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Chapter 19 - The Point of No Return "How many men fucked you boy?" Jordyn turned to look into the impassive face of his owner Jerome but as usual the African-American gave little away. "Turn to the front you idiot!" That was the higher tone of Spice's voice, scolding him for sabotaging her efforts to repair the damage done to his make-up. It was a bigger job this time - there were bruises to cover too. She applied foundation that made Jordyn look more obviously made up, more obviously a painted little femboi whore. Jordyn liked that. "I don't know sir - I ... I lost count." Jordyn finally answered. "Dumb little fucktoy aren't you. At least you know how many loads you took?" "Only one sir." "That and whatever pre-cum got into you. Twenty men sent away satisfied, some of them real enthusiastic about what a hot young boi cunt you are. How's that make you feel fag?" "Good sir." Jordyn hesitated and then smiled. "Really good sir." He saw Spice looking at him in the mirror. He couldn't read her expression. "I enjoyed it sir." "Course you did boi - It's what you was made for. But we ain't hardly started. Getting fifty potent men together ain't easy. The audition, the softening up, tends to get left to some friends who are on meds." Jerome smiled as he saw the fag processing his words, his eyes growing wide as he realized what they meant. The dumb little whore had been doing well and that first load had helped him in a weird way. Once he had potent HIV-loaded cum in his body what else mattered. He could fuck anyone, take any load, do anything - nothing mattered compared to the bug even then working its way into his bloodstream, taking him over and making him one of them. Jerome had seen that before, the understanding and the submission, the moment a little whore knew his life had changed forever. Now the older man delighted in pulling the rug out from under the young slut, keeping him off balance, fucking with his head. He laughed his low mirthless laugh. "Thing is I'm all out of safe cocks, all out of what dumb fucks like you call clean cocks. I just got thirty of the dirtiest, nastiest, fuckers a little whore like you could hope to meet. They've been enjoying the show, building up those heavy loads of cum they been saving up for you over the last few days. They ain't gonna be wasting it on your face or your back or your belly. It's all going where it needs to be - into your hole, into your blood, into your future. You ready for that?" The fear, no the panic, was back again for Jordyn. The understanding that he could still just walk away, go back to what he had been. Then he remembered that Jerome had locked the door behind him when he came into the room and what he had been told earlier. He had been given his chance to leave and he had rejected it. Now it was too late, now this was going to happen whether he wanted it or not. The men waiting for him knew that he had given his consent, had been warned that he might scream and struggle and ask them to stop. That would just be an act, supposedly, some of them might even believe it was. Most would understand it was just another little faggot finding out he was hopelessly out of his depth, realizing too late just what that meant. These were men of experience. You didn't front with men like this. They were here to fuck and to breed whether the little boi cunt provided tried to back out or not. Jordyn might get cold feet but his hole would still be hot, still crying out to be filled and ruined and corrupted. For many of the men if the little slut tried to fight back or escape it just made it all the hotter. Not that they were monsters. There was a safe word at all of these events and if the center of attention used it then they'd back off, that was understood. No matter how frustrating that was, no matter how much the little whore deserved their nut. That was one reason Jerome's events were in high demand. They had a safe word of course and Jerome and all of his invitees and customers knew it. Only the little femboi pussy didn't know it - him and maybe that trans bitch doing his make-up. Jordyn aka BoiFagBarbie could scream and fight and beg all he liked but he'd never be able to use the only word that could stop them using him just the way they liked. That fact gave a pleasing satisfaction to the men patiently waiting for the next act. These events were a rare treat - a few more minutes just added to the anticipation. Besides when the time came they could take any frustration at the wait out on that sweet little hole. *** "You done a good job girl - our little fag is looking good enough to eat." Spice was putting her kit away. Jordyn thrilled at his Owner's compliment and turned to look at him again. The sight made him shiver. Jerome's eyes just seemed ever more deep and dark, his high cheekbones ever more exposed. Was that just the lighting? Maybe - but the message of Jerome's eyes was clear. He was hungry - eager to consume his prey. He might genuinely enjoy Jordyn's good looks but only because it would increase the pleasure of ruining him, of destroying him. Jerome had never made any secret of that fact and yet Jordyn had come here and had given himself to the other man, a Black man old enough to be his grand-father. A man whose blood and seed carried the virus, untamed and devastatingly potent. A man who tonight would plant that seed into Jordyn's body, would do so in the hope of infecting him, of claiming him in a way that could never be reversed or denied. Jordyn had known all that and yet still he had come, he was here. That had to make him the stupidest faggot in the world but he didn't care. He knew he was made for this, just as Jerome had