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Hi guys… apologies for the delay. I kind of wrote myself into a corner with this one and I have tried to salvage it with this chapter. Writer’s block is a cunt of a thing! I hope you enjoy part 5… hopefully the creative juices are flowing again! Part 5: My senses were in overdrive. I had a metallic taste in my mouth and I coughed repeatedly. My ears were ringing. I heard activity around me but I was unsure what was going on. I was still sweating but my body temperature had been tempered by the cold water. I heard and felt clippers as they were run over my head and then my body, cock, balls and arse. Then, I felt something cool being applied to my torso and realised that I was being shaved down. I find shaving such a turn on as it is the ultimate in power exchange (apart from piercings and tattoos.) I felt a small prick in my cock and realised that I was being given Caverject or Tri-Mix. It seemed like an impossibly big dose of that was being given to me. I was then led to a sling and strapped in. My head was lower than my arse and my head, while supported, was hanging over the edge of the sling. I felt a cock nudge at my mouth and I gladly opened to accept the cock. Simultaneously, I felt a cock nudge at my hole. As the dick in my mouth grew to its full hardness, i felt the guy push further and further down my throat. I felt my air supply cut off and my gag reflex kicked in. As I choked on the huge member raping my throat, the dick at my hole started to push its way in. It was not going in easily and I realised that (a) it was huge and (b) they were not using lube. I tried to concentrate on relaxing my hole but the throat rape that I was receiving was making it impossible to do so. The cock on my throat withdrew slightly and I took a couple of heaving breaths. As it shoved its way back down my throat and I started to choke again, the dick at my hole shoved in balls deep in one massive thrust. I screamed around the cock in my mouth and felt myself break out in a fresh lather of sweat. I felt the cool of lube being applied (too late, fuckers) to my hole and the dick started its assault on my arse. Periodically, the cock assaulting my throat would withdraw and a popper soaked rag would be placed against my nose and mouth. As I heaved for breath, I could feel the poppers affecting me. My head was swimming and I was till rushing from the drugs that had been pumped into my system. I was moaning as the fucking got more intense and more insistent. With a roar the owner of the dick slammed back into my hole and I felt the warm, moist sensation of what must have been a huge load being pumped into my guts. At more or less the same time, the dick in my mouth slammed all the way down my throat and unloaded directly into my stomach. Both cocks were withdrawn simultaneously and I felt a wet tongue slurping on my hole. I love being rimmed and the tongue probing my chute was an expert at it. I felt hands grasp my hard dick which was slick with precum. A dick slapped against my lips and I tasted arse and some blood as it was inserted into my mouth “Clean me off you filthy bitch” said the voice and I realised I was cleaning off the dick that had just unloaded in my arse. As he withdrew with a satisfied sigh, I heard a voice, “Open up, cunt,” and the load that had just been fetched from my arse was spat out into my mouth. This was pressing all my buttons. Another popper soaked rag was placed over my nose and mouth and the next dick started to ease into my hole. This dude was also hung and I could feel my hole stretch to accommodate his throbbing member. I heard, “His mouth is empty, fellas,” and felt the next dick assault my throat. As the cock forced its way down my throat, I could smell the musky scent of unwashed cock and balls. Whoever this guy was, he was a filthy fucker. As the assault continued, all that I could smell was a pungent mix of sweat, arse, cock and balls. I felt hands pinch and tug at my nipples which is always a massive turn on for me. If my nipples are not scabbed over and bleeding by the end of a session, they have not been worked hard enough. I felt pegs being applied to my tits and I hissed around the cock in my mouth. Each time someone unloaded in my arse, the pegs would be taken off, rotated 90 degrees, and re-applied. In this way, they were not mauled and really hurt, but they were always sensitive and in the most exquisite pain. Between the assault on my nipples, and the random slaps on my torso, legs and butt, my entire body was a mass of red hand marks and welts as my tormentors continued their work. I lost count at 20 dicks in my arse but the train on my holes went for what seemed like hours. My hole was puffy and swollen, as were my lips. I felt a hand lift my head and a bottle was placed against my lips. I drank thirstily recognising Gatorade and the unmistakable bitterness of GHB. “If I pass out, carry on fucking me,” I managed to croak out between gulps of liquid. I was given another two tablets to swallow - one MDMA and a diuretic I was told. I relaxed back into the sling and felt someone releasing the restraints. I still head the blindfold on but it was soaked through - a mixture of sweat, saliva, cum, and fuck knows what else; a heady brew of depravity that was turning me on something rotten. I felt it being removed. “Keep your eyes closed, slut,” I was told. I was helped into a standing position and I felt the cloth being used to wipe me down from head to toe. Then it was tied around my head again and the rank smell of my sweat and piss assaulted my nostrils. I was led to a mattress and was restrained again. Someone grabbed my cock and lubed it up. “Pass me the catheter,” said a voice and I squirmed as a tube was inexorably forced down my piss slit. This was new for me - I had mucked around with sounds before, but this was a whole new sensation. At the same time, a pecked gag was put into my mouth. Someone fiddled around with the gag and suddenly my mouth was filled with piss. Fuck! They had attached my catheter to my pecker gag AND I had been given a diuretic! I was going to drinking a huge amount of piss! “Rest up, the night is only just beginning,” I heard and the crowd faded away.

I could smell the unmistakable odour of man sweat as I let myself back into Jake's place and as soon as I was through the door I could hear muffled thuds and words coming from his room. I stood in the open door, Ray was on the bed, taking up most of the space to be honest, his massive bulk working up and down. Jake's little body had to be under there somewhere but it was hard to see. Ray had his legs between the kid's, prying them apart, but such was the size of his thighs and calves, they pretty much obscured Jake's stick thin pins. My rock hard cock was in my hands watching this incredible sight, wishing I was the size of Ray, just for tonight I watched as the mountain of a man worked his arm under his chest, briefly glimpsing Jake as the arm threaded round his neck. The fucking intensified, shaking the whole room and I heard Ray grunt out: "gonna break your scrawny neck you dumb little fuck". I was dripping pre-cum, willing Ray on, wondering how far he would really go. His arm tensed up: "so close now Jake...time to end you". Shit! he really was serious. I'd heard rumours about something he'd done in the past but it looked like he intended to go all the way tonight. my cock twitched and my mind raced. My DNA was all over the place - in fact, it was swimming through Jake's bloodstream and was itself pretty close to completing the task that Ray had now appeared to set himself, albeit in a much less violent way. I didn't want to get the blame for his work and I didn't want him to steal my property. Ray was lifting his chest, bending Jake under him and he tensed tighter. I could see Jake's body shaking as Ray's perineum began to flex, pumping his liquid death into Jake's ruined interior. I had to stop this. "Get the fuck off him Ray!!", I shouted, grabbing the chub by his shoulder and forcing him to drop his prey. He looked round at me, recognising my face from previous encounters and knowing that I stood a good chance of kicking his arse. He'd already had his fun anyway, and his brain quickly calculated that it was time to leave. Jake's guts released their hold on his softening cock far more easily than Ray's sweaty body let go of it's prey, Jake peeling slowly away from him as he stood, quickly grabbing his speedos and heading out to the living room to pull on his joggers. Jake lay on the bed, breathing shallowly but moving very little, his hole a dark glistening "O" slowly contracting and expanding but never closing. I couldn't believe how close Ray had come to ending my little project. I shucked off my t shirt, straddled his bony frame and dipped my cock into him, careful not to place any weight on him. My cock was instantly enveloped in a warm soup of toxicity and I quickly added my perfect DNA to its mass, staying inside and stirring the broth after I'd reclaimed my boy. The liquid sloshing around me soon tipped my bladder reaction over the edge....mmmm...why the fuck not? I thought as I pissed inside my property.

This, exactly. It's why I hate the term "BBC" - often used as a shortcut to refer to the entire man. "A BBC came over yesterday and bred my hole". I always want to ask if it rolled itself the entire way or did someone put it in an Uber for delivery to you.

Part 1 - The Meal Ticket Walking along the road in Knightsbridge it was already late in the evening and Conrad was a little lost trying to find the way back to his aunt's house. He often stayed up here during the summer holidays and visited with his cousin every evening who lived a thirty minute walk away to play on his xbox. Conrad was in London for two weeks and was taking the time to figure out how he would pay next terms fees and crucially the exams. Struggling to make ends meet he liked to be independent unlike his twin brother Charlie who was happy to visit the bank of mum and dad frequently, doing that have to be his last resort and would insist on paying them back not matter how long it took. Putting himself through college studying horticulture he never imagined the series of events that would unfold from this time of need. Somethings never crossed his mind like taking drugs or having sex with another man, Conrad was as straight as they come. At 20 years old he was average at best coming in at five foot nine inches tall, a swimmers build that lacked any sign of chest hair, just like his twin. The resemblance didn't stop there they both looked the same and that is to say ordinary, not head turners by any means and during school they constantly had a stream of girlfriends. Both of them had a weird strawberry blond colour hair and Conrad had brown eyes whereas Charlie had blue eyes that sparkled. To know them you knew that was the only subtle difference. Conrad began to recognise the shops and rowdy bars knowing he was only 10 minutes from the house. There were numerous young guys of all sorts standing outside one of the bars, some with shirts on others didn't and were showing off their muscular bodies like peacocks strutting around trying to find a mate. Conrad knew this was one of the gay bars and closing time was approaching and it amused him how some of the patrons now desperately searched for a fuck. It was one of several gay bars along this stretch of road and frankly it had never bothered him in the past, what did though was the limousine that drove slowly along behind him making him feel on edge. He could only assume it was slowing to deposit the passenger at the gay bar. Conrad could smell the cologne mixed with sweat the closer he got to the bar. Humid air still lingered after what had been a scorching day, they even had to stop play at Wimbledon for a few hours. Wearing only shorts and trainers Conrad had taken this t-shirt off for the walk back realising he looked just like one of the gays standing outside the bar that were leaning up against the wall. Some of the guys were chatting, others smoking but all watching diligently at any car that slowed down. The limousine had now slowed down and crawling along allowing Conrad to get further ahead of it. He thought the behaviour of the guys was strange at first then chuckled to himself wondering if they were escorts trying to pick up business.et further away from it, figuring that the guys leaning against the wall outside the bar were touting for business. Sure enough a car pulled in front of the limousine and one guy walked over to the car, after a few seconds of discussion he got in and the car pulled away. He just couldn't believe it was going on right in front of his eyes the noticed that several of the guys spotted the limousine and began moving edging closer to the curb of the pavement, in doing so they effectively blocked Conrad from passing easily. Dodging around the back of them and nearly crashing in to one that was moving forward. "Out of my way" he abruptly said to Conrad then looking at him up and down. Conrad looked shocked "I am just trying to get past" he replied annoyingly skirting around the back of him. Another guy spoke to the one he had the interaction with "Fucking straights always in the way". The guy laughed "Cute though" he replied. "Your just a slut like me Harry" the other guy replied moving right on the curb side. Stupidly Conrad looked over his shoulder whilst walking and saw the limousine slowly moving past the guys then it sped up a little and moved ahead of him stopping about 30 meters in front. You could hear the disgruntled moans from the guys who all moved back to the wall still looking at the limousine. Conrad heard the guys name Harry being called and he looking at Conrad and briefly made eye contact. When Conrad turned to carrying on walking a tall Arabic gentleman exited the limousine, jet black hair with greying sides and a black beard, he was solidly built and around late 40's possibly in his 50's and walking towards Conrad and spoke to him. "Do you have the time?" he asked in his heavy Arabic accent. Conrad looked at the man's wrist and gold rolex "You have a watch" he replied looking confused. He looked impatiently at Conrad "Do you have the time?" he asked again. Conrad realised what he was asking "Oh god no, I am not one of those" he replied nodding over his shoulder. "So you gay for pay?" he now asked "30 minutes for me to fuck you". "Are you serious?" Conrad replied shocked at how he continued to proposition him "I am not gay". He smirked "Even better" he said hinting to follow "£500 to fuck you". Conrad stood there rooted to the spot, had he really just been offered that much money to get fucked even though he had told the guy he was straight. Some bizarre decision had happened in his head from the lure of money that made his feet move following him. Was he really going to get in to the guys vehicle with no real idea of why? Conrad couldn't understand why his feet kept moving, the desperation for money was the contributing factor. Conrad felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up figuratively speaking and he glanced behind noticing several stares he was getting from the guys watching him, there was no mistake the looks were not happy ones. He held the door open and Conrad looked at it for a moment then at the man, he showed no friendly expression on his face and was more a business deal look nothing more. His body trembling a little at this bad idea but he still stepped inside sliding over the spacious seating, the leather smell instantly assaulting his senses along with cigar smoke. The strangeness in the way you could not see the driver through the blacked out partition window that was raised cutting them off from them. How bad can it be Conrad thought to himself watching the Arabic man climb in and the door closing like magic behind him. The limousine pulled away and he looked at Conrad for a moment. "Take your shorts down and lean over the back of the seat" he said in a just do it kind of way. Conrad embarrassingly pulled his shorts and underwear down and nervously leaned over the back of the seat "Like this?" he was asking to make sure. He said nothing taking his shirt off revealing a dark hairy chest and a very solid build, hanging the shirt up neatly on the coat hanger with his tie, he now undid his trousers revealing a bulge that looked enormous. Oh shit Conrad said out loud now concerned about what he had let himself in for knowing this was going to hurt. Conrad didn't even have time to think or back out feeling the body weight of the man leaning heavily down on his back the coarse hair on his chest making his back itch. He felt one arm laying over his neck holding him down in place, his other hand positioning his cock. Conrad let out a gurgling scream feeling his ass being pushed open abruptly taking the head of his cock inside he was almost sure he heard his ass tearing open, it burned like hell and the pain was excruciating. Conrad was gasping for breath his entire body engulfed by a pain that intensified the deeper he pushed his cock in, the thick shaft expanding his ass open wider. The agony and pain he felt left him unable to breath properly and he blacked out momentarily his eyes watering. Conrad snorted and snapped his eyes open crying out again in agony feeling his body and soul being crushed and destroyed by this man's cock. Wishing it would end so he could get his money and run, he suddenly felt a the sensation of he mans thick bush of pubes burying up against his hole. Getting a momentary relief from the pain only to become aware of the free arm circling around his waist ignoring his own cock it continued moved around like a snake until it held Conrad securely. Conrad felt completely immobilised and at the mercy of this man, the pain still burned deep in his body and gradually he felt like his ass was being pulled inside out. Each deep penetrating thrust made him cry out, unable to move his head he stared blankly out of the darkened back window in to the street lamp lit roads as they drove around west London. He was being fucked hard and steady, each thrust agonising with his calls to stop falling on deaf ears he could feel the warm breath from his benefactor who was now grunting and panting hard. Conrad let out one final loud agonising scream with the man pushing up hard, his cock sinking deeper than ever and simultaneously firing his seed in large thick gloopy streams deep in to Conrad's young body, electrifying jolts followed where each one seemed to penetrate him deeper. Conrad partly grunted and cried at the jolts from the man's orgasm and feeling relieved knowing this was over, even his eyes felt sore and his throat burned from the crying and screaming. Another painful long moan followed with the cock leaving his ass. He was still a little stunned at what he had done, confused, disgusted with himself and slightly dazed he heard a voice telling him to get dressed. Conrad pulled his underwear and shorts up seeing the lights from the bar appearing and the limo stopped exactly where it picked him up from. A wad of £50 notes was put in his hand and told to get out. The Arabic man grinned and lit up a cuban cigar waving Conrad away from the limousine he watched the door close and turned away in shame. He put the money in his pocket and stood looking at the brick wall in front of him. He felt dirty and degraded by his own actions stumbling towards the wall he leaned against it trying to gather his thoughts and compose himself. His ass felt like the pits of hell burning in so much pain he wanted to cry out in anger. "As gay as they come" Harry said walking up to Conrad "are you okay?" he asked. Conrad registered who it was "I'm fine" he replied standing up. Harry put his hand on Conrad's shoulder "Sure you don't need help?" he asked looking concerned. Conrad turned looking angry "Fuck off you queer" he responded shrugging Harry's hand off him. "Well fuck you" Harry replied punching Conrad in the face and walking off leaving him there. Rubbing his cheek and chin Conrad looked at Harry walking off re-joining his friends who all looked at him. It did nothing to help his self-confidence being looked down on by a bunch of gay guys in that way. Turning in the opposite direction he basically picked up where he stopped before getting in the limousine and painfully walked back to his aunt's house. He slept badly unable to get comfortable, every time he turned on to his left side he saw the pile of £50 notes on the bedside table. Unsure if the degradation and pain was worth it and to top it all he also now had to contend with a lightly bruised jaw from being punched. He couldn't ever remember calling someone queer like that since he had a school friend who turned out gay, then there was the man called Simon owner and occupier of Hibiscus Manor and Jack the gardener. Conrad was probably the only person in Hibiscus Drive who knew Jack was gay. By morning he woke managing to get a few hours sleep, his aunt went off to work and Conrad went to the bathroom. Sitting down he winced at the pain still around the entrance of his ass, he lost track of time sitting there his eyes watering every time the muscles in his ass pushed. Grabbing some toilet tissue he braced himself knowing this was going to hurt and he wasn't wrong, wiping gently he then stood up and saw rusty discoloured blobs floating in the toilet water. Not one or two but multiple ribbons of it. He felt sick again thinking about last night having never discussed using condoms, he had let a complete stranger fuck him and cum in his ass. Wallowing in self pity all day he sat out in the garden watching the planes in the distance heading to Heathrow and catching some of the late afternoon tennis matches on TV being played at Wimbledon. The pain in his ass had eased off although it was still agonising trying to poo he found out that evening. At least there was no more of the horrible stuff coming out of him, it was nagging at him wondering if the guy had hiv, but he did look respectable and bore a wedding ring. The following afternoon Conrad went to his cousins walking on the opposite side of the road away from the bar in case that Harry bloke was there again and didn't want to get in to any altercation with him. Stopping by the bank he deposited the money in to his account at the same time thinking about his ass and that the pain had all but gone. He spent the rest of the time with his cousin until 10pm. Heading back he walked on the same side of the road and sure enough he saw Harry standing there chatting with a guy. Harry noticed him and grinned giving him the finger. Conrad was so distracted by Harry that he didn't see the black limousine pass then do a U-turn in the road stopping a few meters in front of him. He wasn't sure at first if it was the same one until he started walking past it and the window opened and finger beckoned him over, there sat the Arabic man. He looked at Conrad and nodded "Same deal as the other night" he said smoking his cigar. Conrad saw the same guys looking at him from across the road "I'm not gay it was a mistake" he said. He laughed "You took it well and I need to fuck, get in" he said "£1k if you take like the other night". Conrad stepped back as the door magically opened "30 minutes" he said inching closer tempted by the money. "No" he replied "for as long as it takes me to be satisfied and empty my balls up your ass". Weirdly Conrad just saw the money side of it and slipped in to the seat next to him. It was gone midnight when he finally stepped out of the limousine after the Arabic man asked where he wanted dropping off. That was the extent of their conversation and his pocket was bulging with £50 notes again along with his sore ass that was even worse than the first time. True to his word it was only after the fourth time did he feel satisfied, Conrad just endured two hours of getting fucked stuck in the same position continuously, the Arab only took his cock out once he was done. And so it continued every other night he would get paid to be fucked by the same man in to the second week of his stay. Conrad was due to go home to Hampshire at the weekend and that Thursday afternoon he wandered around Knightsbridge bumping in to Harry who was dressed in public school boy uniform having finished classes for the day. Harry purposefully walked on a collision path with Conrad and every time Conrad stepped across so did Harry. The closer they got Conrad just gave up trying to avoid him. "How much have you made from Moham?" Harry asked stopping Conrad. "What?" Conrad asked looking at him "Man you still in school and whoring around?". "Shut the fuck up or I will punch you again" Harry replied smirking at Conrad. Conrad tried to pass by but Harry stopped him again "What happened to you being straight then?" Harry asked. "I am" Conrad replied looking at him unsure why he was still standing there hearing Harry laughing. "Was the money Moham offered too good to turn down?" Harry asked. Conrad blushed bright red not sure what to say "I am not gay" he said again. Harry just laughed in his face "You must be a fucking good bottom to take it from him so many times". "I am not gay" Conrad repeated to Harry "just get out of my face" he finally said having had enough. Harry cocked his head to one side "Your very sexy" he said. "I err" Conrad blushed again having never been told that by anyone "Sorry, what I said the other night". "That's okay, say it again and I will punch you harder next time" Harry replied making light of it. Conrad smiled and Harry shook his head "I have to go and do my homework, final exams coming up" he said. "Sure" Conrad replied awkwardly finding it amusing seeing an escort in school clothes. Harry walked off then turned "Meet me for a drink tomorrow evening, you know where" he said. He had to admit that Harry was one of a kind and in a way was a very attractive young and without a doubt he was flirting with him. Like himself he had copious amounts of blondish hair that made him look like a beach bum, those amazing blue eyes dazzled and he stood the same height as himself. Without knowing he was only 19 years old Harry had a pretty perfect body, not ripped but he was built for such a young person. Shaking his head Conrad was confused about meeting him and decided to sleep on it. He kept a low profile until Saturday afternoon, electing to stay in with his aunt that evening. Harry hung around the bar all of Friday evening chatting with his friends and keeping one eye on the direction he thought the guy would be walking from. By closing time Harry left the bar and walked home, it was no surprise the guy didn't turn up after all their meeting was not ideal. As difficult as it was he pinned to much on this so called straight guy but he couldn't help his feelings towards him, in truth Harry just couldn't stop thinking about him. Being an escort and finding a boyfriend was hard as most guys he met couldn't handle that part of him, even when he tried to explain that he did it for sex being a randy and very horny teenager. He was sad inside and tried to play his emotions down until he spotted the limousine and went running towards and tapped on the window. Moham lowered the window a little "What?" he asked taking a puff on his cigar. "The blond guy you had who is he?" Harry asked urgently "do you know where he lives?". Moham looked at him smiling "What's the information worth?" he asked putting the cigar back in his mouth. It was the last thing Harry wanted right now getting fucked by Moham "I just need to know where he lives". "It will cost you" Moham replied pressing a button and Harry stood back letting the door open. He sat next to Moham who looked at him and nodded down indicating for him to remove his jeans and underwear. Harry undid the zipper and the limousine pulled away. Moham put the cigar down and leaned over the back of Harry, his hand pulling his cock out that was already hard and he pushed it straight in to Harry's ass. He very rarely got to fuck Harry and liked that he was a little fighter when roughly taken, Moham loved the feel of Harry's body struggling. Harry didn't scream like the other guy he just wriggled and tired to reduce the impact by pushing his ass back. Moham had his arm secured around Harry's waist and with a steady brutal force he fucked him over and over until he shot his third load. Moahm spent fifteen minutes grinding his cock making sure Harry was properly bred before slowly he released him and sat back down doing his trousers up. The limousine stopped at the top of a road that Harry knew. "This is where I dropped him off" Moham said nodding down the road. Harry looked "So you don't know where he lives?" he now asked a little anger in his voice. The limo door opened "Down there" Moham replied lighting up his cigar "he screams when I fuck him". Harry slipped out of the limousine and the door closed immediately then drove off, he felt a pain of jealously at Moham's last remark or was it anger more importantly Moham had played him for a free fuck. He should have known since the man never spoke to guys he picked up, they just had to lean over and take it then get paid. Deciding this was a no hoper he turned to walk home even more upset than he was earlier. Saturday afternoon and Conrad headed back home for the Hampshire countryside, he had no regrets standing Harry up and didn't want the confrontation with him sensing they were complete opposites. His tuition fees well and truly covered by the £9k he made, the extra was pain money for enduring the nights he spent being driven around London taking a hammering from the Arab man. Sitting on the train out of Waterloo station he realised the thought of sex with the Arab had made him hard. Can't be he thought to himself, why would that turn me on? It was the start of his own confused emotions and state of mind questioning his own sexuality on the long journey until he reached home and the serenity of Hibiscus Drive. Sometimes your mind can hide things from you that only appear when you least expect them to. For Conrad he had subconsciously been fighting this battle for years and never even knew it.

Disclaimers: This is my first story on BZ. This story is based on an actual experience. Feel free to contribute your own ideas to help me flesh out the story - I'm not really a writer, but I felt this had to be told. Enjoy, piggies! ---------------------------------------------- Part 1 The heat of a July afternoon in the Midwest can get really intense. But I barely noticed it as I drove toward the metropolis with an anxiety in my stomach. The car sped along the highway merrily as I grew ever closer to my destination… and my destiny. Five weeks since, I decided to take a bold step. I’ve been a bugchaser for years, but I really didn’t act on those urges and try to get myself infected. They just happened as part of the ho life, and I dealt with them accordingly. I’ve had a few STDs - the usual maladies of chlamydia and gono and the like - but this time, I was chasing down a big one. Sorta. I got in touch with a friend who has been positive for many years, and undetectable. Rick is known for HIV activism in his community, including volunteering for the clinic and AIDS hospice. He ran for a leather title a few years back and his platform that won him the title was about love and acceptance of the afflicted not only in his community but worldwide. So it’s a curious thing that he agreed to do this for me. Because I can’t get bugchasing and converting out of my head, I hatched a hair-brained scheme to find out for myself what the other successful chasers were raving about. I asked Rick to pretend to poz me. “Dude, that is not okay!” was his opening response to my request. “This bug is no picnic to live with. I get it’s not a death sentence like it used to be, but this shit will fuck you up, and your hunger to get charged up will get you in trouble.” I was prepared for this. “Rick, it’s just fantasy,” I answered. “All you have to do is fuck me like the bitch that I am, and work some poz talk into the scene. I’m not asking you to come off your meds so I can live this fantasy. It’s just that. Fantasy.” Rick went silent for a while. I suddenly felt like I crossed a line. When he finally spoke again, he said calmly, “I’m gonna send you some links to websites, some information. You don’t seem to be educated on what this all involves, and if you’re serious about doing it, then you should be informed of the commitment this lifestyle requires. And believe you me, this WILL change your life in ways you can’t imagine, Steve.” “Okay, I’ll take a look at it.” “I’m serious, Steve,” he quickly said insistently. “What you’ve asked me to do is really disrespectful, and I … I really need to think about this. I admit I’m attracted to you, and after seeing your sweet hole that night at the bathhouse, I wanted to pound you into oblivion. But I don’t appreciate you asking me to violate my boundaries like that, even though I’m undetectable, and yes it’s just play, but I’m concerned you’re going to go and seek out the real thing.” True to his word, Rick emailed the information to me. I read it, and only got more turned on. This was something I *needed* to do. Personal fulfilment, Rick’s warnings be damned. Four days after this uncomfortable phone conversation, Rick shot me a text message. “Did you read it? Are you still set on a fake conversion scene?” I hesitated. I didn’t want another lecture. I just wanted to fuck, and convert, and live my new life charging up other guys. “Hi Rick. Yes, I read it,” I texted back. “And yes, I still want to do it.” I didn’t ask him a direct question, and left it for him to fill in the blank. A few minutes passed before he answered. “Okay. I’ll do it. But we are going to have a talk about this in person when you get here. If this is what you want, then I’m going to make sure you never chase again. Understood?” I practically jumped out of my seat when I read this. I didn’t think he’d actually agree to it. I didn’t want to appear over-eager, so I gave a non-committal reply. “Yes, we need to talk about it as much as you think is necessary. When should I come visit?” “Five weeks. How’s the 24th looking for you?” I checked my calendar. I had no commitments that day. “That’s fine.” “Come to the brownstone. 4pm sharp.” Our conversation ended there. As I entered Rick’s neighbourhood, a growing mood of nervousness and anxiety began to manifest itself in my environment. I parked the car a few blocks from the brownstone, and just sat there for a minute. I need to get moving. It’s nearly 4 o’clock, and if I don’t show, I won’t enjoy having to ask him for this again. I looked in the rearview mirror at myself. Something behind my eyes told me Don’t do this. My dick, however, was standing fully erect while my mind raced. Remember, you’re totally safe. He’s undetectable, you’re going to be fine. And his monster dick will make you feel good. That was all the convincing I needed. I exited the car, paid for my spot, and began the trek to the brownstone. Rick was waiting for me outside when I arrived. I could smell his fat cigar well before I actually saw him. He was seated on the patio, scrolling mindlessly through his phone while hauling hard on a cock-sized stogie. He wore a simple t-shirt over his slender, underdeveloped frame, and tight khaki shorts, and had his aviators over his eyes. While not the picture of masculinity, there was a certain sexiness about the whole look. I walked over to his table, and could see a near-empty water bottle. The wind blew gently giving us a short break from the humidity of the afternoon. “I’m here,” I cheerfully announced. Rick looked up from his phone. “Good to see you made it, Steve.” He stubbed out the half-smoked cigar, and rose from his chair. The water bottle rolled off and I bent over to catch it, and missed. I suddenly felt his hand on my ass. “Hey, we’re not doing this out here,” he said. “But thanks for the preview!” “Let’s go inside,” I said, smirking. “I’ve gotta piss so bad I can taste it.” “Dirty boy! But later!” he said with a laugh. We entered the brownstone, and Rick sidestepped so I could rush to the bathroom and relieve myself. I unzipped, and my piss poured forth in a hot, thick stream of golden yellow. I couldn’t believe how much I was holding, but I also had to remember how much water I drank on the way here. The road to the city is a long one, and combined with July heat made for a very thirsty chaser. After washing my hands, I left the bathroom and found Rick on the couch, quite comfortable. He poured a drink for each of us, and patted the seat next to him gently. The conversation was more of what we discussed on the phone, and was frequently a carbon-copy of that conversation. “This really isn’t my thing,” Rick admitted. “When I was first diagnosed, I had to think of all the guys I played with around that time. And because I didn’t know I was positive, I infected someone I really liked.” He seemed to be remembering it as if it were yesterday. “When he got sick, I felt so guilty. I locked myself in my room for days, and just couldn’t stop crying. Not for me, but for this guy. And I had the unhappy duty of telling him in person that I was the one who pozzed him. He socked me right in the nose for that, and I never saw him again. Too bad. Dave was a sweet guy.” “You don’t know what happened to him?” I asked. “Nope. He blocked me on social media, and although I looked for him at the clubs a couple times, he was just gone. It broke my heart. So I want you to know that your actions today will have consequences that will hurt others if you’re not careful.” “I am quite prepared,” I said. “You did a good job educating me on the subject, and I am making the choice that is right for me.” I wasn’t about to let him change my mind because then we might not fuck. Rick then took one of my hands, and squeezing it, he said, “Are you ready?” His tone was all seriousness, and he was letting me know that I was in control of what happened next. Doubt crossed my mind for a second. I think it was at this point when I began to feel the most nervous about it. “Yes,” I answered as fearlessly as I could. He released my hand, and exhaled loudly through his nose. Rick then looked away, giving one of his thousand-yard stares that he was known for when something that questioned his morals crossed his path. “Okay,” he said with resignation. “If this is REALLY what you want, okay. I’ll help you. But remember - you asked for it, and if you can’t handle the fantasy, you have the power to stop it.” Something about the way he said that made me wonder what kind of script he was going to follow. And my hard dick made itself known again. Rick saw the rise in my shorts. “I think I already know the answer,” he said with a smile, grabbing my growing cock. He stood up while holding on to my swelling member, and said, “Come on. Let’s do this.” I obediently followed Rick to his playroom, guided all the way by his pulling of my dick.

