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Bio Weekend 3-5th , I’ll be there all weekend taking as many loads as possible,anyone else on here going?

Chapter 13 - Making a Sale He wished he had thought to wear just a little make-up. Like that certain beautiful Russian boy who had so impressed him it seemed ages ago. Jordyn wanted to catch the men's attention just as the Russian had captured his. Just as the Russian had captured the attention of the men who had fucked him and bred him. Jordyn felt his breathing speed up a little and the blood pulse through his body. He recognized his excitement and knew what he had to do. He'd made the right choice in ditching his jeans for a pair of daisy dukes. It was an even better choice to lose his hoody and just wear his ultra-faggy white T that he'd cropped to expose his flat pale lower torso. With his leggings he was obviously wearing something very close to a girl's outfit but he knew that he still, just about, presented as masculine. He didn't look like a girl and he didn't look trans, he looked like a boy who knew his role in life was to be fucked by men. To be a hole and to be moulded into who he needed to be by real men. The look was perfect! On his Owner's signal that the camera was filming Jordyn suddenly got up from his seat and instead perched himself on the edge of the table, letting his legs swing freely. "You want to take a seat so we can do this filming." Jerome's tone was hard to define. "I prefer it up here." "I have the camera set up ready for you seated. So best you sit back in the chair." "Nah - I like it here and you can move the camera." It felt odd for Jordyn to be talking back to his Owner and it didn't really feel right - but it was sort of fun. Especially because it meant he could talk REALLY faggy. "You going to sit in that chair or not?" Now Jerome sounded a little more pissed. "No I'm not and you can't make me!" Jerome went to the camera and adjusted it. Once he saw the lens pointing up into his face Jordyn gave it his cheekiest grin. He kept swinging his legs and moved a hand up to smooth some hair behind his ear before taking a lock and twirling it in his fingers, He looked into the lens, knowing that it was live, and imagined the men who would watch him. He sent them a smile of pure almost girlish beauty and an enthusiastically faggy wave. "Hi!" "You going to behave now?" "Don't I always behave?" He giggled and looked down at his swinging legs. They looked so much better out of those jeans so he could show off his pink-and-white hooped knee-highs. "But I said you couldn't make me!" He stuck his tongue out at the camera. Even as he did it he wondered if he wasn't perhaps going a little too far! Jerome, behind the camera, gave him a look. Not perhaps the sort of look that Jordyn might have expected or feared. Neither a conspiratorial look nor an angry look. Just a look that seemed to say, 'I'll let this go for now but there will be consequences.' That look couldn't help but put a shiver into the young man's soul. However, he knew that it was too late now. He had made his choice. Now he could only go on as he had begun. Jerome stayed behind the camera, simply checking to ensure the machine was properly set up and recording. A glimpse at the screen told him what he had known would be the case. The camera loved the little faggot. When Jerome spoke his voice was low and measured, as if he had forgotten what had occurred before. "So tell the men watching who you are and why we are here." "I'm Jordyn and I'm here to invite you all to my party. What do you call it? Oh yes - My Breaking In Party!" A girlish giggle of the purest delight. "It's going to be such fun!" Jordyn gave his best coquettish look at that all-seeing, all-recording, camera lens. "I hope you will all be able to come." "How many guests do you want at your party? As the host you will have certain duties." Jerome's tone was dry. It was obvious how the younger man had chosen to play this. Well - the little fag would have to be ready to take the consequences. Jordyn made his eyes big for the camera and shook his head. "I don't know. I've never done anything like this before. What do you think would be best?" "Well Jordyn since you are young and inexperienced we maybe should keep this a small intimate affair. Select the guests carefully, just a few men I know and trust. Otherwise things could get real out of hand offering a crowd of real men your hole." "My perfect little virgin hole," corrected Jordyn as he fluttered his eye-lashes at the camera and gave his sweetest smile. "Exactly. So maybe we'll have three men for starters." "BORING," yelled Jordyn, "I want at least fifty!" "Five," suggested his owner. "No - fifty!" Jordyn pouted into the camera and Jerome felt his jaded old cock stiffen in his pants. The little fucker was playing his part to perfection. The occasion promised to be real profitable for Jerome, real memorable for his clients and absolutely, positively, unforgettable for this little faggot wannabe slut. "Ten," negotiated Jerome. "I want fifty!" Jordyn kicked his legs and slapped his palms on the table top. If the young man took cock as well as he faked a 'tantrum' then he wouldn't disappoint. "You let fifty real men at an unused hole then they'll wreck it, bust it up and ruin it. Believe me. How about I invite fifty then maybe twenty will show." Jerome's voice was calm; a careful negotiation that Jordyn knew was just as assumed as his own petulance. They were both working towards the same end. "Are most of the men as old as you?" Jordyn gently bit his lower lip as he grinned into the camera. "A lot of them." "Too old to really fuck me hard then. Invite them all." Jerome saw the glint of delighted mischief in Jordyn's eye. The little fucker was really enjoying this. Well - so be it. "I got well over fifty on my list. From twenty year old gang-bangers to seventy year olds. If I invite a man and he shows then you can't be backing out or tapping out. You'd best start a little more gently." "No!" Jordyn was petulantly insistent. "That would be so lame. I want this first time to be amazing, unforgettable. Something that will live with me forever. Invite everyone and I'm going to really misbehave!" The young man was so good at this. Selecting his words very carefully. He could play the game. Except, as Jerome knew, this was no game. "So you understand there are rules." "Who needs rules?" Jordyn flicked a stray hair up off his face. "At any party I arrange there are some rules." Jerome saw Jordyn roll his eyes but ignored it. "First for you - since men will be making the effort to come here then you WILL be here. No flaking and no excuses. We had times when the star of the show chickened out - that doesn't happen any more. You will be here or we will come and get you. A competitor of mine planned two events just recently and they didn't come off. I won't allow that to happen with you. A lot of men have a lot of stored up energy and need a tight hole to use." "Promises, promises," taunted Jordyn as he swung his legs. "But in return you get to set some rules - so things don't get too far out of hand. So you don't get too far out of your depth." "Huh," said Jordyn, "like that's going to happen with a bunch of old men. Are we sure that they can all still get it up?" Jerome smiled. Each and every one of the men in attendance would most surely be proving that as hard as they could - especially after that remark. "So I guess we'd better set some rules. First - you want condoms?" "Fuck no! For the first time it has to be for real, raw, like it should be." "Not scared of HIV? What if any of the men is positive for that?" 'I read on the internet somewhere that you can't catch HIV on your first time. I'm not sure I believe that but it doesn't matter." Jordyn gave a delightfully girlish giggle and skipped off the table to give a little twirl showing off his slim youthful body to the camera, "You can see that I am young and really healthy - I'm sure I'm pretty much immune to infection." He giggled again and looked straight into the camera. "Especially from older guys - I mean I'm so much younger than them, so much fitter, so much healthier and soooooo much hotter! I don't think there's any chance of me catching anything from them and certainly not on my first time. Like I said - I've done my research." "So you've no issue with Poz men coming?" "Of course not – in fact I’d prefer Poz men to be there. I want this night to be really special for me. Thinking someone might be Poz is pretty fun, pretty exciting. I guess they are welcome to take their best shot but more fool them because like I said I'm coming out of this Negative." "So I'm assuming you're on PrEP?" "What's PrEP?" "Just something some people scared of risks take - a sort of insurance." "LAME! BORING! Besides it's not like there's really any risk from a bunch of old men." He held his palms open. "I mean just look at me - you think anything like that could ever happen to someone as cute as me!" "So everyone at my events is legal age and consenting. You got anything else you don't want involved?" Jordyn's brow furrowed and he gave an image of perfect concentration. "I don't think so - except maybe poop. I don't like the idea of poop." "So anything except scat is OK - you happily consent to be the star of the show?" Jordyn beamed a beautiful smile. "I LOVE the idea of being the star of the show. So yes - no poop but otherwise I consent to everything. I'm kind of interested what my guests have planned for me." Jerome laughed for the first time. That low laugh of his that contained a lot more satisfaction and triumph than it did genuine amusement. The one that sent shivers down his little fucktoys' spines. Little would-be femboy fucksluts like Jordyn were always in a hurry but these things took time to arrange. Men would be travelling to an event like this. Some on their own Dollar and some funded by the rich men who made these Pay-Per-Views so very worthwhile. Jerome had put the young man's image out there a few weeks back and he knew there was plenty of interest. But nowadays things were not so simple. Back in the day you could arrange a break-in-breeding party pretty easily. Just get the neg hole to an appropriate venue and nature ran its course. Plenty of men got to enjoy a fuck and one dumb slut maybe got his status changed. Now it was more difficult - but that was what provided the opportunity and the profit for a man like Jerome. People knew Jerome did not front, could never be accused of capping. What he offered was what he provided. If he said there would be unprotected neg cherry hole then that is what there would be. Men needed to know that because getting the other side of the equation together was the real skill. Finding a roomful of High Viral Loads primed and ready to give the star of the show exactly what he deserved. "So we are settled then. You follow my rules to the letter while my guests have no rules except probably no scat and for sure no condoms. Now let's talk about a safe word." "BORING!" Jordyn swung his legs furiously and again made a great point of huffing out his cheeks and rolling his eyes. "Why would I need that? What's the worst that can happen?" "Well a responsible owner would insist on you having a safe word." Jordyn petulantly stuck his tongue out at the camera. "Can't make me!" "OK boy, so be it, you've made your choice." Jerome's voice was smooth and low but Jordyn saw the glint in the older man's eye. Again he wondered if perhaps he might have gone a little too far. "Anything else to say boy?" Jordyn hesitated for a moment but then looked straight into the camera lens. "Not knowing might be fun but I think knowing would be even hotter. I'd like you to only invite poz men - so I'll know my party will be really special. Something I'll always remember and carry with me." Jerome continued but this time he was speaking to the viewers rather than to Jordyn. "You heard what our young friend here wants. Make sure to get here and be ready to ensure that his big night is all he dreams of and a whole lot more." Jerome switched the camera off and touched its screen a few times. "All ready to send to the men who will make this happen. Any second thoughts?" Oh there absolutely were second thoughts. Jordyn knew he had gone too far. Too far in teasing the men but also too far in this whole thing to turn back now. He thought about opening his mouth to say something. Maybe it would be best if... Jerome pressed a button on the camera. "There we go. All settled. That's how we roll faggot. I do the thinking and I make the decisions. You ... well you get fucked." The older man smiled and this time it was a smile of genuine pleasure. Somehow that scared Jordyn more than even his own thoughts. However, he also knew that his fears didn't matter now. It was too late for such things to make the slightest difference ***

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I'd love a cruise like that too. I like to get it on the ship itself.

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Awesome story - very hot.

Mine is short, too. His hair is black, his body is hairy and he has designer stubble. He is handsome with beautiful piercing blue eyes. The day when I “fall in love with him “ was when he showed ups instead of my original doctor. He wore mask and I could see his eyes and I lost in them.

This is so sweet & wholesome!

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