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It has taken a (very) long time, but finally made some progress on a follow up to https://breeding.zone/topic/33786-the-decline-and-fall-of-michael-christian/Apologies again for the very long delay... and I hope you enjoy. Anyway, here is Part 1. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Hey man, sorry. I didn’t realise it was occupied.” A stranger stood at the toilet but looked over his shoulder at Calvin… was he smirking? Calvin needed to pee but it could wait. The real reason he was in the bathroom was to get away from the guy who had been (all but) clinging to him since he arrived at the party. The clingy guy had introduced himself as Tommy. He was tall, thin, and very flamboyantly gay. Not that Calvin had a problem with that, but Tommy had clearly had a few drinks too many. He refused to listen when Calvin said he was straight, so Calvin escaped to the bathroom. And now he had walked in on someone else in the toilet. Could this night get any more awkward? He started to back out of the bathroom and close the door. STOP. The stranger’s lips did not move but the word seemed to reverberate inside Calvin’s head. Like someone shouting, loudly, in a tunnel. There was an odd sensation just behind his eyes. A tingling. Calvin stopped. He stood in the door as if waiting for something. He wasn’t sure what that was, or even what it could be. “There’s room enough for two.” The stranger smiled but that smile never touched his eyes. Come in and close the door. The voice in his head was not as loud, just a normal speaking voice. But the tingling persisted. If anything, stronger than before. You are relaxed. There is nothing strange about what is happening. The voice was just a whisper now. But that sensation, the tingling behind his eyes, continued. It felt buried now, however, as if had burrowed somewhere deep inside his head. As Calvin stepped back in the bathroom and closed the door, he thought he should be worried. Like there was something terribly wrong. But he couldn’t think of what that might be. There was something odd about the stranger yet Calvin couldn’t quite put a finger on it. There was something almost… vague…or nondescript… about him. He was neither short not tall. Average build. Calvin couldn’t even tell how old he was. He could be 22 or 42. It just seemed impossible to tell. “I’m… Sebastian.” The stranger said. His extended his hand that had been holding his dick a moment ago. “You can call me Seb.” “Calvin. Calvin Watts.” Calvin shook Seb’s hand, trying not to think about where the hand had just been. “Nice to meet you. So do you know Mark and Mary?” “Not really, I just moved into the building and they invited me to the party.” “Can’t say I know them very well either.” Seb replied without more detail. “So how old are you, Calvin?” “I’m 18. You?” “I’m… a little bit older than that. Are you in college?” “Yes. I’m attending State, and studying Pre-Med and Chemistry. I want to get into medical research when I graduate.” Calvin wondered why he was kept speaking, answering questions that had never even been asked. He should be freaked out, of at least annoyed, but he felt eager to offer information. It made no sense. “You must have a high IQ.” “Well, when my Dad had me tested, my IQ was rated at 152.” “Very impressive. I bet you are doing very well in your classes, aren’t you? “ Calvin wanted to say that he was expecting to be on the Dean’s list this quarter and that he (and his father) would be very disappointed if he didn’t graduate summa cum laude in a few years. But Seb didn’t give him time to respond and the thought just slipped away. “Isn’t it unusual for a first year student to live off campus?” “My parents didn’t want me to live in the dorm. Too much partying going on. Or so my Dad says. So they rented an apartment for me.” “Do you have a girlfriend?” Seb paused a raised an eyebrow. “Or a boyfriend?” “Um… I don’t have a girlfriend, and I’m not gay.” Calvin wondered if he should be offended that the stranger had even asked… but somehow just couldn’t work up the energy. “You need to pee, don’t you Calvin?” “Um. Yeah.” “You should pull your dick out then, shouldn’t you?” That tingling again. And the perception of a voice inside his head but so quiet now he couldn’t even hear it. His hands moved before he even realised what they were doing, unzipping his fly, pulling out his dick, and aiming it at the toilet. His bladder, however, refused to pee, so he just stood there with this stranger. Both of the men standing there with his cock out. For a minute Calvin wondered if someone had put something in his drink and this was a surreal hallucination. But, no. This was real. Somehow he knew. “Good boy, Calvin.” A sense of happiness swept across Calvin at the words. His heart beat slightly faster in excitement. He wondered why he would feel this way. But, again, the thought slipped away. “It’s rather amusing. Your father thought he was preparing you for life. But his overprotective and controlling nature has sheltered you. You never even developed those defences that most humans have.” The words seemed to bypass Calvin as if his mind was shut down while Seb spoke. After a moment he blinked to see Seb looking at his crotch. “You have a nice cock.” Calvin blushed, unsure how to reply. “Do you like my cock, Calvin?” Calvin had never really looked at another guy’s cock before. Well, maybe in the locker room. But that was really just to see how it compared to his own. Now he found his eyes pulled down to Seb’s crotch. And he stared, suddenly fascinated by it. The other man’s cock was long and thick. The foreskin wrapped around the bulbous cock head and the whole things seemed so… perfect. Calvin was circumcised and his own cock suddenly felt awkward and clunky. “It’s…. It’s... beautiful.” Calvin finally managed. He licked his lips as he stared. “Why don’t you touch it?” Calvin’s hand reached out, tentatively. “That’s right, wrap your fingers around it. Stroke it. Gently. That’s my good boy.” Calvin felt his own dick starting to swell and rise. He was getting hard. But he was straight. Wasn’t he? It felt so fuzzy now. “I’m going to put my hand on your dick now. Is that ok, Calvin?” “Yes, sir.” Seb’s fingers caressed Calvin’s dick. The fingers moved softly. Gently. But Calvin’s whole body convulsed in pleasure. “You like that, don’t you?” “Yeah.” “I’m going to suck you now, Calvin.” “Ok…. I’ve never had a blow job before.” “A blow job? What a quaint way to describe it.” Seb shifted to his knees and Calvin could feel the warm breath rippling across the sensitive skin of his dick. The shaft flexed in anticipation. Some part of his mind tried to scream out. To put a stop to this. He wasn’t gay. But Calvin just couldn’t concentrate and the thought faded away. But Seb paused. “I could stop now, Calvin. I could stop, walk out, and you would be yourself again in a few minutes. Do you want me to stop? To step away now, without sucking your cock?” “No… please don’t stop.” Calvin felt desperate. It suddenly didn’t matter if he was gay or straight. He just wanted the other man’s mouth around his cock. “Are you sure? If I continue, there is a price. There is always a price. And you will never be the same.” “Please… please suck me. I want it so bad. I need it.” Calvin whimpered. Why was he so desperate? “As you wish.” The stranger smiled again. It was a smile that sent a chill down Calvin’s spine. The kind of smile that a cat wears when playing with a mouse. Then Seb’s lips enveloped Calvin’s cock. Calvin’s moaned as the sensation of the warm mouth enveloped his cock and spread quickly throughout his body. His hands wrapped around Seb’s head in a desperate attempt to maintain some control. Seb’s lips were locked on Calvin’s shaft. His mouth slid up and down the length, maintaining a tight suction. Calvin imagined he could feel the suction all the way from his skull to his toes. As if the pressure Seb was exerting would swallow him whole. It was almost painful… but somehow incredibly erotic. “Oh fuck,” Calvin groaned. He was getting his dick sucked for the first time… by a guy. This was so bizarre. But good. Oh so very good. “That is so amazing.” Calvin’s hips started moving, thrusting his cock further into Seb’s mouth. His dick was slowly swelling. His balls were slowly starting their rise. But… something else. A strange sensation throughout his body. Pulling. Stretching. As if the suction on his cock was siphoning something out of him. His head felt fuzzy. Unfocused. He had a slight headache and his vision seemed to be blurring. His body felt weak. ‘Oh fuck’, Calvin thought, asking himself ‘Am I having an aneur… and an….’. Strange. He couldn’t think of the word. He should know that word. A brain… thingy. A problem in the brain. He should know the word. Why couldn’t he think of it? Don’t worry. Relax. Let it flow away. The voice was back. And the tingling, which had never gone away, seemed stronger again now. At that information, that knowledge. It’s all such a burden. Surrender it. Life will be so much easier if you just don’t have to think so much anymore. Lay down your burden. Calvin was afraid. Terrified. Something was being taken from him. But he couldn’t figure out what it was. He had to resist. But his head was so fuzzy. Why couldn’t he think? Do you feel it? Your intelligence dropping lower. And lower. Doesn’t it feel good to let it go? Now you can enjoy other things. More important things. More immediate things. Think about how good your cock feels. Doesn’t your cock feel so good now? His cock did feel amazing. Seb’s expert lips, tongue, and mouth were bringing him closer and closer to cumming. This was fucking amazing. He had never felt this good sitting in a classroom. The suction was so strong. Especially in his head. Everything was being pulled into his dick. His dick that was buried deep in Seb’s throat now. Fuck that felt good. Yes. He could let go. It would feel so good to just let go. No! He shouldn’t. God help him, he knew he shouldn’t. He was losing something. Something important. If only he could understand what it was.… But his cock felt amazing. He needed to cum. To unload. To release. He wanted his body to tense up in anticipation — like it was doing now. He wanted to feel his dick throb —like it was doing now. He wanted to feel his nuts pull up — like they were doing now. He wanted this more than anything! Yes… Calvin succumbed to the voice in his head. He surrendered to the pressure. Stopped fighting it. And he came. It seemed to last forever. His eyes rolled back into his head and blast after blast fired into Seb’s throat. And Seb swallowed it all. But eventually the 18 year old’s muscles relaxed. His pecker grew soft and slipped from Seb’s mouth. Seb stood and gently pushed the young man down on the toilet seat. He peered into Calvin’s eyes and into his mind and soul. The mind was so quiet. So dull. So stupid. Lazy, unfocused, undisciplined. “Ah, my poor boy. You had such a high opinion of yourself and your mind. But you were just a tasty morsel. A delicious treat for a summer evening.” “Huh?” Calvin just looked up at the man above him. “Whatcha talking bout?” “I don’t think you need to worry about a high IQ anymore.” Seb laughed. “I’m afraid that I may have gotten carried away. You are well below ‘normal’ now. Well below.” “You ain’t making sense, man.” Seb frowned and looked down at Calvin. He really hadn’t intended to consume so much of the young man. “You know, since I took so much from you, it seems only fair that I give you something back. Would you like that?” “Your gonna give me somethin?” Calvin couldn’t really understand that this guy was babblin’ about… but fuck it. If he wanted to give him something, he sure as fuck wouldn’t refuse. Seb’s put his hand on Calvin’s head and pulled him towards his own hard cock. “What the fuck?” Calvin protested. “I aint no fag…” But his protest was cut off as Seb’s cock slipped into his mouth. Calvin tried to get it out. But no matter what he did, the prick was pushing into his mouth. And then he noticed the taste. ‘Fuck, that tasted good,’ he thought, his tongue swirling around the sliding shaft. He wanted that taste. More! Seb, however, was impatient. He had more important matters to attend and this distraction had already wasted too much time. Within moments, his hips were pressed against Calvin’s face. The entire shaft inserted. That was good enough. He let his orgasm flow. His seed erupting into the wretch before him. Calvin slurping it down like a man who had found an oasis in a barren desert. It wasn’t really semen, of course. Semen was such a mortal concept. But Calvin perceived the fluids as such. Seb slipped his cock from Calvin’s mouth and looked into his eyes a final time. Yes. There it was: the craving. A ravenous hunger for something Calvin couldn’t even put words to yet. And he had even given a bit of the young man’s intelligence back. Not much, of course. Just enough so he could function in society. And just enough so he could understand what he had lost, what had been taken away, it was so much more fun when they understood the price. Calvin sat on the toilet in shock. It was still so hard to think. For a moment there, he had been lost completely. He felt better now but he knew something was still missing. He could feel a cavity where something had been pulled away. And there was something else. Some other sensation he was just barely aware of. But he couldn’t put words to it. What the hell had Seb done to him? “Yes. That will do.” Seb mused. “You feel it missing now, don’t you? All that information, your mind racing miles ahead of everyone around you, all that potential? Gone. You will have to spend the rest of your life wondering what you would have accomplished. Cure cancer? Find new treatments to better the lives of our fellow ‘humans’? You will never know but it will haunt you. All of that given up just to get your dick sucked. Your dreams, your plans for a career? Dead now. But don’t worry, I very much suspect you will find a new career soon enough. I wish I could stay to watch, but I think not. It's time to move on." Calvin wanted to scream To yell. To cry. What the fuck had he done? But it was so hard to think now. He felt hollow. Empty. Incomplete. It took him a moment to realise he was alone in the bathroom. Seb was simply not there anymore. He was alone… for about a minute. And then the door opened. “Oh there you are, handsome.” It was Tommy, the gay guy from earlier. “I thought you got lost.” Tommy’s eyes swept over Calvin’s disheveled face and hair, and at the cum splatters on the floor. And Calvin’s dick still hanging out of his jeans. “Well, you have been busy, haven’t you? You dirty slut.” The word ‘slut’ sounded like a compliment from Tommy’s lips. Calvin was sure he could smell Tommy. His sweat. His musk. And it made his lust even stronger. His thoughts even weaker. Calvin’s eyes trailed down Tommy’s tall, lean, beautiful body. To the sizeable bulge in his crotch. He could see the outline of other man’s cock quite clearly. Tommy’s tight pants made sure of that. And that cock was quite big. He was so horny. No. Horny didn’t describe it. He was fucking ravenous. He wanted what was in the other man’s trousers. He wanted to explore that budge. He wanted to feel Tommy in his throat and, god help him, in his ass. He wanted Tommy’s cum inside him. He needed it. “Oh fuck.” Calvin didn’t even realise he was speaking out loud. “I’m gay.” “Yeah, I kind of guessed that.” Tommy slurred. Calvin’s dick was straining in his jeans. What Seb had taken, his intelligence or whatever, didn’t seem as important right now. He needed to sate his hunger. “I wanna taste you. I want to suck you. And I want you to fuck me. I’ve never been fucked. Please.” Tommy raised an eyebrow. “Well, lucky for you, someone convinced me to explore my top side recently. But are you sure about this? It’s going to hurt a bit… especially if it’s your first time.” < To Be Continued… > >

TAXI DRIVER **This happened about a month or so ago. I read another post about a taxi driver and that reminded me that I haven’t posted this encounter on here (I did on another site at the time)** Certain things can combine to form a situation that you really didn’t anticipate. One night after drinks with friends and seeing no prospects for the evening, I hopped into a cab to head home. I was tipsy and horny and flying solo. I didn’t really talk to the driver, mainly concentrating on staying awake until I got home. I’m sure if I’d met someone at the bar I would have been wired and up for some all night fuck fun. Since I was going home alone, all I could think about was my bed. As we got closer to my street the taxi driver asked me something, but being so spaced out I had give my head a shake and ask him to repeat himself. He asked me if I had someone waiting for me at home. I said that it was probably just my roommates, though I suddenly could tell he meant something other than just going home to an empty house. He pulled the car off to the side at the end of my block and switched it off. Turning around I actually got a good look at him for the first time. Not great looking, but not bad, either. His accent was thick, Turkish I think. “You want some company?” he asked me. Even though I didn’t find him all that attractive, I immediately felt a stirring in my pants, and my butt hole convulsed. I had already gone through the trouble of cleaning before going out tonight just in case, and clearly my ass was telling me to do something about it. I glanced up the street and could see that my housemates were definitely home (the lights were on in their rooms), so there was no way I was bringing a strange taxi driver home. My sluttiness is something that is for my knowledge, not theirs. So, I told him my house was out of the question. He kind of lunged over the seat at me and jammed a HUGE tongue into my mouth. He tasted of cigarettes and smelled a little of sweat. And it was turning me on even more (even though I did quit smoking years ago). So I kissed him back, tongues duelling, lots of heavy breathing, and he made very masculine growling noises in the back of his throat that were a fucking turn-on. When we broke the kiss he sat back down in his seat, turned the engine back on and pulled away only to pull into a dark alley behind a closed business. From there he climbed over the seat (I don’t live in a city where they have a wall of plexi glass between you) and was next to me in a flash. His hands were strong as they grabbed at me, pulling me in for another kiss while he took a handful of butt in each hand. I used my free hands to roam and check out what he had going on downstairs. He was rocking a cock that reminded me of his tongue -big and thick. As soon as I got a good feel of his cock, he pulled his mouth from mine and said, “Can I fuck you?” “Fuck yeah!” I told him. So there I was, quite drunk, in the back seat of a car with a swarthy man, about to let him fuck me in a dark alley. I do love feeling like a whore and this was doing it for me. While he opened his pants, I managed to work mine down to my ankles and then pull them completely off. Then I just climbed into his lap. He looked at me funny in the eyes. “No condom?” He didn’t seem upset by it, but curious why a guy like me would let a stranger like him enter me without protection. “You need one?” I asked. “No,” he said kind of breathy. He seemed extra excited now that he was going to fuck me bare. He grabbed my ass in his big hands and pulled me closer while he lined his big fat cock up with my hole, and as he kissed me again, he slowly lowered me onto his meat. I had douched but hadn’t lubed, but luckily he was leaking plenty for the both of us. His dick head nudged at my opening a few times to smear some wetness on me, and then he began to rut his hips up to jam more and more of his shaft into my ass. Once I took the big fat head in easily, I knew that I could just take the whole thing. Sometimes my ass surprises me and I can feel it just open up all on it’s own when I’m extra horny. I was probably lubing myself from the inside, too. On his next push up, I pushed down and sat entirely onto his whopper of a dick. Fuck, did I feel full, and damn that was a nice dick! As I sat there for a moment to appreciate the feel of it filling me, I almost laughed when I thought how its always the less attractive men who have the most beautiful cocks. At least that’s been my experience, anyway. Most of the good-looking men I’ve been with had small to average size -nothing wrong with that, either, I’m just saying . . . He seemed thrilled that he was all the way in me so fast, and he went back to growling again while he rutted his hips more, trying to get as much of him into my greedy fuck hole as possible. This wasn’t meant to be a lengthy session, so I got to work, riding that fat dick hard. Fuck, that thing felt so good slamming up into me. He had good staying power because we went on for at least 10 or 15 minutes and he showed no signs of getting close to cumming. I kind of wished that we were in bed for a good night of it -he could really give me a ride if this was how he fucked. He stopped and held me down for a moment and started looking around outside the car. This made me nervous because I thought someone might have found us. The last thing I wanted was to get busted. When I asked him, he said he was just checking if it was all dark around us, and then he lifted me off of his dick and got out of the car, dragging me along with him. He bent me over the trunk and entered me again, grabbing my hips and slamming me hard and deep. Now this was what my ass had been needing! This guy could fuck!! He was bordering on rough/abusive which I like, so it worked for me. Gripping me tight, the only sounds we could hear were the smack, smack, smack of our skin colliding and the odd grunt that we just couldn’t stifle. It was probably 5 minutes of that slam fucking and then he stopped, holding his dick in me, breathing hard. I looked back at him, wondering if he was cumming and I couldn’t feel it. “Did you cum?” I asked him. He smiled a very big smile. “Can I cum in you?” he marvelled. “Go for it, fill me up!” I told him. He instantly went back to slam fucking me for another couple of minutes and then started to growl as I felt his cock explode inside my ass. Damn! He shot so hard it triggered me and my dick started hosing down his license plate! I gritted my teeth to keep from yelling and cursing as my balls emptied on his car, and his emptied into me. His load was definitely proportionate to the size of his big dick and balls. I could really feel his load spraying my insides. Fuck it was heaven!! When he finished, he slowly eased his cock out of my well-fucked hole. As usual, I clamped my hole as tight as I could so I didn’t lose a drop of his precious seed. He pulled his pants back on, handed me mine, thanked me and took off. He didn’t ask me to pay him. I’m not sure which one of us got the tip. It was a good night for both of us.

