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Chapter 31: Slipping the Leash Clearview University Medical. Steighn wing, high security ER ward. 00:07 MST. 1-Nov-20XX. REDACTED location. By the time Elias and Trevor made it back, the room already felt too small for what they were about to attempt. Tex stood near the foot of the bed, arms folded, eyes locked on Zero. The man lay restrained but restless, his body caught somewhere between stillness and tension, like something beneath the surface was waiting for permission to move again. The overhead lights cast a harsh sheen across his altered skin—darkened, almost grey in places, veins faintly visible beneath the surface like shadows trying to break through. The door opened quickly behind him. Tex turned. Elias stepped in first, coat half-buttoned, expression sharp and focused. Trevor followed close behind, already moving toward the counter with a small insulated container in hand. “We got it,” Trevor said, setting the container down and immediately opening it. His movements were precise, controlled—clinical in a way that felt almost reassuring given everything else going on. Tex exhaled quietly. “Good,” he said. Then, lowering his voice slightly as Elias stepped closer, “We’ve got another problem.” Elias’s eyes flicked to him. “Krell’s here.” A brief pause. Tex continued, voice tight but controlled. “He’s already in the ER. Tried to throw his weight around. I stalled him, but…” He shook his head slightly. “I think he clocked something. Not fully, but enough to start asking questions.” Elias didn’t react immediately. His attention shifted past Tex, landing on Zero. “We’ll deal with Krell when we have to,” Elias said quietly. “Right now, this comes first.” Tex watched him for a second, then nodded once. Trevor had already drawn a syringe, carefully pulling a measured dose from one of the labeled vials. Even now, in the middle of everything unraveling, he handled the process with practiced precision—checking the label, confirming the concentration, expelling a small bubble of air from the needle. “If Grant was right,” Trevor said, almost to himself, “this should interrupt the replication pathway…” Tex leaned slightly closer, watching Zero’s chest rise and fall. “Or it does nothing,” he said. Trevor didn’t look up. “We’re about to find out.” Elias stepped to the side of the bed, one hand resting lightly on the railing. “Do it.” Trevor nodded once and moved in. The needle slid into Zero’s arm cleanly, the motion quick and controlled. Trevor depressed the plunger steadily, delivering the dose in one smooth push before withdrawing the syringe. For a moment, nothing happened. The room held its breath. Then Zero’s body jerked. Not violently—just enough to make all three of them tense. His chest hitched, breath catching unevenly as his muscles tightened beneath the restraints. A low, strained sound slipped from his throat, somewhere between a groan and something less human. Tex straightened. “Okay—there it is.” Elias leaned in slightly, eyes narrowing as he watched. Zero’s skin shifted. At first it was subtle—so subtle Tex almost thought he imagined it. The unnatural grey tone began to soften, faint traces of natural color pushing through like something breaking the surface after being buried too long. The veins along his neck, once dark and pronounced, began to fade. Not disappear, but recede. Trevor stepped closer, eyes locked on the changes. “Look at that…” he murmured. Zero’s head rolled slightly to one side, his breathing still uneven but no longer as strained. His eyelids fluttered. Then slowly— His eyes opened. For a split second, they were still wrong. Too dark. Too deep. Then the black receded. Not all at once, but enough. Color returned. Real color. Tex felt something shift in his chest. “…It’s working.” No one else spoke for a moment. They just watched. Zero blinked slowly, unfocused at first, his gaze drifting across the room without recognition. But the tension in his body had changed. The rigid, unnatural stillness was gone, replaced by something closer to exhaustion than control. Trevor let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. “It’s not a full reversal,” he said, already analyzing. “But it’s doing something. It’s interrupting the process.” Elias nodded slowly, eyes still fixed on Zero. “That’s enough.” Tex ran a hand through his hair, adrenaline starting to settle into something sharper. “If this works on him,” Tex said, “it might work on