mail-order, including the doctors visits. If you have the proper insurance, there's zero cost. You do have to complete a monthly test, however, which is also delivered to your door. The doctor's visits are via zoom or somesuch, the tests are easy to accomplish, and you just mail them back. Check it out.