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I've done it a few times: walked out of a cruisy mall bathroom with a thick cum facial, walked a forest trail from a cruise spot to my car through a group of bird watchers, and strolled a busy street in a city's gay village (with cheers and applause) after taking a few loads in an alley behind a bathhouse. Love the bewildered look of "that guy has something on his face" that turns to "is that what I think it is?". People in the gay village definitely knew what it was, lol.

2 Marked by the Sting The air in the nest was heavy, thick with the scent of sweat, poppers, and unbridled lust. Dim, flickering lights cast long shadows across the walls, illuminating the biohazard tattoos that adorned the bodies of the Skullface Scorpions. Their scorpion insignias, dark and menacing, seemed to pulse with life, Dressed in nothing but a tight harness and a jockstrap, his pale skin glistened with a sheen of sweat, his body already buzzing from the booty bump he’d taken earlier. The drugs had kicked in, heightening his senses, making every touch, every sound, every breath feel electric. The nest was a chaotic symphony of moans, whispers, and the occasional slap of skin on skin. The Scorpions circled him like predators, their eyes hungry, their cocks throbbing with anticipation. Each man was a vision of raw, unfiltered desire, their bodies marked with the symbols of their brotherhood. Riley’s cousin, his sponsor into this world, smirked as he stepped forward, his hand resting heavily on Riley’s shoulder. “Ready to join the brotherhood , boy?” he whispered, his breath hot against Riley’s ear. His voice was low, laced with a promise of pleasure and pain, of transformation and surrender. Riley nodded, his eyes wide with a mix of fear and excitement. He’d known what he was getting into, but standing here, surrounded by these men, he felt both terrified and exhilarated. This was it—the moment he’d been both dreading and craving. His cousin’s smirk widened, and he gave Riley’s shoulder a firm squeeze before stepping back, leaving him exposed to the nest. The Scorpions closed in, their presence overwhelming. One of them, a tall, broad-shouldered man with a scorpion tattoo crawling up his neck, stepped forward. His eyes locked onto Riley’s, and he reached out, gripping Riley’s hip with a firm hand. “You’re gonna be one of us, boy,” he growled, his voice rough with desire. “Gonna take the bug, spread our seed.” His words sent a shiver down Riley’s spine, a mix of dread and arousal coiling in his gut Before Riley could respond, another Scorpion pushed forward, his cock already hard and leaking pre-cum. He grabbed Riley’s harness, pulling him closer, and without warning, pushed him to his knees. Riley gasped as the man’s thick cock pressed against his lips, the salty taste of pre-cum teasing his tongue. “Suck it, pig,” the man ordered, his hand tangling in Riley’s fiery hair. Riley obeyed, opening his mouth wide and taking the man’s cock deep, his throat constricting as he gagged. The man groaned, thrusting his hips forward, fucking Riley’s mouth with abandon. The nest erupted into a frenzy of movement and sound. Hands grabbed at Riley, pulling him to his feet, pushing him onto his back on a nearby bench. The harness was tugged tighter, the jockstrap ripped away, leaving him completely exposed. The first Scorpion stepped forward, his cock throbbing, and without hesitation, he lined up with Riley’s hole and thrust in, burying himself to the hilt. Riley cried out, his body arching as the man began to pound into him, his hands gripping Riley’s hips with bruising force. “You’re ours now,” the man hissed, his breath hot against Riley’s ear. “A poz pig, a party pig, a Scorpion.” His words were a mantra, repeated by the others as they took turns, their cocks relentless, their hands roaming over Riley’s body. They gripped his perky breasts, tweezing his nipples, their fingers leaving red marks on his pale skin. They whispered filthy promises, their voices a chorus of depravity, as they fucked him deeper and harder with each thrust. Riley moaned, his body trembling, his hole stretching to accommodate their cocks. The drugs in his system amplified every sensation, every touch, every thrust feeling like it went straight to his core. His mouth was wet and open, begging for more, as they fed him their cum, their seed mixing with the Tina and G already coursing through his veins. The room spun, the clouds of poppers enveloping him, and Riley felt himself slipping further into their world. One by one, they took their turns, passing him around like a prize. Each man left his mark on Riley, their cocks branding him, their cum filling him. His body was a canvas for their desires, his hole a gateway to their brotherhood. Riley’s moans grew louder, his voice hoarse as he begged for more, his body craving the pleasure and pain they inflicted. As the last Scorpion pulled out, Riley collapsed onto the bench, his body slick with sweat and cum. His ass twitched, still adjusting to the relentless fucking, his mouth filled with the bitter taste of their load. The nest surrounded him, their hands reaching out, branding him with their mark—a scorpion insignia pressed into his skin with a heated iron. The pain was sharp, searing, but Riley barely flinched, his mind too clouded with pleasure and drugs to care. “Welcome to the clouds, brother,” his cousin said, his voice filled with pride. Riley looked up, his eyes glassy, his body still trembling. He was theirs now, a new Scorpion, ready to spread their seed. On his knees, he bowed his head, his ass still twitching, his mouth filled with their cum. The nest cheered, their voices a triumphant roar, as Riley’s transformation was complete. He was no longer just Riley—he was one of them, a poz pig, a party pig, a Scorpion. And as the drugs and cum mixed in his system, he knew there was no going back.

