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A little chapter written especially for one of this story's loyal readers (30a) is from a woman's perspective. If you don't want to read that then go to (30b) Chapter 30a - Family Dynamics *** Her husband was usually a deep sleeper, though his snores made that more difficult for anyone else. Recently, however, he had slept more fitfully. Muttering to himself as he dreamed. She had tried to listen but his words were mumbled and garbled making them impossible to decipher. As a young woman growing up in a small town marrying this man had seemed like winning the lottery. He had been handsome enough then and able to provide for a family. He had also been from a good Christian family like her own. However, he had also always liked his own way in all things, however petty they might be. Her husband had never been slow to quote chapter and verse as to the correct roles of husband and wife within a household. She had accepted all of that without doubt or question. She had been young then but she had already understood that life was like that. You took the rough with the smooth, you accepted the frustrations in return for life's gifts. In this case, of course, the gift was their family. She had hoped for a daughter but she had never been blessed with one. Instead she had her son. It seemed strange to say that she had given birth to a son and then she had grown up. The latter had been a slow process - she had been so young and naive. She had accepted things, had allowed family dynamics to harden into unbreakable stone. Her husband was not an evil man. Much of what he said made sense - but not everything. In some things, like most people, he could be foolish and petty and cruel. Yet his ego would not brook the slightest questioning, let alone disagreement. She had come to see and understand that much too late. When starting again seemed to her impossible, when her family obligations trapped her, when it was so much easier to just take the route of passive acquiescence. She had seen the same process played out with her son. Watched as her husband had imprinted his values and his beliefs on their child. She had waited for the rebellion to come but it had not. He had been, from the outside, the perfect son. Such a handsome young man, such a gifted student and so very, very, polite and well-behaved. She had watched it all happen. Had seen her son's chances of becoming his own person crushed out of him. Just as had happened to her. She had seen it but she had still hoped. She had been an inquisitive mother and she knew that all too well. However, she had been so desperate to find some spark of her son's own identity, some evidence that he could make a life for himself that didn't just make him a clone of his father. It had never come. Not until her son had started taking such long 'study-breaks' from college. Her husband, for all his pompously arrogant self-confidence, apparently didn't know as much about some things as she did! She had waited for the storm to break and when her son went on that 'study-trip' and did not return she had known the moment had come. She had known and while she had worried, as only a mother could, she had also rejoiced. The nature of his 'rebellion', the real self that her son had broken free to become, had initially surprised and shocked her. Initially - but not even for a full day. When she really thought about it she understood. The clues had been there and it was just another symptom of the ossified nature of their family dynamics that those clues were never likely to be recognized for what they really were. Now she knew and acceptance had been a necessary next stage. You could not pray so long for your son to be his own self, to break free from the shackles that bound him, then respond badly to your prayers being answered. That really would be a sin. She had initially felt concern and maybe even anger but never the revulsion her husband had so freely expressed. As she had watched those videos, again and again, the acceptance had grown. This was her son after all. First acceptance and then... Her boy was such a handsome young man. Now, she knew that he also looked wonderfully pretty when he dressed more girly. Just like the beautiful daughter she had never had. That realization had sent strong emotions through her, first a few tears and then something else. Getting through that first long video had been difficult for her the first time. However, she had watched it all and so carefully that there was no doubt in her mind. Jordan had not been forced or fooled, he was not in any way an unwilling participant. There were things that happened that she would not have chosen for her son. However, wasn't that the whole point? It wasn't for HER to choose. That right belonged only to her son and he had exercised it. She had been so naive once. Now she had grown older and wiser. She understood that if you constrained and repressed a young man for twenty years then when the reaction came you could not be stupidly angry or even regret the fact that it was an extreme one. Her son had broken free and had chosen his own path and that was all that mattered. She was so glad for him and so proud of him but there was also that something else. There was one good thing about her husband snoring so badly. Even he understood that his