the others.” Elias turned slightly. “Then we don’t wait.” Trevor was already moving, setting the used syringe aside and reaching for the remaining vials. “Gravestone?” he said. Tex’s expression tightened. “Yeah,” he muttered. “Let’s hope we’re not too late.” — They moved fast. The moment they stepped out of Zero’s room, Elias felt the shift—the brief, fragile hope giving way to something sharper. Urgency. What they had just seen was enough to act on, but not enough to trust. Trevor kept pace beside him, already talking through the next step. “If the response holds, even partially, with the timeline you gave me, Gravestone should hopefully still be in a transitional phase,” Trevor said. “That’s where we have the best chance to interrupt—” They reached the room. Trevor pushed the door open. Elias stepped in behind him—and stopped. The bed was gone. Not empty. Gone. The space where it had been sat bare beneath the fluorescent lights, faint scuff marks tracing where the wheels had once locked into place. A monitor had been shoved aside, its leads trailing uselessly across the tile, emitting a soft, intermittent beep as it searched for a patient that was no longer there. Elias didn’t move for a second. Then his mind caught up. No damage. No signs of a struggle. This wasn’t a breach. Someone had moved him. Trevor stepped forward, scanning the room, disbelief flickering across his face. “…Oh fuck,” he muttered. Footsteps approached behind them. Elias turned as a nurse appeared in the doorway, her expression tightening as she took in the scene. “Doctor Kade—” “Where is he?” Trevor asked immediately. The nurse blinked. “The patient?” Elias stepped forward slightly, his voice calm but firm. “Where did you take him?” The nurse hesitated, then answered quickly. “Radiology. They said the portable machine wasn’t strong enough. Something about needing a larger machine because of his size—” Elias felt the weight of that settle instantly. Radiology. Trevor’s tone sharpened. “Who approved that?” “I—I don’t know,” the nurse said. “They just said it was necessary—” “Where is it?” Elias asked. Trevor turned to Elias immediately, already thinking ahead. “Radiology’s one floor down,” he said quickly. “Take the main stairwell—its faster than the elevators. You’ll hit imaging first, he’s probably in one of the rooms down the main hall on the left.” Elias nodded once. Behind him, Trevor was already stepping back. “I’ll find Tex,” Trevor added. “He needs to know what happened—” “Do it,” Elias said. He didn’t wait. The hallway narrowed around him as he moved. Not quite running—but close enough that people stepped out of his way without being asked. The background noise of the ER faded behind him as his focus locked forward. They had moved Gravestone. Put him somewhere isolated. Unprepared. Elias pushed through the stairwell door and started down, taking the steps two at a time. Radiology meant closed rooms. Minimal staff. No containment. His jaw tightened slightly. If the cure worked, there was still a chance. If it didn’t— Elias picked up speed. Because either way, he needed to get there first. Before Gravestone got loose. — The light came first. Too bright. Too sharp. It pressed against his eyelids, dragging him upward through a heavy, fractured fog. For a moment, he didn’t move. Didn’t think. Just existed in that slow, suspended space where nothing quite made sense. Then the sound reached him. A low mechanical hum. The steady whir of imaging equipment cycling nearby. Voices—faint, muffled, just beyond the room. Hospital. That realization surfaced slowly. And with it— Weight. Gravestone’s awareness sharpened just enough for him to register the pressure across his body. Tight. Restrictive. Not just straps—something more rigid beneath him. His back pressed flat against a hard board, his shoulders pinned in place, his arms secured at his sides. His eyes opened. The ceiling above him was unfamiliar—smooth panels, harsh overhead lighting. Radiology. The pieces didn’t fall neatly into place, but they didn’t need to. The environment was wrong. More wrong than the restraints. He shifted. Or tried to. The straps held firm, biting slightly as tension ran through his muscles. A flicker of irritation surfaced—quick, instinctive. Then something else moved beneath it. Not a thought. A presence. It didn’t speak in words. It didn’t need to. It simply arrived. Cold. Certain. Absolute. Get up, Nathan. Gravestone’s breath hitched slightly. The fog in his mind