Neg masculine good looking bloke not on prep on southern Gold Coast wanting to breed with poz men.

Chapter One: The Scorpion’s Mark Riley Kane had always been drawn to the strange corners of the internet — forums whispering about transcendence, power, and awakening. Most of it was noise: conspiracy threads, cryptic videos, encrypted chats. But one night, he found something different. A name that kept surfacing again and again. The Skullface Scorpions. People said they were more than a group. A movement. A family. Their symbol — a skull wreathed in black smoke, the jaw replaced by a scorpion’s tail — appeared in graffiti under bridges and on the cracked walls of abandoned factories. No one knew who led them, only that they followed someone called Gray. James Gray had been a scientist once, or maybe a soldier, depending on which story you believed. He’d survived something terrible — an experiment gone wrong, a near-death encounter — and came back changed. Some said he could bend people’s will with a word, others that he carried a presence you couldn’t resist. Those who met him called him The Voice. Riley’s cousin Tyler had been the first to speak of them in person. “They don’t hide what they are,” Tyler said one night, leaning against Riley’s car, eyes burning with a strange certainty. “They don’t lie, they don’t fake it. That’s why I joined. Because out there—” he waved toward the city lights “—everyone’s pretending. The Scorpions don’t. With them, what you see is what you are. No masks. No walls.” Riley frowned. “And what’s their motto again?” Tyler smiled, the kind of smile that held both warning and pride. “Raw is law.” Riley didn’t understand it then. But Tyler explained — being “raw” wasn’t about danger or recklessness. It meant stripping away everything false. Facing the world as it was, and yourself as you truly were. Now, weeks later, Riley stood in the heart of an abandoned warehouse at the edge of the city, surrounded by humming lights and rhythmic sounds that seemed to come from the walls themselves. “Every nest begins with belief,” Tyler said, his voice echoing through the vast room. “We burn away the old life to make room for the new.” The hum grew louder, vibrating through Riley’s ribs. Around him, figures stepped out of the shadows, each marked with the Scorpion’s insignia — a biohazard symbol twisted into a tail. He didn’t know if he was afraid or exhilarated. Then the doors sealed. The initiation had begun

