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Part 4 I woke up with Dante's cock so lodged in my ass. I started to think about what I had done with him the night before, the pipe I was given to smoke, two of Dante's crew fucking right in front of me, at how good Dante made me feel and was making me feel at that moment with his hardening cock inside my ass. There was also a feeling of guilt at all I had done. Instinctively I began to move my ass I an attempt to milk his cock for another load. As wrong as it might have been the only thing I knew was that I needed him to cum inside me again and again. This was what I meant to be, a white boy whore born to service a dominant black man. As I worked my ass was much as I possibly could I thought I felt Dante begin to stir. Dante I knew my new white fuck toy was awake as I began to think of what I was going to call him. All of my crew had specific nick names and this boy needed a special one from me as he started to work his ass on my hard cock had been lodged inside him since I fucked that last load inside him before we went to sleep. This would be the first and (for the moment) only white boy in my crew. His only duty would be to be my fuck hole. He had the nicest ass I had ever had the opportunity to fuck. I’ve figured my entire crew, including the straight boys, and this white, home boy was great. He was fresh like white bread. That’s it, I’ll call him Home Slice. It was time to give Home Slice was he was trying to work for as I grabbed his hips, pulled him to his knees as I a show, methodical fuck of this white boy I claimed as my own fuck whole. As I fucked him, making him moan with every in and of movement of my cock, I asked him, “How's my Home Slice feeling?” His response said it all as he moaned a couple times before answering, “Fantastic, I love you cock inside my ass. I can’t wait to feel it throb inside me.” I let Home Slice know, “You’ll get my dirty cum when I’m ready to give it to you. I want you to enjoy this fuck before some of my boys teach you how to suck cock. You’ll have all afternoon to get it down before tonight.” I went on telling him “Now that you’re part of my crew I need to give you a new name to match, I came up with Home Slice. Your ass is uniquely fresh like a slice of white bread, and being a white, home boy, I figured Home Slice fit you perfectly.” As I said this I knew he was liking the name and attention he was getting as I felt his ass working harder to milk my load out of me. I wasn’t going to disappoint him as I picked up my pace, my breathing noticeably changed and I grabbed his hips and rammed my cock in deep inside Home Slice and fired my load deep inside. I kept my all hard cock inside his great ass trying to resist the urge to keep fucking him, knowing me needed to learn to suck cock properly. I had a group of gay boys coming over to teach Home Slice how to suck deep throat a cock. I gave him one more thrust and what cum was left in me before I pulled out letting him know that other then this ‘training’ no one else in the crew was to ever try to fuck him or hey him to suck their cock. His ass belonged to me and me alone and I would decide if he was to be fucked by anyone other then me, and you will be naked when I’m here with you or only a pair of your boxer briefs. You looked so damn hot I them when your shorts came off. Now it’s time for you to learn to suck cock.” Home Slice Dante had given me my name as a new member of his crew. I really liked Home Slice, and the fuck he left me with was amazing. He must have shot his cum very deep in my ass cause with his cock no longer inside me none of it leaked out. Dante walked out of his bedroom leaving me alone in the room for a could minutes before four naked guys came into the room. I recognized one of them from my high school and a sudden fear came over me that everyone from school would soon know about me and Dante. The first thing my classmate told me, “Don’t worry Chris, if I were to tell anyone Dante would probably kill me.” He laughed a little at his own comment telling me he was dead serious. They began to teach me and demonstrate how to suck cock, how to avoid gagging and focusing on the pleasure my mouth and throat can provide not just the guy I’m sucking but the pleasure that will bring me. This was followed by my starting to suck each of them starting with the guy with the smallest cock, probably about 6-6.5” to the guy with the biggest, that had you be a just smaller then Dante’s cock (who happened to be my high school classmate). As I thought about how pleased Dante would be if I could properly suck his cock the task of giving head became easier as I followed their instructions and was soon getting every cock into my throat. I gagged a couple times, but tried to focus on the pleasure I was providing. With that I mind I found myself easily not just taking the guys cock into my throat, but learning how to use my throat to milk the cock. One of the guys teaching me let me know, “The last thing you need to learn is you swallow the guys cum.” Somewhere in the back of my head I knew I’d have to eat a guy’s cum. One by one sucked each guy’s cock to completion. The first guy gave me plenty of warning before he for his cum in my mouth. My first taste of cum wasn't that bad, a little bit of sweet and salty that I knew I’d cum to love. The next guy gave my less time to prepare for him to fill my mouth. His cum tasted a little different, not that bad, but again I knew that I’d be expected to swallow no matter the taste just like I was to accept any cum that was to be shot into my ass. The next one gave me no warning, but somehow I knew when he was ready and didn’t spill a drop. By this time I was eager to swallow his cum. The taste began to grow on me as I eagerly swallowed his load. The last guy, my schoolmate, told me, “Dante wants me to ready you for a skull fucking if I think you can handle it, and I think you can.” I began sucking him, getting him hard as he let me know to take a breath every chance I was given. Once he was hard a steel in he grabbed my head and without a word began to face fuck me. Every so often he works bury his cock I’m my throat cutting of my air supply before pulling out just long enough for me to get a quick breath of air before resuming face fucking me. What really surprised me was even he buried his cock you the root in my throat and I felt his cock throb as he delivered his cum directly to my stomach. He pulled back towards the end of if orgasm allowing me a taste of his cum. He had the best tasting cum of all of the guys teaching me. After that left me in Dante’s room it was only a few minutes before Dante returned. Nothing was said, I knew why he was there and that was to see how I well I could suck cock. I knew he wasn’t going to be disappointed. Dante I had the four white boys wait while I was going to see how well Home Slice had become as a new cock sucker. I told them, “You can hang out with my crew while I check out how well you taught Home Slice. Be sure you keep them happy in any way that they want.” The four white boys knew what I meant by keeping my crew happy as the familiar pipe appeared and the Tina addicts quickly began to smoke. Knowing my crew, I was sure that when I returned to check in them, they’d be spun out of there mind after being slammed. I only knew of one of them that was definitely a slammer and two that had never had slammed before. I made sure that all the action would be recorded for me to watch at a later time. I went to my room to find Home Slice still naked and waiting for me. Not a word was spoken as I sat on the bed resting against the head board with my legs spread and a soft cock waiting for a warm mouth. Home Slice climbed up between my legs and without hesitation took my black cock into his wet and warm mouth. As he went to work sucking and licking my cock began to respond as it grew and soon ground it’s way into his throat. The first the me deep throated me I nearly lost my load. Those boys did good and I was sure that they were enjoying themselves as I began to hear coughing coming from the living room. As good as Home Slice was doing in my cock I had to see how he wound handle a large load of cum shot into his mouth. The work he was doing on sucking me was getting me very close to cumming. I’ve always be one who could hold off cumming easily, but knew this want the time for me to hold back. I gave no warning as I began to fill his mouth with a big load of my cum (no matter how many times I cum my volume barely diminished. He has already taken a good fuck from me, he’s been and to deep throat my big black cock, if he swallows my spunk he’ll be ready for Miguel’s visit tonight. Ready or not get was about to get it from me as I began to fill his mouth. At first it didn’t look like he was going to handle the missive load I was giving him but before I knew it, he began to swallow it down as I continued to fill him up. A little bit leaked out the corner of his mouth but it wasn't enough to matter to me as I finished shooting and he finished swallowing. He was ready!

Part 38 　 I awoke with a start and it took awhile to get my bearings. I was in my own bed, but what had awakened me? I listened and could hear a littl bit of noise. I got up and pressed my ear to the wall and, of course, could hear the noise clearly then. It was definitely the sounds of someone being bred. I got out of bed and noticed it was still light out and looked at the clock. It was about 7pm, so I had been asleep for a few hours anyway. I felt somewhat refreshed and ready to see what was going to happen next. Did I even really want to know or join in? Should I just quit and hope this had been just a wild fling and tomorrow get my ass to the doctor and see if I could stop this virus from taking hold in me. I needed a drink to calm down and think about this. I padded downstairs then, naked still, and headed to the kitchen to get something to drink. I soon had myself a nice Rum and Coke fixed and headed back to the livingroom to sit and think. It was going to be a hard decision. I thought I might still be mostly straight, but then what about what I had been doing the past week? Maybe I was BI and then again it had been the best sex I had ever had, so maybe I should just go gay all the way and enjoy myself? What to do? I sat there nursing my drink for a good hour or maybe a little more and then became aware there was someone knocking on the kitchen door. I got up and headed out there to find Hank there with a big smile on his face. As I opened the door, his smile got bigger and he reached out and grabbed me in a bear hug and planted a kiss on me. He then asked, "how are you doing? We are getting ready to party some more tonight and have about 4 more different guys coming over to get loaded up. I was hoping to be with you, though, most of the time." I told him, "I'm doing ok, I guess. Was just sitting here with a drink and trying to figure out what I want to do." His smile went away and he got serious and said, "Oh, I was hoping you had already decided to join up with our merry band. I would love to be with you a lot more." I said, "it is just so sudden. I have no idea what I'm doing or what I want to do or anything. It has been great though." Hank then said, "well, I do like you a lot and you do turn me on like nothing has before. Maybe we can just take it slow and easy and see what happens?" I smiled then and he leaned towards me and planted another kiss on me as he put his arms around me in a nice gentle hug. I couldn't help myself and returned the kiss and the hug. I could feel his cock start to grow almost immediately and stepped back to look down at it as it grew to its full size. Hank grinned and said, "see, I just can't help myself around you. I just get turned on immediately. What do you think I should do with this?" Without thinking anymore, I pulled him inside and closed the door. I took ahold of his throbbing member and stroked it a few times as my own cock stiffened up. I then said, "I can't help it but get turned on when you are near either. Maybe we should see what we can do with these nice hard tools? With that, we headed into the other room and upstairs to my room.

The following is a true account I had not had dick in far too long, and with the loss of craigslist personals I wasnt sure how to reliably find any. I went through the usual sites, and as luck would have it a new user on A4A had messaged me. The picture was a fat black cock, which had my immediate attention. We messaged back and forth, and everything seemed to fit into place, he was nearby and could host, he had condoms, lube and poppers not to mention a big black cock (just over 9 inches he claimed). Soon enough I was on my way, with little more than an address and a screenname from the website. When I arrived I was greeted by a heavyset black man, he invited me into his rather nice place, and immediately pointed out the bedroom. We walked in and he started to disrobe, apparently not much for talking. I got naked as well, and took a few big hits of his fresh poppers. we got in bed and I got his dick in my mouth as fast as I could. I was a bit put out, as his cock appeared quite small, and for a minute or two did not appear to be getting hard. My efforts were rewarded however, as it began to swell significantly, growing to 9 inches and more as claimed. His cock was both long and very thick, stretching my jaw once it reached its fullness. His cock was uncut which drives me insane, and I impressed him as best I could by taking the entire monster member down my throat. I arched up my back and he began to play with my hole, which made me impale myself as hard as I could on his cock, gagging and choking. He pulled my head from his cock, slid out from underneath me, and pushed my head down into the mattress. With my hole totally exposed he dove in with his tongue. He proceeded to eat me expertly, slipping his tongue deep inside of me. I squirmed and moaned and was liquid in his hands. I felt his mouth retreat, and he slapped his wet cock directly on my hole. He leaned over me, making me moan as he pressed agaisnt me, and reached for the nightstand. He grabbed the lube and left the condoms. I felt the cool lube against my hole, and he pressed his cockhead at my entrance. I was so horny and worked up that his head, fat as it was, fit right into me. He slowly sank his cock into me. I wanted to tell him to stop, to ask for the condoms we had both agreed on, but neither of us had said a word since hed invited me in, and I felt so amazing I couldnt make the words come out. It wasnt even a minute later that his entire cock was buried in my asshole. He worked it in and out slow, making me wiggle and push back for more. Once it was clear I was taking his cock no problem, he grabbed me by the neck and arched my back. He began to choke me hard and piston fuck my asshole like he wanted to hurt me. His massive cock reached my deepest places, and I began to cum hard all over the bed. Loss of air had me beginning to panic, and I said the first words I had that evening "Cum in me!" No time was wasted, and he began to grunt and his pace became slow and purposeful. I felt the hot cum dribble out behind his cock when he pulled out. I put on my clothes and left, not even a goodbye, and never learned his name. He deleted his A4A profile that night.

Tuesday Frank invited me over for dinner. I asked what I could bring and he replied just my sweet ass. I decided to bring a six pack of beer too. When I arrived I could smell the grill going and I found Frank on the back patio tending the grill in just a speedo and flip-flops on. He looked so sexy standing there next to the grill. I walked up to him but wasn’t sure how to greet him outside. His neighbors were too far away to see anything, but I didn’t want to kiss him outside if he didn’t want to. I didn’t have to wait long to find out, since he set down the tongs and gave me a big bear hug and a deep kiss. “Mike, you have too many clothes on” he said. I blushed and pulled my t-shirt off and looked back at him. “Jeans too” he said. I replied “But… I just have a jock on.” He laughed and said “Don’t worry, no one will see us back here. Rocky and I used to fuck all summer long out here and all we got was a curious squirrel. Besides, I like looking at that hot body of yours.” I took my jeans off and was walking around in my bare feet for a little while before the rocks were too hard on my feet and I put my boots back on. I could see his cock start to fill out his speedo and my own cock was stirring inside my jock. I usually wore a jock every day and would wear the same one for a week or more before washing it. I love to smell the sweat soaked fabric after I had worn one for several days and this one I had been wearing a week and a half. “Damn boy, you look fuckin’ hot there in your boots and jock. If these steaks weren’t just about ready I would bend you over that table and fuck your brains out” Frank said as he put the steaks on a plate. I loved it when he called me ‘boy.’ At first it just seemed to be natural based on our age difference, but the more I heard it the more I wanted to be his boy. We walked inside and he placed a steak on each plate at the dining room table. I stopped in the kitchen and put the beer in the fridge, saving two for dinner. I found a bottle opener hanging from the fridge and opened the bottles and went in to the dining room. The table was set up with a salad, the steak and a bowl of steamed broccoli. We sat down and ate our dinner mostly naked. The food was delicious - so much better than I normally ate. Frank got up and took our empty plates to the kitchen and came back with two dessert plates with a slice of cheesecake on each. “Are you trying to fatten me up for slaughter?” I asked. “No, not at all. But I know how students usually eat and thought you might like something nice for a change” Frank said. “Thank you, I appreciate it. It was the best meal I’ve had in a long time” I replied. “Don’t worry, I’m sure we’ll work off this meal very soon” he said with a sly grin. We finished our meal and I helped him clean up. We grabbed another pair of beers and sat on the couch, the TV on but just as background noise to our conversation. “Did you really have sex out on the patio?” I asked as I finished my second beer. “Quite a few times. We even tied each other up to trees in the woods. There is something magical about having sex out in the open, like our ancestors ten thousand years ago did. I guess thats something else that you have never experienced” Frank said. “No, I haven’t. I don’t want to get caught and arrested” I replied. “Thats the benefit of having a place out here. No one minds. The sheriff has even enjoyed some fun out here a time or two, but we want to keep that quiet” Frank said. I nodded and got up to get another beer for us. As I returned Frank was standing and was just turning off the TV. “I think we should take these downstairs and you can explore the play room” Frank said. “Uh, ok. I hope you will go easy on me. I just ate” I said with a chuckle. “Oh, I won’t start with the heavier stuff and you can tell me to stop any time. Tie your boots before we go down the stairs, I don’t want you to trip” Frank told me. We went down the steps and into the room. I was nervous and didn’t know what to expect. I had never done anything other than vanilla sex - suck, fuck, rim, kiss. I didn’t use toys and had never been tied up. I stood in the center of the room looking around and having flashbacks to some of the porn I had seen using the equipment. I felt Frank come up behind me and he whispered in my ear “what do you want to try first?” I looked around some more trying to find something that would be gentle and Frank slipped a leather cuff around my right hand and I heard a “click.” I went to look and he took my left hand and put a leather cuff around it too and the same click happened. I stared at the cuff that he had put around my wrists. “If you don’t decide quick, I will decide for you” Frank told me. My mind raced and I couldn’t figure out what to use. “Time’s up” Frank said as he pushed me to the cross. When I was standing in front of it, Frank grabbed my hand and raised it up and clipped the carabiner that was locking the cuff to my wrist into the loop on the top of the cross. I started to speak and he swiftly had my other hand clipped on to the hook on the other side. I couldn’t escape and the only reason I wasn’t panicking, yet, was because I trusted Frank. Soon I had my legs restrained like my wrists were, spread wide for easy access to my ass. I felt something brush up and down my crack. It felt cold and yet a little soft. “Are you scared or turned on, boy?” Frank asked. “A little bit of both” I replied. I felt something slap my ass and it stung. “You will address me as ‘Sir’” Frank said sternly. “I’m sorry, Sir” I said and my body shook slightly as I wasn’t sure how this was going to turn out. “That’s better, boy. You learn quick” he said with a sinister chuckle. I heard him take a big gulp of beer and move right behind me, his hairy chest against my back. He whispered in my ear “You are mine to use as I want, but I will go easy on you since this is your first time.” “Thank you, Sir” I said. I found myself aroused by his closeness and the thoughts of what he might do. My cock got stiffer and strained against the jockstrap. I felt him move away from me and wondered what he was up to. He came back and pulled a hood over my head. I heard it zip around the back of my head and while I could breathe easily through my mouth and nose, my vision was completely obscured. I felt a clip go on one of my nipples and he dropped the rest of it, but I felt a chain dangling down my chest, tugging on my nipple. Soon my other nipple was clipped and he tugged on the chain and both nipples got pinched. My cock twitched each time he pulled on the chain. “Well, my boy, how are you liking my playroom?” Frank said. It was a little hard to hear with my ears covered but I knew what he was asking. “I think we are going to have a lot of fun here” I said, not thinking of what the consequences could be. I felt the flogger slap my ass again. “Sir!” I added. “That’s better” Frank said. I felt his body against mine and wished that he would just use me and fuck me until he was completely exhausted and empty. “So, boy. You wanted to learn about using this room. Some people think that a dungeon like this is where people have wild sex. There’s so much more to it. Porn flicks are not good educational tools except for the basics. I have had guys down here for days at a time, but there were only two or three orgasms the entire session. There are so many ways to pleasure each other without fucking. Do you want to please me?” Frank said into my ear. “Yes, Sir!” I replied. It was the truth. I was really enjoying having someone that was more than a quick fuck and then go home. “Good, I am glad to hear it. I want to please you too. I want to teach you new things and maybe you can learn things about yourself that you never knew. “ Frank said as he reached around and tugged on the chain which pinched and tugged on my nipples. “When you submit to another man, you do not become his toy. You are an equal. Your pleasure comes from making your master happy. I will never abuse you. There may be pain but it will come either from you disobeying or because it stimulates you.” “Yes, Sir” I said. The sexual tension was causing my cock to get even harder. It was easy to just find a hot guy and just fuck or get fucked by him. The anticipation of what was going to happen next was driving me crazy. “I consider us right now to be at the ‘friends with benefits’ stage. I really consider you a friend, but also one I enjoy having sex with. We could continue like that or we can maybe take it a step further. This is a decision that both of us need to make. Do you want to continue like we have been or do you want to explore our relationship deeper?” Frank asked. I was trembling. What was the next step? I didn’t want to be just a slave to a man. Part of me wanted to continue having random casual sex with people I liked. But another part wanted more. To learn from someone like Frank would be a lot of fun and maybe he could teach me to give myself to someone more than just sexually. “Yes, I do, Sir” I replied. Over the next few hours, Frank taught me that desire was almost as good as the real thing. He could fuck me for a half hour, but if he could entice me and keep my attention on him, wanting him, doing anything to please him, our play could go on for hours and my orgasms would be bigger than I could ever imagine. Feeling his touch, whether it was from his hand or tongue or cock was amazing. My senses were concentrated on the ones that were still functioning - touch, smell and sounds. I finally felt his hands spread my ass apart and his face push in. His beard against my skin and his tongue on my hole were familiar feelings, but now it had been drawn out and my desire, almost cravings, for it were so much ore intense. When Frank’s cock entered me I screamed out “Oh FUCK YES!!!!” without even thinking about it. His raw cock inside my hole felt a hundred times better than it did a few days before and I enjoyed every second when that time. The pleasure was off the charts and I hoped that he felt it too. His cock pumped into me harder and harder and I needed it more and more. When I felt him shoot his load in me I came too, without touching myself, since I couldn’t. I had never felt that feeling before. Physically, his fuck was no more intense than most of them, but psychologically it was on another level. I felt like there was a liter of cum inside me and I had dumped just as much all over the wall and floor. I was still locked to the cross but I didn’t feel like I had been tied down and raped. Feeling his sweaty chest against my back, his heavy breathing and his cock still inside me was euphoric. I felt his arms reach around and hold me tight and he kept kissing the back of my neck. “Thank you, Mike” he said. I realized he didn’t use the term boy this time and I wondered where I went from ‘boy’ to ‘Mike’.” We stayed there for several minutes until his cock softened and fell out of my ass. He first removed the hood and I was blinded even with the dim light. Cum was dripping down my leg and I felt him release first my legs and then my wrists. I turned around and Frank embraced me again, kissing me deeply. A few minutes later, our kiss ended and he handed me my beer. My body was sweaty and I really needed something to rehydrate myself but I drank the beer down. “Did you enjoy that?” he asked as I was drinking. “Oh my god yes. I have never had such an intense experience like that with sex. Yeah, the orgasm can be amazing but it never lasts that long. You didn’t really fuck me any longer, but we went on for so long. I’ve never spent more than 10 or 15 minutes doing foreplay and that was so much more exciting. Frank stood there with a grin on his face. “I’m glad you enjoyed it. There are so many more things that we can do to enhance sex. These tools aren’t required, but they can also make things more interesting. If you want, we can keep trying new things.” Frank said. We walked over to the tiled area and rinsed ourselves off, washing and caressing each other’s bodies and ending with a long kiss as the water cascaded over us. “Mike, many people think of sex in these kinds of places to be a place where one person is the Dom and the other a sub. It doesn’t mean that the same person has to be the Dom all the time. We both are versatile and I like to submit just as much as I like to dominate. I think you might be the same. I don’t want us to fill the same role all the time. You don’t have any experience, so I want to teach you. Its easier to teach if I am the Dom and you to observe both roles. Once you feel you are ready to try switching, I want to do that. Rocky and I didn’t have anyone to teach us, we just figured it out as we went along. You and I need to find our own way to do it so that we can both get pleasure regardless of who is Dom and who isn’t. Do you understand what I am saying?” Frank said. I couldn’t remember Frank talking that much at one time before. I hung on every word he said though and I completely agreed with his comments. “Yes I do, Frank. I’m glad you think that, because I don’t think I would be happy being just a bottom or sub or… all the time. Its just not who I am. I want to learn, because tonight has taught me that sex can be more than just a quick fuck. I just wonder what happens when we both are in the mood to be dominant, though.” Frank turned the water off and pulled a pair of towels off the rack and handed me one. “There are times where we need just a quick fuck. And don’t worry about if we both want to be dom or sub. We just invite other people over to fill that role. Our time with Craig last weekend told me that we make a pretty good team when we both want to fuck. That told me that you were ready for me to try this tonight.” I started to put my clothes on and Frank stopped me. “I prefer to be naked as much as possible. From now on, if its just the two of us here, I want us to be naked. The same goes for being in the back yard. You are too sexy to be covered with clothes” Frank said. I never considered myself to be a nudist and I had always been self conscious about my body since so many people had made comments about my size and my hairy body when I was younger. But, if Frank wanted me to be nude when I was at his house, then I had no problem with it. “Sure, Frank. The same goes when you are at my place” I told him. We went upstairs and I looked at the time. It was almost 2AM. “Uh, I should be heading home. I have class in the morning.” “Stay the night, I’ll be getting up for work and you can go home then when you’re rested” Frank said and I wasn’t about to argue. We curled up in bed together and I felt his cock nestle in below my ass and cock. His arm was over me in seconds and we soon fell asleep.

Chapter 2. Without intending to do so, I had taken a POZ load at the bookstore, and spooned it into my boy’s hungry ass. Whatever damage could have been done was done, and we were both hungry for more. Robby, the bid-dicked clerk from the store texted back that he was on his way over and included a pic of his hard cock smeared with cum. That got both of us going so we 69ed and fingered each other's hole for a bit. I got up to crack our front door and came back to bed, getting my man on his knees, his face buried in the pillow. I ate his ass and worked my fingers and spit into him so he’d be ready to take Robby’s thick seven inches. I was lapping at his hole when I heard a car pull up and then the door creak open. Robby let himself in and found the bedroom. He grinned when he saw my boy’s upturned hungry willing ass, ready to be fucked and bred. He pulled his hoodie over his head revealing a bit of a belly covered in thick matted hair. I hadn’t really noticed how wizened his face looked in the low-lighting of the store cubicle when he had fucked me earlier. There was no question that this stud was packing some toxic seed. He leered at me as he pulled off his track pants. Out plopped that big thick dick, still wearing the cock ring that matched mine. His dick was smeared with fresh seed and leaking precum. I knew he must have bred someone since fucking me as I had cleaned his dick off before he left me to take the spade-tattooed cock through the glory hole. Robby smacked my face with that dick and I licked off a tasty mix of ass juice and cum, spitting it into my boy’s ass. He craned his head as he fisted his dangling cock, winking his asshole at us. Robby lined up his juicy cock and plunged himself into my boy’s raw ass. My boy groaned with pleasure and pain, grunted, gasped for breath as Robby's impressive cock slammed into him over and over. I crawled underneath and took my boy’s cock down my throat. It was so hot being so close to his hole as that bare toxic cock disappeared inside my boy. It didn’t take long for my boy to loose his load down my throat. I let it fill my mouth as Robby pounded away. I crawled alongside my boy and spit his load into my hand. I reached back and fingered it into my own ass. My boy unclenched his eyes long enough to see me next to him and he kissed me, wrapping his arm around my neck. That caused him to lose his balance and collapse onto the mattress, accidentally pulling away from Robby’s cock. Robby grimaced and slid over so his was now behind me. He slammed into my cummy hole and pounded away for a few minutes. I was in heaven. He picked up his pace and I knew he was about to cum. "My boy! Breed my boy!," I managed to gasp. Robby managed to pull out of me and slam into my boy’s ass just as his cock started to quake and fire off at least his third load in as many hours. My boy groaned over and over again, muttering "THANK YOU! THANK YOU! THANK YOU!" I wasn’t sure if he was thanking me, Robby, or both of us. Robby pulled out and let me tongue bathe his cock. He quickly pulled on his clothes and was out the door. I lapped at my boy’s ass, savoring its stretched-out puffy size, rewarded with pearls of fresh seed. We fell asleep in a sweaty tangle. Hours later I woke up to take a piss and realized that the front door was still wide open. Robby had taped a note to the door which read "I’LL BE BACK SOON. NEXT TIME I MIGHT BRING SUM FRIENDS." Closing and locking the door, I headed back to bed. To be continued…

POZ Massage Part I of II I met Brendan online on an M4M Masseur website. My boyfriend was out of town, and I thought maybe I would get a massage. I knew I wanted a massage from a hot guy, but I figured that's where I would draw the line. After all, my boyfriend and I had decided to try being monogamous for a while, and I was determined to respect that. Out of all of the pages I looked at, Brendan seemed the most clean guy, an All-American jock-type who probably wasn't even gay. He had a few photos posted, some in workout clothes, and some shirtless on a beach somewhere. He had a great body, wide shoulders, built slightly-furry chest, slim waist, and ripped abs. I saw that he had some “locked” pics and sent a message asking if he could send me the code to unlock them. Within less than a minute, he had responded with a nice note saying he was immediately available for out calls along with the unlock code. I drooled when I saw the first private pic. A shot of his back with his muscular ass on display, showing his big ballsac hanging down between his legs. The next one showed him bending over and spreading his asscheeks. The final one was a frontal shot. I first noticed his big thick 7” dripping uncut hardon with a huge D-shape Prince Albert piercing. A few moments later, I saw his tattoo above his bushy dark pubes. I knew immediately it was a biohazard tattoo that meant he was POZ. I trembled all over thinking of this POZ hunk giving me a rubdown. I knew since I only wanted a massage, I would go for it. We agreed on a price and I gave him my address. I ran to the ATM to get the cash to pay him and then hopped in the shower. I couldn't help but finger my hole a little as I showered. Brendan arrived right on time with his folding table under his beefy arms. Every bit as stunning as his pics, he was wearing cut-off sweatpant shorts and a muscle T-shirt that showed off his gorgeous physic. He grinned at me as I shook his hands taking in his masculine form. He smiled saying that he knew the building and had given massages here before. I wondered which of my neighbors let this POZ stud give them a rubdown. He sat up the table as I got him a glass of water. He gave me a CD to play to help relax and I put it in the player. He handed me a smallish towel and asked me to undress. He left the room while I changed out of my clothes and I laid face-down on the table, my face cradled by a green foam ring. I heard Brendan coming back, and lifted my head. I was shocked that he was naked when he came back in the room, his big pierced dick soft and swinging against his legs as he sauntered over to me. “I find it's more relaxing if we're both naked. Is that okay?” I already felt cotton-mouthed, but nodded that it would be fine. He gently laid my head down into the foam ring and straightened out my arms against my sides. He kneaded my shoulders and my upper arms before moving lower to the small of my back and then to my ass. He rolled my cheeks in his hands, spreading them wide. I'm sure he got a great peek at my asshole as he worked my ass. He squirted massage oil repeatedly until my back was a sweetly-scented sticky mess and his hands slid smoothly over my curves and into my crack. This whole time, he was standing to the side of the table. I felt his hairy bare legs graze my arm and hand as he worked back and forth alongside me. At one point, I felt his fingers getting close to my asshole, and I could swear his was rubbing his fingertip practically into me. I let out a moan, and he held still. He then put one of his hands over mine and place his hardening cock onto my upturned palm. I didn't know if I should squeeze back or not, but he would up swiveling his hips enough that he was practically fucking my hand. After a few minutes of him working my ass with his dick in my hand, I got up the courage to wrap my hand around his cock and give it a good squeeze. He moaned back with approval as he worked my upper legs and then my feet. When he got to my feet, he pulled away from my hand, which suddenly felt empty. “You like a little assplay?,” he asked me as he took my feet in his strong hands. “Ummmm Hmmmm...” was all I could muster. With that, he mounted the table, straddling my upturned ass. I could feel his hair low-hanging balls and that cold cock piercing against my ass. I shivered as he leaned forward and ran his elbows up and down my back. I was in heaven, practically putty in his hands. After a few strokes, I felt the head of Brendan's cock at my ass. “You okay with me teasing your, hole, man? You know I'm POZ, right?” “Right....,” I muttered back. I myself wasn't sure if I was answering whether or not I knew his status or if I liked him teasing my hole. Either way, I felt him slide in first one greased-up finger, then two. The whole time, he kept massaging my cheeks with his free hand, and slapping my ass with his raging hard POZ cock. “You like that, man? Want something bigger.” “Ummmmmmmm Hmmmmm......,” I moaned back at him, expecting another finger, or perhaps a dildo. What I wasn't expecting was the tip of his pierced cock to slip into me painlessly without any resistance. In that moment, my mind was flooded with my promise of monogamy to my boyfriend at the same time as knowing the dangers of fooling around bare with POZ guys. It felt so good though that I didn't dare ask him to stop. “You ready for more of that? I've got six or seven more inches of where that came from.” “Okay, Brendan. Just put it in. Don't fuck me or anything, just put it in.” I couldn't believe the words that had just escaped my mouth. Brendan eagerly responded by slowly but steadily sinking his POZ cockmonster deeper and deeper into my raw hole. He stayed hard in me for at least ten minutes as he worked my shoulders, not pumping in and out, but pulsing deep inside me. I felt him slowly start to work his cock in and out, each stroke a bit further in and out, and in and out. It hadn't hurt at all given so much massage oil as lube, but now it felt different, almost creamy. I thought it must have been his precum oozing out of his POZ cock that was easing the way now. Brendan pulled my ass a bit higher so I was on my knees and elbows. He reached around to my crotch to find my own drippy cock so hard and sticky that it was matted to my pubes and belly. He wrapped his hand around my cock and allowed me to fuck myself into his hand. He remained still, so I was also fucking myself onto his bare cock. As I got closer and closer to orgasm, I picked up the pace. I was determined to cum before he did so I could pull off and not take his toxic load. As I pumped away, he hissed in my ear, “Slow down man, or you're gonna make me cum in you again!” Hearing that, I blasted off at once, knowing that he had already shot off in me at least once. That must have been why my ass felt so creamy as he worked his tool in me. I shot onto my chest and all over the table and pulled off of his cock. Brendan stayed on his knees on the table and leaned down to scoop up my spooge with his fingers. He pushed my load into his ass with one hand as he fisted his hardon with the other, quickly sending squirt after squirt of POZ cum all over the table. When we had both caught our breath, he suggested that we shower, and that I try to get out as much of his load as possible. He has assumed that since I had seen his private pics and not commented on the tattoo that I would be fine taking a POZ load. As I squatted over the toilet trying to force his toxic goo out my ass, I told him about my promise of monogamy with my boyfriend. “Since when?,” he asked. I was in this apartment last week, and I filled up your boyfriend's hole real good. My jaw dropped as Brendan threw his head back in a laugh. “So that's why he knew the address,” I surmised. We showered together as he fingered my hole again. After Brendan left, I texted my boyfriend. “WE'VE GOT SOME TALKING 2 DO. BRENDAN WAS HERE. HE CAME IN ME A LITTLE. DID HE CUM IN U?” I got a photo response a few seconds later: A pic of Brendan balls deep in my boyfriend's raw hole on the same table in our living room, followed by a one-word text, “YES.” I knew then and there that monogamy was a joke, and that we would be needing a “couple's massage soon. To be continued....