This is part 1 of a fictional story. It's fairly raunchy and filthy so read the tags before proceeding. Subsequent parts will be based on reader's desires so feel free to leave comments, feedbacks and your most twisted kinks that you want to read going forward in this story. Today marks three years since my life changed for the better. When you read my story going forward, you might argue if I'm truly better off. It would be a valid argument except what you wouldn't understand is that, secretly, this is exactly what I had wanted all my life and more. But I'm getting ahead of myself. August 2017 (3 years ago) My life was awesome. Back then, I was Ian Connelly, the successful CMO of one of the largest consulting firms in the world. At 35, I was rich, successful and the poster boy for American capitalism. I had played by the rules, worked my ass off and had achieved everything I had set out to do. People loved me, they wanted to be with me, they wanted to be me, they looked up to me and craved my company in their life. The other advantage of success was the constant availability of sex. Women, men, trans, queer- whatever I was in the mood for, a few phone calls and I could have someone delivered to my door. I could do what I want with little accountability and by god, did I love it. And yet, I wasn't truly happy. There was something I wanted but I was too afraid to seek it. Afraid of opening that door and stepping into a life I so desperately craved, and yet terrified of. I wanted to be pozzed. I wanted to be a slave. I wanted to be a poz slave. It had been a fantasy since my undergrad days. A desire that had translated to hours on the internet seeking porn and discussions that scratched that itch. And over the years, that fantasy got darker and more fucked up. I wanted to be pozzed by an ugly beast. A man far removed from society's notion of acceptable behavior who would take me in his arms and give me a place to kneel next to his feet. A man so disgusting, that the idea of him would make people shudder in disgust. His audacity for filth would be a natural barrier to any person and yet, he would do nothing to change the way he was. Just picturing someone like him would make my dick throb. That fantasy got worse over the years and it delved deeper into some very fucked up desires. I wanted to be blackmailed into getting pozzed. Blackmailed by such a man to be pozzed by him and be his slave or be outed as a closeted, repressed bug chaser sub. It was just a fantasy. Until it wasn't anymore. -- I had been browsing the internet for some pozzing videos in one of the popular HIV forums. My desires were clearly stated in my profile but despite countless messages from many guys over the years, I had never acted on them. I had fun chatting with guys, telling them what I wanted while I jerked off and blew my load. When I saw a message from a new user called 'Pig-Farmer', I figured it would be a fun way to get off. We exchanged pleasantries and a few body pics. His user name was apt because the man looked like a pig. I didn't see his face but he was clearly big, burly and hairy. Piercings and tattoos adorned his hairy body but what really piqued my interest was the scorpion tattoo on his neck and the biohazard symbol above his groin. I sent him photos of my naked muscled fuzzy front and back, with a clear shot of my parted ass cheeks and visible hole. He responded with a photo of his dick. Actually, it wasn't a dick. It was a weapon of mass destruction. Not very long (about 7-7.5 inches but wider than a beer can. Dark veins covered the length of his manhood and it all ended at a dark pink head with a frenum, ampallang, lorum and a PA (I know all about cock piercings). The sight of his cock made my mouth water and my ass throb. Then he sent me a pic of his ass and it made me lose my mind. It wasn't just that he had a furry, big ass (which he most certainly did), but it looked dirty. The sight of it, while revolting to most, made me swoon. Picturing myself between them, my tongue lapping at that disgusting beautiful hole was all I wanted and I wanted it bad. We exchanged a bunch of messages after that and I got the sense he didn't have this happen to him often when someone would seek his company despite seeing him in all his glory. He wasn't very chatty but he was unapologetically filthy. This was the start of a beautiful online friendship that lasted for two months. He would send me pics of his dirty cock, all slimy and cheesy, that would make my cock harden and ooze. In exchange, I would send him pics of my bubble butt. Sometimes, I'd be at work when he'd tell me to send him pics so I'd take off my trousers and send him ass pics, wearing business formals on top and showing off my hole. Eventually, I sent him pics of my face. He never asked for them but during the time I had been talking to him, a connection had been established. I trusted him but most importantly, I wanted him to know who I was. He never showed me his face and I didn't ask for it. Somehow, it made it hotter knowing that he could put up my pics online and I'd have no way of stopping him. After two months of regular conversations, he finally proposed a meeting. He sent me an address about an hour's drive away, far outside city limits and asked me to meet him there three days later. At first, I was scared. As long as it was online, there was an element of control but was I ready to meet someone knowing where it would end? I knew this was my only chance, to have what I had always wanted but I was nevertheless scared shitless. The thought kept bothering me until the day of our proposed meet. Yet, as scared as I was, I decided to go. The address was in a very isolated area. An abandoned factory was the only place around for miles and it seemed I was supposed to go inside. I walked up to the front door and tried to open it but it was locked. Confused, I was about to step out when the door opened and out stepped a big burly bouncer. "The fuck do you want?", he grumbled with a snarl. I was at a loss of words. What was this place and why was I told to come here? Where was my online friend? Did he prank me? Thoughts like these raced through my mind as I scrambled for words. Defeated, I turned around to leave when suddenly "Yo, come in. I know why you're here", the bouncer said. I was confused by his attitude but I decided to go inside. Once in, the door closed behind me and I found myself in a corridor. The bouncer asked me to follow him and we walked through the corridor until we came upon a large door. "Step in", he said pulling the huge door open. Inside, I found myself in a pub of some kind. Men of all kinds and ages were in there, drinking, conversing and enjoying themselves. I saw two guys drinking and chatting while rubbing each other's cock through the fabric of their pants. A rather large man was being aggressively kissed by a muscular dude who was squeezing the big man's hefty chub. A skinny dude was getting his nipples twisted by a silver fox, while getting his dick rubbed by another gentleman. I made my way towards the bar and ordered a beer. My friend was nowhere to be seen and I had zero clue as to why I was here. I downed my beer pretty quickly and ordered another, waiting for him to show up. Eventually, I realized I had been stood up and decided to call it a night. Suddenly, I felt my nipples being grabbed and twisted hard, making me moan. I felt a man's weight against my back with the smell of booze and man musk violating my nasal senses, while his hands worked my nipples. "I am glad you came boy." It was him! I tried turning around but he put more weight against me, preventing me from turning. I'm a strong guy, with years of weight training under my belt but this man was stronger, much stronger. "Just relax baby. Let me work those pig tits and you finish that beer." His words were like an aphrodisiac that calmed me down. I had a slight buzz going too, which might have helped in making me more suggestible and docile but I adhered to his words and kept sipping my drink while he played with my nipples. "You're hot, boy. Daddy's gonna like turning a hot guy into a real pig." His words went straight to my cock which started chubbing up quickly. He noticed it as one of his hands slipped down my body and rubbed my cock through my jeans. "Yeah, that's a nice cock. Looks like you're liking daddy's attention." "Fuck yeah daddy, feels so good." "Finish your drink and pay up. We are leaving boy," he said while withdrawing his hands from my nipples and cock. I downed my beer in one go and pulled up some cash when daddy stopped me. "No cash boy. Pay him with a card, Apple Pay or any other traceable shit like that." As weird as that instruction was, I did what he told me to. I pulled up my credit card and paid my tab. "Good boy. We are leaving now," he barked. He didn't wait for my answer as he walked towards the entrance door. I was frozen in place. The situation, as hot it was, was making me apprehensive. If I went with him, I was opening myself to something there was no coming back from. It was hot and part of me wanted it really bad but my conscious mind reigned supreme. I decided to slip out quietly without him noticing, saving myself from the situation I had put myself in. I waited for a few mins before slipping out. He was nowhere to be seen and I made a dash for my car. I had parked a little way off the road, away from anyone's sight, which gave me an advantage. Or, so I thought. "Going somewhere?" his voice boomed in the silent night, just as I was about to open the door to my car. "Mmm yeah, look, I gotta run. Something's come up at work," I stammered and opened the door of my car. "You sure boy?" his voice dropped a few octaves, turning into a slight whisper, as he started walking towards me. I was still facing my car when I felt him behind me. I was about to turn when I felt the sharp prick of something against my spine. It was a knife. The man had a knife to my back! My legs were shaking, I was sweating and breathing deep slow breaths, trying to stay calm. He stayed frozen too, his knife resting against my back, as the strong musky smell wafting off of him turned me on ever so slightly. Here I was, in a perpetual life and death situation, sporting a partial. At that moment, I felt truly fucked up as waves of both horniness and fear raced through my body. "Here's what's gonna happen boy. You are gonna leave your car here and you are going to come with me. Understood?" "Yes." I felt the knife pressing against my back harder as he leaned in closer to my ear. "Yes what boy?" "Yes...Yes sir." "Try again boy" "Yes..Daddy" "That's right boy. You're gonna love what Daddy has planned for you. All the fucked up shit you're too pussy to do by yourself, Daddy's gonna make you do it boy." He pulled the knife off my back and my body relaxed. I let out a deep breath to release my anxiety when I felt him push me against my car and push his weight against my back. "You don't have a choice anymore boy. If you think about leaving, you should know that this place is a known private club for poz men to meet. You used your card here, think what would happen if people found out." He pushed his crotch against my ass, letting it rest against my cheeks before continuing. "Besides, you wouldn't want Daddy to send all the naughty pics and texts to your contact now would you? What would they think of Ian, the closeted neg bug chasing pig trolling for poz dad dick on the internet." Hearing him blackmail me and use my fear against me made my cock throb and my body experienced a wave of pleasure that made me buckle. He put his arms around my front and held me steady, kissing my neck as he let me steady myself. "Relax boy, Daddy knows what you need piglet. You don't have to be scared of Daddy anymore because Daddy knows who you really are. What you really are." That's when I felt the sudden spurt of wetness expanding in the crotch area of my jeans. I had cum hands free, hard. Most importantly, I needed to do this. I was going to do this. I had no choice. --

is my second favourite part of giving a blowjob. My favourite part is when he cums in my mouth, and I can feel his dick start to swell up as hard and big as it can get, and then I feel the warmth spurting against my tongue ... god, that feeling is euphoric. I can't get enough of it. This morning my fuckbuddy came over for the second time in 4 days or so and he really used my throat hard. I've jerked off and came twice since he left and my cock is still hard and drooling precum... thinking about how his cock stayed big and hard for several minutes after he came, and I just kept deepthroating him. He loved it, he shoved my head down on his dick. This kind of rambled but I just wanted to share the experience... licking and sucking precum off a guy's cock, feeling his cum explode into my mouth, swallowing all of it, deep throating and sucking out every drop, licking it all up no matter where it falls... yeah. this has been a good morning. Relatable?

Now that, I kind of get. My desire for objectification (to achieve sexual fulfillment) is mainly through choice. But to have it thrust upon you simply because of your ethnicity must be a very different experience.

With respect, I think that’s rather missing the point. I like cock as much as any other man on here. I also like to know - and want to like - what it’s attached to. It is actually possible to do both if one treats others with the respect one would want in return.

the day has started well. only been up for 2 hours and already took 5 loads from 4 anonymous men. blindfolded pump n dumps in 4 different apartments in my own building. no idea what any of the men look like, there ages, status, looks, sexuality, or anything else. all 4 nice size cocks. not huge but filling. 5-10 minutes for the first 4 breedings then I got a message to go back to the first guys place so he could breed me again and this time he took about 15 minutes to breed me. all guys have fucked me a bunch of times before so they know im always easy to fuck. since it was in my own building I didn't even bother putting on a shirt or socks or shoes. just a tiny pair of girls shorts and a bottle of lube .a guy in the elevator said "you look like you're up to no good today you little tart" n grinned I just said maybe n blushed. when he got off at his floor he said "have fun"

Setting aside the casual misogyny of your question, the point here is that men of color have a specific experience of objectification in our community that doesn't acknowledge their full humanity. That distinct experience isn't invalidated by the assertion that "we all objectify each other". There is plenty of research and scholarship in this area... I find this paper's abstract quite incisive (all emphasis is mine): Listening to men of color about their lived experience and resisting any urge to minimize or negate it is a small thing, and quite literally the very least an "inclusive" gay community could be doing.

I woke in a bit of a fog, unable to be sure what exactly happened last night and what I might have dreamt about. I felt Anthony stir behind me, his arm still draped across me and his cock hardening against my lower back. My hole felt a bit sore, and also full - then I remembered it still had the plug that had been inside me all weekend, whenever a cock or tongue wasn’t. My mind trailed back to all the various places we had fucked in the past days, all the ways Anthony had gotten inside my body and also inside my head. I recalled the increasing control he seemed to be able to exert over me, and the intensity of our verbal interplay. And that’s when I sat up with a jolt, “Oh fuck!” Anthony groaned and tried to pull me back down to the bed, but I was too freaked out. “Anthony, wake up. Wake up! Last night, you said something and I just want you to tell me it was part of the role playing we were doing. Tell me it was all a fantasy we were playing with.” “I could tell you what you want to hear, but it wouldn’t be the truth.” “But...but you told me you were shooting a poz load into me. How can that be possible? You assured me you were safe!” “I answered all of your questions honestly, Joey. I assure you, I have not lied to you once since I met you.” “But you said you and your husband had been together for years!” “Correct.” “And that you hadn’t been with anyone since you broke up 6 months ago!” “Also correct.” “So how is it possible for you to have HIV?” “Joey, you only asked if I had had sex outside our marriage. And I never did. But my husband, the cheating piece of shit, did. I found out when I had some routine bloodwork done for a physical exam. When the doctor told me I was positive, I was sure it was a mistake. But after another positive test, I rushed home to tell my husband, and that’s when he confessed that he’d been slutting around behind my back for the past year, allowing people he barely knew to bareback him, and didn’t have the courage to tell me. He begged me to forgive him, but I threw him out on the spot.” “Oh my god. I just...I can’t imagine.” “Like I told you, our breakup was pretty brutal on me. I took some time to process my new reality and give myself some space. And it dawned on me that I wasn’t as powerless as I felt. If I was willing to use my new power, I could perhaps do something to move forward rather than wallow in self pity. So after 6 months, I decided I was ready to get out there and do some damage.” Gulp. “Damage?” “Joey, I first saw you at the conference earlier this week. I really enjoyed your talk, and of course since I found you handsome, I took note of the ring on your finger. And then when I saw you in the bar, and I saw your ring finger looking rather naked, I knew it was time to make my move. A sexy, intelligent man such as yourself going out all alone with no wedding ring - exactly who I was seeking. So I picked you up. I told you the truth every step of the way, hoping against hope that I could get into your hole bareback and shoot my potent seed inside another cheating husband and teach you a lesson.” “Oh my god.” “So here we are. I’ve lost count of how many loads I’ve dumped in you, and they’ve stayed in there thanks to that butt plug, seeping into your walls. You’ve had high viral load semen in your battered rectum for a day and a half. Oh, I didn’t mention that I haven’t started on meds yet. So the cum I’ve been filling you with over and over again is super toxic. And a dirty cheater like you, Joey, has earned every last bit of the treatment you’ve received. Dirty boys like you deserve exactly what you get. You said it yourself!” My head was swimming. So much to take in. Not only had I actually cheated on my husband, something I’d fantasized about for so long but been too afraid to follow through on. I had trusted someone and let him bareback me - repeatedly. And more than that, I’d allowed myself to start to develop feelings for this man - he had infiltrated my mind in such a short period of time, I lost track of what was real and what was fantasy. I just knew that even now, after hearing this devastating news, after learning that the rough and passionate fucking and load after load filling my hole could very well have already given me HIV, I still found myself enraptured by this man. Anthony said, “Judging by the erection you’re sporting, I think it’s pretty clear what you want, whether you’re willing to accept it or not. Joey, I want to fuck you again and dump another load in you. But this time, you need to tell me exactly what you want. No hiding from it. No game playing. Be honest with yourself and with me and tell me what you desire.” “I can’t believe I’ve done what I’ve done.” “I can imagine. You betrayed your husband, your vows. You let a virtual stranger fuck you bareback. You took multiple loads over the course of a couple days. You became a cheater. But you liked it, didn’t you?” “I can’t deny it. I enjoyed it. I feel like something has shifted inside me.” He pulled me down onto the bed with him. “And you want more. Just admit it. You crave more cum in your hole. You want to be fucked again by a man who fucks you better than your husband. Tell me what you want, Joey.” “I want you inside me, Anthony. I can’t explain it, but I feel empty when you’re not in me. I crave you, I desire you in a way I haven’t wanted anything in a long time.” He rolled me on to my back and shifted between my legs. “And now you know all about me. You know what you’re getting when I insert my cock into you. I need you to tell me what that is, Joey. I need you to use your words and say what’s going to happen when I put my penis inside you.” “You’re going to fuck me. And you’re going to cum inside me.” “And?” He pulled the plug out of my hole, and rubbed the head of his cock against me. I could feel his precum smearing on my stretched pucker. “And that cum is going to seep into me, and infect me. You’re going to give me HIV.” “Tell me you want me to do that, Joey. Say it.” Feeling the pressure against my hole, wanting nothing more in this moment than to be penetrated by this man, to be full of him, hardly believing when I heard the words come out of my mouth. “I want you to convert me, Anthony. I want you to fuck your disease into me until I’m HIV-positive like you are.” That was all it took for him to slide into me balls deep. Holding steady, he grinned down at me and I could feel his cock throbbing and leaking deep in my guts. One brief moment of pause flashed across my face, thinking of my husband and what I was in the process of doing. Anthony saw and grabbed the little brown bottle, uncapping it and holding it under my nose. “Breathe, Joey. Inhale the fumes and let it go. Let it all go. Be here with me, in this moment. Just us, nothing else.” I inhaled deeply. Looking up into his eyes as he switched nostrils, I breathed as deeply as I could and felt myself open up more completely. His cock seemed to push even deeper into me, and I welcomed him. I wanted every bit of him to be inside me. I wrapped my legs around him, grabbed his head, and pulled him down on top of me, planting my lips on his and kissing him passionately. It felt like any inhibition I might have felt had melted away and all I wanted was to be filled, inhabited, possessed. Then he started to move inside me. Slowly at first, then increasing the speed and force of his thrusts. I felt things I’d never felt before, a deep satisfaction in what I was doing. Like every other fuck I’d ever experienced had been inferior compared to what was happening in this moment. Anthony surprised me when he pulled back, brought his left hand up, and wiggled his fingers to remind me he was still wearing my wedding ring. He grabbed my rock hard cock and used it to pull himself deeper inside me. Then he brought his hand to my mouth and shoved his ring finger in. I sucked it instinctively, running my tongue along the cold metal of my ring. He put two more fingers into my mouth and started to piston fuck my hole. Looking deep in each other’s eyes, I saw his demeanor shift to one of dominance and derision, in an instant. “Look at you, you pathetic cheating whore. Putting your fucking wedding ring on another man’s finger, begging that man to fuck you bareback when you know without question that he has a high viral load churning in his balls. Degrading and debasing yourself in any way you are told, all so you can ruin your fucking life forever!” I grabbed his ass and pulled him into me, scratching his solid glutes. Desperate for more of him. “I’m gonna give you what you want. I’m gonna knock your ass up and infect you with my disease. After the pounding and all the loads you’ve taken this weekend, there’s no doubt you’re going to convert. Your bug chasing ass is going to carry my DNA forever, you cheating piece of shit! Take my toxic cum, faggot!!!” Anthony shot rope after rope deep inside me as I shot an incredible load all over my face and chest without touching myself. I couldn’t believe how much I shot, and then realized I could still feel him shooting into me. It was by far the most cum I’d ever felt inside me, and I squeezed my hole as tight as I could to get every last drop. He collapsed onto the bed as I reached for the plug and smiled, sliding it back home where it belonged. Anthony chuckled and reached for his phone. Unlocking it, he said, “What a whore. Remember before when you saw me on my phone? I got this txt all set and ready to go. Just need to hit send.” I saw the name of the group message on his phone was “Support Group buds” as I read the txt: “Weekend went exactly as planned. This cheating fucker is eager for more POZ loads. Party tonight at 8, bring poppers and lube. No condoms, obv.” “That’s a few guys from my HIV group. They know my whole story, and I told them what I wanted to do, and they offered to join in. All you have to do is hit send, Joey. It’s all up to you…”

I live near a truck stop in the south of England near the major ports. I've been hanging out there for a two years. I's full of eastern European truckers, mostly polish and Romanian. Solid hairy men - won't go near your ass but they all wanna be blown. Last Saturday I was on my knees getting face fucked by a horse cocked hairy trucker. He was grunting n giving it plenty io verbal - couldn't understand a word he was saying but I could till understand he was saying I'm gunna cum cocksuker, swallow my fukkin load. then he fills my mouth with his salty sperm. When he was done another man shoved his cock in my mouth. I drink his balls as well. western Europe trucker seed I the best.

Part 2 When I finally turned around and saw him, it took my breath away. He was one of the ugliest men I had ever seen. His round pudgy face was filled with scars, his nose looked like it had been badly broken at some point and hadn't healed, his nostrils were shaped upwards with a gigantic septum piercing hanging, giving the illusion of an actual snout. A full, dirty beard decorated his face, his lips were thick, ashy and a little charred, with a piercing in his chin. Multiple ear piercings adorned his ears, which alongside the tattoos on his bald scalp, made him look like an absolute freak. To top it off, his natural scent was vile. A mix of sweat and something animalistic, the pungent scent attacked my nostrils making my nose burn a little. Any repulsion I faced was completely dissipated when he planted his lips on mine. His mouth tasted bad, smelled worse and yet, it was so erotic at the same time. I was shell shocked to kiss him back until I felt his palm grab my ass and squeeze my cheeks. It made me moan just enough for him to slip his tongue in, and I used it as an opportunity to kiss him back. I wanted this, I wanted this man to violate me. To fuck me, make me cry and squeal and spurt his toxic seed in my ass. We frenched hard for a few more minutes before he withdrew himself. He was smiling, like a predator that knows he's made the kill, and he led me away from my car. I walked with him, leaving my car behind, to his truck and off we went. An hour later, we pulled up to a farm. I was riding shotgun in Daddy's truck thinking about everything that had transpired. When we pulled up to the farm, I realized just how abandoned it truly was. Not a soul or a house around for miles, nobody who would know what went down at the farm. It was his own quiet corner, a place where he could be the true freak he was without judgement. He parked in the driveway and invited me inside. I was half expecting to find a dirty, filthy housing situation so it surprised me when I saw a nicely decorated farmhouse, befitting someone who lived alone. He offered me a beer , grabbed one for himself and we sat down on the couch. "Why did you try to run boy?" he broke the awkwardness in the air. "I,um....it..." I mumbled, unable to find the words. "You know what you want, your body knows what you want, part of your mind knows what it wants. So, why keep denying who and what you are?" "I..don't know what you mean," I blurted out. "Yeah you do. You want to be pozzed by daddy. But that's not the whole reason why you are here, is it boy?" he replied, the corner of his mind breaking into a slight grin. I kept my silence, knowing he would continue if I didn't respond. I knew why I was here and even though I didn't have the strength to say it out loud or even admit it, I knew he could smell it on me. "You're here to let go boy. Getting pozzed isn't the end goal, it's the beginning to what you've really wanted isn't it," his voice went down to a whisper, almost subliminal, as if he was speaking to my subconscious mind. He got up and sat next to me, placing his hand on my thigh and slowly rubbing it. "You want more than to be what you are. You want to be dirty, filthy, wretched even. You want to be corrupted by a beast and to become a beast. Isn't that right boy?" his hand was rubbing my thigh more aggressively now. "Why else would you find someone like me to poz ya? Most guys don't want to come close to me, let alone give up their holes. But you, you worked for it. You showed me you wanted it, despite knowing what I was. What kind of person does that, eh?" his hand moved up my thigh, resting next to my crotch, his fingers an inch away from my very throbbing cock. "You're a piglet boy. I see it inside, the desire to be a piglet for daddy. To be molded by daddy and turned into the pig you were born to be." As he finished his sentence, I saw him pulling a fat cigar from his pocket and put it in his mouth. I wasn't into smoking or smokers but watching him prepare the cigar and lighting it, there was something extremely sensual and sexual about it. His eyes were on me, tracking me, even when he was lighting his cigar up. I saw his hands run through the length of the cigar, like a cock being gently handled, before he lit it. He was still watching, as he let the smoke rest inside his lungs for a second, before exhaling all that smoke at me. It smelled weird and good. The smell was strong, and instantly gave me a weird taste on my tongue, but it smelled masculine. The strong aroma grabbed my attention towards itself, numbing my other senses as I breathed in the second hand smoke. Daddy kept puffing and huffing, pushing more smoke towards me, and the more I smelled the less inhibited I felt. My body was tingling, my mind felt empty and I felt like the weight of the world had been lifted off of my shoulder. A while later, daddy took a deep smoke breath and pulled me in for a kiss. He parted my lips with his, and pushed the smoke inside me, sealing my mouth and letting it stay in. The smoke filled up my lungs and its contents shot up through my blood into my brain. The sudden rush of endorphins made my cock chub harder in my pants, and I moaned around daddy's lips. He gave me an evil smirk and gave me mouthfuls of more smoke. Each puff made me deliriously high, chipping away my resistance & anxiety, and replacing it with a burning desire to please this sexy beast. "Tell me what you want boy. I wanna hear you say it," he said between mouthfuls of passing smoke. "Use me daddy, please fuck me," I said in breathless anticipation. "Try again boy." "Fuck me with your poz seed daddy, poz me please." "Good, a little more boy." "Oh fuck, ruin me daddy. Turn me into a filthy pig like you. Destroy me daddy. Destroy my life." "Yeah baby, that's it. Daddy's gonna turn you into his filth loving poz piglet. Daddy's going to wreck you, burn down everything you have and give you real purpose piglet. Is that what you want?" Yes, that is what I wanted. But it didn't feel right to tell him that as much as it would to show him. So, I stood up, placed myself in front of him and kneeled down. He watched in silence, deep in thought, yet his eyes glared down towards me. A few minutes later, he stood up so that his groin was in front of my face. Impulsively, I moved my head towards it to lick it through his trousers. SMACK! The stinging in my cheek was sudden, unexpected and painful. He had slapped me hard enough to knock the wind out of me & humiliated me. My penis and asshole, however, were turned on by his aggression and I felt them both come back to life. Dazed, I looked up at him, humiliation and arousal plastered on my face. "Thank you sir." He pushed my face towards his crotch, until my nose and mouth were on top of his hefty endowment. The smell was absolutely foul and rancid, and such an absolute turn-on. "Breathe it boy. Smell the cock that'll baptize you," he said softly, coaxing me almost like a child. The smell was overwhelming. The kind of smell that burns your nose, runs through your air canal and wrecks your respiration. It made my eyes water, my heart palpitate, my body sweat, and most importantly, my cock throb. He sat back down on the couch with my face still pressed against his covered crotch. I felt him move his upper body until a strong smell hit my nose, making me look up. There was daddy, completely shirtless, in all his masculine glory. He wasn't just hairy, he was furry. Staring from his beard to his lower abdomen, barely any skin was visible. Whatever little was visible, was covered in dark tattoos in shapes I didn't understand. His hefty pecs, while muscular once, had sagged slightly into beginner man-boobs. His nipples were over an inch long, with multiple piercings in them. But all of that was overshadowed by the creme-de-la-creme on his right shoulder where the hair was thinner. A blood red biohazard tattoo, beautifully carved and perfectly capturing the ghastly beast that he was. I was delirious with my own pleasure and started to lick his crotch, trying to melt the fabric with my spit. I wanted his dick so bad and I was going to have it, come hell or high water! "Strip boy." I quickly withdrew from his crotch and shed my clothes. Naked as the day I was born, I got back on my knees and got back to smelling his manhood. "Unlock and give me your phone boy." Under normal circumstances, I wouldn't even consider it but this was no ordinary circumstance and I was on a scent-high. I did as he asked, never questioning why he wanted my phone and got back to the task at hand. Suddenly, he grabbed my hair and pulled my face back. With his grip on, he stood up until he was towering over me. "Take off my pants pig," he said pointing my phone at me. The open flashlight made me realize that he was recording me serving him. I took his pants off, not realizing he was going commando. If the scent was strong before, it was extra powerful now. But who gave a fuck when I was seeing the most beautiful (& the most important) cock of my life. Pictures didn't do justice to his cock, which upfront, was sure to wreck whatever hole came across its path. As he let go of my hair, he grabbed his semi-hard dick and started to slap me in the face with it. The feeling of his meat and the metal pierced into it on my face was heavenly. It hurt so good and I found myself positioning my cheeks to receive his cock slaps, like a good slut. When he stopped, my cheeks were stinging and extremely sensitive. I looked up at him, begging him with my eyes to let me have a go at his cock. Thankfully, he obliged. He grabbed his cock and started to slowly pull back the foreskin. Doing so revealed an angry red cock head, his piercings and a whole lot of dried dick cheese. It was disgusting and smelled horrible. I wanted it and I could no longer wait. I attacked it like a mad man, pushing his cock head into my mouth in one go. The metal piercings scrapped against the inside of my mouth, the smegma made me sick for a second but I was in no shape to stop. Part of me was scared because I had started sucking without prompting but when his hand landed on the back of my head and pushed it deeper into his crotch, I knew I was okay. It was all the motivation I needed to continue sucking on his beautiful dick, and I braved my way to take as much as I could. "You love sucking on poz dick don't you pig?" "Umm...hmm," I muffled a response while sucking him. "You want it up your pussy don't you? My toxic cum up your hole, spreading through you, corrupting your body and mind, destroying you. Is that what you want pig?" "Mmhhhmmm." "Who's Sarah?" Daddy asked while looking at my phone. I didn't stop sucking so I couldn't respond which pissed him off. He pushed my face off his cock and kicked me in the nuts. I yelped out at the sudden pain and grabbed my balls. "DON'T TOUCH THEM YOU FUCKING PIG & ANSWER ME," his palpable rage scared me and I quickly composed myself. "She's my Yoga instructor sir." "Well, not anymore. I don't think she's gonna be keeping you as a client after she sees the pics and videos I sent of you slurping on my cock and begging for my toxic cum." My mind went numb. Suddenly, this wasn't a fantasy anymore. It was all too real and it all came crashing on me. "Don't act like you didn't want it, pervert. You wanted this deep down, it's why you're still hard. It's why you haven't asked for your phone back yet and it's why you're going to get my toxic load." He was right, despite the overwhelming fear of being outed, part of me got off on this. Not knowing what I was supposed to say, I got back to doing what I was before and started sucking him. "Think of it as punishment for trying to run out earlier pig. This should remind you who's in-charge." The man was going to be my end because everything he said, despite how sick, depraved and fucked up it was, was turning me on more and more. "Tonight my pig boy, we start to destroy your life and build a new one." To be continued.....