Mount – Palm Springs 10/4 I recently traveled to Palm Springs for the first time to attend the Mount event at CCBC. First of all, I would like to thank anyone that reached out to me for answering questions about Palm Springs. It was very beneficial to have a little knowledge about the area, etc. I checked into the CCBC on Friday, but did not attend the Mount event, but rather the Cumunion event at Club 541. In short, had a great time and got bred at least 13 times that evening. But on the the bigger item. For anyone interested or thinking about the Mount event, don’t hesitate and do it. Of course, not knowing anyone / traveling alone, my mind and nervousness slowly dropped after just talking up with other attendees. It also helped in during the day on Saturday, I was able to speak to a few that did the event on Friday evening, but they were going to being volunteering for the Saturday event. Every little bit of info ahead of time was helpful. 5:00 p.m. check in starts. I was staying in a room that could see the registration area, and noticed there were people checking in around 4:45 p.m. so I decided to go and get that done. Wise choice! I was talking with one of the members that work these events and gave me some pointers. As a bronco, you basically have an area that after check in, there is a place to wait in line to be taken into the coral for the 7:30 p.m. meeting of the broncos. Jokingly I asked the member if I was actually seeing that there were 3 people in line already and it was only 5 p.m. “Yes” they are. Well, I guess its time to wait and chat with other broncos. Keep in mind, there are about 16/18 slings available and fuck tables and benches in the coral area. Simple math, the first 16/18 broncos in line have the choice of getting a sling. Well, got up to the line and there were a few more broncos so I was like #7. It was only 5:10 p.m. Oh well, I wanted this experience and was not going to miss out on a sling if I could help it. Time actually went fast talking and everything with other broncos. Some were there the night before and some were first timers like myself. Note to self: More knowledge is best! Time actually went pretty fast. All out for the same thing, everyone was pleasant and chatty. It helped as well, as your space in line could be held by new acquaintences to run to rest room, drink run, etc. By the time we were ready to enter the corral, there were probably 40/50 broncos behind me. 7:30 p.m., the stable master opened the gate and said to follow him into the corral. Keep in mind, the corral is circular in shape, the outside perimeter has a wall so no one can see into the corral. There were 16/18 slings lining the outside perimeter of the inside wall with the center containing all sorts of picnic benches and fuck tables. All the broncos were taking their positions. I got into one of the slings and one of the other broncos I was waiting with took the sling next to me as we were going to check on each other during the event. The stable master began his speech about the rules and instructions. Rule 1; If the hand goes up, everything stops. The cowboys are also instructed on this as well. The organization wants to make sure you are in a safe environment and nothing happens to the broncos. The hand up can alert the wranglers watching the area that the bronco needs a break, needs water, needs to move position, the cowboy is too big, or has a piercing. My anxiousness was lowering even more hearing all of the safeguards that they have in place to make sure you feel safe, especially being blindfolded. Rule 2; The blindfold must stay on at all times. If you take it off, you are thrown out. Hence the hand raising to get what you need. I witnessed a wrangler (helper) every few slings and throughout the center of the corral. It was very well watched and they were helpful in everyway. Rule 3; If the wrangler notices that you aren’t getting a lot of action, they may suggest they move you to another area. Not as a punishment but rather, they want everyone to experience the best of this event. As the other similar types of parties post, just because you are there, and a lot of people, my not guarantee you will get a lot of action. Note to self; that’s always been in the back of my mind. Rule 4; If you want to move to another area, hand up and wrangler will take you there, however you lose your spot, (in a sling space) you would give that up to a bronco that may be waiting to try one that opened up. **not a rule, but we were told that the cowboys were having their meeting and they are instructed this is a fuck event. It’s not a stand round event. The organizers basically don’t want a cowboy mounting a bronco and a group of other cowboys gathering around watching and waiting their turn. “Wow” I thought. What a concept. You know, we have all been to events and everyone is swarmed around one bottom guy. Not in this case. They want the cowboys to be one on one and then move on. Note to self-interesting. More mind easement. But still, the amount of broncos I saw in that corral, still wondering if this was going to work. Almost 8p.m. – Announced all broncos must place their blindfolds on. Not to be removed. So, up in the sling I am in a jock, sox, tennis shoes, harness and ball cap with a blind fold. I kept a small tube of lube in my sox that I could reach without having to ask for help. I looked up, almost a full moon outside, beautiful night out and up goes the blindfold. I think, good luck! 8 P.M. – The stable master announces that cowboys can march in and mount. The deep breaths I was taking! It was a very vulnerable feeling. Trust me. To my surprise, within 10 seconds, I was mounted by my first cowboy and to my surprise, bred my ass. Slapped my ass and said thanks. I have to say, there were never more than 10 minutes between mountings. Every so often, the wrangler in my area would come up to me, announce who he was and asked if I needed a break, water, anything. The wrangers really kept an eye on us. After being in the sling for 3 hours and 10 minutes, I was mounted at least 24 times that I remember (lost count after about 20) and got bred by 18 cowboys that I know of for sure. Just as the last cowboy was unloading in me, I heard him talking with the wrangler by me and said “Geez, how many times have you shot, and the cowboy said 7”. 11:10 P.M. – The Stable master announced that all blindfolds could come off as everything was winding down. When my blindfold came off, I look on my face was priceless. There were 4 of us in slings left. 2 of us were done, and the other 2 had cowboys mounting them. Everyone else had gone. It looked so different with no one in the corral compared to when it started and me thinking “What did I get myself into”? So here is the important numbers, and thought I did not do too bad that night. There were 66 broncos (bottoms) and 94 or 96 cowboys (tops) I will take the 24 mountings with great pride! And the 18 breedings with even more pride! Would I suggest doing this if you have thought about it; YES Would I do this again if the opportunity comes up again; YES I also want to thank the MOUNT team www.guys2.com for their work they put into this and their organization. It was a hot event and couldn’t ask for a better experience.

Could be. I'm getting on in years and I now have a fuckstastic young stud who fucks me several times a week. I love to surrender to him. But in my younger years I was a real power bottom. And I do clearly remember who (sometimes, often also not) was in control haha and that wasn't the top haha!!

I don't know why, but this setting--a pizza shop--makes this pozzing (& chasing) story even hotter. Maybe, it's because I live in a college town with several pizza restaurants and have many very cute delivery guys. Wouldn't be hot to have some of Scorpion Daddy's sons offering to gift their strain to customers? Maybe, this "service" would be on a "secret" menu of Scorpion boy services?! Looking forward to see where @Uncut300takes us readers in the next installment.

I had a good session being in the middle twice on a visit to the sauna. I love it too.