NOTE: I am revisiting and rewriting a tale I'd posted a while back that was removed because of it's violent/ death-oriented content. It was certainly not intentional, but it disturbed a number of members and I was reprimanded. It has always bugged me that I'd put so much work into that story only to fuck up the ending. I resubmit this revised version that will hopefully make amends for my previous bad judgement. THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION 1990 I'm Joey. I tried to go by 'Joe' as I got older, but I guess I looked too much like a 'Joey' to be shed of that name. Whatever. I was 22 back then and still pretty pissed that Dukakis had lost the election. I lived in cozy little apartment near the company I worked for. It was a medium-sized city with a decimated downtown. 'White Flight' had left our once thriving city streets empty. This was no big deal to me because I'd never seen the 'glory days' when beautiful restaurants, jazz clubs and department stores thrived. I'd only known that section as decayed. The city council was making an effort to revitalize downtown by trying to build pricey lofts and office space. I kept track of the firs and starts of these efforts in the morning paper. One story that caught mt eye was about a little park near the bus station that was reportedly the scene of all kinds of unseemly activity (drug dealing, gay stuff and plain old vagrancy. The whole park would have been dozed over if not for the fact that it was WW 1 memorial, with statues of random generals. The lost souls who ended up there were spared. For now. This was also the time period when I realized I'd always be gay. For the longest time I thought I could break it like a bad habit by just not thinking about men. Of course that didn't work. I gave up efforts to cure myself and just surrendered to porn. There was an adult book store on Pennsylvania Street where I bought magazines and video tapes. I really loved the older pre-condom stuff. I developed a preference for certain scenes and certain performers. I liked 'em big, brawny and mean. Dick size didn't even matter to me as much as the way it was used. Jon Vincent was my favorite. Man! He always fucked his bottoms with no tenderness and a lot of verbal abuse. I had a type, an ideal. Even though I had no experience with gay men or even sex of any kind. I basically beat off a lot. There was too many lofts and not enough tenants according to the paper. Landlords were panicked and cutting rent across the board. Maybe I'd check a few of them out on the first weekend of April. The streets down there were set up in a very schizophrenic way. Some of them would change from two-way to one-way without much warning. They'd curve and change names as well. So I was lost. I never found the Bradford Building, but I did find the legendary park that had made the news so often. I decided it wouldn't hurt to just drive through it, It was a mild, sunny day and nobody would try to carjack my old clunker. It was nice and better maintained than you'd imagine. Lots of parked cars were everywhere. Most of them were empty, but a few of them contained a solitary driver. I saw a few young guys were wandering around like tourists, but others were lurking among the trees and bushes. I could pretty much guess the kind of stuff going on there. I hadn't arrived at a point where I could even imagine doing anything like that. I couldn't conquer my fears any more than I could my sexuality. Oh well. On the way home, I saw a little bar with a lavender neon triangle in the window. It was called 'Soaks' or 'Soakies' or something like that. I knew there were gay bars in the city but never driven by one before. OK. Here was one of them. I doubt I'd ever be able to step foot in the place, but who knows? Well, I knew by 9 o'clock that night. I'd go. It would be adventure for the year.There was very little chance I'd find my ideal there or anywhere, but this needed to be done. It was only 8 PM on a Saturday night, but it felt like I'd been getting myself ready for days already. Some aunt had given me a bottle of wine for graduation last year and I decided it was time to open it. Yuck! I would never be one of those 'wine people'. I drained about half of it before I felt I could leave the apartment. Maybe the whole bottle was needed because I still thought I might chicken out. It was like the time I took a public speaking class and just had to force myself to stand in front of my high school peers and act like it was the normal thing in the world. I did it back then so I could do it now. It was called "Soaks" and it was the only open business on the whole block. The whole front of the place was plate glass which indicated it had been some kind of retail shop in the old days. But it looked friendly and safe...but a little filthy. OK. At least was plenty of close parking on the street and coins in the meter weren't required after 6. I sat and waited in the car for a good fifteen seconds. The key was to just go in and pretend I'd been here a million times before. The first thing I noticed when I entered was the bartender. He was a very tall guy in his late 30's/early 40's. He had some blondish-gray stubble and a severely receding hairline. His arms were very long. Marfan Syndrome. Abraham Lincoln had it - a genetic thing I remembered from biology class. The second thing I noticed was the sparse crowd. The guys sitting at the bar were in their 60's and 70's. The dudes in the back were all young, tattooed and looked fresh out of prison. Mr. Marfan stopped me before I got five steps inside. "You got I.D.?" "Sure do." My face showed that I wasn't the least bit pissed off. I just fished it out of my wallet and handed it to him. "Oh. You're just barely legal -- don't blame me. It seems like a hundred years since I was asked for I.D." "No big deal." I tried not to study him like he was a slide being shown in anatomy class. "First time here?" I took a seat at the bar where there were empty stools on either side of me. I was still easing into this. "New visitors get a free beer." "Cool." He handed me a can of Miller Lite. A can. I assumed all bars served beer in bottles but I guess not. "Let me know when you need another. I own the place so you don't gotta tip." I almost said 'cool' again but caught myself in time. "Do you have a pinball machine here?" "Yeah, but it's out of order. Sorry. There's one of them touch-screen games right over there at the bar." I looked and saw what he was talking about, but there was a really drunk - almost comatose- old guy next to it. No. Not now. "Not much of a crowd for Saturday night." I sucked (and still suck) at small talk. "Take a good look because this is as crowded as it gets. I'm James by the way." He offered up his crazy long hand to shake. My own hand felt like a child's as I shook it. "I'm Joey. Or Joe. Whatever's easiest to remember." "Oh you'll be easy to remember. You just move into one of the lofts across the street?" "No. I'm thinking about lofts, but I'm still in midtown right now." "Can I ask why you're even in this place?" "I saw it earlier and thought I'd check it out." He noticed that I kept glancing over at the game. "You can play that. Don't mind Drucker. He's harmless. Need some quarters?" "Nope. I'm good for now." Years of dorm and apartment living had made me hoard quarters like they were made of gold. I sauntered over to the empty seat in front of the machine as if it was routine. I felt James looking at me. Sure enough, the nodding drunk guy next to me didn't even notice my presence. He smelled like my grandpa. Scotch. The crowd started to thin even more. I was waiting for somebody to approach me, but none of the did. My Jon Vincent was at some other bar tonight. That was okay. I was kicking ass at the trivia games. My initials spelled out 'J.A.T.' and I had the highest score in every category except sports. James came by and handed me another beer. "Tonight is a '2 for 1' special." It was a still in a can. but it was cold. Right after I ran out of quarters and was trying to figure out if I should leave or not, Drucker fell backwards and landed on the floor with a thud. "SHIT! James! Call an ambulance!" He looked a little annoyed. "No no. This happens every night. I call him a cab and charge it to his tab." I wasn't so sure. He was on the floor. I knelt down and tried talking to him. "Can you open your eyes? Can you speak? Just breathe, OK?" His eyes fluttered open. "It's Charlie Sheen! I can't believe it!" Uh. "No. Are you able to stand?" "I'll stand up if you kiss me, Charlie." No way was my first kiss going to be with a drunk, toothless old fart. And then he was out cold again. James walked from behind the bar in no great hurry. "Can you help me lift him up and get him out to the sidewalk?" No. Yes. It's not anything I'd ever counted on doing, but there was really no way I could say 'no' at this point. It wasn't so difficult to lift him with James' help but getting him dragged to the door was a bit more of a challenge. By the time we got him out to the street, the cab was already there. We poured him into the backseat and stood there for a few seconds before returning to the bar. "This happens every night?" "Pretty much. Sometimes I convince him to toddle home before he gets to that state." The place was empty now and it was barely even 11. "Glad I could help." "Well you earned a free shot, Joey. What would you like?" "Whatever. I'm not picky." Truth was I didn't know anything about hard liquor. I knew it came in brown or clear. "Here. Top shelf whiskey. I might as well use it all before the city shuts me down for good. That'll be fine with me because I own the whole building. I'll make enough to retire and go live on a beach somewhere." That sounded nice. "Hey -- want to hear some music?" "Sure." The shot was harsh but it went down easy enough. I think I actually even liked it. "I've got a bunch of mix tapes from the 80's. That's probably something you'd appreciate." Oh, it was. The bar may have been in sorry shape, but the stereo/speaker system was very decent. The opening sounds of 'Ghost Busters' came spilling out from the walls. Nice. I asked for another beer and insisted on paying for it this time. He lowered the volume a bit and emerged from behind the bar to come join me. He brought my beer and a whole bottle of that expensive whiskey. OK. This night had been full of the unexpected. James sat his lanky frame next to me. "I need to get off my feet for a little. We'll sit here in the VIP section. You mind?" "Of course not." "So is this really the first gay bar you've ever been in?" Did I tell me him that or did he just know? "Yeah. My diary was getting pretty boring, so I thought I'd add a little something new to it." He chuckled and poured us two more shots. "Most cute young guys like you usually go to dance clubs or the gym to meet men." "I always imagine places like that as being full of people who know how to be there already. They have their own secret handshakes and inside jokes. I...I don't feel welcome." "You think too much, Joey. Have another shot." James spun his stool around to face me and, when I didn't do the same, he turned me around too. I noticed how roughed up his jeans were. He'd worn two holes right over his bony kneecaps. There were some leg hairs visible and it was incredibly sexy somehow. Most of my porn favorites were shaved and waxed within an inch of their lives. The whiskey was starting to loosen my tongue and so I spoke about my particular tastes when it came to men and sex. I just came right out and admitted that I liked aggressive, verbal tops who were verbal. It's like I was reading a diary entry out loud. James nodded. "So what do you do?" "I just started at Plexico -- in the I.T. department." "No. What do you do when your dick gets hard? Just stay at home and beat off?" Id never felt so pathetic. I helped myself to another shot. "Well...I guess so.' "I'm sorry -- that was harsh. You're probably smart to go that route for now." I looked in his dark hazel/brown eyes. He was kind. I couldn't help but reach down and touch his exposed knees. Warm skin and bone. "Rapture" by Blondie played next. I was instantly a 13 year old again. Face to face, dance cheek to cheek/ One to one/ man to man/ Toe to toe/ Don't move too slow... Remember being that age? When music said so much and spoke to you in code. James returned my touch with his own. He stroked my hair with his skinny fingers. And then we were kissing. Warm, wet, whiskey-flavored lips and a touch or two of our tongues. Wow. Dear Diary.... "One more shot, Joey. After that, I'll have to call you a cab. Two more, and you'll have to come upstairs and spend the night." "Upstairs?" "My apartment is on the second floor. It's kind of a mess, but I wasn't expecting Charlie Sheen to show up tonight." "Oh, you heard that? I've never been compared to an actor before. Poor Drucker." "He's lived quite a life." James poured me another shot. And then another one. I wondered how long it would take for my stomach to start protesting. He was just taking sips from the bottle now. "Will you please kiss me again?" He obliged and it was a little more intense this time. The Bangles' 'Eternal Flame' began. Timing. I made a decision right then to just let James take over and direct the rest of the night. "For future reference - you don't have to ask. One more shot and I'll lock up and we can go upstairs." I downed it as he secured the door and register, set the alarm and tossed our shot glasses into a sink behind the bar. He shut off some of the lights and then led me to a door at the back which he unlocked. "Careful. These stairs are a little dangerous." He was for sure right about that. It was a steep climb and the steps were narrow. I couldn't imagine a guy with such long feet going up and down these every day. At the top of the stairs was a dimly lit hallway. It was very dark and retro...like a scene from some David Lynch movie. The inside of his apartment was nice, if a little unorganized. "Have a seat. Can you a beer or a Coke or something? Oh wait, I drank the last Coke this morning." "Beer's fine." He brought two cold bottles over to the couch and sat down next to me. Maybe it was my imagination or the booze, but I swear I could feel heat coming off of his body. Possibly he was running a fever. He put a long arm around me. "Where we we?" Then we were kissing again and this time it felt like he was consuming my whole face. We were both breathing deeply. The smell of lust combined with alcohol fumes. His tongue darted into my right ear which made me rock hard. I'd know from that point on that my ears were a weakness that any man could take advantage of. "I can give you what you've been looking for. Almost. I can't fuck you without a condom. I've got AIDS. I'd love to give you everything else, though." "Yes." I imagined the ways I could convince him to change his mind about the rubber. He stood up and started to strip with his back turned to me. He was so skinny, but also had some muscle definition in his legs. His butt looked a little odd -- like all the fat had been sucked out of it, leaving all the skin to just hang. He turned around and I saw his boner jutting straight out. It was a nice length, but kind of skinny... like the rest of him. "Take off your clothes, dumb faggot!" He noticed my mixed reaction. "You wanted verbal abuse, right? Or was that just a bluff?" I got out of my clothes in record time. "Good boy. Now get on the floor and crawl over to me. Now!" I did as told. It was as erotic as I could have ever imagined. "Stay! Now suck on this dick like your life depended on it...because it just might." He had a pocketknife in his left hand that I hadn't noticed before. Shit! He was good at this! His pointy cock was sizzling hot against my lips. I worked my tongue over the purple head and savored the subtle flavors and textures. Then he held the blade against the top of my ear. "If I feel any teeth, I'll cut your goddamn ear off. Think I'm kidding?" I felt the sharp blade press down a little. I don't think he broke the skin, but this was maybe going a little too far. Still, I loved having that hot boner in my mouth and performed what I thought was an excellent blowjob despite the fact that it was my first time. James must have liked what I was doing because he folded up the knife and let it drop to the floor. "Yeah. You got an AIDS dick your mouth, stupid fag. I can feel my oily, filthy precum leaking down your goddamn throat. Like that? Of course you do -- you're a fuckin' perv. " I thought I'd shoot my own load right there and then. "Sit there and savor the taste of HIV. I'll be right back. DON'T MOVE." I didn't. He came back with a bottle of baby oil and a wrapped condom. I was running out of time to talk him out of being 'safe'. "You're lucky, you dumb fuck. This is my last one. You better hope it doesn't break or I'll be flooding your guts with disease. Get on your hands and knees like a dog. Yeah. Like that. Good boy. Look at the floor and don't move." I heard him unwrap the condom and squirt some of the oil on himself. In seconds, he was working those greasy fingers up into my rectum. It was rough and so unromantic -- which was fine with me. I would be experienced after tonight, braver. "Stupid, tight virgin ass. You better pray this rubber is strong. It's going to take some work...and you aren't even worth it. Dumb fag." It started to happen. The solid, swollen head of his sheathed penis was suddenly inside of me. The fantasy shattered into pieces for me. Too much pain. What we'd already done was enough. "NO! Stop!" "Nobody said you could speak, asshole. Hold on. It feels nice in there....yeah!!!" He worked deeper inside of me...and it didn't stop hurting until it suddenly did. He kept up the abusive language..and that's probably what made me loosen up more. "There you go, boy. There's just a layer of latex...thinner than a human hair keeping you protected from millions of AIDS babies. Think about that, faggot." I did, but what I was thinking is that I wish he really were going to breed me good and proper. "Your ride is almost over...I'm gonna ....FUCK!" He stopped and pulled out of me. "Goddamn rubber broke." His voice and tone went back to normal. "Sorry, Joey. We can beat off together if you want. Shit. The thing was probably too old." "No. Go back in. You can pull out when you need to shoot." "That won't work. I can't. Won't." I stayed put and pushed my ass toward him a little. It was subtle, but my intentions should have been crystal clear. They were. "OK. But just for a few seconds.. We can't play around with....Ahhhh!" He had pushed back inside. The nerve endings on his dick must have been dancing because he stayed longer than a few seconds...and went back all the way to down his nuts. He resumed the pace but not the hot talk. I knew and James probably knew I knew what was about to happen. "NO! I ...." It happened. He hadn't really made much of an effort to pull out, and I guess that made him upset - with both of us. He sat down on the floor next to me and started sobbing. "No. I'm so sorry. So SO sorry. I can't take it back." We held each other for several minutes. "Are you mad at me, Joey?" His face was streaked with tears. "Not at all. I'm the one to blame...I wanted it." "I know, but.... I just ruined your life." "That's not certain. It's all up to nature now." He stopped crying and looked at me in the most tender way. "Will you stay the night with me?" I did just that. I went back to Soaks almost every night. I'd built up some upper torso muscles from lifting Drucker off the floor regularly. I might have even started a little bit of a drinking problem. Sometimes James and I had sex and sometimes he just didn't feel well enough. One night he came right out and told me not to come back again. "The city finally bought me out. Bad timing, though. I'm headed into a hospice on Sunday. It's the end, Joey. I don't want you see me like that. Please don't forget me." "Never." And that was the last time I saw him. I'd had all my fantasies fulfilled - which can be very satisfying unless you start developing even darker desires. END

Love having a tied and submissive bottom.... many areas of kink to play in... including some specific kink involving "red rocket"... Enjoy long and slow stroking sessions with my cumslut taking me for as long as I want and then taking my loads... whew... very visually exciting.

Part 3 Dante While the slam began to flow through Chris’s body and he began to cough I was positioning my hard poz cock at the entrance to his neg virgin ass. Once his coughing stopped and I could see the change in him that I knew the slam would bring I directed Chris to look into the mirror above the sling as I readied to slip inside him. Chris As my coughing began to stop I stared to feel this strong urge deep inside me as I looked up at the masculine man standing between my legs. He told me to look up at the mirror above me where I could see he dark brown cock resting against my ass. Dante seemed to be teasing me as he would push a little against my hole as if he was going to insert his cock only to pull back. This was starting to drive me crazy to the point I was starting to try and move my ass to get him to finally give me what he knew, and finally I admired to myself, I needed…… his cock I my ass. I asked, no, I begged and pleaded for Dante to give me his cock. I watched as he began to push forward as his cock easily slipped inside me finally giving me a feeling of completeness. While I watched his cock slide inch by inch into me I couldn’t help but moan. Some how I knew it was my place, no my duty to give him pleasure as he finally bottomed out balls deep in me. He rested there as I watched him take a syringe and administer his own slam. After he was done I could see a change in him, change I would come to desires and enjoy as I felt his cock spasm inside me as knew he was cumming. He leaned into me and we kissed as he slowly pulled his cock back before driving back in my hole. Dante As usual I shot a huge load of my poz cum right after I administered my slam. It was now time to start fucking this boy and turn him into my personal fuck toy. I took it slow to start known he was a virgin. I knew in the he’d learn that his place was you please me, the seed was already planted in his drugged up mind the next step to cement it as a permanent part of his place in life was going to be easy. I fucked him for a nearly an hour before I was ready to give him another load of my dirty seed. I looked down at him asking him, “What do you want?” The instructions I had given him earlier were still fresh in his mind when he answered, “I want you to get me pregnant, knock me up, cum inside me.” It was at that moment I knew I had him and that he knew it too, his ass belonged to me. Chris As I was asking Dante to give me his cum, you knock me up and impregnate me I had a sudden flash from school. My religious, uptight parents didn’t let me take sex ed, but I had heard it from several of my classmate who had about save sex and STD's wondering if this strong, healthy got who had helped me discover what, or actually, who I really am could give me anything more then his cum. I start to beg Dante more and more to cum in me, it was more then just a request it was a desire. For some reason I didn’t feel satisfied unless Dante was cumming inside me. I knew when Michael fucked his girlfriend the never used a condom and always shot his wad in her. Dante deserved the same from me as I felt his cock grow thicker and harder before he trusted one more time seeming to go deeper inside me as he delivered his seed. The more Dante fucked me the more I stared to think how much I needed him to not just fuck me, but cum inside me. At one point I reached turn thinking I’d stroke my own cock to discover that I was not just soft but it seemed that my own cock get shriveled up. Dante looked down at me when a shit eating grin telling me, “You are a true bottom bitch, can’t get hard when a real man fucks you. I told you that you're nothing more than my fuck hole and I know as I look into your eyes that you’re enjoying it.” I am not sure how long Dante fucked me, but he seemed to sense that we needed a break when he suggested we take a dip in the pool than head into the house to grab some well deserved sleep in his bed. He helped me out of the sling . and on to my feet as he steadied me allowing my legs to respond after being in that position all night long. We left the pool house and dove right into the refreshing water. Dante swam over to me giving me a gentle hug and a kiss before we made our way out of the pool. There were a few new faces now and without a word I could tell Dante was using is crew that I was his and to leave me alone as we made our way through the house to his bedroom. Along the way he stopped to tell one of his crew something before we reached his bedroom. We climbed to his bed as he got behind me n and pulled me close against his naked body. I should feel his cock growing hard and knew he wouldn't be satisfied unless he had my ass one more time. It seemed my body knew that as well when I instinctively began to push back trying to get how cock back inside me. Dante’s cock slid inside me as if it was to be its home from now on. It was at that moment I realized that my ass belonged to Dante. This fuck was more animalistic since it seemed Dante was looking to get off fast. As brutal as it seemed I had no complaints knowing the only thing he wanted was a good orgasm to help him sleep. It only till a few minutes before he was shooting his load inside me again before we drifted off to sleep when his semi hard cock still legged inside me.

(aka From cautious to chaser) Drew started down the slippery slope when visiting a public toilet in a park. As he was relieving himself, another guy entered and instead of urinating started to wank his dick. The sight of this, turned Drew on and before he knew what was happening he was sucking thus guy off. As a result Drew started visiting this place regularly to suck and be sucked. After a few such encounters, people started either wanting to fuck him or be fucked by him. Drew would have none of that! This changed, however, when Drew came to the park, bringing with him a men's magazine just purchased that included a special gift of a condom. After perusing the magazine, the sexual tension got too much and he proceeded to the toilets to wank off his cock. Whilst he was in the cubicle another man entered the toilets and started wanking himself off at the urinals. Drew spotted him and joined him. But after some sexy playing with each other, the man said how much he like to be fucked. Drew thought that he did after all have a condom on him and agreed to do so. The next stage down the slippery slope and he wrapped his cock with the condom and started fucking this stranger. The excitement was too much and before long he'd shot his load. Thereafter Drew would bring a packet of condoms with him to satisfy the needs of several demanding men in the park's toilet block. Sometimes, some of the guys he met would try to Drew. Even with a condom, there was no way Drew would risk this and would always refuse. This changed when a newbie in his late teens who was still a virgin, eagerly desired to fuck Drew. Knowing his status, having played with him a few times, Drew acquiesced to allow the youth to take his anal virginity. It was very difficult for the youth to shove his erection up Drew's virgin hole and when he finally managed it, the pain was so unbearable that Drew had to get him to pull out almost immediately. Although, the experience had been initially unpleasant , it did lead Drew further down the slippery slope, now Drew became willing to be fucked with a condom. Drew started frequenting a popular cruising site. There he was often in demand to fuck or be fucked. Drew remained cautious and always fucked with a condom, despite offers to do without. One interesting feature at this site, on hot sunny days many frequenters would walk around the site absolutely naked. Sometimes Drew also went naked. It was this that eventually led Drew further down the slippery hole. As Drew was walking naked along one of the quieter side paths of the site, he espied a good-looking naked young man in his early twenties. This man was obviously interested in Drew and headed further into the bushes and found a secluded clearing. When he got there the young man went onto his knees offering his arse to be fucked. Only condoms were not on offer. Drew was torn between fucking him sheathless and walking away. But the temptation got too much for him and before he knew it, he had gone further down the slippery hole! Drew squirted lube on his now erect penis and entered the man bare. He thrust in and out with his bare cock until the excitement of the situation became too much for Drew and he shot his load inside the man. Not only was the young man very appreciative,but asked Drew to felch his cum around inside him. Yet another new experience for Drew. After that Drew went on to fuck other men bare, but was always careful not to let anyone fuck him bare. Once again Drew started further down the slippery slope, as he was fucking another guy bare in a coppice within the cruising site, when another guy came along to see what was happening. Drew, being an exhibitionist at heart, welcomed the attention and was happy for onlookers to admire him pistoning in and out of this man. The watcher wanked himself off to the sight, but much to Drew's surprise, he suddenly felt the man shove his cock up Drew's arse. The man must have presumed Drew was happy to be fucked bare if he was fucking another guy bare. Drew so enjoyed the experience of this bare cock up him that he let the man fuck him for a while, before ensuring he stopped short of cumming inside him. There was no way, Drew was going to let that happen to him. After that from time to time, Drew allowed people to fuck him bare but with always the proviso that they weren't to cum inside him! There's was absolutely no way that Drew would go down the slippery slope any further, was there? He popped into a local toilets that was used for cottaging. Several men were wanking themselves in the urinals. Drew went into one of the cubicles and also started getting himself erect, when one of the others in the bloc joined him within the cubicle. Drew sucked the man off and when he was fully erect, he was very keen to fuck Drew bare within the cubicle. It didn't take much to persuade Drew to turn around and bend over within the confined space to accommodate this man's bare dick inside him. He forcefully fucked Drew. There came a point when Drew felt the time had come for this man to withdraw to avoid spilling his semen inside him, so Drew tried to pull away but was rather stuck within the small confines of the cubicle. The man continued his onslaught. On no less than four occasions Drew tried to pull out but to no avail! Then the man pulled out, but Drew then noticed to his horror that the man's cock was coated with fresh jizz. He had come inside Drew bare! Drew didn't immediately become a cumdump far from it. Although he continued to fuck people bare, he still refrained from being fucked bare. Often he still used condoms. But he continued down the slippery slope when he was sucking a guy off in the darkroom. The angle Drew was at was perfect for people to come up behind him and stick their cocks right up his bare arse, which is what one guy proceeded to do. Drew was surprised by this man's no-asked bare entry, but he enjoyed the feeling so let him continue, whilst he continued to suck on cock. The man's ploughing of Drew's arse kept apace with Drew's sucking of the other's cock until in synchrony they both blew their load. Drew enjoyed his first experience of simultaneously receiving two loads, one oral, one anal. This just pushed him further down the slippery hole! Drew started to take bare cock, throwing caution to the wind, except he still did not knowingly accept poz cocks. Drew was now kidding himself as he happily accepted any cocks without asking. He particularly enjoyed one occasion when in the darkroom, he was taken by four different men, all who spunked deeply into his hole, so that their sperm started oozing out of his arse. Drew craved and got more of this action. He continued down the slippery hole! Encouraged by barebacking sites that insisted it was safe to be barebacked by those who were poz but on medication, he took his next step down the slippery hole by contacting someone, who described himself as poz on meds. He arranged to meet him for an anonymous fuck. Drew arranged to let himself into the man's house and find him inside with his arse lubed and ready to be taken. Drew entered gingerly and found the man lying on his bed naked and ready for action. Drew spent little time with preliminaries, dropping his pants, stroking his cock erect and then plunging it into his first acknowledged poz bottom. Down the slippery slope Drew went as he shoved his cock down the man's slippery hole! Drew was really turned on by what he was doing and thrust in and out quickly. Just as quickly he came to a climax, splattering the inside of the poz bottom with his negative spunk. Drew left without further ado, but determined to find another poz on meds arse to fuck. There was, of course, no way he was going to let a poz fuck his arse! Drew next went to visit another contact, who was also poz on meds, and attended his local sauna. He met up with him and they went into a private cubicle, where they spent time sucking one another off before Drew got himself ready and placed his cock against the bum crack of another poz arse. He pushed in firmly added by the lubrication of saliva and found a welcoming hole within. Drew enjoyed fucking yet another bare poz arse. It turned him on, but he felt reassured that he didn't think it was too risky. The excitement led him to ejaculate inside quite quickly. But the session wasn't over as his contact wanted to be sucked off by Drew. As he sucked him off so the wonderful cock grew in his mouth and Drew realised he wanted this cock up his arse. Knowing his status, but that he was on meds, made Drew feel okay about doing so and yet once again it pushed Drew further down the slippery slope as this magnificent specimen was pushed bare up Drew's arse. Drew was surprised how much he was turned on by the experience of receiving a bare poz cock up his arse and longed for his poz, albeit it undetectable, seed would flood his insides. It wasn't long before his desire was realised and the cock pulsed as great wads of poz sperm shot up his hole. Drew wanted more, did this include going that final slide down the slippery slope and accepting an unmedicated poz cock? Things progressed faster than Drew could have imagined, he was contacted on a barebacking site by someone very close in his vicinity, but who was described as poz not on meds. Drew replied that he was willing to meet up, but who only be prepared to fuck him and not be fucked by him, rationalising this might be safer. The following evening he popped round to the man's house. They soon got down to business and the guy was happy to accept Drew's full grown cock up his arse. Drew picked up a good rhythm and was completely turned on by the experience of fucking his first fully poz arse. So he descended even further down the slippery slope, no longer cautious in his actions, Drew had effectively become a chaser. Drew blasted his load inside the man and presumed this was the end of the proceedings, but the guy had other plans. He persuaded Drew to accept his cock up inside him, agreeing that he would withdraw if requested. Drew felt really turned on, but scared as he accepted the man's poz cock up his arse. The man ploughed Drew's arse really well and Drew was enjoying the feeling of bare cock inside him. Drew was now descending to the bottom of the slippery pole as the man's pole slid up his slippery arse. This carried on for quite some time before Drew called a halt to the proceedings fearing the danger of him accidentally shooting his toxic load inside him. Drew got the shock of his life as the man withdrew his now wilting cock from Drew's hole for it was covered in spunk. He insisted that he would have withdrawn at any time if Drew had asked him, but considering he had not, he happily shot his very toxic poz cum inside Drew.! Drew had now slipped to the very bottom of the slippery pole!

My Boy Wanted BIG Dicks - Chapter 1. My boy and I fuck as often as we can. We have great sex, even if it can seem like the ‘spark’ is gone sometimes. He nearly always bottomed for me, raw, of course, and he could take all of my cock like a champ, but I sensed he wanted something more. One night, as I was pounding his hole, he reached back and slid a finger into his hole next to my thrusting cock. He moaned and pulled out his finger. I quickly replaced it with mine, and soon had three fingers inside his hole along with my cock. I used my other hand to grab my phone off the bedside table and took a few sexy pics. The extra girth had him whimpering like a bitch in heat. That sent me over the edge, and I bred him deep. When I pulled my cock out, I kept working my cummy fingers into his hole, more puffy and stretched than I’d seen it in a long time. We swung back and forth from having an open relationship at times to relatively monogamous. It seemed to me like it was time to find something bigger for my boy to get stuffed with. I realized that if I didn’t do it for him / with him, he’d do it without me. The next day, after work, I stopped by an adult bookstore where in the past I had often sucked cock through a glory hole. On this occasion, however, I was after a cock ring to plump my dick up, and, who knows, perhaps find a big-dicked stud to bring home with me to open my boy’s hole up. I found a cock ring that looked promising; it was chrome and looked as if it would fit snugly around my cock and balls. I paid for it, as he gave me the change, the cashier smiled at me, offering to show me how to put it on. I accepted his invitation and and followed him to a video booth in the back. He left the door behind him slightly cracked and started to pull down his track pants. Out plopped a nice plump seven-inch dick with some big low-hanging balls. He lifted his nutsack, and I could see he was wearing the same cock ring. He unzipped my trousers and fished out my dick. My cock does the job if it is only average. He smirked at me and whispered, "I can see why you’d like a little… enhancement." I chuckled as he unhooked my belt and shoved my pants and underwear down to my ankles. "The trick," he continued, "is to put it on before you get really hard." He slid the ring over my cock and then fished one and then the other nut through the opening. As soon as I had it on, he swiveled me around so I was facing the wall. He grabbed my hips so my ass was ripe for fucking. He spit on his plump dick and slapped it against my ass a few times. I wanted to feel that big dick opening me up, so I grabbed my cheeks and spread my ass wide. He worked three spit-slick fingers into me at the same time. I yowled, but let him keep going until that silky hardness of thick cock sunk into me. It had been so long since I had been fucked that I was super tight. He leaned over me and grunted into my ear "You like getting raw-fucked with that big cock?" I nodded and grunted back at him. He pounded me until he was close and then pulled out, plopping down on the bench and pulling me down, spearing my loosened hole. I bounced up and down until he grabbed my shoulders so my ass was a few inches above his balls and pistoned into me. "I don’t pull out until I cum. Hope you’re okay with that." "FUCK YES!" I shouted, as he picked him his pace, and slammed into me a few final times. I knew he had shot his load deeper into me that I had ever bred my boy. He lifted me off of his cock and had me clean it off. That juicy cock stayed hard thanks to the cock ring, and I licked off his seed and my tangy tinny ass juice. I wondered if he had ripped me up a little. He stood up and pulled his track pants back over that glorious cock and simply walked out. It looked like an anaconda in his pants as he sauntered out. I was still squatting on the filthy floor of the booth when I saw a cock come through the hole in the wall. I sucked it down my throat, less girth and shorter than the cashier's, but still impressive. I notice a spade sign tattooed onto his crotch just at the base of his cock. I kissed it. Once I got that cock slicked up, I turned around and back onto it, swallowing it into my cummy asshole. My unseen buddy held his balls against the hole and let me fuck myself onto it. I heard him grumble, "Gonna cum, dude. You want my load in your ass?" I didn’t answer, but kept bouncing up and down until I heard him squeal and pushed back as he bred my guts. I pulled off and swallowed his cock down to the root, licking our combined wetness and swallowing it. He pulled back and stuck his mouth against the hole. "Your cock, man. I wanna suck your cock." I obliged and stuck my straining dick through the hole. He gulped and slurped until I lost my load down his throat. He swallowed it all like a champ, lustily licking his lips and gurgling as he stood up. I had an idea, and grabbed one of my business cards out of my pocket and thrust it through the hole. He took it and laughed, "We’ll be in touch." I felt more horny than ever, and was still hard. I decided it was time to get home to my boy. On the way out, I slipped my card to the cashier as well. He asked if I wanted a repeat performance, and I replied "I’d love to watch you breed my boy." "You pimping his hole out? He cute?" I showed him pics on my phone of me and my boy, some clothed and some naughty, one of my raw cock in his hole alongside my fingers. "You think he’d like my big raw dick?" I nodded and he handed me his phone to enter my number. "I’ll be in touch," he commented as I headed towards the door. I drove home, feeling those two loads oozing out of my ass. When I got home, my boy was naked, ass up in the bed. I was still wearing the cock ring, and squeezed out some seed from my ass into my hand. I worked it up and down my plump shaft and slapped it against his ass. As I did so, I saw a glob of cum work its way out. "You been fucked?" He nodded, still face down. "Was he hung?" "Like a fucking horse," he moaned into the pillow. "And you let him breed you?" He nodded again. "He NEG?" I asked, already about to blow my load. He hesitated, so I made him answer by shoving my cummy cock into his freshly-bred hole. I asked again, "IS HE NEG?’" "I didn’t ask." He moaned as I fucked him, and then turned his head around, reaching for my cock. "You feel different. Thicker. Plumper." I pulled out to show him the cock ring, slapped his ass with my dick, and diving back in, rocking my hips against his ass, pile-driving his slutty hole. Then I told him what I’d been up to. "I just took two loads at the bookstore Didn’t ask if they were NEG either." "FUUUUUUCK," he groaned into the pillow as I added "I lubed your hole with their loads." "UM HMMMM," he groaned. "So you've got three loads in your ass, and you’re about to get your fourth!" With that I bred him as deeply as I could, although admittedly not as deeply as either of the guys who had bred me at the bookstore. I pulled out and flopped down on the bed next to him. "Did you really get fucked at the bookstore?" I nodded. "Shit. I just jerked off earlier and fingered my own load into my ass to be ready for you." I laughed, thinking he was joking, but then I realized he wasn’t kidding. He knew I wasn’t either when he reached back and fingered my ass, which was still juicy and leaking seed. He brought his cummy fingers to his lips and licked them. I was still hard and he grabbed my dick, pulled me up and onto my knees, shoving my face into the pillow. He ate my ass, gobbling up as much cum as he could before slamming his face against mine, as we kissed those loads back and forth. I reached for my phone to get a pic of our cummy satisfied slutty faces and saw that there was a text. It read: ROBBY HERE. THE CLERK. U WANT ANOTHER LOAD TONIGHT? HOW ABOUT UR BOY? I CAN BREED YOU BOTH. HOPE U DON’T MIND POZ CUM. I showed it to my boy, who grinned, and grabbed the phone. He texted our address back, followed up with: WE’RE READY NOW. CUM BREED US.

I cannot pull out and nut on my bottoms ass. He always tells me to cum on his ass but I just can't do it. When I try to do it I end up stroking but never cumming. I don't know how it is for other tops but I don't want to see my load after sex. I want it deep in my bottoms guts. I keep trying to explain this to him. I don't want the bottom to push my load out. I want it planted in him. To me that is REAL sex. I love a bottom who understands that a top is suppose to plant his DNA inside him. That is the whole point of sex. I might as well jack off if I have to shoot my load on your ass when I'm already inside it while holding your back down with my left hand and gripping your back neck with my right. When I got you in that position just do not ruin it for me please. You're gonna get loaded. Just let it happen. Just needed to rant. . .

Who else is into being bound and bred? Whether it is being tied in a sling. bound to a fuck bench, tied spread eagle on a mattress the scene turns me on and makes me want to serve the TOP as his sexual hole. One of hottest experiences I remember is being tied bent over the back of a couch with my legs in a spreader bar and used for hours at a party.

