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Like that you don’t seed and go. Most Topmen do lol

Chapter 13: Freedom’s False Hope Helixion Genetics, North Hallway, Building 3, Basement Level 5, Employee Bathroom. REDACTED LOCATION. 0430 MST. 31-Oct-20XX Jack had been hiding in a disused bathroom stall since running from his rescue team and the smilers. The hypersexual creatures did not give pursuit as Jack ran back through the length of the maintenance room, and into the long hallway. The first exit he found, he took: a seldom-used unisex bathroom on the basement floor. He locked himself in the room, and for added security, he entered a stall, shut its door, and locked himself inside that. Jack spent the next few hours curled up in the fetal position on the toilet, not making a sound until he fell into sleep. After a few hours had passed in silence, he awoke to find that nothing in the room had changed. No smilers were after him. He carefully opened the bathroom stall door, and peeked outside it. The room was just as he had found it. Tiptoeing out, he went to the sink and washed his face as quietly as he could. Then an idea came out of nowhere. He weighed the possibilities, and decided it was his best chance. Jack drank a couple handfuls of tap water, and carefully went to the bathroom door. Unlocking it, he paused, and waited for any sounds of movement on the other side. Nothing. He cautiously opened the door a crack, and peered into the hallway. Again, no movement, no sound. Relieved, he opened the door wider until he could exit. Jack turned back to the maintenance hallway, and gently moved down the hall until he was back at the large room. Boxes. I must get all the boxes. Cats like boxes. Monsters might be discouraged by them. Jack shook his head. Concentrate! You blew it, and you’re alone again. Fo. Cus. Inhaling deeply through his nose, Jack cautiously opened the door to the maintenance room. It was eerily quiet. Dawn would be coming soon, and the smilers would be asleep. It was his best chance to make a getaway. Walking inside, he found his makeshift cardboard box fort that he started earlier in the night. He scanned his memory just to be sure he didn’t fill them with anything that might make a noise. No filled boxes stood out. One by one, Jack moved them over toward the gate that separated him from freedom. Some boxes could be carried two at a time, and as his pile grew, he continued to watch his surroundings for observers. He didn’t even dare to breathe as he slowly crossed the room and moved boxes, maneuvering around the jumble of medical equipment and fixtures. One silent step after another, then another, and taking care to not touch anything other than his brown squares. After what felt like an eternity, Jack was back at the gate with all of them. The gate was still closed fast, and the green-lit numeric keypad awaited an input. Jack began to set them up to resemble a wall. Stacking them one on top of another, the cardboard wall quickly materialized, and Jack was finished. He looked at his handiwork, and stood back, proud of his exertions. I can be safe from view while I get the door open. And if the smilers should come upon me, it will buy me time to finish working. He hoped it would work. Then he realized he might be stuck after all. Wait! If I press the buttons, it’ll beep each time, and the mean creatures will hear it. They’ll come for me again, and I need to go! Suddenly, an idea hit him. He quickly and quietly pulled off his tattered jacket, and did his best to stuff the garment around the keypad to muffle the sounds it would doubtlessly emit. The job was sloppy, but it was his only idea, and time wasn’t on his side. With his index finger, he nervously pushed the ‘1’ key, and held the makeshift muffler with the other hand. The keypad beeped, as expected, but its echo was held back somewhat by the wadded-up jacket. Jack swiftly looked around the immediate area to see if anything was about to pounce on him. But there was nothing. He pressed the ‘2’ key, and checked his surroundings again. Still nothing. Emboldened by his success thus far, he entered the remaining code until he heard the lock release. He pulled on the rusty handle, and found the door almost didn’t budge. Frustrated, he took two ends of the jacket that were still poking through the bars, and tugged some more. The door gave a loud, undisguisable screech as its hinges finally gave way to Jack’s forceful opening. He didn’t stop to look about, and strained every muscle to move the door even an inch. Little by little, the stubborn rusty thing gave way as its hinges squealed and groaned. A scream growl was heard at a distance - quite likely the next room. This time, Jack stopped pulling and turned in a half-circle, expecting a smiler or two behind him. He saw nothing moving, but knew they were closing in. “No no no no no no…” He turned back to the door, and pulled a little more, desperately this time. It barely moved. Sensing no time to