didn’t clear—it fractured. Fragments of memory slammed into place out of order. Faces. Orders. The last mission. The moment everything had gone wrong— and beneath all of it, something new. A network. He could feel it now. Other minds. Distant but connected. Moving. Thinking. And above them all—Him. The Alpha. The command pressed down again, heavier this time. Move. Gravestone’s fingers flexed against the restraints. The material creaked. “Careful—careful—don’t shift him yet.” The voice came from somewhere to his left. Gravestone turned his head slightly. A male radiology tech stood beside the bed, leaning over him, one hand braced against the edge of the hard board beneath him. Another tech, female, lingered near the doorway, uncertain. “We need that board centered for the next image,” the first tech continued, clearly focused on the task in front of him. “He’s too big for the portable—this is the only way we get a clear image.” Gravestone watched him. The man didn’t notice. “Hey,” the tech called over his shoulder, voice tightening slightly, “can you go grab someone from the ER? I don’t like how he’s waking up.” The second tech hesitated. “And page security,” the first added quickly. “Just in case.” Footsteps retreated from the doorway. The room quieted again. Gravestone’s attention returned to the man leaning over him. He could hear his heartbeat. Fast. Nervous. Ripe for infection. The Alpha’s presence pressed in again. Stronger now. Closer. We don’t have the time. Get up. Gravestone’s muscles responded. The strap across his chest tightened as his body shifted against it. The board beneath him scraped slightly as his shoulders lifted a fraction of an inch before the restraints forced him back down. The tech froze. “…Sir?” he said carefully, hands still braced on the board. “You need to stay still. We’re just trying to take pictures to see what bones are broken.” Gravestone didn’t respond. He tested the restraints again. Not with panic, but with intent. The material strained this time, the faint sound of stitching pulling under pressure. The tech stepped back half a pace. “Okay,” he said, voice and tone rising just slightly. “Yeah, no—don’t do that.” Gravestone turned his head toward him fully now. Their eyes met. For a moment, the room went still. The tech swallowed. “You’re okay,” he said quickly, more to himself than to Gravestone. “We just need to—” The command hit again. Harder. Move. Gravestone’s entire body tensed. The strap across his right arm snapped first with a sharp crack, the force sudden and decisive. The board beneath him shifted as his shoulder lifted, the restraint tearing free from its anchor point. The tech flinched back. “Oh—shit—” The second strap followed. Then another. The sound of tearing material filled the room as Gravestone forced himself upright against the board, the remaining restraints groaning under the pressure. The tech stumbled backward, hitting the counter behind him. “Security!” he shouted, voice breaking now. “I need security in here—now—” Gravestone sat up fully. The board shifted with him, sliding slightly as the last of the restraints gave way. For a brief moment, he simply sat there. Still. Centered. The fog in his mind was gone now. Replaced with clarity. Purpose. The Alpha’s presence settled over him like a shadow. And beneath it— That image again. The next target. Gravestone stood and the tech tried to move. Too slow. Gravestone’s hand shot out, catching him by the front of his shirt and slamming him back against the counter hard enough to rattle the equipment behind him. The man gasped, breath knocked out of him. Gravestone leaned in slightly, studying him for a second. Almost curious. Then his attention shifted past him—toward the door. Toward the hallway beyond. Leave that one there and return to me. Gravestone smiled faintly. “Yeah, yeah…” he murmured. “I’m on it.” Gravestone took a deep breath in, and in one fluid motion, spit a large glob of slime into the man’s face. He kicked and tried to scream for a few moments, until the tech sagged as Gravestone released him, sliding down against the counter. Gravestone looked back. “Pity,” he growled out. “Would have been a fun one to fuck.” He stepped over the edge of the board as it slid off the bed behind him and moved for the door. Out into the hallway. And toward his target. — The hallway opened up in front of him, long and sterile under fluorescent light. Gravestone moved through it without hesitation. People noticed—but