Part 47 - Boning for a Job Joe spent the morning talking with Kyle about the job. He was worried that Kyle would be reluctant to go to California with him if he didn’t have a job out there too. If Joe had to choose, he would choose Kyle over a job, but he really wanted both. Plus, he would be close to Mark and he really enjoyed their renewed connection. Kyle insisted that he take the job. The pay was good enough to support both of them and he would look for jobs in the area both before and after they graduated. Joe called an uber to get to the hotel to meet Greg and whoever else he had invited. It was a little more complicated than he had planned on, but decided to enjoy the time. Joe had gotten a text message with the room number and he walked through the elegant lobby to the elevators. He got off on the sixth floor and went to room 609 and knocked. The door opened and Greg was standing there in just a jockstrap. Joe walked in and set his backpack down and as soon as he stood up, Greg had him up against the wall and his tongue diving for his throat. Greg’s hands lowered and then slipped behind Joe and then gripped his butt cheeks. Greg pulled him up and carried him to the bed and then leaned over, laying Joe down. Greg climbed on top, pinning Joe’s hands to the bed. “Hey there, sexy. I’ve missed you.” “I missed you too” said Joe and added “How have you been doing, now that you’re all charged up?” “Well, that flu sucked big time. After that, I felt great. And every time I breed a guy I feel even better” Greg said. “Good, I was hoping you would share once you were toxic. That was part of the deal, right?” asked Joe. “Yeah, it was and I’ve been doing my best. I’ve bred a few dozen guys. Not sure if I’ve tagged any yet, though” Greg replied. “It will happen, don’t worry. I thought you said there was going to be a group today” Joe said, looking up at Greg. “Yeah, that’s later. I wanted some time with you alone. Save your loads though, they need to be used on the guests and you already got me, hehe.” “Ok, but now you have me curious who these guys are” Joe said. “Shhh, you’ll find out soon enough. Now suck my cock” Greg said sternly. Joe rolled over and nibbled his way down Greg’s body and swallowed his cock to the base with one gulp. He sucked Greg’s cock before moving to his balls, careful not to get Greg too worked up and let him waste his load. While Greg was firmly in control, this meeting was a lot more sensuous than their previous two sessions. They spent more time cuddling and kissing and even when Greg fucked Joe, it was not as intense. Joe hoped that Greg wasn’t getting attached to him. He liked Greg and was appreciative of him following through with the job, but he always was careful about clients getting too close. Greg’s alarm went off and he slowly pulled his cock out of Joe’s ass. “Damn, I could do this forever, but the other guys are going to be here soon” Greg said. Greg went over to his clothes that were neatly stacked in the dresser and pulled out a stack of cash. He peeled off $1000 and handed it to Joe. “Greg, I can’t take your money. You’ve paid me a hundred times over by getting me a job” Joe said. “Take the money. Until you start working for my company, you are still a student. You’re going to need to pay the bills until you graduate and maybe longer. Now, don’t say too much about our previous meetings to the guys that show up today. As far as they are concerned, we met when I was visiting your campus and you happened to be one of our interviewees. We fucked on a hookup before the interview. Nothing more. OK?” Greg said seriously. Joe sighed and put the money in his jeans pocket. “Yes, sir. You’re the boss” he said to Greg. “Speaking of which… Have you considered our offer?” Greg asked. “Is this really the time to talk about this? Naked in a hotel room?” Joe joked. “Well, it won’t be official unless you have the offer letter signed here, but I’m curious” Greg said. Joe reached into his backpack and handed Greg the offer letter. “Consider it accepted” Joe said. Greg took the letter and quickly looked it over before putting it in the dresser, then turning to Joe and hugging him. Greg said to Joe “Thanks and welcome to the insane asylum. You made a good decision. Though it might make the next hour or so a bit interesting.” Just then there was a knock at the door. Greg went over and opened it and let a guy in. “I see you’ve already started, Greg” a vaguely familiar voice said. Joe turned and saw the goth guy from his interview walk into the room. As soon as Patrick saw Joe standing there naked he stopped and said “What the fuck? Greg, what’s going on here?” Greg laughed and said “I told you I had a surprise. I think you remember Joe. He’s going to help us out on our project. You sometimes say our employees fuck us over and he’s going to do his best today. Joe, you remember Patrick. He’s going to be your boss in a few months, but today he’s your bitch.” Joe felt his stomach flip flop a few times and couldn’t remember ever being so nervous. Patrick looked up and down at Joe and licked his lips. “You look a hell of a lot hotter without those clothes on. You should have been naked at your interview and I would have hired you on the spot” Patrick said. After a pause he continued “I figured you were gay if Greg was raving about you. You’re not like the guys he usually picks up, though, but I figured he had hooked up with you the way he went on. Are you’re the one that did him?” Joe took a deep breath and didn’t really want to answer the question. It really wasn’t anyones business besides Greg and him. Thankfully Greg interrupted and said “Let’s just say it happened on that trip. As you can see from the tattoos, Joe doesn’t hide his current status. He’s nice and potent and perfect for today’s fun.” Patrick circled around Joe looking at all of his body and noticing both the ink and the steel. “Do you take that out to fuck?” he asked Joe. “Nope. I just stretched it up a size so its got more mass” Joe said with a smile. There was another knock at the door and Greg motioned for the other two to stay quiet and move around the corner. Greg opened the door and said “I was starting to get worried that you had decided to not go through with it.” Another familiar voice said “I’m sorry sir. I’ve been down the hall trying to get the nerve to come in.” “If you’re not ready, I understand. There’s no going back. You can leave now, but you know what the deal is” Greg said. “Yes, sir. I am ready.” “Good. Then come in and meet the other guys. One is like you and the other is going to help you two on your quest” Greg said as he walked into the room. Raphi walked into the room and gasped as he saw Patrick and Joe. His eyes darted back and forth between the two and Joe could see a new wave of panic take over Raphi. Greg came up behind him and massaged his shoulders, trying to get him to calm down. “So, Patrick and Raphi want to get charged up. Each has their own reasons, but I told them that I could help. Joe here is poz and toxic. So am I. We’re going to give you our loads and hopefully we will get you both converted. I know that we all work together, so it might be awkward, but this is not a company event. We are just guys meeting to fuck” Greg said as he started to pull Raphi’s shirt off. Joe started to help Patrick undress and soon all four were naked. Joe looked over Patrick’s naked body and saw a skinny, pale guy. He was a couple inches taller than Joe and naturally smooth. His cock was like his body, pale, long and thin. His straight dark hair hung over his head, covering his eyes and there was a matching trimmed bush around his cock. He looked over and saw Raphi standing next to Greg and the difference was startling. Raphi was a a few inches shorter than Joe, not skinny but not muscled. He was latino and had perfect light brown skin with a dark trail that ran from mid chest down to his cock and a light covering of black hair over his pecs. His lower half was pretty hairy and his cock seemed to be a growing uncut six inches. Joe and Patrick took one side of the king bed and Greg led Raphi to the other side. Joe grabbed his backpack and pulled out a few items and tossed them on the bed. He dug around and pulled out a fresh bottle of poppers and took a hit before passing the bottle to Patrick. After Patrick took two long hits, he passed the bottle to Greg. Joe looked Patrick in the eye and said quietly “Do you really want this? There’s no guarantee, but I have a good track record.” Patrick leaned in and kissed Joe deeply and whispered “Yeah I do. I want to knock my cheating boyfriend up. The fucker has kept me from playing around and now I want revenge.” Joe smiled and looked back at Patrick “I hope I don’t regret this in a few months.” “Don’t worry, I keep playtime and work time separate. Now, lets see if all of Greg’s raves about you are true” Patrick said as he dropped to his knees and began to suck Joe’s half hard cock. Joe’s cock reacted quickly and Joe knew that his future boss was really skilled at sucking cock. He had no problem taking it all the way and didn’t gag with the piercing in his throat. His cock had a thick coating of throat slime all over it and Joe wanted to feel Patrick’s ass suck his cock in. He stood there getting sucked and started thinking of ways to ensure Patrick got pozzed. He had taken the bottle brush out of his backpack for the trip and wondered what he might have in his bag to replace it and then grinned. He pulled Patrick up and saw Raphi’s face buried in Greg’s crotch. He whispered to Patrick “Want me to brush your hole?” and saw Patrick’s eyes get big before he nodded slowly. Joe reached down and rifled through the bag and came out with his travel toothbrush and pushed Patrick onto the bed on his knees. Joe stuffed one of Patrick’s socks into his mouth before going to work. He knew this was going to hurt, but he slowly inserted the brush into Patrick’s anal cavity. He pushed in and out while twisting the brush around and he could hear the muffled screams from Patrick. Greg looked over and grinned, remembering how Joe had tortured his hole. Joe spent a few more minutes prepping Patrick’s hole before pulling the brush out. There wasn’t a white bristle left and Joe made sure that Patrick saw the result. Joe pulled the sock out and shoved the toothbrush into Patrick’s mouth. Joe’s cock was dripping and he saw a trickle of blood run out of Patrick’s hole. He spat on the hole and then slowly inserted his rigid penis into Patrick’s destroyed pussy. Once his balls were against Patrick’s, he ground his hips forcing his cock around inside Patrick. Then Joe began pounding in. He had no intention of this being a gentle fuck. Suddenly the bed bounced as Greg threw Raphi on to the bed on his back. Greg reached over and pulled the toothbrush out of Patrick’s mouth and roughly jabbed it into Raphi’s cunt. Raphi’s tried to stifle his screams but was only partially successful. Greg reamed the boy’s hole while Joe was drilling Patrick. Joe wasn’t sure what was lubing his cock, but it was probably a mixture of precum and blood. The bed shook as Greg rammed his cock into Raphi’s hole and more stifled screams filled the room. Patrick felt like a doe in a nature documentary about the rut. Joe was his buck and was intent on knocking him up. The pain was very present but this is what he was here for. Greg was right, Joe really knew how to fuck and as rough as it was he was enjoying every second and his moans told Joe that. Most guys that had fucked him never had this intensity or variety during the fuck. He felt Joe’s breath on the back of his neck and moaned louder. He felt Joe’s teeth bite in gently and knew he was probably getting close. Patrick worked his ass muscles, milking Joe’s cock, getting Joe even closer. With a grunt, Joe unleashed a huge load of his toxic seed into Patrick’s battered hole. Joe’s chest was on Patrick’s pale, sweaty back and as the last pulses from his cock ended he heard Patrick say “Fuck, that was amazing. Greg, you weren’t shitting me.” Joe chuckled and then slowly pulled out. The bed was still shaking as Greg was pounding Raphi mercilessly. Raphi was whimpering and Joe could see the tears run down his face. He hoped that it was from pain and not from him being pressured to get pozzed. Greg slowed his fuck down, but the thrusts got even stronger. Both Raphi and Greg grunted for the last few strokes until Greg exploded inside Raphi’s wrecked hole. Patrick was cleaning Joe’s cock, licking up the blood and cum and bathing his balls in spit. Greg wiped his cock off with a towel and moved around to the other side of the bed. He pushed Joe aside and pulled Patrick off the edge of the bed so he was bent over, his feet on the floor and shoved his cock in. Joe went over behind Raphi and pulled him on to the floor and down on to his knees. He wanted to give him a rest before breeding him and wanted his balls to have more time to recharge. Raphi sucked and licked Joe’s cock, almost like making love to it. Joe quickly realized that this kind of fuck wasn’t really his scene. He figured that Greg had wrecked his hole enough and he just needed to add his strain to Raphi’s cunt and let the bug seep into his blood from there. He pulled Raphi up to the bed and rolled him on to his knees. Raphi reached back and spread his butt cheeks and Joe knew he was ready. With his cock coated in spit he lined it up and slowly slid in to the ravaged hole. He heard Raphi groan and knew he was still pretty sore from Greg’s brushing and rough fuck. He worked up the speed and length of his strokes and soon felt Raphi getting into the fuck. He was pushing back on to Joe’s cock as Joe thrust in and he started to feel Raphi squeeze his ass muscles around Joe’s cock. Joe heard Greg pounding Patrick just like he had Raphi. Patrick was grunting with the occasional scream when Greg really jabbed his cock in. The bed was once again bouncing and both Raphi and Patrick seemed like rag dolls on a vibrating table. Joe started to hear Raphi talk and his voice started to get louder. “Oh fuck yeah, breed me please. Poz my neg ass up.” Joe knew that now he could fuck with full force and he did. He hammered Raphi’s hole and felt him clamp down on his shaft tightly. Joes balls started to tingle and he knew it was about time to give Raphi his second toxic load of the day. He grabbed Raphi’s shoulders and drove his cock in deep, holding it there as the pulses spewed his infected seed into the once neg body. The moans from Raphi turned Joe on and his orgasm lasted longer than he expected. Greg began to shoot when he heard Joe’s moan from shooting his load. Patrick grunted with each thrust of Greg’s cock, each one showering the insides of his hole with poz semen. Greg pulled out and slapped Patricks ass and then went into the bathroom. Joe collapsed on the bed and heard the shower go on. The three of them laid on the bed panting for several minutes. Greg came out of the bathroom, got dressed and walked out of the room without saying another word. The awkward silence that followed was broken by Patrick. “I guess he’s not that into it” Patrick said and neither Joe or Raphi knew how to respond. Raphi rolled over next to Joe and started to stroke his chest. Patrick looked over and then did the same on the other side of Joe. “That was one of the best fucks I’ve had in a long time” Patrick told Joe. Joe put his arms around both guys and said “Thanks. I hope you guys were serious about wanting to get pozzed.” Raphi spoke first and said “I’m scared, but yeah I am.” Patrick said “I already told you I was. I’m just trying to figure out how to get you to breed my boyfriend” and laughed. “If you really want revenge, I think its better if you do it” Joe told Patrick. “Yeah, you’re probably right. And Raphi, the fear is part of what makes it so exciting” Patrick said. “I guess you’re right. I was so turned on when I felt the cum shoot inside me. And feeling it inside me right now, knowing what is happening has my dick so hard it hurts” Raphi said and he started to move down Joe’s body. Joe felt Raphi’s warm mouth engulf his cock and he moaned. Joe’s cock stiffened and Raphi started sucking harder and bobbing on his shaft. “Got any more seed in those balls, Joe?” Patrick asked as he leaned over and started to suck and bite Joe’s nipples. “Yeah, but I’m gonna need a little while to let them fill back up” Joe replied. He enjoyed feeling Raphi nurse on his cock and got an idea on how to dump his next load. “Patrick, are you vers?” Joe asked. “Yeah, why?” Patrick responded. “You up for fucking Raphi while I breed your ass? You’ll get your cock coated with our poz jizz and if you let me scrape it up a bit we can give the bug another way in” explained Joe. He looked over and Patrick had an evil grin on his face. “Climb up and feed me that fuckstick” Joe said. Patrick straddled his chest and Raphi moved between Joe's legs. Joe licked the tip of Patrick’s cut cock and took it in deeper as Patrick pushed in. It started out just like any good blowjob with Joe’s tongue exploring and probing around and his lips moving up and down the shaft. Joe closed his jaw a bit and his teeth scraped along the flesh of Patrick’s cock. It was gentle at first and then Patrick started to fuck Joe’s face harder. With a little more pressure, Joe’s teeth were digging in to Patrick’s cock. The harder he went down, the harder Patrick plowed his face. Patrick put his hands around the back of Joe’s head and really started to fuck his face. He even jabbed to the sides and Joe’s molar’s dug into the head of his cock. Joe really wasn’t expecting Patrick to get into it like he did, but with the coppery taste from blood and the salty precum taste mixing, he knew that Patrick’s cock was ready for a poz cum bath. Patrick slowly pulled his cock out of Joe’s mouth and looked down, seeing the roughed up sections on the shaft and several deep scrapes on the head, both getting darker as the blood rushed to the surface. He knew his cock would be sore for a few days but felt strangely turned on. Patrick got off of Joe’s chest and Joe pulled his cock out of Raphi’s mouth, garnering a whimper from the boy. Raphi was pushed forward on the bed and up on his hands and knees. Patrick moved in behind him and wasted no time in sliding his cock into Raphi’s cum lubed hole. Joe realized that this was not the first time Patrick had done this and was planted deep in Raphi’s ass, waiting for Joe to penetrate him. Joe watched his spit covered cock descend into Patrick’s puffy hole and thrusted in hard the last few inches. He heard a combined “Fuck yeah” from both of the guys in front of him. Joe pulled back until just his cock head was inside Patrick. He knew Patrick’s cock was at least an inch longer than his, though thinner, and this position should be perfect for Patrick to fuck himself on Joe’s cock and then drive back into Raphi. Patrick began to rock back and forth, taking Joe’s cock in until he felt Joe’s thighs against his ass and then shoving his scraped up cock into the cum filled confines of Raphi’s cunt. He picked up speed and occasionally gyrated his hips. Joe’s hands rested on Patrick’s hips to steady himself and to give him a brace for the times he would slam in when Patrick was ramming into Raphi. He could even feel Raphi push back to meet Patrick’s thrusts and it seemed they all were enjoying a perfectly orchestrated three way. The bed was rocking and all three guys were either moaning or grunting. Patrick began to fuck harder and with each thrust in, he squeezed his ass around Joe’s cock which started to swell. Patrick slammed into Raphi, grabbing his shoulders and holding him firmly just as his cock began to shoot ropes of neg cum into Raphi’s hungry hole. Joe felt the orgasm milk his own cock and it was only a few seconds later that Joe hammered Patrick’s hole a few more times before pumping a third toxic load into his ass. The three stayed in position until all of the bodies stopped shaking and cum had been fully deposited into both asses and the bed cover. Joe pulled out and collapsed on the bed and Patrick soon did the same. Raphi moved between them and started to clean both of their cocks, sucking up the cum mixture before looking up at both guys with a huge grin. They rested for a short while before getting up and rinsing off in the shower. They got dressed and cleaned the room up a bit, but the bed was a cum and spit soaked mess. “Thanks. That was a lot of fun. Its going to take a few weeks to see if you two were successful and I don’t know about Raphi, but I’d like to do it again before you go back home. We can leave Greg out of it next time, though” Patrick said. “Hell, yeah! I’m up for it” Raphi said enthusiastically. Patrick wrote down his number on slip of paper and handed it to Joe saying “Call me about the job, at least. Or sex… Or both.” They walked out of the room and Joe hopped in the cab outside the front of the hotel and took the short ride back to Mark’s apartment. Half way through the trip his phone buzzed. He read the message from Greg. “Sorry for bailing. Realized I don’t like watching you fuck other guys.” “Shit” muttered Joe hoping the driver hadn’t heard him swear.

The list is at the end of page 11. There are only three or four new characters to add. I'll update it when there's more. My formula has been to mostly have the main characters (Mark, Joe, Kyle) have fun with a new guy or two, and occasionally develop those characters when I find them interesting (i.e. Steven, Ric, Greg). I'm actually trying not to create too many "regular" characters, but sometimes its better to have a familiar face add to the fun. It seems from comments that some readers seem to have their favorites though.

Part 3: HAL HAS HIS WAY Jared’s phone vibrated as he walked up to Hal’s door. Another call from Ryan. He ignored it. He definitely didn’t want to talk to his friend right now… he wasn’t even sure if he still wanted to be friends. How could he be around someone who had rejected him completely, betrayed him even, like Ryan had? The truth was he didn’t feel much like socialising at all right now. Even with Hal who been so sweet last night. He HAD tried to cancel, but Hal had sounded so disappointed on the phone… so here he was. He took a deep breath and knocked on the door. The door opened and the first thing he saw was the smile. Definitely the most beautiful smile he had ever seen. And… he was suddenly glad he hadn’t cancelled. “Hey. I’m so glad you made it.” Hal said, ushering him in. He was wearing blue jeans that just seemed to magically rest on his hips and a black button up shirt that fit his body like a glove. The sleeves were rolled up about halfway up the forearm and the top button had come undone allowing a glimpse, just a tantalising glimpse, at that amazing chest. Hal pulled him into a warm hug and kissed him on the forehead. “Dinner will be ready in 10 or 15 minutes. Come into the kitchen with me.” Jared followed and watched, amazed, as Hal moved expertly around the kitchen. It felt so normal, like a real date. The kind that almost everyone he knew from Church and school had been going on for years. Not him though. Ryan had been the only other gay guy he had known about.. and Ryan, of course, had no interest in dating him. No. He wouldn’t think about Ryan. Not tonight. This beautiful man was being so kind, so amazing, to him. Tonight was about Hal. No one else. “Mind setting the table?” Hal smiled again. “Plates are in that cupboard and silverware is there.” Keep smiling like that to me and I will do anything for you, Jared thought to himself. The whole time they chatted easily, almost effortlessly, and Jared let himself relax. As they sat down to dinner, however, Hal pulled out a bottle and set it on the table. Damn, Jared thought. Wine. Alcohol. “I… um… don’t drink. I’m Mormon.” “Really? That’s too bad. I picked this up especially for you.” Hal seemed to think for a split second, then smiled again. That warm and disarming smile. “I know a little about Mormons. I don’t think they like gay guys that much do they?” “No. I guess not.” “So, you told me yesterday that you want to have sex with a guy someday. If you are willing to do that then surely a little wine can’t be THAT terrible, can it?” Jared had heard the argument before. But when Hal said it — with his beautiful, kind smile — it just made sense to him. And he really didn’t want to seem too awkward to his new friend. “I guess not.” Hal poured half a glass and handed it to him. “Just try a little, if you don’t like it we’ll find something else for you.” Jared nodded. “Cool. A toast then.” Hal poured himself a glass as well and raised it. “To the cutest guy in town.” Jared blushed. Could Hal really like him? Really? His hand trembled a bit as he brought the glass to his lips. This was a line he thought he would never cross, a rule he would never break. But he allowed a little of the wine to flow into his mouth. And he wanted to gag. People actually liked this stuff? Ugh. “You ok?” Hal asked. “Um. Yeah. Just didn’t taste like I thought it would. It’s good.” Jared lied. If dinner had smelled good, it tasted even better. Jared even managed to drink his wine. Although his stomach had almost turned when Hal poured him a second glass of the horrible stuff. It was his own fault, he told himself, he was the one who had lied. God was clearly punishing him for that lie. They cleared the table and did dishes together, their bodies close together over the sink. Jared could picture them doing this together for the rest of their lives. He tried to shake himself out of it — it was too early for such thoughts — but it seemed so real to him. And he liked the thought… maybe he could pretend. Just for tonight. He was almost disappointed when the dishes were done. “Why don’t you have a seat on the sofa and I’ll get us something to drink.” Jared found his way to the living room and took a seat. He felt a little flushed and light headed. So this is what drunk felt like. Didn’t feel so bad so far. Soft music started playing and he turned around to see Hal putting a remote down. He didn’t realise, of course, that the remote had also turned on the video cameras around the room. Hal handed him what looked like orange juice. “Try this, I think you’ll like it more than the wine.” Jared took a sip and smiled. He could taste the bitter undertone of some kind of alcohol but the orange juice made the drink very palatable. This was more like it. He took a big drink, almost emptying the glass. Hal sat down close to him on the sofa and put his arm around him. Jared rested against the beautiful man’s chest. Oh! This was amazing. Between the music, the alcohol, and Hal’s warm and fit body — well, it was all just so… perfect. Fingers rested on his chin, lifting his face up. Hal’s lips met his and they kissed. Hal’s tongue slipped, teasingly, into his mouth. A little moan escaped Jared’s lips. “You are so amazing.” Hal whispered. “You are so special.” Hal’s hand rested on his back, holding their bodies close. Jared didn’t think his cock had ever been so hard. He tried not to look but Hal’s cock was obviously hard as well. Hal raised Jared’s hand and placed it on his pec. The twink couldn’t believe how excited it made him feel. He was sweating just a little. Their lips met again; Hal’s hand slowly slid down his back. So slowly it was almost unnoticeable. But Jared noticed. Should I stop it? He asked himself. I don’t want to let things get out of hand. He was saving himself for the guy he would spend the rest of his life with. But, right now, it just felt so good. Hal felt so good. Maybe, this is the man he would be with forever? “You are so beautiful, Jared. I think I may love you already.” Jared swooned. Could it be true? It must be… why would Hal say it otherwise? His doubts slipped away and he said a little silent prayer to Heavenly Father to thank him. Hal’s fingers slipped into the waist band of his jeans. Grazing his butt. Jared shivered at the gentle caress of fingers on a part of him that had never been touched this way before. He let his own hand drift down. From Hal’s chest, down his abs, to rest over the straining bulge in the virile man’s jeans. He could feel the warm throbbing flesh through the denim. He didn’t realise his fingers were moving in sync with Hal’s fingers on his butt. “Take it out.” Hal whispered. Jared’s fingers were shaking as he fumbled with the button and zipper. A still, small voice in his head said to slow down. Stop. But he didn’t slow down. He didn’t stop. He couldn’t stop. The shaft rose to freedom as the containing zipper was pulled away. Jared had gotten a bit of a look in the sauna but now… now his fingers wrapped eagerly around it. The first cock he had ever touched besides his own but his hand instinctively started stroking. Then… Gasp! Hal’s fingers slipped into his crack and touched him… down there. In that most sensitive spot. He hadn’t even noticed own belt and jeans being unfastened. A fluid, white or perhaps slightly yellow, dripped from the hard cock in his hand. He had heard of pre-cum, even if didn’t produce much himself, but it didn’t look quite like he expected. Still, what else could it be? Hal broke their kiss and put his hand on the back of Jared’s head. “Taste it.” It wasn’t a request but Jared didn’t mind. He liked when Hal was assertive, in control. He felt no need to worry or resist. Just relax and go with the flow. And so he allowed the hand on the back of his head guide him to lean over Hal’s lap. Until he faced the big cock. The strange fluid dripping down the shaft. He parted his lips and cock became the first ever to enter his mouth. New smells, tastes, sensations filled him. He needed more. His mouth began working up and down the solid pillar. “Teeth.” Hal hissed. He did his best to keep his teeth off the cock. A cock that seemed even thicker in his mouth that it had in his hand. But he was doing it! He was a cocksucker now… and he felt, strangely, proud of that. He couldn’t see Hal lean back and give a thumbs up to the camera or point to his ass… mouthing “Next!” with an evil smile. He could only feel as Hal’s fingers again caressed his butt, his crack, his sphincter. Gently circling. Feeling like it would push through only to dance away. It was driving him crazy. He wanted to beg Hal to do it… but he couldn’t talk with him mouth so full. Jared wasn’t sure how long he sucked the dick. But his lips, his tongue, his mouth were all coated with the dripping fluid he assumed was pre-cum. A fair amount had even worked it’s way down his throat even though there was no way he could go far enough on the cock for it to even approach his throat. Finally, Hal gently lifted his head off his cock. “Let’s go lay down.” This was it. Jared knew it was the moment. He was going to surrender his virginity to this man. But it was ok. They loved each other. This was the man he was going to be with forever. Hal helped him to stand. Jared’s jeans and underwear fell to the floor. His shirt followed. He was completely naked while Hal was still dressed, albeit with his cock still out of his jeans. Hal took his hand and led him to the bedroom. The music was playing in here as well. And, unbeknownst to Jared, Hal turned off the living room cameras and turned on the bedroom ones. Their lips met again while Hal gently laid Jared on the bed and laid atop him. Grinding their crotches together. It felt good. So good. But Jared was ready now. Ready for the next step. Ready to surrender his most precious gift to the man he felt he now loved. “Please, Hal. Please make love to me.” “Say it again. Say it louder.” “Please make love to me.” “It’s going to hurt. The first time. But I will be as gentle as i can.” Hal smiled one of his warm smiles. He was lying, of course, he was going to rough up this hole good. All the better to “impregnate” the bitch… but this naive slut-to-be didn’t need know that. He rolled Jared over. He kissed the twink’s body and moved slowly down. His lips kissing, teasing, his prey’s neck. His shoulders. Back. Butt. Then, ever so gently (so as not to spook the bitch), the warm hole. Like any good bottom, touched for the first time, a quake of pleasure ran through Jared’s whole body. The tongue on his hole was so unexpected… but felt sooooo good. The fingers that followed, that slowly pried his hole open, didn’t feel as good. But he understood he needed to be opened a bit for the big dick that was about to enter him. Claim him. Hal lifted Jared so he was on elbows and knees with his face flat to the bed. Hal’s fingers spread lube on his hole. Almost time. Jared watched as Hal lubed his cock… “Wait… aren’t you going to use a condom?” Jared turned to face the man he was giving himself to. “Why? You don’t have anything I should worry about, do you?” “No, no… I don’t have anything.” “Good. This is our first time. I want this to be special. The first time of many. I want to feel myself inside you. You trust me, don’t you?” Jared knew he should say no. Insist on a condom. But he was so horny, so relaxed from the alcohol. He just couldn’t bring himself to argue. “I trust you.” He returned to the pose Hal wanted him in. The cock slipped up his crack. And down. Back and forth. Teasing his hole. One of Hal’s hands on his hip, holding him tight. Pressure. This was it. It was time to… The sound that burst out of Jared was primal. Barely human. Hal’s second hand wrapped around his mouth, muffling the cry. Every muscle in his body wanted to move. Get away from the pain. But Hal held him tight. “Shhhh, baby. It’s ok. Just relax. You are going to love this. I promise. This is something that will be with you for the rest of your life.” Jared did his best, but his body kept trying to move despite his best efforts. Hal’s firm control succeeded in holding him in place, however, as the cock slid slowly deeper and deeper. He didn’t know how long it took, but he was startled when he felt Hal’s thighs resting against his butt. His lover’s cock was all the way in. Balls deep. He had surrendered himself completely. Hal’s cock pulled back. And thrust in again. And again. And again. It still hurt, more than any other pain Jared could remember, but at the same time it felt… good? Natural? Right? Like he was complete in a way he had never felt before. He didn’t notice as his body began thrusting back. Begging without words for Hal to fill his hole with cock. To make him whole. “Your hole is so tight. You feel so good.” Hal said. Strangely loudly as if for someone else to hear. “How do you feel?” “I feel… amazing!” “You like that big cock, then? You like it fucking your boy pussy?” Hal sounded less gentle, less loving now. The wording threw Jared a little. It seemed so raunchy. So coarse. But it was true. And he liked it. He liked Hal talking to him this way. “Yes, I love you fucking me.” “Good boy. I’m getting close. You ready? You want it?” “Yes… please. Cum in me.” Hal smiled in triumph. He thrust again. Hard. Driving the breath out of Jared’s lungs. Again. And again. And… His body shook as his balls drew up and fired his deadly load into the no-longer virgin hole. He shifted forward, his body pressing Jared flat into the bed, his cock still buried deep. Keeping his cum inside to do it’s job. Jared wanted to stoke his own cock but it was trapped beneath his own body. He thought Hal would pull out after a moment… but was amazed that the cock inside him stayed mostly hard. He tried to catch his breath but it was hard with Hal’s weight on him. Slowly Hal began moving again. Thrusting again. Fucking him again. Even harder than the first time. “Who’s my little bitch?” Hal hissed. “I am. I’m your bitch.” “Fuck yeah!” Hal lasted longer the second time. Thrusting hard. Merciless. All the while whispering nasty things in Jared’ ear. But eventually, he came again. When he finally rolled off and lay next to Jared, the twink’s hole was aching. But he was still so horny. Jared reached to stoke his own cock. He needed to burst. But Hal pulled him in close and began kissing him again. Jared found himself in another position where he couldn’t reach his cock. Jared thought they would fall asleep, spend the night together. After awhile however, of holding each other and kissing, Hal rolled off the bed. “That was amazing.” The taller man said. “You are amazing.” Jared smiled and blushed. “You too. I’m so glad you were my first.” He wanted to, finally, stroke his own cock.. .which was jutting up from his crotch demanding attention. But it felt awkward now that Hal was standing. “I’m glad too, I had a really good time… but I have to go out of town for work tomorrow. Best call it a night.” “Oh. Ok.” Jared stood up, confused, and followed Hal out to the living room. He found his discarded clothes and dressed. “Is everything ok? Did I do something wrong?” “No, you were great. If I didn’t have such a crazy day tomorrow I would definitely have you stay over. We will do this again when I’m back, ok?” There was something… off-putting… about the way that Hal was speaking. Distant. Less affectionate. Jared didn’t know what to say, or what to think, so he let Hal usher him out the door. Hal couldn’t help but laughing after he kicked the twink out. That had gone even better than he expected. But it had taken longer than expected as well. It was already midnight. He had promised his subscribers some footage by 11. He did some quick editing and put a short teaser video out of some of the key moments of Jared’s seduction. “As promised, there is one less virgin — Mormon no less — and one new boipussy-in-the-making tonight. Here are some key scenes. Just a preview tonight.. more coming in the morning." It didn’t take long for his subscribers to start commenting. “More!” “I hope you pozzed him up good.” “I thought he would balk when he saw your gono dick. Don’t think the bitch knew what he was looking at. lol.” “You going to breed him again? I think he’s in love with you.” Hal leaned back in his chair. He would definitely fuck the boi again. He wanted to make sure the boi got his gift…. but that gonorrhoea would show up in a week or two. And the bitch was going to freak out. Still he had time to fuck him, and fuck with his head, one more time before he dumped the stupid fucker. NEXT: RYAN GETS MORE, JARED GETS DESPERATE

[ There is a mention about escorts in this (and earlier) chapters. From the info in the alert, I think it should be OK since its in a section of fictional stories and this story is complete fiction ] Part 46 - Pool time The next few days were quiet as they recovered from their trip to San Francisco. Joe sent a message off to Greg with several questions about the job and a separate one about meeting for fun. He didn’t feel he could charge Greg but was unsure how to handle it. He decided to just meet and not mention anything about money and not accept it if Greg gave it to him. Joe’s other phone buzzed with a message and he hauled it out. The message was from Greg. “Let’s meet at the Palomar Hotel tomorrow. I’ll get room. Mind if its a group?” Joe replied “Sounds good. What time? Group OK, I think. Who?” His main phone buzzed and he had answers to most of his work questions from Greg. While he was reading the messages his second phone buzzed and Greg’s response was “4pm. A couple future co-workers.” Joe then sent a message to the intern he met on the interview before Christmas. “Hi. This is Joe. We met when Greg gave me the tour after my 2nd interview. Can we talk?” Raphi replied back a little while later “yeah. now?” Joe walked out on the balcony and took a big hit off the joint and stubbed it out. He called Raphi and he asked several questions about the job, the workplace, work hours, and then finally asked about the people there. “Yeah, its the people that make this a great place to work” Raphi said. “We work hard, but we play hard too. Sometimes its G rated stuff - bowling, softball or sand volleyball. Stuff like that. But some of the people like to have more, uh, adult fun. Drinking, dancing, partying, and…” Raphi stopped. “And?” Joe asked. “Can I ask you a personal question, Joe?” Raphi asked nervously. “Yeah, no problem” replied Joe. “I think I know the answer, but I want to be sure. Are you, uh… gay or bi?” asked Raphi. Joe laughed and said “Yeah, I am.” “Oh good. My gaydar has always sucked and I misinterpret guys all the time. I can never tell if someone is just being friendly or hitting on me. Anyway, the reason I asked is that some of the guys at work have sex parties sometimes. I’ve heard they’re really wild. I haven’t gone to one yet, I’ve been too nervous” Raphi said. “My turn to ask a personal question, then” said Joe and Raphi said “Sure” in his usual, exuberant voice. “Are you nervous because you’re a virgin?” Joe asked. “Oh fuck no! I lost that years ago. I, uh, just never, uh… done it in a group” Raphi replied. “Ah, that’s cool. Don’t worry about it. Maybe start small with two or three other people and then try larger groups when you’re ready. Just remember, it can be fun to go outside your comfort zone” Joe said. “Yeah, thanks. I hope you decide to take the job. You seem like a cool guy and I think it would be fun to work together. If they’ve offered you a job then they really want you. Its very tough to get a job there. Most people don’t last through the first interview. I heard they only gave four second interviews” Raphi said. “Oh wow. Thanks for the heads up. I’ll be talking to you later. Maybe we can grab coffee or a beer later in the week” Joe replied. “Yeah, that would be cool. Maybe you can tell me the strange place where Greg found you then, hehe” Raphi said. Joe chuckled and said “Uh, maybe. Bye” and hung up the phone. Joe and Kyle put on their swim suits and grabbed a few beers before going to the hot tub downstairs. They took their t-shirts and sandals off and slid into the hot bubbling water. They discussed Joe’s job offer and how they wished they could be naked and fuck each other out in public. They made comments about some of the guys laying out by the main pool and realized why Mark liked this apartment complex since it seemed that it was filled with hot guys. They heard a noise behind them and when they turned they saw two guys setting their drinks down and getting into the other side of the tub. They took in the sight of the newcomers who smiled back and were obviously checking Joe and Kyle out. “Hi, mind if we join you?” asked the blond haired guy. “No problem” Kyle replied. The new guys tossed their towels to the side and both were wearing speedos that left little to the imagination. The blonde guy was tall and thin and seemed to be completely shaved, with no pubic hair showing above his low cut orange speedo. The other guy was a chocolate skinned black guy with his hair in a mohawk, a few inches taller than his friend and while also thin, had a lot of definition to his muscles. His cock, while seemingly soft left a large bulge in his yellow swimsuit. “I’m Adam and this is Wes” the blond guy said and Joe introduced themselves. Joe looked over and Adam and Wes were sitting close together with their hands underneath the bubbling water, which he assumed meant they were groping each other. “I don’t think I’ve seen you guys around before. Did you guys just move in?” Wes asked. “We’re out visiting my brother for the holidays and thought we’d come down here and enjoy the weather and the views” Joe replied. “Ah, cool. Are you two… uh… together?” Adam then asked. “Yeah, Joe’s my boyfriend. But… we’re… uh… open” Kyle responded and then winked. Both Adam and Wes smiled before Adam said “We’re roommates but sometimes we play together.” There was a minute of silence while it seemed everyone was checking each other out more thoroughly. “Nice tattoo” Adam commented. “Thanks. My brother got it for me as my graduation gift. Now I just have to graduate!” Joe said with a chuckle and everyone laughed with him. Adam and Wes started to move across the hot tub near Joe and Kyle. Adam reached out and traced parts of the tattoo on Joe’s arm and then chest. “Oh, sorry. I didn’t mean to be that rude. I just haven’t been up close with any guys that have a tattoo and it fascinates me. I don’t think I could stand the pain to have something like that done” Adam said. Joe chuckled again and said “No problem, I like hot guys touching me. The tattoo didn’t hurt too much. Just the chest part, really, and it wasn’t too bad.” Joe glanced over and Wes was getting close to Kyle. He looked back and Adam was moving in to kiss Joe, so he put his arm around Adam and pulled him in. Their lips touched and then Joe parted his lips and pressed his tongue to Adam’s lips. The kiss got more intense and Joe heard a moan come from Kyle and Wes’s direction. The two pairs were making out for several minutes until Adam broke the kiss and sat down next to Joe. His hand quickly made it’s way to Joe’s crotch where he found a stiff cock straining against his swimsuit. Adam grasped Joe's cock and then stroked it slowly. Kyle was rubbing Wes’s bulge and watching the snake grow longer and thicker until it started to crawl out of his speedo. Kyle looked up at Wes and grinned before licking his lips. Wes looked over at Joe and Adam who were kissing again while Adam stroked Joe’s cock underneath the water. Wes said “We should probably go inside before we get busted again.” Adam reluctantly ended the kiss and agreed. Adam and Wes went back over to the other side of the tub and got out, covering their hard cocks by wrapping their towels around their waists. Joe and Kyle started to get out of the pool doing the same and dropped their empty beer cans in the trash. They started to walk back towards the building, with Joe and Kyle in the lead. Once inside, they got on the elevator and Adam hit 3, for their floor. The four walked down the hall to Adam and Wes’s apartment and went in. As soon as they were inside, everyone stripped off their swimsuits and Adam led everyone into his bedroom. Joe turned Adam around and backed him up to the bed before pushing him back so he laid down on one side of the bed. “Damn, you have another tattoo” Adam said as he tried to look closer at it. “Yeah I do” Joe said as he climbed on top of Adam. “Fuck! He’s got a third one too” exclaimed Wes as he spotted the biohazard tattoo on Joe’s calf. “What? Let me see!” Adam said excitedly. Joe climbed off and then turned around, showing Adam the back of his leg. “Oh, shit! You’re poz, aren’t you?” Adam said. “Yeah I am” Joe replied. Kyle moved back and let Wes see the tat above his cock. “Fuck. You too?” Wes said. “We can play safe” Joe said, sensing reluctance from Adam. “I don’t care. I’m on prep, so I’m good” Wes said. Adam looked to be white as a ghost. “Uh… I… uh… don’t fuck with poz guys. Sorry” Adam said. Joe decided to push a bit, since he really wanted to fuck Adam. “Are you on prep?” he asked. “No” Adam replied. “Then you always fuck with condoms then. Right?” Joe probed a bit more. “No, I prefer it raw” Adam said after several seconds. “Then its just a matter of time. There’s lots of guys out there that don’t know they’re poz and will tell you they’re neg. Theres even some guys that know they’re poz and will lie just to fuck you. You’ve probably already taken poz loads and you didn’t even know it” Joe said in an almost scholarly voice. “No, I’m really careful” Adam said. “Dude, that’s stupid. I’ve been telling you for over a year to get on it” Wes said as he started to move towards the door, dragging Kyle with him. “You wouldn’t fuck with a poz guy even with a condom?” Joe asked as he looked down at Adam. “No. I’ve had them break before” Adam said. Joe stepped back and started towards the door. As soon as he got out into the living room and was reaching for his swimsuit, Wes called to him and motioned him into the other bedroom. Wes pulled them in close and said “Fuck yeah! Now I get to get tag teamed by a couple of hot poz guys!” Joe looked at Kyle and then said “As long as you end up fucking both of us too.” “Hell, yeah!” Wes replied and the three of them moved on to the bed. Joe moved in front of Wes and Kyle behind him and soon Wes had a cock in his throat and a tongue up his ass. His rock hard, nine inch, thick cut cock was dripping precum almost immediately on the bed while Joe and Kyle used him. No mention had been made about condoms and Kyle didn’t see any around. He did spot a bottle of poppers next to a bottle of lube and quickly grabbed both of them. He did two hits from the brown bottle and then dripped some lube on Wes’s pulsing hole. Kyle worked his finger in and forced some lube inside. He worked his finger in and out and then added a second finger. Wes was moaning around Joe’s cock as his hole got opened up. Joe was slowly fucking his cock into Wes’s mouth and then into his throat. Joe knew that Wes was really good at sucking and deep throating cock and seemed to be enjoying every second. He tried to pace it so that he didn’t blow his load down Wes’s throat. He wanted to plant his load deep in that hot bubble butt. Kyle couldn’t wait to get his cock in Wes’s hole so he pulled his fingers out and slicked up his cock with lube and moved in. He passed the poppers to Joe and then slid his cock into the quickly closing hole. He pushed in slowly, sinking his cock all the way in with one long stroke. A muffled “Oh fuck yeah” came from Wes and Kyle felt Wes clamp down on his cock when he got all the way in. Kyle started rolling his hips and drilled his raw cock into Wes’s hungry pussy. The harder he fucked the harder Joe’s cock got driven into Wes’s throat. Joe and Kyle had fucked many guys like this and it never seemed to get old. Joe’s cock was getting treated like few other times when they had spit roasted guys. No matter how hard Kyle fucked, Wes was still using his tongue and throat to massage and pleasure his cock. He finally had to pull his cock out of Wes’s mouth to prevent himself from cumming. He held up the poppers to Wes’s nose and let him breathe in. Kyle put his hands on Wes’s shoulders and forced his head into the mattress. He got up on his feet and started to pound into Wes, his cock plunging deep into his tunnel. His precum had been coating Wes’s insides and making it easy to fuck him hard. Kyle began to moan as his balls tightened. Wes started to beg in between thrusts - “Fuck yeah” “drill that ass” “fucking breed me.” The last one told Kyle everything he needed to know and began to feel his cock pulse as he shot his toxic seed deep inside Wes’s prep'd neg hole. He wasn’t going to be able to knock Wes up, but it still felt good. When the shots stopped, Kyle thrust in a few more times and pulled out. He heard a whimper from Wes, but his hole was not empty long before Joe took his turn. Wes’s hole was slick and still gaping when Joe shoved in all the way and Wes let out a loud moan. This was a feeling Joe loved, an eager hole filled with poz cum coating his cock. Joe knew he wouldn’t last long, since Wes’s oral skills had taken him to the edge several times already. He reached forward and pulled Wes up, so they were both upright while Joe drilled his cock in. He whispered into Wes’s ear “It feels good having that poz load inside you, doesn’t it?” Wes replied with a “Mmmhmm.” “You like taking the forbidden seed, right?” Joe continued as his hips slammed into Wes’s ass. “Oh yeah” Wes moaned. “One day you’ll stop taking the meds and let it happen, won’t you?” Joe teased and got “Mmmhmm” from Wes. Joe was a little surprised at Wes’s response, but it turned him on even more. Four more thrusts and his cock showered Wes’s guts with another toxic load of cum. They both yelled out when Joe’s orgasm hit and Joe held Wes tight, lightly biting his neck. Joe and Wes slowly fell to the bed, Joe’s cock still inside Wes. Kyle joined the two of them and they laid there recovering for several minutes. Wes’s cock was semi hard and Kyle leaned down and began to suck on it. He tasted the sweat and the precum that had been dripping out while they had been fucking Wes. It quickly got rigid and filled Kyles mouth with its girth. Wes smiled as Kyle sucked and Joe played with his nipples. “You boys want my neg seed in those poz cunts?” Wes said and was greeted with both saying “Mmmhmm” as they continued getting Wes aroused. Wes got up and pushed Kyle off the bed and bent him over. He took the bottle of lube and pushed some into Kyle’s hole with a pair of fingers. It was obvious to Kyle that this fuck wasn’t going to be gentle. A third finger joined in and Wes twisted his fingers around, stretching Kyle open. Wes yanked his fingers out and slapped his hard cock on Kyle’s ass. He spread the cheeks apart and rubbed his cock up and down and then without warning jabbed it into Kyle’s hole. “FUCK!” Kyle yelled. This was the biggest cock that Kyle had taken in a while and Wes was just ripping into his ass. Kyle buried his face into the bed, letting it muffle his screams. He tried to get his body to relax but it took longer than he wanted. After almost two dozen thrusts he got used to the brutal invasion from Wes’s cock. His ass was burning, but it started to feel good. He turned his head and started to moan and that seemed to spur Wes on to fuck harder and go that extra bit deeper, hitting his inner ring. Kyle’s eyes rolled back and a new wave of pain spread through his body. Soon, that too dissipated and Kyle’s moans returned. Wes pounded Kyle like that for several minutes and then Kyle felt his cock get even thicker. “UGHHH UGGHHH AAAAHHHHHHHHH” screamed Wes as Kyle felt his guts get filled with cum. He couldn’t feel any pulses from Wes’s cock, it just seemed like a flood of hot cream was getting pumped into him. Joe stood there looking in awe of what happened to Kyle and was bracing himself for similar treatment. Wes pulled his cock out of Kyle’s hole and a mixture of cum and blood dripped out down his balls and legs. Kyle crawled up on to the bed and laid there face down and Wes slapped his ass. “Thats why I love fucking poz guys. They know how to take cock and love it rough.” Wes said. He sat down on the bed, rubbing Kyle’s back when they heard from the doorway “Can I join in?” It was Adam. He was shaking and still pale. “Sure, bring the condoms” Joe said. “No. No condoms. You’re right. I am playing with fire and didn’t want to admit it. At least this way I’ll know when it happens” Adam said. “You sure about this? We’re not on meds” Kyle said, turning his head back towards Adam. “Uh… Yeah” Adam replied. Kyle got up from the bed, feeling more cum drip down his leg and motioned Adam over. Wes got up and moved to the other side of the bed and motioned for Joe to kneel on the bed with his ass over the edge. Wes lubed up Joe’s hole and then tossed the bottle over to Kyle. Adam climbed on the bed and Kyle said quietly “On your back.” Kyle rolled Adam on to his shoulders and began to rim his hairless ass. He sucked Adam’s balls into his mouth, one by one, and then feasted on the tight hole. He could still feel Adam’s body quiver but soon he also heard him moan. Curling his tongue, he worked it into Adam’s tight hole, feeling it relax the more his tongue poked in. Kyle brought his index finger up and slowly pushed it in, getting the spit inside. He knew that Adam was too nervous and too tight to just use spit for lube and leaned back and dripped some of the lube over his pucker. Kyle’s finger slid in much easier now and he tried to get the lube in deeper. Joe and Wes had been watching up to this point and then Wes started to lube up Joe’s ass too. Kyle added a second finger and felt Adam loosen up and didn’t feel him shaking any more. The moans got louder from Adam and Kyle knew he had gotten over his fear. A third finger went in and Adam’s hole opened up nicely. After a few quick strokes of his lubed hand on his cock, Kyle lowered Adam down and lined his cock up. He wasn’t even sure if Adam had ever had a pierced cock in his ass, but he soon was going to. Kyle locked his eyes on Adam’s and he saw that combination of fear and lust that he knew from every neg guy he had fucked since he converted. Kyle slowly pushed in and felt Adam’s hole clamp down. “You sure about this?” he asked and Adam nodded ‘yes’. Adam took a deep breath and his hole loosened up and Kyle’s cock popped inside. He let Adam get used to it before rocking his hips, getting his cock in deeper with each stroke. Kyle chuckled to himself thinking that as brutal a fuck Wes had just given him, he was doing the opposite with Adam. His strokes got longer and longer and his precum began to add to the spit and lube he had used. Adam was staring at him, never blinking as he started slow and worked up to a full fuck. His pubic hair was hitting against the hairless pussy and he saw a smile come across Adam’s face. Soon there was the slapping sound of two bodies slamming into each other as Wes was pounding Joe while Kyle fucked Adam. Wes was holding back, trying not to scare Adam any more than he already was. Joe was relieved that he was being spared the savage fuck that Kyle had gotten. Groans and moans filled the room with the skin slapping sounds. The pace seemed to pick up in spurts. First Kyle would fuck faster and Wes would match it, then Wes would speed up and Kyle would follow suit. Kyle knew he was close and he looked down at Adam, trying to decide whether to pull out or not when Adam said “Breed me.” Kyle needed no more encouragement and jack rabbited his cock into Adam’s hole before slamming in deep and unleashing a huge load of charged cum inside Adam’s neg hole. Wes heard Adam’s comment and Kyle’s subsequent orgasm and started to pound Joe’s ass hard. Just as hard as he had Kyle’s. Joe wasn’t prepared for it and his body recoiled from the sudden attack. His hole gripped Wes’s shaft like a vice and it just made things more painful. It also caused Wes to start to shoot his load deep inside Joe. When Wes’s cock stopped throbbing and pumping his seed in, Wes pulled his cock out and stood there panting. Kyle pulled his cock out of Adam and climbed off the bed. Joe scooted over got between Adam’s legs and asked “You want another one?” Adam nodded and Joe slid his rock hard cock into Adam’s creamy hole. Kyle walked over to Wes and got on his knees and started to clean his cock of the slime from Joe and his ass. Wes’s cock stayed hard even though he had just fucked and bred two guys. He was fixated on Joe fucking Adam. Joe wasn’t as gentle as Kyle was, but Adam seemed to be ok with it. Joe pushed Adam back and folded him up, getting better leverage to drill into his neg cunt. His long strokes sometimes got too long and he pulled all the way out and drove right back in, causing a gasp to come from Adam. The cum from Kyle kept Adam lubed up and the force of Joe’s cock was pushing some of the creamy goodness out and around the base of Joe’s cock. “You want my load too?” asked Joe as he started to fuck harder. Kyle stopped sucking to hear Adam’s response. “Fuck yeah, breed me too!” yelled Adam. Joe slowed down and slammed in, waited a moment then slowly pulled back before doing it again. Joe looked deep into Adam’s blue eyes and gave one final shove, leaving his cock in deep as his balls pumped his virus laden cum into Adam’s unprotected hole. He pulled back half way and drove his cock back in, feeling a few more spurts shoot inside. He leaned forward and kissed Adam deeply before leaning back and pulling his cock out. Adam stretched his legs out and laid there on Wes’s bed and said “That was fuckin’ hot. I can’t believe I actually did it.”