wife needed some sleep too. So it wasn't that unusual for her to go into the guest room to find some peace and quiet. When her phone vibrated with the expected message from Floyd Jacobs she did just that. Mr Jacobs had sent her a video file. She had asked him to do so if he discovered any more had been released. She lay down on the guest-room bed in her night-shirt and pressed play. *** Chapter 30b - Piggy The video opened showing a young man's back. He wore a tight black mesh shirt that largely left his shoulders bare. A red leather collar was visible beneath his shoulder-length blond hair. He was in a barely-lit room, its ceiling only a grating of rusted iron. The walls looked ramshackle and were painted black. The light came from an opening on the left where there was an opening. It's door, apparently made of some sort of plywood, was propped open. The young man turned to wink at the camera following him and his face was familiar. He was a breathtakingly handsome young man, almost as beautiful as her own son but then she was a little biased. She remembered that Jerome had called this boy Ash. Ash walked forward, the camera following him and capturing his confident swagger. The alluring movement of his hips, the ripe curve of his booty accentuated by his black leather thong. His lithe young body was athletic, not overtly muscular but toned to perfection. He moved through a space that had three great windows, each made up of thirty-six small glazed sections. They were factory windows designed to allow light for the workers that had once been employed here. Now the space was basically empty except for a scattering of old chairs and other junk. The windows themselves were dark. The night was appropriate for what happened here now. Ash made a pretence of seeking his way and finally smiled for the camera before pulling aside a dark heavy curtain. It revealed a great space, lit with old-style enamelled industrial lights. Where there had once been machines and industry now there was a bare floor but the room was not empty. There were men, lots of men. Just how many was unclear as the camera swept across them but they were all, bar a few masks and an occasional errant pair of socks, naked. A few of the men stood apart, hands working their hard cocks. The rest were gathered in a circle of male flesh. Young men and old men, thin men and fat men, Greek Gods and ugly old trolls. It seemed all were welcome here, none were turned away. The young man and the following camera moved into the room. As they did so a man left the circle and walked away towards a small pile of clothes, his cock softening. Another man quickly took his place At least ten others were still watching on, still stroking their cocks. Those men were the first to spot Ash. A few of them turned with hungry eyes and hard cocks. Ash held his hands apart as if to offer himself to them. Then he laughed a bright mocking laugh and pointed to his collar. None of the men moved towards him. Instead, the hunger in their faces became more blatant, more ravenous. They all wanted him. That was obvious. Obvious in their eyes, in the tight set of their mouths, in their achingly hard cocks. Ash clicked his fingers and beckoned to them. He moved forward and his fingers caressed hard shafts until he made his selection. The man was big, over six feet tall and carrying a lot of weight. Long grey hair flowed over his shoulders, tattoos covered most of his torso. He had to be in his fifties, a man of experience, his big gut prominent. Ash nimbly dropped to his knees and began to blow the man's big cock. A solid eight inches, thick and hard. The man brought a hand up to lay gently on Ash's head. As if to keep him there. Ash paused but his hand still wanked the man's cock, the camera capturing his saliva glistening on the shaft. "You think I'm going somewhere? Or do you want to fuck me?" The man wanted to fuck him. It was blatantly obvious that he wanted to fuck Ash with every fibre in his body. However, he made no move and Ash laughed and went back to blowing him. The man was angry now. Maybe with Ash for laughing at him. Maybe with himself for not taking up the offer to fuck the beautiful slut. Anyway his hands grabbed Ash's head and he began to fuck that mouth. Trying to reassert his dominance and being rewarded only with the young man's eyes locked onto his own. The pretty boy didn't look too tough but he could take it, that and a whole lot more. The big man gave up on everything except his own pleasure, getting his nut. It didn't take long. The fag blowing him was so fucking hot he soon couldn't hold back and so he shot the heavy load he'd been saving for tonight into Ash's mouth. Ash would have laughed again if his mouth wasn't so full. He showed the load to the camera and then got back onto his feet and strode into the main circle of men. They gave way for him and at their center was another young man, his face streaked with drying cum, his eyes red and blood-shot, his hands and mouth still working to get men off, still hungry for more cum. Little rivulets of sperm had run down his pale slim body, past his pierced nipples to pool on the floor where he knelt. The woman watching the video recognized her son, the boy now known as BoiFagBarbie. Ash clicked his fingers and the men reluctantly made a little more room. BoiFagBarbie glanced up