As my alpha cock slurped down the runt's weak seed, he collapsed between my huge thighs - each one dwarfing his torso. I gave him a quick squeeze, causing him to cry out before quickly getting up to my knees and shifted the kid so that he was lying face down. "I'm going to work my fat cock into your guts and in the process my body is going to crush and compress yours. I'll squeeze any resistance out of you". I was thinking of the events that had meant that I'd had to slip out of my curfew anklet before coming over to this kid's place. This time, there was no one to stop me and I could go as far as I wanted. While I was distracted by my plans the kid had slowly started to wriggle away. It was the cutest, most pathetic sight, his pearly white arse (a dark, gaping "O" at it's centre) was shuffling from side to side as he inched slowly across the bed. I simply shuffled over to him, my belly raised high and then secured him by letting my gut rest on his back (just my belly, nowhere near my full weight). Suddenly, he was immobilised and with a flex of my cock I was able locate myself in his gape. I thrust forwards, easily placing my whole length in him without any apparent pain on his part. My cock was surrounded by a warm, wet looseness which I was enjoying but not as much as.... ...I let my full weight fall onto the kid. he audibly crumpled, as I compressed him under me. I let myself settle for a few seconds before raising up and crashing back down as i thrust in his runty wetness. This time, I felt rather than heard as his body broke a little more and my fuck squeezed the life out of him. I wasn't rushing this, I wanted to savour every thrust, but I knew he couldn't last very long as there's no way he was breathing with 410lbs on his back, besides I was getting pretty worked up already. Thinking about my climax and the best way to make use of this gift from heaven I decided that I needed some further reaction from Jake if I was to work my toxic load into his ruined body. Reaching under my sweat soaked body, I found his little head, neatly nestled in my cleavage. My forearm tucked up under his chin as I felt my balls tense up a little. There was no reaction from Jake though I thought I heard a noise somewhere in his flat, increasing my urgency. "gonna break your scrawny neck you dumb little fuck".... I squeezed a little tighter "so close now Jake...time to end you". I squeezed tighter still and a part of the kid somehow managed to struggle exciting me greatly with its weakness. My juices began pumping into him as I tensed further, just as I heard another voice in the room....

All right, you asked for it, lol. Here's the final instalment. Epilogue Several months later… I left the crowd behind me as I stepped on to the back porch of the fetish bar, not caring about the almost negative wind chill, and winter’s hateful snowfall. Thank goodness that whole nonsense with the Covid is over, and people are out enjoying themselves again. And the boys are as hungry as ever, making up for lost time, and plundering holes and nutsacks as much as they can. A lot of earlier limits don’t matter so much now - barely legal, geriatric, pretty, overweight, meth heads, toxic - they are all practically foaming at the mouth for sex. The best part is they don’t even ask status anymore. I’ve put a significant number of notches in my bedpost since my summer visit with Rick as a result. I pulled the Asylum from my motorcycle jacket’s front pocket, clicked open the torch, and a blaze erupted before my face. I turned the thick stick in my mouth, puffed hard, and when the cherry was fully lighted, off went the torch. Rick was right - I *am* a cigar pig, and while my bank account isn’t too happy with the new deduction (nor are my lungs or my doctor), I don’t give a fuck. I’m connected to this, and it’s a great memory of a man I no longer see. As the smoke curled upward, I began to reflect on how I got here. Rick’s bugs did the trick. I went home and back to my normal life, though by the end of the weekend, I bought a full box of fat cigars, a guillotine, and a torch. My house is now powerfully impregnated with their odor. When my sister came to visit, she said, “It smells like a humidor in here.” And every time I fire up, I remember her saying that and how Rick gave me what I wanted. Then the seroconversion came twelve days later. I awoke in the night, frying and freezing at the same time. The bedsheets were already quite soaked with sweat, and it didn’t take me two seconds to realize that Rick actually did it. All it took was one dose of his toxic poz seed, and my destroyed hole, and we were there. I actually had my doubts prior to this night, and talked myself into believing that Rick refused to break character until I was out the door. Ten bucks says he went straight to his chest of drugs and resumed his medication. Then I got only silence from him. No contact whatsoever. No follow-up, no text saying “Hey, how’s your hole doing?”. Just … nothing. The first morning after the conversion, I texted him briefly. “Yo, Rick. It’s happening. I feel like I’m dying. Congratulations, you’re a poz dad! And thank you.” A few minutes passed, then I got back a single emoji as a reply: 😈 No other words accompanied it. Didn’t hear from him again. I think he’s mad at me. It was entirely his decision to come off the meds, but I think maybe he hates himself for it, and doesn’t want to deal with me. I broke his perfect healthy world with my request, and maybe he couldn’t take the stress of it. I really don’t know what happened. His friends say he’s fine, just “super busy”, but no real details of anything about him or his life. But I choose to not cling to people that don’t want to talk to me, so I let it go after a few weeks. And I was unbelievably horny after I was able to walk again. The sickness lasted only a couple days, and it was no worse than the usual flu, though I did have diarrhea rather badly at the start. And then it was over. But the horn - it never fucking stopped! As soon as I felt like myself again, I got on my hookup sites, changed my status on my profiles, and let the world know I was poz. An avalanche of messages and winks and woofs suddenly popped into my message centers, and I was a very busy boy! My hookups went from me just being a bottom ho to a full-on top poz breeder. After the first three days of constant sex, I had to give myself rest. My dick was rubbed so raw that I was getting a scab on the shaft, and my balls were shooting out less and less cum from being emptied so often. They couldn’t turn it out fast enough! So far, I’ve had eleven confirmed conversions, but most of the others are unknown. They didn’t report any change, so I didn’t ask. I fuck them, I dumped a hot charged load in them, and leave them. On to the next one, and I seldom see the same guy twice. It’s about quantity while I’m still super infectious. Guess I’m making up for lost time, too. Eventually it caught up to me when I nailed a prissy bear, and when I told him, “I’m going to infect you now,” he screamed the walls down until his neighbor came, and seeing the bear in restraints - which was his fantasy - and me naked over him… Well, let’s just say I lost a tooth that day. It’ll be a long time before I go back into that part of the city. But I have no regrets. I would have liked to have more control over when it happened, but as it was my inevitable destiny, I may as well embrace it. And I did. My toxic seeds are being spread by others, some known, others not. And it’s fucking empowering. I’m like a nasty poz god, corrupting countless men’s holes without ever leaving my street. It made me chuckle. While lost in these memories, I realized I’d smoked nearly half the cigar, and have been out here almost twenty minutes. I silently stared at the night sky. So many stars. And for some reason, I said aloud, “The seeds that go out from my body. Look at the stars. I cannot count them, but so shall my seed be.” It was a perverted quote and I found it hilarious. As my mind wallowed in the humor of the situation, I flicked my ash over the wooden balcony. “I never took you to be a biblical scholar,” a voice suddenly said next to me. My head quickly turned to the left to face the voice, but I couldn’t make out the face. The alley back here was too damn dark to see distinctly if it wasn’t directly in front of you, plus this space was quite smoky. The person came closer. My eyes widened. It was him. He gave me the once-over at my new look. “Looks like my work was more thorough than I thought.” I was stunned. “Rick! Shit the bed, how have you been?” I was overjoyed at this unexpected reunion. I hugged him tightly and released him quickly. “I’ve been asking around about you since the summer, and no one could give me a straight answer, but fuck! It’s good to see you!” “Easy, bro,” he said, raising his gloved hand. “After we fucked, I needed to get away, so I took a long trip around America. I needed to be away from people, and Covid, and politics, and just took a long extended vacation. I’m back on the meds, and healthy again.” “That’s good.” “Are you happy with the life you’ve chosen?” His usually musical tone was suddenly monotone and discordant. I looked away for a second. I put the Asylum back in my jaw, and pulled up my leather pants by grabbing the belt buckle with both fists. I posed seductively as if for a motorcycle calendar. My Muir cap tipped slightly, and I said, “What do YOU think?” with a big grin on my face. He gave several small nods of the head in approval. “Very good, you look like a genuine leatherman. But what have you done with my… gifts?” He said that last word rather knowingly. I turned my head away ever so slightly. “Oh, you know, the usual. Seedin’ and breedin’. Staying off the meds as long as I can take it. Life is for the living, and I am doing it on my terms.” Non-committal responses? “Steve, you’re an asshole,” I thought to myself. Rick’s face contorted to incredulity. “You’re still not on them? Dude. Fuck.” He shook his head, blinked once or twice, and sighed. “It’s your life. Do what you want. Also, do this.” He pulled his right hand forward, and for the first time, I saw a chain in his hand as a smaller body came forward from behind him. It was a human pup, completely dressed in his fetish gear. A few extra pounds, but his color was definitely blue, and he didn’t speak unless spoken to. The chain in Rick’s hand ended around the pup’s neck. “Dog. I picked this one up in Florida. MONSTER COCK and deadly as fuck.” Rick said proudly. “I’m showing him a good time while I still can. AND he has a greeting present for you. Dog?” The pup cocked his head, listening. “Give him a Cuban Delight,” Rick said to Dog in an evil voice, followed by a grin to match. “Ruff!” He did his best imitation of dog panting. “You’re gonna die tonight.” I could see a fire behind Dog’s eyes. He was also charged, like Rick and me, but with… something different. Curious. 🤔 I stubbed out my cigar, smiling wickedly. I knew I was about to get another upgrade. “This oughta be good.” THE END

Part 9 - Secrets and Revelations Conrad sat in the greenhouse on the phone with Joshua he loved hearing his voice, the soft velvet tone that shrouded and cuddled his soul, making him feel special and wanted he was desperate to see him. Picturing Joshua staring in to his eyes constantly telling him how special and lucky he should feel being with him, his funny joke of owning him and how no other man could ever come close to what they shared. He was not wrong and Conrad's placid and very impressionable nature readily accepting every word that came out of Joshua's mouth. A bewitching spell that fell on him from high above slowly but ever so surely taking Conrad over, clouding his perception and only seeing how wonderful and lucky he was. "I will be home soon" Joshua said "then you will be mine again Conrad, in my arms and only I will matter". Conrad sighed in agreement "I miss you so much, miss touching you, miss you making me feel good" he replied. "I know you do Conrad, you make me feel really good and you need me" Joshua said in his teasing voice. "Need to be in bed with you Josh" Conrad replied desperate for his affection and approval. Joshua chuckled "I will fuck you senseless I have months of pent up desire waiting just for you" he said. "Stop it" Conrad replied in a dreamy voice "it is like I can already touch and feel you" he said sighing "need to be with you Josh". "Soon bairn" Joshua said very slowly "real soon. I have to go, remember your mine Conrad all mine". Joshua hung up from the call waiting for Charlie to get back from the shop before boarding the ship. He was extremely happy the way things were going with Conrad, he knew the time to strike was coming with Conrad waiting in anticipation for his return. The weekends of nothing but sex with loving dominating words he showered on him had got inside Conrad's head, impressionable, now susceptible like putty that was now malleable in his hands. Joshua went over to Charlie to help with the shopping bag all smiles and feeling on top of the world. Several nights that week when either Conrad or Simon felt down they were drawn together taking solace with in each other, sometimes sexing the sadness out of their bodies or just sitting cosied up in the lounge talking. No matter what he did or how busy he tried to keep himself everything just reminded him of Jack. The week after Jack's funeral Conrad walked out of the manor with the wheel barrow trying to whistle and thinking of Joshua, his body and that sexy face, he belonged to him and was the only one that mattered in Joshua's life. He started tending the flower beds outside the manor tidying them up then working his way down number 10, 8, 6, 4 and 2. he crossed over and started on number 1 then moved along to number 3. Annoyed that one of the flowers that Jack had planted had been slightly crushed when the new family moved in. He went home and dug up a healthy one from his own flower bed transplanting it to the bed outside number 3. He was oblivious to the owner coming out and walking across the dive towards him. "Morning, so you are the mysterious person who looks after the flower bed along the curbs?" Felicity asked. Conrad jumped a little "Morning" he said standing up "yes they all have hibiscus flowers" he replied. Felicity nodded "I am Felicity Emir we moved in just over a week ago" she said holding her hand out. "Conrad" he said shaking her hand "I live at number 8 with my parents". "Oh the twins right?" Felicity asked, Conrad nodded "horrible day apparently when we moved in" she said. Conrad nodded again "Jack's funeral" he managed to say "he was the gardener up at the manor". "So sad" she said "and you have taken over doing this from him?" Felicity asked. "Have done this for years with Jack" Conrad replied "he got me in to gardening when I was 7". "How wonderful" Felicity said smiling at him "sorry about the one that got crushed". Conrad looked at the plant in his wheelbarrow feeling a strong emotion taking over him "Yeah, kind of crushed just like me". Conrad apologised and rushed off back to the manor trying to control his emotion. Jamal watched him from the bedroom window having been in another argument with his mother over finding work but frankly he couldn't be bothered and still raged at being moved from Guildford to this place stuck in the middle of nowhere. Although his interest in the area suddenly perked up seeing the guy gardening out front, just my type to fuck he thought to himself grinning then paying attention to rolling up his spliff for later. Amused since his mother thought she got rid of it all before they moved but he kept a stash safely hidden away finding a discreet spot by number 1 where he could hide and smoke it. Jamal sat there watching the world go by, except very little went by the gated community. He sat up spotting the guy coming back out from the manor and heading to number 5 and busied himself with the flower bed. Jamal hid his freshly rolled joint and put on his jacket, he had heard the rumours of the previous gardener being gay when his mother spoke with family at number 4 across the road. Jamal casually walked out the house telling his mother he was going to say hello to the guy doing the flowers, her response was for him to be nice and not to aggravate him. She knew her son and his above normal privileged upbringing resulted in a lack of manners or obedience, his father didn't help and Jamal could do no wrong in his eyes being his pride and joy. He walked towards Conrad who looked in a world of his own going around weeding the digging over the flower bed. "Hello oik" Jamal said standing there "nice to see the low life help working as they should". Conrad turned to look at him fuming "What did you call me?" he asked standing up gripping the fork tight. Jamal smirked with his cocky arrogant look "Oik" he repeated again staring at Conrad. "Ah right, so you lack any manners I see" Conrad replied disconnecting from any further conversation. Jamal laughed "Silly little oik" he said moving closer "you need to learn your place in society". Jamal wrestled the fork out of his hand and threw Conrad to the ground placing one foot over his chest laughing and holding him down in humiliation. Conrad grabbed at his foot twisting and pushing trying to get it off only to find the pressure increase. "Learn your place oik" Jamal sneered chuckling at him "the more you fight the harder I press". Conrad grimaced "Get your foot off of me" he shouted at him. "Not until you appreciate how superior I am to you" Jamal emphasied his words clearly pressing down again. "I am warning you" Conrad shouted at him again trying to move Jamal's foot. Felix the butler came rushing out of the manor sprinting down the street like a superhero, despite the placid appearance he was a burly 6 foot late 40's man and doubled up as Simon's bodyguard. Jamal looked up hearing the footsteps approaching very quickly, he cried out falling two feet back from the force of the push Felix issued knocking him flat on his back almost winding him. Felix helped a shaking Conrad up to his feet who had anger in his eyes and tried calming Conrad down just as Simon arrived. "What happened Felix?" Simon asked coming to a stop. "He had Conrad on the floor standing on his chest" Felix said nodding to Jamal who was slowly sitting up. Simon went over to Conrad "Are you okay, did he hurt you?" he asked. "I'm fine" Conrad replied brushing the chest of his coat to remove the footprint. Simon walked over to Jamal and offered his hand to help him stand up, no sooner was he on his feet he crumpled back down receiving a back handed slap from Simon. Simon leant over "Don't ever touch him again do you hear me?" he said angrily. "My father will hear of this and he will sue you" Jamal replied taking a video of the blood on his face. Simon grabbed the phone and smashed it "Don't threaten me or you might just disappear one night". "I will have you" Jamal replied threatening Simon and wiping his face scampering backwards. Simon laughed at him "Bring it on" he teased "but I warn you now you will lose". "I am so sorry" Felicity called out running down the drive "get inside now" she shouted at Jamal. Jamal stood up and looked at his mother "Don't tell me what to do" he said huffing and walking off. "Conrad are you alright" Felicity asked watching him nod "god I am so sorry, he is out of control, I don't know what to do with him". Simon could tell she was at wits end with him "He is rebelling against us moving here" she explained. "Well he can make up for it and do some of hard gardening tasks around the manor under Conrad" Simon suggested. Felicity nodded "Dam right he can, when do you want him?" she asked without even questioning them. Simon smiled "Tomorrow morning at 8am, Felix here will keep an eye on him". "He needs discipline" Felix chipped in "I will break him in" he said. Simon chuckled "Ex army he knows discipline" he said "I will send him here to collect your son". Felicity nodded "Thank you and I am sorry" she repeated "just don't pay him and check him for drugs when he arrives". "Are you sure?" Simon asked and Felicity nodded "Felix you have got your work cut out with him". "You think Sir, easy as squeezing lemons" Felix said confidently escorting Conrad back to the manor. Conrad spent the night at the manor paying more attention to Felix than usual having never really engaging in conversation with him before he was intrigued and asked a lot of questions to Simon about him. The following morning Jamal was fetched by Felix and once inside the gates of the manor he had him stood outside up against the wall and strip searched him in humiliation whilst Conrad watched from the bedroom window chuckling at how angry Jamal looked at his treatment. "Are you sure about this Simon?" Conrad asked a little concerned. Simon walked over and laughed at the sight of Jamal in his underwear outside "Yes" he replied. Conrad turned to him "Nasty public school boy" he said facing Jamal again "quite sexy in a way". Simon agreed and laughed "I will protect you Conrad be assured, Felix will as well". Jamal was sat in the greenhouse with Felix standing guard "Morning Felix" Conrad said arriving. "Morning Conrad, he is all yours and has been briefed, call if you need me" Felix said disappearing. Jamal sat there looking at Conrad "Fucking oik" he said turning to face away. "And a good morning to you" Conrad replied ignoring his remark "helipad needs trimming" he said. Conrad put shears down in front of Jamal "I could stab you with them" Jamal said looking at Conrad. Conrad picked up some pruning scissors "You got two minutes to get there and start" he said walking out. Jamal sat there for a moment "Fuck" he said picking the shears up "where is it then?" he shouted at Conrad. Conrad pointed to the far side of the grounds "Over there" he said turning to watch Jamal plodding over. "Quicker" Conrad shouted stifling his giggle whilst also still very weary of Jamal's attitude and keeping a distance between them. He smiled standing there watching Jamal for a good hour whilst he trimmed the long grass around the helipad, Jamal was slow and obviously detested what his mother had done to him as a result of his behaviour. Despite the chill in the air the day turned out to be a crisp and clear with plenty of sunshine. Felix walked down to the helipad every hour checking on Jamal's progress. When he turned to leave he told Conrad to come up to the manor at 1pm for lunch and bring thing with him. Conrad fond it funny that Felix only referred to Jamal as Thing and said he will only use his real name when he earns the respect to be called by it. At 12.45pm Conrad walked over to Jamal and told him it was lunchtime but first he had to clean the shears. Jamal did as he was told and Conrad inspected them nodding, Jamal looked like he wanted to engage in conversation but Conrad was in no mind to talk to him instead telling him to follow him to the manor kitchen. Felix had put soup and a sandwich on the table in the kitchen for Conrad and gave Jamal beef broth and bread sitting him on a stool in the utility room. Jamal protested that he couldn't treat him that way but Felix ignored him and poured a nice warming cup of coffee for Conrad. The housekeeper Beth walked in to the utility room and laughed seeing Jamal sat there and came back in to the kitchen and kissed Felix on the cheek, Conrad noticed they both wore wedding rings figuring they must be married. "Do you not think this is a bit harsh?" Conrad asked in a hushed voice. Felix grinned "Not after what he did to you" he replied "he will learn to be respectful". "Felix can I ask are you and Beth married?" Conrad spoke tentatively putting his spoon down. "Yes" Felix replied "and Simon helped Beth get residency here in the UK and this job". Conrad nodded "I didn't realise he was nice that way" he said. Felix sat down "Simon has his flaws but I would do anything to protect him for what he has done for us". "I see. I hope he is starting to like me a bit more rather than tolerating me" Conrad said laughing. Felix chuckled "Simon likes you more than you think. Have to admit I never pegged you down as being gay". Conrad chuckled "Same here, everyone said it was because I spent so long with Jack" he replied. "How stupid people are" Felix said "Knowing Jack I don't know how he managed to wait so patiently before having you in the greenhouse". Conrad looked at him in surprise "How the frig do you know that?" he asked. Felix chuckled "It is my job to know everything" he replied "The flower bed was the funniest one". "You saw that as well?" Conrad now sat there looking embarrassed. "Yeah had to watch it twice to believe it" Felix said laughing "sure you know there are security cameras all over the place". Conrad shook his head "That is how Simon knew" he said looking down as his soup "I wish he was still here". Felix smiled "I know, we all miss him Conrad" he said patting his shoulder. They sat and had a very interesting conversation where Felix let slip that he was also protecting him as the people in Simon's lives were important to him. He made Conrad laugh when he told the story of Jack whittling on about Conrad this and Conrad that until he stuffed a bread roll in his mouth to shut him up one lunchtime, he finished off telling Conrad that when he was only 9 Jack already talked about you being the son he would never had. "My god" Conrad said standing up "need to get thing back to work" he said chuckling. Felix stood up "Beth and I like you being around Conrad, Simon does as well" he said. Felix walked over to the utility room "Wash your bowl up then back to work" he barked at Jamal. Conrad chuckled "Hate to get on the wrong side of you" he said, Beth chuckled turning to look at Conrad. "I should teach you some self defence young man" Felix said "It will help you should you need it". Jamal said very little to Conrad over the next few days and was set jobs to do that no one else liked doing, sweeping the terraces and picking out weeds that sporadically appeared on the gravelled courtyard at the front of the manor. Felix had him cleaning the numerous satin coated kitchen cupboards removing all the finger print marks until they shined like new. Felix started giving Conrad some self defence lessons, including nasty tricks to get out of situations by kneeing his opponent in the balls if given the chance. When Felix was satisfied on the third day Jamal was allowed to sit at the table in the kitchen but not to speak to anyone. Slowly but surely Jamal was learning that with a little more respect he was given more in return, from more breaks during the day to eating the same food that Conrad was being given for lunch by Beth. Conrad never expected that working for Simon would mean having more freedom around the manor and provided with food when ever he wanted it, he was fast becoming more and more part of Hibiscus manor life. Simon even made sure that Conrad had time to spend several hours studying in the kitchen after setting Jamal some jobs to do. He was revising for the final written exam. The studying taking his mind off Jack and at the weekend Conrad went out regular as clockwork to tend the flower beds along Hibiscus drive. Jamal weeding the courtyard again kept looking down the drive, nearly every single house he went to the owners came out and chatted to him giving him coffee and biscuits or the odd bottle of wine as a thank you. Happily Conrad looked down the road at the flower beds that were beginning to flourish again with more daylight ensuing each day. Conrad returned to the manor and greenhouse pulling his book out of the bag along with a bottle of water he sat studying waiting for Jama to finish on the courtyard. Jamal approached the greenhouse watching Conrad for a moment before walking in. He sat down opposite Conrad who looked up at him "Have you finished?" he asked. He studied Conrad for a moment "You think this is funny?" Jamal asked. Conrad looked up then went back to his book "I asked if you had finished?" he said again. "Are you bent like that old gardener was?" Jamal asked watching Conrad look up "did you fuck with him?". Conrad sat there in silence "You don't look like a poof" Jamal continued teasing him "you like cock up you?". Jamal was getting irate being ignored by him "Well, answer me shirt tail lifter" he said angrily now. Conrad packed his stuff away and stood up walking out in silence "Fucking arsehole" Jamal called after him. Jamal sat there fuming and bolted up running through the grounds to find Conrad and catching up with him just before he reached his home. What got him angry more than anything was how Conrad completely ignored him and was in no way bothered or concerned. Conrad heard the rapid thump of the feet running towards him and stopped turning coming face to face with Jamal. "You may be boarding school toff but in real life you are nothing" Conrad said walking up the drive to the front door. Jamal looked at him "Yeah well..." he was stumped for words "I'm not an oik" he called after him. Conrad simply turned and smiled closing the front door "Fuck you" Jamal said under his breath going home. In truth Jamal actually was growing to like Conrad, he could see how clever Conrad was and knew his stuff about the gardens, it was the way he ignored every insult that he found amusing. Jamal sat on the window ledge of his bedroom looking over at number 8, he watched for almost an hour listening to music until he saw Conrad's parents leave in their car. Putting his coat on he went out avoiding his mother and walked across the road up to number 8. He rang the doorbell and waited for what seemed an eternity until Conrad opened the door dressed in shorts and a t-shirt. Seeing Jamal standing there he closed the door "Wait" Jamal said "please" he pleaded to him. Conrad opened the door "What, you now want to insult me on my doorstep?" he said very calmly looking at Jamal. "Can you help me learn this?" Jamal asked "I know you don't owe me anything for what I did or have said to you". Conrad looked down shaking his head "Nice try but not good enough" he replied moving to close the door. "I'm sorry Conrad" Jamal spoke with urgency "sorry for hurting you and your feelings about the gardener". Conrad spoke quietly "Jack, his name was Jack. He was well loved along this road for years". "I am very sorry" Jamal said and Conrad could hear some sincerity "will you tell me about him?" he asked. Conrad opened the door "Why would you be interested in him?" he asked looking slightly perplexed. Jamal shrugged his shoulders "I want to understand Jack, you talk a lot about him to people at the manor" he replied. Conrad looked considering him for a moment "Is it too late to get to know you as well?" Jamal asked. "Depends if your going to continue insulting me" Conrad replied looking at him. Jamal shook his head "No, I am sorry. I took my anger out on you for my family moving here" he explained. Conrad opened the door and invited Jamal in. Spending the entire afternoon drinking coffee and chatting where Jamal listened to the story of how he met Jack and his natural love for horticulture rubbed off on him leading to this career choice. Of course he left the details of his real cause of death out and the fact where Jamal had sat in the greenhouse was where Jack would passionately assault him. It was a slow burn since Conrad didn't trust Jamal one bit for the moment. The following day he spent a lovely day up at the manor gardening with no Jamal around Simon came out and helped or tried to, he chatted away to Conrad enjoying the friendship that was building between them. As usual he was invited for dinner and Conrad graciously accepted knowing how much Simon missed Jack and his witty back chat. Monday morning Conrad sat his final exam he had given Felix instructions for Jamal to use shears and cut the grass by the flower beds outside the manor gates. He didn't protest and worked tirelessly making a pretty decent job. On Tuesday morning Conrad came out of his house and find Jamal standing there at the bottom of the drive waiting for him. "Morning" Jamal called out watching Conrad walking down the drive "how was your exam?" he asked. Conrad grinned "I am impressed that you pay attention sometimes" he quipped "hard but think I did okay". "So are you finished college now?" Jamal asked trying to make conversation. Conrad glanced at him "Yes unless I flunk the exam then I have to study again" he replied. Jamal looked at Conrad "Your smart, you will pass" he said confidently "me I am just a useless no hoper". "I would go more spoilt privileged brat to be honest" Conrad replied causing Jamal to stop walking. "Thanks for that" Jamal said sarcastically "your right though. How rich is he?" he asked looking at the manor. Conrad shrugged his shoulders "Rich enough to make people disappear" he said chuckling. Jamal smiled "You are quite funny and decent" he said "you never answered my question the other day?". Conrad opened the gate to the manor "What question?" he asked looking at Jamal wondering if he was referring to him being gay. "If you would teach me about gardening" Jamal replied looking serious. Conrad chuckled and closed the gate "To start with it is called horticulture". Felix kept an eye on Jamal reporting back to Simon that Conrad was now teaching him to look after the kitchen garden. Indeed their friendship grew gradually and now Jamal was spending most days up the manor, dropping his obnoxious exterior and actually turned out to be a really polite and well mannered lad, even Felix started showing him a little more respect. Conrad was putting all his energy in to looking after the gardens, Jamal had a day off that Simon forced upon him that last Friday in February. Conrad sat in the greenhouse alone thinking of Charlie and Joshua who were due to sail back in to Portsmouth on Monday, he was so looking forward to seeing them both. It was four weeks since Jack died and he had become emotionally stronger yet still found himself talking away to Jack like he was still sat next to him in the greenhouse shedding a few tears. Jamal turned out to be a nice distraction and from appearance looked like he was now enjoying spending time with Conrad being taught the intricacies of horticulture, he was totally astonished when Conrad checked the acidity of the soil never realising how much science was involved. Conrad picked a few flowers that looked perfect and packed up early afternoon, Simon and he were going to see Jack and lay some fresh flowers and see the tombstone that Jack had designed. "Ready to go?" Simon asked standing at the door. "Yes" Conrad replied picking up the flowers. Simon handed Conrad a hefty envelope that looked all official "This is for you from Jack's solicitor a little business to take care of first". "Oh" Conrad looked at it and put the flowers down. Opening the large envelope it contained a copy of Jack's will and letter from the solicitor, inside was a separate envelope that he put down on the work bench and read the solicitor's letter aloud "Dear Mr Grayson, pursuant to the last will and testament made by Jack Openshaw and witnessed by Mr Simon Burge, Mr Raheem Mohammed Jazeer and endorsed by Clegg & Simpson Solicitors on the 4th day of December 2017 we hereby fulfil the deceased instruction. The envelope marked 'property' contains the title deeds to Jack Openshaw's property in your name along with numerous other instruction detailed in the attached copy of the will highlighted for your perusal". Conrad looked at Simon holding back the tears and picked up the copy of the will finding the section highlighted "To my dearest friend who I watched grow up, Conrad Grayson. I leave you my house in Alton to do with as you wish. The entire collection of horticulture books and tools currently held by Simon Burge for safekeeping are also left to you. My solicitor is holding a £1.4 million trust fund that will be released to Conrad Grayson to purchase any house on Hibiscus Drive when one comes available, or to be paid in full after 5 years irrelevant. Adam Prestley has been left a sum of money for you should you decide to honour me in a way only you should know by now. It is my way to thank you for bringing much colour and vigour to my life over the years that I was lucky enough to know you and watch you grow". Conrad shed a tear and wiped his eyes. "Wow" he said looking at Simon "I never expected anything from him having given me so much already". Simon sat down next to him and smiled "There is a codicil to the will that I made him add" he said. Conrad looked at him "That is an amendment is it not?" he asked folding the document up. "Yes, you need to sign this to activate the trust fund" Simon said handing him a document. Conrad shifted uncomfortably in his seat reading the document "Why is it done like this?" he asked. Simon handed him a pen "It stops anyone trying to freeze the assets, paper trails you know" he said. "Sounds dodgey, I guess you mean Jack's family" Conrad said hovering over the document with the pen. "A little" Simon chuckled "it protects everything he left to you" he said watching Conrad sign. "I don't understand much of this and probably don't want to" Conrad said nervously. Simon stood up "At least put some trust in me Conrad to look out for you" he said. Conrad watched Simon placing the document in the envelope and suggesting they drop it off before visiting Jack. Conrad stood and kissed Simon on the cheek and picked up the hibiscus flowers for Jack's grave. He didn't dwell or think on what Jack had left him and after dropping the envelope off they walked up the grave where the tombstone had now been placed. Conrad saw the cupid with A, hibiscus flower with C and a scorpion in the middle engraved at the top. Wiping his eyes he laid the flowers down and spoke to Jack in private for a few minutes before Simon came over and spent a few minutes saying some words, he turned and walked back to Conrad. "I have a letter for you at home from Jack" Simon said putting his arm around Conrad. "A letter?" he asked "why now are you telling me?" Conrad looked confused at him. Simon turned to him "I was instructed to give it to you one month from his passing" he explained. Conrad nodded "I see". "It is for you to read in private that is all I know" Simon said opening the door to the limousine. Conrad was pleased that emotionally he had held it together despite the emptiness left by Jack. He was handed the letter that was still firmly sealed and went home to his bedroom almost too afraid to read it. His mother had told him that Charlie had called and confirmed they would be docking on Monday and home on Wednesday. It was just the tonic he needed to cheer him up right now. He felt the envelope and there was something hard inside, slowly he undid it and pulled out the hand written letter, a separate sealed envelope and a key secured to a gold chain fell out. The letter was dated a week after Conrad was diagnosed. "To my loving friend Conrad, this will be hard for you to read since it would be one month from leaving you. I had to think carefully about writing this so not to cause you to much worry or concern and what I am about to tell you must go no further, especially to Simon or anyone close to you. That much you must promise me Conrad and keep this secret. The day you was diagnosed with HIV you had a very high viral load, you will probably understand that what happened next was unethical but I paid the consultant to analyse the virus in your blood, he is an old school friend of mine so it paved the way a little. Simon's strain is definitely in your blood but it is not the dominant strain of virus. It might be hard for you comprehend but you will understand when the time is right why I got your blood analysed. You were already infected before Simon got to you, I know you had sex with Moham but he is very careful and definitely not carrying HIV. Unless there were others you elected not to tell me about the only other person I know of would be Joshua, I saw a slow change in you since you started delving in to bed with this person and I can't help worrying what his motive is but tread carefully and never sign anything over to him. I have instructed Simon to take care of you Conrad, you may not want or be happy about that but it is the least I can do to make sure you are protected and never go without. Simon has grown fond of you even though he may not have shown it over the years he took great pleasure in watching you grow up around the manor, always remember that no matter what lies ahead you can always and must turn to Simon. There is one last thing that I kept secret from everyone and I am leaving it to Adam and you, Simon always paid well and gave big bonuses (I mean big!) and I never spent any of it except to buy my house in Alton that I left to you, instead I took the cash out and placed it in a locked box in the greenhouse. That way the paper trail goes dry as to where the money went, Simon is so loaded with money he has no idea what to do with it. You should have the key which is in the envelope, it is hidden under the third flagstone to the left of the entrance. Take the box and the enclosed letter to Simon he will sort the rest out for you. I trust you Conrad, destroy this letter and never mention it again. Simon is there for you and if you need any affirmation you can turn to Adam he will be willing to help if the time comes. Please take care of yourself and I will be waiting for you, Jack". Conrad sat looking at the letter, parts of it made no sense failing to understand what Jack was actually writing about in places. The last few words he wrote brought tears to his eyes, how he missed the sexy man looking him in the eyes assaulting his arse with that devious but loving grin on his face that Conrad enjoyed looking at. He wiped his eyes knowing that Jack had pin pointed who infected him, it was all making sense why Joshua had apologised for accidentally ejaculating inside him the first time. What was weirder was since that night Joshua never made an attempt to put a condom on. Jack was right and the letter was controversial, he took it downstairs and walked through the kitchen where his mother and father sat talking over some document, he spotted the image of two kangaroos at the top of one letter before Eddie shuffled the papers putting them away. "What are you up to Con?" Eddie asked. Conrad looked at his father trying to discreetly put the documents away "Matches" he said "I need some matches". Jody looked sternly at him "I hope your not smoking weird stuff like that Jamal" she said standing up. "No" Conrad replied looking shocked "give me some credit" he said "I need to burn this letter". Eddie held out his hand "Let me have a read" he said. Conrad chuckled "Err sorry no, it is private from Jack and I need to destroy it" he said. "All very cloak and daggers" his father said noticing Conrad looking at the documents under his arm. "Here you go" Jody said handing him the box of matches. Conrad walked outside to the bottom of the garden to one of the flower beds and dug a small hole. He read the letter one last time using his phones torch. He smiled knowing that only having sex with four men so far he could discount two which left Simon and Joshua, both strains in his body. he crumpled up the letter placing it in the hole then lit it watching it burn completely then covering it with soil. He sat there on the damp grass unable to believe that Joshua had infected him, weather accidentally or deliberately he would need to find out. Conrad chuckled and stood up 'devious bastards all of them' he said smiling and walking back to the house. Walking in to the kitchen his parents still sat at the family table deep in conversation. Conrad sat down with them "I need to tell you both about Jack" he said getting their attention. Eddie sat back and studied him for a moment "Did he... I mean did he touch you when you were younger?". "Jesus no" Conrad replied looking shocked "no, he left me some things in his will". Eddie completely changed and relaxed and Conrad knew his father must had worried about that for a long time after coming out to them. He sat and explained about the house in Alton and also the trust fund that was set up for him to buy any house on Hibiscus drive when one became available. "You could have brought number 3" Eddie said "if you had known before today". "So how much is in that trust then, I mean houses around here go for just under £900k" Eddie asked. Conrad looked at them both "£1.4 million and either way after five years the money is mine" he said. "Hell Conrad" Jody said looking at him "so that means in five years you get all that money?" she asked. Conrad nodded "If no houses come on the market then yes" he replied "the solicitors hold the trust fund". Sometimes you think you know what is going on in life, the three of them sat there in a very awkward silence for a moment, Eddie looked at Jody then Conrad, Jody looked at Conrad then back to Eddie and nodded. Conrad's father pushed the documents he had under his arm forward his hand resting on them. Eddie looked at his wife then Conrad "Conrad I have been offered a job in Australia" he said. "I see" he replied not looking to shocked "I wondered how long it would be" he said "is it close to gramps?" Conrad asked. "Yes" Eddie confirmed "we wanted to speak to you both before making a decision" he said. "You can come with us" his mother said before he could say anything. "No" Conrad replied and smiled "my life is here" he said "Simon wants me to take over from Jack". Eddie looked at him "Like a job?" he asked. Conrad smiled "Yes, £50k a year working the gardens of the manor" he confirmed. "Wow" Eddie said smiling and nodding "you certainly have got yourself sorted out Con, good for you". Jody held Conrad's hand "Darling this is happening quickly, we would need to be in Australia in 2 weeks". "So have you made up your mind?" Conrad asked looking at them both. "Nearly" his father confirmed "we needed to find out if we could get visas and they came through today". "We wanted to give you boys the option of coming with us so we had visas approved for you both" Jody told him. Conrad looked a little down "You have raised us and kind of done your job, you should do what is right for you both" he said. Eddie looked at him "We will have to sell this house though to buy a place in Perth" he said sounding sad. Conrad smiled "So sell it to me" he said looking at them both "that way it remains in the family". Jody looked at Eddie "This is happening then" she said then looked at Conrad "you sure you won't come?". "No" Conrad replied "I can visit you anytime out there" he said "what about Charlie? he asked. Jody nodded "He is going to finish his navy training then transfer to the Royal Australian Navy". Conrad looked saddened "He is going with you then" he said. "Yes" Eddie confirmed "but it won't be for a few years he still has to finish training". "I know that is going to be hard on you" Jody said holding Conrad's hand tighter. Conrad nodded "Yes but we are grown up now we need to follow our hearts" he said smiling at them. Eddie looked over at Conrad "So you seriously want to buy this house?" he asked. "Yes" Conrad replied quickly "how much do you need to buy a place?" he asked. "Gramps has put a deposit down on a 5 bedroom place just north of Perth about £400k I guess". Conrad looked at his father "I will buy it for £1 million it will help you get started over there". Monday morning Conrad called the solicitors and put the wheels in motion and told Simon of his parents plan whilst Jamal was outside cleaning the pool terrace. Simon felt sorry for Conrad hearing that his twin was also going to move to Australia, at the same time though he was hardly here what with the training. "Are you sure you are okay with this Conrad?" Simon asked looking concerned. He smiled and nodded "Yes, well I think so it will be lonely in the house" he admitted. Simon smiled "You can have Jack's room here if you want, just say the word" he offered. Conrad looked a little upset "I can't sleep in that bed" he said looking horrified "it holds to many memories". "I can get it replaced quickly" Simon said allaying his fear "even decorate it if you want". Conrad sat quietly for a moment "You seriously don't mind?" he asked. "No it is more a question if you forgive me enough to stay here when you want" Simon said sincerely. Conrad chuckled "I will never forgive you Simon" he replied "I like you and like being around you". Simon smiled "Good enough" he said calling Beth in and asking her to replace the bed in Conrad's room. Charlie was finding it hard to keep up with everything that had gone on when he arrived home to much celebration and a delayed Christmas. Joshua had gone home to Newcastle and was coming down at the weekend since they were back in training the following Monday. Thursday morning Conrad grabbed Charlie and took him up to the manor, he had been given permission to show Charlie around where he now worked. Charlie though was more interested in seeing this Jamal or Jam as Conrad referred to him as but was no where to be seen since Simon banned him from coming up whilst Conrad showed Charlie around. For the second time in his life Charlie met Simon and was invited in for lunch with them leaving shortly afterwards to visit his girlfriend. Conrad scratched his neck rubbing his fingers over the gold chain remembering the key. "I have something to do Simon" Conrad said lifting the chain and key over his head. Simon looked confused "What is that for?" he asked nodding to the key. "Jack left me a box hidden in the greenhouse that I have to give to you" Conrad said standing up. They both walked across the gardens to the greenhouse where Conrad counted three flagstones to the left and felt it give slightly. Simon helped him lift it up and retrieve a large metallic box that was quite heavy. Conrad sat down and used the key to open the lock and lift the lid. sheet covered the contents and there was a letter addressed to Simon that Conrad handed to him. Simon opened and read the letter quietly whilst Conrad lifted the sheet off to reveal bundles of £50 notes. "Dam" Conrad said looking at the numerous bundles of money "What is it all for?" he asked Simon. Simon put the letter down "Jack's instruction is a 50/50 split between Adam and yourself" he said. Conrad kept looking at it "Come on let's get this up to the manor" Simon said standing up. They walked back to the manor carrying the box where Conrad left Simon to deal with it heading back down to the greenhouse and filling in the hole left by the box replacing the flagstone securely. He returned back to the manor and completed some documents with Simon who joked that Jack was shrewd enough to move the money to avoid any death duties. In all there was half a million pound placed in an off shore account for Conrad and the same for Adam. Conrad sat down reeling at the amounts involved that Jack had left to him. "I have to fly to Monaco this weekend Conrad to deposit the money" Simon said looking up at him. Conrad chuckled "I don't want to know Simon, the less I know the better" he said. Simon laughed "Very wise, stay at the manor if you want Felix and Beth can look after you" he offered. "That's very kind of you Simon but Josh is coming down this weekend and we stay in a hotel" Conrad explained. "No" Simon said almost too abruptly then changing his tone "nonsense stay here, I trust you" Simon said kindly. Conrad smiled and walked round the desk sitting on Simon's lap and kissing him on the cheek "Thank you". Simon stroked his face "You know I use to fuck Jack over my desk" he said winking at Conrad. "Really?" Conrad asked "with all these things on it" he said. Simon laughed "Yes, he always picked them up after we finished" he replied staring at Conrad. Conrad laughed realising he was being moved on to the desk "Oh fuck" he giggled. Friday Conrad sat in the greenhouse close to Jamal showing him how to take a cutting from the hibiscus and potting it on to grow and new plant. They spent several hours creating a whole new batch of cuttings to grow and Jamal was enjoying himself for once happily talking away and revealing what life was like at his all boys boarding school. Conrad looked over at him "Is it true what they say about boarding school?" he asked. Jamal knew what he was getting at but played him a little "What is that?" he asked back looking at him. "You know" Conrad said hinting "is it like prison?" he now asked. Jamal laughed "Kind of" he replied potting another cutting "you mean fucking?" he asked looking at Conrad. "I suppose that is what I mean, does it really go on?" Conrad asked turning in his seat to face him. "Yes" Jamal replied "loads of blow and hand jobs go on constantly" he said. Conrad chuckled "I bet you were a good sucker" he said ducking when Jamal threw a handful of dirt in his way. "Cheeky little oik" Jamal snapped at him "you know what happens to oik's in boarding school" he teased. "No and don't call me that" Conrad replied unable to stop grinning at their playfulness "well?" he asked. Jamal made a ring with his thumb and finger "They end up lose down below from too much cock" he said smirking at Conrad. Conrad threw a handful of compost at Jamal "So are you lose then?" he asked laughing. Jamal "Dirty oik" he said chuckling then looked at Conrad "did you ever do it with the gardener?". Conrad stopped laughing and looked at him "What makes you think I am gay?" he asked in a shocked tone. "You ask way to many questions about boarding school and I bet you have a hard cock" Jamal replied. Conrad stood "Is that so" he said grabbing his cock that was not hard by any means. Jamal walked over to Conrad and rubbed his hand on Conrad's crotch squeezing and feeling "Not hard" he said. Conrad pushed his hand away, Jamal grabbed his hand pulled it against his crotch "I am though" Jamal said. Conrad tried to pull his hand away "Jam stop it" he said finding his hand being forced to massage Jamal's cock. "You want it oik" Jamal spoke in an incredibly sexy way "you want me inside you" he said. Conrad's hand began deeply massaging the cock freely feeling the fullness of it, Jamal slowly turned Conrad around. He had strength and Conrad now found himself bent over the work bench, only this time it was Jamal and not Jack standing behind him undoing his jeans. It was enough to freak Conrad out.