10. A Record of Mike and Ben Mike and Ben captured in a photo lie under a magnet on the refrigerator. Mike wears a goofy, stoned smile and Ben looks supremely happy, happier than he ever had a right to be. We like to think photos stop time, but they’re really markers of time passing. We say photos “capture” us and they do. They’re traps, like tar pits or quicksand that stop us in our tracks. We shed the image, leave it behind like a skin, and we move on leaving our past self preserved in celluloid, or pixels, or amber. A photo is “shot,” you “take” a picture. And you pay a price for this tiny immortality, you, who always will exist at that moment, in that frame of mind, never changing, never growing another day older, innocent of the future course your life will take. They’re breadcrumbs, we believe, that will bring us back to our original selves, as if there were such a thing. We collect these images and put them in a box of memories, or in an album that sits on a shelf, or in the attic long forgotten. The more industrious of us sell the most salacious ones. Think Drax. The brilliant make them art, think Mapplethorpe, objectifying their subject; that is, make them an object of desire, whether the sculpted form of a black dancer, the long stamen of a calla lily, or a close-up of a ten-inch cock. This objectification, this simulacrum—merely a representation of the thing itself—exists in the humble Instamatic vacation snapshot, or the family posed and idealized at Thanksgiving through a Brownie lens, or the selfie we take pressing a button, our phone held aloft, revealing our junk in a bathroom mirror to an indifferent, anonymous world where we hope someone will notice. We do this to ourselves, as we do unto others, capturing a moment, taking a slice out of time, interrupting life’s unrelenting progress, its numbing continuity, in exchange for a piece of eternity. That, my brothers, is the bargain—and what a bargain it is. *** Jesus Christ Almighty, did this guy who how to fuck! Ben, as a top, was a power driver, pounding away at any available man cunt or boy pussy that was under him, only every now and then tuning in to see how his bottom was doing. And that was purely optional. But this guy who was fucking him? Damn! The way he closely surveyed Ben, every twist and turn of his big uncut Italian dick registering in some lewd and impactful way, he was there, in the moment, with his big brown eyes looking down, checking how his cock was making Ben feel. Most guys at the baths, himself included, were there to get off, but, Shit! this guy in the public area was sending him to the moon. No, not the moon but Pluto or whatever was beyond that. And purposely doing it for all to see. And he, Ben, was on his second round of cumming. Think of that! He didn’t even leave after he got off. He came once by this guy, yes, but this fucking guy wasn’t letting him go anywhere so soon. He was still drilling into him, wildly, bucking against him like a stallion, pressing Ben’s feet against his shoulders, fucking him like he was his bitch—oh, he was—spreading his legs, pressing deep into his hole, then twisting him around, screwing him literally one-eighty, setting him upright on his knees, doing him, pulling him back, driving him wild until—Ben couldn’t believe it—Ben was the one slamming his ass back on this guy’s long and extra-wide boner, humping it like a drugged up whore—which, okay, he was—but still, he couldn’t get enough of this fucking guy’s shit! The guy let Ben fuck himself silly on his big ol’ Johnson, that is until he (fuck, what’s your name again?), Manetti, chose to drive, and then he, Manetti, would just hold Ben’s hips stationery and undulated like a snake, slapping Ben’s ass like he was some fucked up cowboy smacking his horse, slithering and slamming, bucking and ramming into his hole again and again, then climb all over him, mounting him higher, throwing his hairy brown legs over Ben’s butt and just fucking the shit out him. Fuck! It drove Ben insane, and that was the point, wasn’t it? He wanted to drive Ben crazy in front of this crowd, which started off with a couple of bystanders, but now was a group of around twenty men, whacking their oh-yeahs, watching this horny ass stud fucking this other horny ass stud. What was it? Twice they’d flipped? No one kept count. The sight was its own aphrodisiac that made men watch for a while, then suck off or fuck their neighbor. You couldn’t help yourself. The Italian would unmount and take Ben from the side for the bath house to observe, holding Ben’s right leg high up in the air, Ben’s enormous cock bobbing hard in front, lying next to him, making sure he knew the Italian was in charge. (For now.) And slide repeated up his chute, reaching around, seeing where Ben was at. Was he still hard? Was he close to coming? How did this feel if he torpedoed into his butt like this? How did Ben feel if he slowed it down, a nightcrawler in his ass, smoky Barry White bass strokes, almost sliding out, then fucking shooting back in, hard, hurtful, audacious? Did he feel fucked and controlled in front of the crowd? Did he like being controlled? Did he like everyone seeing he was a fucking bottom toy to this hairy wop? Dealer’s choice, pal. The amazing thing, the thing that got him hooked, that made him want to see him outside of the bath house, afterward, for a lifetime, was that when he heard him cum, when he whispered in his ear he was cumming, he still kept fucking him after he shot. Not only was he a good fucker, he was a giving fucker. He allowed Ben to get off while he still poked his chute. But Ben wasn’t going to let this fucker off that easy. After Ben felt cum dripping out his hole, he pushed the guy off and, to the bath house’s amazement and captivation, Ben flipped the fucker for the second, or was it a third time, sticking him with his patented Big Ben dongle. How’d he like that, motherfucker? Wham, bam, and now Manetti’s legs were spread in the air, Ben rapidly jack hammering that sexy, hairy Italian ass. Ben fucked the living shit out of him. Plowed him, swirled his hips, gyrated into him like the guy was all seven cars on a Tilt-O-Whirl, spinning him like a top till Manetti’s big uncut cock was hard again and leaking as severely as a faulty water hose. *** There was a sound of trickling water. It reminded him he had to pee. His vision was cloudy but he was sitting up. There was greenery around him, a wall of bricks, something gleaming white. Okay, what was that? It had a name: oh, a white fountain. The white fountain had three tiers dribbling a constant stream, splashing away in the quiet garden. Ivy hung on trellises over the brick. He looked to the sky and felt dizzy. Clouds drifted overhead, four stories above. He watched the clouds for a while trying to focus, trying to remember, but found it impossible, like gauze wrapped his brain. Why couldn’t his hands move? Goddamn he had to pee, wished the fountain would stop reminding him of it. His head fell forward heavily. He noticed his arms were bound with plastic ties to the rails of a chair. His right arm had a tube that ran to an IV bottle standing next to him. The chair had wheels. It had a name: a wheelchair. Why was he in a wheelchair, with an IV in him, in a small, private garden, sitting across from a wrought iron bench with metallic flowers swirling as a backrest? The white fountain continued to flow. At the top was a frog whose mouth sprayed upward a small finger of water. He had to pee. He couldn’t stop it now if he tried. His bladder flowed and he waited for the humiliation of wetting himself, but it didn’t happen. No stain spreading in his hospital gown, no splashing on the stone pavement below. He looked up at a man sitting down in the wrought iron bench watching him, watching a colostomy bag start to fill with brownish urine. The man’s name was Drax. He remember that much, but someone was covering the sun. The garden was growing dark. The trickling fountain grew faint, till there was no sound. No light. Nada. *** Ben gave his step-dad the finger. His mom yelling but why New York over his step-dad yelling what kind of job do you get offered in a bar, while eight-year-old Chris stood on the curb crying rare tears. Ben knelt down to his little brother. “You be brave, buddy,” he told him. “You just wait. We’re going to be together again, just wait and see.” All he had was his wallet, his windbreaker, and a business card that had a Bel Air Motel room number on it. He left everything else behind, his record collection, his clothes, his pot, his porn. But it was Chris he felt the deepest pain abandoning. But what was he supposed to do? He was just eighteen. Two weeks before his step-dad jumped him out in the front yard for being insubordinate. Insubordination was a big thing with that stupid ass, all former marine, all present-day dick. In a reversal from earlier fist fights, John, his step-dad, received most of the punches before the police came. John was stronger, way stronger, but Ben was angrier, insanely mad, in fact, lost it, on how the guy treated his mom and especially on how he beat his little brother. Chris could be a pest, he knew that, but he never deserved the physical drubbing and mental abuse John doled out. But he was eighteen and had no Plan B, just had to get out at that moment, or wait for the police to arrive and arrest him. That was John’s threat anyway, accusing Ben of dealing pot out of their house. No matter how much Ben argued he was just holding for a friend, partly true, alright, he was lying through his ass—still, dealing pot in their rundown neighborhood, where the nearby penitentiary let out its cons? Seriously? Where if you wanted to score something harder all you had to do was hang out at the local Burger King? Where at the nearby Bel Air Motel, you could have a girl by the hour, or a boy, or anything in between. Dude, c’mon. Open your fucking eyes, John! Look where we live! Which was what Ben spat out, fed up with this shit. John, of course, who’d had it up to here with Ben and his insubordinate mouth shoved him out the door. Dirty faggot! That was the straw. Ben flipped him the bird. Walking away as pissed off as he’d ever been, then walking quickly down the street because of the approaching siren, he turned down an alley and pulled a card out from his jacket. He examined it. Three Jolly Rogers, their three cross bones spelling out X X X and Drax Enterprises in raised type underneath. He flipped it over. Room #12, it read in chicken-scratch script. Drax was this older biker dude he’d met in the alley behind the Tic-Toc Bar where he dealt weed. Okay, let’s pretend that that how he made his money. Sure, we’ll go with that for now. Lot of bikers hung out there so Drax didn’t really stand out much, just one of many forty-year-old plus leather losers mixed in with the ex-cons. You try to pick out which is which. A lot of the patrons knew Ben since he was a kid. Many lusted after him. Why not? This stony, surfer dude act he had down pat. Also his herb had a good reputation. Imported from Hawaii, distributed through a Samoan classmate who dealt large quantities, it was a gazillion times better than its Mexican cousin. Maui Waui, Thai Stick, and Purple Rhino were his most popular brands. Hanging out with some of his regulars, he’d do a doobie with a few of them in their homes or motel rooms. One thing might lead to another. Not that he turned tricks for a living—which is what he told himself at first—but it was just a little extra income. He had a nice stash of cash saved up and thought he’d get his own apartment, before John busted in on him as he was weighing out baggies in his bedroom. I mean the guy didn’t even knock. He knew John had been looking for a reason to boot him out since June when he graduated. So stars converged, bridges got burned, his stock got confiscated after he stormed out, and little brother got left behind. He climb the Bel Air Motel’s back staircase looking for Room #12. He actually liked the sleaziness of the Bel Air Motel. It was part of how he got off. He’d turned not just a few tricks—there, we’re admitting it now—in the past few months. It was conveniently close to the Tic-Toc so quite a few nights some rough customer he enjoyed getting high with, who’d bring Jack Daniels back to the motel room, he and whoever would have a little party. He found a lot of these older guys were just lonely or had an old lady back home with some snot-nosed kids, and they just wanted to get laid, man. No strings, okay, but twenty bucks for whatever. Sometimes they’d want to fuck him, which he didn’t like so much, but it did pay good, or they’d want to get fucked, which was his preference. Or sometime they just wanted to get their cock sucked or suck his not insignificant Big Ben. Or sometimes they’d just pay to talk. Thoughts on God, on marriage, on why they gave up on their dreams, rationalizing whatever the fuck was stuck in their craw that night. Ben was no therapist. He’d sit there staring at the guy going through some mid-life whatever, and he’d zone out, drunk, stoned, watch words trip out their beards. Maybe some spit when their ideas got intense. It was crazy they would pay to just blather. Sex made much more sense. Officially he was barred from the Tic-Toc Bar. Got busted there a few years back even with his fake ID. But the owner, Tony, a widower in his late fifties, who’d spent a few good times with him—nudge, nudge—at his nearby house, let him hang out in the alley, would sneak him a beer in exchange for a few puffs off his joint every now and then. The night he met Drax there was a rare summer downpour. Most rainy nights Tony took pity, would let Ben come in through the back where he could stay if he sat at the corner of the bar, out of sight, close to the back exit just in case. If the fuzz came, Ben was to slip out quietly, no harm, no foul. He was sipping his Jack and coke, when Drax slid onto the barstool next to him. “How much?” Drax asked. “How much what,” Ben said looking forward, observing Drax in the bar’s gold veined mirror. “How much you want?” Drax answered. Ben tried to get a bead on this guy. “Depends on what you want,” Ben replied, taking another sip of his drink. He didn’t know if the guy was looking for weed or was playing him for a hustler. Didn’t matter which, he’d copped to both sides of that coin, he just wanted to know which the guy was after. “Let start with you.” Drax offered him a smoke, which Ben accepted. Drax flicked open his lighter and lit both their cigarettes. “Well,” said Ben, looking at Drax directly, exhaling a cloud into the air. Short cropped grey hair, grey beard, dark eyes with deep, dark circles underneath. H-A-T-E tattooed on the digits of one hand. F-U-C-K tattooed on the other. “Depends on what you want to do.” Drax draped himself over the bar, looked into Ben’s face. “I don’t want to do anything. I want to know how much to buy you.” The man took a long drag. “Outright. Permanently,” he said flatly, the words exhaled through smoke. Ben howled. Tony came over behind the bar to make sure Ben kept his promise of maintaining a low profile. The bar wasn’t crowded, the juke box had ended, and the old guy and the young hustler at the end of the bar were the prime attraction. “Permanently? Doesn’t work that way. Sorry friend,” Ben said, finishing his drink. He gave Tony a two finger salute and went out the back door. It was really coming down now. You could smell the heavy salt air blowing in from the ocean. The beach was a few blocks away but with the wind roaring, you could hear waves crashing and imagine the waves were spraying right over you. He turned up the collar of his thin windbreaker, resigned to the fact that he’d be a soaking mess by the time he got home. Suddenly, there was a figure next to him. It was the guy from the bar walking at his pace. “You already know this,” the man said over the wind, “but you have something men want. You know this.” “I know this?” Ben said, without looking at him, his blond hair dripping down his face. “How do I know this?” “I see you do. Don’t be a coy little pansy shit. You know what you have has value and it’s not just what’s swinging between your legs. But what’s between these ears,” the man said, tapping Ben’s temple. The moment he touched Ben, Ben stopped and looked at him. “Dude, how many ways I gotta say this? I’m not for sale—permanent or otherwise.” The man looked amused. He pulled out a business card and wrote on the back. He handed it to Ben, and said, “For when you figure out what that price is, come up and we can begin a negotiation. What you will do, what you won’t, and what you want to become. I'll make it happen.” He pivoted and headed back to the bar. He called back over his shoulder, “I’m here till Monday then I go back to New York, with or without you.” Ben was about to toss the card in the gutter but he felt a flicker of flattery. Something vague, something vulgar, something exciting, something that made him feel maybe there was something he was meant for besides turning tricks out of a back alley. The guy was probably some lonely old fart that wanted to blow him or blow smoke up his ass. But he put the card in his pocket anyway and continued marching forward in the gale and spray. *** The second floor recovery suite had a hospital bed that looked out the tall French windows. Typically reserved for celebrity patients whose black limousines secreted them through the basement garage, brought up here to this charming suite that overlooked a lovely garden, where the celebrity would await surgery—face lift, nose job, breast implant, pec implant, penis enlargement, foreskin restoration, whatever—and afterward, recuperate for as long as they wished in the self-contained suite, complete with kitchenette and valet service, resting downstairs in the lush backyard garden, or lounging on the rooftop that commanded a stunning view of midtown and Central Park, sipping a Mai Tai from the outdoor bar. The roof was a perfect spot to visit with a spouse, or rendezvous with a lover, or to reveal to one’s entourage the surgery’s amazing results. Voila! Un tout nouveau vous. An all new you. The French windows, which opened onto a small balcony, were parted. A pleasant late afternoon breeze ruffled chiffon curtains. Once again he woke to the fountain dribbling softly below. His arms, once again, were anchored with plastic ties to the bed’s aluminum side rails. The large television console was playing a daytime game show. The sound was muted. A heavyset blonde woman on the game show was choosing between a new car and a new kitchen. Consternation filled her face. Consternation filled Manetti’s face. His bound hands didn’t make sense. Then, like a lightning bolt, pain struck his groin and he tried to crunch into a ball. At the same time, a man in a white lab coat, followed closely by a bald intern he definitely remembered, came in and checked the instruments Manetti was hooked up to. The lab coated guy stuck a needle in his arm and injected him. He instantly went numb, the pain evaporated, but he couldn’t move anything except his eyes. The lab coated guy lifted Manetti’s hospital gown and felt up Manetti’s crotch. Manetti saw him under his hospital gown but felt nothing. The pain was gone and was replaced by, not even numbness, nothing. The curtains stirred and he at least expected to feel the breeze but nothing registered. The lab coat guy removed some bloody bandages from beneath his gown. “Barkley,” the man said, addressing the orderly. “Take a look. I’d say this is the best I’ve ever done.” The orderly, Barkley, had droopy eyes and carried himself like a dolt, his fat lips hanging. He took a look under Manetti’s gown and sneered lecherously, “Fuck, doctor. I’d eat that.” “Not for a while, Barkley. Mustn’t rush it,” said the doctor. “Let it heal then you can have all the fun you want.” Manetti eyes quivered in alarm. His heart monitor started beeping wildly, the screen spiked with rapid fire bolts. He tried to speak but whatever the doctor had given him made all his muscles useless. “Bring me the fids,” the doctor said calmly, pointing to a case by the door. While the doctor slipped on latex gloves, Barkley brought over a small case, and opened it. Inside were a series of long cone-shaped brass posts, which ran from a half inch in diameter and three inches in length, up to the largest, a fid two inches in diameter and seven inches in length. The doctor selected the smallest fid, applied KY jelly over it, and brought it under Manetti’s gown. Manetti felt nothing physically, but emotionally he was frantic. The doctor followed up the fid insertion with a heavy gauze pad and adhesive tape. On the television, the fat woman was jumping up and down in her new kitchen. “Let’s let the patient rest,” the doctor said, and twisted a nob on the IV drip. Manetti felt the light fading, his head falling back, and a dawning terror surfacing, which crept with him into the darkness. “For now, change his colostomy bag. And in the morning, Barkley, bring our guest up to the roof for some sun. He looks awfully pale.” *** He pretty much new Room #12 was at the end the second floor by the ice machine. He knocked. Silence. He looked over the railing at the parking lot below. The San Diego freeway buzzed a block away. A black Camero gleaming below caught his attention, one of the only cars in the parking lot. It was Saturday afternoon. A nice California day. By six o’clock the motel would be hopping, by midnight the No Vacancy sign would be lit. He was about to leave when the curtain inside pulled back revealing the guy from the bar who gave him the business card. The door opened and the man blinked at Ben. He thought the man had forgotten who he was. “I met you at Tic-Toc. You gave me this.” Ben flashed the business card. “I know who you are. Are you ready to come in?” he asked. Ben went inside. He flopped casually in the only armed chair in the room. Drax sat at the desk and waited. “So, man, what’s this permanently jazz?” Ben asked. The man looked him up and down. “Far, far down the road, boy.” The man picked up a cigarette smoldering in an ashtray and inhaled. He smiled coldly, exhaling. “First step. Allow me to take some Polaroids.” He took a camera off the desk, and pointed it at Ben. “Test photos. Take off your jacket and shirt.” Ben took out a cigarette pack from his jacket, picked out a joint. “Mind if I…?” he asked. The man said nothing. Ben sat back, lit it and took a long drag while he stared back at the man. He took a second drag, and still the guy sat at the desk holding his camera saying nothing. Ben made a decision, put the joint in the ashtray and took off his jacket, sat back and gave the joint another toke. The man remained silent. “Okay, then,” Ben said, and pulled off his shirt displaying his broad, tan chest. He was just beginning to sport hair at his breast bone, and a few dark hairs spouted around his nipples. Against his well-defined abs, a brown treasure trail began at his navel and disappeared at his belt. “Why don’t you sit on the edge of the bed,” Drax suggested. “Take the joint with you, if you like.” Ben got up and sat on the bed. Drax flashed the camera, and the Polaroid went through its noisy mechanics and spat out a blank photo. While Ben gave the joint a couple more tokes, the image of Ben’s eighteen-year-old perfect surfer self came to life. Drax showed him his picture and he like what he saw. Serious, a bit sketchy, a bit innocent, dirty blond hair in a ponytail, a long sculpted nose, suspicious blue eyes, a thin mouth with thick lips, pinching a joint in his fingers. “What I expected,” Drax said. “Take off your shoes and pants.” Ben kinda liked the idea of being photographed. He kicked off his shoes and took off socks. Drax observed him as he stripped. Ben unbuckled his belt, let his jeans drop to the floor and stepped out of them. “Get up by the headboard, slip your hand in your boxers.” Ben was also getting into being directed. Usually a trick would let him improvise however he wanted as long as it led to a blow job or a fuck. But it seemed this guy knew exactly what he wanted and it wasn’t that. It was more like he was getting into Ben head and sculpting him in a way. He sat at the headboard and felt his hardening cock through his fly. Drax flashed another shot. Ben took one last hit and stubbed the roach out on the bed’s side table ashtray. As was his routine after getting a buzz, he went back over to his pack of cigarettes, his cock tenting in his shorts, took out a smoke and lit it. On the way over to the headboard, Drax told him to drop the boxers and just sit on the side of the bed. Ben did. Thought it odd all the guy wanted was to take naked Polaroids of him smoking. Drax stood away from him by the door and flashed a wide shot. There was a knock. Drax cracked the door. “You ready for us,” a deep voice outside said. Drax opened the door and let in two men, a black guy and a white guy, both in their early thirties. Ben knew instantly they were ex-cons by the black guy’s builds and both their wary eyes. The black guy reeked of penitentiary muscle, was a couple inches taller than Ben, which put him at around six-two, six-three. Rock hard shoulders and arms, with a slim prison food waists. The white guy had mousy brown hair, was sorta pudgy, shorter than the other guy, and had a severely receding hairline. “Whoo-ya,” said the black guy smiling ear to ear, checking out the naked surfer on the bed sporting a nice big woody. His partner said to Drax, “So, c-note for each time we fuck him? Shit, Daddy,” he laughed, “we’d pay you that much for such a pretty tail.” The black guy went to the bedside ashtray and picked out the half-finished joint. “Skootch over, Pony boy,” he said relighting the reefer. “You gonna be my bitch tonight?” Ben said to Drax, “I usually don’t like to get fucked.” “Did I ask what you like?” Drax replied. “This is Zion and Dave. They got out of lockup this morning, so they’ve got a lot of, uh, energy stored up. You’re going to need stamina. You up for it?” Drax asked. Ben shrugged his shoulders probably yes. Drax took out a small kit with several orange capped points in it. “This will help. You’ve slammed before, yes?” Ben shook his head no, uneasy, but not afraid. “Ah, lemme do him, Daddy,” Dave, the white thug, begged. Drax smiled indulgently. He gave the first syringe to the con. “Let’s see that arm, Scooter,” he said, feeling Ben’s forearm. “Make me a fist. So many choices.” He made a lip-smacking sound and pop in the needle, registered and signed Ben off. “See ya on the other side, man.” Ben fell back on the bed wild-eyed. Zion rubbed his smooth chest and pinched a nipple. “You feel good, don’t’cha, Pony boy?” “Oh, shit,” breathed Ben. He brought his knees to his chest in a fetal position. Zion wet his finger and traced Ben’s butthole. Ben jumped up, excited. “Oh, fuck, man. Fuck!” “Ready to get gangbanged? Here, put on this dirty jock while these boy’s get do themselves. No soft cocks in my films,” Drax said. Zion and Dave took up their rigs, while Drax brought out a large camcorder. Ben put on the jock, his erection hanging out the side, and sat breathing heavily on the bed’s edge. There was another knock. Zion, who was taking off his shoes on the second bed next to the door, he reached up and opened it. Three more felons came in, nodding to everyone in the room. Some knew each other, some not. Didn’t matter. This wasn’t a social call. “Hang up your clothes next to the bathroom,” directed Drax. “Get hard. Even if you’re not in the shot,” Drax instructed, “I want you hard. You can suck each other if you want, but don’t cum. No fucking, except to fuck this kid. Anybody got STDs?” A tall big dicked Irish guy, his shirt still on but pants on the floor, raised his hand tentatively. “Clap,” he said. “Okay, just so you all know, in case any of you do any felching. It’s on you, but felching will get you three c's, if that’s incentive, just snowball it to the kid, don’t swallow.” Drax opened a second camcorder case. “Mac,” he said to the guy with gonorrhea, “you’re my second camera when you’re not fucking him. Okay, so everyone’s clear. One c-note for each money shot. No money shot, no money. Let me hear it when you nut. Don’t think anyone hear is shy, right?” The men all laughed. “Kid, why don’t you break the ice and start sucking Zion’s big snake. Get your bubble butt in the air.” Drax turned on the camera as Zion spread his legs at the headboard and Ben started going down on him, his freckled shoulders down, his round ass high. That’s where Drax started, a big close-up of Ben light brown hole. Dry for now. Several men went into the bathroom to slam. Zion pushed Ben down on his growing pole. Dave and Mac crawled on either side of the bed slinking toward Ben. Mac got to Ben’s hole first and spat and began sucking on it, getting it juicy. Dave bent under Ben and started pinching his titties, slipped a hand and wanked Ben’s expansive meat. “He’s hard, Master Drax. You want to see it?” “Suck it and choke on it. That’ll sell this kid. Don’t be dainty. If you puke you puke,” said Drax. Dave went to town trying to take as much of Ben’s dong as he could. Ben did the same for Zion. Mac was at Ben’s hips, sliding his cock between Ben’s white butt cheeks, ready to bone him. Drax got the camera even with Mac’s cock, and recorded as it slowly penetrate Ben’s receptive ass. Ben let out a cry of distress and wantonness as the big Irish meat slipped in. As soon as Mac was completely buried, he pulled out and in rapidly quickening his pace. He climbed onto Ben’s ass and rode him fiercely. He bent over him, with Drax closing in on Ben’s face. You could see Mac whispering, “You want my disease, bitch? Want me to infect you? Knock you up, fucker?” “Yeah,” Ben got out, alternating between Zion’s and now Dave’s hard tools. “Yeah.” Mac yanked Ben off his knees and flipped him around, spread his legs and pushed back inside. He raped his hole while others sauntered around in the background, telling him to give him his load, encouraged his assault. Ben was spinning out of his mind, open and loving being Mac’s fuck bottom. “I’m cumming, bitch. Take my filthy load,” Mac said, pulling out, yanking his wet red meat, spurting over Ben’s balls and ass cheeks a full eight shots of long strands of white spooge. He took his still milking cock and wipe strings of diseased sperm and pushed it into Ben’s ass. He then penetrated him all the way up to his red pubes, and fucked him for a while longer holding his legs in the air. Dave licked up some of the spooge and fed it to Ben. When Mac was finished with him, he rolled off and Dave was instantly inside Ben’s hole. Mac went up to Ben’s head and demanded to be cleaned off. Ben was milking Zion’s cock, keeping him hard, but made room for both the men in his mouth. He stuffed their cocks in his greedy maw and got a nice moan out of them as their cockheads slithered over each other, Ben’s tongue stimulating them both. Zion, at his peak of excitement, pushed Dave off and climbed straight over Ben’s torso. He pulled Ben in the air spreading his legs, standing fully upright on the bed with Ben dangling below. The other men laughed and cheered as Zion twisted the kid in mid-air and plugged him while he was suspended. It was a spectacular act of precision, appreciated by Drax, but even more by a surprised, ecstatic Ben. Zion fell back on the bed penetrating Ben balls deep. Ben had never had anyone that big in him before and never so suddenly. Drax was there to pick up every yowl and shriek that Zion was so good at producing in pretty white boys. Dave was aggravated at having been shoved off but provided Zion with some ball and shaft licking as he fucked Ben. Dave’s tongue traced Ben’s hole as Zion’s priapic tool plowed away. Seemed like Zion and Dave had done this before. Ben was higher than fuck and enjoying every minute of this. He was starting to come off the initial rush, but his sense of reality was out of whack. As he was getting fucked by the biggest, blackest dick ever, and getting his asshole licked at the same time, he looked over and saw himself on television. Drax had the camcorder hooked up to check lighting and framing, but to Ben it was like he was living in two realities, both mind-blowingly fucked up. He felt Zion pummeling his hole, Dave’s tongue flicking his balls, but he also split off a part of himself, living in the image of himself getting fucked by a big, hot black stud, and teased by a horny gremlin determined to devour his balls. He floated between the live version of himself and the one for posterity, comingling in his brain. He was forced through his senses to live in the moment of each thrust Zion crushed him with, yet he also watched himself on TV—he was the main character, this guy getting gang-fucked by a series of anonymous strangers in a tawdry motel room. The men started blending into each other. Crystal made reality blur. Hours flew by. Two white lights followed every move he made or men made his make. A leg on the side of the bed where a second black guy was pumping in him from behind, a camera under his balls, watching his semi-erect dick hanging out his jock strap, bobbing up and down. A dark haired guy with a goatee, handsome in a hardened way, lay spread eagle on the bed. Ben crawled over him and bounced on the man’s long stiff P.A.'d cock, feeling the metal ramming his guts while he watched himself on TV bouncing on that same hard and handsome guy. The guy sneered up at him euphorically. Fuck, he never felt so good! He was pushed forward by Zion who wanted another piece of him. Still penetrated by the guy on the bed, Zion pushed his immense cockhead in Ben's elastic hole and slid his hard shaft up alongside the hard and handsome guy already inside. Ben had never been double dicked before and couldn’t believe how ripped open he felt, nor how good it was. Pain, pleasure, degradation, satisfaction could all exist together. Who knew? Better yet, with his head to the side he got to watch the spectacle outside himself, how others saw it, on the monitor. He thrust back on the men’s cocks, gratifying his ass as well as appreciating how visually hot it looked. He was in a feedback loop, making himself harder the more intense it looked, which increased the intensity of how it felt, which made him fuck himself even harder on their cocks—chicken and egg. And it wasn’t just him. Hard and handsome got more aroused and so did Zion. Both cocks engorged to their peak of arousal, their girths in overdrive, which only stretched Ben’s hole wider. He slammed into his tops as they ‘bated into him. There was sort of internal quake, a psychic agreement, a chord struck, and all three exploded together. No money shot for Drax—Ben’s hole got flooded and he himself, sandwiched by the two men, shot all over hard and handsome’s hairy chest. No, no money shot, but it paid off even better with the ecstatic chorus of howls produced by three men cumming in unison. Their orgasmic faces were priceless on camera, you didn’t need to see it to believe it, the audible growls and roars palpable to the men in the room, and still Drax got to end the shot intimately crouched between the men’s legs—Ben’s hole leaking out a deluge of cum, running out all over the bed; two sets of balls twitching, draining, with a pool of white semen soaking the sheets. *** It was the strangest sensation, and not altogether unpleasant, like a tickle but more satisfying. A tickle in his groin that blossomed in his belly and spread to the rest of his body. The opposite of a thought, a sensation that led him to a strange memory of the first time someone had rimmed him. Manetti lost to his teammate Enge in an after school practice wrestling match. This was in his senior year of high school, not a good year for him. He’d known Coach since he made the team his sophomore year, and after punching the mat after he lost the match, Coach made him hang back, wanted to help him deal with his anger. His parents were divorcing and he was supposed to pick a parent to stay with for the rest of the semester. Coach was aware of that. Manetti was furious with Enge for beating him, but more with himself for letting Enge get the upper hand. Life sucked generally and now specifically. Coach sat down on the mat next to him, draped his arm over his shoulder. Manetti sat there in the team’s blue unitard trying not to show emotion. Couch was this very attractive middle aged guy, greying at the temples but knew how to take care of himself, who always favored Manetti, whether in Coach’s math class, or on Coach’s wrestling team. “You know what you did wrong, don’t you?” Coach asked him, trying to get him to stop fuming. “I had my arm too far forward and it had all my weight. I was off-balance,” Manetti replied, masking his melancholy with anger. “Enge took advantage.” “No,” said Coach, “you let him get into your head. I saw your face. You were mad at him and you let emotion take over. You were all defensive. You can never get the upper hand if that’s all you are. That’s what beat you. It wasn’t Enge.” Manetti sat there, downcast, staring at the wrestling mat. “But I get it, Mike. I would be all defensive too. You have to go the lawyers tomorrow, don't you? Make a decision?” Manetti nodded his head. Coach pulled up his chin and brushed some of his wild chestnut hair out of his eyes. The unitard had always been a very vulnerable and unforgiving uniform. Your cock’s outline was always apparent. Because he had such a big one, everyone was always aware of it. But now, especially, feeling miserable and being comforted by a man he’d always admired, who always had taken him under his protective wing, now literally, raised his chin and made him look him in the eye. He couldn’t help but his truest feelings were beginning to show. He felt his crotch stirring. “You’re eighteen. Only a few more month and you’ll be off to NYU, so whatever you decide is temporary. Both your folks love you. That will never change.” Coach was warm, smelled good, but it was becoming obvious that Manetti was getting a hardon. Coach was slightly embarrassed, “Why don’t you hit the showers, champ. Come to my office and we’ll talk afterwards, if you want.” Manetti tried to crouch and slink off, to try and not emphasize how big of a boner he had. That was the first time that ever happened, but he’d never been held so intimately by a man before. He slipped off his uniform and hung it in his locker. In the shower his dick was still at half-mast but he didn’t care, he was alone. He put his head under the warm water and just let it run over him. He heard the locker room door lock, and saw Coach now as naked as he was, a figure as sculpted as Zeus, coming through the shower’s steam sporting a man-sized hardon. He’d masturbated late at night, fantasizing something like this might happen. Coach wore a wedding band, but apparently that didn’t matter. The man bent down on his knees and put Manetti’s stiffening cock in his mouth. It was the most incredible feeling he’d ever had. Water was running over his shoulders and splashing over Coach’s head. He shut off the shower and held Coach’s head while it bobbed up and down over his large appendage. He was going to shoot any second and he wanted to make the moment last longer than five seconds. He dropped to his knees and kissed Coach. He’d never before kissed a man on the mouth. His shaved face grazed Coaches face. He pulled back astonished at the sensation. Something he wanted to do for years, and now felt he had permission. Coach pulled his face back to his. Their kiss was passionate, earnest, sincere. Innocent as much as it was taboo. A onetime only encounter the Coach said after that day. Never to be allowed again, but remembered always. And right in the middle of the shower room, Coach did something unexpected. He brought Manetti down on the warm, wet tiles, laid him on his back, and lifted his muscular hairy legs apart. He spread Manetti open and drove his tongue straight into his butthole. Manetti was stunned he’d do that to his hairy hole, stick his tongue in there and start licking around, swirling it in circles, licking like a dog would, spreading his butt hair outward, always coming back to his center, tickling that sweet spot, a place he’d never imagine someone, especially this man who he’d looked up to for years, would ever want to put his mouth there. How delicious, sublime, dirty and obscene it felt. Something was now feeling as good as that first rim job he’d gotten by his wresting coach ten years ago. He opened his eyes and awoke in the recovery suite, his gown pulled up to his chin and the doctor was licking him between his legs. But it wasn’t a blow job he was getting. His dick was missing. He was shaved and flat down there. His hairy legs were secured to the end of the bed, spread apart, and both arms had plastic ties anchoring him to the guardrails. “What the fuck?!” he yelled. He got a good look and saw where his massive meat used to be was a slit, a cunt, pussy lips still wet from where the doctor’s mouth had been. He shrieked, “What the fuck did you fuckin’ do to me?!” Manetti rocked furiously against the bed, thrusting up his hips knocking the doctor away. He thundered out a banshee’s wail that reverberated far beyond the room, screeches of terror and fury echoing in the garden, flying to the sky. “I’ll fuckin’ kill you!” he roared, his face contorting demonically. “I’ll fuckin’ tear you apart!” He rocked the heavy hospital bed until it came close to toppling. The doctor shouted over his frenzy, “Do you want to be sedated again?” Manetti didn’t let up. He convulsed up and down, saying how he wanted to rip him apart, while trying to break free of his bindings. The ties around his arm showed red marks, bulging skin. The doctor persisted evenly, “Do you want me to knock you out for another four days? Is that what you want?” Manetti suddenly stopped. He looked down at his missing member. In a rasping voice, he said, “I’ll fucking rip your lungs out. What the fuck have done to me?” “If you calm down, I’ll tell you.” Manetti looked at him with fury in his eyes, eyes that bulged, eyes that flamed red. “I’ve given you a simple sex reassignment. Your organ was merely inverted. I just tested you and you responded as so many others have. It is pleasurable you’ll find. You’ll derive as much pleasure as you had before. More actually. You’ll be pleasantly surprised, I predict.” “Let me tell you what I predict, motherfucker.” Manetti began slowly, vehemently, each word committed to the violence he intended to pursue. “I predict, at some point, you’re going to have to let me go. And then. I will. Raze you. To the ground!” Again he erupted with even greater rage. The wheels of the bed rocked about to tip over. The doctor smiled his joyless smile, eyes that were dead of human empathy. “Then we simply must not let you go,” he stated, taking up a hypodermic needle and sticking it into the IV drip’s tube. Manetti fought with all his will to cling to his rage, but the drug injected was sapping him of strength, quickly making him compliant. He was calmly breathing, though with madness lingering in his eyes, but he was trapped inside a mutilated body that couldn’t fight. The doctor observed his quelling state, and once again approached him. He bought with him a camera and, with a clack over his crotch, recorded his handiwork. He set the camera aside, wet his middle finger, then cupped his hand over Manetti’s shaved cunt, slithering his middle finger up inside. There was not a thing Manetti could do about it. The fight had deserted him leaving the shell of his body behind. The doctor bent over and once again buried his mouth over his delicate vulva, fluttering its lips apart with his tongue. Manetti drifted off, his mind twirling down a rabbit hole. He fell onto his back on the white, wet tiles of the locker room ten years before, and Coach was between his legs, ravishing his beautiful, virginal mangina.