too late. A nurse glanced up from a chart, confusion flickering across her face as he passed. A patient being wheeled past turned their head, eyes widening. Someone called out behind him—uncertain, questioning—but no one moved fast enough to stop him. He didn’t run. He didn’t need to. Every step was deliberate. Grounded. Controlled. The Alpha’s presence sat at the center of his thoughts now, steady and unrelenting. Not overwhelming—but guiding. A pressure at the back of his mind, shaping direction, reinforcing purpose. The image remained clear. Somewhere ahead. Gravestone turned a corner. And stopped. Krell had just stepped back into the corridor when he saw him. For a split second, his brain didn’t process what he was looking at. A man—no, something that had once been a man—standing in the middle of the hallway. Barefoot. Unrestrained. Shoulders squared like he owned the space he stood in. Recognition hit a moment later. “What in the…Briggs?” The name came out automatically. Then everything else followed. The posture. The size. The face. Wrong. All of it – wrong. Krell seemed to shudder as if he felt something unfamiliar crawl up the back of his spine. “How the hell are you here—” he started, stepping forward, instinct overriding caution. Gravestone tilted his head slightly. The movement wasn’t confused. It was… assessing. Then he smiled. Not the easy, controlled expression Krell likely remembered from briefings and command rooms. Something sharper. Something that didn’t belong. Krell stopped. The hallway seemed to narrow around them. “…What is this?” Krell asked, his voice tightening despite himself. “What are you doing here?” Gravestone took a step forward. Slow. Measured. “Oh, come on now… you don’t recognize your own work?” he asked, voice lower now, carrying a strange edge that hadn’t been there before. “Although, I must admit, the way you limited the growth with poor Zero definitely pales in comparison to letting the virus replicate naturally." Krell’s jaw tightened. “This… the virus wasn’t supposed to do this,” he said. “Stand down, soldier.” Gravestone laughed. The sound echoed slightly in the empty corridor, wrong in a way that made the space feel colder. “Stand down?” he repeated. “You think you still get to give orders? We all got to feel what you put Mason through. Took all the pleasure out of it. Perhaps it was time you got a taste of your own… medicine.” Another step. Closer now. Krell didn’t move. Didn’t step back. Didn’t yield. “Whatever this is,” Krell said, forcing control back into his voice, “you are still under my command—” Gravestone closed the distance in a blur. One second there was space between them. The next— Krell was off the ground. Gravestone’s hand closed around his throat, lifting him effortlessly until his feet left the floor. Krell’s back hit the wall behind him with a dull, jarring impact, the breath forced out of his lungs in a sharp gasp. For a moment, he couldn’t speak. Couldn’t think. His hands came up instinctively, gripping at Gravestone’s wrist, trying to pry it loose. It didn’t budge. Gravestone leaned in slightly, his expression shifting into something almost amused. “You think you’re in any position to give orders anymore? You used us,” he said quietly. “Turned us into test subjects. Guinea pigs. Sent us in blind and called it strategy.” Krell forced air back into his lungs in short, shallow bursts, his vision beginning to blur at the edges. “That was—protocol—” he managed, voice strained. Gravestone’s grip tightened. “Sure,” he said. “Definitely didn’t leave us out of the loop so you could see how your new toy worked in the field. And now look at us.” He tilted his head slightly, eyes locking onto Krell’s. “We’re the ones at the top now.” Krell’s face darkened, the pressure cutting off his airway, his hands still useless against the iron grip at his throat. “You thought you were building soldiers,” Gravestone continued, voice calm—too calm. “Turns out you built something far better. We are gods without a leash.” Krell’s vision flickered. Likely for the first time that night— He looked afraid. — “Put him down.” The voice cut through the moment. Gravestone’s head turned slightly. Elias stood at the far end of the corridor, shoulders squared, eyes locked onto him. He had arrived just in time. Or far too late. Gravestone smiled. “Reaper,” he said, almost pleased. “Perfect timing. I was just meaning to speak to you about some things.” Elias didn’t move closer. Didn’t reach for