waste, Jack squeezed himself through what little opening he had created, and hoped his body would bend around the rest. Something finally went right for Jack since this whole ordeal began, and he fit through the gap with a little tugging and pushing. He let out a groan as his wiry frame pressed against the sturdy but stubborn door, especially where it crossed his ribcage. Finally, he found himself on the other side of it. Just then, the wall of boxes exploded as one of the smilers burst through it. Jack gave a startled inhalation and stifled a cry. He turned toward the exit, and raced down the passage, completely neglecting to close the door behind him. His footsteps thundered down the tunnel as he continued his mad dash to freedom, and he couldn’t get there fast enough to embrace it. The smiler who destroyed his makeshift wall let out a scream growl, and found the noisy door to be almost no challenge. It ripped the door off its hinges, giving one last high-pitched screech before it was separated from its frame. Tossing it aside, the smiler took off after Jack. Jack finally reached the end of the tunnel, and leapt through the opening, not caring where he landed. As soon as he touched dirt, he let out a low grunt on impact, and then resumed running and vanished into the darkness. —-------- Helixion Genetics, exterior. REDACTED LOCATION. 0500 MST. 31-Oct-20XX. The watch had been a boring, uneventful one. Garrett Morrison took this job only for the money, but he had hoped for more excitement. Growing up watching a lot of movies about prison escapes and science fiction and cop dramas gave him the false impression that security of important places would be just like that. High-stakes drama, medical espionage, and intrigue on such jobs had so far eluded him. This was his seventh posting for guarding a facility on the night watch, and it was just as dull as the first six. His partner, a no-nonsense blonde woman, was almost as restless as he, but she disguised it well. Caroline Fisher was still wet behind the ears in security, having been demoted from the police force after taking the fall during a jewel heist, and she was none too pleased with the abrupt change in careers. She, too, was here for the money to raise the two children that two men had left her to raise without any support, and she could at least work nights to provide for her fractured family. Working with them - or more likely, overseeing them - was Patrolman Beau Cosgrove. His career as a policeman had been uneventful, and saw mostly routine work: speeding drivers, DUIs, and the occasional shoplifter, all coming with an avalanche of paperwork. Beau was in late middle age, and set to retire in four years with a healthy pension. He was proud of the fact that he had never lost a perp or taken fire in the line of duty. He lived and breathed Blue, and expected his children would do likewise. “I want to do a perimeter check,” Garrett said, not disguising the boredom in his voice. “Go right ahead,” Beau said with a non-committal nod of the head. “Check in if you find anything.” “Yessir.” With that, Garrett turned down the right side of the building, and disappeared from sight. Caroline needed something to pass the time. “Patrolman.” Beau was listening, and said nothing. “Do you know what we’re guarding here?” “Nope,” was the only answer he would give. “Can you even guess? It’s just a science lab.” “Nope.” She adjusted her belt slightly, shook her feet out, and tried to occupy her mind. Patrolman Cosgrove wasn’t interested in conversation. “May I do a round when Morrison comes back?” “Sure.” Beau stood stiffly at his post like a sentry. “No more talking.” Well, aren’t you just a fun one, she thought derisively. Then something new came into view. A man in a torn white dress shirt and black slacks was running across the parking lot at top speed. Caroline instantly drew her firearm and pointed it at the man. “Freeze!” She ran in the man’s direction, accompanied by Beau. Finally, some action! her mind shouted. “On the ground! Now!” The man stopped his run at once, and dropped to his knees quickly with his hands in the air. As Caroline reached the disheveled man, she could see that he was dressed like a business executive, except that his clothes were almost ruined. She could smell him before she reached him, and a vile chemical odor and days of unwash made her scrunch up her face. “Hands where I can see them! Now!” she ordered. “Please don’t shoot me! I just want to go home,” the man pleaded. “You are in a restricted zone,” Caroline demanded. “You got any ID on you?” The man raised his head to her, keeping his fingers splayed outwardly, and almost sobbing. “I… I’m… Johnathan Blaine. My dad’s the CEO of this company. Everyone calls me Jack.” “Bullshit! Back on the ground,” Beau ordered. “Please, let me go!” Jack pleaded. “I’ve been trapped here for days, and I just want to go home. No more spit, no more smilers, no more scary military men or guns or boxes! Please, you have to