9. Le Papillon Usually coming out of the Queens Midtown tunnel you’d make a left to go downtown back to their apartments, but Jamal, the one driving the black Camero back from Fire Island, exited the midtown tunnel and drove to Park Avenue and made a right. “Why are we going uptown?” Manetti asked suspiciously from the backseat. “We need to make a deposit,” Drax responded from the bucket seat ahead of him. The sports car charged up Park, careened around Grand Central and raced uptown through the tall canyons of office buildings and apartment complexes. They zipped along Park Avenue with its meridian of summer flowers. It was approaching sunset, and the late afternoon light reflected a kaleidoscope of orange suns off the myriad glass towers. They passed a church whose late day service was just letting out. Chris spotted two twin girls in matching blue Sunday dresses and white gloves whispering secrets in each other’s ears. “Christian,” Drax began in a happy, singsong voice, “Do you remember our first night together?” Jamal looked over at Master Drax with a toothless smile recalling the night. “Not really, Master Drax,” Chris replied. He looked out his window at the center divider’s hundreds of flowers—red begonias, white tulips, blue lilacs. “I remember up to where Jamal peed chem piss in me, but I don’t remember much after that.” He cracked his window enough for some of the lilac aroma to stream into the car. “Pity,” Drax said, looking back at the boy. “We had such fun. You laid on by chest and played with my nipples, while I fed you poppers and showed you how much fun it was to stick needles in your penis. We had a whole ladder running up your shaft. You cried at the first, scared of the first needles I put in you, but after a while you said you liked it. You don’t remember any of this?” Chris shook his head emphatically. “Pity.” Drax’s attention drifted back out to the street observing the Waldorf-Astoria fly by. “I remember something hurt,” Chris said staring at the back of Jamal’s head, reliving a vague stinging sensation that sent a shiver down his back. Manetti watched him. The kid was finally back in his own clothes wearing what he brought with him, torn jeans with rips in the knees and a grey t-shirt with a yellow, flaking Adidas logo on the front. He put his arm around Chris and pulled him into his black vest. Chris inhaled the leather and looked up at Manetti’s troubled face. “I saw Ben last night,” Chris said softly. Manetti held him out at shoulder length, and search his face. “At the party?” Chris nodded. “Apparently,” over his shoulder, in his Caribbean lilt, Jamal said, “he beat the boy senseless with a sword not know it was his little brother. And then he fisted him, and then he fucked him, until the boy passed out.” “I didn’t pass out,” Chris stated flatly. “Yes. Ben confessed that,” Drax said. “For whatever reason he was distraught about it. I told him the only thing to be upset about is that we didn’t get it on tape.” Drax twisted around to confront Manetti. “He got back to your apartment at dawn, came over agitated, had been up for four days. He said he’d done some outrageous things to the boy to which the boy refused to surrender even a whimper. I tell you, Christian has the making of a true star, he just needs a little more experience.” Drax observed the boy looking out the window at all the tall buildings going by. “Obviously it was you who brought the boy to the compound, which is how I knew where to find you. Christian, please,” Drax said, annoyed. “Roll up your window. The air smells like an old cunt’s boudoir. This one, Jamal.” Drax pointed to a street up ahead. Jamal turned left, and they proceeded down a street of pink and cream-colored townhouses, most with small ivy gardens lining the narrow sidewalks. Chris rolled up his window watching an elderly lady with a cane walking her Toy Spaniel and another lady walking toward her with her little Pekinese. As the ladies passed each other the Pekinese leapt at the Toy Spaniel and bit its neck. A tremendous high-pitched scuffle broke out. Chris whipped back around and watched out the rear window. The two elderly ladies were yelling at the other, each pulling their dogs apart by their throats. The Spaniel lady took her cane and harshly jabbed the Pekinese. It yelped, wounded, and the Pekinese lady pushed the Spaniel lady, and the lady fell backward onto the sidewalk hitting her head on a cement planter. Other pedestrian came over to the skirmish until he couldn’t see the ladies anymore, or their dogs, because of the crowd that surrounded them. “This one,” Drax called out, pointing to a townhouse that had a small garage door. Jamal pulled up to the door, and Drax reached over and honked the horn. Chris looked up at the four-story building. The façade was all white carved stone. It had tall arched windows, three across, on the second and third floors. The fourth floor windows were smaller and he could see bushes and trees peeking over the roof. Heavy, ornate iron and glass French doors were set back at the entrance, with a shiny brass placard next to the garage door. Dr. Pierre Bichon, MD, it read, Plastic Surgeon. Despite its understated elegance, there was something fortress-like about it that Chris didn’t like. The garage door rose electronically and Jamal descended into the townhouse bowels. Once they were in, the garage door lowered and the afternoon glow dimmed into a dark cave. Two large orderlies waited alongside Drax’s door. One of them, a very large bald man, opened it for him. Drax got out and pointed into the backseat. “That one,” Drax said, pointing to Manetti. Built like a tank, the bald orderly jerked the bucket seat forward and reached in for Manetti. His chrome head reflected the single bulb hanging in the small garage. Manetti used his boot and, with an enormous roar, kicked the guy with all his might. It sent the orderly reeling backwards, bouncing into Drax and the cellar’s elevator door. The second orderly, taller and even meaner looking with dark, close cropped hair, gritted his teeth and charged into the backseat shoving Manetti into Chris. Chris climbed on the guy’s head, swinging his fist wildly against his head and ear, while Manetti sent a fist flying into the guy’s throat. The guy fell back choking. Jamal swung around, pushed Chris aside, and covered Manetti’s mouth with a white rag. The bald intern came barreling back into the car again and pressed his enormous gut over Manetti’s face, pinning him against Chris. Manetti swung wildly, but crammed as he was in the backseat, the gut punches he threw had no power in them. He flailed until the effects of the rag’s chloroform took effect. Chris felt him weakening and after a minute Manetti fell like a rag into his lap. “You’re the deposit I needed to make,” Drax said to the unconscious Manetti. “As are you,” he said to Chris. The second orderly reach in and grabbed Chris by his t-shirt and tore him out of the Camero. *** The six of them were packed like sardines in the small elevator, Manetti held up by the two orderlies in the back, Chris between Jamal and Master Drax in the front. It was hot in the slow-moving elevator, and smelled like sweat, antiseptic and cheap aftershave. Chris watched the elevator buttons change from G to 2 to 3. The elevator dinged, and the doors opened. Drax nudged Chris out with Jamal following. Chris looked back, watched the doors close with Manetti out cold in the hands of the orderlies. The townhouse was richly appointed, designed for a high-end clientele. Chris had never been exposed to this kind of luxury. The house in Queens was lavish, with its pink marble kitchen and its bright shag carpets, but this was like being in a museum. The elevator deposited them across from a large waiting room with a heavy mahogany reception desk. The waiting room stood empty. It felt like the whole place was deserted except for a soft shuffling on the floor above. Two black and chrome couches faced each other with mahogany end tables on either side, each topped by lamps with shades made out of stained glass in the shape of dragonfly wings. A tall grandfather clock chimed softly six o’clock as they plodded down the hallway. Thick oriental runners covered polished walnut floors, and white molding ran the length of the tall ceiling. Stark black and white photographs in large black frames lined the ivory walls. A black naked dancer; a single white calla lily; the singer Patty Smith, with her dark hair and white shirt he recognized from his brother’s record collection. As they walked down the hallway he peaked into a series of small dazzlingly lit examining rooms. The house was lavish in its details but the emptiness made it feel creepy. There was something fake about it, like a veneer so thin you knew it was covering a structure built on rot. Without warning a great commotion exploded upstairs. It made the three of them jump. There were a couple of soft thuds, and the house went back to silence and the ticking of the grandfather clock. Descending the staircase ahead of them, making it creak loudly with each footfall, the bald orderly, out of breath, met them at the bottom. He told Drax the doctor would be there shortly. The only room that wasn’t open was at the end of the hall. When they got to it, the orderly pulled a set of keys from his retractable keychain on his belt and unlocked the door. Drax pushed it open and brought Chris inside. The orderly stood at attention to the side of the door, and Jamal, frightened, refrained from following them in. The complete opposite of the other examination room, this one was painted minty green and looked antiquated, like everything was from decades before. It had a grey metal examination table with stirrup that raised by silver wheels you cranked to raise or lower them, and brown leather straps all around the edges. The cabinets that lined the walls were white painted metal and greenish beveled glass. One forty-watt bulb lit the room so it felt somber and grave, that is, until Drax switched on a standing lamp with tripod legs. Its big bulbous light was blinding. It focused solely on the examination table. A dark grey tray next to the table shined with a selection of medical instruments. Chris recognized a set of sounds right away, but the other instruments were foreign and frightening: pointed clamps that ended with flat pink rubber, other clamps that ended with jagged pinchers; spreaders of various sizes, some long, some wide, one the size of his arm; an assortment of wheels with various lengths of sharp pins around their circumference. Then he spied a green painted metal and glass cabinet that stood separately in the corner. It contents sent a chill down his spine. Black masks and blindfolds on mannequin heads, one with zippers for eyes and mouth, one with no eyes but a long tube that made it look like a fly’s head, one with no eyes, no mouth, and two small holes at the nose. Who thought of these things? On second thought, he didn’t want to know. There hung, opposite the door above the exam table, a single photograph in a large black frame similar to the ones in the hallway. In the photo a bearded leatherman stood over a boy in a wingback chair who was encased entirely in leather and chains. The formality was almost comical, almost normal looking, like a father and son relaxing in their den, except for the fact that the boy was locked in leather and chains! From the hallway, Jamal’s eyes were wide and wary. He seemed to be familiar with the room and wanted no part of it. Drax saw he was unsettled, and told him to wait in the car, he would be down shortly. Drax then closed the door. He pulled Chris’ grey t-shirt off him, and instructed him to hang his pants and underwear on the hook on the door. “Where’d they take Mike,” Chris said, unwilling to move. “Quick, before doctor comes,” Drax said, annoyed the boy hadn’t obeyed. “Do I need to get the orderly?” he asked archly. Chris thought about that for a moment, then began removing his shoes and socks reluctantly and hung his jeans and underwear on the door hook. Drax patted the exam table and Chris grudgingly climb on it. There was a small knock before a man opened the door. Chris was shocked. The man appeared identical to the leatherman in the photo. Bearded, tall, with dark hair, deep-set eyes, trimmed black brows, no, not in leather but wearing a white lab coat. But what was most shocking was, in a split second, Chris realized the lab coat was all he was wearing. His bare chest was hairless, and his well-defined legs were hairless, too. He wore black leather lace-up boots, but beside the lab coat, that’s all Chris could see he had on. His eyes glistened maliciously, and the moment he saw Chris, his flashed a wide, white smile that emitted lust and little joy. “You must be Christian,” he said to the naked boy on the exam table. He carried a clipboard in one hand and extended his other to Drax. The two men shook. “So much more youthful than I had imagined.” The doctor put down the clipboard on the counter and cranked the two metal stirrups. “Please place your legs in these, son,” he requested. Chris hesitated, but a stern look from Drax prompted him to comply. Chris had to lean back on his elbows to get his legs in the stirrups. The doctor came to his side and encouraged him to lay back. The metal table was ice cold, so Chris laid back carefully. The doctor shined a light in his eyes. “When was the last time he was medicated?” Drax looked at Chris to answer the question. “Uh, Mike slammed me last night before the party,” Chris answered. “Is Mike okay?” “At least once every twelve hours. I thought we agreed that for first week all new boy would be medicated at least twice a day,” the doctor scolded Drax. “Michael absconded with him, which is why Michael is now upstairs,” Drax responded. “Christian, this is Doctor Bichon. He’s a very important man with whom we have a special, bartered arrangement. You’ll be staying the night here in his charge. He’s going to take good care of you, and you must do everything he says no matter if you want to or not. Do you understand?” Chris got out of the stirrups and sat up. He’d had enough being ignored. “What’s going to happen to Mike?” he asked Drax sharply. “Are you going to skin him alive? That’s what the bad men in Queens said you do.” “Christian,” the doctor said, putting his hand on the boy’s bare shoulder. “Christian, we don’t skin people alive.” Chris shrugged off the man’s hand. The doctor turned to Drax. "You see, this is what happens when they’re not regularly medicated when you take them in. I recall years ago you were lax with Michael, too, and you see where that leads.” Dr. Bichon looked up at the ceiling. “Christian, I’m going to inject you with something that Master Drax says you like very much.” “No!” he said emphatically, jumping off the table and going for his clothes. “Barkley!” the doctor shouted. The bald orderly came in quickly and grabbed the naked boy. Chris kicked and fiercely fought to get away, but the orderly was much bigger, and inevitably got him back on the table. While he was being held in place, the doctor strapped his wrists above his head and, with his legs over the stirrups, he secured him in place. Chris was seething, breathing angrily through clenched teeth. The orderly stood to the side of Chris’ head, Drax by his right foot. Out of a drawer the doctor pullout out a syringe, then riffled through a shelf looking for the vial he wanted. While he searched he casually asked Drax, “If want him to retain this youthful look, I should like to castrate him. It will also make him more docile.” This caused Chris to start struggling even harder in his binding. He looked at Drax who was mildly angry, but also amused by Chris’ ornery, helpless resistance. “It would be a shame,” Drax said. He reach over and picked up the boys testicles weighing them in his hand. “Beautiful walnuts, aren’t they, doctor?” He put one testicle between his thumb and index finger and pressed down hard, making the boy yelp in pain. He let go of his ball sack and gave it a smack. “A good five centimeters, I’d say, maybe slightly more.” Bichon put down the hypodermic needle and started massaging Chris’ ball sack. “If they were grape size I’d say why not get rid of them, but I can see why you’d want him to keep these. Much less fun to play with if he were neutered. What about if I give him a subincision, not a full one, just perhaps starting at his piss slit here,” Bichon suggested, running a fingernail down the boy’s rising shaft. “Just enough to get your finger in his urethra. Raw accessible flesh anytime you wanted. You could urinate inside him. Use your largest sounds on him. Tear him downward, bit by bit. There’d be so much you could do to drive him wild.” Drax examined Chris’ face closely. He read his defiance and his fear. Chris eyes started to well despite his best effort at controlling his growing terror. “I think,” Drax said, pausing to emphasize to Chris just how much his fate rested in his next few words, “for now, Doctor, I’d like to keep Christian intact. Feel free to use him however you wish, though, but no permanent mutilation tonight. If you’re inclined add some decorative touches. I do think two small nipple rings would be attractive on such small boy titties. Even a wee Prince Albert, ten or twelve gauge, perhaps. Whatever you think would look best.” “Rather than a P.A., what about an apadravya,” Bichon suggested, holding the top of Chris’ semi-erect dick head, “just like his brother’s, a stud straight through the glans, top to bottom. A matching set of Prior boys.” The two men laughed. “I leave that to you, Doctor. I’ll come by around noon tomorrow to see how the patient upstairs is adjusting, and to pick up the boy. Enjoy your evening. Pierre, Barkley,” said Drax. “Christian, be good. Or if you can’t be good, be compliant. I’ll learn from doctor either way.” He closed the door behind him. “Barkley, his head to the side, please.” Bichon watched Chris fight but there was no choice once the orderly pressed his ear to the table, leaving his neck exposed. “Just a booster, son, a quarter gram. I want you to enjoy yourself as much as I will. I want you compliant, not comatose. Relax, breathe normally. This might sting a bit.” The doctor swabbed the point of entry with alcohol, and then stuck the plunger in and slammed Chris directly in his brain. No middleman. “Now how does that feel?” “Oh fuck. Oh shit,” he said with clamped teeth. “I can’t, I can’t,” Chris said, panicked as his body twitched on the table. The orderly released him mildly concerned. “He’s fine. Just relax, son. Enjoy it.” The doctor and the orderly observed the naked boy, now sporting a large erection, writhing on the table. “Thank you, Barkley. That’ll be all for the evening,” he said, excusing the bald man, who tried to hide the rising lump in his white pants. Once he’d left, Bichon took a key from his pocket and locked the inside of the door. Bichon undid his lab coat revealing a black leather harness over his hairless chest. A thin horizontal line of pubic hair rode above his long, curved cock. The doctor hung his lab coat over Christian’s jeans and approached the boy. His balls were as large as limes and swayed as he walked. “You feel good?” he asked. Chris nodded. “Good. You want cock?” Chris nodded again. “Very good. Why don’t you start by sucking my cock, son.” He’d heard from Drax the boy was an excellent cocksucker, and it was true. Such a soft, wet mouth. He humped Chris’ face slowly, feeling his long member ride down the boy’s esophagus. Such a smooth face, only peach fuzz for a beard, light brown narrow brows, wide-set eyes like his brother. It was difficult for most cocksuckers to get his bent dick all the way in, but Chris seemed not to have a problem. His brother Ben never did. He held his dick down the boy’s throat, holding the back of Chris’ head until his trimmed pubes rubbed against the boy’s wet lips. Chris started gagging, but Bichon held his head firmly until the boy started retching heavily. He released him, with Chris drooling out a pool of saliva on the table’s edge. Chris was rushing trying to catch his breath while his brain spun out of control. Energized, high, feeling good and bad and nervous and angry, and most of all wanted that big dick back in his mouth or any orifice—his emotions bounced all over the place like they were in a pinball machine. He couldn’t think straight, couldn’t remember where he was. Lived only in the Taoist moment of now. A mint green room. A tall, naked man in a leather harness, playing with his nipples, causing them to be erect. The man took out an instrument off the tray, long slender clamps with hollow tips, and pinched the shit out of his left tit. Through the hollow ends of the clamps, the man jabbed a needle through his nipple. He hollered while the man thread a thin ring replacing the straight needle. The man put a hand on Chris’ chest, telling him to lie still while he clamped the other nipple. Chris struggled when another clamp pinched his right tit, but stopped when the man holding the needle aloft waited for Chris to calm down. Once he did, the needle pushes through his other nipple, causing Chris to scream out again, as the man slipped another small ring into place, completing Chris’ first set of tit rings. The man stepped back and admired his work. “Magnificent,” he said, and stroked his curved dick. He then brought out a paddle shaped object that had its center cut out and put Chris penis through it and then forced his balls to also pop through the hole. Around the paddles edge were a series of quarter inch nails. Bichon took small rubber bands and crisscrossed them so his balls protruded, tightly swollen, in two large separate spheres. He took out a wheel that had small sharp pins and ran it lightly over one testicle. Chris jumped in surprise at how painful yet fleeting it felt. Then Bichon treated his other ball to the same sensation. Again he jumped. Chris’ mind raced—he couldn’t focus on where or how or why these new confusing sensation were being forced upon him. Bichon then ran the spiked wheel up his shaft ending in his piss slit. The delicate interior of his urethra being stuck with the wheel's sharp pins, made him cry out in alarm. He knew he was higher than fucked, but he also knew he didn’t have to understand pain to feel it. “Let’s set some ground rules, son.” Bichon brought over a hood, the one that looked like a fly’s head, and held it ready to put it over Chris’ head. No cutouts for eyes, and only a long tube to breathe through at the mouth. At the end of the tube there was an attachment, into which Bichon placed an open bottle of poppers. The doctor explained, “Words like stop and no, to me, Christian, mean you want me to do whatever I’m doing but harder or more of it. Screams also tell me to accelerate. Your job is to strive to endure the pain, breathe into the pain. Desire it and you’ll overcome it. Ready?” the doctor asked starting to pull the hood over Chris head. Chris shook his head no. “But, son, look at your erection. It answers mais oui.” Chris looked down at his betrayer. His cock was at full attention, eager it seemed to be tortured. The hood slipped over his head and he felt the doctor pulling laces, tightening it at the back. He was still rushing from the meth, confused now in partial sensory deprivation, breathing through the tube in a state of panic. He felt the poppers taking over and soon wanted the doctor to touch him again in any obscene way he wanted. He didn’t have long to wait as the wheel, with its agonizing pins, ran over his chest from newly pierced nipple to newly pierced nipple. Each time he jumped, Bichon waited until he rested back down to the table, then ran the wheel again over the same sensitive tit. Then there was a long pause and the clinking of metal. A cold hard shaft ran its length along his piss slit before it invaded. Not like the smooth sounds that Mike had inserted into him, this rod had harsh ridges every quarter inch. His urethra was erupting, the jagged edges felt like glass slicing him open from the inside. He screamed in terror and agony. “Which means he wants a bigger one,” the muffled voice of the doctor said in the black void. The rod came out and he soon felt a larger diameter rod take its place. This brought even greater torment. He tried to breathe through the pain, taking in deeper hits from the bottle. With each huff, it was not that the pain no longer resonated, it’s that he desired it, started humping the rod, wanting it to ram into him, tear his cock to ribbons. Bichon’s greased hand gripped Chris’ cock and jacked him. Chris felt tormented but he was also in the throes of lechery, pumping his hips into Bichon’s fist, calling out yes through the tube. He was just about to cum when Bichon release his erection. Chris still poked his hips in the air but with no resistance, his desire to cum receded after a time. The rod was pulled painfully out of his dick and replaced with a very narrow smooth rod. Curiously it just floated easily down his shaft simply resting against his prostate. Bichon let it lie there for some time. So long that Chris thought the doctor had left, when suddenly he heard an electronic buzzing and the rod came alive inside his shaft. A vibrator touched the tip of the sound and the million vibrations hammered not just throughout his shaft, but beat directly against his prostate. Pre-cum had formed and Bichon played the vibrator all around the glans, moving away, down the shaft, vibrating between his balls, finding where the rod was down deep inside his body, never letting Chris get used to any one area for more than a few seconds. Bichon knew how to continue to stimulate him, tease and torment him, shred his libido apart until he was putty in the doctor’s lubricated hand. Again, he felt close to cumming, breathing yes into the tube. And Bichon again released him before he could release. He heard the doctor rise, a drawer opened, and then what sounded like rustle paper. The doctor return to his stool with a squeak on the linoleum. Chris heard rubber gloves being snapped in place and then hear the sound of ripping paper, repeated maybe twenty times. His dick was still erect but not as fiercely as before. Then he felt Bichon pull the rubber bands off the board that held his cock and balls so his scrotum, unrestricted, relaxed into a fleshier bag. He felt Bichon lightly pinch the bottom of his scrotum, pull the skin down, and then felt a sharp needle pierce his skin and pin the flesh to the underlying board. He cried out in distress and shock. It wasn’t agonizing but it did hurt. Apparently his ball sack didn’t have as many nerve ending to torment. He then felt the right side of his penis pressed down flat against the board and another pin impaled that skin to the board. He let out a muted cry. Then the other side of his shaft was laid flat and another pin went through it, nailing his dick to the board. “Le Papillon, son. The butterfly. Agréable, no?” “No,” Chris called inside the tube. “Which means, yes you do. Do more, Doctor Bichon. Do my whole willy,” the doctor said in a mocking voice. “Okay, son, I shall.” The doctor pressed the skin between Chris’ shaft and balls and put a needle first on one side then the other. He pressed all around Chris’ balls placing a needle, alternating sides each time, until his entire scrotum was flattened to the board. He then worked one side of his shaft alternating with the other. Chris realized this wasn’t going to stop and breathed in the poppers until he looked forward to each pin’s pain. After a while he felt it didn’t hurt as much as it did at first. The doctor quietly spoke to him, “As you penis become more flaccid, the skin is pulled much less, alleviating the pain to a certain degree.” He was correct. As the doctor was finishing the last few areas of his shaft not yet pinned, he continued, “The warning I give to you—and you can reflect on this in the dark—that should you become aroused, your manhood will once again swell, and you will start pulling harder against these pins. As your erection has done before, this area,” the doctor floated his fingers across the top third of Chris’ phallus, “will try to rise off your belly anywhere between a thirty to forty-five degree angle. This will be the greatest area of pain, that is, unless of course you ejaculate. An orgasm will make you twitch from balls to tip. That twitching would cause you much suffering, so I would advise fighting against gratifying that desire. Resist, if you can.” He had finished the last needle along his shaft, the last wince of pain, when Chris heard one last paper ripping. It sounded like a much bigger piece of paper, which meant a much bigger needle. “Take a deep hit off your popper, my son,” instructed the doctor. Chris felt the side of his cockhead pressured, then stabbed, then pierced, then pain travel excruciatingly through the entire glans, right through the urethra, poking through the rest of the fleshy cockhead and coming out the other side. This wasn’t soft flesh being pinched. This was full on damage inducing pain that produced a horrid scream inside the mask. “Which means you’d like another,” said the doctor. “Please, Sir, I’d like some more,” he said in the same mocking voice. Chris cried no in his tube. “Oh, yes. Another two then.” Chris clamped up as another needle came out of its wrapper, Chris breathed rapidly inhaling the popper, trying not to cry out, crawled into the head of a masochistic, rode the pain of the next needle on the top of his cockhead, above where the first one pierced, and then, since he didn’t cry out, the last needle sliced through his glans, lower, below the first. He felt like he was on fire. His fingers and toes clawed the air. It was hell inside his black hood. A stream of tears silently ran down his temples. He felt his body sliding around on the exam table. Felt exposed, helpless, felt that mercifully the worst was over. A piece of metal was struck and he heard a low tone brought to his ear. He was confused. A tuning fork? The sound went down his to his prick and he felt the tone touch the rod inside his urethra. He’d almost forgotten the metal rod was there. Immediately the tonal vibration was picked up and rang through his shaft. It felt intensely satisfying sending waves of pleasure from his dick spreading throughout his body. His cock stirred, then he knew what the doctor planned. Another tuning fork struck the metal table. It was a higher frequency and was brought up to his ear. Again the sound traveled down to his genitals. Again it touched the tip of his penis and sent the rod vibrating. So two opposite and equal sensations traveled through his body: one, the ravishment of sexual delight as this quicker vibration beat against his prostate and throughout his meat; the other, growing anguish as the arousal began to swell his cock and it began pulling harder against the restraining pins. The more he was excited the worse became the pain. As the tone faded, he anticipating an even high tone. But he was wrong. The familiar buzzing of the vibrator clicked on. He rocked his head from side to side. Bichon touched him once lightly in the balls searching for the metal rod. Finding the small metal pole grew Chris’ erection significantly, ripping his flesh against the pins. Then the doctor touched the three needles pierced through his cockhead. It both stung and excited him with a sensation he could never have imagined. Against his will he felt his cock trying to flick up off his belly. The doctor ran the vibrator up and down his shaft, indistinguishable from a lubed hand not only jacking him externally, but jacking him inside as well. Drugged, sense deprived, unanchored from reason, floating within a black void, seeing nothing, he felt even more vividly each sensation. The thought of his body acting against him got him harder still. The rewiring was beginning. He wanted to scream against the anit-logic, the cognitive dissonance his body put him through, amplified, echoing in a world only of sensations. It wasn’t fair! Bichon kept the vibrator coming back to his cockhead. Three needles pierced him, the middle needle touched the sound, so whenever the doctor stuck the vibrator on the tip of the sound, not only did it vibrate directly against his prostate, it also send shockwaves through the needle vibrating directly through his glans. It hurt like hell and yet sent him into orgiastic heaven. Each time Bichon went there, Chris, despite himself, repeated through the tube that he was about to cum, and each time Bichon moved the vibrator away. Bichon wanted to see how long he could keep this up, to see if the boy would actually ejaculate after having explain in detail what cumming would do to his delicate member; to see if the boy’s mind would rule over the boy’s body. He knew the answer. Bichon left the vibrator sitting on the sound for minutes, moving it around only slightly, rotating around the head, always keeping it in contact with the rod, hitting the other three needles that pierced the glans, each one, when touched, sending new punishing waves of lustful bliss shooting out in all directions. Increasingly Chris couldn’t speak, no words, no thoughts to express, only guttural, animal urghs and unggs rose deep from within his chest. It was as if his heart was crying out. He was a creature trapped on the edge of eternally cumming, never able to get over the wall—two steps forward toward sexual gratification, two steps back in withering agony. Bichon finally, not for the sake of pity for the animal on the table, but wanted to see the boy fall off the cliff. He slipped in his middle finger into Chris’ anus. He poked and prodded the boy’s prostate pushing it up against the vibrating sound. Chris had no choice but to plunge headfirst of the edge. The ejaculation was excruciating, sending his stiff, long cock flying away from the board, pulling on all the needles, some of which popped off, stretching the skins with every round of ejaculate he spewed. Sperm leaked around the sound with each relentless orgasm. He came and came and came, and each time thrilled and was punished for his pleasure. The last sound that he emitted was not a word but a sound of discovery, an ahhhh! that soldered his most pleasurable sensation welding it pain. “Very good, son. Very good.” Bichon shut off the vibrator and the room was deadly silent, except for the sound of distressed breathing emitting through the tube. Bichon unpinned Chris’ dick and balls. Lastly he withdrew the sound. The doctor wiped the kid’s dick off—no bleeding had occurred—and massaged the penis in a slow, soothing rhythm. He could tell the kid was spent, but the boy would still be up for hours because of the meth amphetamine. The doctor took off his gloves and, from a cabinet, took out a black box with a large dildo attached to it. He put the box on a tray at the end of the exam table and locked the wheels in place. Christian was putty. It was easy to strap his knees up toward his ears so his hole spread open and vulnerable. Bichon twisted a dial on the box and the dildo slowly oscillated forward and back. He pushed the dildo into the boy’s rectum and turned the dial a little higher. The black phallus pushed in six inches and then pulled out. Christian moaned fervidly inside his hood. His mind was gone but his body reacted to the phantom lover that he felt crept over him. His fingers and toes curled in pleasure. The boy’s cock was withered and the new sensation of continually being fucked came as a relief. Bichon changed the bottle of poppers to a new one and let Chris stew in his sightless limbo for the rest of the night and into the morning—the dildo mindlessly, mechanically fucking his sleepless, mindless body. Bichon put on his white coat and unlocked the door. It was time to prep Manetti.

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Notice: The author does not consent to anyone using the characters or plot line of this story for any derived work, whether the author is still active on this site or not. They are not abandoned nor placed in the public domain. This is my first story. Go easy on me guys The following is pure fiction. It never happened and any similarity to any real life happenings is an amazing coincidence. Part 1: Intro “Fuck!” Mark yelled as he put his phone down. His calls with his parents had grown less frequent the past few years, but they always seemed to find a way to piss him off. The latest way was that they wanted him to go check up on his brother Joey at college since they had found out Joey had got thrown off the wrestling team and lost his sports scholarship and wouldn’t talk to them. “We would do it ourselves, but you know how we don’t like to travel to big cities” they said. “Big city? Its a damn college town in the middle of farmland," Mark replied, thinking to himself 'It seems my brother is following in my footsteps', knowing that his brother was even more easily distracted by partying than he had been. Mark began to think about the events that had brought him from a small, rural midwest town to where he was today. It had been quite a wild ride. Mark had left his small hometown and went to college several hours away for many reasons. First was to escape his parents who were very conservative and religious and tried to control everything Mark did. Second was so he could meet other gay guys his age without trying to hide it from his family, friends and nosy townspeople. And last was because there was nothing other than small community colleges nearby and Mark wanted be able to find a good career and move to one of the coasts and enjoy city life far away from his family. After a shaky start in school from too much partying his first semester, he did well. He got good grades, met lots of people and enjoyed a very active sex life. He was a lot more reserved his senior year when his brother decided to go to the same university. His parents were relieved that they were both going to the same school so that Mark could look after his little brother during his first year, but the reality was that they saw little of each other. Mark was busy with finishing up his senior projects and some hard classes while Joey was working out and practicing with the team when he wasn’t studying. They would occasionally run into each other at parties and go home for holidays together, but other than text messages they just lived in different worlds. After graduating, Mark landed a good job at a Silicon Valley software company and moved to California, sharing an apartment with his friend Eric who had also found work out there. The two of them had become friends with benefits their junior year but they never wanted to commit to a relationship since they enjoyed fucking everyone they could. Both, however, were quite relieved to be out of the Midwest, feeling liberated on the West Coast. They frequently went to San Francisco on weekends and hit any baths, bars and sex parties they could find. They had an easy time picking up guys - Mark was tall, a six foot Midwestern white guy with dark blonde hair and piercing blue eyes, nicely toned even though he only sporadically went to the gym (and then usually just to check out the guys), a light fur covered his chest with a trail down to an impressive package - almost eight inches and thick sporting a PA that he recently upped to 0 gauge. His legs and bubble butt also had a covering of light hair. Over the last year he had been adding ink to the two tattoos that he had gotten in college. Both arms now had complete sleeves - the left continuing the tribal motif he started in college, the right being considerably darker and gothic. He was about to start on the tattoos for his back and was getting the art finalized with his tattoo artist. Being truly versatile, he could usually find sex partners almost anywhere - top, bottom or other vers guys to flip with (his favorite). Eric was equally as handsome but very different than Mark and could easily attract his share of men too. Eric came from a traditional Japanese-American family who was not pleased when he came out. He rarely talked to them and it was one thing that Mark and Eric had in common and they had become each other's family. Eric’s darker skin was devoid of any tattoos and he worked out to a strict schedule to keep his muscular five foot, nine body toned, taut and shaved, except for a neatly trimmed bush surrounding a thick 6 inch uncut cock. The only adornments were a small goatee, pierced ears and nipples, and an ever present smile. Eric considered himself to be versatile as well, but in reality he spent most of the time as a bottom. Most would consider him a power bottom - aggressive and usually in charge. That attitude continued when he topped. Whoever he fucked knew who was in control. A few months ago, Mark came down with nasty flu and was home in bed for over a week. A few friends told him to go get tested and he found out he was HIV+. Eric got tested too, but was still negative. The news didn’t really slow either of them down, they both continued to work hard and play harder but Eric was more cautious with whom he hooked up with. Some of Mark’s fuck buddies wouldn’t fuck with him any more, others insisted on condoms which Mark still refused to use. Mark did try condoms with Eric to keep their sex life going, but they both hated the feeling so sex between them stopped. Eric didn’t want to get infected and started to think about going on prep. They still did social events together, but their relationship started to drift apart. Mark did find a new group of guys to fuck that were either already poz or didn’t care. Mark kept putting off the doctor's instructions to begin meds. Several of his poz friends started letting him know where to find neg guys that wanted poz loads and he really enjoyed his new found power. The first week he bred five neg guys, all of whom announced he had come down with 'the flu', which gave Mark's confidence a boost. He no longer feared he was either never going to have sex or only get to fuck a few other poz guys. None of Mark’s family knew of his sexuality or infection and Mark was keen to keep it that way. He had heard enough from his parents preaching about “how those queers were going to rot in hell.” Mark tried to talk to his brother over the phone about his parents' concerns, but didn't get any solid answers out of his brother, so Mark concluded he would need to meet with his brother in person if he was to get a handle on what was going on. He really cared about his brother Joey and wanted to make sure he was able to graduate and escape like he had. Mark talked to his boss and was able to get a few days off a couple weeks later, so when he got home from work he sat down at the computer and hit all the travel websites and found what he needed - air tickets for going Thursday and coming back Monday and a rental car. He originally thought it would be better to stay at his brother’s apartment, but the more the thought about it a hotel room would make it a lot easier to hookup if he had time. After hunting around for a couple hours, he found a place that wasn’t a dive and didn’t cost a fortune. The hotel had outside door access and remembered going to a few sex parties there when he was in school. Everything was set. He would have to work hard the next two weeks since he might have a few days off, but the deadlines were still the same. He closed the laptop and got up and got ready for bed. Naked, he slipped into the bed with Eric and they kissed each other just like countless other nights before Eric pulled away and told Mark “We need to talk.” Mark’s heart sank at the sound of Eric’s words. Thoughts flashed through his mind, but the one that stuck was that he was about to get dumped. Looking at Eric he knew something was wrong because Eric's smile was gone and he looked very serious. “I know things have been pretty awkward between us since you found out you are poz” Eric said. “I want you to know that I still love you.” Mark’s heart sank even lower. He started to speak but Eric cut him off before he got the first word out of his mouth. “Let me finish” Eric continued. “I’ve decided that I don’t want to go on PrEP, Mark. It just isn’t me. I want our relationship to be like it used to be. Passionate. Sensual. Wild.” He waited a moment and took a deep breath. “I want you to poz me Mark. Share with me your virus like we used to share everything else. I want a part of you to be with me forever.” Tears ran down Mark’s face as he heard Eric talk. He wasn’t sure he heard it all correctly, since he just relieved with the fact that Eric wasn’t dumping him. “Are you sure?” Mark said after a long pause. “You really want me to infect you?” Eric’s smile came back as he wiped the tears off Mark’s cheek. “Yeah I do. I’ve thought about it a lot and realized I was jealous of those guys you have pozzed. I want to share our life together as a poz couple” Eric replied. Kissing Mark passionately and aggressively, Eric stroked Mark’s cock. Breaking the kiss he continued “And I want you to start now. Breed my fuckhole full of your toxic seed. Make me the poz pig you know I can be." “Oh fuck yeah” was all that Mark could say as his mind raced. Since the moment he found out he was poz he had wanted to bring Eric into the poz brotherhood but knew it had to be Eric's choice. He had almost given up hope that Eric would change his mind, but now it was happening. As months of pent up lust took over his body, Mark grabbed Eric’s head and forced it down on his hardening cock. Eric greedily sucked down Marks shaft, feeling the new larger piercing push into his throat. Eric always prided himself on having almost no gag reflex but this was the first time with Mark’s larger piercing and it was noticeably bigger. His throat covered Mark’s cock with slime as his tongue flicked and probed around the cock. Eric was eager to feel Mark’s cock back inside his ass after such a long time. He really missed their almost daily fuck sessions that they had done since their college days. Wrapping his hand around Mark’s balls, he tugged a bit, something he knew Mark loved. He felt the big balls with his fingers knowing that their poisonous contents would soon be deep inside him. The thought sent waves of excitement through his body. With his other hand, Eric stroked his cock which was now harder than he ever remembered it being. Leaking his neg precum onto the bed Eric bobbed on Mark’s cock, occasionally pulling off and grabbing the piercing with his teeth and shaking his head driving Mark crazy. Finally Eric couldn’t wait any longer and climbed up on top of Mark and positioned Mark’s poz cock at his ass ring. Feeling the steel on his hole for the first time in months, he grinned and remembered how good Mark’s cock always felt inside him. Mark looked up at Eric as their eyes locked. “Are you sure about this Eric? You can stop if you want to” Mark said softly. Eric just breathed deep, letting his hole relax a bit and shoved down as hard as he could onto Mark’s rigid cock. The pain was intense and he let out a scream, but it was what Eric wanted. He wanted to make sure that his fuck hole would have lots of small tears so that the virus could quickly enter his body. In some ways he wanted to make sure that it was the first fuck that infected him, but he wanted to take Mark’s charged load every day until he knew that he was no longer neg. After pausing a few seconds with Mark’s cock balls deep inside, Eric begin to ride Marks cock like he had hundreds of times before. He moved with hard, long strokes bouncing off Mark’s body. The look of pure lust came over both of them as the sounds of grunts and their bodies slapping together filled the room. After twenty minutes of Eric riding Mark’s cock, Mark bucked Eric off, pushing him on to his back. Grabbing his legs, Mark lined his cock up to Eric’s swollen hole. Looking down he saw a few red streaks on his cock and he looked straight at Eric and said “You are so fucking ready to get knocked up. My precum has been soaking into your wrecked hole and now its time for you to get bred." Without any hesitation Eric replied “Fuckin’ do it. Poz me up.” With that, Mark shoved his cock back into Eric’s hole, making sure to go at an angle and dig his cock into the walls of Eric’s chute. As if possessed, Mark started to pound Eric rougher than he ever had. He used all of the tricks he learned from the past few months of breeding several bug chasers he had fucked and converted. The bed was rocking from the force of Mark’s thrusts. Both of them were moaning and grunting in the sheer ecstasy of the moment. Sweat was dripping off his body onto Eric’s own sweaty body. At one point, Mark flipped Eric onto his stomach and then pulled him up onto all fours. Standing up, he shoved in three fingers into Eric’s gaping hole and roughly twisted them, scratching with his fingernails as he turned his wrist back and forth. Eric whimpered at the pain from Mark’s preparation. Mark quickly replaced his fingers with his throbbing cock. He knew he was close to shooting his poz seed into his boyfriend. Leaning forward Mark’s head was next to Eric’s ear. Eric could feel the heavy breaths on his neck as Mark feverishly thrust his cock in and out of Eric’s ravaged hole. Their bodies slammed together over and over until Mark drove his cock in deep and held it there whispering “I love you” into Eric’s ear as his cock erupted. Spurt after spurt of toxic cum pumped into Eric’s gut. Mark just moaned as the cum kept shooting. He couldn’t remember ever shooting that much cum before. Marks body was pressed on Eric’s back while his cock unloaded the virus laden cum deep inside. As the pulses of cum subsided, Mark slowly started to thrust back in and out, pushing the cum around and deeper into Eric. A few minutes later his cock started to soften and Mark slowly pulled out telling Eric “Stay right there.” Mark jumped off the bed and went to the toy drawer in the dresser and pulled out a steel butt plug. Jumping back on the bed, he pressed the cold steel to Eric’s puffy hole and pushed it in until he felt the familiar pop as Eric’s hole sucked the plug the rest of the way in. Moving around to the side of the bed, he fed his dripping cock to Eric who quickly licked and sucked it clean. Once he had finished, Mark laid down in the bed, covered in sweat, cum and spit. Eric curled up next to him and kissed him one more time whispering “Thank you” as they both quickly fell asleep.