Thanks y'all. This story has a long arc, so I planned quite a few chapters. It starts in 1998 and I'm operating on the premise that the BB party in Chaser is in 2012. As long as y'all still like it, I'll keep going. How It All Began (I Guess) Hi guys, I'm Zach. I'm 18, a senior in high school, 5'10", play soccer and baseball. I'm in pretty decent shape. I go to school on Long Island and live with my brother and my parents. My family is really religious (Jewish) and we go to temple all the time. I'm also gay. But I feel like my head wants to scream "gay, gay, gay, gay, gay" all the time. I'm not out. I can't be. My dad says stuff all the time about the gays not letting him get his work done because they are so gossipy and how they are always so sexual it's no wonder they have diseases. It's really kind of paralyzing. He doesn't ever care that my mom's brother died of AIDS or that my brother and I had a favorite teacher in school, Mr. Bennett who taught English, and he died of AIDS. My brother and I watched him get sicker in school over months and then one day he stopped coming. I cried and cried for a week. He was so handsome and so funny and smart. I'm going to be an English teacher when I grow up because of him. I just know it. But, damn, my dad can be such an asshole. I just really want to walk around the house sometimes or say at dinner, "I'm gay! Gay, gay, gay, gay, gay." But I don't. I'm in the closet to everyone. And of course, I'm a total fucking virgin. 18 and a virgin. Loser. Long Island has millions of people on it, but our world is small. I've grown up playing league sports - soccer and baseball - and going to local public schools, Hebrew school once a week until I was 13, and temple. It's the same group of people. I've known them my whole life. Sometimes people come and go, like my best friend 2 years ago; but mostly it's just the same people. I can't imagine coming out here. My parents would be so ashamed. Ugh. But, all that said, soccer and baseball definitely provide some sexual release. OMG! The guys arms in the baseball uniforms and the legs in soccer shorts. Drool. I've played on the same team with most of these guys since I was little, or went to Hebrew school, or......ok, you get the point. So, it feels weird that I totally perv on them and then go home and jerk off to them. I jerk off to me sucking their dicks and tasting their cum. I jerk off to feeling their bodies and them feeling mine. Eli is my favorite to jerk off too. We play soccer together. We've played together for 10 years. He is not the most popular guy. His brother is in college locally, so he hangs out with his brother's friends a lot and not really with the "group." He has tight curly light brown hair, a hairless body except for a treasure trail and some hair on his ass that I've seen in the shower. Ugh, his smile is so fucking sexy. Things changed with Eli last weekend. We had a great game the other day and Eli's brother was there. He used to play soccer with us. We beat the other team 3-2. It was close and we fought hard to keep the ball down field. We were a fucking sweaty mess when the game ended. There was Eli's brother smiling and cheering. It was great. He came over and said the parents were out of town and let's all do back to their place for pizza. Our parents, of course my dad wasn't there, all said yes and after we all got cleaned up I swear it was like a minivan caravan over to Eli's house. My mom and the other mom's stayed for a bit. Eli's brother opened a bottle of wine for them and then another. What we didn't know is that Eli's brother convinced some of the mom's to let their guys stay over and have beers and watch movies. There were about 10 of us left and Eli's brother when the mom's left. Eli told us our folks said we could stay over. I don't know when the pizza was ordered but it showed up just when our mom's were leaving and they all chipped in for the food - drunken Jewish suburban Long Island ladies looking for money in their purses and talking loudly. It's so embarrassing and so funny. I was sitting between Eli and one of the other guys and we were fucking rolling laughing. Pizza set up in the kitchen, Eli's brother opens the beer fridge. He says we could have beer as long as we stayed at the house. At first we were slow about it and then we were drinking faster. Eli loosened up and so did I. We were laughing a lot. They other guys had basically spread out in a circle in the living room and we played a stupid game of truth or dare for awhile. The most anyone did for a dare was I had to take off my shorts and shirt and stay that way the whole game and a couple of guys made other guys kiss each other. Fuck, that kissing made me hard and I had to cover myself with a pillow. Eli was the last guy to have to kiss another guy and he was told to kiss our goalie - Rich. I was so fucking jealous. I think I turned red and blushed because I felt my body get hot. After that, Eli's brother, Ian, turned on a movie. Boogie Nights. He popped some popcorn and we ate cold pizza. Eli, Rich and I (I wanted to stay close in case they kissed again) went to get more beers. Instead, Eli grabbed some whiskey and we made whiskey and cokes and went back to watch the movie. I was still in my boxers from the game. I couldn't find my clothes yet since the living room was dark. We went back and our seats on the couch were taken. So Rich laid down on the floor and Eli and I sat on the floor leaning our backs on the end of the other couch. We were drinking and our shoulders were touching. I was so crazy horny for Eli that I thought I would stop breathing. I just kept drinking my drink because I wanted to cool down but I didn't know it just made you warmer - I was thinking, "it's got ice in it. it's cold right. it should cool me off." Eli noticed I was empty and he asked if I wanted more. I said sure. He got up and put his hand on my bare shoulder as he stood. His hand felt so soft and nice. Eli came back with the drinks. It's the scene were Dirk shows the Colonel his cock. Eli hands we my drink, sits down right next to me, legs touching, arms touching and leans over and says, "That cock must be huge." I gulp my drink and say yeah. Eli puts his hand between us and I feel his fingers touching my naked thigh just below my boxers. I don't say anything. We watch the rest of the movie. Guys are falling asleep. Ian comes over to Eli, who moves is hand a bit for the first time, and says most of the guys are passed out down here. If there are guys awake once it's over, put them in the family room and the spare bedroom. If you need more space, I can take one of the guys in my room; but you shouldn't. Ian then says to me, "You should feel free to stay in Eli's room." I think Eli and I must've totally blushed. I was a little drunk and I stammered something like, no need. Ian said, "dude you're our guest, no worries." Then, Ian went to bed. We had one more drink and then we finished the movie and with that hot scene seeing Dirk's cock at the end I got hard. Eli, his hand back on my thigh and boxer shorts now, noticed. He smiled. He sent me to clean up in the kitchen a bit and he got the guys all sorted out. He came back in the kitchen as i was throwing out the plates and he said, "Ready for bed?" I said yes and he took my hand and we went upstairs and shut his door. He pulled me to him and kissed me. It was my first kiss from a guy ever. I was so into it. I almost cried. He felt so right. His hands were all over me and I was a bit stunned into inaction. He took off his shirt and put my hands on him. I rubbed my hands all over his shoulders and back and I kissed his neck and chest. As I lowered myself to kiss his chest, he put is hands on my shoulders and pushed me gently down to my knees. I looked up at him and he slid my hands down to the waistband of his shorts. I felt is rock hard cock. I looked Eli in the eyes, hesitated, and pulled is shorts and briefs off. It was Eli's cock. He said, kiss it. I did. He said, open your mouth. I did. He asked me if I wanted to suck his cock. I said yes. He sat on his bed, spread his legs and i slid my hands over is naked thighs and I literally moaned out loud and I took is cock in my mouth. I didn't really know what I was doing so I tried to blow it at first and he said, no suck it. I changed up and started sucking his cock. This is what I always wanted. I was sucking Eli's cock. It tasted salty and sweaty and like him. I kept at it for a few minutes and he said, "I'm cumming." I didn't stop sucking. I felt him blast in my mouth. I loved it. I kept sucking as I swallowed his load. I wanted it all. He had to push me off and said, "Hey it's sensitive after I cum." He stood me up and slid off my boxers and said turn around. I did. He said you have an amazing ass. I said thanks. He pulled me into bed and played with and stroked my cock and sometimes my ass. We talked about it being my first time. He kissed me and said I was good at it. He asked if I wanted to try something else. I asked what he was thinking and he said fucking. I said, I'm not ready. I've never done that. He kept stroking me and he kissed me a lot. He said, "I guarantee that you will cum if I fuck you." His cock was rock hard again. I was stroking him some. I was scared. He looked at me and kissed me hard. I let him roll me on my back and he reached over to the nightstand for some vaseline. He opened the jar, put some on my dick and on his dick. We stroked together and kissed. Then he pushed my legs open and I spread them. He put some more vaseline on his fingers and started to play with my ass. He kept saying how great an ass I have. The first finger hurt and I lost some of my erection. He stroked and kissed me more as he eased his finger in and out of me. One and then two. I winced at two and he said, "Let me know when two feels good with no pain Zach." In a few minutes, I told him there was no more pain. He added a more vaseline and put a third finger in my ass. I winced again, but then tought of something. Health class! We need water based lube. I asked if vaseline was water based. I said, "We need to use water based lube with condoms." He smirked and said, "Don't worry. We will. I'm just opening you up using this stuff because it works better. The water lube isn't as good for your first time." He was fingering me and stroking me and it made sense. I was stroking is lubed cock. He said, "Tell me wen you want my cock inside you." After a few minutes, I did. I wanted his cock so much. He said, "Do you have a condom?" I said, "Yes! Don't you!" He said, "My mom found my stash this morning before she left and took them. She said we need to have a talk when my parents are back." I said, "That sucks. I have one in my wallet." We both looked at each other, realizing that my shorts were somewhere else in the house. "Fuck!" we said in unison. He pulled his fingers out of my ass and laid on his back. My ass felt empty. We kissed and I knew he was disappointed. So was I. He was more distant now. Not even really touching me for the first time in hours. It felt so lonely there next to him, not talking or touching. I had just done so much and I wanted to do more. I looked at him. He was looking away from me and stroking his cock. I took some more vaseline and started stroking his cock for him. He stopped and looked at me. I got up and straddled him. Our cocks were touching. I started to kiss him again. I never wanted this feeling to go away. He was playing with my ass again and pulled me up his body some so he could finger me. He did and it felt so good having his fingers inside me again. Now there was one or two from both hands. I winced every once in awhile because it was awkward and he was stretching my asshole from both sides. I reached behind me because his cock had slid below me as he was fingering me. I stroked his cock as he fingered me. I put his cock on my ass cheeks as is fingers played with my ass. Eventually I was rubbing his cock on my ass crack and he was stroking my cock. I looked at him and kissed him a lot. Then I rose up and put his uncovered cock on my virgin ass. I sat down and his cock pushed past my first ring. I almost screamed in pain. But I had to hold it because the house was full of our friends. He added more vaseline and I lowered my ass slowly down his uncovered cock. I felt his hair on my ass. I was all the way down. He cock was inside me. I was in a lot of pain. I told him. He said, "The pain will go away, just wait." I kissed him and he stroked me. I started to move to ride his cock. I knew we should be using condoms, but I just wanted him. I didn't care at that point. I started riding more and more until I could hear the bed squeaking, him moaning and me moaning. I was rock hard and loving his cock in me. I loved him. I loved how he made me feel - sexy, wanted, desired, happy. I was getting close. He said he was going to cum. I went to get off his cock. He said, "Let me cum in your ass." I knew it wasn't safe to do that. But I kept riding his uncovered cock. I wanted him so much. He came inside me. I was in heaven. I felt him cum and it spurt in my ass. I kissed him to keep the noise down. I came when he kissed me back and shot all over his abs. I rested that way laying on him for a while, his cock in me, his cum inside me, and I was so happy. In a bit I got off him and we cleaned up and fell asleep in is bed. I was hooked. That felt so amazing.

Predators and prey (Part 6) Both hunks undressed and grinned at each other. “My name is Darren” said one. He was in his thirties and was quite athletic. “I am Tom” the other one replied. They were shaking hands and continued taking off their clothes. They tried to catch Michael’s attention by kicking him into his side, but the twink was somehow in a world of his own. Kneeling down Tom started slapping Mike’s face a bit, to force him back into reality. “Wake up cunt” he said. “It’s time to show you the joy of being double-fucked” Darren said and laughed evilly. Double fucked? The words lingered in his ears. His ass was on fire already and although he liked, being manhandled roughly, he felt exhausted already. “Can I go home now?” he asked instead with a tiny voice. No one replied, instead the guys started pinching his nipples. “Please…. ?” he sniffed. The guys didn’t seem to care. “You can’t go home now. We haven’t used your pussy yet and you need to be used…. you know that, right?” Michael had the feeling, he couldn’t take another cock. “What do you think? Should we sit him down onto your cock and I will force my entry from behind?” one stud asked his partner in crime. “The easiest way to go I guess. Let me lay down next to him and you help him lower himself down on my cunt basher.” the other replied. “Come on baby. Get up…. yeah…. give me your hand. We will help you…..” the blonde male told Michael who accepted the helping hand and was held up by the two fuckers. Michael stood up. It took a while, because he felt so wobbly. “Man. This guy is definitely not a virgin anymore” detected the black haired hunk. Michael was bleeding out of his cunt. The blood mixed with some cum he had already taken. Mike’s t-shirt was still nearby and so it was used to clean up his used hole. They wiped Mike’s ass with it. The student tried to step off the mattress but was held back by the two horny machos. “Where are you going Tinkerbell?” Tom chuckled. Michael was disoriented. They pulled him back while Darren was laying himself down and jacking his big cock to keep it nice and hard. He had a ten incher and he was looking forward to stick it into their little plaything. Tom turned Michael around and pushed him down onto Darren waiting spear. Michael bent his knees and straddled his legs above the raving guy. Tom continued jacking Darren’s cock and helped aiming it to the right angle to meet Mike’s well used snatch. Michael froze in place and let out a pathetic cry and his whole body shuddered. Both guys cheered while Darren entered the abused ass easily. Michael tried to defend himself and pushed away from the invading cock but Tom started increase the pressure on his shoulders and pushed him back down again. “No…. no no no no nooooo” he wailed, but both guys showed no mercy. “All the way down…. Don’t fight it cunt…. that is what you came for, now open your hole for us.” Tom whispered to Mike. The twink had not the strength to get up so fast and so his body accepted the next dick entering his ass cunt and he felt totally stuffed. Tom positioned himself behind the unaware twink. At first Michael felt only the fierce stabbing of Darren’s dick up is pussy but now it felt like something bigger was trying to gain access to his asshole. Tom’s dick was rocking hard but he had problems entering the twink’s body. He pushed his loins harder against Mike’s sphincter. Michael groaned pitfully as Tom’s cock was slowly digging into his rectum. “Relax boy…. relax your hole and let me in….” Tom demanded. But for Michael it was not possible to relax, while enduring such pain. It felt like his intestine would be ripped apart. Suddenly Mike’s head shot up and he let out a piercing scream. Tom’s cock had entered him. Holding is hands on his shoulders he pulled Mike’s body back and forced more of his cock in the 18 year old slut. “Gl glglgl gl…..” Mike blabbered unintelligible. “He is so tight” Tom moaned. Both guys started to find a steady rhythm. They did not seem to care, that Michael was probably damaged during the fuck. They simply enjoyed the tightness and the forceful act. Both guys fucked Michael as hard as they could. They wanted to double their pleasure and double his pain. While Tom was not the one who could hold back much longer, he signaled to his fuck buddy that he might shoot his load up Michael’s fuck tube. Since Darren did not complain he doubled his effort in pushing his cock almost all the way into Michael. While Tom reached his climax almost, Darren started working on Mike’s nipples. He began twisting the boy’s nipples around. He pulled and pinched them hard. Michael screamed loudly to the joy of the horny audience and cramped his ass cunt violently which gave Tom a great orgasm. Tom fired his seed into the bruised young hole. He groaned loudly and after shooting several times into Michael, he pulled his softening cock out of the violated hole. He patted softly on Michaels head, like he did a good job taking him to such a powerful climax. While getting dressed up, he high fived some guys on his way out of the booth. Darren was still enjoying the fuck while Michael still howled pitifully. Getting his nipples so bruised was extremely unpleasant for him. His body sent pain signals to his brain and while his ass was almost being ruptured, he felt like he couldn’t stand the tit torture any longer. “No more…. pleeeassseeee” he begged Darren. Darren started rabbit fuck Michael’s cunthole.. “Here it comes faggot. Take my seed…. take my toxic load you fucking whore.” He erupted into Michael’s ass and enjoyed the massage Michael’s hole was still giving him due to the tit torture, he was still receiving. Darren growled and pulled Mike down to him. The boy was glad the pinching had stopped but he felt still the slow fucking motions of the Darren’s cock, still buried inside his snatch. “You fucking whore…. stupid Bitch” he grumbled. “I'm going to see you in hell you dirty cumdump….” he whispered to Michael. Michael almost froze in place. Darren pushed the twink from his body and stood up. He snatched his pants and started dressing up while glaring at the young adolescent. Michael was almost paralyzed. He was on his back. On the dirty mattress. His legs were slightly spread and he stared at Darren with a lack of understanding. “You got what you deserved, you little punk” Darren hissed and spat onto Michael face. ‘See you in hell’, were the words that lingered in his mind…..

Part 8: At the Gym Michael: Michael didn’t leave the house for the whole weekend. And it was a week and a half before he dragged himself back the gym. He body was looking…. well, not flabby exactly, just not as toned as he liked. And whatever had started on Halloween was still going on. He might as well be invisible. He hadn’t picked up someone in a bar in weeks. He and Seb had met several times now. Each time Seb’s insatiable ass milked him. Taking load after load. Until his balls were dry. Michael was always so worn out after their hookups. He always slept well. He couldn’t believe he had ever thought Seb was older than him. The other man was at least a couple years younger than Michael himself. He was truly beautiful and Michael found himself dreaming about him when they weren’t together. Michael threw his street clothes in the gym locker and pulled on his shorts and a tee. God he really didn’t want to do this. But he didn’t want to lose any more muscle either. The gym was busy so he started with the free weights. Curls first he decided. “Haven’t seen you around in a while, Christian.” A deep voice said behind him. “Hey David.” Michael grunted. He continued his workout without turning. David always called him by his last name in some false sense of intimacy. The personal trainer stepped around in front of him. His eyes surveying. “Looks like you’ve been letting yourself get a bit soft around the middle.” Michael didn’t reply. No point in encouraging the bastard. He hadn’t worked out in a few days but he wasn’t “soft in the middle”. David: David let his eyes roll over Michael Christian’s body. It was true — the other man had been slacking off his workout — even if he was mostly just trying to get under Michael’s skin. When they first met, David had thought Michael was about his age — he had been surprised to find the other man was several years older. Had they met for the first time today, however, he would have guessed Michael was at least 30. To be fair, though, he still looked pretty damn good. “Tell you what. I don’t have any clients today. Why don’t I give you a free session?” “You don’t need to do that. I’m fine. Just been too busy.” “Hey, it’s no problem at all.” Michael shrugged his shoulders. “Whatever.” From the day they had met, months ago, there had been a struggle. A tug of war. Michael was the man everyone lasted after, the man everyone wanted. And David was determined to topple him. To supplant him as the top of the tops (so to speak). It was that simple. David had always been competitive. He liked to win. And now, as always, he was determined to do so. Michael: Forty-five minutes later, Michael was drenched in sweat. David was pulling no punches on this workout and pushing him hard. He was on his third round of squats. His body ached. His legs and glutes sore. Stretched. Taut. Michael glanced at the personal trainer. The other man was not looking at his face. No. His eyes were glued firmly on Michael’s ass. After a moment, David pulled his eyes away and gave Michael a smile. No chagrin there at all. “Not bad, Christian. Let’s finish up with the bench press.” Michael wasn’t sure if David was complimenting his workout or his ass. For some reason he didn’t seem to mind David checking out his ass for once. It was nice not to just have everyone’s eyes brushing by him. They walked over to the bench and Michael stretched out while David added weight to the bar. “Let’s start with this. I’ve seen you lift more but you’ve been off your workout for awhile. We can add or take away weight if needed.” Michael nodded. He reached up to grab the bar… And his breath caught in his throat. David was positioned to spot the bar and, from this angle, Michael could see up the leg of the personal trainer’s workout shorts. The other man was not wearing underwear. His cock hung loose inside the trunks and Michael had a clear view. Michael lifted the bar and tried to look anywhere else. He was close enough that he could smell the other man. Masculine but sweet. Strong. Reassuring. He inhaled. Savouring David’s scent. The first set finished and David added more weight for the second set. Michael was struggling. Maybe David was right, maybe he was slacking off his workout too much. He needed to stay focused. The last thing he wanted was to look weak in front of David. The bastard was too cheeky already. But Michael’s eyes had a mind of their own. Admiring the personal trainer’s well formed thighs. Following the view up into the leg of the shorts. To the big cock staring back at him. A cock as big as his own. And, to Michael’s embarrassment, his own cock was getting harder the more he looked up David’s crotch. “Come on, Christian. Stay focused on the weight.” Michael tried not look at the face above him. The smile on the lips. Oh yes, David had noticed the bulge growing in Michael’s shorts. “Nine. Ten.” The trainer counted. His hands hovered on the barbell now as Michael strained harder. “Come on, give me two more.” Michael’s arms were aching. He struggled to push the weight up… but it was no good. His arm was giving under the weight. David’s reaction was almost instant. His arms bulged as he lifted the barbell back to the the rack and stepped away. His eyes focused on Michael’s. Michael rolled off the bench and picked up his towel. “That was a great workout. Thanks.” “No problem, Christian. We should workout again sometime.” The personal trainer leaned forward. Whispering. “Something more private.” “Hey man, you know we’re both tops.” David just smiled. That smile. That fucking arrogant smile. “Sure, man. Whatever you say. But you know where to find me.” He turned and walked away. Michael cursed under his breath. His arms were aching… his whole body was. David had not held back on that workout even though it was a freebie. He headed through the locker room but didn’t turn into the showers. He threw his workout gear into the locker and grabbed his towel. Just a few minutes in the steam room. That’s what he needed. Despite the thick steam, Michael could see that the small room was empty. He sat on the white bench, draped his towel around his lap, and closed his eyes. Yes. This was exactly what was needed. Steam. Heat. Quiet. He felt his aching muscles begin to relax. The door opened and Michael opened one eye enough to look. Oh fuck. The tall, lean form that entered was silhouetted by the light outside. But Michael recognised him immediately. David. There was no mistaking that body or the cocky way the younger guy stood, his towel wrapped low on his hips. David: The personal trainer hadn’t expected anyone to be in the steam room right now. Let alone Michael. Something had happened during that workout. He was sure of it. He had seen the other man staring at his crotch… and get hard as a result. But Michael Christian was a total top… wasn’t he? No. He hadn’t expected this. But he wasn’t about to let this moment pass unfulfilled. It felt like there was unfinished business now. The other man was looking at him like a deer caught in the headlights. He closed the door and sat directly opposite his rival. Michael: Michael tried to ignore the other man but again his eyes betrayed him. David’s legs were parted enough that he could see under the towel. That big dick swelling slightly in the heat. Those heavy balls hanging between the toned thighs. He couldn’t tear his eyes away. He didn’t even notice that he was licking his lips. The personal trainer adjusted himself under his towel. But then left his hand on his cock. The cock that Michael was so fascinated by. The hand slowly stroking it. Michael didn’t touch his own cock but it was getting hard again. In the back of his mind something nagged at him. He was gay, true, but he was a top. Why was he so fixated on the other man’s cock? But he was barely aware of that nagging voice. He was fixated on David’s cock. Big. Hard now. Was it slightly larger than his own? He wasn’t sure. For the first time, he wondered how it would taste. David’s eyes still locked on Michael. His hand raised, curling his fingers. Beaconing. Michael barely noticed his body slide off the bench until he was on his knees before the personal trainer. He forced his eyes to raise from the other man’s cock. Up his body. That beautifully formed body. Sweat trickling down the abs. The strong chest. Those small, pert nipples. To his face. David’s eyes drilled into him. A mixture of surprise, lust, and expectation. Michael looked back down at the other man’s crotch. At the bulge pushing at the towel. His hands were trembling as he pulled the towel away. The cock, exposed now, just inches from his face. The smell of a man, of sex, so intoxicating. He felt his back bend like he was sleepwalking. His head lowered. His lips parted. And, for the first time ever, a cock slipped into Michael Christian’s mouth. The taste filled Michael’s mouth as he wrapped his tongue around the head. Salty yet sweet. The aroma was overwhelming. Something totally new for him. Musky and masculine. Thrilling. Intoxicating. His lips wrapped around the cock. His lips sliding down the shaft. He wanted more. David: David watched his cock slide into his rival’s mouth. Stunned. Maybe he always knew this rivalry would end this way. With one of them surrendering to the other. But he had not expected today to be that day. The reality of the moment was so different than the fantasy. So much better. Michael was worshipping his dick. He had won! The rivalry was over. He had broken the great Michael Christian. He only wished someone would walk in. Someone who could spread the word about this moment. Even without a witness though, the torch had passed. Michael would always know that he, David, had won. David raised his hands. Wrapping around the head in his lap. Gripping the hair. Pulling him down. Pushing his cock deeper into the hot mouth. “So I guess your rep as a ‘total top’ is bullshit.” He couldn’t help laughing in his victory. “You’re just another cocksucker, aren’t you?” He pushed Michael’s head down further. Hitting the back of the other man’s throat. Making him gag. He laughed again. The mouth working his dick was inexperienced. Uncertain. Clumsy. But David had never enjoyed getting a blowjob more. “I asked you a question, slut. Tell me what you are.” Michael: Michael let the cock slide from his mouth. Reluctantly. Sweat was dripping from his face. The heat of the steam or just the lust that consumed him? David’s fingers were wrapped around his chin. Pulling his face up. Eye contact. Shame flooded through him. What was he doing? Why was he sucking a cock? He had never done this before. Why now? And why with David? And why was his own dick so hard? But a word formed itself in his mouth. “Yes.” “Yes what?” “Yes. I’m just a cocksucker.” And it was true. He was. He had sucked a cock. And, even more importantly, he liked it. And David knew it. Michael knew things would never be the same. Not between him and David. Or the other men who had once been able to bend around his little finger. In this room, something had changed for him. “You want it again, don’t you.” David didn’t wait for a reply. “Beg for it. Beg to suck my cock.” Michael wanted to get up, to move away. But his legs would’t move. He stayed on his knees. Kneeling before the other man. His lips moving again, as if of their own accord. “Please…” His voice was weak. Grovelling. It made him feel sick. But he didn’t stop. “…. please let me suck your cock. I want to taste it again.” “Damn. You are a cock hungry bitch aren’t you? What would your friends say if they could see you now? Begging for my cock? The great and arrogant ‘top’ Michael Christian on his knees sucking dick. There’s a first time for everything, right? Fine. Open your mouth. And you had better go all the way down this time, cocksucker.” Michael didn’t argue. He bent forward and took the cock back into his mouth. David’s hands were back on his head. Pushing him down. He fought the gag reflex. And failed. Again. And again. Saliva dripped from his mouth. Coating his chin. Mucous was dripping from his nose. But David persisted. Pushing deeper with each thrust. Like a man possessed. Michael gave up trying to control the invasion. Succumbing. Surrendering. Letting the younger man fuck his mouth. And the cock slipped past his mouth. Into his throat. He could barely breath. But he didn’t - he couldn’t - resist. “Yeah, you cocksucker. Work that dick. I’m close.” The personal trainer moaned. Another thrust. Wild. Demanding. Another. Then the hands on his head pushed him down until his face was buried in the other man’s bush. Balls deep. And the cock erupted. Firing volley after volley. Flooding his throat. Down into his stomach. Michael couldn’t breath. His face was turning red. His vision blurring. He pushed against David’s thighs. Trying to get the cock out of his throat. Struggling frantically. But the personal trainer held him in place. Desperation. His struggles fading. His arms collapsing. His body yielding… And finally David let him slide back. Let him slide the cock from his throat. Let him breath. But he kept the head of his dick in Michael’s mouth. Still dripping. Still filling Michael’s mouth with the taste of his seed. Still savouring his victory. Finally the personal trainer pushed him roughly back, off his cock, and stood. “Thanks cocksucker. Not too bad for a first time.” David glanced down. “Well…. I guess you enjoyed it as much as I did.” The floor in front of Michael was sprayed with his creamy load. He had come while sucking cock. He hadn’t even noticed. “Clean that mess up.” David ordered. “I better not hear about the cleaners having to deal with it.” And he turned and walked out without waiting for another word. Michael was still on his knees, the taste of cum in his mouth. The aroma of David’s crotch still coating his face. Without thinking, he grabbed his towel and wiped up the cum. What had just happened? Why had he done that? His breath was ragged. He needed cool air. But he waited several minutes. He didn’t want to face David again. He couldn’t. He didn’t even shower. Just threw his clothes on and raced out of the gym.