a weapon. His gaze flicked briefly to Krell—face darkening, body going slack—then back to Gravestone. “Put him down,” Elias repeated, firmer this time. Gravestone looked back at Krell for a moment, as if considering it. Then he gave a soft, almost thoughtful hum. “This one?” he said. “This is the one you should be thanking for creating all of us.” He lifted Krell slightly higher for emphasis. “He’s the reason all of this happened,” Gravestone continued. “The reason we got turned into this. Don’t think I can’t smell his gift growing in you too, Elias. I can feel how much you’re fighting against him. Would be much better if you just gave in and joined us.” Keep him distracted, Gravestone. I almost have what I need. Gravestone’s smile sharpened as he watched Elias, head tilting slightly like he was studying something beneath the surface. “You feel it too, don’t you?” he murmured, voice low and coaxing. “That pull. That itch you can’t quite scratch.” He took a slow step closer, eyes locked on Elias like he was peeling him apart layer by layer. “Don’t pretend you didn’t feel it at the gym. The moment it happened—how good it felt. Not just in your head… in your bones. Like something finally clicked into place.” His grin widened, cruel and knowing. “That wasn’t me, Reaper. That wasn’t the Alpha. That was all you.” He circled slightly, not breaking eye contact. “And it’s still there, isn’t it? Sitting right behind your thoughts. Every person you look at, every heartbeat you hear—it’s whispering. Telling you how easy it would be.” His voice dropped further, almost intimate now. “How right it would feel to just let go for a second… to stop fighting it and give in.” He paused, watching for the smallest reaction. “You didn’t hate it,” he added softly. “That’s the part that scares you. You liked it.” Krell’s hands slipped slightly against Gravestone’s wrist, his strength failing. Gravestone’s smile widened. Elias didn’t move, but the words lodged deeper than he wanted to admit. It wasn’t just noise—wasn’t just Gravestone trying to get under his skin. There had been something at the gym. A moment. A flicker of… not satisfaction, no—he refused to call it that—but something dangerously close. His jaw tightened as he forced the thought down, hard, like crushing glass underfoot. That wasn’t me. It couldn’t be. He knew exactly what this was—an infection, a manipulation, a chemical lie dressed up as instinct. But even as he told himself that, he could feel it—faint, persistent—like an echo that didn’t belong to him, brushing against his thoughts, nudging, suggesting. Elias focused on his breathing, on the weight of the syringe still hidden at his side, on anything real, anything his. He would not let something else decide what he was. Not now. Not ever. “Hmmm… keep telling yourself you're the good guy here, Reaper. I can hear your mind scrambling to fight it. Meanwhile, I think I’ll keep him,” he said lightly. “Break him down. See what’s left when he finally stops fighting.” His tone shifted—even darker now as his attention briefly turned to Krell. “Maybe I’ll make him… useful. I could use a bootlicking footrest when I kick back with a cigar. Would you like that, Krell? Get a taste of your own medicine?” Elias’s stance didn’t change. But something in his expression hardened. “Commander Briggs... Put him down,” Elias said again. This time, his hand moved slightly behind his back. Gravestone noticed the syringe. His eyes flicked down, then back up. And he laughed. “Seriously? A little prick from a prick like you? What are you planning on doing with it? You gonna fix me? Neuter me like a dog?” he asked, turning his head to the side, his mocking tone turning cold and bitter. “Is that what that is?” Elias didn’t answer. Gravestone leaned in slightly, voice dropping. “Just know… If you’re not with us,” he said, “you’re against us. And after that little stunt your cocky boyfriend pulled with the ambulance? I’m playing dirty now, too.” The words landed heavy in the space between them. Then— He moved. Krell’s body was suddenly airborne as Gravestone released him and threw him forward. Elias reacted instantly, stepping in and catching him before he hit the ground, the impact still driving him back a step as he absorbed the weight. By the time Elias looked up, Gravestone was already gone and moving fast, quickly disappearing down the corridor. Still following the Alpha’s command faintly echoing in his ears. Return to me. I have what I need now.