My body flinched as I felt the sharpness of his pointed finger nail scratching and scraping my ass lining. I moaned and whimpered at the pain as his finger dug deeper tearing me with every movement. After all his profile stated he guaranteed conversion no questions asked. It all started a couple of hours earlier, I had smoked a joint then gorged myself on pasta as the munchies kicked in. Still buzzing and very rampant I went on to the search for a fuck on line. Desperately needing to get laid, but there was very few guys nearby and I was ready to give up when all of a sudden he flashed up as 1 mile away. His picture showed a long dangly cock with low hangers, guessing it must have been around eight inches with a big head that the foreskin rolled back neatly over. His body looked ravaged and skinny, his information showed he was a 50 year old five foot ten inches top poz guy who enjoys bareback sex and looking for slutty twinks to knock up. At 19 years old I found the whole thing quite disturbing but fascinating, nasty but tasty, disgusting but desirable, my head was still buzzing and the mixed feelings drove me replying. I typed slowly but carefully... 19 year old bottom, five feet eight inches, trim build and in need of a good fucking. So here we are, me sat on his bed smoking a joint with him as he strips naked, I couldn't help but notice the biohazard tattoo framing his left nipple. He moved towards me and started undressing me, I relaxed as the joint started to hit and the familiar buzz feeling shrouded my senses. Asking if I was neg my head nodded and he smirked telling me he needs a young neg twink to carry his legacy and I would do perfectly to knock up. My cock hardened as he put his arms around me and moved in to kiss me. I responded like a trooper devouring his mouth an tongue with the eagerness to move things along. He stroked my back as I felt a sharp scratching from my neck tracing all the way down my spine, my body wriggled to move away but he laughed and told me if I felt that nail scratch down my back wait until it rips your ass lining preparing you to receive my toxic seed and make you mine. I found myself trying to swallow his tongue as he kissed me harder and slowly edging me backwards until I fell on to the bed. His legs moved under mine pushing them up and exposing my hole, his hand slowly working down my body, passing my cock and balls he scratched at the ring of my hole. Slightly tickling me my legs moved further up and I let out a cry of pain as he jabbed his finger into my hole. I grabbed his arm to stop him but he gave a sharp twist of his wrist as searing pain erupted in my arse as he tore away at my ass lining opening up wounds that would provide easy access for his virus. I moaned and whimpered as the pain continued from his relentless scratching and scraping. He pulled his finger out and I could see it was coated in my blood as he sucked and licked his finger clean. He moved in closer and positioned his legs so that mine were hooked up around him. The fog was starting to clear and I realised what I was doing, he leaned over me a lit up the joint clamped his mouth over mine, he pinched my nose shut and forced me to breath in drug that would ease my conversion. He held me like this for nearly a minute and when he released me I was floating and in my own world. I groaned loudly as he pushed the head of his cock in to my ass, the blood was causing friction which he continued to push past. The pain was excruciating and I pushed with my hands against his breasts, quickly my hands were pushed over my head and held in position as he pushed the last few inches deep in to my ass followed by several hard thrusts. My head rolled from side to side and my back arched in pain and pleasure. Slow deep thrusts were erupting from his hips, every forward thrust was followed by his balls slapping against my ass. He told me I was probably already converted by his pre cum alone he he continued slowly fucking me. The pain was almost gone as my ass was now lubed by his pre cum. His legs moved closer to me as he lodged his cock deep up to his balls, his hips providing all the momentum he needed. I could feel his balls hitting me in quick succession, he let out a moan as he continued on his legacy quest. He stared directly in to my eyes smiling as he continued, each thrust was met with gasping and begging for him to fuck me harder. Sweat dripped from his chest on to mine and I felt his hands tighten their grip on my arms, still looking deeply in to my eyes he let out a load long grunt "Fuck boy, I'm gonna fucking own you.". He jolted forward pushing his hips harder against me, I cried out as I felt his cock stiffen even more and his ball sacked contracted up. A second hard jolt as I felt a warm stream of his toxic seed flooding my torn ass. I felt a stinging sensation as the wounds inflicted were deep enough to trap his seed. I struggled to free myself but his grip was held tight, never loosing eye contact he jolted forward again as another stream of seed erupted in to my ass. I was panting through excitement as another jolt pushed me up the bed and he collapsed on top of me breathing hard. It took several minutes for both of us to calm down, his cock slipped out of my now well lubricated ass, he rolled on to his back as I caught a glimpse of his blood streaked cock. I got up off the bed and dressed myself and left his apartment. By the time I got home there was a message from him "Part of me is part of you forever.".

Notice: The author does not consent to anyone using the characters or plot line of this story for any derived work, whether the author is still active on this site or not. They are not abandoned nor placed in the public domain. I've had this story sitting around a while. It's a little different than the other story I have. I hope people like it. ------- My name’s Mike and I’m I guess what you would call a bear cub. I’ve played football since I was little and was on the team in high school. Linebacker was my usual position, but sometimes the coach would move me to center. I guess I got the hairy gene from my dad and I could grow a full beard by the end of my freshman year. My chest, arms, legs and butt were covered in dark hair too by the time my sophomore year came around. I was a little self conscious about being so hairy in high school when most other guys could barely grow a decent mustache. I shaved my face until my senior year when a friend told me I should just let it grow out. Most of the girls in high school seemed to be turned off with the hair which was fine with me since I was more interested in guys anyway. After I graduated high school I was working in the local big home improvement store, a job I got when I was a junior in high school. I didn’t have a lot of experience with men but I was able to meet a lot of guys at the store. I was surprised how many hit on me - some were subtle and some blatant. The summer before I went to college I finally got up the nerve to accept the offer of a few of the men, but we never went past kissing and sucking cock. I distinctly remember, however, how on each occasion I found it a real turn-on to look down at the burly, hairy, masculine man sucking my thick seven and a half inch long cock. I also liked to go down on guys and sucking cock. I even found I loved the smell and taste of a sweaty guy’s cock and even the stale piss I could find on the cock of most of the men. With a few of the men I would regularly swap a blowjob. They all expressed disappointment I was leaving for school at the end of the summer, but I was excited. I was determined to be an out and proud gay guy far away from home. I had never studied so hard in my life but I left a little time for fun. I wasn’t on the football team at college - I was never that good so I didn’t try out. I did find some intramural football teams to play on and had fun. I even found a couple gay teams. Some guys warned me that they would rape me, and I secretly hoped they would, but it turned out that they were just like all the other teams on the field. Off the field was kinda similar too - lots of drinking and joking around but sometimes they would have a sex party. The first one I went to I was so nervous. There were over twenty guys there, all naked. It was both of the gay football teams and their friends and boyfriends. There were only two of us freshman and the rest were older with several being grad students. Guys were groping me and kissing me almost right away and I got into the mood immediately. I sucked a few guys and some sucked me. One guy rimmed me while I was sucking a guy on a bed. That’s when I learned an ass up in the air like that was a silent invitation to get fucked. The guy I was sucking held me down as I felt my ass get spread wider and a cock rub around my hole. The guy was holding my head down and I couldn’t look back, but I was pretty sure the guy wasn’t wearing a condom. I had only been fucked about a dozen times but I always played safe. I didn’t even know who was behind me playing with my ass. I felt some liquid squirt on my puckered hole and then a finger push it inside. I moaned around the cock in my mouth and the finger slowly went in deeper and then pulled out. The guy did it several times before he pushed two fingers in. It felt tight for a little bit but by twisting his fingers around and in an out my hole relaxed and opened up. I could hear a group behind me talking. It wasn’t the derogatory comments I heard in the locker room in high school about me being an ape or a neanderthal, but the exact opposite. “Damn that is one sexy ass” one guy said. “That furry hole is gonna look good with my cock inside it” said another. “I could munch on that butt for days” said a third. I was turned-on in hearing the men thought I was sexy, not a freak. My cock was rock hard, dripping precum on to the bed. It was like a fantasy, I had a nice, long cock in my mouth, my cock was hard and some stranger was playing with my ass getting ready to fuck me. And fuck he did. He slid his fingers out of my hole and I felt the cock rub around the ring and between my balls and hole. Indistinct voices urged "Push it in” and “Do it.” I was so horny I pushed my ass back and I heard someone else say “Oh yeah, he really wants it.” I felt the pressure and tried to relax as the stranger pressed in harder. He had lubed me up but it still hurt. The guy that I was blowing started to fuck my head on his cock and the guy in my ass started slowly fucking me. I could feel his cock get deeper and deeper and it started to feel really good. I knew this was about as dangerous as sex could get. I was getting fucked bare by some guy I didn’t know and couldn’t see. The harder he fucked me the harder the cock in my mouth got rammed into my throat. I usually gagged if a cock got too deep, but this was so hot and my brain was so overloaded with sensations I was taking all of the guys cock into my throat. My face was planted into his pubes until I finally started to panic since I couldn’t breathe. I forced my head up and gasped for air and yelled out “Oh FUCK YEAH!!!” Spit was dripping out of my mouth from the face fuck and I looked at the guy that I had been blowing who had a big grin on his face. “You like that raw cock in your ass?” asked the guy. I started to say “Oh shit, no. I only fuck safe” but only got “oh shit” out before the guy fucking me slammed in and shot his cum deep inside me. It was a strange feeling. I could feel my hole get sloppy and warm and wet. I could feel his cock pulse several times, fading after the first four pulses. I felt the guy in my ass lean over and kiss the back of my neck and say “Thanks, dude. That was so fuckin’ hot.” He leaned back and pulled out and before I could move I felt someone else get behind me and push their cock into my cummy hole. I was scared, horny, excited, and aroused all at the same time. The guy in front of me pulled my head back to his cock and I instinctively started to suck while the next unknown guy started to fuck me. This cock was a thinner than the last one but longer. I could feel it dig deep inside me as he would bottom out. I moaned louder around the cock in my mouth and started to bob frantically on it. My tongue flicked and lapped on the guys cock until I felt it start to swell in my mouth. The guy’s hands were on the back of my head again and he pushed down as I felt his cock flood my mouth with his salty, thick cum. I swallowed it all and sucked any cum I could find on his cock and pubes. The second guy in my ass began to fuck me fast and hard and I could tell he was close. I heard some one say “Breed him” and it rocked me back to reality. I was getting fucked bareback and taking strangers' loads. I had become a cumdump without even knowing it. The guy in front of me pulled his soft cock out of my mouth and crawled away. Now I could concentrate only on the guy fucking me. I tried squeezing my hole around the guy's hard cock and he grunted in pleasure as his cock blew his load into my ass. When the spurts of cum ended, he drove his cock in a few more times and pulled out. I’m not sure why I didn’t get up right away, but I think that deep down I wanted to see how many guys wanted to fuck me. Another cock plunged into my now gaping hole. This one was a lot thicker and I soon found out even longer than the last one. As the guy bottomed out, he pulled my body up and my back was against his chest. I saw two arms wrap around me and they were dark skinned with tattoos on both down to the wrist. It was Deon, the other linebacker on our team. “I’ve wanted to fuck that hot ass of yours since I first saw you and it feels even better than I imagined” he whispered in my ear. He pinched and twisted my nipples and then pushed me back to the bed and started to pound my ass. The bed was bouncing and I was uttering meaningless guttural words. Cum was running down both of my legs and I wasn’t sure how much more I could take. I arched my back more and felt Deon go even deeper and then yell out “Oh baby” over and over until he fell on to my back and held me tight. I could feel his cock pumping his cum deep inside me and it felt so perfect. Three more guys fucked me, each fucking a different way but just as enjoyable. When the last guy pulled out, I had six different men’s DNA swimming inside me and I loved the feeling. I crawled off the bed and stood up slowly, my muscles sore from being pounded and in the same position for almost two hours. I wandered around watching others suck or fuck. I grabbed a beer and guzzled it down, trying to rehydrate my body. I was about to wander around again when our team quarterback, Ty, came up to me and said in a femme voice “You bitch!” and started laughing. I must have looked confused and he then said in his normal voice “You took all the good cock from our team. I was hoping to get all that cock but they fucked you instead.”

This time of year in Daytona is an exciting one. The annual Bike Week and Spring break happen to coincide with each other. As an older bottom bear, I don't tend to have much luck with the college boys. They either want twinks their age, or daddy tops to breed them. The bikers on the other hand tend to be a much more fun group. Last year I was fortunate to hook up with several bikers at a biker bar. Now at events like this, you never know who is straight and who is gay. As such, I was never the one to make the first move, I waited for the bikers to do so. I NEVER thought I would top my experience last year where several bikers drove me to a wooded area, and bred me over the seat of a bike. Well this year was even better! I went back to the same biker bar this year hoping I could find some fun. This year I did make the first move on a gorgeous bearish hunk. He was wearing a pair of assless chaps, without jeans underneath. I don't know of many straight guys that would do so. He stood about 6 foot, I'm guessing around 200 pounds, with a goatee and a beautiful hairy chest. As I came to find out, he had a beautiful 9 inch uncut cock. I decided to give it a shot. Even though I'm all bottom, I approached him and told him he had a nice ass. He smiled, grabbing his cock and saying his ass was not his best asset! We chatted for a bit and I told him about my experience last year. We had a few beers, and then I felt comfortable in asking if I could experience his, "best asset." He said not at the bar, but he had a RV just across the street, and he would love to show me, and give it to me. With that I agreed. Now many of you, like I original thought, have a stereotype of what a biker is. Kinda rough looking, hairy, bearded, and lives not only day to day, but lives for their bike. As I have found out over the years, that is not the case. Many of the bikers here are doctors, lawyers, or successful businessmen. Many have bikes that are customized, and cost more than a very nice car would. Come to find out, this guy was a doctor from Dallas. His RV was amazing with an extension that slid out an was a bedroom. In the back of the RV was a ramp to a space , where he could drive his tricked out Haley into. Now when I got there, his bike was outside, and what I found was much more exciting. OK so I know this has been a bit trivial at first, but hopefully you are still reading as now comes the sex! While walking to his RV we were both very flirtatious and got to know each other better. Come to find out, he was vers and truly loved both giving and receiving. We talked about the mix of bikers and breakers, and agreed that was amazing. He told me about a college boy that he had hooked up with a few dayss earlier. When we got to the RV the bedroom was already extended. He immediately threw me to the bed, basically ripping my clothes off. He took off his clothes, and I immediately saw a scorpion tat just above and to the right of his cock. I immediately commented and he asked me if I knew what it meant. Of course I did. He told me that he was highly toxic and loved gifting negative guys. This was my dream come true. He immediately threw me on my back, ate my ass briefly, spit on my hole and immediately started breeding me. After about 20 minutes, I could tell he was ready to blow his toxic seed into me. Before he did, he asked to be sure if that's what I wanted, to which I replied yes. A few more thrusts and grunts, he unloaded a huge load in me. After a nice hard fuck, I cleaned his cock as a good bottom should ALWAYS do. We embraced each other and talked about what just happened, with me assuring him that it was OK, that I was chasing and that I was typically not a cumdump, and had always wanted to know who my gifter was. NOT for financial gain or any other reason other than I wanted to know. A relationship with the gifter would be great, but NOT a requirement. The entire TRUE story has been written, but its up to you if you like, and want to know more!

Recently been really horny lately and had some hookups through grindr while some of my friends with benefits are on the mend. Usually when hook up with them I am good for a week or so, but with these more recent ones it hasn't calmed the horn-dog in me down one bit. And jacking off is pretty boring at this point too. I think it's because I have a great sexual connection with certain people that calms me down from a sexual high vs just getting off without the connection being there. How do you guys feel about sex with a connection vs sex without it?

revemupman, you are a real man and a true patriot. We need more like you.

Just post your own party on BBRT as an open Cumdump. Then prop your hotel door and wait.

Like several others here, i've lost count. Pretty sure i've had repeats at the abs, though i couldn't be sure since it's through a gh, just a feeling? Then there are all the guys who cum to my house. i'd say about 95% of my sex has been anonymous, me face down and naked on my bed or in an abs, or under a stall wall, butt many of the guys i get to know when they message me on a regular basis to unload. i'd have to says hundreds have been more than once though.

This vid clip is longer and SIZZLINGLY HOT! Enjoy! https://www.gayforit.eu/video/370431/Bareback-FTM

Ditto to that ^^^ Being bred while tied up in bondage and leather I my fav. Its the ultimate way to serve IMO. Knowing that you are just there to be used by any guy that wants it is exhilarating feeling, then actually being used and loaded is the icing on the cake, or in my ass for that matter! I love to have my legs stretched wide and tied down. Then cuff my hands to my side, at least access able for me to give a HJ to those waiting in line for my ass. Have a hood with only a mouth opening and no head support on the sling so I can tilt my head backwards and have my throat used. yup.. that's how I like it... mm mm

That was pretty hot Pilot! It came naturally to you and to me too. Like the that the store clerk flooded your mouth with his cum and you kept on servicing him. I also go wild over the taste and texture of cum! We see eye to eye, we can't get too much cum to swallow!

Wasn’t that i “started barebacking” it was from the very beginning. Back before i knew better to worry, then when I got older I couldn’t stop. I’ve been fucked by a guy wearing a condom maybe 5 times total. I knew from the beginning I loved being fucked and bred. Then for awhile I fought the idea of just being a total bottom cum dump and now I just want to embrace it.

Hot scene. Trans anatomy looks all sorts of ways btw. I am trans and intersex but I have a dick in addition to a rather non-vag looking cunt. Basically a tight hole dedicated solely to the purpose of fucking behind my balls. Anyway, because of this I can tell you that my cunt feels amazing to a dick. And I love fucking other trans guys too. I'm always surprised when guys pass up the chance. It doesn't happen much to me (usually guys have bent me over and are fucking my cunt before I can get a word in, sometimes while telling me my ass is the most amazing thing they've ever fucked lol)... But I see the other more typical trans guys with just cunts and an enlarged glans get rejected a lot by cis guys..... and it's like, dude, I get that you like guys and want to stick to your guns on that but if you're a top here's a horny dude who literally has a hole that is pretty much designed just to fuck dick pretty much any time and anywhere and feel amazing.... and you're turning that down because "you don't fuck chicks"? But whatever, their loss is my opportunity. I like trans pussy best and I hardly ever get to top cis guys anyway because even supposedly total bottoms shove their dicks in the moment they see my holes and fuck me like they've been starved for it forever. Tbf, I don't blame them because that's what do every time a trans guy spreads his pussy for me. But yeah, totally recommend fucking trans guys. Even bottoming to them if they can top and you enjoy bottoming. (We generally stay harder longer even after we cum, so provided he's big enough to get it in, he can likely cum and just keep fucking.) I wish there was more porn out there with trans guys and other dudes and more of it raw.

Part 45 - A Trip to the City (Part 2) The guys walked out and heard the sounds of people partying in the parking lot but decided to wander over to the bar that Tony had recommended. Mark pulled out his phone and got directions to the Whip and Bit Pub and it seemed to be only about four blocks away. It wasn’t on one of the main streets, but off on a side street about three doors down from Market. They finally found the place and walked in. Their first impression was that this sleepy neighborhood bar was not going to be as much fun as Tony had led them to believe. It didn’t matter, there were some good looking leather guys staring at them and they needed a little break after the motel fuck. They also realized that they were overdressed. Mark peeled his t-shirt off and went up to the bar and got four pints. The guy near him at the bar said “Mmmm, nice to see some new meat around here. What brings you in?” “A friend of my brother’s said that this was a place not to miss if we were in the area, so we thought we would check it out. It looks a little quieter than what we expected…” Mark replied. “Yeah, the crowd comes and goes. Its a bit early yet. As you can see we like to see a lot of skin here. You got a good start by taking that shirt off.” Mark chuckled and then looked down and realized the guy was wearing a leather jock, boots and a couple leather arm bands and nothing else. He looked around the most he saw anyone else wearing was a pair of assless chaps. “Ah, I see. I think we can fit in as soon as I get these beers to the table” Mark told the guy. He paid for the beers and took them back to the table and realized that the guys had already gotten the hint. Joe put his harness on and just had his jock and boots on. Kyle was just in his jock and boots and Eric had his harness on and a leather jock. “Fuck, you guys are quick” Mark said as he set the last of the beers down and started to take his jeans off. Several more guys came in to the bar, each following the same ritual - find a spot, take their clothes off, get a drink, talk and then most walked into the back of the bar and they didn’t see them again. “Either that bathroom eats guys or there’s a back room somewhere” Eric said. “If Tony recommended this place, I would bet on the back room” Mark replied. “Yeah, he said there was and its a lot of fun. Theres a password to get in and I think he even said its poz-only” Joe said. “Hmm, we might need to find it. How about another round and then we go have fun” Mark said. “Sure. It’s my round this time” Joe said as he headed to the bar. The same guy was at the bar and looked Joe over as he walked up. “Mmm, you’re lookin even better than the last guy from your group that came up here” he said to Joe. “Thanks” Joe answered. “I guess you’re liking the place since you’re sticking around. You even followed our dress code” the guy said. Joe laughed and said “Yeah, it’s a cool bar. A friend told me we had to come here. He mentioned that there was a back room that was really fun.” “Oh I don’t know if you’re ready to go there. Its got a few special requirements to get in” the old guy said. “I heard. I’m pretty sure I have it taken care of” Joe said as he turned and lifted his leg up showing his biohazard tattoo on his calf. The guy looked down and then smiled, saying “I see you do. Congratulations. Its nice to see some sexy young guys getting into the club. I hope you’re staying nice and strong and not going the drug route.” Joe grinned back “Nah, gonna stay off as long as I can. I need to share my gift.” The guy nodded and the bartender brought the beers. Joe took two back to the table and came back to get the last two. The guy said to Joe “Third door on the left. Go down the stairs and talk to the doorman.” Joe nodded and motioned for the bartender to get a drink for the guy at the end of the bar. He peeled off some money and then took the beers back to the table. “I got the info on where to go for the back room” Joe said and then sipped his beer. The guys talked some more and finished their beers. Joe grabbed his backpack that was now stuffed full of their jeans and shirts and they all walked towards the back of the bar. They heard several of the guys talking about them and one even said “they’ll be back soon. Danny won’t let em in.” Joe opened the door and they went down the staircase and walked around the corner. There stood Danny, a tall muscle cub. He wore ripped jeans, heavy boots and a thick leather chest harness. There was ink on every part of skin they could see below his neck. He was an imposing figure that surely scared some guys away without a word. The expression on his face said “Get the fuck out of here.” Joe walked up and said “I hear Rudolph is hung” and snickered. Danny shook his head and a smile came over his face. “You seem to know the password, but do you know the other requirement?” Joe looked straight back at him and said “Poz and horny? We got that covered.” “Well, damn. You surprised me. I hope you guys are tops since most of the guys tonight are bottoms” Danny said, sounding a lot friendlier. “We’re all vers” Joe replied. “Mmm, good. No condoms are allowed. There are two special guests in there. A chunky Filipino guy and a thin mixed race guy. The guests are there to get bred, no questions asked. The more toxic the better. You can move them to whatever area you want. The rest of the guys are there to have fun too, but ask first before you do anything. Uh, so you guys on meds or not?” Danny asked. “No meds for any of us” Mark said. “Fuck yeah. You should have a lot of fun” Danny said as he reached into a box and pulled out some red wrist bands. “Vers guys get two, one left, one right unless you’re just going to top or bottom.” Joe held out his left arm and got one band on his left wrist and then Kyle, Mark and Eric did the same. “White is undetectable and green is neg, but only the special guests can have those. Uh, you just have clothes in the bag, right?” Danny asked as he waved a metal detector wand over the backpack. “Yeah, and poppers” Kyle said. It beeped and Mark then said “Car keys.” Danny clicked the button and the door opened and the guys went inside. The space was big and they wandered around a bit seeing what was available. They found several small private rooms, an area with two dog cages, a wet room, a dark room that seemed to have a padded bench in the middle and was truly dark, a bondage room with several slings hanging from the ceiling, a few crosses, fuck benches and hooks hanging from the ceiling. As they walked through, everyone seemed to look at them and smile. Joe whispered “I’ve only seen white wristbands so far. I think we’re the only toxic guys here.” Mark said “We’re going to go hunt. We’ll meet up later” and he and Eric headed off. Joe and Kyle wandered some more and found the Filipino guy hanging from a hook in a secluded corner. He had a small towel stuffed in his mouth and his ass was red from being beaten. There were paddles on the wall and a barrel with a pad on top. “Mmmm, this looks like one of the guests they told us about” Kyle said with a sly grin. He saw the look in the guy’s eyes - a mixture of fear and excitement. “Yeah, green wristband, so that must be him. Someone has tied him up here, his feet don’t even touch the floor. You think we should bring him down?” Joe asked. “Yeah, I think he’d really appreciate it. Maybe even offer his ass up to thank us” Kyle replied. “I don’t know, he’s got a green wristband. Did the guy at the door say we needed to only play with ones that match our red ones?” Joe said mockingly and saw the guy shake his head side-to-side and mumble something into the gag. “I think he’d look really good with my dick inside him” Kyle said. “He’d look even better with my cum dripping out of him” Joe said as he bear hugged the guy and lifted his bound hands over the hook and carried him over to the barrel and set him down. The guy bent over the barrel and presented his ass to Joe and Kyle. Kyle kneeled and started to rim the hefty ass and quickly pulled back. “He’s loaded. Wonder whats swimming inside him” Kyle said to Joe. Joe replied “Poz cum, duh.” Kyle stood up and shoved his cock into the cum filled hole and began driving in and out. Joe walked around and pulled the towel from the guys mouth and said “How’s that cock feel inside you?” The boy replied “Fuckin’ great. Gimme that charged up cum.” Joe chuckled and asked “How many toxic loads you get so far?” “I don’t know. I was blindfolded for a long time today. A lot of guys fucked me right when I got here at 2pm” he answered. “Cool, you’ve been taking poz loads for over nine hours” Kyle said as he started to slam in harder. Kyle grunted a few times before he buried his cock in and let loose with several shots of toxic seed. “Oh fuck yeah! Poz me up” screamed the chaser. Kyle pulled his cock out and Joe moved in. He shoved his finger into the cummy hole and then pulled it out. “No signs of blood. You didn’t fuck him hard enough” Joe said and shoved three fingers in and twisted them around, digging his fingernails in. The bottom screamed out and Joe kept going. After torturing the guy’s hole for a couple minutes he shoved his cock in and fucked him like an animal. The sounds reverberated around the room and someone walking by might have thought it was a horrible rape scene, except the bottom was begging for more. Joe liked a bottom that could take as rough a fuck as he could give, especially after being fucked for nine hours. Joe slapped his ass and kept pounding as his cock spurted his death seed into the bug hungry hole. After the last of the cum shots, he fell forward on top of the guy and said “Enjoy those loads. I’ll bet you got knocked up today.” He pulled his cock out and looked at the battered hole. The cum dripping out had traces of blood in it and so did the cum coating Joe’s cock. Joe and Kyle left the guy bent over the barrel, moaning in both pain and ecstasy. They looked around and came across a group of guys they had seen earlier upstairs in the bar. There was a three way fucking on a bed and next to them two more guys fucking. They watched and stroked not wanting to interrupt the guys. Suddenly, Joe felt someone right behind him. Arms came around and held him tight. He saw the tattoos on the guys arms and recognized him as the guy at the end of the bar that he had talked to when getting beers. “I hope you boys are having fun” the guy started out as he began to hump Joe’s ass. Joe could feel a rigid cock with a large piercing rub between his ass cheeks and pushed his butt back and finally caught the tip of the guys cock on his hole. “Yeah, Danny said you were vers. I bet you want this cock inside that tight young pussy” he said and Joe just moaned. Kyle was stroking harder, watching his boyfriend about to get fucked next to him and the group fucking in front of him. The guy dripped some spit on the end of his cock and then pushed into Joe’s hole. Joe groaned as the large piercing followed by the thick mushroom head forced its way into his hole. Joe started to ride the guy’s cock and got it deeper and deeper inside him. “Is this how you got knocked up? Taking strangers diseased cocks until they filled you with all of their bugs?” the guy asked Joe. Joe moaned and replied “No… that didn’t work. My brother knocked me up.” He heard the guy grunt in his ear and his cock pulse inside him, filling him with more infected cum. “Damn, boy. Thats so hot” the guy whispered in his ear while breathing heavy. The cock slowly pulled out of Joe’s hole and as quickly as the guy showed up, he was gone. Joe and Kyle wandered around some more and found Mark and Eric with the other special guest. They had the guy on a fuck bench and were spit-roasting him. He was a sexy guy with dark caramel skin, a plump bubble butt and a desire for cock. Mark and Eric were pounding both ends and they could see the bottom try to pull Eric in closer with his hands and Mark with his legs. Mark let out a guttural yell and flooded the guy’s hole with his venom. They pulled their cocks out and Mark led the guy over to the wet area and Mark and Eric hosed the guy down. Joe looked at Kyle and they walked over and aimed their cocks at the guy and added their streams of piss. They took turns aiming for the guys open mouth and watching the piss overflow and run down his lean, smooth body. Kyle leaned down and pushed the guy face down on to the piss covered floor and pushed his cock in to the guys sloppy hole. He started to fuck and felt the streams of piss cover his and the cumslut’s bodies. He drilled and pounded, turned on by the warm piss and the cock hungry hole. The slut was milking his cock like a pro and Kyle felt his balls churn. The pissing had stopped but the smell hung in the air. He leaned down and licked the beer piss off the slut’s back. Kyle moaned and he heard Mark yell “Knock the slut up” and Kyle slammed down and let his cum shoot inside. Volleys of his toxic cum pumped in and mixed with the others in the guy's guts. Kyle got up and quickly rinsed off under the sole shower head. They left the guy laying on the floor covered in piss and sweat and the group kept touring around. Each fucked a few guys but their balls were mostly empty. Mark said “I think I have one more. I want to find the other neg guy and add my load.” Mark found him in the sling getting fucked. He noticed the guy fucking him had a wasted look and a red wristband. The top groaned loudly as he held the bottom’s body tight. His body shook and Mark knew the boy was getting an AIDS load deep inside him. The top pulled out and Mark marveled at the long thin cock, dripping with cum. The bottom said “Thank you sir” as the top walked away and Mark took his spot. He shoved in and felt his cock enter a sea of frothy poz cum. He drilled the slut’s hole for several minutes until his balls were ready to shoot the last of his cum for the night. “You ready to be a poz slut, boy?” Mark growled as he felt the cum rise. “Yes, sir” answered the bottom as he squeezed his ass tight around Mark’s shaft. “FUCK!” Mark screamed as he felt his cum shoot inside. The guys decided to head back upstairs for a final beer before heading home. As they walked out of the playroom Danny stopped them and asked how many loads they gave the neg guys. Joe said “We gave two to the Filipino guy, one to the mixed guy” and Mark added “two to the mixed guy, one to the Filipino.” “Good job” Danny said “I think they’ll both have red bands the next time.” As they walked through the bar back towards their table, Mark saw several guys nod and smile when they saw their red wristbands. Kyle stopped at the bar to order another round of beers and the bartender motioned him towards the back. Not sure what to expect, he followed the bartender into a dark hallway and the bartender said “Give me a toxic load in my ass and the round is on me. Its gotta be quick though.” Kyle’s cock instantly got hard again and he pulled the bartenders shorts down and pulled his cock out of the jockstrap. Kyle kneeled, spreading the bartender’s ass cheeks apart and spitting on the hole a couple times before standing up and lining his cock up and thrusting in. “You like taking poz cock?” Kyle whispered in his ear as he drove his cock in with firm, deliberate strokes. “Only taken undetectable ones so far, yours is the first toxic one I know of” the bartender replied. Kyle’s cock twitched and he started to fuck harder. He heard the bartender grunt with each stroke and could feel him wince from the hard thrusts. “Knock me up” the bartender begged and Kyle drove his cock in hard and unloaded what poz cum he had left. Kyle pulled his cock out and told the bartender “wait here, my boyfriend has another load for you.” Kyle slipped his cock back into his jock and hurried back to the table and told Joe where to go. Joe walked up and found the bartender still standing against the wall, his legs spread and his shorts pulled down. Joe whispered in his ear “Sorry your Christmas gift is a day late” and then shoved his cock into the bartender’s ass. The bartender let out a scream that he stifled quickly and pushed his ass back. “What do you want?” Joe asked while pounding the guys hole. “Your poz cum” replied the bartender. Joe felt someone standing next to him and turned to see Eric who was stroking his cock. Joe slammed in hard several times until his cock started to spew his infected seed inside the bartender. Volley after volley filled the tight hole adding to Kyle’s load. Joe pulled out and Eric rammed his cock in. He was all ready to shoot and told the bartender “Consider this load a tip” before burying his cock in and pumping in his charged seed. Eric pulled out, slid the bartender’s shorts back up and then slapped his ass. Eric stopped at the bar and the bartender quickly pulled four pints and Eric took them back to the table. Rehydrated, they walked back and found the car and headed back to Mark’s apartment. Eric and Kyle slept the whole way back while Joe and Mark talked. As they neared the apartment Mark stopped talking, leaving a very long pause before asking Joe “I hope you’ll be my best man.”

We both woke up the next morning and the first words I heard were much friendlier than the day before. “Morning, Mike. Did you sleep well?” Frank said. I yawned and stretched and said “Morning, Frank. Yes I did. I hope you did too.” “I haven’t slept that well in a long time. You really wore me out” he said with a chuckle. I laughed with him and replied “You wore me out too and filled me up. I can still feel cum dripping out.” He reached over and grabbed my stiff cock and stroked it saying “I’m a really bad lover, I didn’t let you shoot your load before I crashed.” He moved down and took my cock in his mouth again, sucking and licking it just like he had the night before. Frank slid his body over closer to mine and we were almost in a 69. I stared at his hairy legs and ass and then started to stroke them with my hand. My fingers slid into the crack, running up and down. His moans around my cock excited me even more and I was struggling not to shoot my load right away. I guided his leg over my chest and head and licked his cock from the tip to his balls. When he spread his legs wider, I could get my face to his ass and I started to eat like a starving child. His musk filled my nose and I was getting high from it. I almost forgot that he was sucking me until I would hear a grunt from him when my tongue would dig into his pucker. I had some of his hairs floating in my mouth and I wanted more. I spread his ass wider and felt my spit soaked beard against his hairy ass. My tongue dug even deeper into his hole and he suddenly pulled away. He turned around and straddled my stomach and he looked down at me and said those magical words again “Fuck me, Mike.” I guided my cock to his ass and it slid easily to his opening with the mixture of our saliva helping it along. Slowly he pushed down and my cock popped inside. I slowly raised my hips, forcing more of my cock inside and he started to ride my cock. I was pounding into his hole as he rocked back and forth. I felt his sweat dripping on my chest. I looked up at his face and could tell he was enjoying it as much as I was. When I would thrust in harder, he would push down harder. I reached up and rubbed his sweaty chest, pressing the palm of my hand against his hard nipples and felt his hole squeeze around my cock. I then pinched his nipple and felt him squeeze again. Frank reached down with his hand and pinched my nipple with his thumb and forefinger, no doubt looking to see what my reaction would be. We worked each other over like this for several minutes until I felt my balls start to tingle. It didn’t take much longer and I thrust my cock deep inside him and Frank plunged all the way down. Pulse after pulse of my cream pumped into his body while his ass milked every drop. I let out a loud growl that I’m sure the neighbors heard. Frank leaned forward, laying on my sweaty chest and kissing me with a slow, passionate kiss. When the kiss stopped, Frank gently bit my lip before sliding down my body and between my legs. I spread them wider and he lubed my hole with spit. I knew it wasn’t enough but I didn’t care. If I was going to get Frank’s cock back inside me I would take it any way he wanted to give it. Frank stood there with his cock just in my hole, staring at me and waiting for more of his precum to ooze inside me. Maybe it was the precum or the cum from the fuck the night before, but when he pushed his cock inside me it didn’t hurt at all. Just that wonderful feeling of a bare cock sliding inside my hole. Frank’s cock slid all the way in until I felt his bush against my ass. I looked up at him and said “Fuck me, Frank.” His cock already felt bigger than normal and I doubted he would last long before he came. Each thrust was firm and deliberate. Hard enough to make me know he was in control and make me feel it , but not too hard to be painful. I worked my hole around his shaft until he couldn’t restrain himself. He looked me in the eyes and softly said “Take it, boy” as I felt his cock pump it’s seed into my cum craving hole. I could feel the warmth and fullness from his cock and cum. When his cock fell out of my pussy, he laid next to me. “Thank you, Mike. I haven’t felt this good in a long time. It’s not just the sex. I like being with you” Frank said. “I feel the same Frank. The sex is great, but you make it even better” I replied. We laid there for several minutes, smelling of cum and sweat. Neither of us wanting to move and break the mood. I looked over at the clock and it was almost 11:30AM. “Crap” I muttered. “What?” asked Frank, with a concerned look on his face. “I have a football game to play today” I said with a hint of disgust in my voice. “Mmmm, I bet you look like a real stud out on the field” Frank said with a grin. “You can see for yourself if you want to watch a bunch of gay guys play football” I replied. “I don’t see how I could refuse. I might have to hide my hard cock as I watch you prance up and down the field, though. And I might be envious of the guys you tackle” Frank said with a chuckle. I grabbed Frank by the hand and led him into the bathroom. The shower was a long one of half washing and half groping. We dried each other off and Frank put his clothes on from yesterday and I put on my jockstrap and then the gray uniform pants which clung to my body showing off my muscular legs and ass. I pulled on my long sleeve compression shirt and then our team jersey. I looked up and Frank stood there with a huge grin on his face. “You like?” I asked. “Oh yeah. And I’m gonna like taking them off you after the game” Frank said. I smiled. Oh, yeah, I remembered. After the game. My smile turned to a frown. After the game when we always have our party. How was I going to tell him about it? I could just not go, but I needed to be honest with Frank. “Uh, Frank. We usually have a party after the game” I said in a serious tone. “Oh, cool. Can I come or is it only for the team” Frank asked. “It’s open to anyone. I have to warn you that there’s going to be some sex going on” I said nervously. I wanted to go to the party, since I had been to everyone after the first one I went to. But I also didn’t want to mess up anything with Frank. “Hehe, are you worried about me being jealous of seeing your teammates have sex with each other? Or with you?” Frank said. “Yeah, we haven’t known each other long and I don’t want to fuck it up” I replied. “Boy, there’s one thing we need to agree on right now. No matter where our relationship goes - friends, fuck buddies or partners, we need to let each other have fun with other people. Understand?” Frank said bluntly. I was relieved. “Yes, sir” I replied with a grin. “Today is probably the best day to try it out. If we get really lucky we can see each other fuck with other people and realize its ok. It won’t change how I feel about you” Frank said.