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Quick note: My work schedule, always in flux, continues to be unpredictable. Will now be on the road for the next two days.... will be back late Wednesday and will push to get the last few chapters ready and posted. Just four "chapters" left, so I expect the story should be wrapped up by the end of the weekend at the very latest. Ok... onward! Part 10: Four Letter Word Scott Michael was calling but Scott ignored his phone. He was nearly at Viktor’s house and Scott didn’t feel like talking to Michael right now. He had dreamt about Viktor all night. The model’s body wrapped around his. Holding him. That smooth chest pressed against his back. Lips caressing his neck. Warm breath on his ear. Hard cock pressing against his ass. Had he ever disliked the Romanian? The thought seemed so alien to him now. Scott glanced at his reflection in a car window as he walked by. He had come from work and was still in his suit, although he had pulled off his tie. He thought his dark hair and ‘not quite shaven’ look made his blue-grey eyes stand out even more. He had always felt his eyes were his best feature. He rang the bell and Viktor opened the door. The model was bare chested. His nipples just starting to harden in the cold air. His chest smooth and hairless except for the treasure trail leading down from his bellybutton. The model wore a pair of old jeans — worn in all the right places to highlight his crotch. If anything, however, the gorgeous model looked even more pale, more ill, than the day before. “You should be laying down. You look like you are still not feeling well.” Scott chided with a smile as put the bag of groceries in the kitchen. “I picked up a few things for you. More cold & flu medicine, some juice, bottled water, and a little treat. The store had some Christmas chocolates so I picked up a few.” Viktor started to speak but Scott cut him off. “I know, I know… you don’t normally eat chocolate. But you aren’t feeling well and need a little treat. I also picked up some groceries and thought I could make you some chicken noodle soup for dinner.” “Scott you are being so kind. You don’t need to do all this.” “Nonsense. I want to do it.” Viktor: Guilt washed over the young model. He liked this new Scott, He was so much sweeter than the old Scott. But he knew that — if he had not tricked the other man into the ritual and the bargain — Scott would never be doing this. Scott was just a puppet being toyed with by forces he didn’t even know existed. I’m hardly an innocent. He thought. I’ve used guys just as much as Michael has. But this this is something different, something new. To knowingly infect someone with HIV, potentially with AIDS itself, just feels evil. Can I bring myself to do it? But then again, Viktor admitted, he wasn’t going to force Scott to do anything. Even if Zburător — Sebastian he corrected himself — had done something to lead Scott to this point, Scott surely still had his freedom to choose. There must be something in him that had always found Viktor attractive, right? And, despite still feeling ill, it wasn’t exactly going to be a chore for Viktor either. Scott might be just a few years older, but he was a very attractive man. If the other man hadn’t gone out of his way to be such a prick over the last six months, Viktor might have even made a pass at him before this. He was getting ahead of himself though. He didn’t have a plan as such. Look good. Be good company. See what happened. And, if an opportunity presented itself, he would complete his bargain with Zburător. Scott: Scott sat on the couch next to Viktor. The dishes were washed, the kitchen was clean, and the model had seemed to enjoy the soup. Scott was running out of excuses to stay. But he didn’t want to leave. “Thank you, Scott. That was very good.” The Romanian said. He had put on a white t-shirt for dinner but it was tight enough that it showed his chest off to good advantage. The couch wasn’t small but the two men found themselves sitting close together. Their legs gently touching. Scott put his hand on Viktor’s knee and, like he had done the night before, found himself leaving it there. Viktor didn’t complain. He stretched a little and then rested his arm on the back of the couch. Behind Scott’s shoulders. His legs spread ever so slightly. One leg touching up against Scott’s leg. Scott heart beat a little faster. And allowed his body to lean into Viktor’s a bit more. The arm around shoulders moved a little closer. Scott let his head rest against Viktor. He raised his other arm to the white clad chest. Feeling the muscles through the t-shirt. Tracing the nipples with his fingers. Waiting for Viktor to stop him. But Viktor said nothing. He didn’t push Scott away. He did nothing except, perhaps, for holding Scott just a little closer to him. Scott’s lips replaced his fingers on Viktor’s nipples. Caressing them. He couldn’t see Viktor from this angle, he was afraid to look, but he could feel warm breath on his neck as the other man looked down at him. Emboldened, the hand on the model’s knee moved slowly up his thigh. Resting on the satisfying hardness waiting for him there. The palm pressed gently against that hardness. Felt it throb in response. Fingers fumbling with the jeans, opening them. Sliding inside, desperate to touch their prize. Wrapping around the hard shaft. Stroking. Lips kissing their way down. Feeling the well-developed abs. Lower. Sliding off the couch to kneel before the beautiful man. Thrilled when Viktor lifted enough to allow him to slide the jeans down. Lowering his face to the crotch, barely covered now with only a pair of briefs. Revelling in the tastes and smells of masculinity. “Scott…” “Please… “ Voice pleading. “Please don’t tell me to stop.” Silence. Lips dragged along the shape of the hardness through the briefs. Fingers curling around the waistband. Pulling them down. The manhood, free now, as beautiful as the man himself. Basking in the sight of it. Eight fantastic inches. Thick. Hard as a metal bar. Foreskin drawn back but still covering the head. Perfection. The cock slid between his lips, the salty tang of precum just increasing the craving. Deeper. Back of the mouth. Deeper. Into his throat. Saliva dripping down his chin. Scott unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it to the side. Viktor: Watching as Scott worked his dick, Viktor felt a thrill. He had been an object of lust before but he had never felt as in control of another man as he did right now. Power. Authority. Domination. Like a drug that overwhelmed his senses. Scott was clearly very experienced but seemed lost in his lust. And Viktor himself was nearly as unbridled. He wanted Scott as much as the other man wanted him. And not just lust. Something much more real that that. Was this Zburător’s doing? He wasn’t sure. And he couldn't make himself care. Scott’s mouth was amazing but Viktor needed more. They both did. He needed Scott to be his. Completely. Scott: Viktor gently pushed him off his cock. Scott looked up at the Romanian like a child that lost its candy. He wanted that dick. He couldn’t explain it. He just needed it. Why was Viktor taking it away? But the model stood from his seat on the couch and leaned forward. Kissed him. And Scott felt himself melt into the kiss. Tongues intertwining. Viktor’s hands under his arms. Lifting him. Hands exploring Scott’s body. Chest. Nipples. Abs. Cock. Gently stoking while Scott rested his head on on his friend’s shoulder. His breath heavy. Those hands sliding to Scott’s back. And down. Gripping his ass through his slacks. No words. No discussion. No argument. The Romanian knew what he wanted. He knew Scott would give it to him. And he was right. Viktor took his hand and led him towards the bedroom. Undressing him. Pausing only to touch. To caress. To stroke. And they were both naked. A gentle guiding push and Scott was on laying on the bed. Face down. Victor’s mouth and tongue working his hole. The only sounds the working of Viktor’s tongue, their breathing, and Scott’s moans. “Scottie.” The Romanian cooed as he slipped forward to rest on Scott’s back. “I have to tell you something.” He paused, as if waiting, but Scott said nothing. “I’m positive, Scottie, I’ve got HIV.” Scott’s breath caught in his chest. But still he could stay nothing. “I want to be inside of you so bad, to fuck you, to make you mine. But I don’t want to hurt you.” Scott could breath. He wanted this as well. He wanted that cock deep inside him. But he was terrified. He was on the edge of a precipice. Ahead of him was the void. But behind him, if he turned away, was a lifetime of regret. He couldn’t face that. Scott’s legs parted. Opening the way. And Viktor’s cock, hard and ready pressed deep into Scott’s crack. Lips kissing Scott’s shoulders and neck. The uncut cock touching Scott’s hole. Viktor pushing his cock forward. Scott pushing his ass back into the fuck. And Scott’s hole opened. Willingly accepted Viktor’s hard dick. Precum and Scott’s own saliva the only lube. Scott winced a bit in discomfort but this felt so right. So natural. “I’m inside you, Scottie. You feel so wonderful.” Scott found his voice. “So do you, baby. You feel perfect inside me.” Words lost again. Just motion. Viktor’s gentle thrusts. Scott’s eager ass raising to meet them. Two bodies locked together. Becoming one. Something neither man had ever really felt before. Something emotional, almost spiritual, that made the physical sensation even more breathtaking. The thrusts growing harder as the two bodies bucked together. Falling quickly into a natural rhythm. Scott’s neck turned to kiss Viktor’s lips. Viktor with one arm wrapped under Scott and around his chest. As if to hold them together… as if Scott would ever let them move apart. Viktor: Body aching, muscles tight, but Viktor didn’t care. His body coated with sweat, both his and Scottie’s. His breath ragged. His ballsack drawing up. The telltale signs. He pulled his lips away from Scott’s mouth. “I’m close… I’m going to cum…. do you want me to pull out?” Scott: Fear. The last moment to stop. To step away from that void, that abyss, to return to safer ground. But… no. “Please, don’t stop. I love you, Viktor. I want it… please… cum inside me.” And he meant it. With all his heart. “Here is comes, Scottie. I’ll always be part of you.” And Viktor’s body convulsed above him. Filling him with seed. With cum. With HIV positive cum. Viktor: They were linked now. His DNA was in Scott’s body. His virus. Viktor’s body gave way, his muscles relaxing in the afterglow, his weight resting on Scott’s back. “I love you too, Scottie.” Viktor whispered. He wondered when he had come to love the other man. But it was true. He had meant to seduce the other man but had seduced himself as well. “Will you always be mine?” “Always.” Scott sighed. And they both drifted off into a deep sleep as Viktor held Scott tight in his arms.

Part 9: Interlude - The Flu Scott Scott wasn’t sure why he was standing outside Viktor’s door even as he reached out and knocked. I’m just worried, he told himself. Viktor had barely been around since Halloween. And not just from their group… Scott hadn’t even seen the model around the bars. Scott found himself worrying about the other man. For days he had felt he should come by to check on him. And those feelings had finally won out. The door opened. The Romanian was wearing an old t-shirt and gym shorts. Scott’s eyes roamed the other man’s body. A strange shiver ran up and down his spine. It was like he was seeing Viktor for the very first time. “Scott? I am surprised to see you here.” The sound of Viktor’s accent was strangely comforting. “Just haven’t heard from you in awhile so wanted to make sure you are ok.” “Yes. I think I have the flu.” Viktor did look pale and Scott felt a twinge of concern. “Can I come in?” “If you like.” Viktor said hesitantly. Stepping back to let Scott enter. Scott wasn’t sure why he had wanted to come inside. The words had slipped out of his mouth without thinking. Viktor: Viktor sat on the sofa and gestured for Scott to sit in the chair. He was genuinely surprised to see the other man here. Including Halloween night, Scott had only been in his apartment a handful of times. Yes, Halloween night and the so-call seance. That is what had set this whole sequence of events in motion. Viktor was sick but he knew he didn’t have the flu. He was seroconverting. He had been expecting this for weeks. He had gone online and read about the disease. He had been sleeping with men for years but like many gay men didn’t really know much about it beyond the headlines. He had learned that not everyone who seroconverts gets the fuck flu…. but Viktor had somehow known he would. So, consciously or otherwise, he had withdrawn from Michael and his circle of friends. Never far though. Watching them from the outside. Waiting for Zburător - Sebastian he corrected himself - to make his move. He hadn’t seen the creature since Halloween. But he had watched as something happened to Michael. He had only seen him a few times since that night but every time he had, Michael looked more tired. Just a little less perfect. A bit less overwhelming. Older. “Earth to Viktor… “ Viktor shook himself out of his thoughts. Scott had moved to the couch to sit next to him. “Sorry, Scott. My mind was elsewhere.” “I was just noticing that you framed the picture that Tommy took on Halloween.” “Yes. It reminds me of that night.” Scott put his hand on Viktor’s knee. Just a comforting touch. But didn’t take his hand away. So, the model thought to himself, Michael and I aren’t the only ones who have changed. Scott: Scott wasn’t sure why his hand was on Viktor’s knee. But it felt… right… somehow. And he didn’t want to move it. He gave the other man a smile and was pleased to see him smile back. Those thick full lips. Those sultry brown eyes. The small pattern of moles on his cheek. God! The Romanian was beautiful. He was sure he had never seen a beautiful man. Scott had always thought so…. hadn’t he? Scott felt himself lean in, his lips longing to connect with Viktor’s. But he stopped. What would Viktor think if Scott did kiss him? Would the model let him? Let’s be honest, he told himself. I’ve been a complete prick. And Viktor certainly didn’t deserve the way he had been treated. Scott felt ashamed. He put his hand on the other man’s forehead. “You have a fever… you're burning up. Have you taken anything?” “Not yet, no.” “Let me check and see if you have anything in your medicine cabinet.” Viktor: The Romanian’s eyes followed Scott as he left the room. He had been so focused on Michael that he had almost forgotten that his bargain had included Scott as well. ‘Take his hatred and replace it with lust. Give him to me. To satisfy my desires.’ He had said, or near enough, and it looked like ‘Sebastian’ had been true to his word. But Viktor had not imagined he would start to feel for Scott as well. Surely this was something the demon had done. He remembered every rudeness he had endured from Scott. It was painful. He wanted to hurt Scott back. But things had changed since Halloween. He had gotten so much more than he bargained for. He would have to think this through carefully. Scott came back into the room with a glass of water, a couple pills, and a damp cloth. After Viktor swallowed the pills, he allowed the other man to guide him to stretching out on the sofa and put the damp cloth his forehead. “You’re almost out of the cold & flu pills. I have to go now but is it ok if I drop by again tomorrow? I’ll bring you some more then.” “If you like.” “Cool. I’ll see you tomorrow. You have my number… please call me if you need anything.” Viktor moved to stand and walk Scott to the door but the other man insisted he stay on the sofa. So Viktor just watched as him leave. Scott gave him one last smile and closed the door behind him. “Well.” A voice said. “Isn’t that sweet.” Viktor jumped up, the damp cloth falling to the floor. Zburător stood just a few feet away. “Sebastian.” The creature said as if it read Viktor’s mind. “You really must learn to call me Sebastian.” Viktor sat back down on the couch, saying nothing but his eyes watching the intruder warily. He was sure the demon looked… younger. More vibrant. “So, my little friend, how are you feeling?” “You know how i’m feeling. My body shifts between fever and chills. I ache. I am nauseated. You brought this on me.” Sebastian laughed. “No, pretty one. You brought this on yourself. This was your choice, you made the bargain of your own free will.” The creature moved closer. “I have been keeping my side of the bargain. You asked me to take away the dominance of Michael Christian. And that is well underway. He will be broken soon. It is nearly done.” Sebastian tilted to his head in the direction of the door that Scott had left out of moments earlier. ““And as for that jealous fool… well, you can see the progress there. Do you agree that I am keeping my word?” Viktor nodded. “Yes. And you have done something to me... made me love him back. Why?" "Because it amuses me. Our bargain did not preclude such a development. And speaking of our bargain, it is time for your second payment." “What do you want of me? You have already given me this disease." “You flatter me. I just helped. Made sure the virus took hold. And now you will pass it on.” “Pass it on?” “Yes. When your new admirer comes back tomorrow, you will seduce him. It won’t take much as you can tell. You will breed him. Fill him with your seed. And you will infect him with the disease. The virus is rampant in you. It probably won’t take long… but you will continue to see him and to fuck him until it is done.” “I … I can’t do that!” Sebastian laughed again. “You made a bargain: any price I asked. This is the price. And you don’t want to know the price of breaking your bargain.” “Please.. I beg you, don’t make me do this. For the love of God…” “Trust me. God has nothing to do with this.” Zburător vanished but his laugher rang in Viktor’s ears.

As promised, posting the next three chapters of the story tonight. Out of town again next week (hopefully just one night that time so will need to skip a day then as well. Apologies. Now without further ado: Part 4: A Simple Mistake? Scott: Scott could not believe his luck tonight. David had been an object of lust around gym since he was hired several months ago. The twenty three year old personal trainer had immediately earned a reputation among the clientele for his hot body and big cock. He was the one of the hottest guys around Boystown. And, in Scott's estimation, second only to Michael himself. There had been hearsay of him letting a few guys suck his cock in the steam room at the gym… but Scott had always put that down as wishful thinking. Scott had seen him in the showers, however, and knew that at least the rumours about his cock were not an exaggeration. And now? Now they were in Scott’s apartment. The personal trainer was tall and towered over Scott. His hands were clamped to Scott’s butt. Kneading the ass that Scott had worked hard to develop and to maintain. Their lips locked together. They had barely made it inside the door before David had pined Scott to the wall, pressing their bodies together. The bulge in David’s jeans very noticeable as it pressed into Scott’s stomach. Scott pulled his lips away from David’s mouth to catch his breath. God! This guy was hot and his hands were everywhere. David: David took advantage of the momentary break to slip Scott’s shirt off and to unfasten Scott’s belt and jeans. Then their lips were locked together again. He ground his cock into the other man and smiled at the moan it elicited. David loved getting a guy hot and bothered. Really bring out their inner slut and they will do anything you want. And this guy was definitely there. The fact that he was Michael Christian’s best buddy was a huge bonus. There was something about Michael that brought out a competitive streak in David. And it had been there since day one. Maybe they were too much alike. But he wasn’t here to make love. He was here to fuck. To breed. And he would get his way. He always did. Scott: Scott felt his jeans slide down his thighs. He kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his jeans and underwear. He stood naked in front of David but the personal trainer was still fully dressed. He took the personal trainer’s hand and let him to the bedroom. The other man said nothing. He just half smiled. Almost a smirk. ‘Fine.’ Scott thought. ‘Let him think I’m a slut. I don’t care. Just need that cock.’ Scott watched as David unbuttoned and removed his shirt. Exposing his firm and well developed chest David’s hands wrapped around Scott’s head and guided him to one of the firm nipples. Then the other. Scott found his hand moving to David’s crotch. Rubbing the hard cock waiting inside the jeans. Hands on his shoulders. Pushing him down. Scott dropped to his knees. Unfastening David’s jeans. Sliding them off. The personal trainer’s cock strained against his underwear. Demanding freedom. Scott pulled them down. Ten inches of man meat springing free and slapping him in the face. Long. Thick. Hard. For just a moment Scott wondered how this cock stacked up against Michael’s. But just for a moment. “Suck it.” David ordered. Scott opened his mouth and took the cock inside. Hands. On the back of his head. Pulling him in. Forcing the cock into his throat. Choking him. Trying to relax. Deeper. The lovely flavour. Filling his mouth. Salty. David leaned over him. Scott felt hands sliding down his back. Gripping his ass. Spreading his cheeks. Fingering his hole. His hole spasming around the teasing finger. Moaning. Raising his ass up. Letting David know he wanted it. Being pulled up. Turned around. Pushed onto the bed. Ass in the air. “Condoms and lube…” Scott gasped. “In the nightstand.” David: David turned to the nightstand and rolled his eyes. God these guys who insisted on a condom annoyed him. He fumbled in the dresser drawer but he had no intention of suiting up his dick. This hot ass was his to breed and it would be dripping his cum by the time they were done. Scott: The cold and slimy lube on Scott’s hole made his pucker spasm. A promise of pleasure to come. Fingers pulled away… and then the thick cock touched him. Demanding Scott’s surrender. Demanding entry. Scott’s breathing was laboured as he struggled to accept the invasion. This cock was big. Probably the biggest he had ever taken. And he wanted it inside. A wave of pain as the thick meat breached him. The bulbous cock head passing through his sphincter. Oh fuck! It hurt… but it felt so good! Staring at the mirror. At the reflection of this muscle god pushing forward. Pushing the dick into his ass. It was worth the pain to feel this. And then he noticed: The condom, still in its wrapper, on the nightstand. "Didn't you put on a condom?" "Nah, babe." David didn't even pause. "Don't like to use 'em... My dick slides in so much easier without."" "I don't know, maybe we should put the condom on." Hands on his hips. Pulling him back. Into the fuck. Pushing two inches deeper into him. A moan escaped somewhere from deep in Scott’s core. "Don't worry so much. I'm clean. And, be honest, doesn't it feel better?" And it did feel good. And maybe David was right. Maybe taking such a big cock would be easier bare. And he wanted to take it. “Yeah.” He whispered. David pushed forward with a little corkscrew motion. Scott moaned again. “See, you like that. Don’t you?” “Oh fuck yeah… that feels so good.” “Take it, baby. Take my cock up your tight little ass. Been watching you at the gym. Wanting to tap his ass for awhile.” “It’s yours man. Fuck me.” And David did. Pushing deeper. More of the shaft sliding in. Opening Scott’s hole. Pounding. In and out. Deeper. Deeper. Pain. Pleasure. The sensations indistinguishable. He wasn’t gentle. Scott arching his back. Raising his butt. His hole. Begging to be used. “Of fuck… I need this. You feel so good inside me.” Balls deep. Slapping against Scott’s upturned butt. Full strokes in and out. Fingers gripping his ass tighter now. “Getting close….” David moaned. “Me too.” Scott’s hand found his own dick. Stroking. “I’m so close…” Scott’s body tensing up. Face red. Biting his lip. A tremor cascading across his body. Eyes closed. Savouring the sensation of the big cock stretching his hole. Not thinking. Just feeling. Lost in the moment. An image started forming in his mind but he didn’t even notice. A familiar face just outside his awareness. And then he hit peak. “Fuck me, Viktor! Fuck me… I’m coming!” Scott cried. Cum gushed, covering the blankets beneath him. His hole spasmed around David’s cock. David: The spasming hole pushed David over the edge. His cock detonated and he pushed it deep inside. Making sure his load was deep. Slowly their cocks softened, their breathing slowed. David slipped his cock out and gave Scott’s but a little slap. “So.. who’s Victor?” “Viktor?” “Yeah.. you called me Victor.” David frowned. He felt cheated of his moment of triumph. “Isn’t that one of your friends? That’s a bit fucked up, man.” “I’m not sure what you mean…” Scott stammered. David ignored him. “Not used to being upstaged in bed…. especially by someone who isn’t even there.” Scott: Viktor? There must be some mistake, Scott told himself. Why in the hell would he call out Viktor’s name during sex? David reached for his underwear. “Anyway. That was fun.” “I… um… hope we can do it again.” David wasn’t even looking at him. “Yeah. Sure. Sometime really soon.” A few minutes later, Scott closed the door as David left. He grabbed a towel, wiped himself, then sat on the couch. Well…. That had been awkward.