Note: I introduced a couple new elements I have no experience with, and I hope I got them mostly right. If they're wrong, I'm sure you'll tell me, and accept that THIS part is what makes it fiction. LOL ----------------------------- Part 3 The hips began to thrust, and I felt every inch of him inside me. His balls were smacking against mine - there was no warmup to this at all, not even a courtesy finger - and Rick fucked like an animal. It was everything I dreamed it would be. I found it hard to hold the cigar while we rocked back and forth, so I wedged it back in my jaw. Rick did likewise with his own, and continued to nail me. “You’re a filthy chaser, aren’t you,” he said. It was more of a statement than a question. “Mm-hmm,” I said, gasping for air. Man, this sensation in my ass was incredible! I thought it would hurt without the warmup and relaxation of the hole, but there was indeed enough lube to keep his dick from burning me from the inside out. I could feel it running down my buttcheeks on occasion. I drew hard on the cigar as best I could; being a novice with it, I was not successful. There was far more suck than there was smoke, and Rick said surprisingly little about it after the last command about it. Rick slowed down his strokes, and began to pull nearly out before thrusting back in. My hole loved this sensation. “Yeah, take it, you fucker,” he whispered. “This is… what you… goddamn bugchasers… deserve! I’m … gonna poz this hole… so fucking hard… you will never… want to chase… AGAIN!” I answered him not, and just let him do what he knew how to do best. At length, Rick removed my feet from their suspensions, and placed them over his shoulders. I held on to the straps of the sling for support as he pulled me deeper toward him. This was either heaven or hell, I couldn’t tell which. “Ugh… I came off my meds for this,” Rick said. “You better appreciate what I’m giving you.” That got my attention. “Was he…? No, he wouldn’t! This is just fantasy, this is just fantasy, part of the script, he’s not toxic…” I was mentally trying to convince myself that I was totally safe, and it was all talk. Part of the experience. I tried to not tighten up in reaction. Rick grew bored of this position quickly, finding he had nowhere to thrust to, so he stopped momentarily. “Get up, and go get in the chair,” he said with an effort. His breath was definitely shorter, and I could see already a sheen of sweat glistening. I pulled myself to standing, and instantly felt the lube run down my right leg. While getting my balance, I looked at the small puddle that formed on the mat beneath us. The lube was there, certainly, but something else. It looked a little red. “Must be a trick of the lighting,” I thought. I definitely didn’t FEEL like he tore me open. I turned round in the small chamber, and saw what he wanted. The leather chair I spied when we came in. As I got near it, I could see it was no ordinary seat. It looked… different somehow. It had a flat back, straps all over it, and two hard-looking footrests. “Is this a Lucifer chair?” I asked with interest. Rick didn’t answer the question, but gave a low, throaty chuckle. I climbed in, and continued smoking quietly. I wasn’t going to ruin the scene with a lot of chatter, or show any kind of uncertainty by babbling. Rick took away my cigar, strapped me in, and spread my legs. He then turned away, and his movements suggested he was putting something on his dick. My mind initially registered it as a cockring or maybe a shaft extender, but when I actually saw the weapon coming at me, it was wrapped in … chainmail? I looked at him quizzically but didn’t form a question. Rick saw my expression, and read it instantly. “This is a special kind of condom,” he said venomously. I was taken by surprise yet again. “A condom? That wasn’t what we agreed upon.” Rick pulled the cigar from between his teeth, and said fiendishly, “You’ll see.” As he came at me with this thing around his cock, I started to wonder what I got myself into. “Holy fuck, he’s serious,” I thought. “But that goes against... “ My train of thought abruptly ended there as the weapon now brushed against my hole. It was cold to the touch, and I felt something quite new rubbing against me. Before I could respond or even form a question, Rick was pushing into my hole, and it hurt like hell. I cried out and tried to back away from it. But back away to where? I was in a corner and seated with no clear exit, and strapped to the chair. “Shhh…” he cooed. “Just relax. This is supposed to hurt, and it’s part of the scene. Trust me.” From nowhere, he whips out a small brown bottle, uncaps it, and shoves it into one of my nostrils. I recognized it instantly. Poppers. And they were fairly new - still strong and heady. I inhaled deeply, knowing that it was beyond my control to do much else. Within seconds, I was flying. Rick at once detected it, grinned wickedly, and took a hit of them himself. He quickly recapped the bottle and flung it away from us. “That’s your only anesthetic,” he growled. And my hips began to rock again. I didn’t even notice him finish his entrance, and I just let him do the work, wincing all the while. Now that I knew what he was intending, I just laid back and let it happen. In between his grunts, Rick said something that sounded like, “Just open yourself up to all the pozzibilities I will show you.” The poppers made it sound distorted, so I wasn’t sure if he actually said it or whether I imagined it. I didn’t respond to it, lest it be the latter and he starts yelling at me again for talking out of turn. Rick continued to plow. His look was a mix of disgust and sheer ecstasy. “You dirty bugchasing fuck. I’m gonna teach you a lesson you won’t soon forget.” By now, the poppers had completely worn off, and I was feeling the full force of the thing inside me. And boy did it hurt. This was suddenly not fun for me. I needed to move my arms and legs. I needed that tearing up inside me to stop. I suddenly needed water. The room had grown unbearably hot between our activities, the humidity, and the smoke, and I needed a break. At last, I said, “Rick, I need … ow! You to stop --- fuck!” He considered this, and slowed his motions, then instantly began jackhammering my hole. “Nope! You’re done,” was his swift response. I couldn’t bear it anymore as I felt him rip me open from stem to stern. I had no coherent thoughts by this point, except an inward wish that he would cease his movements and I could die in peace. All I could do was cry out. But then his mood changed. He suddenly pulled himself out of me, and my hole welcomed the release. I put my head back as far as it would go, and just shut my eyes. "Shit, I was about to cum," he hissed. "I want this to last as long as possible." He pulled the strange device off, and I heard it hit the floor. Rick got down in a crouching position, and gently poked me with a finger. After a couple seconds, he took back his finger, and held it up before his eye. “Yep, as I thought!” He raised his open palm to me, and ordered, “Look. I’m showing you something.” I carefully opened one eye to see. His whole finger was a bright red colour, and this time, I was sure it wasn’t the light of the room. I suddenly remembered what this was called, and why he was doing it. The phrase “cruel condom” ripped through my brain, and now I had to accept it. He was genuinely pozzing me. That, or a damn convincing scene, I wasn’t sure which. And I wasn’t about to ask. All I could think of was the pain I was feeling at the moment. I returned to closing my eyes and feeling only pain. Rick only stood there over me, studying me, and letting his dick deflate a little while he hauled away on his cigar. He let me sit there, motionless, and just bleed. “This is all part of the process,” he said slowly. “It hurts now --” “I want out of this chair,” I interrupted. “There, there, you sick fuck, it will all be over soon, and you will be free.” There was something cryptic in that statement, but it was just talk. Just talk. The fantasy, right. “When he’s done fucking me, we’ll go upstairs, he’ll put an ice pack on my fanny and bandage me up, and all will be well,” I told myself. Alas, this was not to be.

I checked in on Louis a few times over the next few days. Tuesday night I got home and was sitting on the couch rolling a few joints when my phone buzzed. It was a message from Mike - “how the fuk do u stroke w/o hurting?” I laughed and replied “gentle. don’t try n get off in 15 seconds.” A few texts back and forth (each one more erotic than the last) and I was on my way over to his place. Mike greeted me at the door in just a pair of flannel boxers along with a big grin. We sat on the couch and Mike slid his boxers off. “How do you normally stroke?” I asked him. He looked embarrassed for a moment before realizing that was silly since that’s why I was here. He grabbed a fistful of cock and stroked about two seconds and then yelled out “Ow!” I chuckled and told him “I told you - gentle. It looks like you’re trying to yank it out of your body. Try just using two or three fingers and short strokes.” Mike tried it and gave me a funny look like it was doing nothing for him. “Try varying the pressure and the number of fingers until you find what feels good. You’re gonna have to train your dick to something different than the fist it’s used to” I said. I reached over and circled his cock with my thumb and forefinger and stroked gently. Switching to my thumb and middle finger, I could almost get all the way around. While he stayed hard, it didn’t seem to be getting him closer to an orgasm. I added a second finger with my thumb and then a third and that seemed to be the sweet spot. Once I added a little twist to the stroke, he really seemed to be enjoying it. I kept going, enjoying the feeling of this stud's cock in my hand as I jacked him. His eyes were closed and I wondered what he was imagining while I stroked him. “Oh fuck!” Mike yelled out and I felt his cock start to thicken. He reached out his hand and cupped it just in time to catch the first rope of cum that shot out. It was thick and white and shot out with some force. Two more shots fired out of his cock as my strokes slowed down. I stopped stroking and the next three spurts of cum were not as hard and then the last pulses of his cock just dribbled out. It was hard not to lean down and suck all of the cream off his cock but until the piercing had healed the last thing he needed was my spit all over it. Mike’s chest stopped heaving and he looked over at me with a huge smile. “Thanks, man. I needed that” Mike said to me. “No problem. I guess now you know what works with that fuckin hot cock of yours” I replied. I looked directly into his eyes and said "So, ya mind helping me out too?" He looked back at me suspiciously and said "What do you have in mind?" I gave another grin and said "You should probably learn how to suck a pierced cock so you can give pointers to the guys when they suck you." Mike chuckled and replied "I've sucked my share of pierced dicks. I think I can talk the guys through it to avoid the teeth banging and gagging." I was disappointed, but I had another idea. "Well, then, I guess you're just gonna have to give up your ass, cuz I'm not leaving here blueballed" I said confidently. "You think so, huh?" Mike replied, smirking. "Mmhmm. you cant fuck until your dick is healed so you either suck me or let me fuck you. Your choice" I said back to him. I really wanted the fuck, but either would be fine with me. He shook his head but a grin grew across his face. He stood up slowly, kicked off his boxers and then kneeled on the sofa with his head over the back. I wasn't going to give him a chance to change his mind and stood up and dropped my jeans. Going commando was a smart move and my cock had soon grown to full length. I kneeled down and pulled his muscled ass cheeks apart. There wasn't much hair on his ass or legs and I wasted no time in burying my face between the muscled globes. "Ahh, fuck. That beard feels so fucking good on my ass..." he said and then a few moments later added "Oh shit, your tongue is even better" as I began to eat his hole out. He reached back and spread his butt cheeks wider and I rewarded him by slipping my tongue inside. The taste was incredible and I kept breathing deep to experience his scent. My cock was as rigid as it had ever been and started to leak on to the rug. I was conflicted, I loved rimming his ass but I badly wanted to fuck him. The compromise was to tongue fuck him for a few more minutes before I gave my dick a chance. When he squeezed his ring around my tongue, I knew it was time. I stood up and my cock was pointing straight out, the head covered in a sheen of precum. I played with his hole for a few seconds, dragging my piercing over his hole several times before pushing it in. Mike let out a low quiet growl as the PA and then the head made their way just inside the outer ring. I pulled off my sleeveless tee and leaned forward, resting my hairy chest on his back. Mike arched his back and my hips began to rock, pushing the steel and flesh deeper inside. He wasn't really tight, but was working his ass muscles to let me in while also keeping a firm grip on my shaft. As much as his appearance and demeanor oozed "100% top", the experience I was getting from his ass told a different story. Mike was a talented bottom. I held his hands on the back of the couch while I pumped in faster. He leaned his head back on my shoulder and let out several moans while my hips bounced off his muscled ass cheeks. I drilled him like this for several minutes before I was fighting off the impending orgasm. My cock slid out of him and I tugged on his hips, whispering "on your knees, down on the floor" in his ear. Mike slid off the couch and backed up, bracing his hands on either side of his body on the sofa's bottom cushions. The break was just long enough to keep my dick hard and let my balls relax. My hands spread his butt apart again and while kneeling on one knee I slid right back in. This time I was more forceful and Mike seemed to be into it. "Oh god that feels so good. That's why I wanted to get a PA" Mike moaned out. Only a few minutes into this position and he was working his ass back into each of my thrusts. The slap of skin filled the room and the mixture of precum and spit inside his hole were giving off their usual heavenly sounds. We kept going like this for a while, both of us moaning or grunting depending on the intensity of my thrusts. I was getting close again, but didn't want to cum quite yet. Slowing down the pace, I then shoved in hard and left myself planted for a moment. My cock slowly withdrew until the head and piercing popped free and I snarled "On your back." Mike crawled up on the couch and laid back, his ass hanging off the edge and still gaping a little. He grabbed his legs and pulled them back, showing a lot more agility than I expected from his muscled body. Grinning back at him, I guided my slick cock back to his exposed hole. My cock toyed with his hole while I wrapped my fist around his very hard shaft. I saw a mixture of emotions in his eyes while I stood there. There was desire in his eyes, which I assumed was him needing my cock back inside him. There was pain, probably from his new piercing in his engorged cock. And there was pleasure from the fuck so far. In one swift motion, I planted my cock back inside his warm chute and flexed my hand around his cock. Mike's eyes got big, just like the smile on his face. I kept flexing my hand as my cock pumped in and out. Before too long his breathing started to get labored and then I felt him start to clamp down on my cock. My grunts got louder and turned into a growl while I stared deep into his eyes. With a few more squeezes with my hand, I aimed his cock back just in time to watch the first rope shoot out and land on his clean shaven face. The next few seconds were a blur as his ass milked my own load out. Three days worth of built up cum shot like a cannon out of my cock, painting the walls of his guts with my thick cream. Focusing again on the stud that I was balls deep in, all I saw in his face was pleasure along with cum dripping off his chin. We each fired off a few last jets of cum, Mike's landing on his chest and mine adding to the pool inside him. As my breathing returned to normal, I leaned in and licked the cum off his chin before feeding it to him. He sucked my tongue into his mouth, leaving my tongue coated in his spit not his cum. My cock started to soften and I pulled it out, watching some cum dribble down his ass. I ran my finger up the center of his chest, scooping up some more of his jizz before sucking it off my finger. Grabbing my jeans, I pulled them on and then put my shirt back on. I kept staring back at him and his eyes were fixed on me too. With my boots laced, I said "I hope that cock is as talented as your ass." He grinned back at me and replied "I think so, but it needs time to heal and shit like this didn't help. It's sore as fuck right now." I chuckled and said "Well, next time I'll just tie your hands behind your back and fuck you doggy. That should make it easier on your dick." Walking to the door I turned and gave him a wink before walking out and going back to home. When I got there I looked at my phone and I had a message from Mike. "Thursday?"