believe me!” Jack shot a glance over his left shoulder, his eyes darting around, looking for a safe place. “We have to go, or they’ll catch me again. You don’t want to become one, too!” The name was familiar to Caroline, but anyone could have known that, and without ID, he could just be lying. “What the hell are you talking about?” Jack let himself sit down, and kept his hands where they could be seen. Namely, on his face as he sobbed with both relief and fear of getting shot at the one-yard line. “They got them all. Every last one. But I escaped! I escaped, I escaped, I escaped… I wasn’t supposed to be here…” “Damn right you’re not. Where did you come from?” Caroline said. Jack could only let out soft choking cries of relief. Finding sympathy for the man, Caroline lowered her weapon, and turned to Beau. “What do you think? This guy legit?” “Maybe,” Beau replied, his voice devoid of emotion. Caroline kept her pistol in one hand while trying to raise Jack to his feet with the other. “Take him.” “You’re coming with us,” she said. “This is a restricted area, and even if you are who you say you are, you’re still not supposed to be here. You may have been exposed to chemicals and infection while in the labs.” Jack’s face turned to alarm, eyes wild with terror and helplessness. He knew he wasn’t getting out of this. “No, no infection. They never took me and changed me. They spat on me over and over and over, and now I’m free, so they don’t get to chase me around anymore! And neither do you!” Jack gave Caroline a mighty shove - or what he thought was a mighty shove - and she stumbled backwards as he tried to turn and flee. Reacting quickly, Beau knocked Jack over the head, and he instantly collapsed to the cold pavement. “Quarantine,” Beau ordered. “Take him.” Caroline let out a sigh of relief, thankful she wouldn’t have to put a bullet in this guy. Whatever he’d been through, she recognized that he was traumatized by the ordeal, and would likely need medical attention. He’s an exposure risk. You have to take him. Quickly, she pulled out a pair of nitrile gloves before she removed the handcuffs from her belt, forced Jack’s arms behind him, and cuffed him. Beau assisted her with raising Jack to his feet, and finally holstered his weapon. Caroline did likewise when she was sure Jack was subdued. “Quarantine tents are around front, right?” she asked. Beau nodded silently. “Come on, sir. We’ll get you cleaned up, and you’re going to spend the night in holding,” she said as she walked Jack around toward the front of the facility. Jack sobbed silently all the way, not knowing what would happen to him next. Beau returned to his post without a word, but before he got there, a volley of something wet and sticky struck his face. He began to draw his weapon for the thing that assailed him, but the chemicals acted fast, and Beau was lying awkwardly on a plot of grass before ten seconds had elapsed. A lone smiler stepped out of the shadows. He sniffed the air for other nearby guards, and then encroached on his prey. It knelt beside Beau, and wasted no time undressing him. The smiler flipped him over onto his back; Beau was probably flying and unaware of what was happening. The belt was undone in a flash, and the dark blue pants were pulled down to Beau’s ankles. The creature didn’t even bother with the boots, but raised Beau up by the legs until his shoulders and knees were almost touching. Then it drooled into Beau’s anus, and tongued the puckered flesh so the entry would be slick. The smiler grinned wickedly as it lubricated itself, and got its large dick ready for what must be done. —---- Garrett’s perimeter search found nothing of value. Every time he saw movement, it was something harmless like a squirrel or chipmunk scurrying into the bushes. The soft hooting of an owl in an overhead tree leant an eerie Halloween vibe to the whole scene. This was as exciting as it got, but Garrett was grateful for something different to look at after the long night watch with nothing happening. As he finished his patrol, one discovery was made: an opening in the side of the building. Its metal grate looked like it had been kicked out forcibly, but still swung, ready to be closed again. Garrett looked around hurriedly in hopes that no one was nearby to see him inspect it. Then his nose caught an odor that sent him reeling. The grate was somewhat damp, and had only a small amount of a viscous and sticky residue in one spot, as if a wet hand had pushed it open from inside. Garrett drew his weapon, and peered into the tunnel behind it. He shone his flashlight down the shaft, but could see nothing. He’d seen enough movies to know that calling into a dark tunnel might cause something inside to come out swinging at you, so he didn’t vocalize into it. Standing up from the tunnel, he activated his radio on the shoulder. “Cosgrove, this is Morrison. I’ve found an open grate on the side of the building.” But Beau didn’t answer him. The next voice he heard was