Last night, my awesome FB. We always end with Him breeding me, which never fails to leave me feeling whole. Prior to fucking me, He wanted to 69. i think He is wanting to make me cum in His mouth and says it's "okay" if i do, He's never experienced that before. i'm a lot of firsts for Him. He's a solid mass of muscle and His favorite way to 69 is to straddle my face, He gets very occupied sucking me and i don't think He realizes that He is putting His full weight on His cock in my mouth. i'm totally pinned between Him and the mattress and pretty much cannot move to even stroke His cock in and out of my mouth. At first it was a little disconcerting feeling, because He is quite a ways down my throat. Every once in a while He'll move His hips and face fuck me, but for the most part, it's like my face is impaled on His cock and i find myself just having to lie there and hold Him that way. At first i wondered how i would be able to breath, but have found i can get to a place of completely receiving Him that way and there and i'm just holding Him in my mouth and throat... and now i find my self missing and longing for Him to be there today. It's like i become a sheath, or container for Him until He's ready to fuck and breed.

I went to the sauna, I was in a slut mood. I wanted to stick my cock in anyone and get as much cock in me as possible. I have not been regularly crusising to get satisfied the last couple of weeks. They have changed the maze and taken out a private room recently, removed the gloyholes and put a new soft gym mat on the floor there. So you can just fuck in the open. You can get down on your knees on the mat. The floor mat is in a nice alcove with a lube dispenser. I just walked in took off my towel, threw it in the corner and lubed up my hole and stroked my cock, watching the big video wall around the corner. I waked past a rooms and saw a guy leaning over the bench in there. I fucked him with the door open, and another big cock guy came up behind me and played with my lubed up ass, he closed the door and he eased his big cock in my hole and fucked my ass slowly while I was fucking the guy over the bench. That was a good start. I didn’t want to cum yet so. We broke up after about twenty minutes. 1 plus 1 = 2 fucks. I walked over to the peepholes and there were two older guys there, I guess they are partners, me and young smooth guy played with their cocks, they got hard. And those partners loved the attention and they fucked each other and put on a show for me and the smooth guy. The partners went off, I think to the spa pool area. A hairy dude came along, him, me and the smooth guy, all went to a room. We fucked and sucked in every combination. It was hot and sweaty in there, a bit like a steam room. We had a lot of full body contact. The young smooth guy came up my ass but was quite about it, his cum leaked out later when another dude fucked me. We were in there for most of an hour. At one point, smooth guy got me to lie on my back and he sat on my cock and got the hairy guy to put his cock in behind him, so the smooth guy had two cocks raw fucking his hole. Then me and the smooth guy had a 69 while the hairy guy fucked him. I got a close up view of some cock and balls fucking hole right in my face, dripping with sweat and lube. Some good, sweaty, piggy fucking and sucking to taste and smell. Two cocks in me, and I fucked them both too, so 6 fucks total now. Over on the mat in the alcove, there was this buff asian guy and another older guy and a third guy about my age. We stood around jacking, the third guy kneeled and sucked us. The older guy was hard as fuck, I moved so his cock head was brushing my hip. He liked that and he felt my ass to find me well lubed up, he moved around and rubbed his cock in my crack, I aligned my hole with the tip of his cock and I pushed back and he fucked me for a few minutes. +1 fuck = 7. I was high on lust, I remember fucking some guy while standing on the mat, I just bear hugged him and fucked him and another guy came up and fucked me at the same time, so the second time being the meat in the sandwich, I love it. I remember thinking it would be good for another guy to join in and make a fuck chain. Anyway there was a lot of cum running down my leg, and the guy fucking me said he did not cum in me, so that’s when I realised the smooth guy blew his load up my ass. +2 = 9 fucks, I think. I kind of lost track of the guys. I went back to the locker room took a shower and drank some water and relaxed in the spa pool, hard cock older guy was in the pool. Buff asian guy and the hairy dude from earlier joined us, there was some cock touching going on in the pool, which is not common there. I said we could play in the maze area in a bit after we have relaxed. Twenty minutes later, back on the mat in the alcove, no towel, lubed up, hairy guy bends me over and slides his cock in, we have a bit off a play, I am not sure if he came in me, I think he said he couldn’t, but he had to head home now. So I kinda think he blew his load in me. Buff guy wants me to fuck him but hairy guy has me warn out. 10 fuck total now, but same hairy guy from earlier. We go over to a big bed that fits four guys, right in front of the video wall, big cock guy from earlier is watch porn and stroking. Buff guy says he wants to cum in my ass, big cock guy is supportive of the idea. So I roll over and push my face against the big cock and I am jacking him in my face. And buff guy goes to town wrecking my hole for several minutes at a time, taking a break for me to play with big cock guy and then buff guy fucking me hard again like an animal. He blows his load in my ass and then plays with his cum leaking out my hole. I think that was 11 fucks, 9 guys. My hole was so brutalised I can’t even blow my own load, I got two, maybe three loads in my ass. What was great, no one even reached for a rubber, just raw cock everywhere. Everyone was up for fucking and sucking as much bare cock as they could. I like that people don’t really care about hiding in a room when they are fucking. I have been going to this place on and off for about three years, people used to mostly fuck in the rooms. I think that people did not like to be seen bare fucking out in the open, they would hide in a room and fuck raw, but I get off on people seeing me bare fuck, and they know that's what I want. A couple of the regulars, I know they used to wrap up and they don’t now. I like that guys just put their cock in a hole and go for it, what ever feels hot in the moment.