Part 3: Late Night Michael: “Sorry folks…. Last call.” The DJ called out over the speakers. It was 2:45 AM and the crowd had been thinning away for at least an hour Glen and Tommy had drifted away at some point, surely back at Glen’s place fucking like rabbits. Scott had hung out a bit longer until ‘gym guy’ pulled him away. Scott had given Michael an apologetic look but had followed his trick. Viktor? He had disappeared hours ago. Michael downed his last drink and tried not to smash the glass on the bar. He could not remember the last time he had been so horny. Hours - literally hours - and his cock had not settled down. What the fuck was going on? He grabbed his coat from the coat check and headed home. He reached the park but it was late and the park seemed was so dark. Ominous. Maybe he should just a around? “Don’t be stupid.” He muttered to himself. “It’s cold.” And so he set off across the park. The cold night air was biting. Very cold for so early in the year. It was only October — November now he corrected himself — and the wind was icy cold. Biting at his face and hands. He hadn’t really dressed for this weather…. he was sure it hadn’t been like this when they left Viktor’s earlier. He pulled his coat tight around his body. Despite the cold, his cock was still hard and throbbing in his jeans. Fuck. Maybe something was wrong… should he try to get into a doctor tomorrow? Some animal scurried by this feet and Michael jumped. “Fuck.” He cursed himself. He was being ridiculous. But he picked up the pace anyway. He approached the small concrete building in the middle of the park that held the park’s toilets. The building was dark but the security lights outside came on as he approached. He needed to get out of the cold for a minute. Surely the building was empty at this time of night… ? He paused … there was someone silhouetted near the door. If this was some vagrant he didn’t want to get too close. But no. He could already see this was no vagrant. He took a couple tentative steps closer. He could just make out the man. He did a little double take. It was the man from the club earlier. The “almost hot” man that Michael had started to make eyes with but who had disappeared on him. This man clearly recognised Michael as well. He smiled as Michael approached. Michael held his eyes for a moment then stepped through the door and into the men’s room. He breathed a sigh of relief as he stepped out the wind. He could hear it howl outside but felt warmer in here. Michael stepped to the urinal and pulled out his cock. Shit! was this thing never going to go down? Still hard as a rock. His foreskin was retracted. The door opened and closed behind him. The almost hot man stepped up to the urinal next to his and fished out his own cock. They stood quietly next to each other for a moment. “Very impressive.” The almost hot man whispered. “But looks like you could use a hand… or more.” Michael glanced his way. This was not his scene. Not all all. But his cock was so hard. He hardly noticed that he was stroking it softly. The guy wasn’t that bad looking. Plus… they were alone now. No one ever needed to know. “Yeah.” His voice was horse after shouting over the music all night. “Fucking horny, man.” The almost hot man reached over and gently pushed Michael’s hand away and wrapped his own fingers around the thick and bulging shaft. A low moan escaped from Michael’s chest. The other man started slowly stroking. Michael’s eyes closed. “My name is Sebastian, but you can call me Seb.” “Mmm hmm.” Michael didn’t reply. He didn’t see the point of giving his name to a trick like this. A slut who hung out in toilets looking for cock. One not up to Michael’s standards. One that Michael would never hook up with again. The almost-hot man leaned in. Their lips touching. Their tongues met, Michael’s tongue darting into the other man’s mouth, the other man gentle and accepting. The man’s mouth was sweet, his breath hot like cinnamon. Michael felt the man unbuckle his jeans and slide them gently down to his thighs. The hard meat bounced out… free of the confining denim. Desperate for satisfaction. The almost-hot man, Seb, broke off the kiss. Michael opened his eyes. The other man was smiling. His eyes locked on Michael’s. The almost hot man knelt down slowly. Never losing eye contact. Kissing Michael’s chin. Kissing his chest through the sweaty shirt. Down his abs. Finally facing Michael’s hard cock. “Yeah man.” Michael urged. “Open up and suck that dick.” The man slowly moved forward. The head of Michael’s uncut dick touching his lips, then parting them. The lips circled Michael’s cock and welcomed him in. The tongue swirled around the sensitive head. Caressing it. Licking the piss slit, then coiling around the glans, brushing the frenulum. Back to the tip. This guy could suck cock! Michael’s eyes rolled back in his head. Seb pulled Michael’s dick out of his mouth and rang his tongue along the underside. He licked across the entire ballsack then gently opened his mouth and took one of the testicles into his warm cavity. Tongue dancing around the scrotum. Gently at first. Then, watching Michael carefully, gradually increasing pressure. Back to the tip of the cock. More play with the head. Then taking it deeper into his mouth. Sliding down the cock. Allowing it to slide across his tongue and to the back of his mouth. Backing off. Sliding back down. Backing off. Michael was in no mood for the teasing. His hands found the back of Seb’s head. On the next downstroke, he pushed deeper. His cock slid into the stranger’s throat. No complaint. Michael pushed deeper. Inch after inch of his cock pushed into the throat. Until his balls slapped against the stranger’s chin. Ten inches of man meat pushed into his throat and he was taking it effortlessly. Seb clearly had a very well controlled gag reflect. The man was moaning and the vibration brought extra pleasure. Michael wasn’t sure how long this had been going on. It felt like hours, it felt like minutes… or seconds. The stranger pulled off for a breath of air. He let the cock slide from his mouth for only a second. Then took the tip back into his mouth. Working the slit. Working the head. Then letting the cock slide back across his tongue into his throat. Deep. Balls deep. Balls slapping against his chin. Back out. To the tip. All the way back down. Michael returned his hands to the back of the stranger’s head. He couldn’t stop himself. His hips thrusting. His balls raising. His cock swelling. “Here it comes. Take it!” Seb’s hands wrapped around Michael’s butt for support. He pulled Michael. All the way inside. Crotch pressed to lips. And held him. Deep. “Oh…. fuck! Fuck!” Michael’s cock spasmed. Tremors shaking his whole body. His load firing down this almost hot man’s throat. Volley of cum. After Volley. After volley. Seb swallowed it all. Holding Michael tight. Not letting him move away. Until Michael was spent. His face was red. His breath ragged. His cock softened. His body sagging. At last content he had received every drop, he let Michael move away. Michael staggered back and leaned against the sink counter. For the first time in hours, his cock was not hard and aching. He signed with relief. “Mmmm.” Sec moaned. “That was so tasty.” “That… was.. “ Michael struggled for breath. “… the… best… blowjob… I’ve… ever… received.” The man raised an eyebrow and smiled. “You flatter me.” “No, man. I mean it. Fuck… I feel totally drained.” “Pity. Would love to feel you inside me.” The stranger winked. Michael looked at the man, still crouched on the floor. Maybe he had been wrong about the man earlier. He couldn’t see any grey hair or wrinkles now…. couldn’t be older than his early thirties. Maybe it was just the light. Michael paused, considering. “If your ass is anything like your mouth, I would love to fuck you sometime.” But his cock lay lifeless on his thigh. “But not tonight. Just don’t think I could.” Michael zipped his jeans and fastened his belt. The stranger stood. Stepped close. His lips pressed against Michael’s. His tongue parting Michael’s lips. Michael returned the kiss eagerly. Savouring the sweet taste of the man’s mouth. Not even a hint of the taste of the load he had unleashed down the man’s throat. At last the man stepped away. “You never told me your name.” “Michael.” “Nice to meet you Michael.” Seb pulled a pen from his back pocket and wrote a number on Michael’s hand. “Here’s my number. Call me when you are ready to fuck.” Michael’s hand wrapped around Seb, holding his ass tight. “You bet I will.” A final kiss and Michael staggered out of the toilet. He took a couple steps. And stopped. A man. Standing under the closest tree. Watching. His eyes glued to Michael. Michael recognised him. The freak from earlier, the sickly looking one. The one who had wanted to fuck him. The strange man grinned, knowingly, then stepped back into the shadows. And seemed to disappear. Michael hurried on through the park. Fuck. Crazy people these days. Finally he opened his apartment door and threw coat in the direction of the couch. He felt so tired. So drained. He staggered towards his bed. He just needed to lay down for a minute. He would get undressed in just a minute. Just needed to lay down first. Just … for … a … sec… And Michael Christian was fast asleep.

Part 2: Halloween Encounters Scott: The club was packed when they arrived at 11:00 PM. People were being turned away from the door but the bouncer let Michael walk by with a nod… and Scott and Viktor trailed in his wake. The rest of their little group - Greg and Tommy - were waiting when they came in. “Didn’t think you guys were going to show!” Greg shouted above the noise. Greg was no real beauty but was passably handsome in a blue collar sort of way. Scott had let Greg into the group a couple years ago during a spate of gay bashings. Always good to have someone around who looked like he could fight back. And Greg, who worked construction, definitely fit the bill. “I said you three were having a threesome to get the party started.” Tommy laughed. “Not fucking likely.” Scott said through gritted teeth, still annoyed at the wasted time on the seance, but no one heard him. If you looked in a gay dictionary for the word “twink” you would see a picture of Tommy. Tall but very thin and boyish, Tommy couldn’t be closeted if he wanted to… so instead he wore his gayness like a banner. He and Greg had dated briefly but Scott suspected he had hoped to “trade up” to Michael. Good luck. He was definitely not Michael’s type at all. “Hey guys!” Tommy said, pulling out his phone. “Everyone squeeze together. Let me get a picture.” Scott sighed and he saw Greg roll his eyes. But no one seemed to complain. Michael was only half paying attention, his eyes scanning the room. Looking for his next conquest most likely. “I’ll send you all a copy later. “ Tommy promised. Greg leaned close to Michael and Scott. “So what did keep you?” “Don’t ask.” Michael laughed. “I need a fucking drink.” He led the way to the bar and Greg bought the first round. The first round of many. Michael: Thirty minutes later and Michael found himself leaning against a column fighting with a growing sense of frustration. The music was great. The club filled with hot, sweaty, horny men. Men undulating to the music. Grinding their bodies together. He had a nice buzz from the alcohol. Tonight, however, something seemed… off. Different. Somehow. It a way he couldn’t quite put his finger on. The crowd’s eyes seemed to slide right past him. Even his friends had wandered off. Greg and Tommy were all but screwing on the dance floor. Viktor was out there as well… dancing with a different man every song. Even Scott… poor little Scott who had followed him like a puppy since they were 15… had wandered off. He was alone. Alone in a crowd of gay men. This was not something that Michael was used to… or that he liked. And worse. He was horny. He wanted to find an ass to fuck. His cock had been hard, frustratingly hard, for an hour. He had made no real effort to hide it but the even his 10 straining inches weren’t drawing a second glance. “Hey.” A voice said behind him, close enough to almost whisper in his ear but shouting to be heard over the noise. Michael turned around, startled. He hadn’t noticed or heard the man come up behind him. Was there something familiar about his face? Didn’t really matter though, this guy was nowhere near Michael’s league. He was older — at least in this mid to late 30’s. His body was thin and untoned… but with a bulging belly. His hair was mostly grey and dishevelled, his face covered with a beard, thick and unkempt. It was his face that revolted Michael the most: gaunt, skin pale, eyes sunken. He looked sick. He may have been a looker once but that had clearly faded. Not Michael’s type at all. “Fuck dude. You shouldn’t come up behind me like that.” Michael had to shout a bit over the music and noise. “Sorry buddy. You just looked lonely so I thought I could come keep you company.” “Excuse me?” Michael wanted a fuck but this guy definitely wasn’t it. “Come on, baby. I’ve got something that will put a smile on your face.” The sickly man casually groped his himself through his too-tight jeans. “You will definitely smile when I get this inside you.” Michael laughed in his face. “You are barking up the wrong tree. I don’t get fucked. I’m a top.” “Oh please… with an ass like that? Your ass was clearly made for fucking.” “Not happening. Besides. I don’t do pity fucks. Look at yourself, man. You look like a fucking corpse. I wouldn’t even let you suck my dick.” “Well fuck you, man. I was just trying to cheer you up. Go home alone and whack yourself off while looking in the mirror.” The stranger turned and disappeared into the crowd. Great. Another annoyance on an already miserable night. Michael turned back to the dance floor to see Scott approaching with a couple more drinks. Scott: “What was that?” Scott asked as he approached. “Some asshole wanted to fuck me. Can you believe that shit?” Scott laughed. “What? Didn’t he know who you were? Must be from out of town. Was he at least hot? I couldn’t really see him.” “Not hot at all. Looked kind of sick actually…. like some kind of AIDS victim. It’s strange but I’m sure I’ve seen him somewhere before.” Scott shrugged and handed Michael a drink. There didn’t seem to be much point in talking with all the noise. Viktor: There were no quiet corners in this club but Viktor retreated to the most out of the way spot he could find. He was shaking a bit. He had seen the sickly man and watched him approach Michael. It was clear that Michael had not recognised that face. But Viktor had. This was unexpected. The truth was he hadn’t known quite what to expect when he set this in motion. But he certainly had not expected this. Viktor’s eyes scanned the crowd, looking for that face. Nothing. He needed a better vantage point to look… and to keep an eye on Michael. He kept losing Michael in the crowd, even though the blond wasn’t moving. It was like the eyes just slid off him. The club had a balcony that over looked the main dance floor. It was a cruisy area, and an area where guys would go who wanted to fool around without leaving the club. Viktor had sucked and been sucked off up there before. He wasn’t interested in that tonight… but it would be the best place to keep an eye on what was going on. He took a deep breath and pushed through the crowd. Michael: Midnight came. And went. Michael had tried to make eye contact with a couple really hot guys. Nothing. He might as well be sitting home alone. His cock was so hard it felt like it would break off. He couldn’t remember being so horny. HIs mind was filled with images of bending one of these hot guys over and burying his dick in them. But not a single one of them was looking his way. Scott was nearby talking to a guy that Michael recognised as David, one of the personal trainers at the local gym in Boystown. David was tall, muscular, lean… maybe just a bit overbuilt in the chest and arms for Michael’s taste, brown hair cut very short on the sides. They had flirted a bit but David was, like Michael, a top and it had never gone anywhere. Michael’s eyes settled on Scott. His buddy did have an amazing body. For the first time in years he considered crossing the line. What would it be like to get balls deep in Scott’s hole? No. He shouldn’t… he couldn’t… fuck Scott. But that ass was looking really inviting tonight. Greg and Tommy had returned from the dance floor. They were both drunk and the atmosphere was getting the best of them. Glen’s hands caressed Tommy’s perky ass and Tommy was cuddling up to his rough looking ex. There was little doubt that they would be going home together tonight. Wouldn’t be the first time, probably wouldn’t be the last. Of Viktor, there was no sign. Michael could only assume he had gone home with someone. Shit. He had no real interest in Viktor at this point but that hot hole would feel good wrapped around his dick right now. Hell, any hot hole would feel good. Michael’s eyes panned the crowd. Fuck. Not a single pair of eyes was so much as looking his direction. Then… eye contact! The man smiled and raised a glass in salute. Michael gave the barest of smiles back. The man stood and started walking closer. The man was handsome — but at the same time somehow nondescript. Definitely on the wrong side of 30…. possibly approaching 40. Even at this distance, Michael could see grey hair on the man’s temples. On a normal night, Michael wouldn’t have given him the time of day… but this was not a normal night. The guy did have a nice body.. and he was a hell of a lot hotter than the freak who had come up behind him earlier. Michael toyed with the idea. But no. Not with Scott, Greg, and Tommy nearby… not to mention David. There was no way he was letting his friends see him hook up with someone below his usual standards. He broke eye contact and looked back towards Scott. But Scott was otherwise occupied. His chest was pressed tight against David. The personal trainer’s tongue was probing into Scott’s mouth. And Scott certainly wasn’t protesting… his eyes were closed and he had “the look”. Michael had seen that look on a lot of bottoms - and plenty of so-called versatile guys like Scott. It was almost always there, although they tried to hide it. On a night like tonight - more than a few drinks, a club practically raining in sweat, testosterone, and sex - the look would come out. Michael could almost feel Scott’s hole twitch from here. Tommy wouldn’t be the only one getting fucked tonight. He looked back towards the man who had been approaching. Gone. Disappeared back into the crowd. Shit. Viktor: Viktor watched the scene from the balcony. Couldn’t anyone else see what he could see? The man who had stepped from shadows into a crowded bar. A man from whom light itself seemed to bend away. He had seen the stranger catch Michael’s eyes. He had seen the moment between them come. And go. He had seen the man take a single step back when Michael looked away. And then he had simply been gone. And no one had noticed. Other than Michael and himself, he wasn’t sure that anyone had seen the stranger. The lights above him flickered and the room seemed a little darker. A chill ran down his spine. Something was near. Behind him. He turned. Two men stood a few steps away, leaning again the wall, watching him. Two men. The stranger who came from and returned to shadows. And the sick man. The sounds of the club seemed to go quiet. The mass of men around him slowed. Then stopped. As if time itself stood still. As if someone had hit pause on a movie. “Viktor Lupei.” The stranger said. With everything stopped, frozen, around them he spoke in a quiet voice. “You know who I am?” “Y-yes.” Viktor’s mouth felt very dry. “My Nana called you Zburător.” “I am known by many names but that is an old one. Perhaps ‘Sebastian’ would sound better in this modern age.” He paused a gestured towards the sickly looking man. “And you know my companion don’t you.” “Yes. I recognised him earlier.” “Good.” Sebastian stepped up to the balcony and looked down at Michael, frozen in time like the rest of the club. “I have set things in motion per our bargain. Now let us agree on the payment.” Viktor nodded. A bead of sweat dripping down his back, making him shiver. “Three times I will exact a price. Once to seal the bargain. The second when he who treats you with contempt is at your mercy. And the third after a heart is broken beyond hope. Those are the terms. Do you accept?” “I accept.” Viktor replied with only a moments hesitation. “Very well.” Sebastian said, not turning away from the balcony. “My companion will claim the first payment, to seal our bargain, on my behalf.” Viktor turned to the sickly man. The grungy grey hair and beard. The pallid skin. The lesion, hard and brown, on his forearm. The swollen, flabby belly. The lips, dry and swollen, formed into a lecherous smile. The sunken eyes now looked at him the way a hawk looks at it’s prey. Viktor had no doubt the payment that was demanded. “But he is sick!” The sickly man laughed. “That’s right boy. I am sick. I have AIDS. A very resistant strain.” “And…” Sebastian interrupted, “he will give it to you. I will make sure it takes. That is the first price. This is your last chance to turn back. Do you want your vengeance or is your pride worth nothing?” Viktor’s heart was racing. He could feel the pounding in his ears. He was a model for Christ’s sake. He could have any man he wanted. Well… almost any man. Was revenge against one man worth this price? He looked down from the balcony to Michael. To that beautiful man. Who had used him, fucked him, then discarded him like nothing. Who had relegated him to a mere background player. “I… I…” Viktor stammered. He paused. Calmed his breathing. “I will pay the price.” The sickly man put a hand on a shoulder and guided him to a corner. His lips found Viktor’s mouth. His tongue parted Viktor’s lips and slipped inside. The rough beard scratched at the model’s face. His breath bitter and foul. Viktor wanted to gag. The hands sliding down the Romanian’s back and cupping his ass, fondling it, squeezing it. Their bodies pressed together. Viktor could feel the sickly man’s cock - very long, very thick, very hard - straining in the other man’s jeans. The sickly man pushed Viktor back slightly. Breaking their kiss. “Drop your pants.” “What… here?| “That’s right.” The sickly man whispered. “Right here. in public.” Viktor looked around. The crowd was still silent, unmoving, oblivious, frozen in time. He loosed his belt and unbuttoned his jeans. Slid them down over his thighs. His uncut cock hung limp over his ball sack. “Turn around.” The sickly man ordered. “Oh yeah… that is a pretty ass, boy. I’m going to enjoy wrecking it.” A hard slap on Viktor’s butt brought a gasp. The sickly man chuckled then roughly pushed Viktor’s shoulders forward. Bending him over, raising his ass into position. The Romanian’s cheeks parted slightly, giving a tantalising glimpse of his hole. A finger poked at the opening. Impatient. Pushing inside. Sharp nails. Digging. Scratching. A second finger. A third. Finally the fingers slipped away. “Brace yourself against the wall. Keep that position until I tell you otherwise.” VIktor obeyed. The sickly man made a hacking sound in his throat and Viktor felt a gob of spit land on his hole. “That’s your lube.” Viktor felt the hard dick pressing against his hole. He took a deep breath, relaxing his body. His sphincter. The sickly man slammed forward without further warning. His big head ripping through Viktor’s puckered hole. A single unyielding thrust. Pushing half of his shaft inside the model’s body. Viktor screamed. He loved getting fucked. But not like this. Oh fuck! This hurt. The cock forced it’s way deeper. Inch by inch. Hard, merciless thrusts. Stretching the hole. Preparing it for its breeding. Balls deep. All the way out. Slamming all the way back inside. This was not making love. Or even sex. This was fucking. Raw primal fucking fuelled by hate and contempt. Viktor became aware of sounds. Music. Voices. Quiet at first but growing. Movement. The men around him stirring. Slow motion at first. But then more and more normally. Oh fuck! Everyone would see him! Sebastian stood next to him. A smile on his lips. Cruel. Mocking. Viktor dropped his head hiding his face. “Shit… look at that dude getting fucked!” He heard someone shout, as if over load music although the music still sounded faint and distant. “That guy looks sick. Is he wearing a condom?” “What a fucking slut.” “I know him! He’s a model… I took some headshots for him.“ And then the music was back to normal… too loud to hear the voices. A crowd was forming around them. Hands touching him. Fingers around his chin. Pulling his head up to see his face. Phones out around him. Snapping pictures. Recording videos. The crowd was surrounding them. Making sure security couldn’t see what was going on, couldn’t stop it. Some of the guys had pulled out their own dicks. Stroking as they watched his breeding. The thrusting in his ass was speeding up. The big cock in his hole swelling. The sick man’s hands on his hips. He couldn’t hear the man but he was sure the man was grunting. Swearing. And then he felt it. He felt the dick in his ass spasm. Erupt. Flood his ass. With cum. With toxic cum. It filled his hole. The cock in his hole still hard. Still moving. Not done. Thrusting again now. Faster. Cum dripped from Viktor’s hole, dripping down his legs. The sickly man was no more patient the second time. The thrusting, if anything, more insistent. Pushing that toxic seed deeper. Working it into the Viktor’s ass. Into the cuts from the fingers and the tears from the first brutal fuck. Viktor’s hole on fire. Like all the skin inside his chute had been ripped off. Pain radiating up his spine. Despite himself, the Romanian’s cock had grown hard. Throbbing as it bounced between his thighs. He wanted to stroke himself but had to keep both hands on the wall to keep himself supported. His body tightening. Clenching. His fingers clawing at the wall… …And then his cock convulsed. A wave of pleasure cutting across the pain. Mingling with it. Cum flying from his cock as it bounced. Slimy cum everywhere. The convulsing model’s body was too much for the sickly man. His fingers dug into Viktor’s hips as if trying to break them. His cock again swelling. Erupting. Flooding. Seeding. Breeding. The thrusting slowed. Stopped. The gaunt body sank onto Viktor’s back, holding him in place. Sweat dripped from the pale, wasted chest. Quickly coating Viktor’s back. The smell of the man filling Viktor’s senses. Viktor felt fingernails caressing his butt, drawing lines up onto his back and spine. He turned around. Zburător - Sebastian he corrected himself - stood at his side staring intently. Staring as if he could see through VIktor’s aching body. As if watching something happening inside. Or guiding it. Then Sebastian smiled triumphantly. He spoke in Viktor’s ear. He didn't shout or raise his voice but it carried even over the loud noise of the club. “It is done. His virus has entered your blood. Even now it is taking hold, infecting it’s first cells, changing them to produce replicas of itself. The first payment has been made. It is begun, but now I have other business to attend to.” Then he was gone. The sickly man’s cock softened and slid away. Viktor felt cum dripping from his well used hole. The sickly man gave him a final glance. The face so familiar and yet so alien. Cold. Humourless. Triumphant. And then he disappeared into the crowd. Viktor stood. Pulling his jeans up and fastening them. They were damp from dripping cum and blood. He tried not to look at the crowd around him. All watching him. Their eyes full of contempt and pity. If he could have done so, Viktor would have wept. But instead he felt nothing. Numb. Emotionless. Empty.

