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I look at it as just sex, a hot hole to use. I have a older daddy who uses me because he can fuck a tight ass without any dramas. no foreplay needed or any of the games that women play. His wife has never done anal and hasn't been emptying his balls in a long time. I dont want anything but to be used as his fucktoy.

I'm curious how those of you that voluntarily don't cum at least a couple of times a week do it, I get extremely tense and perpetually horny after 3 or 4 days. If I go a week I'm popping boners every few minutes, and my boxers and under my foreskin are slimy and wet from the nearly continuous stream of precum.

If you are a versatile cumdump at an orgy or fuck venue and are leaking you can always offer your excess cum to lube up a new arrival before you fuck them. Just be aware of where you are, if everyone there seems to a full pig just go for it, but if I'm at event or venue in the PNW I don't offer unless I already know someone well enough to know they are piggish enough to be into it. I've found a lot of receptive pigs for my kink.

Wish I could help you out

After the loss of the Starter Pack, I created a user list (BreedingZone) of all of the BZ users. You can follow it and it'll create a feed of JUST BZ users. [think before following links] https://bsky.app/profile/monqee.bsky.social

WOW! Connection club closed! And Mutschmanns closed too after they had to move. Untertage is supposedly undergoing renovation. So it might open back up later this year (hopefully). In the meantime, BiohazardMen might consider becoming a roving party. There's got to be some space they could possibly find outside of Berlin until Untertage hopefully reopens.

I live in Georgia and want someone to suck me off? Let me know if you are available.

Have you suck your son's penis no matter the age?

I'm not against feeling pain as a bottom. I kinda think it's not knowing a mans hard cock is hurting me a bit.

It's the first time you have sex.

I'm going on about a month right now without cumming. I did bend over and get an Anon cock last weekend but my cock was not touched and I didn't jack off later.

I've been guilty of sitting in an ABS and dipping my fingers into used condoms and licking it off while waiting for the next cock. I have never swallowed enough cum.

Yesterday at the bathhouse I got fucked 3 times and took 2 loads plus 1 down my throat. One of my tops was a tatted up muscle dude with a very thick cock, he came in my room and turned off the lights and proceeded to fuck me hard. He didn’t talk at all just fucked me, love that, then shoved in very deep and seeded me plus finished the last cum splash on my ass.

I think I start leaking at load 3 as well, usually am not happy until I hit at least 8-9 loads in a night. Once I’m there it’s incredible. Nothing gets me off more than being able to hear it slap and slosh while I get fucked by the next guys. i remember once I was 18 loads in and went to a cruise bar in nyc where they allow you to fuck in public and I got another 4 loads it’s just all completely fell out as the last guys pulled out. It was a complete mess and it splattered in the floor Loundly. I was so piggy that I actually think it put some guys off lol. I loved it. I decided to call it a day at that point but while I was going to coat check some guy grabbed at me and I bent over and I let him pump another one in me. Unexpected bonus load, he was young and super short, I just love it when men fuck me who would never normally have a chance. I love trolls

I was at a circle jerk that included oral and anal this week with about 20 guys. Half of us were wearing wedding rings and I’m sure we were all married to men.

Prefer no Condoms, but I find that more Gay guys want to use them that straight/married guys do...