Sound so good to me....I like my dick small... and wanna to lock it up in small cage.... I was born to satisfy those top guys

Just got back home from a few days on the road. Generally, when I travel, my rule is do not mix pleasure with business. This week was an exception. (I have written before about my husiness travel, but playing sessions are few and far between.) It has been a tough few months as I had to cancel a cruise last fall for some emergency surgery. I am mended and feeling horny. Late Sunday, I flew to Springfield, Ill., and drove to a hotel in Jacksonville, to prep for a four-day run to customers in western Illinois. In the way, I hit a chain pharmacy to purchase a twin-pack of Fleet. I arrived hotel, went to sleep and awakened early for some appointments in the area. The hotel agreed to give me a late checkout at 2 p.m. After my last appointment, I went back to the my room to make some calls and pack. And just on a whim, I prepped myself, complete with lube - just in case, though I had not real plan. I went to two more appointments and drove some more. As I drove west, I passed an adult bookstore on a state highway about 10 miles east of Quincy around 6 p.m., I spotted a tractor trailer in the parking lot and turned around. Walked in, got some dollar bills and went back to arcade, where a couple of booths had glory holes. After a couple of dollars, I was about to call it quits, when the door in the next booth opened. I peaked and saw a guy wearing loose-fitting sweats, feeling himself through the sweats. After nothing happened, I was about to leave, when a rather long and fat cock peaked through the hole. Immediately, I fed the machine a couple of bucks, and started to get the cock hard, eventually running my tongue up and down, teasing the head and then engulfing as much as I could through the glory hole. He moaned ans started to fuck my face. Then, just as quickly, he pulled out and left the booth. I let my time expire and figured it was time to go. As I was approaching my rental car, I noticed a rather good-looking stuf in sweats Figure that was him. I sighed. But, as I was unlocking the car, he walked over and said in a matter-of-fact voice, "You suck really good. Want to go into my cab and have fun?" Well, hell, yes. We climbed into his cab, which had the batteries running and climbed into the sleeping compartment, which was actually roomy and nice. He put on some music, we quickly undressed and started to touch each other all over. His was sculpted, and when I looked at is semi-flaccid cock, I was amazed. I had to take it in my mouth, so I started sucking and it started to get harder and harder until was tough to get my mouth around it or take deep into my throat. It was a monster. We shifted to our sides and he started to suck my cock while his hands roamed all over my ass. He started to ask if I liked to fuck but just as quickly, he fingers found my lubed hole. He grinned. "This going to be a good evening," he said. As we said that, i had no idea if I could handle his cock. Somehow, we ended up with me on my stomach on his mattress on a pillow. He placed a cock ring around his balls, which made his cock look unbelieveable. It was like a piece of steel and he veins were very pronounced. He moved up for me to suck him some more, while he fingered my ass. He then slowly moved down my back, dragging his engorged cock down my spine. He stopped at my opening, and he pressed the head against my anus. He then made little circles, and then rubbed up and down. He then lubed up his cock, and went back to work with the teasing. It was driving my crazy, I kept raising up, trying to impale myself. He just kept teasing. "Are you ready?" he asked. i just moaned. With that, he shocked my by ramming the length of his cock into me. I was breathless for a minute, and felt a combination of pain and pleasure. My ass was filled. He let it stay there while I adjusted. I started to move my ass back into him. He started to talk dirty. "You want this cock, slut? Beg," he said. I let out a low moan and said simply, "Fuck me." He started to move and slowly moved in and out. Every time he thrust deeply, I felt the urge to expel him, but just moved back to take it deeper. He was hitting my prostate and filling up. Then, the strokes for longer and fast. My cock was rubbing hard into the pillow as my ass moved the match his thrusts. "Take my hard cock. I am going to fuck you silly, slut," he yelled. I just moaned, please fuck me. Fuck me. It was hot, rough, animal fucking. He pace picked up and he yelled, "Get ready to take my load, bitch!" He moved faster and faster. He then grunted hard and started to cum. About that time, the friction on my cock was too much and I started to cum. As I was cumming, i could feel the muscles in my ass tighten. I had his cock in a vise grip as he was cumming. He stayed in for a while, and then pulled out with a plopping sound. We grinned. Talked some. Knocked back a couple of soft drinks. I looked down, and his erection has not yet subsiudes. I layed back and threw my legs in the air, and he plunged in with me on my back. It was a fast and furious fuck. He came in what seemed like gallons. We would have gone all night,but I needed to get to ny hotel, and he was headed to pick up a load to haul to Colorado. As I was getting dressed, I could feel his spunk seeping out. We agreed this was great and we should do it again. We exchanged phone numbers. Even today on Friday, my ass still knows that there was a good fucking. Cannot wait until our travels cross again. My ass twitches at the thought.

Part 32 　 We finally got up and off of the table. We went back into Hank's place, him to see what was going on and me to just check the time. I was about 6 in the morning now. I had been up most of the night and now had 5 HIV poz loads up my ass. I still wasn't sure what the hell I was thinking. My ass was sore as hell now and when I reached down to feel it, it was tender as all get out to my touch and when I brought my hand back and looked at it it was pretty much covered in cum and blood. I was aghast. I was too sore to sit at the moment and was standing next to the kitchen counter when Hank walked in. He smiled and said, "I just saw my stripper friend and he says you took his big cock in you and got a hell of a ride outside. Are you loving it yet?" I told him, "I'm not sure yet. I really don't want AIDS, but I can't seem to stop letting you guys fuck me, either. Not sure what I should do. While we are doing it, I want it all and every bit of your cocks deep in me and cumming, but when done, I can't believe I did it." He asked me, "what are your thoughts right now?" I answered, "well while I was standing here alone, I thought how stupid I am, but when you walked in, the first thought I had was, OMG look at that beautiful cock, sure wish it was back in me right now. I just don't understand my feelings at all." Hank said, "I like your thought about me." Before I could say any more he walked across the kitchen, grabbed me and lifted me up onto the counter, spreading my legs and thrusting his already hard cock in my ass in one fell swoop clear to the hilt. All I could do was gasp at the initial pain in my torn up ass and then as his cock bottomed out I sighed in contentment at the great feeling of being full. He was immediately plowing my hole fast and furious right from the start. I went into overdrive pushing my ass at him as intensely. Without missing a stroke, he then picked me up and started walking towards the livingroom, his cock never leaving my hole. Every step made me moan in pleasure. As we got into the other room, Tom was sitting alone on the couch. As we approached, he sat up and his cock was standing straight up in the air as we approached. Tom spread his legs as we got there and Hank walked us right up between them and against the couch. Hank was smiling and looking deep into my eyes as he started to kneel down. I thought he just want us on the couch, but then as his knees hit the floor, he leaned over a little, his hands spreading the cheeks of my ass apart. I then became aware that Tom's cock was coming between my cheeks as Hank lowered me. Then as I was getting ready to ask what was going on, Tom's cock started to slip inside my open gaping hole along side of Hank's. I started to protest that there was no way for two cocks to get in me at once, when Hank, basically, let go of my ass causing me to drop and wham, Tom's cock penetrated and I sank all the way down onto them both at once. Hank had also clamped his mouth to mine in a kiss preventing me from screaming in pain. Then he grabbed my ass and lifted upwards and then dropped me down on them both again. It was incruciating but exhilerating at the same time. Hank continued to lift me and drop me for a bit and then I couldn't take it anymore and bent my legs til they were on the couch and started bouncing myself on their cocks. I was going into orbit from an overload of cock in my ass. Hank broke off the kiss and said, "I knew, after you had taken that stripper's giant cock, you could handle the both of us at once. You are a natural. Your ass is amazingly tight and fine for us." I couldn't answer as my head was back and I was in another universe, just enjoying the feeling. It only took about 15 minutes of this before I could feel both cocks, at once, growing harder in my hole. Then Tom yelled, "I'm cumming, omg, I am cumming and filling your hole with my toxic cum!" Just few seconds later and Hank was yelling that he was giving me a nice toxic load also. The feeling of two loads in my ass almost simultaneously, drove me over the edge, too. I was screaming almost, "yes, yes, yes, give me your poz cum, impregnate me, knock me up with your HIV!" Then, again, I caught myself and wondered what the hell was I saying and doing? I have lost my mind, but omg, how great it feels.

Yes! Or even better is when you were blindfolded and every guy smiling at you makes you wonder if they seeded you the night before!

Part 30 　 We made small talk then, about basically nothing, for a while. Then I asked him, "what do you think I should do? You, know, about what just happened?" He said, "like I said I am a little prejudiced about that. I think you should just go with it and embrace your new freedom to have sex without any more worries about getting HIV, just take it, but it is your decision. Some love it, like me, and some wish it never happened. For me, I got it from Hank, like you might. I decided not to take meds for it, at least for now, and just spread my gift. I have no trouble getting laid, with this meat I have." With that he leaned back and reached down and grabbed that mammoth cock. I said, "Well, Hank's cock is big, but that is a monster and Hank's is the first one I ever had in me. I doubt if I can take yours even if I wanted to." He just smiled and said, "I don't think you realize, yet, how much your ass can stretch. I bet you could actually take this and am pretty certain of that. You still have time to get to a doc. I think you should enjoy the weekend and enjoy all the sex you can till you decide." I said, "that is a temptation, but wow, that looks like it would rip me apart." He still had his hand on his dick and it was almost all the way up now. It almost looked like another arm between his legs. I had trouble taking my eyes off of it. He just reached over and took my hand and said, "take ahold of me and see what you think of it." I let him lead my hand to his cock and gripped it. I could not get my hand all the way around it. Damn, that is huge. I can feel it throb and almost lifts my hand up it is so strong. He reached up and put his hand on my head and started to push me down towards it. I offered no real resistance, it didn't seem real somehow. Then it was right in my face and I found myself opening my mouth and the head of his cock pushed in. I had to stretch my mouth as wide open as possible and it still barely fit in. I could only get about 4 or 5" in as it was just way too big to go any further. I sucked on what I could get and with my saliva, maybe another inch slid in. I was bobbing my head on it trying to be careful not to scrape it with my teeth, but that was hard to do with its size. I immediately, it seemed, was rewarded with the taste of his precum which started flowing almost as soon as my mouth closed on him. He was moaning already and crooning to me about how great that felt. The stripper lifted me a little and brought one of his legs across the seat so that he had one leg on each side of it. I kind of adjusted myself so I was sitting the same way, but bent over sucking away. My mind was yelling at me, what the hell are you doing with that toxic cock in your mouth, but it tasted so good, I didn't want to stop. I was thinking at this point on just blowing him and that was all. Then he leaned over me some and grabbed my ass with both hands and his fingers were playing with my hole. It was sore, but with a throbbing tingle also there. He teased my hole for a while, just rubbing a finger of one hand around and around it and then the other hand doing the opposite direction. It was making me horny, again, and I was having trouble concentrating on his cock at times. Then, without warning, he stuck a finger from each hand in me at the same time. I almost lost hold of his cock and jumped into his lap. The feeling was amazing and then he inserted another finger from each hand in and started to stretch my hole open a little at a time twisting them a little to make sure they hit all around it. He was driving me wild with that feeling and my fear was being driven back from passion.

PART 2 As I started to cAtch my breath, the knowledge that an HIV positive guy had just cum inside me hit me more. I was still riding the waves of pleasure from getting fucked though and looked down at my still rock hard cock and realized I had completely ignored it. It hadn’t mattered to me. All of my pleasure had come from my hole. And that pleasure had been more amazing than anything I had ever felt. I knew I couldn’t not have more, whatever the risk was gonna be. He had lit a fire in me. His hard cock had. And his cum. His hot cum that was hiv positive and currently soaking into me, my body absorbing it. As his softening cock slowly slid out of me, I immediately instinctively clamped my hole shut. It seemed important to keep it all in me. “Chris, that was the hottest hole I have fucked in years. I swear, your hole gripped my cock like you literally needed it in you. And i’m So happy you decided to let me breed you and give you my cum. It’s a special bond we have now. You have my seed inside you, my essence.” I was so happy. I was a good bottom. He had loved fucking me. “I couldn’t help it. Once you were inside me, it felt so good. And I didn’t want it to stop. And... I don’t know why, but all of a sudden it just seemed like I needed your cum.” I was embarrassed saying the last part. I couldn’t understand it really, I just knew what it felt like. And at the time, something clicked and I needed it. I would have begged if I had had to, but didn’t say that. He looked down at me and smiled. “My boy found his inner cum slut. I knew when I saw you that you would be special. Some guys get fucked and some guys are bottoms Chris. You are a bottom. Bottoms need cock in their holes. They don't use condoms. Taking cum becomes an addiction. A need. I have a feeling my cute young friend, that your hole is going to need lots of hot cum to be happy.” As I lay on the thin mattress with a near strangers cum flooded in my hole, my cock still hard, what he had just said ran in my head over and over. I had been fucked before and it had been just ok. Not great at all. The fucking I had just taken in this tiny little room had been the exact opposite. It had been the hottest sex I had ever had or even thought of. I had never felt so alive, had never wanted a cock so badly. And it had occurred to me more than once, a guy with HIV had shot a huge load in my ass and I wasn’t scared or freaking out. I was grateful. It was like.... it was like he had showed me the secret. “I don’t even know what’s happening, but I can’t help it. Nothing ever felt that good before.” Now he rose off the bed and looked at me intently. “My boy has a look that is telling me his hole is still hungry.” I nodded, a little embarrassed to admit it, even to him. It was all so new. “Let’s go find you a nice big cock to fill you up again. Do you want that? To feel another man’s cock throbbing as he shoots his sperm into your willing little ass?” My eyes big, my cock like steel, I rose off the bed too and took his hand as he opened the door and began to lead me down the narrow hall towards whatever or whoever was next. I was scared and nervous, but most of all excited and horny. And I knew I wanted more.

Part 2 I then asked, “Don’t we have a party to get to?” Dante answered, “Fuck yeah, but I need to make a stop at my place to get more ‘supplies’.” Dante We pulled up to my crib and I pulled into my garage. After turning the engine off I quick shut the garage door and invited Chris inside while I prepare ‘supplies’ I was going to take to the party. He went to put his shirt back on when I stopped him, “I sure you’re still hot from the T for smoked cause I know I am, besides you got a nice bod, you should show it off.” As usual there were a few members of my crew there are their bitches. Although I am gay, most of my crew is straight. I introduced Chris to all that were in my crib especially my two gay boys. As Chris was busy with two of the gay boys in my crew, one of them asked, “Hey boss is he?” I answered, “He is, he just don’t know if yet. Nothing like a little Tina and Gina to bring the gay out in a gay boy in denial. Can you fix him a drink and make sure he’s got a well packed pipe while I get things prepared.” I let Chris know, “These boys are going to keep you entertained while I'm getting things ready” as I headed to my bedroom Chris was already given the G laced drink and was escorted into the living room. I headed out you the pool house to get things ready once Chris was tweaking on Tina and strong in the hold of Gina. Chris Dante left me with a few of the guys hanging out at his place. I had my drink in hand, a pipe sitting on the table, with a torch. I didn’t hesitate as I sipped my drink I began to smoke the pipe. As I quickly was nearly the end of my drink I continued to smoke the pipe and noticed that two of Date's guys were with this girl that was apparently there for the drugs. One of the guys was black and clearly in charge and the other was white guy and clearly the follower. They were but working this petite Hispanic girl over right there in the presence of myself and the two guys sitting with me. As I watched the Hispanic girl get fucked, I looked up at the 50” TV which had gay porn playing. I had never seen anything like this before and couldn’t take my eyes off the screen. That was until I noticed the two guys that had been sitting with were half naked, making out. Between the porn on the TV and the guys progressively getting into it next to me I was feeling incredibly horny. As the Hispanic girl was getting pounded by the black dude while the white dude was getting his dick, a nice dick actually, sucked. I looked over at the two dudes next to me to see the one guy sitting in the other guy’s lap as they faced each other still kissing. They were both half naked (from the waist down) as I watched a hard cock push into the one guy's ass. I could hear him moan as the hard cock pushed an the way inside. I was so memorized I didn’t notice it when Dante sat beside me on the couch, grabbed the pipe from me and lit up telling me to finish my drink. I gulped what was left in the glass, just less than half the glass. Dante told me we were going to shotgun this hit just before he started to suck in the smoke as it built up in the bowl. Dante I entered the pool house to find it in the condition I expect it to be left in, clean and ready for use. Three wrist and ankle restrains were I place, I prepare several points, had the tourniquet, alcohol preps and cotton balls ready. I had plenty off Gatorade with GHB already added. I checked the hidden cameras to be sure to record all the action especially when I get Chris to ask for his slam, when he begs me to fuck him and finally when he asks me to breed him. When finally had the pool house prepared when the necessary essential that were sure to not only bring the gay out of this boy, help him realize and accept his real self and hopefully cement him as my fuck toy it was time to head back inside and see what condition Chris was in after spending time with my crew. I walked back into the house to find my two straight boys spit roasting this Hispanic chick while my two gay boys were fucking on the couch right next to Chris who kept shifting his eyes from the gay porn on the TV with the action going on next to him all the time rubbing his free hand on a very clear hard cock. It was clearly evident to me that he had no interest in the fucking going with the Hispanic chick. Chris didn’t notice my rejoining him until I grabbed the pipe out of his hand. I noticed he had almost half of his drink left. I told him to finish his drink which he drank down in nearly one gulp. I started to heat the Tina in the bowl telling Chris that we were going to shotgun the next hit. Chris was still shifting his eyes between the TV, the fucking going on right behind me, and my actions with the pipe. I sucked in as much smoke as I could, leaned over to Chris who leaned towards me causing our lips to meet sealing them together. Chris began to breathe in before I had the chance to exhale the vast amount of Tina I had sucked into my lungs. Chris stopped once his lungs were filled with the Tina I had expelled from my body. Although Chris had finished inhaling he didn’t make an effort to pull away from our lip lock. I made no effort to make more of this simple kiss then what it was presently. Chris surprised me when I sensed he was about to blow the smoke back into my waiting mouth. I quickly accepted his offering breathing down what Tina remained. This time I decided it was time to push things a little further. I flicked my tongue ever so gently so that it quickly brushed against his lips. Chris broke off or lip lock causing me to think he needed more T and/or G. He took the pipe from my hand while checking the noisy fuck behind my back proclaiming we do another shotgun. Once he had sucked in all the smoke he could we once again sealed our mouths when each other and I accepted the smoke from Chris. This time after I had taken in all of his Tina smoke he surprised me by letting his tongue gaze against my lips. After Chris you the Tina smoke back from me we began to kiss. Our tongues freely explored each others mouths. From the sound my gay boys were making I knew they were getting close to climaxing. As we continued to kiss I could hear them talking about breeding. The bottom for asking the top, “You gonna breed my ass?” The top was responding with, “Fuck yeah I’m gonna breed your tight ass when my dirty seed bro. You ready to get knocked up? You want me to get you pregnant?” The bottom began to yell out, “YES! FUCK YES! GIVE IT TO ME, GIVE ME YOUR DIRTY LOAD! GET ME FUCKING PREGNANT” The top stud screamed out “FUCK” as he could clearly seen in pure ecstasy as he unloaded deep inside the bottoms ass. As I had hoped all this action when the T & G fueling his brain was taking him where he needed to be tonight. I pushed things a little further when I moved my hand to his hard cock freeing his hand which instinctively found my hard cock. We continued to kiss as the gay boys moved from the couch to the floor flipping so the let could get a good fuck and load. I pulled my mouth from his allowing me to pay attention to his neck and ears. As I gently pushed him down towards my crotch. It didn’t the much before his mouth found the tip of my cock. While rubbing the back of his head and neck I used my other hand to pop open my cargo shorts which would allow better access to my cock if Chris wanted more of my poz cock. Chris hesitated for a brief second before pulling it free and licking the tip then licking the shaft. It was time to plant seeds in his drugged up brain. I asked him, “You liking that black cock?” The only response he gave as he started to take the head of my cock into his mouth was a ‘yes’ nod. While Chris had his head I my lap I reached over and loosened his jeans allowing me access to his ass. I quickly found his hole and began to play with it eliciting a quiet moan. With attention on my cock I worked to slip a small shard of Tina into his unsuspecting ass. I continued to rub his head and continued, “How’d you like to become part of my crew? I would really like to have you hanging around when you’re able. I know how parents can be filling your head with what’s expected of you. You are starting to discover your true self, who you want are and I know you’re enjoying the real Chris.” Chris’s silence along with his efforts on my 9 poz cock which by now was hard as steel and supplying Chris an ample supply of my poz pre-cum. An affirming moan escaped aims my cock as Chris doubled his efforts at getting more of his cock into his mouth. Understanding his desire and hunger I applied a little pressure to the back of his head as his throat slipped into his throat. I could sense a feeling of accomplishment from Chris as his throat began to massage my cock as it was lodged in his throat. I allowed him to pull off and some for needed air before he moved back down getting even more of my cock into his throat. This not was hungry and ready. I reaffirmed my desire to have him in my crew. He was to become my personal fuck toy, and with continued work on his oral skills he’d become me hell of a cock sucker. He’d service only me and maybe select friend and business associates. I was fairly sure the wheels were spinning in the drugged up boys brain as he was trying to comprehend all that was going on, just the way I had intended the night to go for him. As Chris continued to work his mouth and throat on my cock I let my soon you be fuck toy know, “You don't have to worry, your responsibility will be to me and only me. I have no intention in having you sell or transport the drugs I sell. The only thing I want from you is the pleasure of your mouth and ass. If you agree up this we’re going to go out to the pool house. Once inside this is what you’re you say and do you show me you accept all that I will give you and become what you were meant to be.” Chris I couldn’t completely understand what was happening to me. All I knew was that I had a growing desire to get as much of Dante’s cock inside my mouth and, with Dante’s help, into my throat. I will had a picture of the two guys that fucked I the couch next to us that were now I the floor continuing there fucking. I tried to concentrate I what Dante was asking and telling me about becoming part of his crew. The thought of that excited and stimulated me on ways I couldn’t understand. A chock part of me was scared at the idea, a bigger part of my brain was excited at the new found freedom I was discovering with Dante. He repeated what I was to say and do once we were I the pool house having me repeat it all back to him before we were to head out to the pool house. As we rose from the couch both of us lost our shorts leaving Dante completely naked and me in a pair a bright blue Andrew Christian boxer briefs. Dante made a comment on how nice my ass looked in them as he led me out the patio door. The first thing I notice was the pool with a jacuzzi on the side near what appeared to be the pool house. I guess I was staring at the water when Dante told me, “We’ll most likely take a dip in the pool later when we need a break” just as we were walking through the door to the pool house. Dante leaned when you kiss me on the lips signaling me to start. I immediately began, “Dante, I want to be part of your crew. Please slam me, then fuck my virgin ass. Please knock me up, give me your DNA and mark me as yours.” We kissed some more as he helped me climb into the sling, helping me get my feet I the stirrups and making sure my ass was right were he wanted it to be to give him to access. I was expecting him to slam me, what ever a slam is, but was caught surprisingly off guard when he got between my legs and began to lick my ass sending waves of pleasure ran through my body. This new simulation was driving me crazy that the only thing that was in my brain was to repeat what Dante asked me to say earlier. Dante was getting my hole hot and wet as he began to occasionally slip a finger inside as he worked to open me up for me big black cock. Suddenly I felt him push a rough object inside my ass as he commented, “Damn boy, none got a nice hole here, nice and hungry I bet. I’ve got three fingers inside you and your hole is trying to suck my hand issue. Don’t worry, I like a nice, tight ass.” I felt an incredible emptiness when Dante pulled his fingers from inside me. He moved to my left side where place a strap around my upper arm as he used an alcohol pad to rub a spot, before he picked up an orange capped syringe telling me, “If you think your ass is hungry and feeling empty now, it’s about to be even more hungry then you ever thought possible. All your going to want to do is concentrate on that hole and the pleasure you will be giving me which will bring pleasure to you.” I remained perfectly still without having to me to do so as I felt a sight pinch when Dante slipped the needle into my vein. He pulled the plunger slightly back getting a little bit of my blood I the barrel before he began to slowly empty the entire clear liquid into my body. He told me a little of what to expect as he snapped the quick release strap causing the strap to fall from my arm and, as Dante had told me, I began a strong caughing fit.