Part 1: A Seance for Halloween Viktor: “Oh come on. What are you two afraid of?” Viktor laughed. Scott was scowling but Viktor found the expression almost comical on that pretty face. But he looked to Michael for a decision. He always did. Scott’s dark hair was arrayed playfully above his seductive blue-grey eyes. His square jaw covered with stubble that was always just over a one day growth… but never a beard. Tonight he wore a grey t-shirt with a couple buttons at the collar. Buttons that had been carefully left unfastened allowing a tantalising glimpse of his muscular chest. Yes. Scott was a handsome man… strange then that he had set himself firmly in Michael Christian’s orbit. To be near Michael was to be in his shadow. His entourage. Looking at Michael your eyes never knew where to land. His blond hair cascading over his forehead led you to his eyes. Blue eyes. Blue like a clear sky just before dusk. Smooth kissable lips. Cheekbones you would swear you could swing from and an angular jaw that guided your eyes down to his chest. His body relentless perfection. Tall, strong, tanned, toned. But no one part overpowering the rest. Everything in balance. He was 28 years old but was often mistaken for younger. And his cock. Oh fuck yes! His cock. Michael had a truly impressive member. 10 inches, uncut, and thick. A cock that Michael, a total top who wouldn’t even suck a dick, enjoyed using and using often. Michael had fucked every beautiful man who had measured up to his high standards. Except Scott of course. Viktor liked to tease Scott about it. How big the cock was. How great it felt inside his ass. Not that Viktor had felt it in awhile. Viktor had given himself completely to Michael. And Michael had used him until he grew bored then moved on. And that, perhaps, was what had led to this night. Michael sighed. “Fine. Whatever.” “Excellent. It is Halloween. We must have seance!” Viktor’s Romanian accent was strong, off putting to some, but he liked how it set him apart. It had brought him some resentment and persecution from time to time… but it made him exotic to others. He even played it up when it suited him. Like now. He lit the three candles he had waiting on his small round coffee table. He had made the candles himself. Just the way he had been taught. While he was lighting the candles he carefully pricked his finger on the sewing needle he had tucked under one of the candles. He made sure he stood in a way that the other two men could not see what he was doing and dropped a single drop of blood into the flame on each candle. Nana had always said that black magic need blood to target properly. A precise process to obtain the precise result he wanted. He turned of the lights; the room fell dark except for the three candles. He gestured for Michael and Scott to join him on the floor. The three men each sat facing each other around the small coffee table with the three candles in the middle. “We must to hold hands.” Viktor said. Scott: Scott sighed. He really didn’t want to hold Viktor’s hand but took it. Best just to get this over with. It was Halloween and Scott just wanted to get to the club: a club where friends were waiting and - more importantly - a club that was surely already pulsing with sweaty muscular men grinding away with each other under the influence of massive amounts of alcohol. No one would be wearing costumes, it wasn’t that kind of club. In fact, the guys would be wearing as little as possible. Scott had never liked Viktor. But then, to be fair, he never liked any of Michael’s tricks. Viktor had caught Michael’s eye in a club six months ago and Michael had fucked him a few times. That should have been the end of it… but Viktor had somehow managed to worm his way into their small group of friends despite Scott’s best efforts. ‘The trick that won’t go away’ as Scott called him. It wasn’t that Viktor was ugly. Far from it. You didn’t get attention from Michael Christian by being ugly. A model, Viktor had the lean build of a swimmer. His hair was just long enough to be unruly without being truly unkempt. His lips full and wide. His face smooth — perhaps a touch androgynous — the small scattering of moles on his left cheek only emphasised the allure. He carried himself in such a way that, when you first met him, you might think him naive. Until you looked in his eyes. Viktor’s eyes were not quite amber, not quite brown. But were piercing, cold, and calculating. There was nothing innocent in those eyes. Scott had thought about his reaction to Viktor. No. It wasn’t his looks. Scott didn’t like Viktor because he guarded their little circle of friends jealously. Or, truth be told, he guarded Michael jealously. Viktor had latched on to Michael but for Michael it had only been sex. After the novelty wore off, he had grown bored. He had long since moved on in the seemingly endless succession of beautiful men who tumbled into his bed. Not that Scott had ever been one of those men. He and Michael had never “hooked up”. Michael always said he didn’t want to ruin their friendship. The only glimpse of Michael’s infamous cock was sneaking glances in the showers at the gym. Michael: Michael hid a smile and watched Scott take Viktor’s hand reluctantly. Part of the reason he let Viktor hang around was to watch him annoy Scott. Michael liked Scott. He was a great guy and probably his best friend… but it was so fun to watch Scott get frustrated. He knew that Scott wanted him, idealised him. Yet he had always resisted. Sure, Scott was a hot piece of ass. But a hot piece of ass that wouldn’t want to be just a one night stand. Michael really did value Scott’s friendship but he didn’t love him. He would never be able to give Scott what he really wanted. Fucking him would kill their friendship. So he kept his friend close. But always at arm’s distance. Viktor had closed his eyes and was chanting. “Spirits of the underworld. Hear my voice. …” He continued on and on but Michael wasn’t really paying too much attention. Nothing was happening, of course. This kind of thing was just a bunch of superstition. A collection of old wives tales and fairy tales used to keep children in line. Michael had thought it might be fun (after all, it was Halloween) but he was starting to regret his decision. After a few minutes, Viktor opened his eyes. “I think is better if I do in Romanian. I can do just like my Nana taught me.” He didn’t wait for a reply. He simply closed his eyes and resumed his chanting, this time in Romanian. Michael listed to the unknown language rolling off Viktor’s tongue and wondered absently what he was saying. Viktor: Viktor began the ceremony for real now. This was, of course, not a mere seance. But he had no intention for the other two men to know that. Despite having spent so much time with his Nana, watching her and learning the old ways, he was nervous. He had never done anything like what he was about to do. He wasn’t sure Nana would have approved. ”Spiritele din lumea interlopa, auzi glasul meu. Deschis de văl între lumi, alaturi de noi aici.” (Spirits of the underworld, hear my voice. Open the veil between worlds, join us here.) “Deschideţi porţile iadului. Trimite-mi care zboara, cunoscut ca Zburător.” (Open the gates of hell. Send me He Who Flies, known as Zburător.) He continued for several minutes, rambling on. Nothing was happening. He was sure he was doing this right…. what was wrong? Michael: Michael shivered. The room had gradually grown darker, colder. Odd. He hadn’t seen Viktor turn down the heat. He was feeling a little light headed. He wondered if Viktor had put some sort of drug in the candles that they were breathing in as the candles burned. He wouldn’t put it past the dumbass. He wondered again what Viktor was droning on about. This had long since lost its appeal. Viktor: Viktor’s voice raised slightly. He was pleading now. He knew he was out of his depth but this had to work… he had studied and prepared for this night for so long. “Da-mi un semn ca esti aici.” (Give me a sign that you are here.) He felt something and his breath caught in his chest. He had been touched between the shoulder blades by a finger. A finger as cold as ice. Oh fuck. It had worked. He wasn’t sure if he should be relieved or terrified. Both. “Am fost nedreptățit. Acest om mi- a folosit și aruncat pe mine deoparte.” (I have been wronged. This man has used me and then thrown me aside.) He tilted his head slightly, almost imperceptibly, to Michael. “Ajutoare mă în obținerea răzbunare mea. Luați departe ceea ce el comori mai presus de toate: Predominanța. Vointa. Rezolva.” (Aid me in my revenge. Take away what he treasures over all: Dominance. Will. Resolve.) “Celălalt mă tratează cu dispreț. La departe ura lui și înlocuiți-l cu pofta. Dă -mi-l. Pentru a satisface dorințele mele.” (The other treats me with contempt. Take his hatred and replace it with lust. Give him to me. To satisfy my desires.) He nodded slightly towards Scott. “Știu că există un cost. Voi plăti costul de bunăvoie. Vei face cum am întrebat? Dă-mi un semn.” (I know there is a cost. I will pay it willingly. Will you do as I have asked? Give me a sign.) Viktor felt the icy touch on his back move. It slowly traced down his spine coming to rest just above his buttocks. He felt cold air on his ear, cold like death. A whisper so quiet no one else could hear. “Este dat.” (It is given.) Viktor smiled. “Contractul a fost făcut.” (The contract is made.) Scott: Scott was trying not to cough. The smoke from these candles was getting to him. Making his throat burn. Viktor’s eyes were still closed but he said, in english. “Repeat after me….The contract is made.” Contract? What contract? Scott looked to Michael but his friend just shrugged. Eager to end this nonsense, however, they repeated the phrase. “The contract is made.” Scott could see that Michael was out of patience. Excellent. He would put a fast stop to this now and they could get to the club. “Ok… we go to club now.” Viktor smiled and was already standing up. Scott stood up. “Wait. That was it? What a fucking waste of time.” Viktor just smiled. “Time will tell. Time will tell.”

Matt quickly changed in the locker room having just finished practicing for the day. He had played soccer since before he could remember, and it had made his body into something incredible. He was toned and muscular from spending his mornings lifting at the gym but leaner than most of his buddies who played football due to all the running he did in practice. Matt loved looking at himself in the mirror, taking shirtless pics of himself. He'd due a set of pushups and then some crunches right before to highlight his chest and abs. He loved how he looked in those pictures. He put a bunch of them online, though all with his head cropped out. He'd put his pics on reddit or on an anonymous tumblr page he had made. He loved seeing the responses. Guys begging for more, asking him for nude pics and for him to show his face. He had responded to a couple of request with some headless nude pics, his cock sticking straight up against his abs. He even posted one of himself in his underwear, with his face showing. It didn't take long before he saw his pic on every other twink or jock-themed tumblr page. At first it freaked him out to be exposed like that, but after a few weeks he realized that either no one from his high school was likely to see it. He got in his car and began his drive home. The route was so familiar to him that he barely needed to focus on it. As usual, Matt started fantasizing. He had known he was gay for years, and had come to embrace it. As soon as he turned 18 he had explored grindr and scruff. Luckily for him, Matt lived right outside of Houston, so it was easy for him to drive into the city for a day where plenty of guys were available. This was a nice setup. It allowed Matt to disappear into the city to find guys to mess around with. It would have been more convenient to just search for guys near his hometown, but Matt wanted to remain discreet about being gay, at least until he went to college the next year. He and some of his buddies on the soccer team had, of course, jerked off in the same room together from time to time, but they all identified as straight. They always watched straight porn. Little did the know that Matt was usually getting of to watching them jerk and not whatever was playing on the computer. Matt pulled into his driveway. As usual, the house was empty. Matt was the youngest of four kids and his sisters and brother were all in college or had jobs. This left him and his parents, who were typically gone on work trips or vacation. Matt enter the house and went up to his room. He got undressed and stepped into the shower. It felt so good to get clean after practice. In addition to being done for the day, it was Friday and Monday was a holiday. This meant no school or practice for three whole days. Matt had already decided what he was going to do this weekend. He had blown off plans with a few of his soccer buddies and lied to Megan, who was always trying to flirt with him, about being out of town for the weekend. Instead of hanging out with friends, he was going to hookup at as much as possible this weekend. And, he was even more excited about the new site he was using. Stepping out of the shower, Matt toweled himself off and looked into the mirror. He could see that his dark blond hair was beginning to get lighter in color from spending so much time outside at practice under the summer sun. That, along with his blue eyes and lean, muscular body made him really popular with the girls at school. Matt definitely like all the attention that brought him. He grabbed his phone and took a few pictures of himself. A few with the towel around his waist, then a few more without the towel. He walked over to his dresser and pulled out a jockstrap. It was a dark blue and white Addicted brand jockstrap that he had order online with a few others. He told his dad he needed them for working out, and his dad even lent him his card to make the purchase. Matt laughed thinking what if his dad really knew what he was using them for. He took a few more pictures in the mirror and finally thought he had enough for his profile. Matt grabbed his laptop and upload the pics from his phone. He was hands were shaking with excitement as he logged on to his new site, bbrt. He put his new pics on his profile, replacing the stand-in he had placed earlier when making the account. Matt was excited about using bbrt. For the past half year using grindr, he had met a lot of hot guys and had some fun times. Always responsible and always with condoms. But he had started noticing that the porn that turned him on the most was bareback. In fact, Matt had noticed that he couldn't get off to porn with condoms. It just came to seem unnatural, artificial and boring. At first, Matt felt guilty, especially after nutting. He knew that bareback was risky. But he figured that it was only porn, right? So as long as he was safe in real life all was good. But he noticed that the initial thrill of hooking up was wearing off as well. It was still fun, but it didn't compare to the first time he had driven into the city and met a sexy college student to fuck for the first time. It wasn't until two months ago that he realized what was missing. He was fucking a guy in his apartment somewhere near 410 when the condom broke. Matt, realizing this, told his fuckbudd, pulled out, and reached for a new condom. But the guy told him to keep fucking him raw. Hearing that sent Matt into overdrive. Fucking bareback, the feeling of his cock raw in a strangers ass, Matt could barely hold back. He lasted for only a few more minutes before blowing his load. From then on, Matt had been exclusively fantasizing about bareback sex. At first the idea steel made him feel anxious. However, he stumbled upon a few site where guys talked openly about fucking bareback and how it was possible to minimize risk. Only fucking with someone you know and trust, monogamy, get tested, prep, etc. This help Matt get past some of his fear. So, he had signed up on bbrt, looking for guys who were neg and on prep. Matt figured if they were on prep, they were protected, meaning so was he. Once that idea took hold, Matt was ready to fuck bareback. He especially wanted to get fucked bareback. Daily practice with a dildo while watching porn had really turned him onto getting fucked. Matt started scrolling through the site, looking for guys. He noticed a lot of sexy daddy types. Something about them got Matt boned. One, who must have been in his fifties, had pierced nipples and a pierced cock. The image of getting fucked by him in his parents bed flashed through his mind and got Matt really fucking horny. He came across some other guys, with a surprising amount of guys in their twenties. Matt didn't think bb had become so widespread. He sent off a few messages before closing his laptop and going downstairs for something to eat. Matt returned around an hour later to find half a dozen messages in his inbox. One guy, TrenT26raw, looked promising. He looked like he could be 30, with dark brown hair and brown eyes. A very clean cut look, with short hair. Profile stating he was "neg + prep." He had a nice variety of photos, one full nude, some of him shirtless, a few fully clothed ones with him and some friends at a bar. He had a couple of tats, one on his arm and another on his chest. He seemed really easy going and laid back. They exchanged numbers and sent a few more pics. Matt sent him some full body ones of himself, naked and in his jock, face smiling at the camera. He sent Matt a few. They started making plans. He could host and was free tonight, which was perfect. Matt quickly hoped in the shower, getting his hole ready. He was shaking from excitement. He decide to wear just a tank, soccer shorts and my jockstrap. He put on some kicks, and was on the road within 10 minutes. On the way over, Matt stopped by an adult bookstore to buy a bottle of poppers, knowing it would help loosen him up. 30 minutes later Matt was at the door, knocking. The door opened up and Matt walked inside.

Chapter 1. Before A little something about me first. By the time I turned 30, I was very comfortable being out as a gay man, and had found my sexual interests had turned toward bdsm and leather. That was pretty much another coming out. My fantasies had started to move toward bareback sex as well. At first I just read stories online about barebacking, but I had recently found myself more and more turned on by bareback porn. My profiles online and on apps already included my bdsm interests, and I had also found the usual coded ways to hint I was into barebacking. Chatting about it with other guys was something I was doing more often. When I found the sites actually dedicated to raw sex, I made profiles there as well. These new profiles did not have my pics on them and were created with different screennames, but looking back now I see that someone really paying attention could see it was the same guy who was on the other sites. Here's my story: I had come home for part of my vacation to see my family and some old friends. I hadn't lived here for 10 years, and I decided to see what I had missed back then, back when I was almost completely in the closet. I knew there were 2 gay bars in town. One was a dance club where all the young twinks went. The other was more of a dive place that sometimes had leather themed nights with mostly an older crowd. I was more interested in finding a dominant top to play with, so I went to the dive. I got there and saw a good mix of men, many of them in leather, and I felt right at home. There was one guy in particular who caught my eye. He was about 45 years old, a bit scruffy, wearing leather pants, biker boots, a leather vest with no shirt, a muir cap, and sunglasses. I thought I recognized him from a profile online that mentioned that he had a well stocked dungeon and that really got me excited. I thought he had been checking me out, but it was hard to tell with those sunglasses on. After a while I was leaning up against the bar, and he came over beside me and ordered a beer from the bartender. He turned to me and asked if he could buy me a drink. I'm sure the broad smile that came over my face betrayed how much he turned me on. I answered, "Yes, Sir!" He chuckled with a sly grin. "You visiting from out of town? I have never seen you here before." he said. "Yes Sir," I said, "I used to live here until 10 years ago. I never came in here back then." "I think I saw your profile earlier," he said. He mentioned my screenname and asked if that was me. It was the name I used on the regular sites, not the bareback ones. I said that was indeed me. He said, "I like the things you are into. You looking for some play tonight? I have a place not far from here." I decided to be brave and said, "You have a dungeon?" He laughed and said, "I think you saw my profile too, didn't you." "I think I did, Sir." He said, "Finish that drink boy, and let's go have some fun!" That was exactly what I hoped he would say. I downed my beer and we started toward the door. As I followed him, he would stop to greet some of the other men- other hot leather guys. He leaned in a whispered into the ears of a few of them, and those guys gave me big smiles. The thought that he was probably telling them he was taking me home to his dungeon made me feel good. I followed him in my car to a nice ranch style house in a quiet neighborhood. I followed him inside, and he headed right down to the basement. He opened a door and hit the lights. I saw a room with dark walls, a St Andrew's cross, various floggers and paddles hanging on one wall, a spanking/fuck bench, chains hanging from the ceiling- a well set-up dungeon. He started asking me some details about what I was into. He talked about limits, too. That helped me relax. He promised not to do anything I didn't want. The he said, "Just to make sure- you are negative, aren't you boy?" I said I was and told him when my last test was. "Good," he said, "that makes a difference in how we play." That's when it hit me that I didn't really know anything about this guy, but he seemed cool and respectful and I decided to trust him. He showed me a bathroom with a sink and toilet in the corner of the room. "Take a piss or whatever you need, then come out and strip down, boy," he said. I did what I was told. When I was naked, he looked at me and nodded in approval. He led me over to the St Andrew's cross and cuffed me to it face to the wall. He started out slowly with some flogging. It felt really good. He went harder and it felt better. After a while he turned me around and brought out a thin rope which he used to tie up my cock and balls. He put clamps on my nipples and weighed them down and then proceeded to torture my cock and balls. It hurt, but in just the way I liked being hurt. I was having a blast! After some time of this kind of play he said we were going to take a short break. He uncuffed my hands and led me over to the spanking bench. He told me to rest on it face down and produced a cold bottle of water for me from somewhere. "I'll be right back," he said, and he went out the door. The bench was really quite comfortable, and I felt really relaxed. My head was buzzing from the play so far. I was in a great space. I heard the door open, I turned my head to see him was coming back in and was talking on the phone, saying "Sounds good, buddy- see you soon. This is going to be fun!" He smiled at me and said he was talking to some friends, making plans for a good time. He went over to a cabinet and got a few things out, including a big bottle of lube and what looked like a couple of dildos. He came back to me and asked if I liked the bench. "Yes, it's comfortable." "Good, but I have known guys to squirm so much they fall off. So I an going to have to secure you to it." Fine with me. There were straps for my wrists and for my ankles, so I was strapped down with my ass exposed. "Let's see how that nice ass responds" he said with a chuckle. He fingered my hole, adding lube. Of course I couldn't see what he was doing, but it felt really good. He then started using a dildo, slowly fucking it in and out. I was in heaven. He took it out and chuckled again. "Your hole is twitching, boy. I think it wants more." "Yes Sir! Please Sir!" I said. "Well, I think you and your hole will be very happy very soon," he said. "I hope so, Sir," I answered. He then started to push something that felt wider into my hole. It went in a ways and then stayed put. It was a butt plug. "Keep that in, boy." "Yes, Sir." All of a sudden I felt a belt strike my ass cheeks. Wow! I sure did have to concentrate to keep the plug in place while he used that belt on my ass. He slapped me with it for a while, but then stopped. "No need to mark up that sweet ass... at least not yet. We'll get to that soon enough." Chapter 2 to come shortly...

This must be the place, I thought. Number 67 was in a street of small shops all of which were closed except for the late night convenience store on the corner. Even under the streetlights, Number 67 looked a bit different: scruffy and anonymous with blacked out windows and no sign above. There were two buzzers beside the door, one marked 'Office', the other 'Cellar'. I approached the door then hesitated. Well, I was a few minutes early anyway and, to be honest, I was probably looking for reasons to delay the moment of no return. Time for one more cigarette. I had been smoking almost non-stop all day -- a mixture of nerves, excitement and anticipation. Only three cigs left now, so I went to the late night store and bought another pack. A few days earlier, a guy on BBRT had told me about the roulette parties they hold at Number 67 -- fuck roulette. I hadn't heard of that before but it sounded hot and after he mentioned it there was no way I could get it out of my mind. When I plucked up the courage to contact him again he invited me along. He wouldn't say much about what happened there, but he said if my number came up I would be pozzed by the time I left. The chances were one in three. I looked at my watch. Still time to back out, but I knew that even if I did the urge would never go away. As I strolled up and down the street to finish my smoke all the mental conflicts of the last few days suddenly seemed to be melting away. I was ready to accept whatever the wheel would choose for me. Returning to that anonymous door, I took two final drags on my cig, flicked the butt into the gutter and exhaling the last of my smoke into the night air, I pressed the buzzer marked 'Cellar'. The door gave a click and I pushed it open. A muscled guy with stubble came up the stairs to greet me, with only a towel around his waist. "Hi, I'm Ben," he said. "We talked on BBRT. You can get changed in here." He showed me to a small room where a blond guy who introduced himself as Johan was sitting. Johan looked about 25, slim and smooth, naked except for his jockstrap. "Just waiting for the third one," said Ben. "I'll be back when he arrives." I stripped off down to the leather harness which I had put on before setting out, along with my favourite cockring. As I stashed my clothes in the corner the door opened and Ben ushered another guy in. "This is Steve," he said, adding "We're all complete now." Steve, in his mid-30s, had a shaved head, tattoed arms and was wearing a rubber vest. Seeing us undressed, he quickly slipped off his jeans and pants, and tossed them on the pile with the rest. Ben came back with three pieces of paper on a clip board. "You all know the score. One of you will be pozzed tonight. You all have an equal chance, nothing has been rigged beforehand, but before you can be admitted into the cellar we need you to sign this, just to say you are agreeing to unprotected sex." Without allowing myself to think about it, I signed the form. Johan and Steve likewise signed. With that Ben led us down the steps to a room that was almost completely dark, with only a dim red bulb glowing in one corner. I could make out the shapes of men, maybe a dozen, and three slings hanging in a line the middle of the room. "OK, here are your slings. Choose whichever you want," Ben said. I took hold of the middle one and slid my ass onto it. As I positioned myself, gripping the chains holding the sling, I sensed someone behind me. I couldn't see what was going on but suddenly I felt a handcuff click around each of my wrists and then around the chains on the sling. There were more clicks on either side of me and I guessed the same was happening to Johan and Steve. "That's to make sure nobody changes his mind," Ben said with a laugh as more hands worked on our legs, tying our ankles to the other chains on the slings. "I think we're ready now", said Ben talking to the men in the room. "These are our roulette players for tonight. Have fun but remember, no fucking till the wheel decides which one will be joining the brotherhood." As he spoke, the guys gathered around us. A couple of tongues started tweaking my nipples and a bearded face nuzzled my hole. On either side I could hear murmurs of pleasure from Johan and Steve which told me they were also getting the same treatment. A jizz-coated finger found its way into my mouth while other fingers worked my ass. It must have continued like this for about 15 minutes with the guys taking turns to play with us until I felt something small and solid pushing at my hole then working its way in. "Just brushing your insides - in case you're the lucky one," an unidentified voice whispered. Johan, on my left, was sighing and moaning, obviously also getting a brushing. On my right, Steve was mostly quiet apart from muttering the occasional "Aw fuck!" "Good," said Ben. "All fully prepped. Time for roulette." He shone a torch on the ceiling to show numbers above our respective slings. The number above my sling was number two. Then he turned the torch towards a circular disk on the wall, about two feet across with a biohazard symbol in the centre. It was divided into three sections numbered one, two and three. "No need to explain what happens next," Ben said, "but to make it a bit more interesting we're not going to spin the wheel just once. We keep on spinning it until someone's number comes up for a second time." The red light in the corner went off, leaving the room in total darkness. "Here we go," Ben announced. "Spin number one." I could almost hear my heart pounding. The only thing I could see in the blackness was the glowing cigarette of a guy standing beside me -- which reminded me how much I needed a smoke. Ben flicked the torch on again. The wheel was still moving but slowing down and it came to rest on number three. Steve gasped sayng "Uh-oh, that's my number." The guy standing beside me sucked hard on his cigarette and let out a rich stream of smoke into the torchlight. "Please," I whispered to him, "Give me a drag." He smiled and placed the cigarette between my lips as the light went out for another spin. This time Johan's number came up. "Aaaaaaaaaahhhh", he said, 'though I couldn't tell if it was the sound of regret or delight. A warm hand patted my shoulder and the guy with the cigarette spoke softly in my ear. "Seems its not your lucky night." "Seems like it," I replied, partly disappointed but also secretly relieved. Darkness again as the wheel spun a third time. When the torch came on the number was mine. "Wow!" said Ben. "Still no result -- it's level pegging. Get ready for another spin. This one is going to decide it." Then he switched off his torch. To be continued

I met up with a guy who likes to use me. He tried my arms to the bed, lifted up my legs to fuck me, but weirdly he got out a condom and put it on, even though in the past he had generally fucked me bareback. But before he entered my ass, he reached into a draw in the bedside cabinet and pulled out an obviously used rubber, which obviously contained a large load of cum. He cut a small slit in it the head of the condom, and poured some cum onto his fingers, which he then immediately slid into my ass. After finger fucking me for a bit he lined up his covered cock, poured more of the spunk over his cock and fucked me. As he did so, he leaned forward and whispered in my ear that he found that rubber at a cruising area which he frequents. He added he didn't know who's cum it was. I panicked a bit, but then he grabbed my cock and started to wank me and continued doing until I shot, at which point he pulled out and shot his load all over my face. Part of me is worried, but another part is completely turned on by the whole experience!

Lots of barebacking on Saturday afternoons, all day Wednesday and Sunday. Took several loads Saturday afternoon.

