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Isn't showing his cock to a gay friend a hint? Maybe you could give him a hint. You could say you're on a dry spell and would suck just about anyone. The closest thing to a hint I got was my friend saying his dad thinks we're jerking each other off and we just laughed about it.

Oh wow… a lovely service, and I really hope we hear more of the events of the evening, the family fall-out and boifagbarbie’s future situation. @thescribe730 Great writing as ever, and thank you for sharing the story

Husband and I (both bears in or mid 30s and early 40s) met up with a new friend (40 kind of muscle bear) at a hotel recently that wanted to bottom for us. We had a good amount of time for foreplay and blowing each other before we moved into eating his ass while he sucked on our cocks. When we had him nice and opened up we spent about 2 hours taking turns fucking him while he either nursed on the others cock or 69ed with them. Every time he got close to cumming we made him stop and we shifted to slow fucking him to make him last longer. The session ended with the husband blowing his load, pulling out so our friend could suck his cock clean, me sliding in to churn his load up, our friend blowing hands free, and them me adding my load as his ass spasmed around my cock.

This is the first time I've read this story but it won't be the last. Super hot story.

Fuck yeah beautiful

Chapter 16 - A Bride's Special Day As he emerged through the door Jordyn seemed to physically feel the heat of the bodies there. It was a large room but it was full of men and every eye was fixed on him as he made his entrance. For a moment he felt his resolution melt away but again he felt a hand of Jerome or the Bull on each of his own arms. They eased him forward and he sensed as much as he heard the door close behind him, the click of a lock being secured. He had been here in his dreams and fantasies so many times. He knew how this worked. Until you went through that door you could still back out, still save yourself from the fate you had so recklessly sought. However, once you passed through, once that door was closed and locked, there would be no mercy shown. He had given himself to these men and they would take him and use him for their pleasure. His needs and wants and interests didn't matter any more. All that mattered was making cocks hard and taking men's cum. His previous hesitation meant that the music faded away just before he had made the full length of the room. He expected it to resume but it did not. For so many men, who had made such noise earlier, there was an eerie quiet. Broken by the 'click - click - click' of his ridiculous heels on the hard floor and also by the breathing of men as they watched him - as they enjoyed the prospect of destroying his hole. Men leaned forward for a better view and he knew why. His little white mini-skirt had ridden up around the plump cheeks of his bubble butt. His face might be pretty but these men were mostly interested in his hole. In what they would do to it and what they would fill it with. But there were so many of them. He'd talked about fifty men but until they were all in a room with him, all staring at him and fucking him in their minds, he hadn't really understood what that meant. He stole glances from side to side, saw pants and shorts bulging with lust for his undefiled body. Those bulges were all hard and all big. What had Jerome said about these men being especially selected, chosen for their big cocks and their mean attitudes. Chosen for something else too. These were all Poz Daddies - men who knew just how to treat pathetic little sissy boys like him. Some of the men were laughing, watching him and enjoying the terror that he knew he couldn't entirely hide. He had no idea where this building was, he had no idea of the real names of any of the men here, he was alone and hopelessly, completely, out of his depth. His bravery had all evaporated, frankly he wanted to wet himself with terror. However, deep in his subconscious, his training kicked in. He somehow managed to put a faggy sway into his hips as he took those last mincing steps. Through his mind ran the mantra that Jerome had sent for him to read, again and again. 'Its natural to be pozzed. Its fun to be pozzed. Its exciting to be pozzed. Its beautiful to be pozzed. Its sexy to be pozzed. Its my destiny to be pozzed. Its my destiny to be poz.' His perfect painted lips mouthed the words, 'Its my destiny to be poz', even as he arrived at his destination, stood between Jerome and the Bull in front of a man in a dirty white robe, grey stubble on his chin and a battered clerical collar around his neck. The man raised his arms and even the little whispering that had been going on in the crowd ceased immediately. This was a sacred moment, a very special occasion, the most important day in the life of any dumb femboy faggot. "Dearly beloved brethren we are gathered here tonight to celebrate the union of the Brotherhood with Jordyn, a young man offered as our plaything and our property. To use and to misuse according to the lusts and desires of those men here gathered." The man gave Jordyn an unctuous smile, the sort that only a real pastor could give his congregation. "This is a formal commitment - a union built on understanding, obedience and self-abnegation. The sacred transition from an unspoiled femboy into what you have always been destined to be." He paused. "Now take a step forward Jordyn Myers and make your pledges to the Brotherhood." Jordyn tottered forward. He left the guiding hand of Jerome and stood, with some effort and concentration, on his own two feet in front of the priest, or ex-priest or fake priest or whatever he was. The man smiled. "I am Daddy Robert. I will guide you through the ceremony." His words were reassuring but he had the same hungry eyes as the rest of the men. Jordyn instinctively knew that Daddy Robert might be the celebrant but he would also be a participant. Jordyn couldn't help glancing down and seeing the bulge in the front of the man's dirty robe. "Eyes front," said the priest with an obvious leer, "this is a serious occassion. Let us begin. Do you Jordyn confirm that you arrive here unspoiled, virginal and testing negative in every respect that counts?" "I do." "Do you come here of your own free will?" "I do." "Do you come here in the full knowledge that every member of the Brotherhood is a potent man, a Poz man, that every load is a meaningful load, a charged load?" "I do." "Do you understand that here all fucking is real fucking, bareback fucking?" "I