Caroline’s. “That’s probably how this guy got out.” Garrett stood blinking with confusion. “What guy?” Caroline’s voice again answered him. “We caught a man escaping the facility. Says his name is Johnathan ‘Jack’ Blaine. I’ve taken him over to quarantine for questioning and holding while we verify his identity.” “Ten-four,” Garrett answered. “Cosgrove, come in.” Garrett got no reply. “Cosgrove, come in,” he repeated. Only radio silence answered him. “Go check on him,” Caroline answered. “He should be back at post.” Garrett knew this was bad news. How many times had he seen a film of any genre where someone wasn’t answering their radio, and something bad was currently happening to them? Garrett holstered his weapon, and dashed back to the assigned area. What he found shook his senses and defied belief. Something large and black as night was visible against the grass, and visibly copulating with something he couldn’t quite see. Garrett could make out a pair of boot soles in the air on each side of the thing that was kneeling upright and thrusting its pelvis. Garrett drew his weapon, and stopping in his tracks, he shouted, “Freeze! Hands where I can see them!” He pointed his pistol at the muscular monster, who stopped its movements, and looked over its right shoulder with one slow, creepy turn of its head. Garrett slightly lowered his pistol in disbelief. The creature resembled a man, but didn’t. Its features were mostly disguised by the darkness, but he could make out several large teeth, all shining like daggers. The creature hocked back deeply, and from its mouth shot a wad of spit at Garrett. He feigned to his right, and the gob missed its target. The creature resumed fucking its prey at a frantic pace, trying desperately to finish the job. Garrett fired a single shot at the creature. Bulls-eye. He had shot it in the back, and the beast howled in pain. Then it withdrew from Beau, leaving his body in a slump on the grass, and turned to Garrett. It gave a scream growl, prompting Garrett to cover his ears with both hands, and then it fled into the woods before Garrett could fire at him again. With the monstrosity out of sight, Garrett rushed over to Beau and knelt beside him, checking for vitals. “You’re okay, Cosgrove. It’s gone now, just breathe.” Garrett instantly activated his radio. “This is Garrett Morrison, I need backup NOW at the security post. Officer down, I repeat, officer down! Paramedics required at the security post! Bring a gurney, STAT!” Garrett then noticed that Beau’s face was covered in the same sticky substance that was on the metal grate, and tried to wipe it off to facilitate breathing. The creature had been raping him, and Beau’s facial expression was one of infinite bliss. His small pecker stood at full attention, and mentally, Beau was wondering why the surprise romp had suddenly ended. Garrett looked back at the spot where the creature had fled. “What the fuck was that?” As Garrett’s voice faded from earshot, the creature continued its frenetic charge through the woods, never stopping for a second. In its memory, the smiler recalled its former life as an accountant with a boring desk job. But crunching numbers and sending invoices had done nothing to prepare him for getting shot. The smiler let this thought go - it felt like someone else’s life, a long time ago - and leapt over a fallen log. It could see what looked like moving lights up ahead, and it instinctively ran towards them. Finally coming out of the woods and to a paved road, the thing suddenly collided with a large semi-truck, which sent it hurling into a tree on the curve up ahead. As the creature sailed through the air, it thought, Too damn short. Darkness overtook him on impact with the tree as the first shafts of daylight began to appear on the horizon.

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First time I sucked a BBC, I kept imagining my Mom watching me.

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This mirrors my experience so much. When I started, I could never imagine bareback, much less with poz or anon guys. Gay was super [banned word] for me, too, back then. Wow, what a difference 25 years of sex makes. I’m on the same path here. Selectively not taking prep, seeking out poz hookups. I’ve made peace with it: I think I’ll be overjoyed once I’m finally pozzed. I think it’s a matter of time. Not sure which stage this is, but recently I’ve been telling anyone who asks that I’m poz even though I’m still neg. Seeing how their reaction changes. Sex has been more intense than ever.

nice that the wedding coordinator got his tip

I’ve been dealing with a similar situation. My main master is cool with sharing me but he’s not into a few of my other top buddies and a couple of my other top buddies are also not into groups. So I’m trying to coordinate a session where I start with the ones who don’t like groups back to back by themselves and then my master and the other tops who don’t mind sharing can come take over.