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probably the first time I let a guy cum in my ass. was a lawyer buddy I topped raw for a couple years - he helped me with a legal situation pro bono provided he get to bareback my ass. The whole scene was so hot - we fucked in his office late night and when he asked if I wanted him to pull out I just pulled him all the way deep in my pussy. Barebacking was an invisible line and from there I started letting more guys breed me, swallowing their loads, PNP - fuck thanks, Joe.

I'm a briefs guy but especially on a day where I am in the office having to give a presentation, love wearing a jock or thong under my suit pants - subtly letting guys know respectable on the outside, but underneath a cumpdump slut

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Im at 16. Not good by most standards but its the best start i have had in any year

Part 6 - As we approached the entrance to the maze, John stopped me. I noticed that he had my soda bottle with the poppers in it, in his hand. “It is decision time again. We can go into the maze and you can jerk off or suck off a few cocks, or you can get fucked. There are quite a few guys behind us watching you. You appear to have generated some interest. If you want to be fucked you should show them.” I was loving whatever it was that John had added to the Gatorade. It took control of my fantasies and desires, away from my conscious mind. It was giving complete control of my subconscious mind and my body to what my body NEEDED. I took the poppers from John. Undoing the cap, I shoved the neck of the bottle as far up my right nostril as I could, pinched off my left nostril, exhaled deeply, then took a massive hit, filling my lungs completely. I held my breath for about 10 seconds. Then I exhaled as I switched to my left nostril and repeated the process. As I held this one in, I capped the bottle. John grabbed the bottle as I bent over, reached back and spread my cheeks, leaving no doubt for those watching, what I needed. The rush hit and I would have toppled over if John hadn’t grabbed me on one side. Somebody else was on my other side and thankfully grabbed me as well. The two guys supported me as I stood back up and then led me into the maze. Once in the maze, we stopped and John and the other guy supported me for about a minute until the initial rush passed. As I became a bit more stable on my feet, I became aware that one of the other guy’s hands was caressing my ass and his fingers were probing my crack. Next thing I know, I am only being supported by John. The other guy had disappeared. “Wow, what a rush that was! Thank you for helping me. I am good now. I can stand and walk on my own.” John laughed. “Glad to help. Glad you are REALLY enjoying yourself. You really put on a show for the guys watching. I thought you would just wiggle your ass a little bit, but you bent over, spread your cheeks and shoved three fingers in and began fucking yourself.” I don’t remember shoving my fingers in, I thought. But my subconscious mind doesn’t need to tell my conscious mind. My subconscious is in control as it should be. We walked through the maze a little. There were partitions scattered around with holes in them at varying heights. In some locations there was also a step-up platform to allow someone on one side of the partition to stand on the platform so that when he shoved his cock through the hole it would be at the correct height for the guy on the other side to suck it while standing up. There were also some benches/chairs so the guy sucking could sit and suck a cock through one of the lower holes. One could also be fucked through a hole. Very well thought out in my opinion. There were a number of guys wandering about and several giving/getting blowjobs. Nobody was getting fucked at the moment. “Another decision point. We can stop here and you can suck a few cocks and put your ass up against a hole to get fucked. Or we can venture deeper into the maze. “John said. I didn’t need any more poppers to say, “Lead on.” John continued to lead me deeper into the maze until we entered a secluded area. It was like a small room but with a wide entrance in one wall, that you entered through. The inside was absolutely pitch dark. John told me to step inside. He stepped in right behind me. I felt him move closer until he was pressed against me. I felt his rock hard cock press against my crack and realized he had removed his towel. My ass felt like a vacuum cleaner had just been turned on and was ready to suck his cock inside. All this transpired in a matter of a couple of seconds. Suddenly I felt hands all over my body, rubbing my arms, my legs, my chest, my sides. Two hands had grabbed my nipples and were playing with them, getting rougher and rougher. A hand began stroking my cock and someone was squeezing my balls and pulling on my ball sack. Then I was aware of COCKS. HARD COCKS, rubbing against my ass cheeks, my cock and balls, my legs, my arms, my hands. Through the darkness I felt a pair of lips against my ear whispering, “Decision time. Do you want to be fucked? How many pairs of hands do you feel on your body? How many hard cocks do you feel against you, waiting to cum deep in your ass? All will go in you bare. All will cum in you once in your ass. This time, no poppers. Decision time.” Me: “I NEED to be fucked!” John: “You don’t know any of their statuses.” Me: “I NEED TO BE FUCKED!” John: “RAW, BARE. They will shoot their cum deep in you.” In a split second… I knew I had John’s toxic load in me. I had plenty of time to start PEP to keep from being POZZED. My cock was bobbing up and down… YES, YES, YES. “Fuck my ass and fill me with your cum!” I shouted out. Someone touched a switch on the wall and suddenly there was a dull red light flooding the room. I looked around and saw 5 - 6 guys in the room, all with huge rock hard cocks. There was also an empty sling attached to the ceiling. “Time for a decision. Once in the sling you will be strapped in. No chance to protest. All loads go in your ass.” “Including another one of yours?” John: “Yes” Me: “Get me in the sling.”

Great writing... and picking up on that last sentence... hopefully no 'boundaries' at all 😈

So many teasing plot lines, how will bfb's special night turn out, how will Chad get over himself (and will it require Jerome's help?) and then there is Mrs Myers... sooo much to look forward to - thank you @thescribe730

Man @BBoomN we have that in common. It isn't that I won't play with non poz men, but only raw and many just take a pass. And I'm fine with that. I really prefer my fellow team poz guys. Are you out of your element? Probably more like you are discovering your element as you progress through life.

For some PrEP is the permission they need to embrace the sex they've desired all along. Enjoy @bbpigbtm

I hope you enjoy this work of fiction. I will attempt to expand further as I have time... I am in my mid-20s and pretty inexperienced when I visit a bathhouse on Saturday afternoon. I am on a mission: I paid for a deluxe room with a TV, used the douche room to get my hole ready for fucking, and put on my white calf-length athletic socks and sneakers - my normal sexy bathhouse attire. I open the door and lie on my stomach with my small pert ass facing up and toward the open doorway, wiggling it slightly to let guys who walk by know that I want to get fucked. While I am not the most handsome guy going, guys usually call me “cute.” I have a 28” waist and a small ass that many men find very fuckable. It is not too long after I position myself on my bed that an older man in his mid-50s confidently walks into my room. As I look over my shoulder at him, I notice he is attractive in an older-man sort of way. I guess he's approximately twice my age and about my dad's age. I debate turning him away. The guy removes his towel without speaking, and I am immediately captivated by his long hard cock. This man, who has not yet introduced himself, walks to the end of the bed and starts to crawl top of me without breaking his stride, clearly wanting to fuck my ass. I stop his cock’s advancement toward my ass, however, when I politely ask, “Would you mind closing the door so you can fuck me without anyone else watching?” The guy gets off the bed, sighing loudly as he does, and I think I may have offended him with my request. He grabs his towel and tells me he will be right back, and as he leaves my room. I am certain that is code for “I am outta here,” so I do not expect him to return. I am ok with that though, because while I like getting fucked, I like doing it in private and being discreet, even at a bathhouse. I am not a slut and take pride in my self-esteem. I am proud of myself for standing up for my convictions and standards, and am confident my ass will attract someone else to fuck me in the privacy of my room soon enough. As I lie on my bed with my ass still facing the open door, I unexpectedly doze off, and I suddenly feel strong hands cupping my ass cheeks. I am slightly startled as I open my eyes and look to the side of the bed to see the older guy has returned. He sits down on the edge of the bed next to me and I notice he now has a small backpack with him that he sits on the built-in nightstand next to my bottle of lube. I notice the loud “thumpa thumpa” music playing in the bathhouse is barely audible because he closed the door to my room when he returned. I feel a sense of gratitude because this stranger has returned to my room as promised and has closed the door as I had requested. I appreciate the respect he is showing me. I say “Hey,” as he removes his hands from my ass and reaches for his backpack. He unzips it and rummages inside for a moment and pulls out a white jockstrap. He sets his backpack back on the nightstand and I wait for him to stand up to put the jockstrap on, when he holds it up and says, “I want you to wear this.” I look at it for a moment before he says, “You have a very hot ass, and this jockstrap is going to make it look even hotter!” I appreciate his compliment and as he gets off the bed and steps a foot or two away, he hands me the jockstrap. His towel falls from his waist, exposing his long hard cock, as I turn over and slip the jockstrap on, pulling it up and positioning the band along my thin waist. The waistband is significantly looser than normal, but I sense the jockstrap is a size medium or large, rather than the small size I normally wear. I roll back over on my stomach, and the guy grabs my bottle of lube from the nightstand. I hear him squirt some on his finger and feel him wiggle his wet fingertip at my pucker hole and push it inside of me. I gasped as his girthy finger opens my hole. He starts to move his finger in a circular motion inside of me as if to open me up wider, preparing my hole for his cock. Given the size and hardness of his cock, I want to give him plenty of opportunity to open my hole up with his finger… I start to moan as his plump finger makes my hole feel so incredibly good. I start to zone out, just appreciating the feeling when his voice brings me back to the present moment. “I did you a favor by closing the door to your room, now I want you to do me a favor,” he purrs in my ear. “What’s that?” I ask. “I want to take you to the darkroom and eat this incredible ass before I bring you back here to your room and fuck you good…” he says in return. I immediately feel conflicted. I like my privacy when I have sex with a guy, even at a bathhouse. I thought I was clear in my expectations and respond, “Can’t you just eat my ass here in my room?” He continues massaging my hole with his finger and says, “This is about compromise. You asked me to fuck you in the privacy of your room and in return, I want to eat your ass in the dark room. If I am going to scratch your itch, then you also need to scratch mine.” I do not know how to respond in the moment because I feel conflicted. On one hand, he did return to my room when I thought he had left for good. He also closed my door as I requested… “Have you ever been in the dark room here?” he asks, breaking me from my thoughts. “No” in nervously respond. “It is a series of small booths in a dark space that is only lit by black lighting. The best part about it is that no one will see what we look like. The black light will not light up our faces or bodies. It will light up the jockstrap as well as your gym socks and running shoes, but no one will be able to see you otherwise. Since I do not have any clothes on, guys will only see a my profile and only when they are up close to me.” As I think about what he has told me, I become a bit intrigued… “The other thing to know,” he continues, “is that you and I will both be in booths with doors closed and locked, so no one will see us. There is one particular booth that has a large gloryhole the size of my fucking face. You can bend over and spread your cheeks in the privacy of your booth, and I will eat your fucking ass from the booth next to you. Once I eat your ass real good, I will make sure you want to come back to your room where I can fuck you for as long as you want. If you decide you want to stay in your booth, then I can fuck you privately there.” There is a pause before he adds, “Okay?” I think about it for a moment as I look at his smile. I hesitantly respond, “I guess,” but if I tell you I want to come back here so you can fuck me in private, that will be ok with you?” “Absolutely!” he responds in an affirming and supportive tone and with a smile on his face. As I get up off the bed, he says “I am so glad I get to show you the dark room. I think you are really doing to like it!” I reach for room key and go to grab my towel to put it around my waist when he says, “No towel needed for where we are going. Leave it here and just wear what you have on.” I want the guys here to be so envious of the ass I am going to fuck in private. I hesitantly leave my towel and turn toward the door as he grabs his backpack and zips it closed. He grabs my bottle of lube off the nightstand, saying “We can’t forget this in case you want me to fuck you through the gloryhole,” and slings his backpack over his shoulder. As I reached for the doorknob to open the door, I feel his finger wiggling in between my ass cheeks. He inserts his thick middle finger all the way up my ass, and I feel the knuckles of his other fingers against my ass cheeks. As we leave my room, I feel like I am blushing wildly, feeling totally on display as this guy’s middle finger literally pushes me forward down the hallway. I look over at him, and he has the biggest smile on his face as he guides me down the hall. The hallway is full of guys and as we pass each one, this guy, whose name I realize I still do not know, smiles and says “Hey!” to each and every one of them. I do not keep track because I was so embarrassed, but he must say “Hey” to at least 15-20 different guys as he pushes me along by his middle finger. Even if the guys in the hall are not looking at us, his “Hey” gets their attention and they are staring at this guy’s finger up my ass and pushing me down the hallway by the time we walk by. I feel I have lost control of the situation and feel I am about to move into “fight or flight” mode right as he exclaims, “We’re here!” There is an darkness as I look through the open doorway in front of us. Directly in front of the doorway is a white sandwich board and I breathe a sigh of relief as it reads, “Closed for Cleaning.” I excitedly exclaim, “I guess we can go back to my room so you can fuck me!” The stranger with his finger still up my ass says, “No worries, buddy! I know the guy working this shift and he will be totally ok with me showing you the dark room now. And better yet, it will just be you and me in the dark room so no one will see or disturb us in any way! You can’t get more private that that!” And with that, he pushes his middle finger forward to cross us over the doorway threshold. As we jointly move into the dark area, I look down and see the jockstrap, my socks, and my sneakers are lit up bright, but I cannot not really see my own body and can just barely see the silhouette of the man standing right next to me. There is very faint lighting down near the baseboard on the right side of the hallway, that allows us to navigate the hallway, but to not really see much else. On the left side, there is no lighting, but I stick my hand out and feel the