There is a guy into whom I keep running at the local bath house. He's a seriously hot dude in his forties, scruff, ripped, hairy chest - just my type - and so handsome I can't help staring at him, but he obviously doesn't have eyes for me, and I accept that. This afternoon, though, we were both in the dark sauna, and there was a third guy, pretty young, in his 20s, and clearly a newbie. He was sitting tight in a corner, hugging the wall, towel securely around his waist, purposely not making eye contact. Definitely cute, zero body fat, dark hair. At first the object of my (unrequited) affection sat near me, then moved a bit away when a guy passed through the room. However, when the guy left, enough light fell on the college boy to reveal him. With that, the stud moved around the bench to get closer to the college guy. I guess the decent thing for me to have done would be to leave them in peace, but as I said, I had a serious crush on the older guy, and I was curious about his designs on the kid. The kid was either terrified or frozen in place, but he didn't bolt when the hunky dude reached over and brushed his muscular thigh. Eventually they were making out, and then all of a sudden, the stud essentially lifted him off the bench, stood him up, spun and him around to face the wall. I watched him kick his feet apart, so the kid was basically skewered against the wall, and using spit for lube, the stud just took the kid. No cries, no whimper, just a low moan was all I could hear. The kid must have opened up, because pretty soon I could hear the stud banging him, drilling his cute jock ass. Then, almost as suddenly as it began, the stud pulled out, patted the kid's ass, picked up his towel, and left. Not a word, not a peck on the back of his gorgeous neck, not even a grunt. I'm sure it was not just in my imagination that he had just deeply bred the kid. I imagine it was the kid's first bareback fuck and he was too scared to object. Of course I'm envious and really wish it had been me, and I'm sure I'll always make eyes at the stud when I run into him at the baths. Although it wasn't me, it was totally hot to see him seduce, subvert, and wreck, a shy college boy who looked like the proverbial deer in the headlights. He's probably walking a little funny and wondering about that thin stream of wetness running down the inside of his thigh. Lucky bastard.

I know I can be a bit flakey sometimes, but it also doesn't help that I'm on call 24/7/365. So, I try to let people know in advance. Just because you don't hear from me right away, doesn't mean I'm not interested. If I'm not interested, I'll let you know and I'd prefer you do the same to me.

Wow amazing, great start to your new series.

At the risk of bumping an old story up on the list, just wanted to mention for anyone who enjoyed this story that I've finally (almost a year later) been able to progress a follow-up (not quite a sequel) to it. Look for "There Is Always A Price" in the story queue. Part 1 is up now which sets the stage for the story and (re-) introduces Zburator (still using the name Sebastian / Seb) and Tommy. (Although Tommy will play a larger role starting in part 2.). Hope to get Part 2 to a satisfactory state and get it posted within a few days. (Side note: the site is treating this as a quote and I'm not sure how to get it to plain text. Apologies.)

Club Rain on Friday and Rush on Sunday.

Friday 4th August: In Sydney's southern suburbs. . Southern Suburbs (Sutherland). Your cock, your load & my arse. Your arse, my face, push out & licks. Versatile fister. Genuine. Can host. Interested? Don't be shy. MsgMe. . kik: ffozstyle

Just left the local "cruise" spot in middle of desert , pretty much need 4X4 to get there I have a F-150 Raptor ... Was fun got to off road and get seeded from lean hung Latino , was about to leave when 3 young Marines pulled up all looking to bust a nut, glad I went 5 loads in all .

You can also catch "common" creatures several times to get an upgrade. Good news for those who like to get caught several times.

From what I've gathered about this game, a big goal is to catch "rare" creatures. That might be bad news for the sluts on this site, who are very commonly caught. LOL!

I LOVE rimming a hot bubble butt and also prefer a looser fuck hole, so I rim almost every bottom I'm gonna fuck. I've got my own rim chair and will pretty much make out with a guy's ass lips once I get him nice and opened up. Nothing makes my cock harder getting ready to fuck him. This is assuming he's squeaky clean, which I can tell as I'm approaching!! 2 weeks ago I hooked up with a hot 26yo black guy with a typical BBA (big black ass). All the basic foreplay, then had him get on all 4s to rim him before I was about to sink into his hole. His hole was clean as a whistle but tight as fuck - I tried fingering him first, but he was so fucking tight, I wasn't sure how I was gonna get my cock in there, and he was wincing at my finger...ugh....some guys hate fingers I know, so I tried pushing my cockhead in hoping he'd open up for that. He was squeezing me so tight, and I couldn't push in, and was starting to lose my hardon. I told him to get up, I laid down on my back on the bed and told him to straddle my face and smother my face with his bubble ass - he complied and we were both moaning in no time. I had my tongue a couple inches up his hole getting him all slicked up, ad he'd bend down to suck my cock at the same time. About 5 minutes of this actually had me a little too close to cumming and I knew his hole was wet and ready at that point. I came up for air and told him to get back in position, and this time I sunk in balls deep in one push He felt so fucking good I had to keep pulling out or I'd cum. Kept losing a little bit of cum each time I'd pull out actually, which lubed him up a little bit more I kept going down on his ass in doggy position and eating him out some more any time I was getting too close, but that was just making my cock even hornier to get back inside! His hole was so fucking clean I couldn't get enough. I really wasn't sure if he was into ATM, but I hope to find out the next time - he was certainly clean enough for it!! I finally took one last suck and chew of that ass cunt, then stood up and let him know this was it and he was about to get bred - so fucking hot how he want from that TOO TIGHT vice grip to that perfect wet sucking cum hole! Like a few others said - it does depend what's attached to that hole = those big muscular black globes smothering me were definitely icing on the cake!!

I've gotten fucked by quite a few tops who could spit some mean game that still echo in my mind. Here are a few of my favorites: Pick-up Lines "You can let me fuck you or I'll rape you...either way, my dick is going in you tonight." "Buy you a drink? The only thing you're drinking from me is my fucking cum, you whore!" Whie Fucking "Yeah you fucking slut! You love my big fucking cock! Go crazy on it! Ride it, bitch!" "Beg for my cum. Beg for it you cum loving bitch! You have to earn my cum!" "We're not done until I say we're done, whore! By the time I'm through with you, your fucking hole will be turned inside out and full of my jizz!" (he took some Viagra and fucked me for nearly eight hours, stopping only after it wore off and he got soft) Afterglow "Welcome to the club, whore..." (whispered into my ear while I was on my stomach, he was on top of me holding me tight, dick still in me after unloading his third nut deep in me...he was poz on meds) "I'm coming back tomorrow night...with some friends." "You fuckin' cunt, I knew you didn't want me to really wear a rubber." (the condom broke, we knew it, but I let him finish in me anyway)

The end of the story: Chapter 3. After So I woke up with a slightly sore ass, but enjoyed the feeling. I had slept late, but the house was silent. It turns out the family was at church. I was glad they didn’t wake me up. I got up and headed to the bathroom and got ready for a much needed shower. That’s when I noticed the marks on my ass. Looking in the mirror I counted seven hash marks like someone had been keeping score. I then remembered they had been using a marker on me- each guy who fucked me had left a mark. I also finally realized my hole was leaking. What the hell? I went back to the bedroom and looked at the sheets. There was definitely a stain where I had been sleeping. I bent down to look closer and smelled the familiar scent of cum. Those guys had been fucking me bare! I was stunned. But somehow I was also turned on. After all, I had been fantasizing about taking raw cock for a while now. But I had always thought that if I actually took that plunge it would be a much more gradual thing, and that I would have some control over it. I grabbed the sheets off the bed and hurried back to the bathroom for a shower. I tried to wash off the marks on my ass, but they didn’t come off. The cum washed off, though. I quickly got dressed and started a load of laundry with those sheets. I was dressed and folding the laundry when my family finally got home after church and lunch. My mind was racing- do I contact the guy who took me home- the guy I had thought of as Sir? Could I find his place again? What would I say to him? I don’t know why, but I had an impulse to take a picture of my ass. I had to leave the next day to start my trip back home, so packing and visiting with family distracted me. I ended up leaving the next morning without really thinking about it again. It was mostly easy to put it all out of my mind. Work got very busy, one friend was going through a crappy break-up, another friend ended up in the hospital from a car accident, life generally got in the way. But sometimes at night the dungeon and all those men I never even really saw came back to mind. Why had I been so careless and stupid? Why was I getting hard when I remembered what happened even though I felt angry and scared at the same time? Other times I just refused to think about it. But after a while it hit me. I got sick. Not horribly sick, more like the flu. And then I remembered reading about “fuck flu” being a sign of being positive. Damn. So I got tested. Sure enough the result came back positive. I went through every emotion about it you can imagine before coming to terms with it. As time passed I could look back and see what had happened. I was sure the man who picked me up at the bar had seen my profiles- all of them most likely. He must have recognized me from the normal ones with my face pics, and also made the connection with the darker, more anonymous ones. He had seen me as a chaser before I had admitted it to myself. I had wanted it, or had at least subconsciously known it would happen if I acted on my fantasies. And it would not have been long before I did in fact act on them. His actions had only brought the inevitable result faster. I ended up hooking up with other poz men. I found a great freedom in barebacking. My status became part of my inner identity and I even felt some pride in it. The marks left by that permanent marker eventually wore off, of course. But I remembered I had taken a picture. I found it on my phone and stared at it for a while. Some of the poz guys I had become buddies with had gotten tattoos that indicated their status- scorpions, biohazard symbols. Those weren’t really for me, but this mark was more personal, and it felt right. I took my picture to a local tattoo artist and those hash marks really did become permanent. Three years later I was back visiting my family again. I went back to that same bar. Was I looking for that guy? Probably. I had changed in many ways. I was positive, but I had not yet gone on any kind of meds. I still felt very healthy, in fact I was more healthy since I had also started working out. I had adopted a more scruffy appearance. I looked and felt like a man, not the 30 year old boy who had been in that bar before. It was leather night at the bar, and I had come wearing boots, cap, and chaps. They had a clothing check, so I decided to take off my jeans and t-shirt and wear just the chaps. I think I looked pretty hot. I looked in the mirror in the restroom and said, “Yeah, I’d fuck me.” That was another change since becoming poz. I was less bottom boy and more versatile man. I left the restroom and that’s when I saw him. He looked the same, even wearing those same sunglasses. He was looking the other way when I walked over to him. I said hi. He turned toward me and nodded in response. “You look really hot,” I said. He smiled and said, “You’re a hot fucker yourself, man. What’s up? Have I seen you here before?” “Maybe,” I said. “So you like what you see?” He chuckled- now I was certain it was him. I would never forget that laugh. “Of course- what’s not to like?” I smiled. “You should see my tattoo,” I said. “Oh yeah?” He took a drink from his beer as I turned around to show him the marks on my ass. He just stared at it, then I saw the light come on in his mind as he figured it out. “Fuck, man, the last time I saw something like that is was from a marker ink, not tattoo ink.” I looked him right in the eye for what seemed like minutes. I could tell his mind was racing. He must have been wondering what I was doing there, why I had showed him my tattoo, was I angry, was I going to start trouble? I admit I enjoyed it. In fact I enjoyed it so much a smile began to break out on my face. “You changed my life,” I said. “You gave me what I wanted before I admitted it to myself.” I stepped up to him and put my arms around him. I felt him sigh as his arms folded around me. We ended up talking most of the night. He told me it had all started with dungeon parties. He and some friends had all tested positive and they had begun to find guys out there chasing the bug. One thing lead to another, and it turned into pozzing parties, always pozzing someone they had identified as a real chaser. I was the second guy they had gangbanged in that way. I was the only one who got the permanent marker. There had only been two others after me, both had actively sought them out. They realized a rumor had spread, and many of the guys had been scared off. He himself had been fully disclosing and only fucking bare with other poz guys. Yes, I did learn his name, and yes I did go back with him to his dungeon where we both got a recharge from each other. His ass was hot and tight and I left the biggest load of my life up in there. I have a new job now back in my home town. I didn’t move back in with my parents, though. I moved in with Sir. Dungeon parties have started back up with some hot bdsm scenes. And I have recently found a few guys online looking for a hot poz couple to breed them. I have shown their profiles to Sir. He chuckled with an evil glint behind those sunglasses. The end

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Thanks for your remarks and encouragment guys! Chapter 2. During Here I was in a stranger's basement dungeon room, restrained face down with a butt plug up my ass, eagerly awaiting what would come next. Maybe I should have been scared, but I wasn't. I felt his hands on my back, moving from my shoulders down toward my ass. He would give my ass a good firm squeeze or a sharp little swat each time. "You look really good, boy" "Thank you Sir." "You seem very relaxed and comfortable- that's good for now," he said with that sexy chuckle of his. "I need to get comfortable too," he said. His hands left my body, and it sounded like he was taking off his boots and the rest of his clothes. He was now standing right behind me. I felt the heat of his body, and it seemed I could feel his warm, growing cock brush up against my as and the backs of my thighs. Then I felt himwiggle the butt plug a bit. I moaned. He then started tapping on it, which sent wonderful vibrations in my hole and all through my body. I moaned a bit louder. I felt him pull on the plug slightly, then push it back in. He did this a few times. It felt awesome! He went back to the tapping and laughed softly as he saw me shudder in delight. He pressed his body down on my back and I felt his breath on my ear. "Mmmmmm, you're such a good boy," he whispered in my ear. "What shall we do next, I wonder. Oh yeah, I think I know." I could feel his hot hard cock pressing on the crack of my ass. He rubbed it slowly up and down. "I think I know what you want," he whispered. "I think I know exactly what you want. Do you know what you want? What you want deep inside?" My own cock was as hard as it has ever been, and all I could do was moan again. He stood upright, and my body missed the warmth of his. He pulled at the plug again, but this time he kept pulling and it slowly came out of my hole. I thought he started to push it back in, but it felt different. Then I knew he had replaced it with his cock. "I think this is what you want, boy. But that really doesn't matter, does it?" Just the head of his cock was in. "What really matters is what I want, right boy?" My hole was craving to be filled by his dick, and I tried to push back against him to get more in. But he just held it there. "You want this, boy? You want my cock?" I moaned. "You want my cock, boy? Do you? Tell me you want it." I mumbled a feeble yes in reply. "I couldn't hear you," he said a bit louder and more insistently. "Yes Sir. I want your cock," I said. "Good boy." he pressed his cock just a bit further in. It felt big. It felt hot. It felt wonderful. "A good boy gets the reward he really wants," he said as he pressed even more into my hole. "What a sweet, tight boy-hole," he sighed, as he pressed in all the way. At least it felt like all the way. He kept it there, and leaned down onto my back again. "Open up, let daddy in all the way," he whispered in my ear again. I pushed back against him and opened up my hole as much as I could. I felt him pushing in even more and felt his pubes against my hole and his balls against mine. "That's the way. Good boy," he hissed in my ear. His body against my back, his breath and lips on my ear, his thick cock filling me, it was all making my head spin. He remained pressed against me like that, and started to slowly pull his cock back, and just as slowly push back into me. He pulled back almost all the way out, then back in. His cock must have been eight inches long. He kept up these long slow strokes. This was the most satisfying fucking I had ever received, I felt his hand close to my face. "Here, boy- inhale." I smelled the familiar scent of poppers and took a deep whiff. He held them up to my other nostril and I inhaled again. I felt my hole open ever wider. "That's it, boy. You really do want this, don't you?" "Yes, Sir!" I immediately responded. Again he chuckled. He stood upright and started to fuck me harder and faster. I was pushing back against each thrust. My whole world at that moment revolved around his big hard cock reaming out my hole. I could hear his breathing getting harder as he fucked harder with each thrust. He finally yelled out "Oh fuuuck!" and pushed all the way in and stayed there. "Oh fuck boy! Take it boy!" He yelled. He pulled back halfway and jabbed back in a couple of times. The he pulled out. His breathing was still heavy, but he seemed to recover. I know I was smiling. There was a sudden but soft rap on the door. I was pointed away from it and couldn't see anything. I heard Sir say "I think someone heard us," and he chuckled again as I heard him walk over and open the door. "Good timing guys, I just had my turn," he said to someone I couldn't see. I heard other voices saying "Nice" "Sweet ass" "Awesome" "Who's next?" I couldn't tell how many voices. "What's going on?" I asked. I heard Sir's voice as he came closer to me. "Relax, boy. These are just good friends of mine who came for a little fun. I'll see they treat you right. You won't get anything you don't want." By the time he finished he was in front of me. I could see his chest dripping with sweat and his still mostly hard cock. It was just as big as it had felt in my ass. He crouched down in front of me, his hands on my shoulders. He was looking me in the eyes, still wearing those sunglasses, and smiling reassuringly. He leaned in and kissed me and said to me, "Relax, sweet boy. Just think of this as fulfilling a fantasy you may not have admitted to yourself that you have had for a while." He leaned in very close to my ear and whispered, "I won't let them do anything you don't want. I won't let them hurt you. Well, not any more than I already hurt you, my sweet boy." His words relaxed me again, and I managed to say "OK, I trust you, Sir." "Good boy," he said, and kissed me again. He stood up and went over to his friends. "This is the first one to show I went first." I smelled a sharp odor, a familiar odor, but it wasn't the poppers from before. I then felt something press against my left ass cheek and move down a couple of inches. The I heard a quiet snap and realized he had just made a mark on my ass with a marker. "Each guy leaves a mark when you finish. Make sure you finish." Another voice said, "I'll go next." I felt a pair of hands on my ass as a cock pushed in. Sir had fucked me so well and so deeply that there was no resistance at all. He came and crouched down in front of me again, kissing my lips and ears and neck and stroking my arms and shoulders. He kept this up as the new guy fucked me. After he finished fucking me, he left a mark beside the first one. The it was someone else's turn. I was so blissed out and loving the attention from my Sir that I lost count of how many cocks were inside me, one after the other. It was all a blur then, but later I remember things I had heard them saying: "What a sweet ass this little piggy has!" "Fuck he still feels tight!" "He's the best one yet!" And after the fourth of fifth one was done and he was making his mark, one of them said, "This is permanent, right?" There was laughter. "Fucking right it's permanent," someone else said. My Sir whispered into my ear so only I could hear, "Yes, it's permanent. So you will never forget." And he kissed me long and deep. He didn't untie me from the bench until they had all thanked him and left. I never saw a single one of them. He helped me stand up and held me tight. "You OK?" he asked. I didn't answer. He started rubbing my arms and legs. He put his arm around my shoulder. We found my clothes, and he led me upstairs. " think you need a good hot shower," and he showed me the bathroom. He started the water for me and found me a towel. After I got out, he asked me if I was OK to drive home or if I needed to crash. I said I wanted to drive home. I knew my family would expect to see me in the morning. It was almost the end of my visit with them. He told me the few turns to make to get back to the main drag. I found my way home and crashed and slept like a log. I woke up with a slightly sore ass, but sore in a really good way. I couldn't believe what had happened the night before- a hot dungeon session followed by a hot gang bang. It was something right out of porn! Chapter 3 coming soon...

What's up. New guy here I've been wanting to be bred for a long time but my opportunities to do so are few and far between what with kids and family taking up my time. Today seemed like a good day since everyone else went to a wedding 3 hours away. I got on grindr and within an hr I had a guy come by to find me ass up on the bed waiting for him. He proceeded to fuck me and cum deep in me. After he left I was missing being fucked so a few hours later I had another guy come by to add a second load in there. I tried to find more but no one else seemed interested. I woke up wanting to be bred and I ended up with two loads. Can't wait for more.

Predators and prey (Part 5) Michael wouldn’t stay hard for long. His new ‘lover’ started squeezing the balls of the little one quite hard. He felt his victim struggle beneath him, but he wasn’t able to free himself. The older stud was around 50. While stuck into the twink he pulled his shirt off and revealed a wide hairy chest. “You like feeling my cock you greedy whore?” he asked Mike. Since Michael was fucked into his mouth he couldn’t reply anything. The only sound he made was a choking one. He grunted quite a lot. “Yeah… you like being treated like the bitch you are” the fucker exclaimed. His legs were raised again and rested next to his chest. Neatly folded to his upper body he got plowed very hard. “Tighten’ up…. get your slut ass tighter for my cock” the guy demanded. And although Michael was barely understanding the words, because it was such an overload to his system, he did the right thing and tried to give the invading cock a good massage. The guy fucking the boys face enjoyed also the vibration caused by Michael’s moaning. “I am going to unload… whore. Swallow my dirty cum” the mouth fucker almost shouted. Immediately Michael was making gulping sounds. It was almost like he was drowning in cum. The guy pushed his dick deep into Michael’s throat and gushed right into his gullet. “Good boy….. good boy” he moaned again and again. The moment he withdrew his dick from Michael’s throat, the sweet lad coughed some of the sperm up. The guy was kneeling right above Mike’s head, with his leaking dick resting on the guy’s forehead. “You did a good job” he patted Michael’s cheek breathlessly. The other guy was finally able to focus on the boys eyes. He started fucking him more roughly. “Do you feel me bitch?” he asked Michael who focused on the rapist now. The stallion slapped Mike’s face a few times, after letting go of one leg, to get more of the boy’s attention. He made a fist and wanted to punch the twinks face. “No!” one of the co-guys, who were pinning the poor youngster down said loudly and he caught the guys fist. “Don’t damage the merchandise. We all want to fuck him and enjoy his innocent looks” he insisted. “You can beat him to a pulp later, when we all had a go…..” The fucker nodded. He understood and so he held both knees again and split the boy real good, while battering his hole mercilessly. “Feel me” he growled. “Fell my cock tearing you up, you little tramp!” The two guys nodded approvingly, after realizing the guys cock was colored with deep red streaks. “Destroy his hole” guys whispered from the outside. “Work on his nipples” he encouraged the two guys assisting him on the mattress. “Pinch them hard, I want to feel his ass cramp” Both guys smirked viciously and started torturing Michael’s nipples. They twisted it hard and pinched it brutally. The almost pulled so hard, that the nipples got ripped off. Mike started screaming and while he screamed his head off he gave the dick up his cunt a class a dick massage. Without a warning the fat cock in Michael’s ass spew toxic load into his ass. While his cock was twitching inside the boy he hit Mike’s face hard again. “Oh man. You were the best fuck ever – I never produced so much cum for anyone else” he complimented the boy beneath him. “Don’t go away later…. I will beat you up and show you what pain is….” he whispered. Then he withdrew his dick and watched his semen leaking out of Michael’s fucked up hole. He left the mattress without any other comment. The two guys raised and started undressing their jeans. While they watched down at the helpless boy they grinned wickedly. They were like wolves surrounding their victim. “Now you are going to feel real pain. We will shred your ass to pieces you dirty slut” they told him. “Let’s fill your cunt with two dicks…. “