Oh my... I had wondered if Bull might be later in the chain, but first wrecking and seeding done... no looking back, not need to think in regret! And I am so pleased to see Ash making his move, or leaving his mark... who knows, but another great chapter @thescribe730 - thank you :)

yesterday around lunchtime. Arranged a gangbang for my birthday. 5 cocks took turns pounding my hungry pussy. Got 6 loads in there and a 7th in my mouth. Got DP'd and they filmed me being a total cumwhore. FUCK it was so hot. And woke up this morning horny as fuck.

I miss the gloryholes at almost every univerisity or College. There always at least one bathroom know for cruising and it had a gloryhole. But sudenly they all disappeared from the universities and moved to the saunas. Saunas never had gloryholes because they had to pretend being about "health" or gym, and gloryholes would have been hard to justify. The first sauna that had gloryholes was in Montreal, Rue Rachel. The darker room in the back had 3 cubicles with GH between them and became popular right away. Because of the gloryholes I started to go there often. Until GHs started to appear in almost every sauna.

Chapter 20 - Revelation "On your back on the bench faggot." Bull's tone was commanding and BoiFagBarbie rushed to obey. The men had left a space around the bench in the middle of the large room. A room that already seemed super-heated from the presence of so many men. There really were a lot of men. He couldn't count them but if his owner said there were thirty then he knew there were thirty. Just as he knew that there was no pretence or subterfuge now. The other men had been Poz but these men were Poz and toxic. Unmedicated, detectable, their bodies primed with high viral loads. He remembered reading those profiles on the forum. 'Poz' was one thing, 'Poz, not on meds' was what he craved, what really excited him. Well he had that now - he had it all around him. Excited eyes, determined mouths, stiffening cocks - all there for him. Only he and Ash looked to be below forty years of age but that didn't matter. These men were mature, experienced in breaking in new boi pussies and giving them what they needed and deserved. They were just who BoiFagBarbie needed. Why settle for one poz daddy with a hard cock when you could have two - or ten - or thirty! Thirty was so many men. He could sense their heat on his delicate skin, smell their musk, their pheromones, their sweat. Heard the sound of clothes being removed, saw hands gently stroking cocks, sometimes the owners and sometimes not. Here and there a man dropped to his knees and began sucking the man next to him. BoiFagBarbie saw it all and felt no anxiety or jealousy. The men were preparing themselves to enjoy his hole and he knew that. He was the star of the show, the little bratty princess, the dumb slutty cum-pig whore. In the end it would all come to him. All of their experience, all of their power, all of their potent toxic cum. It all belonged to him tonight and he would be getting it - whether he still wanted it or not. The thought sent a chill of ice water through his veins, veins whose blood would soon be tainted and corrupted for these men's pleasure. Were they sadists or did they just not care about anything but dropping their toxic loads in a neg hole? None of that seemed to matter as Bull grasped BoiFagBarbie's legs and pulled him to the edge of the bench. The man was strong, a Bull indeed, manoeuvring the younger man like a ragdoll. He picked up those pale, coltish, legs and put them up to his shoulders as he stepped forward. The contrast with his tanned hairy chest was as blatant as it was arousing. "You want this fucking cock faggot?" Bull was almost growling as his cock head pushed up against the tight fresh hole of the dumb little bitch. "Yes sir - please fuck me." "Once a toxic cock is in you it don't stop till it seeds you. No condoms, no meds, no pulling out. So you want this toxic cock faggot?" It was so crude, so obvious, so blatant. So dangerous and so - not risky, risky wasn't the word. His mind was lost in a fog of conflicting emotions and though he knew what he should answer his mouth was suddenly as dry as the desert. "Who gives a fuck what you want anyway." Bull smiled and pushed forward. His now lubed cock was perfectly lined up to the hole and Ash had done the prep work well. The little faggot squealed like a stuck pig but his hole was warm and tight and welcoming and wasn't that the only thing that mattered? BoiFagBarbie felt that increasingly familiar almost burning feeling as his hole stretched to admit and then accommodate Bull. Fuck but this man was so big! BoiFagBarbie tried to say something but it just came out as a squeal. A squeal that became a moan as the biggest cock of his life so far remorselessly claimed him. He felt so full, that was obvious, but it was more than that. As others had fucked him there had been moments of intense pleasure - moments when they were pressing his 'fag button' as they called it. Jeering as they saw him react and crave more. Now this big cock seemed to be constantly stimulating him, massaging him, leaving him no respite from a pleasure so intense it could only be dangerous. So intense that from this day forward it could never be denied. The cock in him stopped moving for a moment and his eyes popped open. He hadn't even realised he had shut them. In those intense moments he had only been aware of the sensations coming from his hole. Now his vision was back and his hearing too, the obscene insults and threats from the men heard but unimportant to him. All that mattered was that beautiful cock, the way it made him feel, the way it had become the whole center of the world for him. Bull looked into the dumb faggot's eyes. They were pretty eyes but that wasn't the point. That wasn't why he looked so intently, why he was careful to notice every reaction of the little slut to his own movements. Bull knew his business. He adjusted his technique to maximize the pleasure