8. Skippy, the Pirate de Sade, and the Buried Treasure Here lies one whose name was writ in water The end of the pool faced the beach and was all glass—one very big window. The morning fog was still burning off so if you looked through the glass from the pool you couldn’t really see much, mostly a foggy view that kinda looked like the ocean. But that’s only because you knew you were looking at the ocean. Guys that walked by were multi-colored blobs. “Cool daddy-o,” Skip said to Rusty, with just a hint of irony. From the beach looking into the pool, however, you could see both the pool’s occupants plain as day. Passers-by saw freckly Rusty and a sandy-haired beachcomber, Skip. Skip was the one you noticed, slender, rippled stomach, sinewy smooth pecs and arms, his strong soccer legs scissoring to keep afloat in his knee-length bathing suit hanging out in the pool’s deep end. His angular face was finely crafted without being pretty. The jaw that came to a point at his cleft chin was strong, and often clenched; a long slender nose; light brown hair, sun-bleached at the tips, matched his glowing amber eyes evoking both mischief and mystery. As much as you got to know Skip, there was always a part of him that remained out of reach. Rusty plunged underwater, looked through the glass with cupped hands, and also saw the same hazy ocean. Coming back up he wiped his eyes. “Yeah, neat-o,” he said trying to mimic Skip’s tone. They were encouraged to say things like that at work, and the beach house was still part of work. The retro lingo was former actor Cyrus Johnson’s—or “Whitey” as he chose to be called—remembrances of Malibu beach party teen movies he’d been in, acting with Frankie Avalon and Annette Funicello, back in the early sixties. Hey, the Chelsea bar called Paradise was his, they just bartended there, so he got to make the rules. White-haired Whitey, a man now in his forties, a silver fox save for a beer gut, hung out under a deck umbrella talking to a striking Mexican. The gentleman who’d shown up with some associates at noon, had long, black wavy hair and was an imposing figure on the pool deck. Skip eyeballed the dark visitor and speculated. Sexy even if he was a little intimidating, he moved stiffly, a buck ninety pounds of barrel-chested muscle. He’d abandoned his shirt surrendering to the day’s humidity. His shoulders and back were covered in fur. A hulking daddy-type if ever there was one, Skip thought. He looked way more interesting than any of Whitey’s usual backers who came around to ogle Whitey’s pool twinks. Desperado. Racketeer. Mobster. Skip searched for the word best to describe him. Thug. Gangster. Cutthroat. Yeah, cutthroat maybe. The gentleman sure was animated, pressuring Whitey about something, poking a finger into Whitey’s chest. His dark tanned skin, almost black under his suit of hair, glistened in the humidity. The deck’s potted palms suddenly began to rustle by a mercifully cool gust of wind, sending the cutthroat’s hair flying into his face. He struggled to make his point while trying to keep strands of hair out of his mouth. Finally frustrated, he untied a knotted red kerchief from his neck and bound his wavy hair in a pirate bandana. Yeah, that was it—Pirate! ”Yo ho,” Skip said. Skip wasn’t Skip’s real name. Whitey had given all his bartenders nicknames he remember from that bebop, doo wop, shama lama era: Ace, Buzz, Stretch, Moose. Getting a new Paradise nickname did come with advantages. Skip discovered variants that could emphasize different traits for different customers offering different subtexts. Name’s Skippy when he wanted to highlight his youth to an older patron; They call me Skipper to a cute bottom boy, intimating that he was the boss, the alpha dog of his bar crew; and Skip, well, just that he was Skip, informal, kinda butch, kinda rich, none of it untrue. His real name was Alastair Inge, well, even worse before his grandfather had shortened it, Alastair von Ingerschleben—“from the village of Inge,” if you wanted to get real technical. Alastair was pretentious enough, so Inge sufficed. If you pressed him he actually didn’t mind Skip. In fact, he started introducing himself that way at Columbia U during his junior year. No one there questioned its legitimacy since he already had that Nantucket air. Skip surveyed his latest fling sharing the pool, a new bartender at Paradise, Aiden Reilly, a.k.a. red-headed “Rusty”—no one said white haired Whitey was a creative genius. All Irish. All freckles. Rusty was cute, had a rather bulbous nose, a nice size prick, but was a little fey in some of his mannerism—a little too overtly bottom, truth will out—not that Skip was a total butch top, but he did most of the pedaling during sex. The thing that really annoyed Skip, though, was how Rusty worshipped his lesbian twin sister, Briana, who also attended Columbia. Not that Skip disliked lesbians, he just never socialized much with them. After meeting Rusty, he did a lot. And if not socializing, then hearing about her. A lot. Rusty was always going on about how Briana said this, Briana broke up with Kirsten, Briana did the funniest thing, Briana started going back out with Kirsten, and on and on till Skip wanted to shoot himself. Or Rusty. Or Briana. Sometimes Skip believed Aiden would be happier to have a sex change just so that he could be a lesbian like his sister. That kind of thinking made Skip’s head hurt. But that’s what made the pirate, slapping his bottle of Corona on the table, so damn attractive, despite, or maybe in addition to, the gorilla coat he sported. He couldn’t imagine for one second the pirate had any desire to be anything other than a man, a pirate king guzzling his beer. The pirate caught him staring at him, and raised his bottle and gave him a red-scarf nod. Rusty was busy scanning his associates. “Organized crime,” he pronounced. Skip smiled at the thought. “Why do you think that?” he asked. “Well, you know what a gossip Slim is?” Skipped agreed. “He chatted a couple of them up as soon as they got here. You know Whitey’s obsession with our stupid names? You should get a load of theirs. Tito, Khan…” “That could be their names,” Skip pointed out. “One of them is named Knuckles. Knuckles! How much more mobster can you get?” “Which one’s Knuckles,” Skip asked. Rusty pointed to the largest guy on the deck, talking to a tall, slim black bartender, named—you guessed it—“Slim.” Knuckles had on a grey t-shirt with large yellowed pit stains, black jeans and a black leather vest. Slim was pestering Knuckles about something under his vest. Knuckles flapped it open. Even from the far end of the pool, the holstered snub nose .38 was easy to spot. Slim leaned back surprised, then tipped forward enticed, and ran his fingers down Knuckles’ breast bone. Tito and Khan chuckled at the pair’s open flirtation. Rusty returned to Skip with one ginger eyebrow raised. Skip swam down to the shallow end and raised himself out, flexing his triceps hoping the pirate would notice. He did. “Skippy,” Whitey shouted to the lad as he dripped on the deck. “Get your little tail over here and meet my compadre, Bernardo.” Skip strutted over, wiping himself with a beach towel, confidently brushing back his spikey hair. He greeted the man with an engaging smile, as Whitey made the introductions. “Bernardo de Sade, meet the best bartender in Paradise, Alistair von Ingerschleben.” Skip gave Whitey a congratulatory smile, impressed that Whitey knew how to spit out his whole name in full Germanic glory. “But y’all can call him Skippy.” Skip extended his hand, which was immediately engulfed by de Sade’s two large paws. He didn’t shake so much as grab. “What is Skippy? Is like jumping?” De Sade erupted at his joke. His bellicose laugh was a little disturbing. It wasn’t that funny, but Skip produced a grin nonetheless. Whitey was clearly nervous about something, Skip sensed. Whitey made like de Sade’s joke was the funniest thing. “Yes, Bernardo, Skippy hops to, runs the bar shipshape like the skipper of a ship, don’t you, Skipper?” “I guess I do, Whitey. I guess I do,” Skip replied, acting greatly complimented, puffing up his smooth chest. Whitey was a giggling fool, Skip thought, but smiled cordially nonetheless. Seeing that de Sade wasn’t letting go of his hand anytime soon, Skip doubled down and placed his other hand over the back of the man’s tight grip. Skip reckoned this was one of the bar’s major money men that Whitey was always fretting about. He knew how to make a good impression on wealthy men born into it himself. Skip’s smile never faltered, his eyes never shied away. The man slowly released his hands with a middle finger tracing Skip’s palm. De Sade’s cruise was hidden from view but blatant enough for Skip. The edges of Skip’s lips curled and he cruised de Sade right back with his shining golden eyes. Skip felt the come-on granted him some permission, so he drew up a chair between the men. “Señor de Sade, I take it you’re one of Whitey’s silent partners.” De Sade nibbled a flake on his chapped lip. It seemed there were things he preferred not to talk about, Skip realized. “I’d say I’m more involved with Mr. Johnson’s supply chain,” de Sade replied mysteriously and sipped his beer. The man’s wide-set eyes were penetrating and enticing, oozing hot-blooded sex as he sized Skip up. His mustache was finely trimmed, with a small soul patch beneath his lip, and sideburns shaved to fine points on his dark, sunken cheeks. Pitch black chest hair flowed from his neck directly to his broad fleshy pecs. Skip couldn’t help himself and gave a quick glance down and marveled at the dense pelt covering the man’s abdomen, and even more astonished by the amount of flesh buried in his khaki shorts. Down his right pant leg the outline of a big dick rose like a pipe; a bit of foreskin even peeked out against his hairy kneecap. When he glanced back up, Skip was met with the lewd, knowing smile of a confident, well-endowed, brazen buccaneer. As Skip checked out de Sade’s package, Whitey was subtly, desperately trying to signal Skip. He pinched his nose a few times, attempting to clue Skip into what supplies in the supply chain de Sade meant. Once Skip got it, Whitey gave the smallest of head shakes, telling Skip he shouldn’t pursue this particular supplier. Skip wasn’t so easily put off—actually he was more intrigued, if you really want to know. He himself dealt a bit of blow in the bar’s bathrooms from time to time, so felt simpatico to the pirate. “This your first time to Fire Island, Señor de Sade? I’d love to show you around,” Skip offered. “No. Many times I’ve been here. High tea, low tea, the meat rack—I feel much at home here.” The mention of the meat rack, a dune swept labyrinth for anonymous sex, made Skip see de Sade in a new light. “Usually I am Señor Johnson’s guest, isn’t that right, mi amigo,” he replied patting Whitey’s hand. Whitey withdrew his hand unconsciously, then put on a too broad smile to hide his discomfort. “But this time I drive a big boat. You’d like to see my big boat?” the man jested, knowing exactly what Skip wanted to see. He and Skip rose together. De Sade cocked his head to tell his men it was time to leave. He’d gotten what he came for. Whitey was not subtle in how happy he was to see them abruptly leave. By all means, Skip should see the boat, he told them, ushering them to the side gate. Knuckles led the pack, carrying a paper bag with de Sade’s monthly cut in it. Slim pouted his lower lip, disappointed in seeing Knuckles go. Tito and Khan followed Knuckles, with Skip and de Sade bringing up the rear. His henchmen grinned like goons, familiar with how their boss weaved a web around a new victim. Whitey wiped his brow and waved, while Rusty stewed jealously floating in the pool in his water wings. *** It started innocent enough. The yacht tour started with a quick, teasing tour of de Sade’s master cabin with its large bed covered in black rubber—Skip had to touch—then in the kitchen galley, on the way to the wheelhouse, de Sade pulled out a small brown bottle of coke. Would Skip like a hit? Skip would. Then topside in the wheelhouse, Khan, the yacht’s pilot, a slender, half-Mongolian, half-Peruvian guy with a wispy brown beard and long, stringy ‘stache, asked Skip if he would like to skipper the boat into the bay? Skip would. Purring west in the Great South Bay, Tito came up and said de Sade wanted to know if Skip was up for a couple more lines and some Tequila? Skip was. Until they passed under the Robert Moses Causeway and were out to sea, Skip had no reason to worry. I mean, if things got too sketchy he’d just jump off the boat and swim to shore, right? That would be a major pain in the ass getting back to The Pines, but he wasn’t going to be kidnapped, for Christ’s sake. The truth was it was turning into a totally awesome, coked-up afternoon with some hot and sketchy characters. He couldn’t wait to tell the other bartenders about it. Tito turned out to be this outrageously clownish guy. Hyperactive, great at voices and imitations. At first he thought Tito had a mole near his left eye but it turned out to be a tear tattoo, which freaked him at first, but after a few lines and a couple shots of Tequila, Tito was this natural prankster, making fun of Knuckles’ Neanderthal stance and calling de Sade “Gomez Addams’ dirty, hippy cousin.” Skip thought that was hilarious. “Very, very dirty cousin, aren’t you, Capo?” Tito said, insinuatingly, running his hand down his boss’ chest. Skip was in hysterics and kinda turned on. Knuckles, for his part, wasn’t as he first seemed. More a big teddy bear when you got down to it. Skip realized that Knuckles stooped over, knuckles almost dragging, because he tried to hide how absolutely monstrously tall he was when he stood straight. Also the galley ceiling was really low, so he had to extra hunch over in the space, and Tito took full advantage of the fact. Scratching his armpit, making monkey sounds. And de Sade? Well, de Sade was sexier with every line they passed around. Still intense in every way, especially in the forceful way he laughed, slapping the table, knocking the back of Tito’s head, throwing his head back with a full belly laugh that ricocheted almost painfully off the white plastic ceiling. De Sade treated him like crew from the moment he stepped aboard, slapped him on the back, clipped his chin slowly with his fist for no reason, looked at him in the same possessively, fatherly way he looked at his crew. De Sade was very open, in fact, he was pretty provocative in his affectionate for his men. Yeah, he’d smack Tito’s head but he’d also lay a kiss on his head when he passed him, bringing back everyone cervezas from the mini-fridge, or pull on one of Knuckles sagging nipples after Knuckles slammed back his fifth Tequila shot. Skip wondered exactly how close they all were, if there were boundaries, if they had sex—it sure seemed that way. With his coke-fueled brain flying, he considered what it would be like to really be a part of this crew. What nerve it would take to drop out of school, screw his parents’ plans of him becoming a lawyer, and totally turn to the life of a real modern-day coked-out, sex-crazed pirate. How awesome would that be? Pretty awesome! Looking out the window, seeing land was quickly disappearing from the horizon, Skip mentioned to de Sade that he really should to get back soon, he had a public policy paper due on Monday, hadn’t even started it yet, hadn’t even picked a topic. The coke was making him ramble, watching the last of Fire Island becoming a thin brown line. Maybe he’d do Nixon’s trip to China or the release of the Iranian hostages, maybe arms for hostages that was lately in the news. De Sade reassured him they’d be back before sunset, and pushed a mirror with lines of white powder toward him. Skip bent over the galley table and snorted. He pinched his nose feeling the substance burn. “Oh, man, strong! Whew! Maybe I can I buy one of Briana’s old policy papers. She’s the sister of this guy I know. She bailed me out before, yeah, but then she’ll tell Rusty. Wait, was that coke?” he asked Tito who’d been chopping white powder out of new bag since they’d finished the last one a while ago. “No, amigo. This is much better. This is Miss Tina,” Tito said. “Más amoroso.” He wiggled his brows suggestively as he passed the mirror around. The four of them laughed, Skip just a little bit uneasy. Still, in this new light Tito did looked hotter than he did before. Was that from Tina? His gang tattoos on his neck, arms, and chest, were kinda sexy. His broad face, Skip noticed, had a slight gap between his two front teeth. Now that Tito was smiling all the time he couldn’t help but notice it. And when he glanced at Knuckles? Forget about it! As homely as they come, all acne scarred, tiny black eyes, overweight and sagging breasts. But Knuckles had to be packing a good, solid thirteen incher in his jeans. No doubt about that lump. There were things you could overlook, and there were things you can’t. “Más amoroso, huh?” Skip repeated. “I’m amped but kinda tingly all over. Is this how you’re supposed to feel?” De Sade and his boys smiled. “I always stick to coke, but I’ll have to remember this.” Skip got up to pace in the cramped galley. De Sade got with him. “You party, my friend?” he asked. Skip laughed a little too loud. “I thought that’s what we’re doing.” “Nah. If you want to really party with us,” de Sade said as a pointed invitation, “let’s introduce you to something I know you’re going to love.” Skip gave his a why not shrug of his shoulders. De Sade went down to the master cabin. Knuckles caught Skip as he paced and sat him back in the booth, pinning him between himself and Tito. “Beuno, sí? Do another. Twice as good,” said the big man. Skip sensed heat radiate off him, and felt Tito’s sexy perspiration sliding against his other arm. The room was hot and what might have been smelly body odor any other time was acting like an aphrodisiac. “Fuck, I am ready to crawl out of my skin as it is, Knuckles. I gotta lay off a bit.” De Sade heard what Skip said as he came back in and sat across from the three of them. “I have the perfect–cómo se dice—remedy. You won’t want to crawl out of your skin—you will shed it.” He laid a tourniquet and a syringe with a cloudy brown liquid on the table. Skip’s eyes widened. He looked at Knuckles and Tito who displayed big smiles. “Uh, not big into needles, guys,” Skip said trying to sound cool but resolute. Tito put a hand on Skip’s back and rubbed his shoulder to get him to relax. Knuckles too started kneading Skip’s shoulder. “What is that?” Skip asked uneasy, feeling the room closing in on him. Under the table Tito rubbed his cock through his swimsuit. For a brief moment he was conflicted. Yes, he want to be with these guys, but didn’t want to get into the whole shooting up junky thing. He just couldn’t see his life going that way. De Sade held the syringe up to the swaying overhead light. He tapped the vial dislodging tiny air bubbles and squirted out the thinnest stream of liquid out the end. “Most people mix heroin with coke to make a speedball. But coke fades long before the heroin does. Meth last much longer and is muy amoroso, right Tito?” de Sade asked. Tito nodded in agreement. Skip searched de Sade’s face. What was unnerving was that he was still being friendly, like a dad trying to get his kid to get into the ocean, or to take his first swig of alcohol. “Ah, yeah, guys, I’m gonna take a rain check on this. So maybe we get the boat turned around, like, now?” Tito moved his head close to Skip’s. “I know, man, it looks scary, but trust me. One stick, Chico, and pow,” he said, eyes wide and crazy, “heaven spreads its legs for you.” “Put out your arm,” de Sade firmly. Skip started to struggle, then realizing Tito and Knuckles weren’t going to let him out, made a violent attempt to climb out of the booth…and then what? Jump off the yacht and swim back to a shore that wasn’t even there anymore? Fuck yes, but Knuckles and Tito had him locked in. Skip no longer had a plan, he only had instincts. He fought until Knuckles pushed him back into the booth so he couldn’t move. Tito wrapped the tourniquet tightly around his bicep and a few small blue veins revealed themselves on his forearm. Knuckles held his wrist firmly against the table. “Don’t be like this,” de Sade said. “We want you to be one of us. And your veins are very small, it’s hard enough without you fighting. You’ll make me miss,” warned de Sade. Skip gave one last burst to get free but Knuckles and Tito leveraged their full weight against him, which didn’t allow any more movement. Skip braced himself and felt the needle prick his skin. His blood combined momentarily with the vial’s mixture before de Sade began pushing the speedball into his system. “Mierda,” de Sade grumbled. He held up the needle, displaying a full vial of reddish-brown liquid. “Your vein rolled, Chico.” He set the syringe on the table. “I really would like you to be with us, but I need you to cooperate. Knuckles let him go. If he doesn’t want, okay.” Knuckles release his grip. Skip still felt Tito playing with the lump rising in his bathing suit. “Your choice, Skippy. Lay out your other arm if you want this and be with us.” A funny thing was happening to him. Just the small amount that pricked his skin and got it into his bloodstream was making him feel extremely good and more than a tad bit horney. Maybe de Sade planned this. If he did it was a good plan. Skip took a deep breath, and then laid his arm on the table. “Yes!” Tito exclaimed, and undid the tourniquet and handed it to Knuckles. Knuckles bound Skip’s other bicep, and de Sade instructed him to make a fist. De Sade looked into Skip’s eyes smiling like an approving father. “Ah, look. Here is the one I’m going to hit,” de Sade said, tracing a vein on the inside of Skip’s arm. Even that small about of tactile contact made Skip feel good. What would the whole amount do, he wondered? “Ready?” Skip nodded. “Stick,” de Sade said. The needle registered fresh blood, and the full speedball went into Skip’s system. *** It’s been said a speedball’s rush is like a handjob from God. In Skip’s cases it was a handjob from Tito. Skip repeated fuck, over and over, hoping the intensity of the rush wasn’t going to keep getting more intense. But that’s exactly what happened, like someone continuously polishing your nob after you’ve cum, pleasure not meant for mere mortals. The meth rush hit first. He fell fast from it, a massive surge of elation jammed into the first few seconds, then ten, sixty…this wasn’t stopping. His stomach almost puked sensing the speed of this unending elation, he couldn’t take one more second of it, but then the hammock of heroin caught him, rocked him, bounced him, swirled him in slow motion, sending his brain out in every direction. His head fell forward. He gripped the table with both hands thinking that would stabilize him. But nothing was stable. Everything was in motion. He saw de Sade crawl over the table toward him and give him a strong, forceful kiss. He stuck his tongue right back as forcefully as he received. De Sade pulled back only an inch to admire Skip’s dilated pupils, the iris so thin, like the corona of a sun in eclipse. “You love it,” he whispered, “don’t you, papi?” “Ah, fuck, yesssss. Fuck. Fuck me. Fuuuck.” The meth made him want to get up but the impulse was countered by the heroin, and he lolled in a no-man’s land of pure bliss, hovering in his body, suspended in a feeling he was floating in a warm bath, wrapped in a cocoon of pleasure, orgasming directly in the grip of God. “Ah, fuck, what is this?” he said dazed, unmoored. This had no relation to his previous life. This was like trying to explain colors to the blind. He looked around this table of men. You have these concepts—bath, floating, orgasm, God, men—but to the uninitiated they remain concepts. Who knew what was inside these words? He now was inside them, felt it all, was it all, was the orgasm, inside the finger, was God. There was no separation between him and the men at the table anymore. He was captive of the rush, which wasn’t going anywhere. Like de Sade’s first grip on him, it wasn’t letting go of him anytime soon. Tito and Knuckles rousted him out of the booth, carrying him, one arm draped over each of their broad shoulders, taking him down, step by enormous step, down to the master cabin. In the master cabin Tito face was now in front of his. Tito held his head, stuck his tongue in his mouth. Ever since the drug hit, Skip felt a moment behind each motion he went through. The delay allowed for something however, a new lack of inhibition, a leaving behind his former self. The snake skin de Sade had promised. Thinking trailed far behind him, desire had free reign. He made out with Tito like a drunken sailor, slobbering, flopping onto his naked chest, pinching his tits, grabbing his crotch, groping his growing pecker through his shorts. Tito laughed at Skip’s wanton intensity, and ripped the kid’s swimsuit off, letting him weaved naked in front of them, holding out an arm for balance or to try to touch Tito again. Between the motion of the ship and his imbalance, he had to be propped up. Knuckles scooped him up like a bride, and laid him on the rubber bed, but not before Skip pulled himself close enough to Knuckles' face and stick his tongue down the large man’s throat. Knuckles was at first surprise, then aroused, then responded forcefully pushing Skip’s face back on the bed with his open mouth. Knuckles looked at the kid, wiped his face, was smitten. No one had ever kissed him like that, especially someone so beautiful. “You like this feeling, Chico?” de Sade asked. Skip nodded his head slowly as he reach up to kiss de Sade again. De Sade push him back. “Papi Chulo is what I’ll be for you this week. You want for nothing.” Skip ran his hands over his own torso. Felt his burning chest, his heart beating wildly under his breast bone, heard de Sade voice like it was underwater. “I make you feel this way from now on, día y noche.” Skip tried to speak but de Sade put his mouth around his erect pole, slid down, down to the root, so just a gasp of air aspirated out. De Sade then stripped as did his men. All were rigid, dripping, ready to take turns fucking the new crew member. There was nothing Skip wouldn’t do in his present state, nothing too debauched. Tito put a leg up on the bed so that his hairy asshole was available for Skip to chew on. A hairy cave was Tito cavern, full of smells of hell’s pit from which Skip greedily ate. The boy spat into it and mixed his saliva with the crust that engulfed Tito’s crack. Knuckles took up where de Sade had left off, and sucked Skip’s tool, while de Sade raised the kid’s legs to eat out his hole. Knuckles rested his head and rubbed Skip’s chest and belly. De Sade’s tongue drilled into Skip’s hole sending waves of fire through Skip’s body. De Sade reach up and started stroking Tito’s dripping cock. Four men became a new creature, a slowly careening, ricocheting embodiment of lust. “How you like partying with us now, papi?” Skip had no words, just nodded deep within Tito’s crack. He felt one long finger drill deep into his hole. It scanned around, greasing his rectum. Then he felt another thicker finger enter him. They worked at first in concert, going in and out alternately. They then joined together and started stretching him, north and south, east and west. Another long finger joined in, then another fat finger. Again, the four fingers stretched his sphincter in all directions. It felt like he’d entered heaven, until two more fingers, one thick, one thin, united with the first four. Now six fingers were filling his hole, pushing in thick viscus lube, pushing it deep into his guts. Of course he’d been fingered before, also fucked, but this was stretching him much wider. The girth of six fingers felt like the width of largest cock that had ever penetrated him. He couldn’t remember whose cock that had been. That was in a time that no longer existed. Only now is what he felt. He barely remember who he was? Skip? Alastair? It didn’t matter, all that mattered was that two more fingers were fusing into his hole. Eight fingers pulled and prodded, ripping his hole open in the most sensual way. He couldn’t resist. Four thick finger came out and the other four went deep inside. A sensation like no other he’d ever felt, a hand it was that went into his body, his rectum accepted it without question, his sphincter clamped on the hairy wrist, which pushed the hand inside another inch. It was impossible. A man’s hand was inside him. It sat there Immobile, massive, the queerest sensation of fullness, pleasurable, yes, uncomfortable, yes, intensely gratifying. What more than yes? And then fingertips moved. “Oh, fuck, daddy,” he cried. “Yes,” he panted. Tito moved his leg over Skip’s torso so he could sit squarely on his face. Skip laid blind within Tito’s hairy, musky butt, and he gratefully ate Tito out, while Tito wanked himself watching de Sade hand push into Skip’s hole. Knuckles laid on his side greasing de Sade’s forearm. Skip had diminished senses operating. The taste and smell of Tito’s rancid butt were two. But Tito’s muscular ass masked Skip’s sight and muffled sound. That left touch. And touch was overpowering everything else. These fingers teased within. He didn’t know what was happening, couldn’t tell if they were going in deeper or being pulled out. When he felt a vast emptiness he knew the hand had been withdrawn, but then a few thicker fingers slid inside. Colder and slipperier lube accompanied these new fleshy fingers. He felt a large hand with insanely large knuckles ripping at his hole. Just part of the hand was fitting inside but was insisting on full penetration. Pain started registering and he started crying out. Tito got off his face, and broke something under his nose. He’d done popper before but this was different, stronger, hit him hard, made him bare down and want those knuckles inside. The hand came out and more lube poured into his open hole. He felt the cold slop turn warm inside him, and the knuckled hand went back in as another snap cracked under his nose. “Take it, papi,” de Sade whispered in the dark, swaying cabin. “Want it.” He wanted, desired, couldn’t live without this hand inside him. Knuckles broke through. Not many could take his fist. He felt the connection that most of the other crew felt all the time with each other. It was rare for him to penetrate and he wasn’t going to waste it. He pulled out almost all the way, stretching Skip’s ass to its widest point, then went back in where he had just been, resting until he felt Skip relax. He slowly twisted his hand, which elicited deep moans from the most beautiful boy he’d ever been with. His cock dripped in his desire for the boy. De Sade bent down and slowly sucked Knuckles' gargantuan member like he done many times before. It sent a passionate frenzy through Knuckles' body and he slowly began pumping his hand into and out of Skip. Skip was in a delirium of mixed sexual agony and ecstasy. Truth be told, he didn’t know what he was feeling, had never felt anything like this in his life, so had nothing to compare it to, he just knew he wanted more. He gave up his body completely, letting Knuckles explore his interior, encouraged him with amorous moans, affirmed the pleasure Knuckles provided, felt Knuckles’ body up with gratitude. With Tito off him he could see Knuckles in the shadows, carefully and lustfully driving his large hand deep and stretching him out. De Sade added two fingers to Knuckles large wrist and rode them along the large man’s forearm as he went back in. Added a third digit on the next thrust of his arm. Skip groaned but not in protest. It was a groan like he’d never made before, surrendering, pleading, begging for more. De Sade added a fourth, and held it in place until Knuckles pulled out completely, causing Skip to yelp, and immediately replaced Knuckles' huge hand with his clenched fist. It went in with little resistance. Skip watch Tito start stroking his cock. The eroticism of simultaneously feeling his insides being stretched in unimaginable ways, while he was getting jerked off by this beautiful criminal, he couldn’t figure out what he’d done to deserve this. He started bucking on de Sade’s arm and into Tito’s fist. De Sade encouraged him. “Sí, papi, let it go. Fuck yourself on my arm. Let Tito get you off,” he said. Skip raised his knees up and slowly pulling himself off de Sade stationary arm before using his weight to slide back down, feeling each single black hair on de Sade’s forearm slide into him, satisfying his fevered hunger. Repeatedly he rose and fell. “Ah, good boy, sí. Show us how a puta likes to take it.” Tito broke another capsule under Skip’s nose and Skip increased his rhythm and flailed on de Sade’s arm in greedy abandon. He couldn’t get enough of the sensation, the expansion in his bowels that unnerved him and unveiled his inner pig. “Fuck, yeah, daddy. Fist that hole, give me a crater, wreck it, fuck yeah, destroy that hole,” he shouted. “Hold him,” de Sade said. Tito took one leg and Knuckles the other. “Sí, I will.” Skip laid back on the rubber sheets and scanned the faces of Knuckles and Tito. He was puzzled why they looked so concern. De Sade put the nozzle of the lube bottle inside his hole and squeezed an insane amount till it oozed out. He slid one hand inside and added two fingers from his other hand along his wrist, pushed in, then pulled out. De Sade slid in his other hand into to the gaping hole adding four fingers of his other hand. He pushed in deep and held it there. He pulled out and slid his first hand back inside, rose on his haunches, and pushed his immense dark, eel of a dick inside, slithering his cock along his arm until his head crowned into his palm deep inside Skip’s bowels. De Sade started playing with his uncut meat, squeezing his foreskin over his glans like he enjoyed when he was jerking himself off solo. Well, he was jerking off, it was all just surrounded by the boy’s colon. It didn’t take him long. Tito cracked some amyl under de Sade’s nostrils and then shared a second with Skip. That got Skip to start humping de Sade’s fist and cock ferociously, which, in turn, excited de Sade. De Sade increased the rapidity and depth of his strokes, until, seeing Skip’s silent, distorted face, he convulsed, shooting multiple times, pumping his fist deep in Skip’s hole each time he shot another wad. Skip’s body absorbed the shocks, each time howling, unable to make sense of what was happening to him. Tito stroked his cock furiously on the last of de Sade seizures, and the kid, in delirium, shot across the room, white webs of cum clinging to the headboard. After de Sade wiped sweat from his eyes, he needed to piss. Having the boy still attached made him a perfect receptacle. He waited until he had a steady flow, then played with his piss stream, pinching his slit, then letting it burst with a fierce gush. Skip definitely felt pin prickly gushes in his gut—a burning hot sensation along his colon walls—and since it was all chem piss, it absorbed directly into his system. He got higher, if that was still possible, hornier, more deviant. But to be real for a minute, with the more potent chemicals rapidly filling his body, his consciousness was starting to fade. There are diminishing returns with too much of a good thing, and Skip was reaching that limit, but not before de Sade slithered out his dick and tried inserting a second fist. The effects of chem piss brought out a manic desperation. Skip tried, determined to take de Sade’s second fist. He bore down, pushed, strained, with de Sade assisting, applying pressure on his end. De Sade withdrew both fists, and reinserted the first fist going deep. He then eased in the second hand gliding down the inserted wrist, but was held in check by the flesh above his thumb. Tito snapped one last capsule and Skip inhaled deeply. His ass relaxed with his desire at its peak. Two fist were inside Skip. A feeling of massive fullness, even a sense of utter completion, he look up at de Sade knowing what was inside him, which spread a smile across his face. Tito and Knuckles would take turns after de Sade was finished. The next morning Khan would have his chance and the cycle would begin again. Seven days would pass by the time the yacht anchored in Veracruz, his hole completely broken, ready for his new life. Skip never became fully consciousness again. Once they reached their destination, de Sade held an auction and Skip was sold to the highest bidder. His new owner kept him permanently drugged, selling him nightly as the fuck junky he was now destined to be. “Roll credits. Flash disclaimer. The end,” said Manetti. *** “What?! No-no-no-no-no.” Tobias cried out appalled. “Michael, that’s your ending? What is wrong with you? That is completely unacceptable.” Tobias was ticked. Mitchel looked over at the two mortician’s who wore sinister sneers on their faces. Drax was, as always, inscrutable. Only Jamal blinked in confusion at Manetti’s ending. “Well, how would you end it?” Manetti asked Tobias, having just spent the last half hour improvising his ass off, trying to spin a tale of how Drax could buy a boat and make a porn film on it, dreaming up what kind of porn film it could be. Yeah, that’s his story! He was out on the island to buy Drax a boat. That’s why he didn’t come back to the apartment last night. He, of course, would have first gotten Drax’s okay, naturally, it was his money after all. Manetti was just being an entrepreneur. He’d been scouting out possibilities, locations. Yeah, Skippy and the Pirate—just a concept, he stressed—was the type of film Drax could shoot. “Okay,” Manetti capitulated to Tobias, “maybe not sell Skippy as a sex slave if that bothers you.” Roger suggested that Skippy in the House of Whores, might be an interesting sequel. Boris chortled at that. “I feel betrayed!” Tobias was unrelenting. “What a sick, twisted little mind you have, Michael Manetti. You don’t do that to the main character. Not if you cared…” “Tobias, stop,” Boris interrupted the man’s rant. “Mother, get her smelling salts. She’s about to faint. Tobias, bubbe. When was the last time you actually cared about a character in a porn film? I’ll tell you when. Never. The kind of collections I have at home?” He held up a wagging finger. “Not one redeemable character. Quite the opposite, in fact. I’ll tell you one thing: I don’t watch porn for plots. Climaxes yes, plots no.” “In our line of work,” Roger injected, “it’s actually refreshing to see someone get used by scores of men for no particular reason. It counteracts the savagery that comes to us regularly from the city’s morgue.” Both morticians nodded gravely. “You can’t begin to imagine the real horror people inflict on each other.” That actually got an eyebrow raise from Drax. Tobias still had a fisheye trained on Manetti. “What?” Manetti barked. It was Manetti’s turn to feign hurt. (Secretly he felt relieved his story caused so much vexation. Perhaps it was enough to distract Drax and ward off suspicion—that he’d cooked up a story convincing enough, that buying Drax a boat for a porn shoot was potentially plausible. It could happen, he reasoned.) “It’s just a stupid story, Tobias, enough to get you from one fuck scene to the next.” “But just look at Chris,” Tobias said pointing to the boy. They all looked at Chris whose dick was so hard it was purple. “You’ve totally corrupted him with your lurid tales. And the only character that might have any redeeming quality you heartlessly sell as a junky for life. Unconscionable.” Manetti saw the kid was definitely in a state. “You know I’m just pulling shit out of my ass, don’t ya kid?” Admittedly he was a little shock the kid sported such a big hardon from a pretty tawdry story. “I thought the pirate was going to make him part of his crew,” Chris said almost wounded. Regarding Manetti through his thick coke-bottle glasses, Mitchel agreed, “Yes, Michael, that would make a better ending. If you’ll allow me to get a little Freudian, dear, a bit of your subconscious is showing.” Manetti quickly looked away. “If Skippy is Chris, and the pirate is a stand-in for you, I think your ending betrays a conflicted moral compass. Do you want to corrupt or are you seeking to redeem?” Manetti refused to meet his gaze. “I’m Skippy?” Chris asked startled. “Okay, okay. The pirate makes Skippy part of the crew, in fact, he made him his cabin boy. Satisfied?” Manetti said exasperatedly. “No, Chris, you’re not Skippy. Mitchel’s the one now pulling shit out of his ass.” Roger turned to Boris. “Mmm, the pirate and the cabin boy. Very Treasure Island.” “Treasure Island equals awesome,” Chris squeeled to the morticians, “Mike, you’d be a great Long John Silver.” “I’d say,” mumbled Roger. Tobias just shook his head in dismay. “I know it only two o’clock but I’m parched. Anyone else care for a cocktail,” Tobias asked the room. “Sweetheart?” he asked Mitchel. “School night, Pumpkin. We need to get back. I have papers to grade.” Mitchel spotted Crusher wheeling his suitcase through the courtyard. “A short one,” Boris said, looking at Roger. “Make it two, but if you have any plastic cups from the party, let’s use those. We need to be going.” Tobias swept out of the room. “So,” Mitchel said, getting off the couch, passing Drax with a wary eye. He unlocked the sliding door, and instantly a cool Atlantic breeze floated in. “Alastair von Ingerschleben. Where did that come from?” he asked Manetti in passing. “Crusher, bring me the franchise papers to look over this week,” he yelled. “Will do. Thanks Mitch. Great party. Kisses to the Misses,” called Crusher, wheeling his suitcase over the coy pond bridge. Mitchel didn’t like Drax in his house, but he was amused by Michael’s improvised story. The cool breeze brought a briny smell of the sea with it. Wallace rose, his tail wagging, sniffing the salty air. “Alastair Inge was this snooty kid on my high school wrestling team,” Manetti said, shrugging his shoulders. “Never liked him.” “Although apparently you remember many details about him,” Mitchel teased. He sat back on the couch and lit a lilac scented candle on the coffee table. The closed room, or perhaps it was Drax’s mere presence, left an unpleasant, lingering odor. Manetti wasn’t sure how or if Drax was buying any of this, so he tested the waters. “So you see, Master Drax, I was telling these guy you wanted to buy a boat to make an outdoor porn film.” “And why on earth would I ever want to do that,” Drax laughed. He got up waving the candle scent away from him, and roamed around the room. He examined objects on the display case—a fine china vase, a few first edition books—finally landing his hand on top of Chris’ blond head. “How was your night, Christian? Did you and Michael have fun at the party?” “Yes, we did, Master Drax,” Chris said. “There were all these fireflies, but they should really be called fire-beetles, ‘cause they’re beetles and not flies at all. And they wiggle their butts to attract mates. And that’s what I did all night. I attracted lots of mates with my butt.” Drax chuckled. “I’m sure you did, child,” Drax said as he regarded Manetti. “The things he’s learned since he’s been with you, Michael. What clever, clever boys I have,” he snickered darkly. Drax’s mirthless laugh had a chilling effect on the room. Although Chris seemed oblivious, the morticians and Mitchel stiffened as they sat. Manetti guarded his emotions, still trying to assess where he stood with Drax. Drax said to Mitchel, with insipid friendliness, “We’ve been sitting here for so long listening to Michael’s tall tale of boats and pirates, we never got around to proper introductions. I don’t know these dapper gentlemen, but something about them tells me I should like to know them better. Would you be so kind, Professor, as to make the introductions?” Mitchel looked like he had something foul in his mouth, but he introduced Boris and Roger, nevertheless. Tobias came back with three gin and tonics for himself and his two guests in red plastic cups. “And who is this fine strapping lad?” Drax inquired after the Great Dane. He placed a hand on the dog’s face. The animal slapped his tail against the sliding glass window several times. “That’s our Wallace,” Roger admitted proudly. Boris fidgeted uncomfortably. Drax watched both men curiously. “Mr. Drax, can I offer you coffee, or a cocktail perhaps?” Tobias offered. “So kind of you, Mr. Glass, but no. I’m still trying to understand why Michael and Christian are out here and not back home in New York where they were supposed to be after…” “We had invited Michael,” Mitchel interrupted. “Our special guests of the night and he brought Chris along with him.” “Yes,” Tobias picked up from Mitchel, “for our Towel Party. You are familiar with our annual event, certainly.” “Most certainly. Legendary, I believe. I had hoped some of it was still going on. I had Jamal pack the camera just in case. You can imagine my disappointment that all the guests had departed. Still, maybe we can improvise something. It’s true, gentlemen. No one wants porn to have stories, especially stories with silly names, and pirates and boats. No, what we want is nameless men to simply fuck and be fucked, or fist, or jerk off, suck, pee, tie each other up, beat each other with whips, and do the most astonishing things to one another. To just come into a room, a room like this one, and show us something we want to see. Perhaps shock us by showing something we’ve always wanted to do, or, at the very least, wanted to witness. The only satisfying ending in porn, Michael, is a happy ending—someone or everyone needs to cum. That’s all one needs to get to the credits. Let me demonstrate.” Drax leaned over as an aside to the morticians, “Knowing our boy, this won’t take long.” The morticians snickered. “No plot, simply a naked boy with an erection, gentlemen. Observe. Christian?” he said, while pointing to Jamal to get the camera ready. “I wonder if you would show us what so many men have done to you lately. Maybe start by sitting on my fist. Just frame him, Jamal, and my hand. I’m sure, Christian, our guests would like a little entertainment. No plot, gentlemen. Just spectacle.” Jamal had the camera rolling. Christian rose fingering his butt, but Mitchel quickly stood up and put a hand on the boy’s shoulder. “Our guests, Mister Drax, would not like a little entertainment. While our debauchery knows no bounds—we have, after all, our house filled with it last night—but let me point out first, I have no wish for our compound to be the setting for one of your little films. Second, I don’t appreciate a lecture on lechery. I grant you none of us knows the subject better than you, but spare us such a crass demonstration of licentiousness using this young boy simply to prove your capacity to corrupt. You, sir, are corruption—we’ve never had a doubt about that.” Mitchel looked at the two mortician’s who had been leaning in, ready for a show, but now looked despondent. “Sir,” Mitchel said to Drax, “during the time it takes us to escort our guests back to their boat, I would very much appreciate if you wrap up your business with Michael, quickly, and be gone before we get return. Chris, it was an honor and privilege to have you with us. Michael, please call me and we’ll have lunch. There are some outstanding issues that need to be resolved. Gentlemen, Wallace, Sweetheart, after you.” With that Mitchel opened the door for the disappointed mortician’s, their dog, and Tobias who had his hand lovingly over his heart. Tobias stopped at the sliding door and planted a kiss on his husband. Drax said nothing, showed no emotion, but his face was red with fury. “Of course, Professor. We shall be done momentarily, and will leave, all of us, and remove ourselves from your premises.” “Thank you. Mister Drax,” replied Mitchel. He slid the screen door behind him. “Jamal, put away the camera.” Drax was seething, but remained wooden. He stood next to the display case and with one finger pushed a blue and white porcelain vase off its shelf, which Manetti leapt to catch before it hit the floor. “It would be a pity if a candle fell and lit this rug and the entire complex on fire!” Drax shouted the last word, then immediately caught himself. “What do you think, Michael? Should I set things right now or at a more suitable hour?” Manetti pushed the vase back against the wall. “I think if you did anything Mitchel would sue the shit out of you, honestly, if there were even one singe on his carpet,” Manetti replied. “He doesn’t practice, but he’s still on the board of his old firm and well connected.” “He could sue, yes, possibly, unless some accident befell him,” Drax countered. “An ex-con, say, that still held a grudge, a student he flunked who sought revenge, even a random homeless derelict could accosted him on his way home from a late night class. A shiv on a darkened street…” “Alright, enough!” Manetti growled, the first time he ever stood up in all the years he’d known Drax. Drax gave Manetti an ice cold stare. Manetti knew he crossed a line, maybe his second for not coming back to the apartment last night. “Forget about it, Master Drax, let’s just leave. I have your money, and it’s even more than you thought.” He felt—he hoped—the news might deflect him. “How much more?” “Chris, go get it,” Manetti said. “It turns out Chris found two…” “Two hundred thousand dollars in the vent, Master Drax!” he exclaimed, jumping up as if he couldn’t contain himself. “I put the money in my gym bag like you told me to, and hid it before the party.” “Two hundred, you say?” Drax asked surprised. He forgot Mitchel’s rudeness for the moment. Between the money and watching the boy jump up and down so excitedly, pulling on his delightfully semi-erect penis, it put Drax in a better humor. “Go. Fetch it, child,” he said, waving his hand. He watched Chris scampered out the door, jump off the deck, and disappear underneath the cabana. Chris quickly located his green bag. He took out almost all the packets of wrapped hundred dollar bills, each packet ten thousand, and left twenty of them in the gym bag. He dug a big hole in the sand and pushed all the money he’d poached in it. He spied a big palm frond lying under the deck. He grabbed it and laid it over the one million eight hundred thousand dollars, and then pushed the sand back to bury the loot. He smiled seeing as how he now was the pirate with his own buried treasure. He took a stick and marked it with a big X. He scurried from under the cabana, ran over and promptly placed his gym bag with its two hundred grand into Drax’s outstretched hands. Drax couldn’t be more pleased. Nor could Manetti.

A couple of stills from my time at TransMaleErotica -- both me as the cis top with two different young men.

Bathhouses and their dark rooms/spaces and gloryholes certainly ROCK with me!!! So much sensual barebacking sex can be experienced in them!!

In my country upbringing, guys fucking guys happened at bonfires when both were drunk, or camping when guys were drunk, or any setting with only guys and alcohol. Lol. Always bareback, but no kissing. In my 20's I had a girlfriend, and her dad was a career fireman. Gruffest man I ever met. After a birthday party at their place, with both of us drunk, he basically grabbed my hair (I still had it then) opened his robe, and fucked my mouth. A few days later he fucked me raw and jerked me off after. From then on he went out of his way for it to be just us, sending the girls on errands, etc. He really wanted me to marry his daughter, and give him grandkids. Weird I know, but I seriously considered it as I loved the way he fucked me, but I ended up not being able to commit to a pussy for my main sex. But anyways, my point being NO one in my circle used rubbers ever, and I grew to love sowing my seed in a hairy ass, as well as taking it in my own.

bareback is the way sex and fucking are meant to be the question would be "why start using a condom?"

Thanks for the comments. Hope you enjoy the rest of it too. -------------- Part 2 - Travel time The next one and a half weeks flew by. The apartment suddenly had the same energy that it used to have. The two of them were joking and groping each other like when they had first met. The sex between Mark and Eric was non-stop. There were long fuck sessions in the evening until they passed out along with the occasional morning breeding. Eric was getting numerous doses of poz cum and his ass was constantly sore. At one point Mark asked Eric if it was okay to bring a couple other poz guys over to help make sure he got knocked up, but Eric insisted that he wanted only one person to be the one that charged him up and that was Mark. The night before Mark was to fly out to visit his brother, he started packing his suitcase. He laid out a few things and before he could get too far, Eric was behind him, naked. Eric started to undress Mark, playfully biting his neck and rubbing his body. Soon they were both on the bed naked and Eric really started to take over. He needed to fuck for a change since he had been bottoming all the time since he told Mark he wanted to convert. Eric quickly had Mark sucking his hard cock and before too long was fucking Mark’s face. He knew his shorter dick wouldn’t gag Mark and decided that once he was poz he would get his cock pierced like Mark’s. Once his cock was covered in spit he climbed between Mark’s legs and teased his hole to get it ready. A bit of tongue, some fingers, and finally cock played with Mark’s fuck hole until he started to push in slow and steady. As the head finally made it past the ring, Eric moved to fuck Mark harder and harder. He was so horned up from not fucking that it didn’t take long before he got to the point of no return. As his balls and cock throbbed, he told Mark “I’m not sure whether this load is neg or poz but its going inside you. NOW," burying his cock deep in Mark’s hole as the rush of cum shoot inside. The orgasm was one of the most intense that he had ever had. Eric looked down at Mark and saw a big huge grin on his face. Both of them had enjoyed this quick reversal of roles but now it was time for Eric’s dose of toxic seed. Mark flipped Eric over and drove his cock in hard. He had been dripping precum the entire time Eric had been fucking him and the precum lubed up Eric’s hole very fast. Mark was sure that there was no real need to breed Eric again, he was probably already infected but with the spark back in their relationship he didn’t want to derail it again. Mark decided that tonight’s fuck would be more sensuous than the previous week’s sex had been. Firm and hard, but still more akin to making love. He was going to be gone for several days and wanted tonight to be more than just a fuck to poz Eric up. They fucked for over two hours, during which Mark came in Eric three times, to the point his balls ached. Eric fucked Mark again and gave Mark an additional two loads, so the score was even at three loads each. They then collapsed, falling into a deep sleep. Mark got up early Thursday morning and finished packing. He knew he overpacked for just a few days trip, but he made sure there was plenty if lube and poppers in his bag. At the last minute he grabbed a dildo, a plug, some ropes and a blindfold and dumped them in the bag. Any drugs he wanted while he was back in the Midwest he could score on campus. Maybe even from the same guys he used to buy from, he laughed. He grabbed a Uber to the airport and checked his suitcase, chuckling at what the TSA might see when x-raying his bag. There were no direct flights so he had his tablet to watch some videos on the plane and during his three hour layover. The first flight went smoothly and they even landed early. No screaming kids, no obnoxious people in his row, just a bunch of business travelers. He grabbed a good nap since he was still tired from the night before. Getting off the plane he grabbed a large coffee, found his next gate and sat down for a long wait. After catching up on email and news it was time to recycle all the coffee he had drunk. Packing his backpack up, he wandered down the concourse and found the mens room. Walking in he checked out the guys at the urinals as he always did. Not a lot of guys were there and most didn’t interest him but there was one guy that caught his attention. Taller than Mark by a few inches and a body muscled up from working, not working out, his hair buzzed short and the scruff on his face about the same length. The guy made Mark’s cock and ass twitch. He walked up to the urinal to the left of the stud and pulled out his cock to start to piss. With his backpack slung over one arm, Mark wasn’t standing up straight and as he pulled his cock out the PA clanked against the porcelain urinal and caused him to jolt to the left a bit. He heard the guy next to him chuckle and mutter “nice” somewhat sarcastically. As he was finishing up emptying his bladder, the guy brushed against him and gave a nod towards the stalls. Mark knew he had at least an hour to kill so he shook his cock dry and stuffed it back in his jeans and zipped up. Looking around he didn’t see anyone else watching so he followed the stud back around the corner where there were a few stalls by themselves, all empty. After a second check to see if anyone was watching, he followed the guy into the first stall. Mark quickly put his backpack down next to the toilet and as he looked up the guy grabbed his head and held it tight, roughly kissing him and groping his ass. The stud’s strong hand slipped down the back of his jeans and a finger ran between his ass cheeks and into his hole. A moment later Mark found himself pushed down to the toilet seat. Looking up he saw the guy motion with his finger to his mouth to be quiet. Mark chuckled quietly to himself, having fucked many times in public toilets he knew the drill. He reached up and unbuttoned the stud's jeans and fished out the guy’s cock. Soft it was six inches and even thicker than Mark’s with a large PA like his own except for the pointy conical ends to the circular barbell ring instead of the balls Mark had on his. Mark eagerly sucked the cock into his mouth, his tongue wrapping around the piercing and the head as he took more of the cock into his mouth tasting the piss and some precum. Knowing he had to work quickly, he bobbed on the cock covering it with as much spit as possible. The stud’s cock kept growing and filled his mouth. The stud then gave a few quick jabs with his cock into his throat. With the PA scraping his throat raw, Mark thought 'Damn, this thing is gonna destroy my ass if he fucks me'. No sooner than he finished his thought, the guy pulled his cock out of Mark’s mouth and grabbed his arms, pulling him up and spinning him around in one move. Mark knew what was coming and unzipped his jeans and pulled them down with his underwear. He spread his legs and bent forward, bracing himself on the toilet. Mark felt a few spit covered fingers circle his fuck hole before they plunged in stretching Mark open. A few seconds later Mark felt the PA against his pucker and readied himself for the cock that was about to fuck him. He felt the pressure and tried to relax as the monster cock invaded his hole. Mark was used to big cocks and fists in his hole, but this was so sudden that he couldn’t prepare for the pain. As much as he wanted to scream out, he knew he couldn’t make any noise. The stud just kept pushing until all nine inches of cock was inside Mark, scraping, stretching and tearing its way inside. The guy gave Mark a few moments to adjust before he started fucking him with long, slow, hard thrusts. Each thrust seemed to get more brutal than the last. The fucking only lasted a few minutes but it seemed like an hour to Mark. Finally the stud pulled Mark up to his chest and buried his cock deep inside Mark’s ass. Mark could feel the pulses in his ass ring as the guy pumped his load inside Mark’s destroyed man cunt. As the guy’s orgasm faded he whispered in Mark’s ear “That load is going to be with you forever. Enjoy it.” Slowly the stud pulled his cock from Mark’s ass and spun him around forcing him back on the toilet. Mark knew what he was expected to do and began cleaning the cock in front of him. He could taste the blood and some very nasty tasting cum. Once the stud was satisfied he pulled his cock back and stuffed it back in his jeans. The stud slapped Mark’s face lightly and quietly muttered “Thanks, fucker” and squeezed out of the stall. Mark locked the door and took a few minutes to come down from the post fuck rush. He grabbed a wad of toilet paper and made up a makeshift tampon and stuffed it up his ass to keep the cum and blood soaking through his jeans on the next flight. When he stood up, his legs were still shaking and he realized he never had a chance to get off himself. Looking at his phone he realized he had to get back to the gate so he wouldn’t miss his flight. Once on the plane he was happy that he was the only person in his row on that side of the airplane since he knew anyone close could smell the cum. During the flight he replayed the whole fuck session over and over with his cock rock hard most of the time. 'What exactly did he mean by the load would be with him forever', he thought. Definitely at least HIV, but was it an untreatable strain? What other STDs had no cure or treatment? It was a rough flight and the plane bounced through the air the whole time. Mark’s ass ached from the pounding he had taken and each time the plane bounced he got a stinging reminder, but it was a feeling he enjoyed. Soon the plane was landing and Mark was hoping his emergency tampon had worked and there wouldn’t be a spot on his jeans. Just in case, Mark waited until he was the last passenger on the plane and got off. As he was getting off the plane the male flight attendant at the door smirked at him and said rather effeminately “Hope your evening is as good as the rest of the day.” Fuck, was the smell that obvious? Finding a bathroom, Mark went to a stall to swap out the tampon for a new one, finding it was easier to shit it out than to try and take it out with his fingers since the blood and cum had dissolved most of it. Inserting the new one, he stood and checked the toilet. The huge toxic load the guy gave him was there, all dark pink. He took a piss and flushed the toilet, washed his hands and headed off to get his suitcase from baggage claim. After getting his bag, he hopped on the car rental shuttle and took the ride to get his car. It seemed like the driver was aiming at every pothole he could find and each jolt sent a shockwave through Mark’s body. Once he got to the car rental office he went inside. Thankfully there was no line and a young guy was the only worker at the counter.

Very much agree with Shinelover. I am all about my ass and I mean totally obsessed. I suck cock as a means of making the guy hard, lubing his cock and preparing his libido to go into overdrive so he fucks the living daylights out of my ass and breeds my hole to boot. Why waste time sucking his pole when he can work my slick cumshute and breed my hole as nature intended for me. Don't get me wrong: I love the taste and feel of a mouthful of cum. Again, it just makes me want to be flipped over and fucked bare and hard until I am deeply splattered with his baby batter. That is my purpose in life.

There is a scene with Dawson, I think from his 20 Loads video. He is at IML, gets fucked in the stairwell by one guy. Another guy randomly walks in on the scene, hairy muscled stud named Vinny. Both breed him with no pulling out, definitely one of my all time favorite scenes.