Matt walked in the door and made eye contact with Trent. "Hey, I'm Matt" "Damn Matt, you look even hotter than in your pictures." Matt blushed, trying not to show how much he liked the compliment. "Yeah, you're hot too. Nice apartment." Trent smirked. This kid was perfect. He could tell he had limited experience. Trent would enjoy corrupting his mind. "Let's get a drink and chat." Trent grabbed a couple of cokes... and his bottle of G. He sat down on the couch next to Matt. Trent said, "You want to try this? It's called G. It'll help loosen you up, get you ready. Is this your first time getting fucked bareback?" "Sure, sounds good. It's just like a shot, of like liquor?" Matt asked. "Yeah" "Yeah, this is my first time getting fucked bareback, but I've fucked one guy without a condom once it broke," Matt replied. "Nice, you'll love it. Bareback is the only way I fuck anymore," Trent added. "Yeah, thank god for prep," Matt laughed. Trent just chuckled. He started drinking his G-spiked drink and Matt followed suit. Matt, slightly nervous, chugged the rest of his drink fast, consuming the copious amounts of G that Trent had added to it. They chatted for a bit, ESPN on in the background. Trent asked Matt about school and where he wanted to go to college next year and Matt asked Trent about his work. Before he knew it Matt's head was spinning and he was feeling relaxed. "How is the G treating you?" Trent asked, his hand on Matt's thigh, fingers already within the leg holes of his shorts, fingers rubbing on Matt's thigh. "I feel good, man" and he was. He noticed Trent's hand on his leg and felt himself getting hard in his jock. Trent leaned in, kissing Matt. Matt kissed back, feeling good and relaxed and horny. Matt noticed Trent had put some porn on the television, but he wasn't sure when. Damn, he thought, "I'm a little out of it." But that thought was quickly forgotten, feeling Trent's hands groping his body, hand moving up on his thigh, feeling the bulge of Matt's jock. Matt catching glimpses of the porn on screen of two daddies fucking a young looking twink boy bareback. One even had the biohazard tattoo that Matt knew meant he has HIV+. Weirdly he felt his dick jumping thinking of that, the G dampening his inhibitions. "Fuck that's hot," Matt said aloud. Trent replied, "Let me show you this vid, it's so hot." Trent went back to kissing Matt, lifting off Matt's tank, which slipped right off. Then he removed his own shirt. Matt, half distracted by Trent, half by the TV, mind fogged up from G. Matt caught a glimpse of the TV. Saw two hot guys, clean cut studs in there twenties. He was one had a tie around his arm, and the camera focused in. Matt saw a needle go into his arm, a flash of red appeared, and then he saw the plunger go down. He half noticed Trent pulling down he shorts as he focused on the television, watching the guy who just had the needle in arm coughing and looking wide-eyed. "Fuck that looked hot," Matt thought, wondering what was in the syringe. "You think that's hot?" Trent asked. "I.. uhh yeah, what did they shoot up?" "Crystal. It's pretty hardcore, but I've heard that the sex if fucking amazing. Especially when they slam it right into their veins." Trent replied. "You ever try it?" Matt asked. "I few times, it was pretty okay." Trent said, knowing it was crucial that he remained low key about it. It was important Matt not build tina up. The more relaxed the atmosphere was, the easier Matt would be to corrupt. Trent, down on his knees, pulled Matt's cock out of the side of his jock. Matt's eyes went to the back of his head as an expert cocksucker worked on his dick. His eye were still fixed on the screening, watching the guy who had had the needle in his writher around in pleasure, looking blanked out. Before he knew it, Matt was ready to bust in Trent's mouth. He was going to warn him before he came, but it happened to fast. But Trent swallowed his entire load, without missing a beat. "Damn he thought, this kid has good tasting cum." Matt, his cock now hypersensitive, tensed up as Trent continued sucking his cock. Trent let up, and collapsed back onto the couch. Trent touch Matt's cock back into his jock, thinking about how sexy this kid looked in his blue and white stripped jockstrap. Trent decided it was about time to breakout his gear. He grabbed his equipment from his bedroom and brought it back to the couch, setting his bag down on the coffee table. Matt watched in silence as Trent took out some gear. Matt's head was still swimming from the G, making him feel numb and relaxed as well as horny. He couldn't stop thinking about playing with his hole. Matt stuck a finger in his mouth before stroking his hole with it, slowly working it in. Trent saw this out of the corner of his eye, smiling to himself, knowing the G was working beautiful. Trent pulled out a sharp from a little baggy, crumbling it up into smaller pieces as he loaded it into the bowl. Matt asked, "What it that?" "It's T. It's even better than G. It'll get you really horny and ready to fuck. It's what those guys injected in the video. Smoking it is a bit less hardcore." Trent was loving easing Matt into this. He picked up a lighter, flicked it on, and watched the crystal turn into clouds. Taking a big hit, Trent felt the hot smoke fill his lungs before blowing a thick cloud. "Fuck that's good," Trent said, enticing Matt. Trent leaned over to Matt, helping him him with the pipe and lighter. "Alright, inhale when when I say, once it heats up." Matt was nervous but pumped to try T for the first time, the G lowering any hesitation he might have otherwise had. On Trent signal he inhaled a big cloud. "Now exhale" Trent told him. "How does that feel?" Matt responded, "It feels pretty good." Matt felt a little rush, his heart beating faster, a bit of a head rush.Trent coached Matt into taking hit after hit. Afterward, Matt was feeling amazing, his heart racing, feeling this mix of pure excitement and unadulterated ecstasy, almost feeling proud and invincible. Matt wasn't sure how long he was out of it, before snapping back to attention. Looking a Trent "How do you feel?" Trent asked. "Fucking amazing man, one thousand fucking percent," Matt replied, "and so horny. But my dick is kind of soft" "Oh yeah, sometimes that happens with tina. Good thing you're the one getting fucked tonight." Trent knew he was hooked. He grabbed another shard from his bag and started working it into Matt's hole. Matt barely noticed the slight burn as he worked it in, knowing this would get the boy begging to get fucked. "You ready to get fucked, fag?" Being called a fag got Matt even more turned on. "Yes sir." Trent lubed up Matt's hole and his cock. Trent took off his pants to reveal his 8 inch cock. "Fuck," Matt thought. His cock looked even bigger now. He reached over and grabbed the poppers he had in the pockets, huffing deep preparing for Trent's cock. He could feel the head against his hole, popping in, making Matt moan like a bitch. Trent pushed Matt legs up against his chest, giving him better access to Matt's hole. He was one-third in already. Matt was taking it pretty well, huffing on a bottle of poppers every couple of seconds. His dick kept going in, further and further, finally bottoming out. "How does it feel to have raw cock up your virgin boy hole?" "Ohhhh, ffuucckk.." Matt moaned, so turned on by taking raw cock just like the thousands of porn sluts he had jerked off to in the past. "It feels so good sir." "Fuck yeah boy," Trent said, thinking how this boy was a natural sub faggot, "bet you'll only take raw cock from now on." "Oh, yes sir," and he meant it to. This was way better than any fucking he had done before. Of course, Matt knew the drugs were probably helping too. Trent pulled all the way out, seeing the gaping hole he had left behind, lubed already dripping down from his it. He slammed back into Matt hearing him gasp, his limp cock hidden in his jock pouch. Trent loved seeing a boy focused only on his hole, cock out of sight and out of mind. Unlike Matt, Trent was rock hard thanks to some viagra and his cocking on. Matt had notice the cocking earlier, and fuck did it make him desperate for Trent's cock. Matt head spinning from the drugs, poppers and the hard fuck he was receiving. He handed the poppers to Trent to put on the table behind him. Trent twisted around slightly, and Matt glimpsed a bit of a back tattoo. It was a biohazard symbol. With the T clouding his thinking, Matt didn't understand what it was for. He knew that a lot of poz guys had that tattoo but he knew Trent was on prep and neg. "Hey Trent, why do you have biohazard tat? Guys will think you're poz" Matt half chuckled. Trent leaned in, grabbing hold of trent ankles and pressing them above his head, plunging his cock back in. As he was trusting, he said, "My tat?" "Yeah, won't people thinking you're poz?" Trent continued fucking Matt, speeding up his thrusting. "I got it..." Trent was panting, "when... I..." Trent's breath was ragged, his body getting tenser "discovered...." Trent started moaning, almost gasping, "that... I... was...OOOO.. fuck... that i was poz" Trent let out, as cum erupted from his cock and into Matt's guts. Trent could see the warning lights in Matt head as his eyes went wide. "Your profile says you are neg!" "I never updated it, but I stopped taking it. Too many side effects for me. I got pozzed up a few months after that I think. Plus I think you wanted a poz load." He reached down and felt Matt's cock through his jockstrap, which was rock hard, the head popping out through the side, leaking pre. "Fuck," Matt thought, "he's right." "I bet this is the hottest sex you've ever had boy. Clearly you like taking poz loads or your cock wouldn't be rock fucking hard," Trent said. "Now look, you're free. Free from fear, able to take any load from any cock. Be the hot cumdump faggot you were meant to be." Matt's head was spinning. He knew Trent was right. But images kept flashing through his mind, of him, his teammates, other people from school, his parents, knowing that he was marked now. Part of a brotherhood of barebackers, proud poz men. He had seen the sites, images on tumblr, of proud poz men. Deep downing knowing this was what he wanted the entire time but just couldn't admit to himself. Beyond all that though, he knew right know that he had to have more cock. "Now," Trent sat down next to Matt, cum leaking out of his hole, "what do you say?" "I want more cock sir." "You perfect fucking faggot. And what about my poz load?" "Thank you for pozzing me sir; I'm a dirty cumdump who deserves to be pozzed up." "Yes you are boy, and your night is not even close to over. I'm taking you to get way more loads. After all, we need to make sure my DNA gets into your blood." Trent went into his bag. Matt saw him take out a syringe. It was a prepared point. Matt knew it was going to go in his arm, so he was a little surprised when he saw Trent put it in his arm, and pull the plunger. But then, Trent removed the point from his arm. "Now boy, this will guarantee that you get my bug in your blood. It's a mix of crystal meth and my blood. You can't have one with out the other. And I want you to beg for it." Matt wanted that point in his arm so bad. "Please sir, give me your toxic blood. Get my addicted to T." Trent found a vein, pulled back on the plunger, saw the red vial get a shade darker and then pushed down on the plunger. He saw Matt's pupils dilate, heard his breathing go ragged. Practically seeing the rush. He pulled Matt's arm up, and told Matt to cough. Matt was flying, freaked out, feeling amazing, the thought of Trent's toxic blood in his getting him hard. After letting Matt settle down, Trent told him to get dressed. "Let's go faggot. Time for you to take more AIDS cock." Trent pulled Matt to him, kissed him deeply, grabbed his gear bag, and lead Matt to out of his apartment, closing the door behind him. Then, he lead Matt to his car.

That piss video he did in bed with his buddy Dillon that's everywhere on the web - fuck, I think I've shot as much cum to that as he did piss. Goddam sweet.

What you describe, "only want to be bred when horny" and "WTF did I just cum to" is pretty normal behavior. Most men go into a bit of a very low energy period for a few seconds after orgasm, but it doesn't have to be a downer. That you can work on it.

I got a lesson in be careful what you wish for tonight! I was crazy horny after work tonight and decided to go to one of the bathhouses in Philly.... I was hoping to get fucked HARD. And I sure as shit did. I meet a cute young black top with a SOLID 8 1/2 inch thick cut cock. I sunk to my knees in his room and sucked him for less than a minute before he was positioning my face down ass up on the bed... he tried to put it in with only that little bit of spit for lube... but I gave him some lube and lubed my ass up first! Then he slid it in slow right to the hilt. no warming up just balls deep right away. He proceeded to fuck the hell out of me for about 25 minutes until I was seeing stars. Then he shot a huge load in me deep. Pulled out and thanked me. I can take a hint... I stumbled out with his load starting to leak down the back of my legs. I won't be walking right for a week! Be careful what you wish for~~!

Been on PrEP 3 and some years. I've got fucked and bred in all sorts of settings. From one on one hookups at home, saunas, darkrooms, to cumunion parties. Most of my loads come from saunas, darkrooms and cumunion. I can easily get 5 loads per visit, and in these 3+ years I'm sure I've got 200+ loads in me, from absolutely anonymous cock. I've also got poz UD loads that I know about, but I just don't ask anymore. I have NO interest in getting HIV but I know PrEP is just ridiculously effective. I'm still negative, pretty sure I would have been pozzed by now if it wasn't for PrEP but I wouldn't have been the slut I am now without it either. Just go on PrEP and forget about HIV. It's more likely you'll die in a car accident than getting HIV.

I ran across this one yesterday, and loved the poz talk in it and its got damned good action too! Not xtube, but it's too good not to share. Video posted by PSgam http://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph55dec12f68330&utm_source=PBWeb&utm_medium=PT&utm_campaign=PBWeb

Over the years I have found myself in situations of blackmail, usually with the mailer making me do even more degrading things, to stop him either posting photos or videos online or emailing friends and family. I have realised over the years I get more and more thrill over it to the point where i almost willingly get myself into trouble i love to know what blackmail experiences other people have had or put people through

Part 3 I woke up I don't know how many hours later to the feeling of hot piss being sprayed onto my sissy tits and face. Instinctively, my mouth opened to accept this gift, but I kept my eyes closed, wondering if I could guess who it was by the taste. The golden nectar that filled my mouth was extremely strong, making my head spin as I swallowed one, two, then three mouthfuls. I had tasted T-piss from each one of the guys the night before, and I had narrowed it down to either Tyrone or Clarence, so once the stream stopped i continued to hold my eyes shut tight and offered to clean the cock of the one who had woken me up in such a wonderful way. I immediately felt him push his big fat mushroom tip into my waiting mouth. Once felt the foreskin covering it with my tongue I recognized the cock as belonging to Tyrone, so I swirled my tongue around all over his cockhead before slipping it in between his foreskin and mushroom tip, literally tongue-fucking the skin covering his fat head, knowing how much uncut guys loved that move. Tyrone moaned in approval and I felt a spurt of precum ooze directly onto my tongue. Tyrone reached down and grabbed a handful of my blonde hair, still filthy from the pis and cum shower I had gotten before bed, and began to fuck my sissy mouth with a slow, steady pace, allowing me to relax my throat and take him deeper with each thrust. I am proud of my cocksucking talent, having had lots and lots of practice, so I was able to take nearly all of his veiny ten inches pretty easily. It only took a minute or two of deep-dicking before the rammed the last inch down my throat and held me there as I felt my first load of the day being squirted directly into my stomach! Once his fuckstick stopped throbbing I was getting close to passing out due to the lack of air, so when Tyrone slid his cock out I gasped for breath and collapsed back onto my cum-stained, piss soaked bed and tried to recover a little. "I was just on my way out and I couldn't resist feeding you one more load before I left" Tyrone said as he tucked his impressive tool back into his jeans. "Clarence and the others stepped out to run a few errands, but they should be back any minute now. Homeboy told me to give this to you to hold you over till he gets home." He tossed a baggie with a few fat shards of Ice onto the bed before telling me that he would be back later that night, then he was out the door and I was alone. I was already high from the piss that Tyrone had fed me, but like any true Tina whore I always wanted more, so I stretched out, and got up to look for something to smoke out of. I had forgotten the plug they had stuffed in my ass, so as I stood up I felt all the liquid still inside me and the plug pressing against my prostate, making my clitty drip again. I got my bag and slid on a fresh pair of panties, cute pink ones with lace and hearts that said "SLUT" across the ass, and grabbed my pipe. After smoking a fat bowl I realized how horny I still was, So I began to snoop around the apartment, hoping to find the big box of dildos I knew Clarence kept for his bitches. I found it in his playroom, witch I hadn't seen yet, and I stood for a minute admiring the collection of fun devices he had. There was a sling in one corner, a gyno table with stirrups and restraints, and all sort of interesting fuck-furniture arranged around the room. He even had a little booth set up, complete with gloryholes and a big screen, just like what you might see at an adult bookstore. This really got me excited, as I am known to frequent the local ABS on a regular basis, and I felt my fresh panties begin to get wet. I grabbed my stuff and the toys and took a seat inside the booth. There was a nicely padded bench and plenty of hot porn to choose from, so I popped in a movie called "Sissy BBC Breeding Sessions" and opened Clarence's toybox. He had a wonderful collection of plugs and dildos, all ranging from big to ridiculous, along with plenty of different lubes and a nice selection of poppers. I knew that I wouldn't be needing any lube with all of the slippery goo still inside me, so I picked a nice fat silicon cock with lots of raised veins and bumps, along with a strong suction cup, and slapped it onto the floor making sure it stayed put and the suction would keep it steady. I pulled my panties down around my ankles and slowly began to twist and tug at the buttplug still lodged in my hole, relaxing and gently pushing out as I wiggled it back and forth. My ass slowly started to open up, and I felt the first streams of fuck-juice start to leak out and drip down my legs. Clarence had really outdone himself when he built this little booth, as he had completely covered the inside with mirrors, including the ceiling, witch had a soft red light that added to the mood. I could see my reflection and the screen from any position, so it was incredibly hot watching my asshole open up and all those fluids start to escape. I was really hungry for a hard fuck at this point, so I gave a big push and the huge plug popped free. I knew they guys had really done a number on my the night before, but I was not prepared for what I saw when the plug came out What I can only describe as a tidal wave of cum and piss squirted out, thick and gooey, instantly filling the little room with the musky scents I had grown to love so much. I had made quite a mess on the mirrored floor, even splashing the mixture all over my heels and panties. Even after that initial wave escaped my fuckhole I knew that I still had much more inside me, so I stepped out of my panties and used them to soak up as much of my mess as I could, and began to rub them all over my body. Feeling the nasty cocktail of man juices cover my skin was making me feel insanely sexy, so I made sure to rub my now ruined panties all over my ass, legs, up along my belly and especially my sissy tits and sensitive nipples, then after re-soaking them with the last of my spilled mess, I rubbed the sticky, gooey panties all over my face before wringing the remaining slop into my mouth and then stuffing them in to act as a ball-gag. Now I was ready to go! The porn on the screen had progressed past the dull intro scene by now, and the familiar sounds of a horny sissy being pounded by fat Black Cocks filled the tiny room, and I grabbed a fresh bottle of poppers and took three long, deep hits. I held the chemicals in my lungs and felt my heart begin to pound as I lowered my asshole onto the dildo I had stuck to the floor. It was one of those neat ones that I had seen online that had a big fat cockhead and the shaft was much thicker at the top, tapering down before ending with a big set of balls, so once it was buried fully inside me it would stretch my hole deep, and every time it pulled out it would re-stretch my fucktube and rub my prostate just right! I took a few more hits from the poppers and started to fuck myself on the fat dildo as my eager hole began to swallow it deeper with every stroke, the remaining cum in my ass lubing it nicely, allowing me to take long, deep strokes of the toy. The porno on the screen was now showing a cute little sissyslut getting her cunt deeply reamed by a large group of hung Black men, each one taking turns plowing her holes, sometimes even double-fucking her. Every so often one of the guys standing off to the side stroking would step up and blow a load on her face or in her mouth, sometimes on her tits or ass too, so that as the scene progressed, the little whore would get covered with more and more sperm as the men continued to fuck her mercilessly. This only added to the intense cocklust I was feeling as I bounced with vigor on the silicon shaft, taking all 12 inches of the toy easily again and again. the rigorous anal pounding along with the poppers opening me up allowed for more of the fuck-mixture in my guts to start to squirt out every time I thrust the toy cock in, and yet still more would gush as I withdrew the shaft, the fat head and thick shaft acting as a plunger, pulling more delicious cock-slime from deep inside me. The sloppy sounds of my hole were now getting louder and another puddle began to form around the base of the dildo, the mirrored floor giving me an excellent view of my own sissy pussy as I fucked myself. Suddenly, I felt like I needed more, so I quickly scanned the open toybox a new plaything. My eye was caught by a beautiful black dildo, easily 18" long, and a little less than 3" in diameter, not quite as thick as Jake the Snake's sissy-splitter, but exceeding his length by a few inches. I reluctantly slid the other dildo from my cunt, causing a delicious slurping sound followed by a nice big squirt of slop from my gaping hole. My ass felt so empty now, but I took a moment to admire what my dealer and his friends had done to me. My once-tight little sissyhole was now a well-trained cock draining machine! My asscunt gaped wide on it's own, dripping and twitching, begging to be filled again. I spread my asscheeks and admired my new pussy in the mirrors, pushing my hole out, exposing the red, raw inner ass-flesh as I pushed the wonderfully sexy ass-rose out beyond my ruined asshole. I had gotten into watching girls prolapse their asses in some of the extreme anal porn that I watched, and it was such a turn on to see my own coming along so nicely! I could see the white-yellow goop bubbling out from the center or my rose, dripping down to collect in the ever-growing puddle between my legs. Now the empty feeling in my ass could no longer be ignored, so I scooped up some goo and lubed up the new bigger toy, stuck the suction cup to the floor and lowered myself once more into sissy bliss. I held the poppers under my nose, breathing deeply and pushing my ass out as I took the rubber cock deeper and deeper, feeling it fill me up slowly till it hit the second ring of muscle in my ass and then squeezing through it with a pop that send shivers down my spine With another deep hit and a big push I forced a couple more inches in, getting to about the same depth that Jake had reached during his furious fuck session. My cunt felt so full and my little sissy clit was pouring gurlcum constantly as I began to bounce up and down, keeping about 10 inches still inside me then I rose up, fucking my second hole as if it were the first. Feeling that fat cock popping in and out of that second ring so deep inside was absolutely incredible, stretching me deeply and making me shudder every time it slid home. My pace increased as I took another long hit from my bottle of poppers, now delving deeper than I had ever gone before into my ass. I was glad that I was lubed so deeply from all the fluid that had been soaking into my hole for the last few hours, as it made it seem easy to work 16" and then finally the whole 18" inside me. Once I felt the monster shaft bottom out and my ass lips touched the heavy balls at it's base, I completely lost control, my clitty spasmed and poured my sissy juice in a steady flowing stream, not just runny precum, but a true anal orgasm, thick streams of jizz oozing out continuously from my limp cock, waves of intense pleasure radiated out from my overstuffed asshole, my sissy instinct causuing me to moan like a cheap whore in heat. I nearly blacked out from the sheer overwhelming magnitude of the sissygasm that continued to pulse through me, my hips gyrating as I ground my tingling asslips on the wonderfully textured balls that made up the base of the huge dildo while I continued to ride the final throbs of pleasure. I knew that even the slut on screen would be jealous of the mindblowing orgasm I had just experienced, and now I was ready for more! I took the cum-soaked panties out of my mouth and wrung any remaining juices out onto my face and tits before pouring some of the liquid from my popper bottle into the crotch, allowing them to soak up the chemicals nicely, adding the strong bite of the poppers to the already overpowering musk of Black Seed and Tina piss. The panties then were balled up and stuffed back into my mouth, letting me take deep hits with every breath I took. As my mind began to numb from the drugs my vision narrowed and all I could see was the video screen, Big Black Cocks destroying the innocent white asshole of the sissy starlet, the sloppy sounds of cock slamming her cunt, the wet slapping of flesh on flesh, the stud's heavy breathing and gutteral grunts mixing with their bitch's moans and squeals of pleasure echoed though the little booth, and the rest of the house too, I'm sure I began to fuck myself on the huge dildo now, taking the full length every time I slid back down onto it, lifting up until only the head remained inside me, and then back down all the way to the balls. I clenched my hole tight on every withdraw, and pushed out against the fat shaft as it slid back in, feeling it slide easily through my second ring and beyond. I could feel every little vein on it deep inside me, ripples of orgasmic bliss continued to shoot through me as my pace slowly began to quicken. I had never imagined in my wildest dreams that something could fill me up so much, penetrate so deeply. I looked down and I could see my belly bulging from the massive rubber dong every time my asshole slapped the balls on the toy. By now, even the Tina I had smoked wasn't enough to keep up the pace I was at for too much longer, so I popped the suction cup off the floor and got onto my back on the padded bench, legs spread wide like I was about to let someone power-fuck me missionary position, and began to work the colossal fuckstick in and out by hand. My insatiable sissyhole was still able to swallow the entire length, but now I was able to really pick up the pace! I slid the whole thing in as far as it would go, and then, gripping the base with both hands, began to hammer my cunt fast and hard, trying to synchronize my toy's movements with the cocks on the screen as they plowed the helpless slut into oblivion. I could feel another massive orgasm bubbling up inside me, each thrust pushing me closer and closer to the brink of total Nirvana. I saw the Black Bull on the screen stiffen and his balls pulse and twitch as he unloaded his Seed into the lucky whore, and that was all it took to put me over the edge. My scream of pleasure, even muffled by the panties I had stuffed in my mouth, I was sure could be heard all the way down the block. My clitty got hard for the first time in ages and squirted again and again, draining every last drop of gurlcum I had left in me, spurting out all over me, dripping down my balls, spattering my stockings and even splashing all over my chest and onto my face as I rammed the toy in as hard and as deep as I could one last time. My as muscles were going wilds, clenching again and again and then trying to push out, but I held the fat rubber cock tightly in place, as my ass continued to grip it tight and then attempting to suck it in even deeper. I think I must have let myself black out shortly after that, because when I finally came to my senses there was a new scene playing, and I had let the huge black dildo slip out of my ass. It was laying on the floor in the middle of a sizable puddle of fuck-juices. I could see my asshole still gaping, the puffy red flesh of my rosebud exposed and glistening even without me pushing it out. the last of the cum from the night before slowly dribbled from the ruined mess that had once been my tight little butthole. I let myself slip off the bench onto the floor so that I could wriggle my body in the mess I had made, feeling the slippery slime soak into my skin. I lapped up a good deal of what was left after that, craving the sweet taste of cum now more than ever. Once I had the majority cleaned up, I mopped up what was left with my lacy pink bra and the matching panties, witch were now completely soaked. I found a nice plug that was shaped like a dog's cock, complete with a fat knot at the base, and eased it into my battered fuckhole,my clit giving one last feeble squirt as the knot popped in, then I slid my wet panties and cum-soaked bra back on. I decided to relax in the booth and finish the fuck-flick I had been enjoying so much, so I stretched myself out on the bench and loaded another shard into my pipe. Clarence would be home any second, and I really wanted to let him catch me in his playroom after having snooped all around his place and used his toys without permission It was just as the final scene began to get into full swing when I heard the front door open...