Since you freaks can't wait, I'll put in the 2nd part now. ------------------- Part 2 Rick led me down the narrow steps into the basement of the brownstone, still grasping my dick. I could smell a little mildew and the remains of a recently-burned cigar. The beige-carpeted floor seemed unusually stiff under my feet. To my great surprise, we encountered no cobwebs that basements are known for growing. Rick opened a door on his right, which led to an enclosed room with the furnace and water heater, and another door beyond them. Rick unlocked this door, finally releasing my throbbing cock (which was begging for release at the anticipated event). He went into the lightless room, flipped a switch on the wall, and it was suddenly illuminated in dark red. I could make out a sling, shelving on one wall with a variety of bottles that I assumed were either lube or alcohol, a large number of small identical cases that were probably porn DVDs, and an odd-looking chair in an opposite corner. The details of the room were not immediately clear to me, and the deep red of the lights confused my view. Rick closed the door, and ordered me to strip naked. As I did so, he stood silently against the wall and watched me. I gathered up my clothes, which he took and placed somewhere on the other side of the dungeon. “Hop in the sling,” Rick ordered. “I’ll be just a minute.” I did as he instructed, and climbed into the sling. The springs squeaked under my weight, and I began to put my feet through the holders. As I was doing this, Rick was doing something that I couldn’t clearly see, and I heard movement, but my activity with the feet kept me from focusing on whatever he was doing. I heard a drawer open, a little rustling, two sharp snaps, and the drawer closing. I had my feet elevated fairly quickly and awaited his return. I heard a metallic “click”, then the hiss of a torch. The sudden illumination allowed me to see that he was lighting not one but TWO thick cigars. He got the cherry burning in each, and the room was suddenly fragrant with the odor of sweet tobacco. Rick walked over to me and stuck one of the cigars in my mouth. “We’re going to blacken your lungs, faggot,” he said with a shift in his voice. I started to protest, “I don’t smoke, buddy,” but he stuck it in my mouth mid-sentence. “Trust me, you do now. You wanna be a poz pig like me? This is part of that. Optional, but much better if you give in to it. Let me know if it’s too strong for you.” I took a draw on the stick. The acrid taste of burning tobacco filled my mouth, and although I expected it to be akin to a mouthful of fire, it was not. Not one bit. Smooth and cool, and actually quite flavourful. It was clear I had no say in this matter, so I at least gave it a chance. I stuck the big thing in my jaw, and just got used to the feeling. I think I like a cock there better, but whatever. Rick walked to the shelf with the bottles and kept his back to me. I had correctly guessed they were lube bottles. He took one down, popped it open, and turned it upside down to pour into his hand. He might have been checking the thickness of the lube because he closed it loudly, put the bottle back on the shelf, wiped his hands, and got a different one. Rick opened the new bottle, poured some into his other hand, and closed the lid. “This’ll do.” He returned to the sling and placed the bottle in the holder. I tried to regulate my breathing, but between anxiety and the unexpected cigar, it resulted in a lot of loud exhalations. Rick noticed the gar burning in my jaw, and with annoyance, he said, “Hey, those are expensive. Smoke it right or die.” I took the burning rod in my hand and let instinct guide me on smoking it, though I had no idea what I was doing. Rick placed his own cigar in a nearby ashtray, and began to undress. His body was almost totally white as if he had never spent an hour in the sun in his life. The frame was just as I remembered - slender with no muscular development, and a bit of a paunch at the bottom of his abdomen. His dick was a sight to behold - a good eight or nine inches with no foreskin, average thickness, and curved slightly upward. I didn’t get a good look at his ballsack, but I remember they were not particularly droopy. A brown mole sat on the right side of his pelvis. And then I saw something new -- a small but unmistakable biohazard tattoo on the opposite side. Why had I not noticed it before? “Oh, right”, I thought to myself. “He was wearing a jockstrap that night in the bathhouse. The waistband probably covered it so it would be a surprise for anyone lucky enough to remove it.” Rick took the lube bottle in his hand and slicked himself up. Then he brought the bottle right to my butthole and squeezed it hard to get the lube inside me. He began to push hard on the bottle as well, and I felt the breach of plastic in my sphincter. “Ouch,” I said. “Take it easy.” “I thought I told you to smoke, fucker.” This guy had flipped a switch since we were upstairs. I was no longer with a trusted friend, but a guy bent on doing some damage to me for the fun of it. I found myself holding my breath a bit while this passed through my mind. Then Rick replaced the bottle in the holder, crossed the room again, and after wiping his hands, took up his cigar again. He pulled hard on it, and turned back to me. His nose jet resembled a dragon, ready to spit flame and fire at me. It was fucking hot. I was now more acclimated to the cigar, and the room began to get a little foggy. Rick returned to me, and bent over my waiting form in the sling. He got right in my face, and said, “This is your last warning. Are. You. Sure. Because when this train begins, there is no stopping it until you are bred.” Again with the doubt! I trusted him, and while I was enjoying the dominance he was displaying, his demeanour was not something I had mentally prepared for. My mind screamed, “Do not do this!” But I brushed it away, and all hope of reversing this scene was lost when I answered him, “I have to know. I want to be a poz pig.” He weighed my answer with no change of emotion or expression, and without warning, he rammed his cock into me. I winced in surprise, almost burning my chest with the lighted cigar. “Then welcome to hell,” he growled in a low voice. “You’re going to die today. But don’t forget - you asked for it!!”

Part 8 - February Frozen In Time Conrad put on his coat and grabbed a coffee then went to sit outside in the cold January morning, having at last spent a day without masturbating allowing his sore cock some respite. He wondered if he was turning in to a degraded pervert constantly needing to blow his load every time he thought of Jack. What was even more weird was how he found it exhilarating sitting in the cold air looking at his aunties flower bed reminding him of when Jack had assaulted him outside cutting his cheek. He chuckled to himself totally chilled out and enjoying the peace and quiet. Max arrived and grabbed a coffee walking outside, he leaned down and kissed Conrad on the cheek taking him by surprise and sitting down next to him. "You told your parents then?" Max asked already knowing the answer "how have they taken it?". Conrad put his cup down "Not sure, my father is upset" he replied "just wish Charlie and..." he stopped himself. Max chuckled "Charlie told me you have a thing for sailors" he said sipping his coffee. Conrad rolled his eyes "Does Charlie tell you everything?" he asked looking at him. "Of course" Max replied "What about Harry though?" he now asked. Conrad sat in silence for a moment "To be honest I have tried to forget about him" he replied. "You never contacted him?" Max asked looking surprised. "No" he replied "I don't see any point" Conrad said then looked down "what if he is the one?". Max looked at Conrad "Do you like him?" he asked. Conrad shrugged his shoulder "I don't even know him" he said "I know he can punch" he chuckled. "He hasn't been seen around the bar for months now" Max informed him "even my wife asked her gay friends". Conrad sat up "And there has been no sight of him?" he asked looking concerned. "No" he replied "someone did say he got a job in the city" Max said "but he never hangs out around here now". Conrad nodded "Maybe I should just check in within him make sure he is okay". Max smiled and stood up "Come on back inside" he said "and if you don't contact him... well you will never know". It was the jolt Conrad needed and the following morning he sat there holding his phone for several minutes and finally sending a message to Harry apologising for not being in touch and asking if he was okay. He could see the message had been delivered but remained unread for most of the day. It took Conrad all this time to realise he had never truly got over Harry despite not even really knowing him, Harry had got in to his head though and the more he thought of him the more he found he wanted to explore any possibility that may exist. The subtle way he toyed and teased Conrad, his mischievous little grin and boyish looks, maybe he was in love with Harry but could not see it. Their trip to London was over so quickly and they were setting off for the drive back to Hampshire. Harry was sat up in bed in his swanky flat overlooking the city, he knew the text by heart but kept reading it dithering and not knowing how to answer Conrad. Moham came out of the bathroom dressed for a meeting and kissed Harry on the head, frequently popping over early morning before going to the office mixing a little business with a lot of pleasure. "Harry just answer it then either delete it or whatever" Moham said noticing he was still distracted. Harry nodded "In a minute I will" he said getting out of bed. Moham put his watch on looking at Harry "Come in at lunchtime Harry and get that sorted out" he said. Harry got back in to bed and watched Moham leave, reading the text message again he thought hard and began typing his response to Conrad. Sitting there for a moment with his finger poised over the send button he hit it and locked his phone putting it on silent. Picking up his work phone he browsed through the emails received since yesterday to see if anything needed immediate attention before taking a shower. Conrad felt his phone buzz in his pocket and hurriedly pulled it out and saw he had a message from Harry. Quickly opening it he read it and read it again, a tear fell from his eye seeing the words the from Harry 'You put me through ups and down and I can't explain why or get over you yet you still rip my heart out every time I think or see you, I don't even know you yet this is what you have done to me. It is best we leave it there I can't copy with that happening any more'. Wiping his eyes he put the phone back in his pocket unaware his father had been watching him through the mirror, he really felt heartbroken and knew he should have gone back to Harry when Max sent him his number. When they arrived home Conrad said nothing and went up to his bedroom and laid down trying to make sense of his life. Eddie knocked on the door and walked in catching Conrad wiping his eyes again. "That text you got in the car was it from Charlie's friend?" his father asked. Conrad looked at his father who closed the door "No, someone else who I realised I was fond of" he replied. Eddie sat on the bed "They blew you off?" he asked "you have always been the sensitive one Con" he said trying his best at consoling him. "He says I rip his heart out but we don't know each other apart from when he punched me" Conrad said. Eddie stifled a laugh "Sorry I didn't mean to laugh" he said sincerely. Conrad smiled "It was my fault I called him a queer" he said "now look at me just a fucking queer". "Conrad!" his father looked angry "don't ever use that language in this house" he told him off going to town. "Sorry father" Conrad said laying back down on the bed "I need Charlie here he would know what to do". Eddie patted his leg "Love can swipe your legs right from under you Conrad, you just have to deal with it". Conrad nodded "I'm sorry for being such a mess" he said in frustration. "Come down to dinner" Eddie said standing up "we love you son it just take us oldies more time to adjust". He joined them for dinner and opened up a bit more about Harry and the incident in London but left out the gay for pay part to spare them and himself the indignity of it, surprisingly both parents were supportive. Towards the middle of January Conrad was busy revising for the next part of his exam which was a practical in a few days time, he had no idea why they would do practical exams outside in January when you couldn't even get a fork in the ground. It had been a good week speaking to Charlie and Joshua twice who were now sailing up towards the Bahamas before a trip along the east coast of the US then across the Atlantic to Portsmouth for the start of March. The following week he was glad the exam was done and sent Jack a text to let him know how it had gone. Despite his urge to text Harry he decided not to thinking that was that, so preoccupied by Harry that by the weekend he realised there had been nothing from Jack so he strolled up to the manor Saturday morning. Simon spotted him and walked down the stairs opening the front doors just as Conrad came through the gate, he looked tired and upset calling Conrad over. It was the first time he had seen or spoken to him since that night and had to hold back his anger towards him. "Conrad, I think you better come in" Simon said going back inside leaving the door open. Conrad walked in closing the door "What is wrong?" he asked looking at him "Jack?" he suddenly blurted out. Simon went over and hugged him "He is upstairs and is in a very bad way". Conrad cried out and went running up the stairs with Simon following him, he rushed through the bedroom doors and fell to his knees crying. Jack was hooked up to a ventilator and wires going to a monitor showing his life signs. Simon knew this was coming since his last bout of illness but even he broke down seeing Conrad in such a state. All the time Jack went on about Conrad, he only now saw first hand how truly attached Conrad and Jack had become through their friendship. The initial shock overwhelmed Conrad and eventually he calmed down and went to sit by his side, Simon closed the doors softly and left them alone. Conrad visited every evening and stayed for many hours holding Jack's hand who was in an unresponsive state. Sunday afternoon at the close of January it was cold and snow flurries filled the air, Conrad was sat with Jack holding his hand as usual and giving Simon a break who left with the doctor. Conrad talked about plants and what he had been learning that week when he felt Jack squeeze his hand gently. He cried a lot sitting there and Simon had been frank and honest telling him it was only a matter of days. The one person in life who apart from Charlie that knew Conrad inside out was lying in this frail state. He held on to Jack's hand tighter like he was letting him know he was here. Conrad stroked Jack's arm and spent time looking at his various tattoos mumbling away to him about them. He found the scorpion on his bicep that he never really noticed or paid attention to it before. The stinger part had drops painted in red landing on a skull and crossbones, underneath was a cupid holding the letter A and a hibiscus flower entwinned around the letter C. Conrad got his phone out and took a picture of it not understanding the significance of them, he knew it would really upset his parents but he wanted to get the scorpion one done in honour of Jack and everything he had done for him. Something about it just reminded him so much of Jack, Simon walked in just as he took the picture. "He was always proud of those tattoos, symbolised many things in his life" Simon said sitting next to Conrad. Conrad put his phone away "I never really paid much notice to them" he said looking at Simon. "You getting one done yourself?" Simon asked "ah, the scorpions tail and the drops of venom". Conrad smiled looking at Jack "It is your venom inside both of us" he said. Simon remained silent for several minutes "You took advantage of me that night" Conrad said glancing at him. "I know" Simon confessed "I did warn you" he said standing up feeling he should leave. Conrad patted the seat "Sit down Simon" he said "Jack and I are brothers of sorts, we both have your virus". Simon smirked "Yes you have both inherited my DNA" he replied. Conrad glanced at him "I guess Harry is as well?" he asked but nodded answering his own question. "You got Jack's strain as well" Simon remarked and Conrad looked at him "yes he told me he finally got you good in the greenhouse". "It doesn't mean I forgive you" Conrad said in mild anger "you must have known I didn't understand". Simon looked at Jack "You will either love or hate me Conrad same as Jack did" he said. "You reckon?" Conrad replied "I can't get past the anger towards you at the moment" he said blinking back tears. Simon spoke softly "Jack loved two people Adam and me but he for some reason he completely adored and love you even more". Conrad looked at Simon "He never said anything to me" he said looking sad. "Jack's way, if he had told you then things would have got complicated and hard just like now" Simon explained. Conrad sniffed "Jack is one brutal arse wrecker" he said half smiling looking at Jack. Simon chuckled and patted his shoulder "That is why I would never let him lose on my arse". "One day he held me in his arms and looked me in the eye like he was making love to me" Conrad admitted. Simon smiled "He probably was Conrad, you really don't understand how much he really thought of you". Conrad shook his head and ran his hand along Jack's arm stroking it lovingly, the snow began to fall heavily and coated the land in a brilliant whiteness against the dark clouds. Just as darkness was creeping in the heart monitor flatlined, his body finally unable to fight any longer. Jack passed away peacefully with Conrad holding his hand. Simon reached over grabbing Conrad and hugging him tightly feeling every heart breaking sob from Conrad entering in to his body. Simon could hear the hurt and devastation in his cries, he pushed Simon away and leaned over kissing Jack one last time then walked out without a word to Simon. Crying all the way out of the manor, Simon watched from the window then turned to Jack and kissed him on the forehead placing the sheet over him then looked out the window again just as Conrad turned to look up 'stupid kid' he said upset, annoyed and angry. Simon turned the light off and placed the call to the undertakers and doctor. He stood there unsure if he was angry at Conrad or Jack, in the darkness he sat talking to Jack until the doctor arrived. Conrad walked in to the house and his mother came out of the sitting room and saw his tear streaked face, she ran over and hugged him knowing full well what it meant. He spent the rest of the evening trying to be consoled by his parents. The loss of Jack hit him badly and he spent the next few days in his bedroom unable to face or talk to anyone. His heart truly broken and bursting in to bouts of tears, thankfully he had a week off college which did nothing to help his sadness frequently breaking down during the day and crying himself to sleep at night. There had been no movement at the manor and many of the neighbours dropped flowers off as word spread of Jack passing away. Simon locked himself away sorting out the arrangements, he sent a few messages to some of the wealthy people that Jack had come to know from their parties telling them the funeral would be on Friday at 2pm. Simon pondered at first but eventually wrote an invitation to Conrad telling him the arrangements. Joshua was devastated seeing Conrad looking so upset and desperately wanted to be there for him, Charlie was the same and provided some comfort for Joshua who was badly upset and wanted to hold Conrad. Jody heard the doorbell ring and placed the tea towel down to answer the front door. "I'm sorry to disturb you so late I have this for Conrad" Simon said handing the envelope over. Jody looked at him "Simon isn't it, from the manor?" she asked. Simon nodded "Yes, it is Jack's funeral arrangements" he said nodding to the envelope. "My condolences" she said sympathetically "do you want to come in for a cup of tea or something?" Jody asked him. "No thank you" Simon said shaking his head "it has been a hard time" he said walking away back up the road. Conrad sat there looking at it in his bedroom wondering if Simon did it as a friend or just because he thought he should. He read it again, the service was at 2pm and burial at 3pm at a small church and cemetery that was within walking distance of Hibiscus Drive. It was a place Jack had already chosen having loved the spot when he tended the gardens before working at the manor. Adam was hunched over in tears in Moham's office Monday morning having just heard the news. Harry stood there unsure what was going until Moham explained to him that he was to accompany Adam and him on Friday to a funeral. Harry learnt that Adam had been having a long term fling with Jack for years whenever they could meet up. Harry brought Adam back to his flat and spent the evenings comforting and talking with him. They left Chelsea helipad just after lunchtime on Friday, Adam over the initial shock was pretty much back to himself and the helicopter landed just before 1pm. Conrad heard it arriving having no idea who it was and cared even less. The small private funeral would be a few people who Jack had been acquainted with, having been disowned by his family years ago he made strict instructions his family were not to be invited or told. Moham was first out of the helicopter and walked over to meet Simon, Adam got out and held Harry back for a moment. "Harry this will be hard but you must hold in any anger towards Simon" Adam said looking him in the eye. Harry looked towards Simon "There is no more anger Adam" he said "I don't want to speak to him". Adam shook his head "Harry you must at least be pleasant to him, Moham is friends both personally and business with him" he warned Harry. Harry nodded but unable to stop himself he gave Simon daggers when they looked at each other, this was the reason why Simon never had guys back that he had converted or stealthed. Simon though smirked and ignored him instead he went over to Adam and hugged him commenting he had been away too long from the manor and should visit. Simon couldn't help notice that Harry kept glancing out of the window like he was looking for someone. Conrad showered and got a black shirt and trousers out, it was the best he could do not having a proper suit for this type of occasion. He had already decided to skip the service and wait until the funeral party left then he would say his good bye to Jack alone. The limousine left the manor behind the hearse followed by a second one with Harry and Adam. Simon looked to number 8 and told the driver to wait a moment to see if Conrad would appear but it was quiet, a few ladies down the road had turned out to watch despite the cold wind blowing. "Who are you waiting for?" Moham asked Simon. "Hmm" Simon said "Oh, the lad Jack was teaching thought he might be attending" he replied. Moham nodded "Did I see him at the last party?" he asked. Simon shook his head "No, Conrad kept clear" he said. "Conrad?" Moham said looking at him "does he know Harry?" he asked. "I don't know" Simon replied glancing at him "he is a bit of a country boy, dam good fuck though". Moham chuckled "I am sure Harry told me he was in the garden when we left" he added looking at number 8. "Maybe they do know each other" Simon said trying to think back if Conrad had ever mentioned him. "If it is him he screamed a lot when I broke him in" Moham said smiling. Simon laughed "Anyway he is not talking to me at the moment" he said grinning. "Not another one" Moham said looking at Simon nodding "he was straight when I did him" Moham added. "Not so straight now Moham, he had sex with Jack in the greenhouse quite a few times" Simon informed him. Moham chuckled "Amazing what a little money will do to straight lads" he chuckled "brings out their gay side". Simon laughed "You are kidding me?" he asked "he was an escort in London?". "Far from it" Moham replied "but dangle a tempting carrot and well they come back for more very quickly". "What's the deal with you and this Harry then?" Simon asked wondering why he brought Harry with him. Moham smiled "Works for me as my assistant" he replied "and I am very fond of him". Simon turned to look at him "Adam's replacement?" he asked smiling "have you freed him up?". Moham laughed "I knew you still had a soft spot for Adam" he said "and he has a soft spot for Harry". Simon sat back smiling "Complicated lives they lead" he remarked. "Harry is in love with Conrad" Moham said "has been since the day they first met". Simon looked in surprise "Really?" he replied. Moham nodded "He thinks I don't know but I can see the hurt in his eyes when he thinks about him". "Well maybe Harry and you should come stay more often" Simon suggested "see if they can sort it out". Moham sat back "Looks like you have new neighbours Simon" he said nodding to the removals truck unloading. Simon looked "Number 3, I never heard it was up for sale" he replied tapping for the chauffeur to drive on. The Egginghams who lived at number 3 didn't even have time to get the for sale sign up, their house was purchased within the day of going on sale two months ago and now they had moved out and the Emir family were moving in, the mother was looking at the hibiscus bed out of the front when she noticed the limousine waiting outside number 8. Jamal her son walked over interested in seeing what was going on. Your typical 19 year old rebellious teenager, Jamal stood at five feet ten inches with jet black hair that was unruly and unkept. Deep brown eyes and his left eyebrow was pierced, he was attractive despite his unkept appearance by letting his hair do whatever it wanted. His skin a very subtle tanned shade of northern Morocco, his mother married a Moroccan business man and Jamal had inherited his fathers hair, eyes, cock and body type. His body was slim and tight with a perfect muscle definition that never changed no matter what he ate, his shining glory was the eight inches of thick prime meat. He was very proud of his ancestry but preferred to go by the name of Jam and was very English by nature. Over the past year at the all boys boarding school Jamal had found a use for his cock bedding quite a few of the other closet cases. He never classed himself as gay and a hole was just a hole for him to stick his cock in and get some pleasure. "Assume that must be there son" Simon said his eyes lighting up. Moham burst out laughing "Simon can you not think of anything else" he said. Simon smiled "You know me Moham!" he said as the limousine passed the gates on to the main road. Exiting from the limousines the 10 or so people congregated Harry avoiding Simon much as possible stood on his own whilst Adam and Moham chatted to the other guests, no one made any mention of Conrad but Simon was frequently looking around to check if he turned up. Conrad left home and noticed the removal van in the driveway of number 3, there was no one around when he walked past so Conrad continued on his way. He arrived just as the coffin was being carried out of the church to the graveyard, he waited out of sight from the group now congregating around the grave. Conrad recognised the Arab guy and there walking behind him with a tallish very attractive guy was Harry, his heart felt like it sank in his chest seeing him again. Harry looked very smart in his black suit and Conrad couldn't work out why he would be travelling with the Arab man, surely Harry didn't know Jack so why would he be here. He waited patiently and watched the coffin being lowered wiping his eyes, Simon took a handful of dirt from the pot and dropped it on the coffin now hidden from view. He watched Harry watching Adam and Moham grabbing some dirt and letting it fall on to the coffin, they stood silently for a moment. Conrad blinked back more tears and watched the group slowly turn and head back to the church, Simon stood there alone for a moment. He couldn't help but feel sorry for Simon and wanted to go over and hug him, to make everything alright. Simon turned and walked slowly back towards the church, Conrad stepped out and walked over feeling the cold February wind against his face. He stood and looked down in to the grave at the beautiful white coffin, he couldn't hold back anymore and stood with his head in his hands sobbing trying to keep the noise down. Simon and the group came out of the church and started heading back towards the limousines, he took a look over at the grave and saw the lonely figure with his head in his hands crying. A tear trickled down Simon's face seeing Conrad so heartbroken. "Go ahead guys" Simon said quickly wiping his eyes and holding back. Harry turned to look "Conrad" he muttered quietly. Moham held him back "Let Simon go an talk to him please Harry" he said holding Harry's arms Adam looked at the back of Conrad "My god he looks devastated". "He knew Jack from 7 years old apparently, Simon told me they had a very close friendship" Moham said. Simon stopped few meters away hearing Conrad talking to Jack 'I will never forget you Jack, you showed me so many wonderful things and made me fall in love with plants and you in a way. Who would have thought the 7 year old me would end up being your friend, certainly not either of us I think. I wanted something to remember you by so I will get that scorpion tattoo you have on your arm done on mine, it is the right thing to do as it will remind me of the pain you have put me through this week' Conrad stopped and wiped his eyes that seemed to stream constantly. He cleared his throat 'Oh I brought you something I hope you will like it' Conrad took out thirteen hibiscus petals 'one petal for every year I knew you' he dropped them in one by one sobbing quietly again. Conrad pulled one hibiscus flower out of his pocket 'This to remind you where it all began, I picked it from the front gate of the manor but don't tell Simon' he dropped the flower in to the grave. Conrad knew this was his final farewell and he was getting so overwhelmed with grief, he fell to his knees and sobbed. Simon heartbroken by what he saw rushed forward. "Come on Conrad" Simon said helping him up wiping his own eyes "Jack would have loved that". Conrad turned to Simon and hugged him "I miss him Simon" he said breaking down again "my god I miss him". "I'm so sorry Conrad" Simon held him tighter "I know how much you meant to each other" Conrad nodded "I'm sorry for leaving you like that on Sunday" he said sniffing. "Doesn't matter Conrad, come back to the manor" Simon suggested. Conrad shook his head "No I don't think so I am a mess" he replied. Simon held Conrad back in his arms "I need you to come back with me Conrad" he said looking at him. "Its awkward" Conrad simply replied. "Ah" Simon said looking over at Harry "things are only awkward if you make them awkward Conrad". Conrad wiped his eyes "Yeah but I don't think Harry would see it that way" he said. Simon shook his head "It is not about Harry today, that is his problem to deal with" he said. "No" Conrad said "I want to stay here a while, talk to Jack and say good bye". They hugged allowing themselves a few minutes to grieve together in private holding hands, Simon seeing this as a little thawing between them. Harry stood by the limousine watching them whilst Moham and Adam watched Harry noticing how besotted he was and unable to take his eyes off Conrad. Adam finally got a view of Conrad, he was young and very attractive albeit full of sadness, Adam wiped Harry's face and kissed him on the cheek. Harry was beginning to get upset himself and would have loved nothing more than to go over and comfort Conrad, the reality was both of their encounters had not been overly friendly. "Okay so now I understand" Adam said putting his arm around Harry's shoulder. Harry looked at him "Understand what?" he asked. Adam nodded towards Conrad "Why don't you go over and say hello" he suggested. Harry shook his head "No, things never seem to go well when we meet" he said getting in to the limousine. Harry looked out the limousines window at Simon who was walking back alone, Conrad sat on one the chairs provided and stared in to the grave shutting the world out. Adam looked at Moham who looked at Simon who smiled briefly. "You alright Simon?" Moham asked looking concerned. "No" Simon replied looking back at Conrad "I am worried about Conrad it has hit him badly I don't know what to do for him". "Is he coming back to the manor?" Moham asked, Simon shook his head glancing back at Conrad again. "You two go with Harry in the limo" Adam said "let me go speak with him see if I can bring him around". "Good luck trying that" Simon said walking towards the limousine "he doesn't like me much at the moment". Adam walked over and sat next to him "So you knew Jack then?" he asked Conrad staring at the coffin. Conrad nodded "I knew every nook and cranny of his body" Adam said "I guess you would have been 11 at the time". "I never saw you" Conrad said raising his head looking at Adam "he never spoke of anyone else". Adam smiled "No he wouldn't have, but he spoke of you constantly, the budding flower he called you". Conrad smiled for once "So many times he would rape me in the greenhouse" Adam said lovingly. Conrad chuckled "You as well" he said "I'm Conrad" he held out his hand and Adam took it. "Adam" he replied smiling at Conrad "It was your 16th birthday when he immortalised you" Adam said. "Sorry?" Conrad asked looking confused by his statement. Adam smiled "He had a flower tattooed on his arm with your initial" he told Conrad "next to mine with cupid". Conrad got his phone out and looked at the picture he took "Oh my god" he said noticing it again. Exactly how Adam described it there it was "I was with him the day he got it done" Adam said. "Were you in love with each other?" Conrad asked. Adam smiled "God yes but we are chalk and cheese and it would never have worked living together" he said. "Oh I see" Conrad said then chuckled again "he liked it rough, weirdly it was very passionate". Adam smiled and lifted his jacket sleeve to show his wrist "You have the J and cupid tattooed" Conrad said. "Yes" Adam replied pulling his sleeve down "you should get the J and flower tattooed" he suggested. Conrad nodded "Thank you for showing me that and yes I will along with scorpion I liked" he said. Adam smiled "That dam scorpion he loved that tattoo. How about we get it done together?" he asked. "Yes" Conrad said immediately "my parents will freak out but I need to do it". Adam put his arm around Conrad and kissed him on the cheek "Come back to the manor with me". Conrad shook his head "No I can't" he replied thinking of Harry. "Yes you can" Adam said standing up "Harry is quite upset seeing you like this". Conrad stood up "I know when I am beaten" he said looking at the coffin "see you in a month". Conrad wiped his eyes and Adam put his arms around him shedding a few tears "Bye my lover" Adam said. Adam walked with his arm around Conrad and sat him in the limousine for the short drive back to Hibiscus Manor. Conrad sat in silence lost in his own thoughts holding Adam's hand providing much comfort that he needed right now. He had no idea what to say to Harry or even if he wanted to talk to him. Slowly he walked through the doors in to the library that doubled up as a formal room and one that he had never see before. Simon smiled seeing Conrad walk in with Adam and picked up a glass for champagne for them both, he briefly caught Harry's eye having to look away for fear of another embarrassing episode with him. Simon tapped his glass and the rest of the group stopped talking and looked towards Simon 'Gentlemen, it has been one of the hardest few weeks I have had to endure and I know how fond of Jack many of you were. I thought I was prepared for this eventuality but I learned that no matter what love you had your heart breaks you in pieces. Some more so and I speak of the two people who meant the world to Jack. Adam who sneaked in to the greenhouse when he thought no one was looking and always returned looking like he had been dragged through a bush after, he was the only person Jack ever considered a lover. Secondly 13 years ago Jack found a renewed love for life when an annoying 7 year old got his hands dirty one Saturday helping Jack at the gates of the manor. Sneaking him in to the grounds behind my back, Conrad grew up and found a passion for horticulture that Jack helped nurture and taught him everything that he knew. Jack found a very real companion and friend in Conrad who today is now a stunning 20 year old man, despite his young age he turned out to be a very loyal friend. Jack often referred to him as his annoying adopted kid when he wouldn't shut up talking but also a budding flower when he was talking about Conrad which was constantly. I owe Conrad so much and he was here with me at Jack's passing. I know the next few weeks or months are going to be hard for some of us but Jack being Jack would have put a beer on the table and told us to get over it. To Jack who has found his peace'. Everyone raised their glasses and toasted Jack. Conrad slipped out of the room finding it unbearable and stood out in the damp cold air on the terrace overlooking the gardens, he found a little peace expecting this to be the last time he would ever see the gardens. Conrad turned hearing the study door open and Simon stepping out walking in his direction, he didn't say anything at first just kissed Conrad on the cheek. "Beautiful speech" Conrad said looking out over the gardens. "Thanks" Simon replied "almost forgotten how to make one" he chuckled. Simon put his arm around Conrad's shoulder "Adam told you about the tattoo I gather?" he asked. Conrad nodded "Why didn't you say anything?" he asked. "Didn't want to upset you Conrad" Simon replied "failed miserably at that" he stated taking a deep breath. Conrad looked out over the gardens "I still expect to see him popping up out of a flowerbed". "Yes I know I feel the same. I am here if you need a shoulder Conrad" Simon said sympathetically. Conrad smiled "The ever so elusive rich man" he chuckled "thank you". Simon smiled and looked at him "I hope that tattoo Jack had proved how much he thought of you". "Yes" he replied "and the scorpion tattoo what does that really mean?" Conrad asked looking at him. Simon glanced at Conrad "Partly his devious side and partly me" he replied. Conrad nodded and kissed Simon on the cheek "I shall miss this place" he said sighing. "Why?" Simon asked "you thinking of leaving Hibiscus Drive?". Conrad shrugged his shoulders "Well with Jack gone there is no reason to come here anymore". Simon smiled and looked at him "You better think again Conrad, you have to take over the gardens?" he said. Conrad looked at him "No I don't think it would be good idea" he replied. "Please Conrad you know how to look after the gardens and I trust you" Simon said looking him in the eye. Conrad shrugged his shoulders "I don't come cheap" he said wiping his eyes trying to make a joke. Simon hugged him "Yeah so I heard" he said chuckling fending off Conrad's play punches. "God does everyone know?" Conrad said laughing "one time" he said "one time". Simon laughed then went serious "I will pay you what I paid Jack £50k a year" he told Conrad. Conrad looked shocked "Okay but don't expect me to take over everything Jack did!" he smirked. "Agreed" Simon replied "what if I pay you?" he said laughing and walking off quickly. Conrad laughed and stepped off the terrace to take a walk around the gardens, he felt much happier walking amongst Jack's legacy, he was also starting to find himself at ease after the trauma of the week. Adam kept a careful eye on Conrad watching his chat with Simon, when he stepped off he terrace Adam walked over to Harry and whispered in his ear. Harry put his glass down and slipped out of the room on to the terrace spotting Conrad going behind one of the flowerbeds heading in the direction of the greenhouse. Slightly afraid of what Conrad might think he took baby steps and walked around the numerous flowerbeds until he spotted Conrad bending down pulling up a weed. He gulped unsure exactly what he was going to say or do now he was here standing several meters away from him. Conrad felt a presence behind him and turned around to see Harry standing there. Harry looked nervous "How is your cheek now?" he stuttered slightly. Conrad just looked at him "You stood me up and owe me a drink" Harry said trying to be light hearted. "I never stood you up Harry, you assumed I would be there" Conrad replied "I saw you here that weekend". "I know" Harry replied "I asked Moham to go back but he had some work in London". "I don't understand that message you sent me either" Conrad tried to explain. Harry looked down "I have tried to forget about you but I can't" he said with a sadness in his voice. Conrad stepped closer to Harry "What is it you want from me Harry?" he asked. "You don't get it do you" Harry replied staring at him "I fell in love with you that day I punched you". Conrad shook his head in bewilderment "Why?" he asked. "Conrad if I knew that I could put a stop to it" Harry replied "tell me if you want me to go". Conrad stood his heart racing "I..." he stopped talking confused by everything going on. Harry grabbed hold of Conrad and kissed him "Tell me you don't feel anything" he asked looking in his eyes. "I can't do this" Conrad said pushing him away "it frightens me, you frighten me" he said looking at Harry. Harry turned to walk away angry at himself opening up to him "Wait" Conrad called after him. Harry stopped "No Conrad, this gets harder every time and you keep rejecting me" he said walking off. Conrad screamed and walked off angry at himself more than anything at his own failing to commit to one simple thing. Adam watched from the window and shook his head, Moham patted him on the shoulder indicating they should leave before things really blew up between Harry and Conrad. "I just don't get it Moham" Adam said "they are both crazy for each other but can't see it". Moham looked at Adam "I am the last person to give advice on this sort of thing" he admitted chuckling. Harry stormed in a sat in a chair wiping his eyes "Come on Harry" Adam said "we are leaving". Conrad watched them walk across the lawn with Simon until the helicopter took off. Simon stood for a moment then headed towards the greenhouse where Conrad stood like he was cowering behind the bush. He put his arm around Conrad and took him up to the manor, darkness was filling the sky and Conrad leaned in closer to Simon who responded with a comforting squeeze. "Do you feel like eating?" he asked Conrad quietly. Conrad shook his head "Not really" he replied still watching the lights of the helicopter fading. "Harry is crazy about you Conrad" Simon said in quiet voice "and I see you are not far off either". Conrad nodded "I know Simon, that is what frightens me to admit the whole thing" he said. "Commitment is hard Conrad no one can tell you it is easy" Simon explained "you have to want it". Simon was feeling the cold "Come on lets go inside" he suggested. Conrad looked at him for a moment in silence "Can I stay the night with you?" he tentatively asked. Simon looked shocked initially and stared at him "Yes of course you can" he replied. Conrad smirked "I am hoping you will take advantage of me" he said almost teasing Simon. "You have to be kidding me!" Simon said looking at him like he was crazy then chuckled "like I need asking twice" he said. Simon made a pretence of wanting to hug Conrad, putting his arms low around Conrad's body and pulling him off his feet and flinging the unsuspecting lad over his shoulder carrying him inside and up the staircase to the master bedroom. Closing the doors with one hand he moved over to the bed dropping Conrad roughly. Using his feet Conrad kicked his shoes off and started undoing his trousers watching Simon who was already half naked throwing his clothes on the floor. Simon leant down and yanked Conrad's trousers and under wear off whilst he undid his shirt, his heart racing in anticipation watching Simon rubbing his already erect cock. Conrad looked up "Go easy with me" he said kneeling up on the bed. Simon pushed Conrad down on to his back again "Not a chance, you are in my bedroom, my rules". He squealed in excitement being aggressively twisted over on to his stomach, the weight of Simon bore down on him immediately followed by the sharp pain reeling through his arse. Simon penetrated his arse in one swoop and started ramming in and out with a purpose. Conrad cried out in agony at first his legs and arms pinned to the bed by Simon and his arse pushing up when Simon ground his cock jabbing away at his insides. His mouth telling him to stop, his arse telling him to continue. Simon pulled Conrad up to knees and leaning across the young body he slipped his arm around Conrad's waist holding him on his cock. Simon took a pleasurable moment holding Conrad's hips and looking down and whiteness of his arse stretched open around his cock. Pulling all the way out he watched the hole close up almost immediately twitch as the muscles relaxed. Slowly nudging his cock up against Conrad's hole again he delicately and slowly pushed forward watching the hole stretch lovingly around the head of his cock then pulling out again watching it close. Pushing forward again slowly Conrad gasped and moaned from the teasing his hole was undergoing, Simon repositioned his hands and thrusted forward with speed slamming the entire length in to Conrad's body, his hands holding Conrad's hips in place. Pulling all the way out he watched the hole shrink twitching all the while it closed up. Simon smiled at the perfect sight 'God I love your arse' he said slamming his cock back in watching his back arch up in pleasure. He leaned over Conrad's body and secured his arm around the waist holding him in place. His arse ground back on Simon's cock in defeat, he kissed Conrad on the neck and slowly fucked him for nearly two hours, switching positions and locations in the bedroom. His arse never more than ten seconds without Simon's cock inside him, he had Conrad in his arms standing up and facing him, legs wrapped around his waist. Simon's hands clasped under his buttocks lifting them up and down on his cock. Their mouths locked together in a deep kiss. Simon lowered him down on the bed keeping hold of Conrad he penetrated deep and furiously fucked him, his body tensed pushing deeper and holding Conrad tighter. Simon gasped and grunted loud and hard releasing days of pent up toxic laden seed in to Conrad's arse, streaming from his cock in thick ribbons each one pushing the previous one deeper. Under him Conrad closed his eyes feeling Simon's orgasm through his entire body with dutiful force behind it, no deviousness, no trickery, it was a clean and clear breeding that he felt Simon needed. He looked down and kissed Conrad gently massaging the seed deeper inside him. His legs closing around Simon's waist locking him in position, his heels pushing in to Simon's lower back driving his cock deeper. Conrad felt a drop land on his cheek and it a took a moment to realise it was a tear from Simon, he kissed and held him tightly around the neck hugging him. "Are you okay?" Conrad asked stroking his neck. Simon pulled himself up "Yes" he said looking sad "it reminded me so much of Jack he use to do the exact same thing". Conrad sat up "Do what?" he asked looking questionably at him. Simon smiled "Put his legs around me and dig his heels in holding he deep inside". Conrad laid back down and stroked his own chest watching Simon "I'm not going to replace him" he said. "No one can replace Jack" Simon replied running his hand along Conrad's leg "Thank you I needed this". Conrad looked up at Simon "I still don't forgive you though for what you did" he said. Conrad reached up and pulled Simon back on to the bed entwinning themselves together kissing and caressing each other, falling asleep just after 4am. They lost count after the fifth time fucking with Conrad unable to fathom out how Simon could just keep going like a cum producing machine, their bodies exhausted Conrad laid in Simon's arms resting peacefully.