Chapter 2 - Buck It was just after midnight as I locked the door. It had been a good night and bad night. It had been Jayden’s last shift with us. He graduated a few weeks ago and was now moving across the country for his new job. It had been a busy night. All night long the regulars that made up the bulk of our sales came in to get a pie and say goodbye to him. He was loved by staff and customers alike. He was the first person I hired, besides my best friend and the shops second in charge Anthony. We had only been open a few months when we realized we needed more help. Jayden lived a few blocks away and saw our sign for help and applied. He was a great hire. Hard worker, smart, resourceful and great with guest. He could work all the areas in the shop but he was best suited for and normally worked the counter. He was an expert at customer service. Him being a cute flirty twink definitely helped. I climbed into my old reliable truck that I have had forever. I thought back to when the shop started and what inspired me to change my life and open my pizza shop. I had been a professional chef, went to school, spent a summer in France working at a prestigious restaurant, all that stuff. At 30 I had worked my way up to sous chef at one of the most elite restaurants in the city. Me and my fiancé, Chad, had just celebrated 10 years together. He was a successful realtor. We lived in a beautiful townhouse in one of the best parts of the city. That all changed when I got a cold I couldn’t seem to kick. It was summer so it was unusually for me to be sick. I rarely even got sick in the flu months. I made an appointment and went to my doctor who did some tests, but we also decided to do my regular STI check since I was getting other labs done. Considering Chad and I were monogamous and had been our whole relationship it seemed like over kill to test every year for STIs. Luckily my doctor had always insisted. He gave me some meds to help with my cold and sent me home. He called the next day and asked me to come back to the office. I didn’t know why but I soon found out. Well lo and behold I tested positive for HIV. I was shocked, I asked him to test again, but he said he had run the test twice to be sure and I definitely had it. He told me to go home for a few days, rest, stay home from work, and then we could meet again in a couple weeks to go over the options. When Chad got home that night I had all the evidence I needed to comfort him. The texts on his tablet linked from his phone, the pictures and videos he had tried to hide in a hidden folder, the website history to the hookup sites he’d been using. Chad confirmed it all. He told me he known for a few months he’d been poz. A hookup lied to him and gave it to him. He figured it wasn’t a big deal since I always topped I pointed out that on our anniversary he had bred me. I demanded to know if he stopped to think about the chance of infecting me before he fucked me that night. Again, he blew it off saying he thought it be low risk since it was just once. Well that led to even more fighting and yelling. In the end we split. I went to my parent’s house. I told them partial truth, Chad had cheated and we broke up. Over the next few weeks Chad and I came to an understanding. He’d buy me out of the town house (at a premium), we’d split up our stuff with me getting anything I wanted, and then never talk to each other or our to the others families again. We had a strict no tell agreement for both us on our status to families and friends. Part of the deal and why I got the lions share of our assets was because I agreed that if by chance my family found out I was poz, I’d agreed not to name him as the culprit. In those weeks we figured all that out I had also decided to leave the high pressure world of the elite restaurant game. I was sick of living life in a kitchen bending to others demands. My head chef was a tyrant. Most I had worked for were. I decided life was to short. I went back to my doctor 3 weeks after I’d tested hiv positive. We talked about it. He was only 5 years older than me but I had known him forever as our family were friends. He actually surprised me when he admitted he was positive too. He had not told his family about his status and assured me mine didn’t have to know. He also told me he had been a chaser. That there were lots of guys out there that wanted the “gift” he called it. He went over the normal treatment plan for those with hiv but he also told me how we could keep me off the antivirals. We’d just need keep an eye on my blood work and when it got to a point I needed it we could put me on meds. I was confused and curious. He sent me home and told me to think about it. When I got home he had sent me a ton of links to different poz websites. He also sent a ton of poz porn links. After a few hours I was hooked on it. It flipped a switch in my mind. The idea of being a part of someone forever. Changing their dna and life. It made me hard and I shoot gallons that night thinking of doing it! The next morning I meet my realtor, who didn’t know Chad thankful, and toured a red brick building in a working class part of the city. I wanted to open a very basic pizza shop. Serve good quality pizza at a decent price and make sure we had excellent customer service. I loved the building. It was a perfect fit for what I needed. Just the right size. No other pizza shops were near by. There was a free city parking lot across the street for those coming to carry out. It was just what I needed. I made an offer and a few days later we closed and signed on the line. I paid all cash, thanks to the money Chad paid me for the town house. I came up with the name for the pizza shop by chance. One day as my tattoo artist was inking my right peck with the red scorpion tattoo I had decided to get it hit me. I’d call it Scorpion Pizza and the tat I was wearing would be the store logo. After I left the tattoo shop I went and meet Ant (Anthony) at his place and told him about my idea. He had already agreed to help me remodel and then run the pizza shop. He was my best friend since childhood. He was the only person close to me I told about being poz. He was cool with it and even cool with the gifting side. He was bi, but we never fooled around. Just weren’t each other’s