Part 5: Interlude - Bad mornings Michael: The bright glare of the morning sun hit Michael’s face like a slap. He pulled his pillow over his face and rolled over. Just wanted to sleep. Just a bit more. He tossed and turned and tried to get comfortable. Hoping that sleep would return. But no. Sleep had slipped away in that one moment. He groaned and looked over at the clock. Ten o’clock. Lucky it was a Saturday. He wasn’t working today. It didn’t feel like he had slept at all. He sat up. Still fully dressed from when he had crashed on the bed the night before. His head throbbed and he felt a little nauseated. Just how much did he have to drink at the club, he wondered. He reluctantly crawled out of bed and wandered into the bathroom. Hauling out his cock, his pride and joy, he allowed his piss to flow into the toilet. Something about that first morning piss always felt so satisfying. He gave himself a playful stroke but decided he wasn’t in the mood for a wank and tucked his dick away. He washed his hands and then realised he had washed away the phone number the guy had written on his hand the night before. What was his name again? Sam? Steve? No… Seb, that was it. Oh well. Not like he was actually going to call him anyway, he decided. He glanced up and his reflection in the mirror. Damn. He looked like shit. His eyes red, heavy bags beneath. His eyes squinting in the harsh bathroom light that only made his headache worse. His hair a classic example of bedhead. He stopped. Looked closer. Was that? No! It couldn’t be. He couldn’t deny it though. The grey hair was all too visible despite his naturally pale blond hair. He grabbed his tweezers and pulled it out. Then another. And another. Until he was satisfied. He tossed the tweezers down in disgust and jumped in the shower. He needed to work out, get his blood moving, but he just didn’t feel like it. He took a long, hot shower instead. Letting the water run down his back. After towelling himself off, he picked up his phone and checked messages on his phone. Just an email from Tommy with the picture he had taken at the club. It was a nice picture he decided. Michael sent a text to Scott. “Coffee?” A few minutes wait before he received the reply. “Sure.” Michael got dressed and headed out the door. Scott: Scott offered Michael a little wave as his friend walked into their favourite coffee shop. “You look like I feel.” Scott smiled. “I feel worse than I look. How much did we drink last night?” “Too much. Maybe we are getting old and can’t handle our liquor anymore.” Michael grimaced. “Speak for yourself. But at least you had some fun.” Scott put on his poker face. There was no way in hell he was going to tell Michael about what happened with David. “Yeah… it was fun. How about you?” Michael shrugged, noncommittally. “Don’t know. It was just a weird night. Need to get a coffee… you want another one?” “Sure. Skinny latte.” Michael: Michael walked to the counter and ordered the drinks. The twink behind the counter gave him a friendly smile… but it was just a smile. No lingering glance, no licking his lips, no attempt at a seductive pose. Just a smile. Odd…. the twink always tried hopelessly to flirt with him. “Who cares?” he told himself, he wasn’t interested in the twink anyway. “Hey!” A voice said behind him. Michael turned. It was the guy from the park. Seb. “Oh, hey Seb.” “You remember my name. Is that a good sign?” “It must be.” Michael said noncommittally. Seb leaned forward and whispered in Michael’s ear. “Hope we get to meet up again. I think you owe me a good fuck.” Michael felt Seb slip something into his hand. “In case you lost this.” Seb smiled. Michael down at the paper… a phone number. “Yeah… yeah… that would be great.” The twink behind the coffee bar returned with two steaming cups. “Your lattes, sir.” Michael picked up the two cups. “Well… need to get back to my friend. Will give you a call sometime.” “I’m looking forward to it.” Seb said before stepping up the counter and ordering his own drink. “So. Who was that?” Scott asked as Michael sat down with the coffees. “Just some guy from the club last night.” “Not the freak who wanted to fuck you?” “Oh god, no.” Michael shuddered at the memory. There was something in the back of his mind, something he couldn’t quite put his finger on, something about the freak that had seemed so familiar. Well. Maybe if he hadn’t had quite so much to drink. Michael didn’t want to think about the freak though. As quickly as he could he changed the subject. “So. You and David, huh? Everything you were hoping for?” It was Scott’s turn to look uncomfortable and to change the subject as quickly as he could. Thinking about David made Michael think he should get to the gym. Just a bit longer he told himself.

The sweat began pouring off him, making the taught muscles in his back stretch and strain. His beautiful hole stretched to accommodate me, flushed red as I pulled an inch out then back in. Jake pulled his dick out of Tanner's mouth, coated in saliva and slime. Tanner coughed as Jake shoved the poppers back under Tanner's nose. He breathed the fumes deep, "Again" Jake commanded, gently slapping Tanner. He inhaled again, big black puppy dog eyes staring straight at Jake's cock. "Again!" Jake chided. Tanner inhaled for a third time. Jake put the bottle away, waited as the first wave of amyl hit the boy before reaching down, bringing the boys wet lips to his, passionately kissing him full of his tongue. I heard Tanner sigh. The poppers hit him hard and he lifted his body to meet the kiss, sliding further down my shaft. He sighed again, contendetly ...I pulled him fully onto my lap so that he was kneeling on my cock. "Mmmm" he moaned into Jake's mouth as I bounced into him. Grabbing his firm pecs as leverage, pinching his tight nipples causing him to buck into my lap with moans of pleasure. Jake got up and disappeared into the kitchen, saliva covered cock swinging as he left to get some supplies. I pushed Tanner forward so he was half resting on the chair and began pumping in and out of his relaxing hole, losing myself in the tight folds of his perfect ass. Free to moan, Tanner let loose. Grunting and sighing like a seasoned boy whore. I felt my dick pulse some of my fertile pre seed into him, lubing him up as I went. "Yeah..." He began to mutter "Yes" as I hit his prostate with each thrust. "Fuck" he screamed... "I'm going to fucking cum" he yelled, as I maintained momentum. "No you don't" Jake said evily, I hadn't even heard him come back in. He dropped my supply bag on the floor next to us, and quickly ducked under Tanner...flicking the boys rising balls, boiling with his seed. The pain shot through his muscle frame but wasn't enough, as my anal onslaught drove his prostate into overdrive. "I'm cumming!!" Tanner yelled again, tears running down his face overcome with the sensations his body was feeling. Jake grunted angrily, grabbed Tanner's ball sack, yanking it tight to stop the flow of teen cum from escaping up his neg boy shaft. Caught in an orgasm without release Tanner bucked furiously onto my dick, abandoned to the futile sensations emanating from his ass. His ass walls contracted as the wave of anti-pleasure washed over him, milking my poz shaft for its toxic payload. "Please" Tanner screamed as Jake tightened his grip. "I...Uh...Uh...I've got...to ...Uh...cum!" "Not yet" Jake growled as Tanner's whole frame shook from my physical onslaught. His cunt was red and puffy but, felt like warm velvet inside, slick with friction. My hips took control, I couldn't stop fucking the boy if I wanted...he'd done something I didn't think was possible...he'd taken back the dominance, fucking himself on my thick tool, commanding his pain and my pleasure. "I'm going to breed you son!" I cried "Fuck you full of my poz babies" "You want that? You want my hot poz babies in you?" The boy cried out as I felt my cock expand in his chute. "Tell him" Jake cooed, rubbing the boys sweaty back as he maintained his grip on the boy's balls all the time whispering sweet pig words in the jock's chem sensitive ear. "I want it" he breathed "What?" I yelled, "Please...Fuck me full of your poz cock, I want...Uh....Uh...I want you to poz up my jock hole....please!!" He yelled "You fucking little slut" I screamed, fucking him as if my life, or rather his life, depended on it. He cried out again as another anti-orgasm overtook him. "Poz me up!! Uhhhh!" That pushed me over the edge, my balls suddenly spewed rope after rope of my thick, white death spooge up the boy. "Fuck yes!!" I screamed, feeling my cum, bathing my dick in its warmth as I filled him up. My orgasm swept up from my toes and ended with my sixth, seventh injection of boiling cum up the boy. The boy breathed heavily, pulsing his ring around my dick... "Th...Thank you" he whimpered "Looks like the boy might be learning" Jake laughed, releasing the boy's sack from his grip. "You don't get to cum Tanner till we're sure you're good and pregnant" Jake smirked flicking the boys balls again, making sure the pain registered over and above the jock's desire for release. "How long that takes is up to you..." Jake cooed, "but, the next time you blast that jock boy seed, it'll carry some pretty potent DNA..." "Thank you!" Tanned cried through the pain and I couldn't help but smile broadly...this was going to be one hell of a conversion. I heard Jake rustling in my goody bag and began to withdraw from Tanner's pulsing anus. "Uh...uhhhh" Tanner whimpered, as my dick pulled out. My shaft was covered in pink cummy foam... "Nice" I said..."very nice" My cock head reached his sphincter and I brutally popped it out. He winced as his hole winked shut, a rivulet of my cum dribbling down his crack. As he breathed out hard his hole would open ever so gently, causing more cum to leak out. He sighed deeply, probably thinking he was done. As Jake prepared some 'treats' next to me, I swung our conquest around, planted his sweet mouth on my shaft and fucked my cock clean. We weren't nearly done.

Not a fan of bath houses but definitely love fucking bare in public, especially at the local cruise bar when I'm leaning on the bar among the crowd drinking beer and then the top just starts fucking away at my hole. Shocked the crowd when a friend fucked me like that a couple of weeks ago hehe. Haven't done it like that with tops taking turns - but that definitely sounds way hot. *quickly adds to his cumbucketlist*

My boyfriend and I met Miguel on Manhunt about 4 years ago. Awesome top, nice body, with a big uncut cock. The first couple times he came over, he fucked both of us—once he dumped his load into my boyfriend, the second time to me—but he barely said two words. His screen name...well, I probably shouldn’t say it here, but let’s just say it was a clever, very masculine way of implying he had a big dick and wasn’t verbal. At some point I set to work on making him more verbal, and by the time I was done, he had become by far the best verbal top I’ve ever been with. I brought out a mean streak in him you wouldn’t believe. He could crush me into total submission in 30 seconds, whether I was high or sober. He knew exactly how to push my buttons, and then he’d hit them with a fucking sledgehammer. He came over a few more times, getting more and more into it each time. He’d make me worship his thick 9.5” uncut cock, say nasty things to me, then make me watch as he fucked the ass off my boyfriend and blew a monster load inside him. I tried to take video once, but he angrily slapped the camera out of my hand. I should have hidden the damn camera. It turned out he’s only into 1 on 1; we’re the only ones he ever did a 3-way with. The only reason he did it with us was he couldn’t resist fucking my boyfriend’s gorgeous bubble butt. After a few times with us, he realized he was in control and we’d do anything he wanted. So one night when we were partying, I texted him, begging him to come over, but instead he made me drive my boyfriend over to his place and sit in the car waiting while they fucked in his apartment. He called me and put his phone on speaker so I could hear the whole thing. He even fucked my boyfriend standing up against the window so I could see from a distance. It was early morning, just getting light out, so nobody walked by, but I don’t know if any of the neighbors could see. I kind of hoped someone else was watching. That happened a few more times, but he had me send my boyfriend over while I stayed home alone, undoubtedly so he could spend more time fucking him. One time he sent my boyfriend home with two loads inside him, and texted me telling me to suck the cum out. Oh my fucking god, was there a lot of cum. About 3 hours after that he texted me, ordering ME to come over. He fucked the shit out of me, while telling me all about how much my boyfriend loved getting fucked by him. It was SO fucking hot! Unfortunately my boyfriend is a little uncomfortable talking to me about how good another guy fucks him—he doesn’t really get why I’m so turned on by being humiliated—so I could never get all the juicy details out of him. The last time I saw Miguel was a little over a year ago. I was at work and we started texting each other. I don’t remember, but I’m sure I was the one who texted him first. Within a half hour, he had me so worked up that I was literally BEGGING him to let me come over and pay him $300 (my idea, not his) to verbally abuse me, make fun of my small dick, and fuck me. (He’s not a pro, never was.) Before he agreed, he made me take a picture of three $100 bills next to my “baby dick” and send it to him. Man, when this guy goes to work on you, you’ll do ANYTHING he wants. I got three hundreds from the bank, came back to work and went to the bathroom to take the picture. For good measure I doused my cock in cold water to make it as small as possible. A short wave of panic came over me as I snapped the picture. What the fuck am I doing? I can’t afford this! I clicked SEND. “good boy. leave work NOW. be here in 30 min” Shit! I hadn’t expected that. Still, an order is an order. I made a lame excuse, left work three hours early and was at his door just in time. I was trembling in fear and excitement as he let me in. There were some contractors there just finished with some work on his place, getting ready to leave. Miguel pointed at the couch and said “sit there.” I sat there and waited obediently for about 15 minutes, not saying a word, as the workers got their stuff together and left. Nervous and still trembling, I tried to look “normal” in front of the workers. Miguel was talking to them, ignoring me completely. After they left, I thought he might say “Sorry about that” or something. He didn’t. He told me to stand up. Then he told me to strip down to my underwear, stand in the corner and wait for him. “Yes Sir,” I whispered. He left me standing there for a good 10 minutes; I could hear him doing some things around his place. I didn’t know or care what he was doing, I just stood there as I was told, feeling very exposed. Miguel came back in the room, still fully dressed. Seeing that I had obeyed him, he said “Good boy.” He walked toward me and stopped a few feet away, just standing there. I started trembling harder. My heart was racing, I could feel it pounding in my throat. After a few seconds, I looked down at the bulge in his pants and found I couldn’t take my eyes off it. “Yeah?” he said softly, gently grabbing his crotch. “You want this?” “Yes, sir,” I whispered with shaky breath. “Come here.” I approached him, still looking at his bulge. “Look at me.” I obeyed, knowing that he could see the look of desire and terror in my eyes. “Now get on your knees. “ I dropped down and his bulge was directly in front of my face. I leaned toward it and he said “Don’t move.” He started rubbing his crotch and his bulge immediately started getting bigger, just a few inches from my face. Teasing me. My eyes were locked onto it. I didn’t move. He unzipped his jeans and pulled them down a few inches. I could see the thickening shaft of his cock in his briefs. He squeezed it and rubbed it. I kept getting thicker. My breath hitched. “What’s this?” He said, giving it another squeeze. He spoke quietly, his voice deep and very masculine. “A big beautiful cock,” I whispered. “Fuck yeah, boy,” he said. “Your cock anywhere near this big?” “NO sir!” “Yeah, I know. I can tell right now how small it is.” His words were slow and deliberate. He was in complete control and he knew it. I didn’t move, I just knelt there in front of him, my eyes on the outline of his cock, hands at my sides, awaiting his next orders. “You wanna see what a REAL man’s cock looks like?” “YES sir!” I whispered loudly, with no attempt to hide the desperation in my voice. “Please let me see your big dick, sir!” He pulled his briefs down enough to let his thick, beautiful cock swung out, just a couple inches from my mouth. It was almost all the way hard. I let out a gasp. I resisted the urge to just attack it and suck like crazy. Instead, I started to move my face toward it to see if he’d let me keep going. “No. Stay there.” He grabbed it and started stroking. It was fully hard now and I could see precum already glistening on the tip. He stroked it with long, smooth strokes. Up and down the shaft. Up and down. Then he started to work on me. “Yeah, take a goooood look at that big dick, boy.” Stroke. Stroke. “You’ll NEVER have a cock like this.” Stroke. Stroke. I was mesmerized by the big uncut dick right in front of me. “You’re stuck with that worthless little baby dick.” Oh, fuck....here we go. Do it, stud. Hurt me. “You know that, don’t you boy?” “Yes Sir,” I whispered weakly. Everything he said hit me like a slug in the gut. He spoke very quietly, knowing his words were crushing me. “Yeah, boy. Your pathetic little cock can never compare to this.” Stroke. Stroke. “That’s why your boyfriend comes here...he needs a REAL man to fuck him.” Oof! That one literally knocked the wind out of me—I could hardly breathe. I started shaking and almost doubled over. He chuckled. “You know that, don’t you boy?” “Y-yes...Sir...” I managed to get out, in a barely audible whisper. I was almost hyperventilating. Stroke. Stroke. “That’s right. Your boyfriend comes here when he needs a man who can satisfy him.” That felt like a kick to the stomach. It was mean. It was abusive. And it was true. Stroke. Stroke. “Right, boy?” “Yes, Sir.” Stroke. Stroke. “That’s right. Your boyfriend leaves you and comes here when he needs MY big cock inside him.” Stroke. Stroke. He was relentless. “And you know he thinks about me fucking him whenever he jerks off, right, boy?” Another verbal gut-punch. “Yes sir.” “Because I have the kind of cock your boyfriend needs to satisfy him.” “Yes sir.” Then he moved in for the kill. “Because you can’t.” That one hit me like a kick in the balls. My eyes rolled back and I felt dizzy, like I’d just done a hit of strong poppers. I was having trouble breathing. “You know that boy?” “Yes...s-sir......” I whispered meekly. “That’s right. Your boyfriend needs me because you can’t satisfy him. Right, boy?” “Yes sir.” “Look at me and say it.” I looked up at him. Was he serious? “Say it,” he said more firmly. Oh, fuck... “My boyfriend...” “Yes?” “My boyfriend needs your cock, Sir.” “Fuck yeah, he does. Tell me why.” “Be...Because I can’t...satisfy....him....” I felt myself getting weaker and weaker. “That’s right. And why does he come to me?” “Because he needs a real man to fuck him.” “Good boy. It’s good that you know your place. Open your mouth.” Finally! I couldn’t have taken much more torture while being deprived of worshiping his massive cock. I opened my mouth wide, waiting for him to fill my mouth and throat. He said, “Stick out your tongue.” He squeezed his cock and, holy shit, look at all that precum gushing out. He positioned the tip right over my tongue and used it to wipe the precum off. I slurped it into my mouth and tasted it. Mmm... “Open up.” He slid his cock into my mouth as far as it could go, about halfway. I sucked on it hungrily, but couldn’t deep throat it. It was just too big. “Yeah, SUCK that big dick, boy.” He grabbed the back of my head and tried to force his cock down my throat. I gagged but he kept forcing it. Finally I choked and reflexively pulled back off it. Tears were running down my cheeks. “Too much for you, huh boy? Too bad no one will ever have that problem with you. No one will ever choke on that worthless little pindick.” “Yes sir.” I sucked on him as deep as I could. After a couple minutes he pulled out of my mouth and said “It’s nice, isn’t it?” “Yes sir! Fucking big beautiful stud cock!” “You want this inside you?” “Fuck yeah sir!” “Good little bitch. Get the money. Go in the bedroom and wait on the bed. Now.” He walked out of the room and I did as I was told. After a couple minutes he came in with a camera, started it recording and set it on the nightstand pointed at me. “Get on your hands and knees.” I obeyed. He was standing next to the bed, his cock directly in front of my face. The camera was about 3 feet away, recording only my face and his massive cock. I started sucking on it and he grabbed my head and turned it so I was looking at the camera while sucking him. I thought dimly, Oh fuck. He could totally blackmail me with this video! But I wanted him to have that power over me. I put on a show for the camera, passionately worshiping his thick hard cock, slurping up and down the entire length. “Good boy. You like that dick?” “I fuckin’ LOVE this big beautiful dick, sir!” “Yeah? And who needs this big dick more than you?” “My boyfriend needs this big dick, sir.” “What does he need?” “He needs this cock inside him.” “Why?” “He needs to get fucked by a real man, sir.” “That’s right, slut. Tell me why.” “Because I can’t satisfy him.” “Right. Because you’re a fuckin’ worthless pussy.” “Yes sir.” “Look into the camera and say it.” “I’m a fuckin’ worthless pussy with a small dick. My boyfriend needs your cock inside him. He needs a real man. You’re the stud who can give him what he needs, sir.” Now he REALLY had blackmail material on me. No turning back. I was totally humiliated on camera. He owned me now. “Good boy. Get that money.” I reached over and picked up the three hundreds off the bed, holding them in clear view of the camera. He didn’t take them. “What’s that for?” “For the privilege of worshiping your big beautiful cock, sir.” “And what else?” “To pay you to fuck my boyfriend the way he needs to get fucked.” “Good boy.” That was the answer he was looking for. He reached down and, one by one, pulled the bills from me. I felt weaker and weaker. He turned and put the bills on his dresser. “Thank you, Sir.” Somehow it felt right to thank him for completely fucking me over and humiliating me on camera. “That’s a good little bitch. Turn around.” I turned and arched my back to give him my ass, lowering to my elbows for a more submissive angle. He tossed a bottle of poppers in front of me on the bed. I took three big hits off the bottle as he lubed up, then felt him slapping that massive cock against my ass. I heard him turn the camera to record him fucking me, then felt his cock head press against my hole. Oh, fuck...here we go... The poppers kicked in and my ass yielded, just as he began to enter me. He grabbed my hips and slowly slid his big cock all the way inside me, stretching me, filling me all the way up. I surrendered my body to him—my body was his now. He began to pump in and out. “Ohhhh god,” I moaned. “SO fucking big...” Big, and thick. Painfully big and thick. And rock hard. It hurt—I wasn’t stretched out enough yet—but somehow the pain didn’t bother me. It wasn’t my body any more, he owned it, so the pain didn’t really belong to me. I let go and relished the pain as he began fucking me harder. “How’s that big dick feel, boy?” “It feels fucking GREAT, sir!” “Yeah? You like my cock inside your pussy ass?” “Fuck yeah! Please fuck me, sir!” He tightened his grip on my hips and began pounding me harder. The pain, which had begun to subside, flashed through me again. I let it. He began to work up a good rhythm and I felt his skin slapping against mine as he drilled me deep. The pain subsided as he stretched my hole open. I began to moan with each stroke: “uh....uh...uh....” I was delirious with pleasure and submission. I thought about the control he had over me: In less than two hours, he made me leave work and come to his house; degraded and emasculated me; made me humiliate myself on video; taken my money; and now I was on all fours, moaning as he fucked me doggy style with his massive cock. And then he delivered the coup de grace. “This is how your boyfriend likes it.” “OH FUCK!” I shouted. Somewhere deep inside me, I felt the last tattered shred of my masculinity ripped away. In my head was the image of my gorgeous boyfriend, on all fours, his beautiful round ass in the air, moaning like crazy with that massive, thick, rock-hard, raw cock pounding him. My eyes rolled back in my head. I was crushed. Wrecked. Destroyed. Because that’s exactly how my boyfriend likes it. “Ohhhhhhhhh,” I moaned. He was pounding me full-force now. “You know that, don’t you boy?” “YES SIR! Fuck yeah! You’re a fuckin’ stud!” “Yeah, your boyfriend is my bitch! His ass belongs to me. He’ll do anything I say! Right, boy?” “Yes sir! My boyfriend is your bitch! You own his ass sir!” “That’s right! Now TAKE that big dick, you worthless fuckin’ pussy!” “Fuck yeah sir! I am SUCH a fuckin’ pussy! RAPE my worthless faggot ass!” His fucking intensified. My body bounced back and forth. It felt like he was fucking me within an inch of my life. “You want my big load, bitch?” “YES SIR! Please fuck your load deep inside me!” I felt his cock swelling up even thicker. He grabbed my hips with an iron grip. “NNNNGGGGGG!!!” he shouted as I felt his cum gush into me. He slammed his cock into me a few more times, then pulled hard on me, forcing him cock as deep into me as he possibly could, and held me there. I felt it pulsing inside me as his hot load filled me up. My own cock erupted and I started shooting cum all over his bed. “Feel it pumping inside you?” “Ohhhh yeah.... Fuck yeah.....” I could feel the warmth of his cum filling me up. My own orgasm was wracking my body. “Good boy.” He relaxed his grip and pumped me a few more times, catching his breath, then pushed all the way back in. “Now squeeze.” I moaned, and squeezed his cock as hard as I could. Slowly he pulled out as I squeezed the last of his load from his cock into my ass. I felt his cock pulse a couple more times. He pulled all the way out and I collapsed on the bed. I was totally spent. He walked to the other side of the room, picked up a small towel and wiped his cock off with it, then tossed it at me. I did my best to clean my cum off his bed, then wiped up the cum and lube dripping out of my hole. He took the towel from me and I tried to get up, but couldn’t summon the energy. I flopped onto my back and lay there, still panting. I watched numbly as he put his underwear and a pair of sweat pants on. Finally he turned to me and said, “Now get the fuck out.” With his command my energy came back. I hopped off the bed and was dressed and ready to leave in about two minutes. He was holding the door open for me; it wasn’t polite, it was I’m done with you, faggot. As I walked out the door, he looked at me with a cocky little smile. I said, “See you.” He didn’t say a word. I drove home, feeling his cum in my ass the whole way. Man, that was the best $300 I ever spent. I never saw him again. I texted him a month or so after that, but he told me to fuck off, that he had a boyfriend and to lose his number. Hopefully I’ll see him around somewhere, just to get that shudder through my body when he looks at me. He’ll probably ignore me, but maybe, just maybe, he’ll give me that same cocky little smile one more time...