said, it was his destiny just as it was his doom. "Send our boy in." Jerome's words were acknowledged by Spice as she left. When the door closed behind her Jerome gave a little hum of satisfaction. "Thass better. I've always liked Spice but it was time she went. This is a time for men, men of the brotherhood. Spice goes her own way and that's her call but she has no place here now." The door reopened to admit the big man Jerome had called Bull. His suit had gone and been replaced by a leather harness that left much of his hairy, muscular, body exposed. Bull saw the look on the boy's face and laughed, a complaisant satisfied laugh. He'd seen that look many times before. Hunger and desire waging a battle with fear and concern. The first two almost always won out - Bull's cock ended up deep in boi pussy. That was certainly how it would end tonight. With Bull was a much smaller, younger, figure. A heart-stoppingly handsome young man of 5'8 or so, blonde hair just a little longer than most men would wear it, green eyes just a little accentuated by liner. His body was young and fit, marked only by small silver rings through his nipples. So different to Bull but Jordyn felt the same little rush of sexual attraction as he had when he saw the older man in his harness. Jerome clapped his hands twice and Jordyn quickly assumed the required position. Laid back in his chair with his legs bent and held up to leave his butt exposed. "Fine pussy," said the Bull. Jerome signalled to the younger man who moved forward. Jordyn's heart almost seemed to stop as the handsome young man dropped to his knees and Jordyn felt hands on his butt-cheeks, so gently easing them apart. A moment and then something warm and wet. A tongue teasing and then exploring him. Making him feel sooooo just fucking amazing! Jerome laughed his low smoker's laugh. "This here is Ash. Last time I arranged one of these events young Ash here was the central attraction. Just like you are now faggot. How'd it go Ash?" The tongue at Jordyn's ass was replaced by a finger, greasy with lube, which easily slid into the hole and made him gasp. That test passed the finger was joined by a second and then a third, making Jordyn moan with excitement. "It was amazing." Ash was answering Jerome's question. "So fucking good. Each time." They noticed the little faggot getting prepped by Ash listening hard to that. "Yeah," said Ash and his eyes were intense as he locked their gaze onto Jordyn's. "It took three events but I got what I wanted, what I needed. Two lines for a pregnant boi pussy. The freedom to live as I want to live - the undeniable knowledge of who I am and always have been." "So you made your decision about meds?" Jerome's voice broke into their communion. "I thought I had better go on them but the first type they tried didn't work." The young man's voice seemed unconcerned even as his words turned Jordyn's blood into ice water. "That's the vanilla shit - hardly ever works with our graduates. This brotherhood supplies some seriously potent strains. Nothing the Doctors can't tame with a little work - not yet at least." "I know," said Ash, his face a picture of delicious concentration as his fingers stretched and teased Jordyn's tender fresh hole, "but I've decided to just let it ride a while." He withdrew his fingers and again leaned forward to kiss and tongue the delicious fresh little hole. "Fuck yeah!" Jordyn couldn't help it. He had to let out just how fucking great it felt! "You thought about the other thing I asked you?" Jerome was talking to Ash as if Jordyn wasn't there. "Yeah - I, um, left my cage at home." Ash was working Jordyn's hole with a well lubed dildo now. Teasing his ring, tapping and gently entering again and again. Jordyn concentrated on relaxing and doing all he had learned to let the toy in. "Good - because you ain't a boy no more Ash. You are a young man and you'll never be more potent than you are right now. Almost sacrilege to waste that - when you have so much to offer the dumb little faggots out there." "I'm not sure yet." "I know - topping ain't been your thing but you'll know when the time comes. Just know I'm proud of you either way brother." Ash sent a look of pure joy and devotion towards Jerome and Jordyn, watching them, yearned to earn his owner's respect in the same way. "For the meantime you'll be in charge of the poppers Ash. Keep this dumb little slut supplied when he needs it." Bull had been watching too. Now he moved forward and eased Ash aside from Jordyn's hole. His own thick finger tapped at it and explored, his own eyes watched the little hole wink and open. "He's ready - let's get the main act started." Jerome stepped forward and pulled Jordyn's hair aside. The older man skilfully fastened a black leather collar around the faggot's neck and then attached a leash to it. When Jerome set off for the door Jordyn had no choice but to follow him. A few moments let him see the collar and its silver lettering in the mirror and though reversed he read the letters 'B - O - I - F - A - G - B' and knew how the lettering continued where he could not see it. 'A - R - B - I - E' That was who he was now. Not Jordan Myers the star student, not Jordyn the dumb faggot, now he was BoiFagBarbie and he knew what that meant. Now he was just a hole to be fucked As they went through the door there was a wave of noise as men cheered and stamped their feet. From the corner of his eye BoiFagBarbie saw Bull dispense with his black jock-strap. His cock was left unrestrained and standing proud. Ten inches of thick meat with a heavy pair of potent balls swinging beneath. Yes - the faggot formerly known as Jordyn was BoiFagBarbie now and he was about to learn what that really meant. ***

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@Rillion - thank you for completing such a great story, tracking the journey from vanilla to full on chase and presumed conversion, and now looking to share and convert his husband. Love it!!

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Are any of @Scorpion’s original, unaltered stories still on this site? Used to love reading them

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It occurs to me that one reason there are less orgies is because no one wants to organize them. I can't imagine that there's a lack of people who want to attend. I have a friend that organizes orgies. The problem is that he's running the show, meaning he doesn't get a lot of sex because he's busy opening the door, greeting people, answering messages, etc. etc. Not to mention paying for privilege of doing this in the form of paying for the room. So everyone but him as a great time while his needs are only partially met. The solution to this is to go to a sex party in a large city. Take LodgeNY, a group in NYC that throws 10-15 parties/week along a variety of schedules and themes. They cost roughly $30 to enter, which includes clothes check, light refreshments, lube and condoms, cleanup efforts, advertising, staff costs, and location rental. I used to go to a 2-hour lunchtime event that was a much smaller version of this. I thnk he charged $20. Enough to pay for the room and give him a bit of spending money. So if you want an orgy, why not organize one yourself? Your needs won't get met terribly well, but if you just wnat to play then be prepared to make a donation to the host or pay for entry to someone else's event. Otherwise, you're just showing up and enjoying a service they're providing while they don't get a lot in return.

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So hot!! Can’t wait to see what happens!

An excellent ending to this story, @Rillion! All major questions and "loose ends" are put to rest while giving readers a glimpse of what the characters will do/are doing in the future. We know that Joey is broadening his sexual desires and practices, and Daddy will be taking more probable poz loads from Joey. Some say that HIV has the power to turn a total bottom into at least an occasional top, so the virus can spread and thrive in others. Joey apparently has become one of these for in his words, "For a neg as. I am." We know until Daddy goes through the fuck flu, his negative ass is just one that Joey will be topping along with any other young muscle dude he finds. Thanks for the sharing this sexy and fun story, @Rillion! I look forward to another story from you!

I laughed so hard at this. I'm on anti-depressants and on blood pressure meds. So so so true. I changed my profiles too. In truth I'm a versatile bottom. I do top on occaison. But I absolutely LOATHE being pressured to top. I spend years as an escort with bottoms demanding I fuck them in XYZ position and cum on demand. I hated it on a personal level, although I was fine with it professionally. Now I fuck when the mood strikes me. I only fuck bottoms I want to fuck, and I do it because I genuinely want to cum in them. I say I'm a bottom online though because when I said I'm a versatile bottom, other bottoms started harassing me wanting me to fuck them in the positions they wanted. UGH. No more. Now I mostly top at sex parties when I can tell the bottom what position to get into. And if he doesn't want to do it, then fine. I'm perfectly happy not topping or will find someone else who will comply. I'm not demanding, I just don't enjoy being someone else's top piece of meat in a position that does nothing for me. Especially since it's harder to stay erect than it used to be.

I do LOVE verbal sex. Especially when the Top carries thru and actually breeds. Always wanted to get fucked in a Trucker's sleeper.