do." "Do you accept that you are a faggy boi pussy cumdump - made for the pleasure of the Brotherhood?" "I do." "Do you accept that little sissy fagboys who come here will be at the mercy of the Brotherhood - to perform all and every task, endure all and every punishment, for the pleasure and satisfaction of the real men here gathered?" "I do." "Do you come here, unprotected and unmedicated, to receive the gift of the Brotherhood - do you undertake to perform any task and endure any punishment to make yourself worthy of receiving that gift?" "I do." "Do you understand that we can supply you with a safe word that will be respected in all circumstances but choose instead to have no safe word and to be at the mercy of the men here gathered - to slake every perverted thirst, to serve every vicious desire, to milk every charged load?" "I do." "Do you Jordyn pledge to become all that you have dreamed of being, to become BoiFagBarbie - a dumb little faggot fucktoy for men to own, a boi pussy cum-dump for men to ruin, nothing more than a hole for men to destroy and to fill with their poz loads?" "I do." "Finally, do you Jordyn Myers, understanding all that I have told you, consent to all and any activities undertaken this night? Do you pledge to no longer be the femboy Jordyn but to become BoiFagBarbie, a willing and eager sacrifice to the lusts and the pleasures of the Brotherhood?" "I do." The man smiled and leaned forward to whisper into the femboy's ear. "Well done." Then he straightened up to address the crowd of men who had been watching on. "Do you - men of the Brotherhood - pledge to give this faggot all that he has asked for and more, to abuse him and to beat him, to fuck him and to breed him, to ruin him and to destroy him, so long as you have a charged load in your balls?" "WE DO," came as a roar from all of then men there. The tension and solemnity of the previous few minutes shattered by the venom and intensity of that sound. Still smiling, Daddy Robert waited for the tumult to die down and then gave the required declaration. "Gentlemen ... You may ruin the bride!" Over the last few moments a group of men had moved forward to surround the group in front of Daddy Robert. Ten men, all African-American and in their late twenties, notably younger than most of the men there. Their clothing and ink left little doubt what sort of men they were. Men of the street, dangerous men, gang bangers in every sense of the word. Men who knew what they wanted and took it. Their leader moved between Daddy Robert and Jordyn. The femboy looked into his eyes and saw what was there and in that moment Jordyn's nerve went. He tried to dart away from the man even though he had to know it was useless, that there would be no escape. Jerome, the Bull and Daddy Robert all stepped back - laughing at the young man's obvious terror. They left him to the not so tender mercies of the ten men that were now closing in on him. Jordyn managed three tottering steps but in his heart he knew why he was wearing the heels. So he could not run, so he was helpless before the desires of these men. On the fourth step he tottered forward and was roughly grabbed by one of the men surrounding him. In that very moment Jordyn sensed the strength and power in that man's arms. He was helpless to resist such a masculine force and even if he tried there were nine more, waiting. He could not fight, he could not fly, there could be only one result of the adrenaline now pumping through his bloodstream. He was going to be well and truly fucked and there was nothing he could do about it. Other men came and grasped his arms and his legs, lifted him off the ground and bodily carried Jordyn to the door at the other end of the meeting room. Through the door Jordyn saw the lights and the cameras, the mattress on the floor, the battered old leather sofas. As he got closer he saw the mattress was dirty and stained, stains of sweat and semen but also, he thought, stains that looked like blood. "Help!" Jordyn screamed and tried to break free of the men, kicking his legs frantically. However, he was only answered by a roar of laughter from the men remaining behind in the meeting room. The grip on each of his limbs was firm and unmoved by his pitiful struggles. Jordyn's eyes sought out their leader as the men carried him to his doom. "Please..." he started. The man's hand slapped Jordyn hard in the face, with real intent. "Shut the fuck up faggot bitch," the leader snarled. Jordyn stopped talking and struggling, his face just showed shock at the weight of the slap. It stunned him a little but not so much that he didn't understand. He had dreamed of this moment for so long and now he would find out just what happened when the femboi bride was destroyed. Whether he wanted to - or not. The door closed behind the men and their prey. In the meeting room attention turned to the large screen on one wall. The live feed of all that occurred beyond that door. Sent to the meeting room and also to certain wealthy men with specialist sexual tastes around the world. They already knew that the pretty boy faggot, whose name most of them had already forgotten, would be fine entertainment. The forty men left in the meeting room chatted and refreshed their drinks as they watched the action. Many were old friends, or at least knew each other from events such as this. They swapped breeding stories and information on mutual contacts as they waited. Their time would soon come. The little faggot wasn't going anywhere - except to his destiny. ***

Still a personal favorite. Short and sweet.

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Damn, maybe I can give you my load next time

Oh! I’m in bay ridge so I’ll have to follow this post

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Welcome... Great story makes us feel like we were there with you!!!

This will never be "the new normal." But hey, you do you.

this is definitely one of the best stories I've ever read on here. The author has done an excellent job with the characterization; Rick and Dan feel like real people, sometimes even like ourselves. But the pacing and story development are also well handled so that readers are kept wanting more and more. Each time I log in the first thing I look for are new chapters of this story. And I know that all stories have to end, and this one eventually will. (Please don't just abandon it!) but endings are what make stories special. I know this story, once the author feels it's done, will also make us feel special with his ending. Not that it has to be soon. I'm enjoying this too much. Just please don't abandon it.