of the cute little piece of ass he was currently plundering. He made it real good for the boy but that wasn't why he did it. How this boi cunt - whose name he had already forgotten - felt about it only really mattered for one reason. When the Bull did his job right he could take a young fag to places they had never imagined, had never even dreamed of. He had the experience, he had the equipment - he had the motivation. Take a little fag like this to those places and the whole rest of their life they were desperate to get back there. They'd chase that next hit like a crack ho. Take any cock because it might be the one. They'd get to the point where they lived only for that next hard cock, that next load of seed. They'd become just who Bull wanted them to be and that was why he did it. "Keep looking at me," growled the Bull, "I like to look into the eyes of a dumb neg bitch when I knock him up." There was that additional pleasure of course - but that would be a little while yet. Just now the Bull had to lay down some pipe, stretch and bruise that sweet little hole a little. He picked up some pace and gave the boi pussy another couple of inches. He watched the boi's eyes and saw them flinch a little but keep determinedly fixed on his own. He liked that and he put a little more power into each stroke. Heard the boy gasping and even felt his hole clenching a little, trying to milk his seed. All in good time - he wasn't half done yet. He kept going until he bottomed out, as he knew he would, the boy was almost petite and Bull was anything but. BoiFagBarbie had held his eye contact with Bull from the moment the incredible fuck had started,. Before had been amazing but this was just sooooooooooooo good!!! This was how it was meant to be, this was what his whole life had really been building up towards, this was what he had dreamed about so many times. Finding a man like this, a man who could do this to him. The moments of pain were so worth it, were so much a part of it. Part of giving himself - part of his sacrifice. Besides they faded and just left the amazing pleasure, the amazing high and he rode that high like a motherfucker, fought to keep his eyes locked on the eyes of the man who could do this to him, could make him feel like this. Then - it happened. The big cock inside him hit something and it hurt, it hurt bad! It might be ripping him up inside! He howled in pain. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO - NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO - STOPPPPP - PLLLLEEEEEASSSE - STOPPPPP." All he heard were the shouts and cheers of the men surrounding them, all he saw were the eyes of the Bull. All he felt was that big cock withdrawn and then pushing forward - again, again and again. It was too much - he couldn't take any more. And then... Then, it happened. Something seemed to give, deep inside his body, seemed to 'pop'. Bull's big cock pushed on to claim new virgin parts of his body and mind. BoiFagBarbie put his head back and howled again but this time not in protest but in pure pleasure and amazement. How could something feel so fucking good!!! Again he heard and saw nothing, knew nothing except the feelings from his boi pussy. His whole body quivered, his legs against the Bull's broad shoulders, his arms held in position by two other men. His little cock spasmed inside its cage and shot cum over his flat stomach. All just symptoms of the wave of sensation and pleasure that had peaked and crested within his mind, body and soul. He gasped again and finally opened his eyes. That was the moment the Bull had been waiting for. Seeing those pretty eyes open all full of wonder and amazement and joy. That was the moment he needed. A couple of hard thrusts and then he was sending powerful pulses of his toxic seed as deep in the little whore as he could plant it. So deep so that it wouldn't ever come out, would always be a part of him. Bull smiled in satisfaction as the look in the young man's eyes changed. The slut had discovered the rewards of the life he had chosen and now he also knew the price he had to pay. Sperm and virus planted deep in their millions and it would only take one. Boi fags were like girls that way - you didn't get 'a little pregnant' and it surely did change your life. Bull knew that from personal experience, every man there knew that from personal experience. Only one person there did not, BoiFagBarbie. Well, Bull was pretty sure that would soon be changing. The big man puffed out his cheeks and exhaled. It had been a job well done and he was almost reluctant to withdraw his cock from that fine hole. However, there were others waiting. BoiFagBarbie saw Bull withdraw and felt regret. He wished he could hold this man close - the man who might just have pozzed him. However, that wasn't going to happen. As Bull withdrew another man took his place. A much smaller, younger, man - whose much smaller cock looked painfully hard. Inexperience made entry a bit of a fumble but soon the cock was home and then the young man set up a furiously fast, frantic, rhythmn. In the back of his mind BoiFagBarbie understood that this was Ash. The young newly converted and highly toxic man had made his decision. Being a top may never have interested Ash before but now things were different. Now he had a meaningful contribution to make, a real target to accomplish. Jerome looked on and nodded his approval. Ash had that youthful, healthy, harmless look that always went down real well with the explorers and the experimenters. The married men sneaking out for some cock. The newbies just getting started. Most of those sorts would run a mile from men like himself, Wolf or the Bull. Run and NEVER look back. Sweet little Ash there would have them desperate to bend over a bench or against a tree or in some club back-room. Not even thinking about a condom until they felt his seed shot up in their guts. Yeah - Ash was a valuable addition to the brotherhood. The night was going well and it had only just begun. ***

Wow that guy’s lucky. Mind sharing the details and how did u manage to suck him that long?

Thanks for your words of encouragement! And I agree, if I could get fisted everyday I would too.

even better when the boyfriend arranges the whole thing.

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Ah, Dan has really been doing some research understanding about brushing and that ultimately a blood injection might be required, but great to see that Dan is actively owning his drive to get pregnant. The question is, did Dan tell Rick about the Professor trying to fuck him and his desires in the future to be an open hole for use?

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Steamworks Berkeley. Always good raw pussy there. That was my first bathhouse and I loved it. I've also been to Steamworks Montreal & Vancouver, both good. And Steamworks Seattle (sucks). Seattle doesn't have any hot tub or social area. You don't realize how important the social areas like the hot tub, sauna and steamroom are until you go to a bathhouse without one. I've also been to the sleazy one in San Diego (can't remember the name) and Club Z in Seattle. At least Club Z has a sauna and steamroom. It's nice to be able to hang out in between fucks. I love love love Steamworks Berkeley. I hate Steamworks Seattle but it's my closest "Steamworks" I have a current membership to Club Z in Seattle. I have no plans to go back to Seattle Steamworks anytime soon.

hope u get stealth

I left work and went to my classes. As I both sat at work and class and walked around I felt more comfortable with the butt plug in me. At a meeting at work the Professor could see me shifting as he knew the plug was in me. I met some friends after class at a bar and drank and had some Mexican food. After I ran some errands and then finally went home around 9pm. I washed up and went into Rick's bedroom. He was there on the couch watching TV. I kissed him and sat down next to him. We watched Tv for a bit and then the show finished. We talked about our day and then I told him I went to the store to help me get pregnant with his seed. He smiled and asked what that was I pulled out a toothbrush. He smiled. I told him I went on blogs to find out how to get infected. There were many ways including injection of blood. I told him I wanted to start with this. I knew he used his fingernails to scrape me but thought this may be another tool for him to use. "Will you please use this on me. I know it will hurt but I feel I need to do my part too so you can knock me up and I can get pregnant" I said smiling. "You sure, It will hurt and I won't be gentle" he said "I know and I also read you shouldn't use lube just spit" I told him. I then pulled down his shorts and took him in my mouth. After a few minutes sucking and licking his meat he was hard. I pulled down my shorts, my cock hard and got on me knees and looked up at him and said "Daddy brush me my pussy and make it bleed then fuck me please with your seed and knock me up please" I begged. "Get on the bed on all fours boy" he said He put down a pad on the bed. I did jump on the bed and got on all fours. He pulled out the plug and he inserted the brush. I made sure to get the firm brush. I hurt like a lot. And he wasn't gentle. I yelled and grunted as the pain was intense. He was brushing my hard and it was scraping my inside. He even pushed it in real deep to the point where it almost went all the way in me losing the brush passing my second ring. After a minute or two of scraping my insides he pulled it out and showed it to me. I turned over and saw it. It was covered in blood. He put it on the night stand, took his hard cock and placed it as my ass and lifted my legs. He then pushed into me in one motion. I yelled. I hurt. The pain was a searing sharp pain in my ass followed by the dull pressure of his huge meat. I yelled. "Shut up you wanted this. I am going to knock you up" he said. He started to fuck me hard. It really hurt. I felt him rub against my prostate which felt a little pleasure but it was also scraped and felt the burn pain inside. He kept fucking me. I heard the wet slapping sound of the fucking. It hurt, there was no pleasure. I just grunted and bared the pain. I knew this had to be done and wanted to do my part to get knocked up. "Yes Daddy i did want this, I want to get knocked up" i moaned and grunted. After about 10 minutes of fucking me on my back i brought my legs down and pushed him back on the bed keeping him in me. And then i rode him like that. It felt a little better and wanted to again do my part to get knocked up. "Good boy, you are going to get Daddy's charged seed soon" he said. After a few minutes he moaned "Here it comes boy" as I felt a warm spurt in my ass. My cock was only slightly hard and this was the only time I could think of when I didn't orgasm. It just hurt a lot but i worked thru and it and wanted it more than the pain. After he calmed down he pulled out. His cock was covered in blood with a little cum mixed in that I could see. I took a towel and cleaned him off. He kissed me and pulled me close to him, we cuddled. "I am so happy and proud you did this for us. I know it must've hurt. I appreciate your willingness to do this so you can take my seed and get knocked up" he said kissing me. "I am glad I did. I want you to knock me up so much" I said looking at him with puppy eyes. We kissed and cuddled. Before falling asleep he put the plug back in which hurt but I was in his arms and filled with his cum. In my mind i felt like i could feel his seed marking me.

A lovely couple of chapters, I enjoyed the early morning wake-up fuck, Rick just fucking Dan no questions asked, and also loved that Dan is now openly telling guys he is owned and wanting Rick to poz him before he then believes he will be able to be fucked by anyone / everyone. @mancoco - thank you, lots of teases and future story lines in there, and I hope you explore some of them 😈

Well I love all dick but something about making white men cum just 😍

Pig here that love cnc and race play

Host at an apartment, AirBNB or hotel that is near transit in big cities (subway / bus station) or near the interstate in country areas (USA). Do NOT post in your ad "thinking about taking loads tomorrow at 3 PM" As a breeder top I'm gonna read that ad as "he's gonna chicken out." Give us a location we can easily get to, and a time and place.

All night long 6 hours

Hi all i’m curious to know how long is the longest you’ve sucked a cock? I remember sucking this thin straight black dude who got a great BBC for an hour in a private arcade booth. He was sitting down while i was on my knees between his leg savoring his cock til he cummed in my mouth. Few days ago, there’s this black dude i sucked who got a nice BBC as well but i only lasted 30 minutes coz i was too horny and decided to cum while sucking him. I was hella disappointed coz i’ve waited hours for someone like him to show and i just blew it. I left and he stayed in that private booth with his huge cock out and some guys tried to go in right away to taste that cock. I was so mad at myself! Still thinking bout that cock now. 💔 Anyways do yall have tips developing that jaw stamina to suck cock for a very long time? I’ve seen some comments on pornsites that some of these cocksuckers would suck for HOURS!! I need to know their secrets.