I sucked of the pastor at my church, he had a huge 11 inch dick and thick huge balls, he shot his huge load deep in my throat.. very similar to this pic..can't wait to do it again

This is the story of the last filthy fetish my wife and I got into before our separation. These events all happened in sleazy motel near the Vancouver International Airport, and we did this scenario twice. After our separation, she continued to scratch this itch, and I still see her post up craigslist ads every few months, so she's still doing this. One of the ads showed up last weekend, which is what made me decide to post this story. While this is posted in fiction, it all happened just like this, nothing made up, nothing needed to be. These events remain the single filthiest thing I have ever done or seen done by a man or woman. When I see these events pop up, I amuse myself by sending friends to join in. Several have made the cut and brought back pics, and also her juices for me to slurp off their cocks. It all started when my wife found amateur porn of a woman, in bondage, blindfolded and with loud music playing over earbuds taped into her ears. The woman was obviously thus blind and deaf, and restrained, and a series of men entered the hotel room to use her while a man narrated to the camera stories of all her filthy former exploits. At one point two black men use her, and the narrator tells them she's a racist who despises blacks. The men respond by both removing their condoms and filling her cunt with sperm. My wife was in heaven. We watched it together, and she was eager to try it out. We blindfolded her, stuffed earbuds into her ears, wrapped her head in tensor bandages and fucked. She loved it, but it was really just a dry run. We fine tuned the details, and we booked a motel room. I placed a craigslist ad, and let her vet the respondents. She chose 10 guys, and left the invitations to me. Before I did so, unbeknownst to her, I contacted the two party tops who had been owning my ass once a month at the bath house, and found them eager to sample my wife, and they assured me they could bring more. I arranged for my tops to come to the motel room for 8pm, and invited the ones from the ad to come at 10. They could have what was left after my 9" BBC slam daddy and my 8.5" 68 year old silver fox daddy finished shredding her holes, along with their friends. I picked her up from work (she's an accountant with one of the major banks) at 3pm on friday, the trunk full of bondage and sex supplies, video gear, and party favours. We hopped on the quickest route to Richmond, and arrived at the hotel by 4pm. Good time in the usually awful Metro Van traffic. We stopped for a light meal at a place nearby after checking in. Richmond BC has the best Chinese food in the entire world, including china. If you're ever in town do two things: contact me here to see if there is a party, and make sure you eat at least one meal at one of our best restaurants. Returning to the motel, I prepared my wife. I washed her thoroughly, and cleaned out her asshole completely. I shaved her cunt and asshole and legs, and had her put her hair in very secure pigtails. I carefully inserted a pair of earbuds, then strapped on her blindfold. I carefully wrapped her head with a sticky reusable tensor bandage called 'vet wrap', binding the blindfold and earbuds in place while leaving her pigtails, mouth, and nose free. Vet wrap is incredible stuff, it sticks to itself but not to skin or hair, holds in place, and if kept clean can be used over an over. It's good for all kinds of animals, including slutty two legged ones like my whore of a wife. With her head secure, I collared her, and hooked her leash down the head of the bed and onto the bed frame. I shackled her wrists together, and placed shackles on her ankles, a leather corset with sturdy rings around her waist, and places some spreader bars and snap hooks where they would be handy if we chose to restrain her further. It was 7:45, my first guests, who she thought were the guests she had chosen, would be arriving slightly early. I connected her iPod to the earbuds. I reminded her that her safe word was 'Firetruck' to stop whatever was happening that moment, and Frankenstein to stop the scene. I switched on the 90 minute looping mix of porno soundtracks, sex noises, and EDM we had selected to drown her hearing. She was now isolated from the world of sound and light, and about to be thrust roughly into the world of touch to an extent she had never dreamed. There was a knock on the door.

I I had just turned 21 when I received a link from a friend of mine to join a community. The name of the site intrigued me very much precisely because I am a fan of BSDM games and master-slave roles. I signed up as a regular user and filled out all the forms. After a couple of days I received a message from a man, his online profile was very interesting 35 years old, tall, beautiful body and with very similar interests, fortunately not far from my house, just 40 minutes by car. We wrote to each other for a while and then we finally organized the first appointment. He presented himself very well, young and clean-faced. He told me that he was a medical manager of the private laboratory of infectious diseases and that in the last period they were doing many tests for medical experimentation. I immediately thought that he must be really smart and capable to play such a role. We went out a few more times before going to bed. Sex with him was very exciting and very passionate. Then one day, at the end of the appointment before returning home, he asked me and I wanted to become his private and exclusive slave, he gave me a day to think about it but in the end I accepted. He asked me to go to a hospital to get a full test for all infectious sexual diseases. The following appointment asked me to find us at an abandoned house outside the city and to bring with me the test results which obviously had given completely negative results on everything. As I went to the appointment, I wondered why he wanted to know all those things about my health status. When we saw this house in front of us, we moved the table that covered the door and entered. The place had been abandoned for a couple of years, but I saw that one door was completely new and locked with a padlock. He took the key and opened the door. The room was very simple, there was an iron bed with a mattress, a small wardrobe, a table and a couple of chairs. We sat down and took a small file of papers out of our backpack and told me to read them before signing them. It was a bondage contract and as I read it I started getting aroused. Then I got to point 13 and saw that it was written in a bolder font "13. The slave will accept without any second thoughts the high risk of multiple infections, even if these may irreversibly compromise his current state of health. " By the time I got to the end of my contract my cock was getting really hard. I started filling in the blanks and after a first hesitation, I finally decided to sign it. He smiled, took the papers, signed them and put them back in the backpack. Then he asked me how soon I was willing to start, I replied, “I'm ready even now”. He asks me to undress and lie down on the bed. In the meantime he had taken the other key and opened the iron door that was in the corner. He took out some instruments and put them on the table, then took out his backpack and took out two closed test tubes. He asked me which one I wanted to choose between: test tube no. 1 or test tube no. 2 or both. I was too excited and so I decided for both of them, he replied "excellent choice, now take this pill which is used to neutralize the acidity of your stomach, otherwise the effect will be lost". He gave me a large orange pill and I swallowed it. Then he took test tube number two and asked me to swallow it, I followed his orders. Then he asked me to turn around and relax my little hole. Then I went to test tube number one into a large needle-less syringe and pushed all the solution into my little hole. I looked at him and asked him what they were about. He took the diary inside the closet, opened a page and wrote my name on it and said "I just used your body to inoculate two cultures of Coxsackie virus A and one of Chlamydia. The tubes contain a very very large number of viruses so we don't need to wait long to see the effects " Immediately he felt dizzy and I could not control the erection of my cock, he smiled and said "I guess you like it". I asked what I should do and he told me to do absolutely nothing and that we would see each other in 5 days. On the way home I couldn't think of anything else. That night, I fell asleep right away, but the next morning ...

Hey Boys. Gonna be visiting Hollywood for a few days next week, looking for tops to breed me in a sling—walk in, mask on, slide your lubed up raw dick in my tight pussy and breed it. hit me up for room # at Dixie Mon Aug 24 and all day Aug 25. Wanna break my record for loads in one day (18)

Are we going to start acting like women, who get offended if someone "objectifies" them? Hell no! I like sex with men because we objectify each other and we all love it.

My Ex Breeds Me, and My Boy Chapter 1. My ex was a real asshole, a conservative Republican and terribly condescending. That’s why we broke up. But, before that, we had four great years where he fucked me silly with his thick eight-inch cock. He was greek and his body was covered in hair, even the lower part of his cock shaft. I missed the way his shaft hair would tickle my hole when he fucked me deeply. Anyway, that was a decade ago, and my boy and I are very happy together. My boy is exclusively a bottom so I don’t get to take his cock ever, and rarely anyone else’s. I had complained to my boy about it, and he just rolled his eyes. He had a nice cock, but he wasn’t interested in fucking me, or anyone else, with it. What he was into was getting fucked by big dicks. It got both of us off stretching out his hole and sharing it with buddies. One night after pummeling him with a friend, he was still hard and I sucked his cock for a few minutes before raising up and trying to lower myself down onto it. He pulled away and told me to be patient. He said, ‘maybe we should find a top to fuck us both? If so, I have just the guy in mind….’ I grinned wondering what he was planning. I asked a few times in the spring, but he always told me, ‘I’ll let you know when he’s around, ok,’ winking at me every time. Last summer, my ex was going to be in town for a conference. We texted occasionally, and he messaged me saying he wanted to catch up and bury the hatchet. The second night of the conference, he messaged me saying he was free for dinner. I texted my boy and told him that my ex was in town and I’d love to catch up with him. My boy asked if I was going to get him to fuck me, and I said no, that his politics were just too toxic. My boy reminded me, ‘everyone deserves a second chance,’ so I agreed to meet with my ex. I asked if my boy wanted to join, and he suggested that it may be better to catch up with him one-on-one first, and if it went well, maybe invite him over another night to share a bottle of wine. I thanked my boy and texted my ex. My ex blew off a client dinner and we met up in a gay sports bar. I swooned when I saw him. My ex was a bit balder, but still ruggedly handsome and tall, but he’d lost a lot of weight and was left seemed concentrated on his belly and sagging butt, beautiful even through his khakis. I knew in a second that he had converted and was now POZ. We sat at the counter facing the street with the garage door façade opened up to the outdoor sidewalk. He loosened his expensive looking tie and took off his blazer. I loved seeing his burly chest fur peeking out against that crisp white business shirt. By our third longneck beer, he’d told me about playing the field after we’d broken up and experimenting with bottoming, and he hadn’t mentioned politics once. He’d fallen for a hung top who loved to fuck him just so he could watch my ex’s big hard cock swinging around. I asked if he was the one who POZZED him, and his jaw dropped. ‘Can you tell,’ he asked, sort of dejectedly. I told him he looked great, and I’d still take his load, any time in fact. He grinned and told me he wasn’t on meds at the moment and I just nodded. My ex took a deep breath. He mashed his mustachioed mouth to mine and kissed me hard, groping my butt, lifting me off the barstool. I melted into his furry pecs, and he scooped me up into his arms and we sauntered out the door. We giggled asking ‘your place or mine?’ We decided to go to his hotel just in case my boy was home. We tumbled into his suite and he tore off my clothes. My ex ate my ass and slapped his raw POZ cock against my butt. He bent over and tried to jam his tongue into my hole. It had been so long since anyone paid attention to me there that I moaned instantly. He used spit, his glorious tongue and his fingers to open me up and get me slick. After a few minutes, he slapped that big hairy dick against me and slowly pressed his bare helmet into me. I could hear the ‘plop’ as he entered me to the glans. He took his time going deeper until my hole tickled with his shaft hair. I reached back and grabbed my ex’s hips, savoring the sensation of being well and truly opened up. He rocked his hips and let his inches move in and out of me. He started very deep, and then moved further and further out with each stroke. He knew just how I needed to be used. I lay there, with my face sideways into the mattress, ass up, back arched, knees spread. I could see my hard cock bouncing with a footlong pearl of precum reaching closer and closer to the mattress. My ex railed me. After about twenty minutes of enjoying the abuse, I needed to tap out. He grabbed the back of my neck with one hand and pressed my arched back lower. ‘You’ll get a break when I’m ready!’ I looked up at him. He’d never spoken to me that way before. He smacked me on the cheek and told me, ‘I’m not stopping until I breed your hole!’ And he kept his word. He jackhammered my ass, reshaping it into his freshly cunted hole, perfectly sized to make his big dick feel good. He didn’t slow down before cumming, nor did he ask me if I wanted it. He just blew six or seven spurts of POZ seed into my guts. He kept up his pace until I hard my ass squelching and burping his cum. My ex slowly pulled out of me, and a torrent of his seed followed. He grabbed his phone and took a few pics. I heard the ‘whoosh’ as he sent them. He slid back into me and took a few snaps of his cock splitting me open. I groaned as he worked his load deeper into me. My phone buzzed. I thought he had texted them to me. My ex pulled out and tossed me my phone from my hastily discarded jeans. The text was from my boy. ‘LOOKS LIKE THAT TOP IS IN TOWN. HAVE FUN TONIGHT. CAN WE SHARE A BOTTLE OF WINE TOMORROW?’ I was about to text my boy back when my phone received the pics, that my ex had sent to my boy. I looked at my ex, and he just sneered at me. My phone jingled again as I got anther text from my boy, ‘CAN WE SHARE HIS POZ LOADS TOMORROW?’ To be continued…

Quite correct @takingdeepanal... I am back, however, and am working my way through my writer’s block to come up with the next chapter!

I wanna get fucked by a cruel condom really badly

One of the best stories, I have read! cum multiple times, can't wait for more

This is why I keep talking about how we fuck the whole man. The man uses his dick and his body and his mind to fuck and breed and own another man.

This is my first time writing a story so forgive me if some of the editing isn't all that great. Appreciate your feedback and thanks for reading. Part 2 is coming soon

I guess it's still got some life in it since the thread now has over 30k in views. Here's a couple more... ---------- A few weeks after the trip, I called up my friend Pedro and made an appointment for Saturday morning. I texted Louis the time and said I would meet him there. Once again, I stood outside the building waiting for Louis to show up. He finally did and we had just fifteen minutes until the appointment. We went inside and heard a yell come from the side “Be there in a minute.” I shouted back “Here for the 11am appointment, Pedro. No hurry.” “Hey Ryan, come on over here” Pedro yelled back. Louis followed me past the counter and then a cubicle divider. Reclined on the chair was the most stunning guy I had seen in a long time. He was a mid-20's Polynesian guy with a perfect six pack poking out from under his pulled up tank top. I could see several large tribal tattoos that covered his chest and arms and a few more on his muscular legs. He was naked from above his waist down to his toes. His upper body was built with strong muscles from his forearms to his shoulders and that perfect vee down to his waist. He wasn’t like a lot of the built guys at the gym that can barely move due to the muscle mass, just nicely muscled guy that made my mouth water. Pedro had the guy’s cock in one hand and a marker in the other. The guy’s face had a look of surprise when I came around the partition and even more so when Louis followed me. He must have been pretty confident, though, since he was laying there in all his glory and didn’t really flinch much. “Mike is having second thoughts about getting a PA. He’s been talking about it for six months and now that he’s laying here he’s not sure. Can you tell him how you like yours?” Pedro said. “Sure” I said, unbuttoning my jeans and pulling them down a bit. I slid my cock out of the side of the jockstrap and held it out for him to see. “This is what it looks like when you stretch it out to 0 gauge. It’s one of the best mods I’ve done. I love how it feels during sex and I’ve been told it feels amazing inside them. It freaks some people out at first, but usually their curiosity wins out. Uh… lets see. The worst part is not having sex for a few weeks after it gets done” I said before Pedro interrupted and said firmly “At least a month.” I continued “you can stroke it after a few days if you’re careful…” “Two weeks” Pedro countered. I laughed “Yes, doctor… As I said in a few days you can stroke it gently. Just follow the instructions on aftercare and let it heal. You'll know when it’s ready for action. Oh, don’t get one of those stupid captive bead rings that you need a tool to take off. Get something like this circular barbell that you can take one of the balls off and slide the piercing out. Uh… Don’t worry it doesn’t set off the detectors at the airport. Make sure you tell new partners to be careful during blowjobs to not let it hit their teeth since it will chip them especially when you have bigger rings in. I think that’s it. Do it, you won’t regret it” I said as I started to tuck it back in. “Can I see it closer?” Mike asked. I stepped closer and he reached out, taking my cock in his hand and examining it closely. I loved the feeling of my dick in this stud’s hand and I quickly realized he was no stranger to other men’s cocks. “How long until I can get a thicker one in?” Mike asked Pedro. “Wait six months before you even think about stretching it. But after that just get used to one before going to the next gauge” I replied before Pedro could say a thing. I tucked my cock back into the pouch and buttoned up my jeans before my cock got even harder. “Sweet. Let’s get er done” Mike said in a bad southern accent before chuckling. “Hey Louis, do you want to watch? You were thinking about getting a PA next. You can see what you’re in for” I said. “Uh… OK” Louis replied, the uncertainty very evident in his voice. I looked at Mike and asked “Do you mind?” Pedro muttered “Never mind me” before rolling his eyes. “I guess it’s ok. You’ve already seen me laying here naked” Mike replied. “Not quite, you should probably take that shirt off in case blood starts spurting everywhere” I said, laughing. Pedro just shook his head, but Mike pulled the tank top off, revealing the rest of his chest. I licked my lips and Louis did the same. Pedro set everything up and BAM! it was done. Louis looked a little pale as he watched the needle go in, followed by the ring, but was amazed at how quick it went. “What are you in for?” Mike asked as Pedro cleaned up and Mike tucked his wrapped cock into his baggy shorts. “Not me, him. Louis is getting his nips done” I replied. “Cool. Mind if I watch? I don’t remember much about when I got mine done” Mike asked. “Sure, we got to see you get poked” Louis replied with a grin. Once Pedro was ready, Louis went to lay down on the chair. “I think you should be as naked as Mike was. It’s only fair” I said with a devilish grin. “OK” was all Louis said as Pedro continued to shake his head. I knew Pedro wouldn’t mind seeing Louis naked since I knew his preference for otters and cubs. I started talking with Mike while Louis shed his clothes and climbed on the chair. Pedro had the chair in a reclined position which gave us a good view. I looked and Louis was getting hard laying there as Pedro laid out his tools and the new barbell piercings that would soon adorn Louis’ nipples. I saw Pedro brush his arm across Louis’ stiff cock. I wasn’t sure if it was to distract Louis or just for Pedro’s own enjoyment. Mike and I continued talking, flirting actually, as the clamp went on Louis’ right nipple and we were sharing numbers. I saw Pedro walk around to the other side of Louis and inspect the positioning of the clamp. Mike said that he was feeling a little light headed and I grabbed a stool for him to sit on. “FUCK!!!!” Louis screamed out as the needle poked through his nipple. Mike and I had both missed it while he sat back on the stool. Pedro looked back at me with a smile before sliding the piercing behind the needle and putting the ball end on. Sweat dripped down Louis’ face while Mike and I stopped talking and then watched Pedro prep the left side. “FUCK!!!!” Louis yelled out again, this time through clenched teeth. Pedro finished up with Louis, giving him all the tips for aftercare and such and I escorted the two studs to the door. Mike grabbed a cab and Louis made his way to the train leaving me rather horny and alone. I walked over to a bar in the neighborhood and grabbed a pint. There seemed to be a decent crowd for an early Saturday afternoon. The customers seemed to be all bunched together and the few passes I made failed miserably. I finished my beer and headed home to watch some porn.