types. He was on prep but admitted the poz idea was hot. He was completely behind the name and the scorpion logo. He even joked about the laughs we’d have every time we looked at the logo at work knowing the true meaning. The renovation and set up didn’t take long. We were open and going in no time. We had basic menu with 10 speciality pizzas and a creat your own pizza as option number 11. We only had 3 sizes of pizza (small, medium, large) and only one type of crust. The only thing we sold besides pizza was 2 litter bottles of soda. Even then we had Cole, Diet Coke, and Sprite. We were going to keep the menu simple and concentrate on quality of the food and on customer service. I didn’t know it when I bought the building but the shop was in an area highly populated with LGBT+ members and creative artist and such. With us being queer owned our first few customers were glad to spread the word around the neighborhood. Thats when business picked up and Jayden came on board. He was also actually the first of what we now call scorpion boys. I knew the scorpion, especially the red and black one, was know in the chasing community but I found out quickly a lot of our gay customers knew exactly what it meant. Even those that were not poz or chasing. They all seemed to embrace it. That is when they started calling Ant and Jayden the scorpion boys. I was bestowed the name daddy scorpion. We all had a fun laugh at it and moved on. Till one day I was closing with Jayden. It had been slow. We had all the prep work for the next day complete and all our cleaning was done. So we were just talking. I was 31 by this time, 8 months poz, and not yet had sex with anyone. Jayden was 19, 5’6, 130 lbs, slim and very twinkish. Had a sweet angelic face. He had blonde hair and blue eyes. His skin white and soft to the touch. He also had a nice tight round ass. Not too big but it was firm and round. His tight pants showed me that from day one. He also had a nice bulge in his pants. Not that cock size mattered to me as a top. I mean I have 8 in dick that is beer can thick so I am no slouch below the belt. But sucking on a hung bottom’s big dick then playing with it as I fucked him was always fun. But I wasn’t going to put my shop on the line for it. That night changed every thing. He startled me with a question as we waiting for closing time. “So daddy Scorpion, how long have you been poz? Are you on meds?” Jayden bluntly asked me with a mischievous glimmer in his eye. “Umm well, I shouldn’t really talk about this with you but I guess I can. I been poz about 8 months. I haven’t started my meds yet.” I answered with a red face. “Very nice. Does daddy Scorpion have any poz sons yet? I have seen the tat on your chest that we use for our logo. Well they are almost exactly the same. Your tat has blood drops, the logo doesn’t.” Jayden said ignoring my obvious awkwardness around the subject. “You got me again, the shop name and logo came from my tat. But we decided it was best to leave out the blood. And, umm I haven’t had sex since I tested positive.” I answered with more awkwardness. “We, is it??? Is Ant poz too? Does he have a tat hidden away?” Jayden pushed. “No, he isn’t. He is neg on prep. But he is supportive of me.” I replied. Jayden had been getting closer to me as we talked. He was now only a foot away from me. he licked his lips and gave me a devilish smile. “So no poz sons yet. That’s a shame. Are you not into that? You said you aren’t on meds. So that’s a bit contradictory to you not being into poz play. Or is it that you just haven’t found the right boy yet to be the first to knock up?” He asked as I felt his warm breath on me. “Wel”, mmm, I guess, umm.” I started then spit it out, “I am into poz play. I have a ton of poz porn website bookmarked on my phone. I just haven’t got the courage to actually find a chaser yet.” I finally admitted to him. That is when Jayden reached over and put his hand on my jeans, right over my raging hard and leaking dick. He started to rub my cock through my jeans as he moved even closer. He reached up and pulled my head down to his and took my lips into a kiss. “Well daddy Scorpion I want you to breed me here over this prep table and knock my boy hole up!” He said. Before I could respond he had lowered to his knees, unbuttoned and unzipped my pants, pulled them down to my knees as my dick flopped out and hit him on the lips. Is was a good day to not have wore underwear. He took my leaky cock head into his warm soft mouth and began to suck and lick it. He used one hand to play with my heavy full balls. He had me moaning in seconds with any thoughts of the inappropriateness of fucking and pozzing your employee gone from my head. My poz sex deprived dick was in charge now. He was swallowing me 3/4 of the way in no time. He tried and tried but couldn’t get it all down his throat. My thickness made it near impossible to deep throat me the whole way. But he gave me one of the best blow jobs id ever had in my life. “Fuck boy you know how to suck!! Your mouth is like fucking heaven. If you keep that up I am going to cum down your throat!” I warned him. ”Oh no daddy Scorpion, I want you toxic babies in my ass.” He said after he pulled my rock hard dick out of his mouth. He pulled over a step stood we keep in the back, stripped off his jeans and underwear, and got on it and leaned over the prep table. His beautiful full ass was staring at me. The pink hole barely visible between the cheeks. Just a light dusting of hair was there. “Please daddy Scorpion, eat my boy hole and then fuck your charged cum into my neg hole!” he told me as he looked back over his shoulder. I didn’t hesitate and dove into his hole. Chad didn’t like getting rimmed so it had been years since I ate ass. It tasted so good, even better than I remembered. His pink hole was so tight and tasted so good. It winked at me every time I pulled my face back to take a breath. Jayden squirmed, moaned, and pushed back against my tongue. He was loving it as much as I was. After about 5 minutes though he interrupted my ass eating. “Fuck daddy Scorpion you know how to eat boy hole. But I want that big fat raw poz dick in me!” he demanded as only a power bottom twink boy could. ”We don’t have any lube boy. I am thick, it will hurt if I fucked you with just spit.” I told him as I continued to cup and play with his ass with one hand as I stroked his 9 in dick (that was on the thinner side) that was hanging down between his legs. “I don’t need lube daddy!! Just spit on my hole and your dick. That and all that poz precum you are leaking will be enough. If it hurts and tears me a little that fine. It just means your poz babies will take easier in me.” He said as gave me a pleading look. “Ok boy don’t say I didn’t warn you.” I said and then spit in his hole. I sucked on two of my fingers and put them in his hole to open him up. then spit in his hole and added a third. Then more spit and a fourth. He was moaning and fucking my fingers the whole time. When I got him opened up I spit in my hand and rubbed it onto my raging hard dick. I lined my leaky head up with his hole and gave a hard push to get my fat cock head into his hole. He jerked and swore, but didn’t try to pull away or complain. I worked my thick dick into his hole an inch at a time. It didn’t take long and his ass was against my pubes. His hole was tight and warm. He was moaning in pleasure now. When I didn’t move trying to give him time to get used to my dick he took things into his own hands. He started to fuck himself in my dick. Pulling toward then slamming himself back against my crotch. I wasn’t about to have my boy call the shots. “Oh, you won’t be setting the pace boy! That’s my job.” I told him as I put my hand on his shoulders and slammed hard and deep into his boy hole! That made him cry out in a mix of pain and pleasure. He wanted it rough, I was going to give it to him rough. I long stroked him making sure to slam as hard as I could into his hole on the down stroke. I continued this hard long stroke pounding for a while, making sure to show this boy who was boss. I pulled him up, turned his head to me and made out with him for a minute. After which I bent him back over and started small fast shallow rabbit fuck strokes into his hole. I reached around and starred to jerk his long thin leaky dick. It only took a few minutes of my jack rabbit strokes hitting his prostate and my hand job to make his hole squeeze me tight and his balls to pull up. “Fuck daddy Scorpion, you are going to make me fucking cum!!!” He yelled. “Fuck yes boy, shoot that cum!! Your hole is squeezing my dick so hard I am going to nut!!” I warned him. ”Fuck yes daddy, fill me with that poz seed!! Knock my neg boy hole up!” He said as his hole continued to spasm and grip my dick. “Fuck yes, here it cums! Take my fucking toxic babies boy!!” I roared as my load dumped into his tight boy hole. I collapsed over his back. We stood there bent over my half hard dick still in his hole. Our hearts racing and breathing hard. After I got my senses back, I turned his head toward me and kissed him deep and passionately. After a few minutes I pulled out of him. His hole was red and puffy. A little bit of pink cum had pulled out with my dick. “Well Jayden it looks like you may have got your wish. Your hole is puffy and red and I see pink cum. You will be my first poz son.” I told him as I pulled up my pants. He walked to his bag and pulled out a butt plug from one of the pockets and put it in his worked out hole. “No, I will be your first official scorpion boy! We will have to go get the tat on me after I test poz!” He told me with his trademark smile. He tested poz a few weeks later and had my tat on the small of his back with in a month of me breeding him. We did continue to fuck around, but with the understanding it was just sex. That was the first scorpion boys. We have hired 3 other guys since then. Well those that made it past their probation day. Ant always worked with them in their first shift and had an uncanny ability to judge people. If they made it out of that first day with him, they were hired. It wasn’t required they be gay, or bi, or that be up for becoming a scorpion boy. It just so happened in addition to being good people and workers, all three of the guys were gay and ended up wanting my poz seed. All 3 were still with us and all 3 had my scorpion tats on their body’s somewhere. They all carried my strain. I was hard as I climbed out of my truck when I got home. It was an older cottage type home but I had renovated over the last 3 years I have owned it. It was small but cozy and prefect for me. It was only a couple blocks from the shop which made it even better. As I showered I lamented how I would miss Jayden. He was a very sweet boy, hard working, smart, and great with guests. I would say I’d miss his holes, but he’d been official with a guy for about a year and they were living together. Once one of the scorpion boys had a steady boyfriend, I politely ended our sex benefits. Even if they were open, I just didn’t want to run the risk of that drama. Thankfully all of them understood and we cooled the sex when they were coupled up. If they became free again I went right back to recharging their holes! As I laid in bed naked, my mind went to the boy that came into the shop today. I’d just put up the sign, though I should have weeks ago. I was holding false hope Jayden would stay I guess. Not 30 minutes after I had put it up that gorgeous, self conscious, polite, timid boy came into ask about a job. His shy smile and soft voice made me hard as he asked about the job. His cute face and solid body made my jeans feel like a prison to my straining cock. His smile when I offered him an interview almost made me cream my jeans. Jacob was just my type. If he was as charming in his interview as he was today he’d have his shot at the probationary shift with Ant. Then if he impressed him, he’d have a job. His job wouldn’t be dependent on anything sexual between us and I wouldn’t pursue him unless he gave me a clear sign he wanted that. And he definitely wouldn’t have to become a scorpion boy to work at the shop. But my rock hard cock and my brain agreed we sure hoped that he would be my fifth scorpion boy! —————— I hope everyone enjoys this chapter. It gives us the back ground for Buck and the shop. Also hopefully you will like the sex scene 😈. The next chapter will have the interview and the probation day and who knows what else will happen. Thank you all for the positive feedback back and kind words!

Got my attention, looking forward to how this plays out. Good story telling.

Lucky Ken!

So far so good!

Anyone going this upcoming week?

@tallslenderguy wrote, in part: "1). From what i have seen, Trump is not true to his word on this one. He speaks of wanting Greenland and Canada. That sounds a lot like "nation building" to me. He stated frequently that he'd end the war in Ukraine in 24 hours. i honestly cannot tell what he wants to do. To me, he continually contradicts himself on this question, and at the very least, over estimates his ability to keep his word." This is an issue which I can go on FAR too long (SORRY!). And I fully support our involvement. Yes, he said that and thought too much of his "relationship" with Putin. but while Biden played the carrot-card, Trump is playing the stick. Initially with Ukraine but more with the Europeans. Here's a Newsweek article which sums up the spending by the EU on Russian energy, and this is beyond their below-NATO spending commitments to self-defense. [think before following links] https://www.newsweek.com/russia-trump-oil-europe-2039731 He first negotiated -- in his bloviated way -- with Europe to start spending on defense. Even after more than 3 years of war in Ukraine, most European countries in NATO are not at 2% of GDP spend on defense, which was their commitment -- some of that could have been sent over to Ukraine. He's got commitments for 5% (by 2030, i think). Now, he's working on them to stop buying Russian energy. The EU, as noted in the article above -- with reputable sources, has spent over 200 billion Euros on Russian energy since the start of the war, more than sent in aide to Ukraine. They are literally helping to fund Russia's war effort. Trump is playing hardball with them now to stop that. Ukraine has actually had to maintain some Russian energy pipelines (to Europe) through their territory to placate the Europeans while being bombed continuously by Russia. Again, ultimately, this is hardball negotiations with Europe, not Ukraine, to get it's act together. The EU + UK is collectively strong enough to defend itself and neighbors from aggressors. But they've chosen to be weak. We can support them but should not be expected to do it all. And we have allies in east Asia to help too -- who do well in their own self-defense, namely Japan and South Korea -- where are the Europeans on that! China is much more formidable than Russia. I give Trump and "passing+" grade. I want us to do more but I get the bigger picture with the Europeans.

So, I just want to hear Tops' thoughts on this: Quite often, when I get railed and have a good orgasm, I piss a bit. This is not a sissygasm, or a release of prostate fluid (which also happen occasionally), but actual piss. My partners' have always told me that they like it when it happens, and I can see where at least SOME might genuinely enjoy it, but I have always had some nagging doubts that these men have just been being polite (not that they are polite during the event- would never want them to be), after the session was over. Anyway, I would just like to hear everyone's thoughts on this- whether you find it attractive or not and why. Thank you very much in advance 🙂

Not that this is all encompassing or authoritative, and it is just the effect on myself both emotionally and psychologically, but bottoming is gender-affirming and emasculating for me, not to mention submissively degrading in a power-exchange dynamic. I know very well and fully understand that not everyone experiences the event the same way, but that is my take. I love it, and I love being pushed beyond my limits which adds to the effect- and I could go into that more, but I won't bore or upset people.

This is what a btm's butt must look like. Big, gaped and bred with toxic loads