and saw him, saw Ash's pursed lips and understood. He opened his mouth wide and let Ash drool that heavy load of cum and saliva straight into his mouth. He took every drop and then swallowed it down, already looking for more. He wasn't disappointed. The men around him enjoyed the spectacle. Three, no four, stepped up and shot their heavy loads of cum onto him. Onto his face, into his nose, into his hair, into his eyes, all over him. Giving him a cum-bath, treating him like the little faggot slut he was. "C'mon guys, " he heard Ash's mocking voice, "give him what he wants - cover the little whore in your cum." Ash's skilled hands joined BoiFagBarbie in coaxing loads out of the men but all of the cum went onto the faggot kneeling in the middle of the circle. Most of the men were about ready to shoot by the time they got to the front and soon it was just a maelstrom of male grunts and flying seed. BoiFagBarbie's pretty face acquiring a mask of drying cum, his eye make-up reduced to deep black streaks on his cheeks. Ash turned to the camera and clicked his fingers again. He was handed something. "Well now - just look at what we have here. What a little whore he is. Such a greedy little cum-piggy. I think he needs to wear this." BoiFagBarbie heard the mocking words but he didn't move. He stayed there as Ash put the device onto him, didn't seem to notice as another couple of men stepped up to spray him down with heavy loads of cum. "That's more like it, " giggled Ash, "now you look like the cum-piggy you are." The mask comprised a harness that covered his hair. It carried a couple of large pink ears and a piece of leather that dropped between his eyes with two blunt hooks at the end which Ash had carefully applied to BoiFagBarbie's nostrils. With the buckle at its rear tightened the star of the show was left with a pair of big piggy ears and his nose pulled up into a crude approximation of a piggy snout. "Such a cute piggy," cooed Ash, "does Piggy want more cum?" "Yes ... yes ... more ... cum." BoiFagBarbie's voice was tired. How long had he been there, sucking cock, before Ash and the camera had arrived? "Silly Piggy," scolded Ash playfully, "Piggys don't talk. So do you want more cum?" "Oink," said Piggy. Do you want MY cum?" "Oink," said Piggy and nodded as another man stepped forward and shot his cum over the fag's right cheek. Ash tapped his red leather collar. "You know what this means?" "Oink," said Piggy. "It means my cum is premium cum, toxic cum. You know that?" "Oink," nodded Piggy and then gasped and spluttered as a man's load caught him right in his exposed nostrils, filling his world with the smell of fresh man-seed. "You want my cum on your face Piggy?" "Oink," said Piggy and vigorously shook his head. "Show me where you want it Piggy." The circle of men watched as BoiFagBarbie got up from his knees. Watched as he bent forward and pulled down his panties before pointing at his newly-exposed hole. "In your cute little piggy-hole? You want my cum in your pretty little hole Piggy?" "Oink," nodded Piggy. He barely noticed the men stepping up and adding their cum to his face now. "My cum makes Piggies into Poz Piggies. You want to be a Poz Piggy? Oink once for yes or twice for no." "OINK, OINK," said Piggy and felt more cum land on his face. At least one load, maybe two or even three. What did they matter? What mattered was Ash moving up behind him and pushing his beautiful cock home into his hole. Not anywhere near as big as many of the cocks he had taken in his short career but that didn't matter. Ash's cock was potent with toxic seed, charged with the HIV that would help complete him. He needed that cum, Piggy needed that cum! "OINK," he shouted as men crowded forward with their fists furiously pumping their hard cocks. When the cum started it just kept coming. Man after man, spurt after spurt, each man's release triggering another's and another's and another's. Covering his face and his body in their cum, making him their piggy. But he didn't want to be their piggy. He wanted to be Ash's piggy, he wanted to be Ash's Poz piggy. He waited and waited until he felt what he craved. "OIIIIIIINNNNNNNKKKKKKKK," he yelled as Ash gripped his hips tight and pushed home as far as he could, planting his toxic seed deep into his cute little piggy. Men were already turning away. Their excitement and fervid arousal replaced by something else. The two handsome young men didn't care. Ash dropped to his knees and put his mouth to BoiFagBarbie's hole, using his tongue to push any stray cum home. It wasn't all his, he knew that, but it was his that counted. It was his that would get the job done. His little Piggy only groaned in pure pleasure and satisfaction. *** (female viewpoint again) Her night-shirt was pulled up now, her hand had found her sex. What had previously been in the back of her mind had now come to the fore. She masturbated with her eyes fixed on the screen. What was it that aroused her so much? The humiliation and ruining of her own son shouldn't do that. Maybe it was something else inextricably linked to the events she was watching. Her son's reclaiming of his own freedom, his own identity, and to Hell with what anyone else thought about it. Her son had been so brave and had broken free to be his true self. She could be that brave too, she WOULD be that brave too. ***