Sorry for posting part 5 twice, and sorry again for such a long part 6. I wrote it in 2 very separate occasions, so it came out huge. Part 6 I couldn’t believe how fast this fuck den is getting filled up. Days after Brent showed up, he had a genius idea. “Hire” escorts from advertisements to work for us full-time. Since he was working on getting Johns for Faggot, it would reduce the competition and bring the money to us. After talking to this gorgeous Latino party twink named Johnny for a few days, he decided it was a good idea to bring him over. Johnny was a 19 year-old bag-chaser and a street whore who found a different man to stay with every night if he could. He’d been on the streets for over 2 days straight now. The boy wanted $200 for his time, but of course, we had no intention of paying him. On a Tuesday night at 2 AM, Johnny showed up in ripped jeans, kicks, and a V-neck. Brent and I had ski masks on just in case. When he rang the bell, Brent opened the door, and the second he was inside, I grabbed the boy and wrestled him onto my mattress of a bed. “What the fuck! What the fuck are you guys doing?” Johnny yelled, but there was no way he could resist against my giant muscular build. I was a lot taller than his 5’8” frame and my rock-solid arms were as thick as his legs. Brent wasted no time jumping onto the bed to tie his arms and legs together while I held him down. When he was fully restrained, we gagged him with a sock. “Turn off his phone and throw it away,” I ordered. Brent pulled out the kid’s phone and did just that, but he didn’t stop there. He went through his wallet and took out all $6 of cash he had in there and flipped through the pockets for any drugs. He learned fast. Johnny kept trying to struggle, but I pinned him under my body weight even with his bonds. “Prep the point,” I instructed. Brent wasted no time. We had one ready already, a good .35 for the little guy. Enough to send him flying, not enough to kill him. I took a belt and tied it hard around Johnny’s arm, and he suddenly stopped resisting. That’s right – he knew it was Tina and he wanted it. “If you wanna live, don’t move an inch,” I growled into his ear. Brent came up next to him, found a puffy vein, and stuck the needle in. He pulled up a flash of red and then slowly, slowly, slowly… I watched my protégé drug our new property expertly. I had him practice on Faggot a couple times when we had Johns lined up. I ripped the sock from the boy’s mouth to let him cough it out as he spun into a new dimension. His eyes darted around in every direction and he trembled violently underneath me. Without giving him a chance to recover, we took him to the Cave. The two of us carried him together in our arms like a piece of furniture. Johnny’s tweaked eyes bulged even wider in surprise when he saw Faggot on his stomach with his ass in the air being plowed by a huge black guy built like a bodybuilder. He looked like he was over twice Faggot’s size, and his dick was so big it looked almost unnatural going in and out of the boy’s tiny body. Faggot was screaming through the sock in his mouth. The black man looked at us briefly as we entered and then resumed as if we weren’t even there. The mattress in the room wasn’t big enough for all of us, so Johnny was gonna get the floor. We weren’t going to risk this boy biting our dicks. I crawled underneath him and placed him on top of my dick, lining it up against his smooth hole. Brent untied his feet and opened up his ankles so that he could slide down on my dick. He took a rag, poured some poppers on it, then shoved it in Johnny’s face, holding it there for a few seconds while I lowered him all the way down. Then, without mercy, I started pumping up into him. The tweaked little whore was so fucked up he was clearly enjoying it immensely, having completely forgotten the situation he was in. The black john looked over, clearly turned on, picking up his pace as he saw how hard I was fucking the little Latino twink. Now it was Brent’s turn. I slowed down my pace as he greased up his cock and lined it up to his hole. Johnny tried to kick around in alarm, but Brent held his legs hard. More poppers to his face, then when he removed it, Brent spat hard in his face and squeezed his dick into that little hole. It was tight, but it plopped in, and fuck it felt amazing. Since he had the direct angle, I let Brent pump him hard. Johnny howled at first but it turned into pleasure so quickly. At this point, the black john was in heat and started bucking wildly in Faggot, who was howling between breaths. The room resonated with the sounds of both boys just moaning and screaming as they were getting fucked. Brent leaned in, teasing our new boy with a possible kiss before giving him a wet lick. “You like those 2 cocks in you, fucking piece of shit?” Johnny simply moaned, “Yeahh~h!” He was coming down from his slam and riding out into a smooth dizzying high from both the tina and the poppers. He must’ve been in euphoria because it seems like he even forgot what was happening to him. That’s right; he had just come to an elusive backdoor den in the poor part of Philly by himself to meet a john and ended up being kidnapped, drugged, and raped. He barely even noticed Faggot and the black hulk enjoying him just a few feet away, and they sure barely noticed us. Brent beamed. “I’m gonna take that little hole now, alright? This is gonna hurt,” he said with a sadistic smile. Johnny whimpered in acceptance. Wow. Brent and I made eye contact and I beamed with approval. Just the other day I didn’t wanna put up with another mouth to feed and here I am like a proud father with my dick squeezed next to his in the same hole. I made sure to stay still so that Brent had full range of motion and control. After giving Johnny one tender kiss to prepare him, Brent pulled his face away and started thrusting his pelvis. He climbed up into a squat position and leaned forward so he could get in at that angle while my cock was lodged below. One hand clutching Johnny’s sweat-soaked hair and the other roughly grabbing a handful of the twink’s small pec. Brent grunted once loudly as he began to buck. His cock went in directly horizontal and hard. I felt it against my cock and I know it did not curve with the shape of the boy’s insides. Instead, it just rammed against the soft flesh walls without regard, stabbing it like a knife without any regard for where the blows land. All Brent knew was that it felt good. “AHHH!!!” Johnny cried out. “AHHHHH!” His face twisted with pain and shock, which in normal circumstances would make a top hesitate. In my house, though, things work out differently. Even more aroused by Johnny’s tortured expression, Brent’s face lit up like a little boy discovering a new toy he got for Christmas. His response was to whip his hand from the boy’s chest to his throat and slapping him several times across the face. “SHUT THE FUCK UP, BITCH!” he barked, then fucked him harder and faster. He knew that thrusting in and beating up the flesh inside at that angle was what was causing the pain, but he just did it deeper, harder, and faster. He only made sure not to pull out too much in order to stay in the hole. Of course, this made it impossible for Johnny to shut up. In fact, he screamed. “SHUT UP!” we roared in unison. I jammed my fingers down Johnny’s throat from behind with one hand and just covered the lower half of my face the best I could with my other hand. His screams turned into loud but muffled gargles, which were all he could manage with my fingers down his throat and Brent’s hand around his neck. “SHUT UP! I SAID SHUT THE FUCK UP!” “IF YOU DON’T SHUT THE FUCK UP I’M GONNA BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF YOU! JUST TAKE THOSE DICKS, THAT’S ALL YOU’RE GOOD FOR!” Brent roared. Johnny tried to quiet his gargle to a faint whimper as his hole started getting used to Brent’s pounding. He still squealed every time Brent thrust in all the way – it’s fucking impossible not to. Even if his body was learning to accept it, pain is pain, and Brent’s onslaught was like a battering ram refusing to quit. “What did I say, bitch?” he growled as Johnny winced after a particular thrust. He loosened his grip around the boy’s neck to give him breath and a moment of relief. My fingers were still jammed down his throat so he couldn’t speak. He just gargled in response, and Brent spat in his eye. “I said to SHUT UP! WHY ARE YOU STILL SQUEALING LIKE A FUCKING BITCH?” “Awww, the slut can’t help screaming because we’re hurting him. Is that right, baby?” I whispered in Johnny’s ear, hiding my sinister glee with feigned concern and affection. “Does it hurt, baby?” Johnny nodded, tears and snot down his eyes now from having gagged on my fingers for so long. His body was in overdrive from the choking, the smacking, the gagging, the hair-pulling, and the rough double fucking. The black man on the mattress had moved Faggot around and forced him to watch Johnny. Faggot was moaning loudly through his sock gag, but his eyes were glazed over and he just watched the scene with tweaked focus. Realizing that he was putting on a show, Brent decided to go all out. With both strong hands grasped around Johnny’s throat as he gasped for air, Brent lunged forward and started slobbering and nibbling all over Johnny’s face, ears, jaw, and chin. I could smell the heavy familiar scent of the Marlboro Reds Brent smoked constantly from the globs of spit now coating and dribbling on Johnny’s face. Struggling even to breathe, Johnny was completely incapable of even verbally reacting to Brent licking and slobbering over him like a wild rabid dog. After a few seconds, Brent released Johnny’s neck and he gasped one big breath of air before getting a hard slap across the face from Brent. I looked over at Faggot. My beautiful blond beach boy who not long ago was on that same mattress making out with me. Just this morning, he woke up with me alone wrapped around him, holding him in my arms. Now, it’s deep in the middle of the night and it was clear I wasn’t going to be spending the night with him tonight. We looked deep into each other’s eyes, and his gaze was full of want and jealousy. While a stranger hurt his raw pussy, I was hurting him by forcing him to watch me have amazing sex with some random slut and not even giving him the time of day while I let this thug tear his sweet little cunt with his raw BBC. I smirked and started pumping upwards and curving back into Johnny’s hole. I kept eye contact with Faggot for a while until I started getting close from all the friction my dick was getting from both Brent’s dick and Johnny’s pussy walls. Then I looked away as my eyes rolled back into my head as I was overwhelmed with pleasure. I grabbed a fistful of Johnny’s hair and pulled his head back. Suddenly all my attention went to Johnny as I neared climax. Everyone knew I was about to cum. My body couldn’t make it more obvious as I groaned loudly with pleasure all of a sudden and my face twisted in depraved pleasure. My whole body bucked and I struggled to ravage Johnny however I could. With my free hand, I clutched Johnny’s throat like it was just an inanimate object, no concern at all for his pain and ability to breathe. The boy gagged feebly, his eyes looking dead and hopeless as he realized he couldn’t avoid or resist the abuse because we weren’t hurting him to punish him; we do it to him because we enjoy it and because we can. Suddenly excited by my manic attempts to hurt the boy, Brent began slapping him in rapid succession with his right hand and grabbed Johnny’s tiny ankle with his left to pull it as wide as possible. His face winced in pain as I egged on, “SLAP HIM HARDER, COME ON! HARDER!” Brent started viciously beating Johnny’s face. I couldn’t see Johnny’s face from the thrashing; I could only see the crazed look on Brent’s face. He was grinning with his mouth because he was having the time of his life, but his eyes were cold and angry. I realized if I choked the boy any longer, he’d be in danger. Luckily for him, a burn of pleasure erupted from my dick and suddenly any moans were drowned out by my explosive, animalistic roar interrupted by my sudden bellowing of, “TAKE MY BABIES UP YOUR STUPID CUNT, FUCKING DIRTY WHORE!” After my dick finished pulsing and I felt the thick warm wetness start to flood the cavities around our dicks, I mellowed down and laid back while Brent did everything as hard as he could. “You’re not done yet, bitch,” he growled, assaulting the poor freshly bred whore who couldn’t even respond to all the roughness anymore. He slapped, he bit, he kissed, he spit, he choked, and he thrust as violently as he could. He was soaked in sweat and panting from how hard of a workout this marathon fuck was – even an athlete would be worn out. Brent refused to let his body stop him though. He was determined to go even harder, his eyes blackening with malice. He was Marino’s son alright. Hell, Marino probably was just like this when he conceived this son of a bitch. Brent’s mom was probably tossed aside like a beaten up rag after Marino was done with her, a gift forcibly deposited in her vagina that would later grow up to an eagerly violent thug. Johnny squealed like a pig at the slaughter, his face covered in red from all the smacking. Drool, snot, and tears leaked from his face everywhere, dangling from his chin. They dripped over a shiny sheen of Brent’s dried spit. He was definitely gonna have some scary-looking hickies and choke marks all over his neck. The whole time, Brent’s dick sliced and punched the boy’s now wet and loose hole, making loud squish sounds as he mashed the boy’s juicy flesh. My now soft dick slipped out, letting Brent have full reign over where his dick struck. Watching Brent has changed how I saw him completely. When he first came here, I thought of him as probably a dumb and naive fuckboy eager to do whatever to live hard and fast. He was so good-looking and still young I even considered turning him into another whore. I never would’ve thought the guy would seamlessly cooperate with the shit that I do, even enthusiastically go above and beyond in this life of sin. He fucked continuously and grunted deeply with each thrust as Johnny started to experience only pleasure in his hole. It was so wet and loose it was like just a flesh pole of pure pleasure plunging in and out of him. The boy was no longer screaming, only softly moaning while he looked lazily at Brent. I recognized this – sometimes after using Faggot too hard at first, he will sink into a state of absolute heaven when I fuck him normally. I was surprised to find I enjoyed his pleasure too. Even though I degrade him so hard, at the end of the day, making him feel good made him love sex. Made him love me. But Johnny was experiencing sex that gave him pure physical bliss without an ounce of passion or intimacy. Unceremoniously, Brent grunted under his breath that he was close. With a couple extra heavy thrusts, he dumped his nut in Johnny, who barely reacted. When he pulled out, he pulled his pants back up and we both stood up to restrain our newly Christened property together. The room was quiet now. Faggot’s john was taking a long break from fucking and now they were making out heatedly, bodies intertwined. Or, rather, it looked like the black man’s body was swallowing up the little smooth body. I casually realized that Faggot is no victim. Of course he’s completely hooked on drugs now and has had no interaction with anyone besides me and random men he will quickly forget, so it was inevitable he’d become attached to me. That, and I fucking know I’m a handsome rugged stud and sexual attraction and love can be confusing, especially for a cracked out and frequently raped little whore like him who knows very little else. I looked over at him, just kissing this man who paid for him like they were passionate lovers. I could tell he didn’t care any more about Johnny’s well-being than we did; he’s practically forgotten Johnny is still here! There wasn’t an ounce of kinship between whores, even though they were in the same situation now. That was good for me. “Nobody’s gonna come looking for you, you fucking faggot,” Brent said, addressing that exact point. “I made sure before meeting you that you haven’t been in touch with your family for a while, remember? You thought I was curious about your personal life? Nah, you chose drugs over them and you’re on your own, remember? But now you’ll have plenty of drugs, and we’re going to take care of you.” We chained him with a leash on the pole right next to Faggot’s. Johnny didn’t resist at all. He was completely limp and breathing staggered breaths, having lost all hope of mercy or rescue immediately in just one hour of sex. He watched Faggot, disinterested, and gently grazed his completely shrunken dick in arousal. It’s all he knew to do. “We gotta give the new boy a name. And a tattoo,” I said. I clapped a hand on Brent’s shoulder, and his demeanor lightened up, now finally interacting with me after having been entirely fixated on using Johnny this whole time. Back to reality, or whatever our version of reality is. “Uh…yeah. Now?” “Better now than any other time. You pick the name since you’re the one who sourced him. You did a fucking fantastic job and I’m gonna make sure I tell your dad what you’ve done.” “How about just call him Cunt?” “Alright, Cunt’s his name,” I said, smiling. Brent smiled back, and we had a brief brotherly moment borne from our promising partnership in crime. “You hear that?” he yelled at Cunt. “Your new name is Cunt and my name doesn’t fucking matter because you will only call me Master or Sir. And this guy who was also inside you just now OWNS you now, got it? You better get started on forgetting your old name, because soon you won’t remember what life was like being you were just Cunt. A worthless cunt to fuck named Cunt. What just happened to you is going to be your daily life now, only there will be other men too. If you want your drugs, you earn it with that body, got it?” Johnny looked up at Brent and spoke for the first time in a long time. “Yes.” SLAP. “YES, WHAT?” “Yes, sir,” Cunt moaned weakly. SLAP. “Good boy,” Brent said. The sun hadn’t even risen yet. While the rest of the world slept, Cunt turned from a one of the most handsome albeit weathered Colombian boys to walk the scene to the sorry unrecognizable mess he is now. A sock dangling half off of one foot, mouth hanging open, eyes vacillating between exhaustion and flashes of wired tweakiness. Fluid everywhere. His carefully gelled hair now stuck up in broken oily patches from where we grabbed it. We wouldn’t show it, but we were just as fucking exhausted as Cunt. It had been a long night of physical exertion. “Where do I sleep tonight? Floor?” Brent asked, clearly hoping it wouldn’t be the case. “We’re both really big dudes. We can’t both fit on your bed. That blond bitch is with a customer for the night, so they’ll be taking the mattress.” “Nah, take the bed. You earned it,” I said with genuine pride. “Where are you gonna sleep, boss?” he asked. “Don’t worry about me. I’ll knock out when there’s an opening somewhere. You did all the work tonight, kid. It’s like you were born for this shit. Sleep as long as you want and don’t worry about me.” Of course, I wasn’t saying all this without any motive. Brent did a quick brush of his teeth and then collapsed on the bed still dressed. He was out in seconds. The Cave was silent, but the mattress squeaking suggested that Faggot was getting fucked again. I snuck in. The two were laying next to each other, the john just casually thrusting into Faggot with his huge cock as he laid with his eyes mostly closed, relaxed. I guess he was determined enough to get his money’s worth that he was going to fuck until he fell asleep. Faggot’s eyes were open a crack, a sliver of his charming blue iris still visible but pretty much lifeless. He was also completely wiped, but he wouldn’t be able to sleep with such a big dick rubbing his insides, even if it wasn’t rough. He was still stunningly beautiful, no matter what sorry state he’s in, but the energetic innocent boy I met on the street corner was almost completely dead and replaced with a shell of a sex toy that only knew pleasure and not even who he was anymore. I wonder how much of his life before being here he’s already forgotten. All I know is this black man whose name I either forgot or never even knew is just going to be one more blurry memory for him that takes him one step farther from boyhood. Now, Cunt. Cute little smooth jaw, clear skin, those boyish eyes and lips. Mindlessly jerking his limp dick watching Faggot and his john, not even realizing that he was looking at his future. According to Brent, he hasn’t spoken to his family in 4 years after they found out about him being gay and his drug addiction. Now, he has a roof over his head at all times. In exchange… ….I ran my fingers up his inner thigh, gently caressing those used and wet red lips. My finger practically fell into his hole. It was greeted instantly by warm cream. Cunt looked up at me, his eyes almost a little hopeful. “Mmm, such a nice pussy baby,” I groaned softly, my face inching closer to his so that he could feel my hot breath against his cheek. He whimpered ever so slightly, “Yeah, Daddy?” “Yeah,” I said, evil grin stretching on my face. It was actually the first thing he said to me directly. Considering a couple hours ago, I threatened his life if he didn’t stay still and let us point him with T and then I raped him and almost choked him out, I was surprised to hear him call me Daddy, a sign that he accepted me. It seemed like he forgot all that trauma and now this tender moment was all that mattered. I gently rubbed my finger all over the insides of that pink hole, churning the cum. My fully-clothed but still overheated body pressing against his naked flesh, which was getting cold on the bare concrete. His tiny hands groped at my tattooed muscles, holding onto me like a newborn baby needing protection. I knew he was happy to have me keep him warm, and no matter how fucked up he was, he knew that it comes at a price. I gently kissed him, really tasting him and slurping him slowly with my tongue, then smooching him softly, our lips both wet and sticky. I didn’t bother to check if Faggot was looking, nor did I give a shit. Right now, I was just happy. Happy to welcome Brent into the family, happy to have an extra body to make money from, and happy that I can enjoy myself while an anonymous man pays me to use my other whore. And Cunt was going to make me happy until morning. My dick was rock hard again. “Take these poppers, baby. Huff until you don’t think you can take them anymore, alright cutie? Daddy’s gonna take care of you, but first I need you to take care of Daddy, OK?” “Yes, Daddy.” Whore. Did you already forget that just now I almost crushed your windpipe from choking you, demanded Brent smack you harder, and rammed my raw cock in you as violently as I could all at the same time? He obeyed and poppered up, 4 deep sniffs in each nostril and I had to cap it for him because he was just spinning. Head lolling side to side, eyes unable to focus on me and unfocusing into the distance, blubbering and slurring his words. “Fffr….Fuck me daddy…Please? I..I want…need dick!” he moaned, suddenly looking desperate. I pulled my finger out and glided my cock in, straight to the balls. “Unhh…. Yeah….yeah…,” he moaned, his face lighting up gently with a soft but tired joy. “You gonna be my little Cunt, baby? Let me do what I want with you baby?” I whispered, kissing the nape of his neck as I pumped him slowly but deeply. All the way out to the tip, then all the way back in to the hilt. And then pulsed and try to squeeze in even just a little more to go deeper. Again and again. And again, but this time I punched it in and he yelped with a mixture of pain, pleasure, and surprise. “Daddy..!” “Daddy’s gonna hurt you now, ok baby? Can you let daddy beat your pussy up some more?” “Yes, Daddy. Please beat up my pussy,” he moaned. He looked up at me with baby dog eyes, and fuck!! That’s how Faggot looks at me when we have sex! These dumb sluts adore me, and it’s so cute it just makes me want to rape them with as much force as I can. My dick is long, and when punch fucking, it goes really deep. I lifted his legs onto my shoulders. I’m gonna go REALLY deep. REALLY hard. I began thrusting savagely into Cunt, quickly wiping the look of adoration in his eyes and replacing it with surprised screams as I hit that painful spot all the way at the end of his canal at bullet speed. “AHH! AHH AHHHHH! Ahh—ahhhAHHH!” Each especially hard thrust elicited a cry of pain. I heard Faggot start to moan from behind me too, and the mattress springs squeaking. I guess I woke up the black man who had slowly drifted off with Faggot, and he just started fucking. Faggot had also passed out from exhaustion and suddenly was jerked awake from being penetrated. I took a peek. “FUCK that Faggot. Your time’s up with him at 8AM so hurry up and fuck the shit out of that dumb slut,” I said. Acknowledging me with a grunt, the black man flipped Faggot onto his stomach, pounced on top of him, and just rammed down into him like a pogo stick. Faggot’s blue eyes flickered with a glow of life as the sudden rough sex was euphoric for his used wet hole. After making sure that Faggot was not going to get off easy today, I turned back to Cunt and gave it my all too. The rougher I pounded, the harder he pounded. From just fast pogo stick fucking to really loud smacks as he shoved the entire thing in hard in deep forceful and almost reckless thrusts. The beautiful blond boy underneath him cried out each time the big black dick hit the end of where it could hit. Wherever it was, it hurt. He was jamming his giant tool straight into the soft walls of his rectum any way he could instead of going up inside the natural direction of his hole. Not wanting Faggot’s moans to be louder than Cunt’s, I got competitive and mean. I didn’t think about trying to give it my all, I just fucked animalistically, which is what I do better than anything else I’ve ever tried. Over 10” of hard bone, even if it’s not thick and his hole is stretched, can do a lot of damage when I just let me feral instincts take over. I don’t even realize how hard I’m going until I suddenly look down at Cunt and he has a perpetual pained look on his face and is howling at a rapid staccato in rhythm with my fucking. His noises were a little deeper than Faggot’s, who sounds exactly like a girl when he screams. Together, the room suddenly exploded in sound of boys getting impaled harder than they were ready for. “I’M GONNA CUM! I’M GONNA BREED THAT FUCKING ASS!” the black man cried behind me. He closed his eyes hard and shoved in extra hard a couple times. Faggot SCREAMED. “AHH! TOO DEEP!!! TOO HARD!” he yelled. He’s taken a lot, but I know with that angle and force, there’s no way the john wouldn’t hurt him. He was probably doing it intentionally to him because his cries of pain aroused him and brought him closer to climax. “Take it ARRRGH!” the black man groaned, thrusting it all the way in and then just throbbing in place. He shuddered on top of Faggot, who was still screaming because the hard throbbing deep in his hole was especially painful. And then the cum shot in even deeper. The man quickly got dressed and left, having already paid me when he came in. Hearing Faggot yell “too hard” for the first time in a long time brought out something in me that I didn’t even know was there. I started pounding Cunt against the wall, just slamming my dick into him so hard it hammered him into the wall behind him. Crushed between me and the wall, he just yowled as I tried to fuck him so hard that my cock would hit the wall itself from inside him. “NNNGH! AYYYYY, AGGH AHH IT HURTS!” Cunt cried. “PLEASE! GENTLER! I CAN’T TAKE ANY MORE!” I just ignored him and pretended he didn’t even say anything. I’ve already done so many bad things to this kid that this is just gonna be a drop in the ocean. “PLEASE! AHH! AHH!” he cried. But all I felt was amazing wet fleshy goodness around my dick, and I can’t feel his pain, so I plowed on without mercy. It may have only been a few minutes, but I know to Cunt it probably felt like it was never going to end. Eventually I had another orgasm that rocked my body. We screamed in unison, him from pain, both of us from pleasure. It sent waves of tingles through to my toes and all of a sudden I looked down at the trembling boy underneath me with disgust. Remembering that I kissed the boy before we fucked, I spat on him harshly. “Stupid faggot. Fucking disgusting piece of shit…,” I growled. My dick had softened enough and had lost enough sensitivity so I just ripped it out, crawled over to the mattress, grabbed Faggot and pinned him against me just to have a warm body, and fell asleep with my dick against him, still sticky from Cunt’s nasty creamy hole.