Three days later, I was woken at dawn by Bret shivering. I knew what this probably meant, and leaned over to feel his forehead. He was burning up and fucking sweaty, so I got myself up and went and knocked on K&K’s door. “Yeah” Kane said eventually, sounding groggy. I went in and told them that I thought Bret was converting, then left to go to the kitchen and bathroom to get water, cloths, tablets and anything else I could think of. We took it in turns to care for him through it over the next few days, though I managed to work all my shifts at the shop and pub. Dad came back during it all, and being sober for once he was actually of some help, showing genuine concerned for his eldest boy given how sick he was. He had never been one for calling doctors so fortunately did not suggest that, and for a couple of days we functioned sort of like a family. It wasn’t until Bret was improving massively that Dad randomly got wasted again, and then things became shit. The angry shouting moods took over, and none of us could move without being threatened or some shit. We managed to get Bret over to Stan and Winston’s, and they saw him through the last of it while Kane, Kieron and I dealt with probably the fastest spiral Dad had ever done. Fortunately Justin came to our rescue, helping us to get him back to the rehab centre rather than arresting him after he’d managed to get outside and was yelling abuse at anyone who passed. With Bret recovered and now back at home, we contacted Grant to make arrangements for the ‘pozzing’ video as soon as possible so that our big brother could get on with the inking he was suddenly so antsy about. Grant responded to say he would line up something soon, and also that he would be sending over the details of the tattoo artist that he’d now been in contact with. When the number came through I gave the guy a call, and he actually came over to our place to see us all. He was fucking talented, which you could tell from how quickly he managed to draw some really accurate sketches of Bret’s whole body. The two of them then sat together and used tracing paper to try out a few designs so Bret could see how they might look. They got it all sorted, and then the guy did some other designs on paper for me, Kane and Kieron to think about for our torsos. Everyone was so turned on by it all, so once the guy had left we had a brotherly fuck-fest where every dick went in every hole at some point. The next day was sunny and warm, and K&K were off for an afternoon shoot outdoors in some woods, apparently with it being staged as though all the tops were just anonymous guys out cruising. It sounded like fun but Grant wanted just the twins, so I went to the pub with Bret instead. Now that Aimee had finished her exams, I had agreed with Clive to do less shifts at the Nisa so she could earn some money, which worked out for me as I was starting to want more time to enjoy hanging out with my brothers. That meant I was free to have a few drinks with Bret in the sunshine, though I went with shandy as I still had to work behind the bar that night. We sat at a table and quietly just chatted about shit, before I asked Bret to tell me a bit more about all the sex in the army. He hesitated a bit, looking around at how close other people were, but then started talking. He told me some of what I already knew, about different guys using him to get off even though they were all straight, but then talked about two other guys who he thought were probably gay too. One of them was this big angry brick shithouse who was always on everyone’s case, who just bent Bret over in a storeroom one day and fucked him senseless. That was how it always happened, with Bret just having to take it whenever the guy lost his cool. The other guy was married with a baby on the way, but Bret could just tell he was in the closet. Bret popped his anal cherry, and they kept fucking each other all the time until the discharge, but my brother never told anyone else as he didn’t think the guy could handle becoming another barracks cumdump. Bret then got really quiet for a while, his face looking a bit pained. I didn’t push it, and he eventually started telling me about another guy who he had fucked around with early on. That guy was a bit of a mess, with a fiancée at home and his dad being ex-SAS and expecting his son to turn out just like him. Bret told me how the guy had got more and more messed up, getting angry or just breaking down crying, particularly after he’d started to take it up the arse himself. Then one day he was gone, and while they were told he had quit, Bret later found out the guy had slit his wrists, spent ages in the infirmary, and then been discharged and sent off to a mental hospital after a complete breakdown. He never found out what happened to the guy in the end. “It wasn’t your fault Bret” I said. “Yeah” he sighed. “I know. I do. But it fucking messed me up when I found out, and I thought for ages I’d fucking pushed him over. I guess…” “What?” I asked, after he had paused for a while. “I guess” he continued, “it kind of made me understand Dad a bit more, you know?” “No” I said. “Explain it to me.” “Well, I mean, I guess I saw a guy fucking falling apart right in front of me” he said, “and I thought later about watching that happen to Dad after Mum left. He ran himself into the fucking ground trying to make sure we had food and clothes and hot water and all that other shit, and I reckon he broke. But he went with booze rather than a razor blade.” “Oh” I said. “Yeah, OK, I guess I do get it then. And you’re right about him, I know that, but it’s still fucking hard dealing with it all.” “Yeah” he sighed. “We didn’t make it any fucking easier for him, not for Mum. We were a bunch of little fuckers.” “Fucking speak for yourself” I replied. “I got blamed for so much fucking shit that was all you, Kane and Kieron.” Bret looked up at me, that pained expression back on his face. “I know” he said. “I’m so sorry bruv. I mean it.” “I know you do” I said. “Like I said before, you’re forgiven. The other two as well.” We sat in silence for a bit, and I could tell he just wanted to lean over and kiss me as much as I wanted to do the same. “I wonder if we’ll ever find a way to make it right with Dad too” he eventually said. “It’s our fault he’s like this.” I didn’t know what else to say, so we went back to sitting in silence for a few minutes. That ended when we saw Justin walking down the hill, dressed in normal clothes for a change being he wasn’t on duty. He saw us and nodded, then went into the pub. He came out with a drink and walked over to us, sitting down at our table. “You alright mate?” Bret asked him. “No” Justin said. “Bianca is a stupid fucking bitch.” He reached for my cigarettes, took one and lit it, the first time I’d seen him smoke since he and Bret were teenagers. “What happened?” Bret asked. “Found out she’s spent all our fucking money on some stupid marketing shit” he said. “She’s fucking pissed it all away with a load of fucking scamming cunts, and then she has the fucking nerve to try to blame me!” “How?” I asked. “Get this” he said. “She fucking told me that I need to get promoted and make more money so she can buy the things she fucking wants without having to try to make more money elsewhere.” “She fucking what?” Bret asked. “I know!” said Justin. “It never fucking occurred to her to go and get an actual fucking job if she fucking wants more fucking knock-off handbags!” “What are you gonna do?” I asked. “Dunno” he said. “But I’ve fucking had enough of this shit to be honest.” With Justin having arrived, we never actually went back home as we’d sort of planned, and I eventually just left the table to go and start my shift. It was a busy night with so many people wanting to drink outside, and I ended up behind the bar the whole night as I was much quicker at serving people than Sheila. When I went on break I popped outside and saw that Bret and Justin had gone, but Stan and Winston had taken their table and we made eye contact. I took a quick load from each of them in turn behind the bins before I went back on duty at the bar. The rest of the night went really quickly as we stayed busy right up until last orders, with the clear up taking ages thanks to all the crap everyone had just fucking dropped on the floor or in the bushes outside. Brian got me a double rum and coke to enjoy outside with him and Sheila once we were done, giving me a big wad of cash as my share of the tips after some drunk guys had gone a bit crazy with what they were putting in the normally empty jar. I walked back home, where I found some glasses and an empty bottle of whisky on the kitchen table. Kane and Kieron were still not back, so I stripped out of my clothes in the hall and went straight in to have a quick shower. When I got out I dried myself a bit, and then opened the door to the room I shared with Bret. I stopped in my tracks when I saw him lying on his bed asleep, with Justin’s tattooed arm round him. They were both naked, and then I realised the room smelled of cum. Obviously I didn’t know everything that had gone on, but I reckoned Justin had taken out his frustrations inside my big brother’s arse. My big brother’s recently converted arse. I couldn’t help but smile, wondering if maybe we might have another guy joining us soon for fucking and fun. I decided not to wake them, so walked quietly back to the kitchen and got a couple of glasses of water, one of which I put down gently beside Bret’s bed before I put the other on the floor next to mine. I slowly climbed onto my bed, as naked as the other two men in the room, and lay down to go to sleep. The next morning some fucking crow decided to land on our windowsill and go crazy, so all three of us were woken at the same time and much earlier than we would have liked. I got up to chase the fucking bird away, and then turned to look at Bret and Justin as they started to realise where they were. “Hey” I said, grinning at them. “Er, hi” said Justin, glancing between me and the back of Bret’s head. “Luke, this is, er…” “Relax mate” I said. “Every one of us Ballard brothers is fucking gay.” “What?” he asked. “We’re all gay” I said. “Me, Bret, Kane, Kieron, all gay. Don’t know about Dad.” Bret turned onto his back and was looking up at Justin with a grin. “I’m not…” Justin began. “Mate, relax” Bret said. “Nothing we ain’t done before, and you fucking needed it last night.” Justin looked like a rabbit in headlights, so Bret sat up and slid off the bed. Justin then did the same, and immediately started gathering his clothes and putting them on. He looked a bit panicked, so we just kept out of his way while he got dressed. I pulled on a pair of shorts, and slipped past Justin and out the door. I heard it close behind me, and then I went into the bathroom to have a piss. When I came back out the bedroom door was open again, and then I went round to the kitchen to get coffee. Bret was standing there still completely naked, holding Justin tightly with his friend’s head on his shoulder. I crept back to our room and waited, until I heard the front door open and close. Bret then appeared back in our room and also put some shorts on. “He OK?” I asked. “Yeah, sort of” Bret said. “Reckon he’s gonna be a single man soon though.” “Yeah?” I asked. “He’s so fucking done with her” he replied. “Don’t even think he really likes her anymore.” “But he likes someone” I said, with a smirk. Bret’s eyes darted to mine, and he looked pretty serious. “Even if he does, I’m taken” he said. “You are?” I asked. He walked over to me, put his hands on my head and leaned in. He kissed me really deeply, and then pulled away just a little bit. “Bruv” he said, “I mean it when I say I love you. I don’t fucking care that we’re brothers.” “Oh” I said. “Fuck. I mean… yes.” “Yes?” he said. “Yes” I said. “I’m fucking yours if you’re fucking mine.” “I am” said Bret, smiling at me. “We’ll have fun with others, but I fucking want you little bruv.” We started kissing again, only stopping when we heard a couple of noises from Kane and Kieron’s room. We went back to the kitchen and got the kettle on for coffee, and I started making enough bacon and eggs for everyone to eat. K&K emerged looking wrecked, and after some coffee they gave us the lowdown on what turned out to be a 12-hour gangbang in the woods. Both of them looked really sore as they sat down, and they said they were done for a few days as they needed time to recover. Bret glanced at me, and then told them about Justin but also asked them to not say anything to him about it. They agreed, and were quite interested in whether we thought he might be up for more eventually. The prospect of that was appealing to everyone, with Justin’s heartthrob mixed-race face, incredible gym bod, and sexy full-sleeve tattoos, but we agreed we needed to let him do things in his own time if that was what he wanted. My phone buzzed, and I saw it was a long message from Grant with all the details of the pozzing gangbang for Bret. I read it out to the others. “So” I started, “the story is going to be us three taking our older brother out for a stag do the night before his wedding. We have a few drinks in a bar, and then take him off to a special club for a surprise. He is blindfolded and stripped down to a jock, thinking he’s going to be seen to by some women for the last time before he’s hitched. But instead he gets worked over by a load of guys, with his brothers telling him they always knew he was gay like them and they wanted to set him free. He gets his whole body licked and massaged by the men, before they put him in a sling and take turns rimming him. They then all fuck him, with him saying no at first but then loving it and starting to beg for more. When they have all fucked him, they remove his blindfold and he sees their tattoos, realising what they mean. His brothers then show they have the same tattoos, which they had kept hidden from him. He decides he wants to be part of his family brotherhood, texts his fiancée to call off the wedding, and then asks the men to keep breeding him. All four brothers then get used by the men, in slings, on benches, and whatever else. The older brother’s phone keeps ringing, but he ignores it and begs for more poz cum. It all ends with the four brothers holding each other and welcoming the eldest into their clan.” “Fucking hot” Kieron said. “Shit yeah” said Kane. “Bret?” I asked. “I can’t fucking wait” he said, with a big grin. “Cool” I said, also smiling. “Gonna be fucking amazing.” “Yeah it is” said Kieron. “Anyway” I said, “there’s a bit more. Grant says they’re gonna film the bar scene separately, at a place near his apartment. He wants us to go to his place first on Saturday afternoon, then we’ll go to the bar and do that scene. Then on Monday night we’re going to some club one of his friends owns that will be closed, which they’re gonna use for the sex stuff.” “OK” said Bret, “that work for you?” “Yeah” I said. “I’m not at Nisa, so as long as we’re back for my shift at the Dragon then it’s fine.” I replied back to Grant to say it all sounded fucking amazing, and he agreed to time things on Saturday so I could be back. We all then just got on with our weeks, enjoying spending time together. Bret started looking for work at gyms, security firms or other places he might have some chance, and while out one day he went to see Dad at the rehab place. He was a bit down when he got back, telling us that Dad was just silent and looked broken, and that the staff had told him he was now seeing a psychiatrist more frequently than normal. It looked like he was going to be there for a long time, so while we were happy to not have to deal with his spiralling, we did all realise that this was a bit serious. We agreed to all start going to see him, even if Kane and Kieron were a bit reluctant at first. Bret had also been seeing Justin a bit, though he told me there hadn’t been any more sex or anything. Justin had moved out of the flat and was back with his mum, and was already talking to a lawyer about a divorce from Bianca. Bret said Justin’s head was a bit of a mess, but he was OK and didn’t actually have any regrets about what had happened. When the Saturday rolled around, we all dressed up a bit before we got an Uber to Grant’s place. Bret had never been there and was impressed, whilst the concierge barely even acknowledged us this time. When we got upstairs Grant welcomed us in and then inspected our outfits, seeming pleased with what he had picked out to wear for the short bar scene. “But” he said, “I think we can improve things a bit.” He went over to a cupboard, bringing out some more posh paper bags. I smiled, knowing what was coming, but was surprised when he handed a small one to me, then slightly larger ones to each of my brothers. “What’s this?” I asked. “Open it” Grant said, smiling. I dipped into my bag and pulled out two small boxes, and when I opened them I felt my dick harden. In one was a huge, heavy, plain silver band ring, and I noticed it had a biohazard symbol engraved on its inner surface. The other one had two big thick-gauge silver hoop earrings in it. “Time for you to get those ears opened up again so you can wear them” he said to me, referring to the fact I had pierced my ears when I was 16 and worn cheap fake diamond studs for a couple of years before I ditched them. “Wow” I said. “Thank you.” “My tattoo guy will sort it out for you” he said. Kane and Kieron then got their boxes out, and found each had a ring to match mine. They also each had a larger box, inside which was a bracelet similar to the one he got me. “You two deserve a bit more bling” he said, “and I felt bad about only giving one of those to your brother.“ K&K just beamed at him, as they put on their bracelets. “Now, older brother” said Grant while smiling at Bret, “let’s get you looking the part.” Bret pulled out a succession of boxes, and opened them all up as he put each one on the table. He had wide eyes as he looked at the biggest chain yet that any of us had, and a massive bracelet bigger than my own. There was also a chunky Stirling watch, and a ring to match what the other three of us had received. “What the fu…” he began, before looking up at Grant. “This is too much.” “Not at all young man” he said. “Firstly, these are business expenses to help my stars look like I think they should. Secondly, your video is already earning a fortune, and I know this next one could be our biggest hit yet. Only fair you should share in the rewards.” “We’re still getting paid right?” Kane asked, getting a brief sideways glare from Grant in response. “Kidding, just kidding” he said, grinning. I went over to Bret and lifted up the chain from the box, leaning up to put it around his neck. It was nicely on display with the collar of his black shirt open, and my dick hardened even more the minute I stepped back and looked at him. He then reached down for the bracelet and, after fumbling a bit, got it on. He slid on the watch which fitted perfectly, and then he picked up the ring. Kane, Kieron and I were still holding ours. “Right ring fingers boys” said Grant. We all slid them on, and I was amazed they all seemed to fit perfectly. “There we go” said Grant, making us all stand in a line together. “You’re not only all fucking handsome and sexy, but now you look like stars.” Bret kept touching the chain round his neck as we walked to the bar, and K&K both seemed to be swinging their arms more than usual. I could really feel the weight of the ring on my finger, but was most looking forward to getting my ears re-done and the hoops added. Bret had whispered to me back in the apartment that he was looking forward to that too, licking his lips in a way that told me he was going to be pounding my arse 24/7 once I was pierced again. When we got to the bar we found a whole side of it had been blocked off for us, and while there were a few other people there, we were able to do the filming without any issues. After we’d gone inside, Grant suddenly decided to add a bit outside first, filming us all arriving and having a last smoke before we went inside. We then sat in a booth and tried to talk to each other naturally, while sticking to the plot. It was quite easy actually, with us genuinely having a laugh with each other, and we had a bit of fun by calling Bret’s made-up fiancée Bianca. At the end we filmed our departure from the bar to go to the club, then once that was done we came back inside. Grant was happy with what was captured on film, and so after we all had a round more drinks he got us an Uber and sent us home. I quickly changed clothes and then headed out to the Dragon to work, but the other three all came by later still wearing the same outfits which made me wish I had kept mine on. They stayed until closing, and Brian let us have a short lock-in if they all helped again with clearing up. That night the flat was filled with the sounds of chains jangling. As Kieron told us the next day, his hole was wrecked all night by Kane and he fucking loved it. Bret and I, meanwhile, swapped roles through the night, giving each other four loads by dawn. The next day we were in and out of bed, not fucking so much but instead trying to catch up on sleep. We otherwise just sat around chatting, eating, and realising how much we actually all liked each other after so many years of everyone being an arsehole to everyone else. I did my shift at the pub again in the evening, and they all joined me there for a bit but did not hang around for too long. That night there was more sex, but it was calmer and we managed to sleep. “You ready?” I asked Bret the next afternoon, as he got dressed again in the outfit from Saturday. “Fucking hell yes” he said, grinning at me. “Me too” I said, before slipping a hand in his unbuttoned shirt. “Can’t wait to see this all inked finally.” “Yeah?” he asked. “You want your pozzed up big brother looking like a pozzed up big thug?” “Fuck yeah” I said, smiling at him. “Then I want that thug to fuck me senseless.” “Only if you fuck him senseless too” said Bret, before leaning in to kiss me. “Deal” I said, as our lips parted. We joined K&K in the kitchen, had a couple of shots of vodka each, and then headed down to get the Uber that was about to arrive. This was going to be one epic night…

Bret was nervous when he got inside and saw all the men dressed as senior army staff, but Grant came over and put him at ease. He got us both a drink and encouraged us over to chat to the other men a bit, and then he came back a while later with a load of uniform for Bret to wear. I went with Bret while he changed in a side room, helping him get everything straight given there was no mirror. He looked fucking incredible in the dress uniform, something I’d only seen him wearing in a photo. “Fucking handsome bruv” I said, when we were all done. “Thanks” he said, blushing. I leaned up and kissed him, then gathered his other clothes and we went back out. He was given another drink and a chance for a couple of cigarettes, before things got underway. Grant encouraged him just to be natural, and I watched Bret’s face as he mumbled to himself a little bit to prepare. But when things started off he was actually really good, behaving just like a well-trained soldier would. He walked right, stared straight ahead right, saluted right, and did what his ‘superior officers’ commanded of him. They started with him sucking them all off as they stood in a line, and I got so fucking horny seeing by big brother doing that. He then worked his way back down the line of men, rimming each of them as they bent over in front of him. As the final part of the warm-up, they had him remove his trousers over the boots, and bend over so they could each have a go rimming or fingering him. I was really fucking impressed with Bret, as he kept a straight face throughout even though he must have wanted to moan or something. I reckoned he must have trained really hard in the army to not react to stuff, but also thought he was probably really fucking good at it even compared to the rest of the battalion. He was put on all fours on a mat for the first round of fucking, and he did really well just taking it while still staring straight ahead and occasionally shouting “Sir yes Sir!” in response to any question about whether he liked them fucking his arse. The only time I saw him react at all was when a guy with a horse dick pushed into him, and even then it was just a little clenching of his jaw. Once the guy was in him, his face went back to how it had been, and he took the fucking like a pro. I got so fucking hot and horny thinking about him actually doing shit like this at the barracks before he got caught. They moved on to spit-roasting him doggy-style, and again he was fucking excellent. He worked each cock in his mouth like it was all he was doing, not reacting at all to the pounding he was taking at the other end. He never gagged once, not even when the horse dick was pushed into his throat, something I knew would have made me heave no matter how fucking hard I tried to swallow it properly. Once they had all had a go with his hole or mouth in that position, he was put on his back for the final part as each man fucked and bred him, some shooting inside and others onto his hole before they thrust back in. He dutifully yelled “thank you Sir!” as each load was dropped in him, while just staring up at the ceiling. After a break for drinks and cigarettes, they had him remove all his clothes except the boots and hat. Men took it in turns to lie on their backs on the mat, and Bret rode each and every cock to a second orgasm as his own erect dick stood to attention. Sometimes guys went over to have him suck them off a bit while he bounced up and down, but most of the time it was just him riding those cocks, his muscles flexing like crazy. This time I saw his face crack only once again, when he briefly looked completely lost in pleasure as he bounced up and down on the horse cock. I was fucking envious, and hoped that guy might want to keep his dick warm inside me when we were on another break. I didn’t get that chance though, as he chose to keep it plugged inside Bret when everyone stopped for another drink and smoke, with Bret’s face telling me he was flexing his arse muscles a bit to squeeze on the huge dong inside him. For the third scene, the superior officers gave him a shouty dressing down for having been caught in a cupboard getting fucked by another soldier, and made him bend over a sling so they could paddle him a bit before they all fucked him again. He took it all without reacting, other than shouting thanks and apologies to his senior officers when commanded. Bret had been fucked senseless all day, but he never showed any signs of his hole getting tired or his buttocks getting sore, and I was so fucking proud of him. When they were finally done with the last round of breeding, Bret was put on the floor kneeling with his arms behind his back. The men all took turns pissing or spitting on him, before the one playing the most senior officer barked that he was a disgrace and now dishonourably discharged from the army. Bret was filmed walking naked out of the barracks wearing only his boots, cum liberally dripping from his hole as he went, and then it was all over. “You were fucking amazing young man” said Grant, after Bret had come back into the room. “Thanks” said Bret, rubbing his tender bottom after the paddling. “That is going to be a big hit” Grant continued. “I can’t wait to film your pozzing gangbang sequel.” Bret blushed a bit, and glanced over at me. “I’ve already been taking poz loads” he said to Grant, quite quietly. “Oh, I know” Grant responded, smiling. “Most of them today were poz too. Doesn’t matter if you convert before we film, just don’t go and get a trampstamp like your slutty brothers until after we’re done, OK?” “Yes sir” said Bret, looking quite wide eyed as he looked round at the other men as they drank and smoked. “They were poz too?” “Most of them, yes” said Grant. “You’ll be one of us in no time boy, don’t you worry.” After a hose was used by a couple of the guys to clean off all the piss and spit from Bret’s skin and hair, I took him off to the side room to get him dried and dressed. “You OK?” I asked. “Yeah” he said. “Enjoyed that actually. Just didn’t know they were poz.” “Most of Grant’s guys are” I said. “Only some of them have tatts though.” “Oh” said Bret. “Thought it was something everyone did who got pozzed.” “Nah” I said, chuckling. “So you don’t have to once it’s done.” “Fuck that” he replied, smiling. “I’m gonna be fucking covered in that ink.” He finished up getting dressed, then we went out and said goodbye before leaving. I got us an Uber for the journey home, before we went out to the Dragon for a drink before closing. Brian said he was happy to have a lock-in for me if I helped clean up after, so we ended up staying for a few. Bret quietly started telling me about the tattoos he was thinking of getting once he converted, including big biohazards on his pecs and biceps, and a giant scorpion on his back. I told him I also wanted something on my torso, but was still waiting for Grant to line us up with his own artist. That reminded me to message him about it which I did there and then, also noting Bret wanted a load of designs. We then finished up a final shot of rum each, before Bret helped me stack all the chairs and stools, clean off the last few tables and run a mop around. We went back to find Dad still out at his rehab, and Kieron and Kane yelling as they fucked like crazy in their room. Bret chuckled at them, and then steered us both into our room. He stripped naked and lay down on his bed with his back to me, and I slid in behind him and pushed my cock inside. I wrapped my arm around him, and he kissed my hand as he squeezed my cock. “I love you little bruv” he whispered. “I love you too big bruv” I whispered back. I fucked him gently until I blew, kissing his back and neck the whole time. Without withdrawing, I then dozed off against him, knowing he was already asleep from his gentle breathing. Maybe this estate wasn’t so bad after all…