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I went back to some guy's place after Backstreet several years ago, the pair of us both in full rubber with yellow details, and we went into his wet room and I'd never experienced being pissed on before but he pissed over me and I felt like I'd been marked as his territory. It was so fucking horny. And then to do it to him too felt amazing like a hot connection

So fucking hot

Will be in Melbourne this Friday and Saturday

After a hiatus I am on my way to Berlin on 31 Mar and staying at the Axel Hotel until 03 April

@pozchaser21 Another amazing story - thank you for sharing it! I would so like to swap places with Luke, but with the certain knowledge of what the biohazard means… and willingly let the sexy beast of a man break and wreck me, marking me permanently as his!

I have always fucked, played bare, raw. I have never been fucked by a covered cock, and I have never had a condom on my cock, never.

Ich werde über Ostern in Berlin sein. Freue mich schon auf ein paar dates.

As being a faggot myself, I would like to add a bit of friendly nuance to your comment by using a metaphor: Saying 'all of us here are faggots' is the same as pointing out the entire US on a map and saying: 'This is Connecticut'. While Connecticut is only a (small) part of the US. The same applies to the group of faggots. But you are right. You are saying it correctly: 'As used back then, all of us here are faggots'. The meaning of the word 'faggot' did change over time: And it gets more interesting: Not all gays are faggots and not all faggots are gay. As you can read in the comments, some people are not interested in men romantically but love sucking anon cock at rest areas to name just one example. To state it more extreme: Most regular gays think faggots are disgusting. We faggots love this [dirty grin]

what groups are there? does anyone above ever get added to anything? @Thedogsxxl

I thought Part 2 was a doozie until I read Part 3. @pozchaser21outdoes himself by giving readers almost play-by-play descriptors of Luke's encounter with the Easter Bunny (aka. Malik), a huge African man in the "old" sauna. Readers truly sense every aspect of Luke's second fuck from the hot, humid air to the feeling of the BBC filling Luke's inner guts with 9 shots of cum. We again can assume from the biohazard tattoo that Malik is HIV+ and most likely toxic. No overt words are said about STIs, but @pozchaser21incorporates subtle, but clear indicators that tell readers that Luke is taking toxic cum on his first bottoming outing. Luke cited an itch deep within his core as the reason he decided to stay at the Rabbit Hole after his deflowering by James. Will a second and rougher breeding kill Luke's itch, or will it persist and drive Luke to explore the Rabbit Hole for another hunter and his hard cock to "scratch" the "itch" for a third time? Only @pozchaser21knows, but I am guessing Luke goes exploring yet again. Looking forward to the next installment of Luke's experience at the Easter Bunny Bash.

no, still a free for all, plus have access to the stairs

Geez. He should marry the doctor at this point. I know he’s already “weekend” married to a lying slug and Mark and the Biker feel like they have become family, but one degree removed. He and the doctor seem to be on the same wavelength.

Another clip (last post by me but it had logged me out!) [think before following links] https://thisvid.com/videos/notorious-cumdump-fucked-by-multiple-anon-tops/

This solid blonde dumpster can take my loads any day of the week! [think before following links] [think before following links] [think before following links] https://thisvid.com/videos/notorious-cumdump-bred-by-multiple-anon-top-daddies/

Amazing story, thank you!

Its 2026 there is ZERO shame in being a Queer sub or a faggot! Its something to celebrate and enjoy. 🏳️‍🌈🌈💦💦

Took a nice load about 6 hours ago and it’s still dripping out of my hole a little lol. I had hooked with him before. He asked me over and when I got there we undressed, and I got right on my knees in position to blow him. It got so hard in my mouth, damn. We got on his bed and just took turns making out, a little massage, a low of cock sucking and then I got into position and he rode me for a solid 20 minutes and then unloaded in me. He stayed in me to give me every drop , and then I stayed prone for a bit so I could get his load nice and deep. Then we kissed, got dressed and I went on my way with his cum dripping out of me the rest of the day.

Jag Magnus is hot af. I want to join one of their videos haha

Easily over 50 so far this year.

Looking for a story - top has a sub in a basement/play room, pulls a “special” line from a cabinet and uses it on him between being strapped to and fucked on different devices. In the end Liz’s him.