Part 7 - The Winters Frost Conrad crept out of the house for the fifth morning running the cold dampness of the air assaulting him and not helping his mood. His parents were still coming to terms with the news he broke to them the weekend previously, Eddie his father was unable to speak to him explaining he needed time to think and understand the enormity of this. It didn't help matters that both Charlie and Joshua were going away for a few months returning in early March on their first tour of duty. Broken and missing Joshua badly they had become close both as friends and fuck buddies, this lead to Conrad deciding that he couldn't go on living in deceit like he had been. It was hard enough admitting to himself about his sexuality then coming out to his parents just made things worse, Jack was the only one he could and needed to talk to but he had not been answering his phone. He just needed to get today over with at college then we go up to the manor. The things that now played on his mind all boiled down to sex with men, he never thought he would miss sex so much with Joshua and he was finding it distracting and lonely. His phone rang and Conrad picked it up forming a big grin on his face answering it. "Hello Josh" Conrad said "how are you?". "Alright sexy how are you?" Joshua asked hoping Conrad was feeling good. Conrad sighed down the phone "I'm fine Josh, be even better if you were in bed with me". They chatted a while until Joshua needed to end the call "I miss you and want to make sure you are okay" Joshua said seeking clarification again. "Better now I have spoken to you, have a great time stuck with all those sailors" Conrad said giggling but in truth feeling even more down. Joshua hung up the phone and looked up the barracks from his seat in the grounds, he was still racked with guilt after their fir sexual encounter, he never meant to but found he couldn't withdraw quickly enough. Doing it once by accident he could accept, but the passion that took over them both rendered any thought of condoms in the subsequent times they met. Mostly he managed to pull out only then did he think he saw the disappointment etched on Conrad's face. Conrad loved the feeling of Joshua's orgasm the few times he had remained inside when ejaculating during the middle of the night when they both woke up aroused. Joshua looked over to the gym hall and saw Charlie exiting through the doors having finished his workout, standing up he put on a brave face and walked over to join him heading back to the dorm room to finish packing. Joshua was a ticking time bomb, one that was about to implode on himself yet alone sending out shock waves that Conrad would be unable to hide or take cover from. Having never been tested he didn't know for definite but had fooled around at home with some very dodgy characters in his past and knew he had taken at least two toxic loads up him. By evening Conrad returned home dropping his things off and heading up to the manor and down to the greenhouse but it seemed like no one had been there all week. He daren't go up to the manor itself without an invitation. He turned the light on and tidied things up and cleaned the tools that Jack was usually so meticulous in keeping spotless. "What are you doing here?" Simon asked frightening the living daylights out of Conrad "sorry" he apologised. Conrad put the tools down "I wanted to speak to Jack and hoped he would be here" he replied. Simon nodded "He is at the house in bed" he replied with a tinge of sadness "he will be happy to see you". Conrad put the tools down "Is he sick again?" he asked concerningly. "Yes" Simon replied looking a him "You seem out of sorts Conrad everything all right?" he asked. "Sort of" Conrad replied blinking back tears "can I talk with you after I see Jack please?". Simon shifted on his feet feeling uncomfortable not wanting to handle peoples baggage "Please Simon" Conrad begged. Simon smiled "Yes of course do you want to stay for dinner?" he asked Conrad waiting for him to finish. Conrad half smiled "I would love to thank you Simon". They walked up to the manor where Simon took Conrad's coat and showed him to Jack's room. Jack smiled seeing Conrad and complaining that Simon was fussing way to much now he was on the mend. They spent an hour catching up before Jack dozed off and Conrad left him to rest going back downstairs to the lounge where Simon was waiting. "Is he alright?" Conrad asked "please tell me Simon?" he pleaded. Simon nodded "He is a lot better and should be back on his feet by Sunday if he rests". "I hope so" Conrad said cheering up a little. Simon patted Conrad's shoulder "Come on lets eat" he said "champagne is your tipple if I remember rightly?". Conrad laughed "I only had it the once on my 18th birthday here" he replied "with Jack and you" he said. Simon nodded "Jack is really fond of you Conrad I hope you know that" he said sitting down at the table. "I owe him a lot Simon, he has taught me everything I know and helped me so willingly" Conrad replied. Simon smiled "He fought me when I told him you weren't to come to the manor after I found out". "You don't like me, that much I can tell?" Conrad asked causing him to look at him. Simon looked at him "Tolerate you, I value privacy Conrad, nothing to do with liking you" he said "anyway it is Jack you come to see". They kept the conversation light and Conrad drank way to many glasses of champagne, they were both enjoying each others company for the first time being alone together and Simon loved hearing about Joshua. He never even thought to ask Simon about Harry and the Arab guy, instead they drank and ate. Simon suggested they go in to the lounge after the butler cleared the dinner things away and dismissed him for the night. Simon brought the champagne with him and they both sat on the sofa in front the log fire listening to some classical music. Conrad got a little loose lipped opened up about his parents finding it hard to accept his choice in life, strangely Simon had the same problem with his family and only really accepted it after he made his fortune sniffing around for handouts but never came to see him. They laughed long in to the evening the central heating and log fire making the lounge warm and they both sat there in t-shirts. He wasn't drunk just merry and sitting with Simon felt very comforting, it helped that he had a pretty toned body that was bigger than Joshua and also taller and not unattractive he thought. It was confusing Conrad in his head with the champagne, Conrad was being brave and checking out Simon's muscles in his arms and legs making him laugh. Conrad sat back on the sofa laughing whilst Simon checked out his average sized muscles as he called them, he never realised that each touch Simon made was causing him to moan softly and giggle. In the blink of an eye and like magnets they kissed briefly. The heady mix of champagne and warmth of the room was proving to enticing for both of them. Simon sat back and chuckled "You should stop now whilst your ahead" he suggested smiling at Conrad. Conrad swung himself over sitting on Simon's lap "Why?" he asked "what will happen if we continue?" he asked teasingly running his hand along Simon's chest. Simon smiled stroking Conrad's arm "I will fuck and breed you" he said smirking sniffing a new victim "there will be no stopping me once I home in on you". Conrad laughed then leaned in and kissed him "You mean cum in me?" he asked "you wouldn't be the first" he said. Simon kissed and teased Conrad "Cum in you with my gift and convert you" he said with a sinister smirk. Conrad chuckled with no idea what he was waffling on about, all he saw was an experienced man who had a very erect cock. Leaning forward he kissed Simon falling in to the open arms like prey lured so easily, feeling his body moving Conrad came to rest on his back under Simon. He looked down at Conrad the champagne in his blood removing any remorse he might have for what he was about to do, the hunter was ready to swoop on his prey. In his eyes he had given fair warning and it was no longer his fault if the he didn't fully understand the impeding attack of this alpha hunter. Conrad pulled Simon's t-shirt off and stroked his body, bravely his hand moved down to the hunters weapon that was hard to touch. Conrad was lifted up his legs around Simons body kissing him passionately both naked his arse grinding against Simon's cock. Suddenly Conrad let out a louder moan and winced in pain his body being lowered on to Simon's cock with little effort, his legs held around Simon's waist his head rolled back from pure overload feeling the cock penetrating in to his body. He gave several upward thrusts and Conrad cried pushing at Simon's shoulders to raise himself up and stop him going in too quickly, his attempt futile at best crying louder and gasping but at the same time wrapping his arms around Simon's neck kissing him. The pubes around his cock flattened against Conrad's arse coming to rest fully immersed inside him, the prey was lured and captured. Conrad stopped kissing him and leaned back grinding his arse down deeper moaning then resting. Simon picked up the glass of champagne and watched Conrad knock it back, he smiled and kissed Conrad tasting the remnants of the Laurent Perrier's distinctive bouquet on his lips. Simon did the same knocking his drink back then sat back on the sofa allowing his prey to gently ride his cock, lulling him in to a false sense of security before he would swoop in for the kill poisoning the prey with his toxic venom. Conrad leaned back and felt he was taking even more of his cock and loving the feeling he slowly and elegantly he rode Simon feeling every inch inside him a steady motion they both enjoyed. Simon reached over and topped the champagne up holding the glass up to Conrad's mouth he poured egging him on to drink it all. Already reeling from the effects of too much champagne he was to far gone in sexual pleasure to care, throwing himself forward kissing Simon again grinding down harder. Conrad looked in to his eyes 'Fuck me Simon please' he half pleaded to him, he smirked and kissed Conrad 'You want a hard conversion?' he whispered watching Conrad nod. Simon pushed Conrad off his cock twisting his body around until he was over the back of the sofa, the hunter now ran his tongue along the back tasting and subduing his prey, his hips moved gently lining his cock up with the head poised. In one almighty thrust with his body weight behind he speared Conrad feeling his body react and the cries from the hunters first intentional strike, his hands holding the prey down over the back of the sofa he fucked hard and relentlessly pounding deeper each time his prey struggled. His attack continued until the last sign of any fight left the preys body. Taken by surprise an utterly loving the way he was held Conrad relaxed accepting the hunters control lastly his body began to ease from tension hoping to minimise the destructive force being borne down on him. The hunter knew the time to strike was coming his balls slowly tightening, any moment know he would launch the final attack on his prey, the prey that moaned between pain and pleasure pushing his arse up and back to take more. His body switched from hunting to kill mode, the thrusting changing to deeper penetrating movement no longer able to hold back the hunter pushed up hard grunting loudly. His body lunging further forward clamping his arms tightly around his prey securing and holding him deep on his cock to receive the toxic venom. There was no escape for the prey his venom was already being released rapidly coating the lining and finding any small breach to gain access and poison the prey. His cock pulsing hard in his prey continuously pushing it deeper, grinding and pushing to make sure there would be leakage and sealing the fate of his prey. Jack sat up in bed a shiver ran through his spine like someone walked over his grave. The manor seemed quiet enough and had no idea why he suddenly woke up with an odd sensation, he laid back down drifting off to sleep. Simon held on to Conrad his hips still pushing and grinding in to Conrad's arse forcing his toxic seed and cock deeper in to Conrad, still hard and turned on he gently started fucking again. Conrad raised his head and kissed him 'Fuck yes' he said smiling with his mouth open and moaning at the depth of Simon's cock inside him. His hands still clamped firmly around Conrad's body 'Oh god yes' he cried out like he was feeling the cock inside him for the first time. Simon didn't take long to finish giving a second dose of his venom to Conrad. He lovingly kissed Conrad's neck and shoulders keeping his cock inside plugging his hole preventing any leakage. Slowly he moved Conrad's body and laid him flat on the sofa coming to rest on top of him. Conrad held on to Simon's hand caressing it, a champagne and sex smile on his face his eyelids fluttering and nodding off. Conrad shifted "Fuck what time is it" he suddenly said panicking. Simon moved and Conrad winced not realising he was still inside him semi erect "3 in the morning". "Crap I am going to get in to trouble, how could you let me fall asleep?" Conrad asked. Simon smiled "I thought you was quite content being in this position" he replied kissing his shoulder. His hips ground against Conrad's arse "Fuck you're getting hard" Conrad moaned. He could feel Simon's cock expanding and growing in his arse, repositioning himself to lay flat on Conrad slowly he ground deeper hearing the soft echoing moans from underneath him. The grinding got more pronounced and Conrad lifted his head briefly kissing Simon, the thrill of his immobilised body trapped in this erotic state caused him to push his arse up several times moaning and waiting for Simon to push him back down. The grinding moved to slowly tender thrusts at first, Conrad became aware for the first time of the sound as Simon's balls slapped against his arse giving a round of applause. Quicker and quicker the sound came, Simons breathing changed in to a light panting with the occasional groan thrown in for good measure. Conrad slipped his hands around Simon's intertwining their fingers and holding on. The pace quickened again and his body weight shifted lifting his chest off Conrad's back ready to inseminate him with a third toxic load. Suddenly Simon growled long and hard pushing his hips down almost crushing Conrad's arse and jolting forward, Conrad moaned through the pain and discomfort feeling pulsations emitting deep in his arse. The grin on his face was not for Conrad to see whilst he looked down at the lad taking more of his seed deep inside. He held the position for ages constantly pushing in, each time he pushed Conrad's buttocks spread apart letting Simon get deeper ensuring he got a good breeding. Finally he collapsed on top of Conrad and kissed his neck. Simon rolled on to his side pulling Conrad with him stroking his chest, his cock plugging Conrad's arse keeping his toxic seed inside. Weirdly even for Simon this was one conversion he desperately had wanted to happen, all the years watching him grow up and now he was impaled on his cock, full of his seed changing the body. The initial panic over knowing he would get in to trouble either way he resided to stay in this comfortable position with Simon falling asleep until 8am. The sun was slowly rising bringing daylight in to the lounge, Conrad could see out of the window and the white hard frost that coated the landscape. he moaned at his headache from drinking too much last night. Feeling sore in his arse he moved closing his eyes at the discomfort and finally easing the semi erect cock out, he couldn't believe he had been so slutty last night but he was missing sex with Joshua. Simon mumbled and cuddled Conrad waking up in the process eventually sitting up putting on the clothes they left laying on the floor after being discarded quickly last night. He thought there would be a little awkwardness between Conrad and him but he seemed to be his normal self whilst they sat drinking coffee in the kitchen. Conrad left feeling like he was doing a walk of shame strolling down Hibiscus Drive so early that morning, the plumes of mist from his breath hung in the stillness of the freezing air. He walked into the house just as his mother was coming down the stairs. "Where have you been?" Jody asked looking at how rough he looked. Conrad looked at her "At the manor Jack is not very well" he replied passing her on the stairs. Jody looked at him "What again?" she asked in a caring voice "how is he?". Conrad shrugged his shoulders "Better hopefully he will be up and around on Sunday". "Conrad" Jody called as he walked up the stairs "You miss him don't you?" she asked. Conrad looked at her "Charlie?" he asked "of course I do". Jody shook her head "No that Joshua guy I mean". Conrad's expression changed and he nodded "I don't love him" he said "I do miss him though". Jody nodded "Give it a few weeks Conrad, we love you and it is hard for all of us at the moment". They were words of some comfort for him and he spent the rest of Saturday head in his book getting ready for his first part of his exam next week. Sunday morning he got a text from Jack telling him he was up and around if he wanted to go through his papers for the exam. He always thought growing up that gardening was simple but knowing Jack as he did now he was clearly very knowledgeable and Conrad relied on this to help him through the course. He had a way of making things seem practical rather than confusing. Of course sitting in the warming winter sunshine in the greenhouse that Sunday afternoon Conrad was in two minds weather to let on that he had slept with Simon, several times he nearly did but held back not sure how Jack would feel about it. Conrad breezed through the exam managing 86% which was the highest mark from the group of 15, six flunked it and would need to resit it the following year. Having Jack back and looking like himself a week later helped Conrad cheer up immensely as they planned the garden planting schedule for spring together, they sat quite close to each other as they always did. Conrad let slip that he had dinner with Simon that Friday night he visited, Jack suddenly had a horrible feeling. "How long did you stay?" Jack asked trying to keep it light. Conrad put his head down "Until the morning" he admitted. Jack put his hand on Conrad's arm "Be honest with me Conrad did you and Simon do anything?". Conrad nodded and looked at Jack "I'm sorry, I was lonely and having a bad time" he explained. Jack shook his head "Did he cum in you?" he asked straight out. "Yes" Conrad replied looking at him "is it relevant?" he asked. "Oh Conrad" Jack said looking at him "have you been ill since he fucked you?" he asked. Conrad looked curiously at him "No not since my cold a few months back" he replied then opened his eyes wide "he has HIV?" he asked. Jack nodded "Yes and like me he is not on medication for it" he replied. Conrad knew the dangers and that it was too late now "But hang on, you never told me you have it!". "Simon gave it to me years ago" Jack confessed "it was an accident as he didn't know at the time". Conrad sat in silence for what seemed like ages "Have I got it?" he finally asked. Jack went over and hugged him "Most likely he converted you" he said. Conrad raised his eyebrows "I remember something about him saying to convert me" he suddenly remembered "I drank way too much champagne". Jack nodded looking slightly angry "Can you take me to get tested?" Conrad asked thinking logically. Jack looked curiously at him "Yes, but are you not worried or angry at Simon?" he asked. Conrad looked at him "Furious" he replied "but what is done is done" he said "so you being sick?". Jack nodded "Yes it is that, but you can take treatment Conrad". Jack made an appointment for Conrad just after the new year, it didn't stop him thinking about it and each morning when he woke up he was expecting to be sick after what Jack had explained. He did a lot of reading about it on the internet and saw that the majority of people who contract live normal lives adhering to the medication. It couldn't have come at a worse time with Christmas upon them and Conrad had been living in dread now knowing what took place at the manor that night. Regrets and anger would rise and fall in him every time he thought about what Simon had done to him, he couldn't pin it down to stealth fucking since Simon had told him outright what he was going to do. But on the other hand why should he have known what he meant, he knew he had been the subject of a deliberate conversion and decided to keep clear of the manor needing time to think. On top of all that he had to face Christmas without Charlie, already the vibe was different in the house kind of empty without them both being there. He had a sleepless night and woke on Christmas Day feeling terrible, he manged to join his parents and grandparents for most of the day but went to his room at four in the afternoon, his head hurt and he was running a slight fever. He tried not to worry anyone but his mother kept coming up to check on him. Christmas night alone in his bedroom Conrad sat on the side of his bed fearing the worst and that Simon had been successful in transmitting his virus. Over thinking things as usual it dawned on him that it may just be a mild cold, like the one he had a few months back so maybe it wasn't what he thought. Eventually falling a sleep around 2am his head running thoughts of how he could exact revenge on him, what he never knew was that he caught a sickness bug from his last day at college that took a few days to appear. Late Boxing Day he felt better and joined in, early evening he got a video call from Joshua and Charlie both of whom were sporting nice suntans dressed only in shorts on a beach in the Caribbean. It didn't help when Joshua panned out and rubbed his cock 'I will be home soon on leave for 2 months so you better be ready for me' he said blowing Conrad a kiss making his eyes water 'I miss you both so much' he replied ending their call. Conrad sat on his bed and cried, he needed Charlie here and importantly he wanted to feel Joshua's body and hold him. He felt empty like nothing was complete in his life, would anyone even want to touch him now he was tainted. Given the chance he would jump at being in a relationship with Joshua but they were both very clear on where they stood in that respect despite the incredible love that had grown between them, he liked Joshua but was in no way in love with him. His thought wandered back to Harry and weather he should go to London for a few days after New Year and before college started again. Harry had a great Christmas at home enjoying the break. Moham had taken Harry to New York for a few days before Christmas on a so called business trip. On the flight back Moham handed Harry a set to keys to a private residence he brought for Harry not far from the office, part Christmas present and part bonus at doing so well at his job. Harry was completely respectful of Moham, except when in a hotel bedroom together. Adam had done a wonderful job mentoring Harry, they often kissed but so far no sex. They adored each other and wanted to keep their friendship real and they both knew sex was going to happen at some point. Despite protesting that he wasn't sure it was hiv Jack insisted he got tested anyway to make sure. A few hours later Conrad sat there in the park with Jack reading through the bottle of tablets the consultant had prescribed, his diagnosis had come back quickly with quite a high viral load already circulating in his body. It helped that Jack knew the consultant and getting the test and result quickly he couldn't stop the shocked looked on his face though hearing how high Conrad's viral load was. He held back and spoke with the consultant handing him a wad of cash. Conrad put the bottle in his pocket and looked across the park. Jack sat there in silence waiting for Conrad to say something but he remained quiet, he couldn't help thinking that Conrad's viral load was high for someone infected so recently. He looked at Conrad coming to the conclusion that maybe his body reproduced the virus quickly. "Conrad" Jack repeated trying to get his focus "are you alright?" he asked. Conrad smiled "I think so" he replied "I just don't know how I feel actually knowing for sure". "You must take the tablets, don't end up like us old twisted perverts" Jack said. Conrad laughed "I never looked at you in that way" he replied "well old maybe" he said laughing again. "Been a year you won't forget I bet" Jack said in reflection. Conrad smiled "Yes" he said "I have decided to seek Harry out, although not sure how he would react". Jack patted Conrad's leg "You will have no problem finding a lover either way Conrad". "Did I ever tell you that Harry was at the manor?" Conrad asked suddenly remembering. Jack stopped swinging "No" he said looking astounded "when was that?". "August, he arrived with the Arab guy in the helicopter" Conrad said looking at him. "Oh, I only knew him as E but I know who you mean" Jack replied "caught my eye" he said then stopped. "What?" Conrad asked knowing he was mid sentence. "Simon spent the night with him he won E in the auction" Jack informed him. "Auction?" Conrad asked sounding disgusted "you mean they bid to fuck?" he asked. "Spend the night with" Jack corrected him "but yes, Moham the Arab guy bid for him as well". Conrad laughed and looked at Jack "Been there and done that" he said looking at Jack's shocked face. Conrad explained how he got the money for the course "Not so innocent after all are you?" Jack said amused. "Does that mean Simon got Harry sick as well?" Conrad asked looking a little concerned. Jack nodded "It is a high probability" he replied "I'm sorry I know we must seem like... I don't know". "Twisted perverts" Conrad replied smiling at Jack briefly "my life is ruined isn't it?". Jack put his arm around him "No far from it, I will speak to Simon make sure you are taken care of". Conrad scoffed "He has already done that" he replied angrily "tell him I want the manor" he joked. Jack laughed "Nothing like aiming high" he said kissing him on the cheek. To say Conrad was shocked about the revelation of Harry being auctioned off was understated, but then he was no different when he sold his arse for the course money to the Arab. Looking back it was painful but still incredibly hot he thought. He couldn't understand why he felt no different knowing he had hiv, holding the first tablet in his fingers he decided against taking it for now and put it back in the bottle. It was mild for New Years eve and Conrad headed up to the manor to check on his parsnips and sprouts that should be good after the week of frosty nights and mornings. He picked a few parsnips and went back in to the warmth of the greenhouse and started cleaning them up standing against the bench. Jack walked past the window smiling at Conrad and came in to the greenhouse closing the door behind him, it was quite humid and he quickly took off his jacket and standing behind Conrad and circling his arms around his waist. "How is my little gardener today?" Jack asked kissing him on the cheek. Conrad smiled "Just fine" he replied putting the parsnip in the basket. Jack squeezed him "No really, how are you?" he asked again just to make sure. Conrad turned to face him "What do you want me to say Jack?" he asked "that I hate everyone and the world". Jack leaned back looking at him "Hey" he said "is something wrong?". "Yes" Conrad replied unable to resist the temptation and longing he had for years now "you are what's wrong". Jack looked shocked but Conrad pulled him forward kissing him on the mouth "Conrad" Jack said pushing back. He looked Conrad in the eyes and they both snapped kissing frantically his body edging up until he sat on the bench with Jack between his legs. Both making strange noises kissing harder, Conrad's hand instantly delved down rubbing Jack's cock and undoing his jeans 'Conrad no we shouldn't' Jack said pushing back out of concern 'Yes we should we both knew this was going to happen' he said pushing Jack's jeans down and slipping off the bench. His mouth closed around Jack's cock moving down the shaft and back up licking around the head then back down again. Jack already had hold of Conrad's head forcing him further down on his cock holding him there feeling his throat gag then letting him off for air. He roughly pulled Conrad up kissing him then quickly spun him around pushing him over the bench. His hands yanking Conrad's jeans down popping the button off 'Your fucking right I have wanted to do this for years and your going to get it' he said spitting loudly on to Conrad's bare arse and fingering the saliva in. Conrad moaned like a wild beast 'Dam yes, come on fuck me!' he shouted out moaning when Jack jabbed two fingers in his arse roughly 'fucking rape me' he said out of nowhere, Jack held Conrad down 'Rape you' he laughed 'I am going to destroy that pretty arse of yours' he said aiming his cock up against Conrad's hole. He pushed hard his eight inches tearing its way through and not stopping until he was balls deep. Conrad cried out in agony trying to push up but Jack swiftly pushed him back down holding the back of his neck and pummelling in to arse. Conrad grimaced in some very weird sick pleasure and pain the grunts and cries echoing around the greenhouse. Jack should no sign of easing up and continued hammering his cock in long hard rapid strokes causing Conrad to gasp when he bottomed out each time. Jack stopped leaned forward and pulled Conrad's head up 'Is that what you want?' he asked jabbing his cock in again hard 'you fucking know I do' Conrad replied kissing Jack trying to suck the tongue out his mouth. Jack pushed him back down and started assaulting his arse again 'Fucking cock teased me for the last four years' Jack said pushing his cock in hard then wriggling his hips letting Conrad feel his cock jabbing inside in arse in every direction 'fuck yes' Conrad cried out, Jack laughed 'Payback time' he said gripping harder on to Conrad's neck and hammering in hard again 'here it comes' he cried out moaning 'fucking breeding you' he said moaning and panting in one final thrust he shoved in deep and Conrad yelped at the pulsing cock against the now tender sides of anal wall. Jack groaned his body shuddering releasing his seed 'fuck yes' he said jolting his hips again 'take it baby that's what you wanted' he shouted out falling forward. The last few drops of cum trickled out of Conrad's cock splattering on the flagstone floor of the greenhouse his whole body shuddering at the power of his own orgasm. Jack panted heavily struggling to get his breath back and resting on Conrad's back. Conrad held Jack's thighs keeping the hard cock inside his arse. Jack continued grinding his cock deep in Conrad for nearly 10 minutes until he began to soften. Conrad raised his head concerned "Are you alright Jack?" he asked. Jack nodded "Yes" he said through laboured breaths "takes me a while to get my breath back". "You made me cum without touching my cock" Conrad said kissing him lightly on the lips. Jack smiled "Shows how much you really wanted me I guess" he said standing upright pulling his cock out. "Ouch" Conrad tensed up "slowly it hurts" he said. Jack looked down at the streaks of blood on his cock "I got you good" he sniggered. Conrad pulled his jeans up but Jack pushed him down to his knees "You haven't finished, clean it up bitch" he said. It wasn't the most pleasantest of experiences cleaning cock after it being in his arse, Joshua certainly never expected him to do that. Fortunately he was pretty clean and only got the salty remnants of Jack's cum and the coppery taste that was his own blood. Really he didn't know what to expect from finally having sex with Jack all he could think was back to times when they laughed and joked around in the flower beds. Certainly there was some element of flirting that grew the older Conrad got leading to right now. Jack moved his growing cock away from Conrad's mouth pulling him up to his feet and kissing him. Conrad pulled his jeans up and sat on the floor "Fuck Jack" he said half grinning and grimacing in pain. "You wanted it" Jack replied zipping up his jeans "horny little fucker aren't you?" he said. Conrad chuckled "I never realised you were such an animal" he said looking amazed "seriously I never expected that side of you". Jack smiled "Well you know what to expect now" he said helping Conrad up "and I needed to make sure you got some of my DNA implanted in your body". "I think you did that my arse is sore as hell" Conrad replied then laughed. When he got home later that evening Conrad showered and went to bed, laying there he gently fingered his hole that was still tender. A small amount of Jack's seed seeped out and Conrad flipped over looking at the small red stained semen on his sheet 'Oh Jack' he said rubbing his cock and leaning down licking and sucking the cum up before swallowing it. He laid down on his back the thought of Jack assaulting his arse so violently, his erection felt incredibly harder than normal. Thrusting his hips up he rolled the foreskin back holding his cock tight jettisoning his seed like a bullet, firing up across his face and landing across his left eyebrow and into his eye stinging badly he squinted and jumped off the bed. His orgasm was so strong his legs couldn't hold him upright properly, his hips bucking with orgasm pulses in his cock that travelled down his legs, still expelling small amounts of cum on the floor and wall of his bedroom. Wiping his eye with his t-shirt and looking in the mirror he had a big case of pink eye and it still stung like hell. When he finally made it to the bathroom he bathed his eye in some warm water and put some eye drops in to stem the pink eye. It was another frosty morning and Conrad was up at the manor by 8am following Jack's instruction to tidy one the larger flower beds by the greenhouse. Jack turned up a little after 9am and saw Conrad kneeling down amongst the evergreen bushes. It was too good to pass by he thought feeling his cock expanding under his jeans, walking outside again it was eerily quiet. The only sound was Conrad discreetly clipping away some of the dead branches lower down on the bushes. Jack crept up behind him his cock already hard and hanging out of his jeans, the cold air accentuated his erection even more. Conrad heard the twig snap and was about to turn his head when he was pushed down with one hand letting out a cry as branch scratched the side of his face. Swiftly Jack yanked Conrad's jeans and underwear down and slipped his cold cock deep in to the warmth cosiness of Conrad's arse then dead weighting him he started pounding deep. Conrad raised his head looking in to the tangled mess of the branches in front of him, he struggled against Jack's assault in a pretend fashion. He was so turned on and strangely found it erotic being raped in the flower bed by him. Conrad gasped and pushed his arse up wanting to feel Jack deep in him again, he took it as a sign of struggle and pushed Conrad down with his hips, his free hand clamped over Conrad's mouth stifling his moans and ramping up the force of his thrusting penetrating deeper and feeling his balls tighten up sharply. Jack grunted and pushed down harder clenching his buttocks tightly lost in the most intense pleasure from his balls to the tip of his cock pumping him full of his seed again. Conrad thought it was all over but Jack was not done, he continued fucking Conrad until he was ready to implant more DNA. The second orgasm as big as the first and giving several rapid jabs to make sure Conrad knew he was fucked. Jack laid on top panting and wheezing heavily catching his breath. Lifting himself off and pulling his cock out slowly and large trickle of blood soaked semen escaped winding its way down his arse and over his balls 'Dirty whore' Jack said chuckling. Conrad kneeled up and pulling his jeans back up when he turned Jack had already gone and left him there. Shit he thought to himself trying to gather his thoughts and unable to explain why Jack had this intoxicating control over in sex. Conrad was cold and soaked when he walked in to the greenhouse "Morning" he said to Jack kissing him. Jack kissed him back "Morning, you look like you have been raped" he said smirking. Conrad put his pruning clippers down "Yeah crap fucker though didn't even say thank you" he said. Jack creased up laughing "Fuck knows why Conrad but I love abusing you and can you take it". Conrad kissed him slow and tenderly "Seriously sex is so hot with you" he said. Jack ran his finger across the cut below Conrad's cheek and licked the blood "You taste nice" he chuckled. Conrad shook his head still reeling from the incredible fuck had been subjected to, Jack took Conrad up to the manor sneaking him in to one of the bathrooms to get him cleaned up. Jack and Conrad had two or three random aggressive fucks in the greenhouse or up against trees in the ground over the next couple of days before Conrad went to London with his parents. His arse was still sore after arriving in London from Jack pounding his arse twice the evening before he left, the second one Jack tied Conrad down to the workbench and spent nearly an hour abusing his arse before giving him his going away protein. Every time Conrad woke up in the night he couldn't stop controlling himself and masturbated orgasming within minutes with the thought of Jack raping him and planting his seed deep inside.

People definitely should be only fucking who they like. But rude behaviors like elbowing someone in a sex club is not cool- that happened quite often to POC. Imo it's more about the how. Just say no or walk away.

I'm fine with not being someone's preference. It's always how they said it that bugs me. Like some guys who go out of their way to say "no fat no fem no Asian", they could've just said" I'm not interested thank you".

"612 Wharf Avenue" Oliver mumbled to himself as he followed the maps on his phone. "Its not so far from the clinic" he thought, as he remembered yesterdays checkup with Doug. After several sessions Oliver now looked forward to being used by Doug. The man had made him do things, and feel things, he had never in his wildest dreams imagined. With careful planning doug had spent days doping the boy up, and training him to serve. Taking a mans cock was almost part of his day now as he looked forward to the powerful narcotics and undeniable pleasure of dougs deep strokes. For the first time in a while, Olivers own cock twitched at the thought of another powerful orgasm at the older mans experienced hands. "Brickyard parlour" he read the neon sign in front of the dimly lit shop. it didnt sound as clinical as dougs own practice, but if Doug said this was the last step in his treatment then so be it. Stepping in the door he was greeted by Dougs warm smile. "Ollie! im so glad youre on time. come along now we dont want to keep our specialist waiting" he picked up a black medical bag and marched ollie through a corridor to a dimly lit back room. In the center was a sling suspended from the ceiling with a tray adjacent containing needles and several exotic tools he had never seen. "Oliver i presume?" the tall man smiled as he looked up from a magazine. "Im Joseph, one of dougs specialists." Josephs mohawk shimmered a brilliant red, and with tattoos extending the length of his body Oliver began to wonder what Joseph did at all. "now Dougs told me all about your treatment and I'll be finishing up today. hopefully we'll just be in...and out." he grinned, looking at the boys slender body. "why dont you get out of those clothes and hop up here" Joseph patted the leather sheet suspended in the room as Oliver looked at doug. "Its a simple procedure Ollie dont worry" Doug smiled assuredly at the boy. Obediently Oliver stripped his shirt off, then his pants and underwear, and awkwardly crawled into the sling. "here we go, scoot back now" Joseph instructed as Ollie felt his legs being strapped to the chains at the end of the contraption. Doug opened his bag and produced Olivers new favourite past time, a long needle full of fun. "a little more medicine this time sweetie, just relax and let it make you feel good" Joseph gripped the boys arm in his strong hand as Ollie eagerly made the fist doug taught him to make. Watching the plume of blood dance in the barrel of the syringe, Oliver stared at Dougs steady hand as he pumped the drugs into the boys slender arm. "off we go baby" Joseph released his powerful grip and the young boy gasped and groaned, coughing and squirming against the restraints. "he really does have a pretty pussy" Joseph remarked, casually sliding his fingertips along Olivers hole. "He sure does, and hes been such a good boy about it. isnt that right ollie? you like your nice pink pretty pussy dont you" Oliver mumbled and nodded with a grin as Joseph slipped a nasal cannula over the boys head. "We dont want you getting too excited now ollie, Joseph has to concentrate for this part" doug rubbed the boys chest as the tall punk adjusted the flow of nitrous oxide to the boy. Oliver let out a sigh and a giggle as Doug teased his tits. "that a boy ollie just relax. Why dont you suck a little?" Oliver turned his head to face Dougs now throbbing erection. the meat just looked so irresistably delicious, so perfect, with a clear pearl of sticky sweet precum forming at the tip. Oliver had to have it, as he hungrily fed the thick tool into his mouth. