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Your first name (or a name you'll respond to): Pig Your cell number (for texts): 931-698-6109 A location (be at least as specific as a zip code): 38401 Times you're generally not available: mornings and afternoons….available most evenings and all day Sunday Age: 45 Height: 6’2 Weight: 195 Ethnicity: White

Chapter 6 (Redux) The sling room was bathed in a soft, warm glow, the air thick with anticipation and the faint scent of something sweet and intoxicating. Nate lay back, his heart pounding in his chest as Geoff loomed over him, his eyes filled with a mix of desire and something darker, more primal. Geoff's fingers traced the contours of Nate's chest, lingering on the small, sensitive nipples, making Nate gasp and arch his back. "You're so responsive, Dad," Geoff murmured, his voice a low rumble. "I can feel your heartbeat racing. You're ready for this, aren't you?" Nate's mind raced, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through his veins. What was he getting into? He nodded, a small, almost imperceptible movement, but it was enough. Brandon, standing nearby, leaned in, his breath hot on Nate's ear. "We're going to take good care of you, Nate. You're special to us." His hand cupped Nate's cheek, thumb gently stroking his skin. Nate leaned into the touch, a soft sigh escaping his lips. Geoff reached for the lube, squeezing a generous amount onto his fingers. He spread it warmly across his palms, ensuring it was evenly distributed before reaching down to Nate's cock, already hard and leaking. "Look at you," Geoff said, his voice thick with lust. "So ready for us." Nate whimpered as Geoff's fingers circled his length, slick and sure. Brandon's hand joined Geoff's, the two of them working in tandem, their touches synchronized and expert. Nate's hips bucked involuntarily, chasing the pleasure they were building. "Easy, easy," Brandon soothed, his other hand pressing gently on Nate's stomach, holding him down. "We've got you. Just feel." Nate did feel. Every touch, every caress, every whisper of their skin against his sent shivers of pleasure through his body. He was lost in sensation, his world narrowing down to the points where they touched him, where they teased and tantalized. Geoff's fingers slipped lower, tracing the sensitive skin behind Nate's balls, then lower still, to his entrance. Nate tensed slightly, a instinctive reaction, but Geoff's soothing touches and soft words kept him grounded. "Relax, Dad. We're not going to hurt you... unless you want us to." Nate took a deep breath, trying to relax, to open himself up to Geoff. Geoff's finger pressed gently against his entrance, then slipped inside, a foreign and overwhelming sensation. Nate gasped, his body clenching around the intrusion. "Shh, it's okay," Brandon murmured, his lips pressed to Nate's forehead. "Just breathe. Let him in." Nate did, his body slowly relaxing as Geoff's finger moved inside him, stretching and preparing him. A second finger joined the first, and Nate moaned, a sound of pleasure and pain mixed together. He was full, so full, and it was overwhelming. Geoff leaned down, his lips capturing Nate's in a deep, hungry kiss. Nate kissed back, his arms wrapping around Geoff's neck, pulling him closer. He could feel Geoff's cock, hard and insistent, pressing against his thigh. He wanted it, wanted to feel it inside him, filling him completely. Brandon's hand wrapped around Nate's cock, stroking in time with Geoff's fingers inside him. Nate was a mess of sensation, his body on fire, his mind a blur of pleasure and need. He was so close, so close to the edge, and he knew, with a certainty that shook him to his core, that when he went over, it would be with them. With Geoff and Brandon, his family, his lovers, his everything. The room was filled with the sweet scent of poppers, and Nate took a deep inhale, feeling the rush of euphoria course through his veins. His senses heightened, every touch more intense, every sound more pronounced. He could hear the soft slaps of skin on skin, the wet sounds of Brandon's hand on his cock, the ragged breaths of his lovers. Geoff pulled back, his fingers slipping out of Nate. "Ready for more, Dad?" he asked, his voice a low growl. Nate nodded, his eyes glazed with desire and the effects of the poppers. "Yes, please," he whispered, his voice barely audible. Geoff reached for the syringe and the rubber band. He tied the band tightly around his own arm above the elbow, then inserted the needle into a vein below it. Geoff hissed slightly as the meth entered his bloodstream, his eyes fluttering closed as the rush hit him. He removed the needle and raised his arm, speeding the drug's flow through his body. Geoff coughed a few times, his body adjusting to the sudden influx of the stimulant. Brandon turned his attention to Nate, repeating the process. Nate tensed as the needle pierced his skin, but Brandon's soothing words and gentle touch kept him calm. Nate coughed harder than Geoff, his body unfamiliar with the sensation, but Brandon held him close, helping him through it. Geoff, high and eager, moved between Nate's legs, his cock hard and ready. He pressed the head against Nate's entrance, and Nate took a deep breath, trying to relax. Geoff pushed in slowly, inch by inch, filling Nate completely. Nate moaned, a low, guttural sound, as he felt Geoff's cock stretch him, fill him, complete him. It was overwhelming, the sensation of being so full, of being claimed and possessed in such an intimate way. Geoff started to move, his hips rolling in a slow, steady rhythm. Nate met each thrust, his body rising to meet Geoff's, their movements synchronized and fluid. It was a dance, a primal, instinctive dance of two bodies coming together, of two souls intertwining. Nate's hands roamed Geoff's body, tracing the lines of his muscles, the dips and valleys of his skin. He explored every inch of Geoff, mapping him out with his touch, committing him to memory. Geoff was his, completely and utterly his, and Nate wanted to know every inch of him, every secret, every desire. Geoff's pace increased, his thrusts becoming harder, deeper, more insistent. Nate met each one, his body rising to meet Geoff's, their movements a frenzy of need and desire. They were lost in each other, lost in the sensation of their bodies coming together, of their souls intertwining. Nate could feel the pressure building, the coil of tension in his gut, the promise of release just out of reach. He chased it, his body moving in time with Geoff's, their rhythm a perfect, primal syncopation. And then, with a final, deep thrust, Geoff sent Nate over the edge. Nate cried out, his body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure washed over him, leaving him a trembling, boneless mess in Geoff's arms. Geoff followed soon after, his body tensing, his cock pulsing as he spilled himself inside Nate, filling him completely, marking him as his own. "I love you so much, Daddy," Geoff whispered tearfully, his voice choked with emotion. They lay there for a long moment, their bodies entwined, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. Nate could feel Geoff's heartbeat, strong and steady, against his chest, and he knew, with a certainty that shook him to his core, that he was home. He was where he was meant to be, with Geoff, his son, his lover, his family, his everything.

Thanks, guys, for reading my AI experiment. A special thanks for some incredible feedback that @versmetropigsent me. After working for a couple of hours with the AI, I’ve got a revised version of Chapter 6. I’m sure it’s better but still not great. I would like to have revised the entire story, but frankly it would be easier to write an entirely different story. I hope to do that in the future, but certainly not now. I doubt that you guys have the patience for that. And I absolutely don’t. If anyone wants to try your hand at writing with an AI, I recommend giving Venice.ai a whirl. Not once has it balked at any content I’ve asked for. As far as I can tell it’s completely uncensored.

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