wall and then an opening, followed by more wall, and another opening. I presume these are the booths my unnamed fuck buddy referred to when he sold me on this idea. We walk down the hallway and then turn left, heading down a second hallway. After a point, my buddy, tells me to stop and he shifts his body, in effect turning himself and me by his middle finger up my ass at what I presume is a 90 degree angle. He pushes me forward again and we squeeze through a narrow doorway side-by-side. It is totally dark in here and I am reminded of Halloween basements that my neighborhood friends turned into spooky rooms to scare the younger kids when I was little. The darkness is disorienting. I am brought out of my childhood memories by the sound of a “click” and then a dim red light unexpectedly lights the space. As my eyes orient to the booth, my buddy says “I turned the red light on so you can see the set-up in here. The cleaning people use this light to clean individual rooms without disrupting the rest of the area.” “Look over here” and he points to one of the walls perpendicular to the doorway and on the opposite wall from the light switch. There is the gloryhole that you are going to back your ass up to and let me eat it from the adjoining booth.” Then he exclaims, “This is so fucking hot!” He pulls his finger out of my hole and turns so he is facing me. He puts his hands on both of my shoulders and turns me, so my ass is facing the glory hole. He starts to push my ass and my body back toward it. As we get closer to the wall, he tells me to put both of my hands on my ass cheeks and to spread them with my fingers and to bend slightly at my waist. He pushes me back further, so my cheeks press against the wall with most of my ass and both of my hands fully exposed to the gloryhole opening. He then tells me to stay right there and not to move. He also tells me he is going to the booth next door and turns off the red light as I hear him walk out the doorway and along the hallway to the booth now behind my ass. He raises his voice to ask, “Can you hear me?” and I tell him I can. He says he is going to grab onto the waistband of the jockstrap and pull it tight to give him leverage, so he can hold me in place to more easily eat my hole. He tells me to keep my hands in place and to spread my ass cheeks as wide as possible. I do as he requests and feel the waistband tighten around my waist until my waist is tightly against the wall. My buddy has quite a grip and I am unable to move my waist away from the wall. After a moment, I feel the strange sensation of the jockstrap tightening even further against my thigh, and realize he has pulled one of the thinner straps supporting the underside of my left ass cheek through the gloryhole. As my brain attempts to make sense of it, the second thin strap supporting my right butt check is pulled through the glory hole, completely holding me in place against the wall. For an instant, I wonder how the hell this guy was holding onto the three straps tight, when I feel the amazing sensation of his tongue on my little pucker hole and totally forget my thought. My hands are now fully wedged between my ass cheeks and the wall, with my fingers feeling the stubble from the guy’s cheeks as he eats my fucking ass! It feels so fucking amazing that I start to moan like a fucking bitch in heat. After several minutes of eating my ass, my buddy suddenly stops. I hear the shuffle of his feet and his footsteps as he walks out of his booth, along the hallway, and back into my booth. I can only see the faint silhouette of his body as he approaches me with the red light now off. “Did that feel good, boy?” he asks in a husky tone. I can barely mutter “yes.” “Open your mouth, boy.” and I do as instructed. “Wider!” he commands and I open it even further. I suddenly feel a strange sensation in my mouth. Something is entering my mouth, but I cannot not make sense of it. I start to move my head but he yells “Hold still and bend your head down!” I attempt to move my body away from the gloryhole, but it will not move. Even with this guy in my booth, I suddenly realize I am still completely restrained against the gloryhole and unable to move. I start to panic as I realize he must have somehow secured the three straps of the jockstrap to the inside of his booth making me totally immobile. I am now on emotional overload as I feel something wrap around the sides and the back of my head in the dark. I felt a tight yank behind my head, and it feels like there is a belt around my head. “Lift your head up,” he commands, and once my head was facing forward, I hear a steady “click, click, click” as I feel my mouth start opening wider on its own! I start to protest but I can no longer speak. I make sounds but no words come out!!! I feel an increased sense of panic as I keep trying to speak, when suddenly the red light to my booth turns on and the guy walks out of my booth without even looking at me, heading back to his own booth, and leaving the red light on! I attempt to call out to him, but he is no longer in my booth and can not hear anything other than garbled noises due to the mouth spreader. I suddenly feel a strange sensation on the other side of the gloryhole. He has wrapped something around one of my thumbs and pulls it tight. Before I can react, he does the same thing with my other thumb. I instinctively attempt to pull my thumbs and hands apart, but they are now stuck together with my hands still holding my ass cheeks apart! My brain is totally overwhelmed when I hear the guy on the other side of the glory hole ask, “Do you wanna get fucked here or in the privacy of your room, boy?” I attempt to yell “MY ROOM!” but the words are totally lost. I keep yelling, “MY ROOM! MY ROOM! MY ROOM!” and suddenly, I hear him yell back, “Sounds good! I am gonna fuck you here then!!” And with that, I feel the guy push his long hard cock up inside of me, all the way with one steady thrust!” It is not long before he pulls it back out and sticks it all the way back inside. He does not give me time to adjust as he long dicks me over-and-over-and over again. He pulls all the way out and I feel cool air hit my open hole before he plugs it back up again. I am not sure how long he fucks me for, but I suddenly jolt back into the moment, when the fluorescent lights come on in my booth and in the hallway. I start to panic as I hear footsteps getting closer while the guy continues to fuck me, and I then hear an unfamiliar voice say “Hey Buddy, how’s it going?!” with a tone of curiosity. I hear the guy fucking me respond with: “Oh hey, bud! I have a boy that wants me to fuck him through the gloryhole here…I hope you don’t mind.” The stranger responds, “No worries, Bud…Take all the time you need!” After a pause, I hear the stranger ask, “Does he have a nice hole?” to which my buddy says, “Absofuckinglutely!!!” The stranger chuckles and responds, “I will leave you to it then…Enjoy!” as I hear his footsteps leave my buddy’s booth and walk away from us. The fluorescent lights soon turn off, putting us back exactly where we were before the interruption. The guy fucks me for what seems like forever, and then I hear him start to moan, before loudly yelling, “Take my fucking nut!” And with that, I feel his cock pulsate over-and-over inside of my hole as he dumps his man juice deep inside of me… After I bit, the guy pulls out of me and my hole feels open, until I feel him insert something up my hole to keep it plugged. I am not sure what he stuck up my hole as I continue to hear him on the other side of the wall, but am unsure what he is doing. After a few minutes, I hear him walk out of his booth, but rather than walking over toward my booth, I hear his footsteps get lighter as he fucking walks away! I am now in full panic mode, praying he will come back and release me. In the meantime, my thumbs are still stuck together, with my hands hold my ass cheeks apart, and my body is completely upright and securely restrained against the wall by the straps of the jockstrap pulled through the gloryhole and tightly secured within the booth behind me. As I desperately search for a way out of this situation, I really take in my space for the first time. As I look around, I realize there is no door on my booth, because I am not in a booth. I am in a small room that is visible to anyone who walks by the doorway at any time. I look straight ahead and see the light switch the guy used to turn the red light on earlier and mentally try to will the light to turn off to be hidden in the darkness. With my thumbs tied, there was no way for me to turn it off. I suddenly hear my buddy’s footsteps…Thank God, he's finally coming back to release me! He walks back into his booth, and I feel his hand against my ass. I suddenly hear a surprised, "What the fuck?!" in a voice that sounds more like the bathhouse employee who interrupted the guy fucking me, rather than the guy who coaxed me into the dark room! I hear him say "I don't think I'm going to need any of the lube from the bottle stuck up your ass," as I feel his cock press against my open hole, stuffing me even more full than the first guy. After a good while, I hear the bathhouse employee grunt loudly as he adds his ball-batter up my hole. It was not too long before he pulls his cock out of me, and I feel him stick my bottle of lube back up my hole to keep the two loads of nut-nectar inside of me. “What the actual fuck!” I think to myself as I try to figure a way of freeing myself and getting back to the privacy of my room. My thoughts are once again disrupted when I hear the same male employee who just fucked me full of his jizz announce over the PA system that the Dark Room is now clean and back open for business!” I feel my eyes bug out of my head as I desperately but unsuccessfully attempt to release myself from my unintended restraints. I soon hear the distant sound of multiple sets of footsteps getting closer to the open room where guys will see me and my restrained and helpless body, thanks to there being no door to give me privacy and the red light being left on. What the fuck have I gotten myself into and how long is it going to last?!!! (To be continued…)

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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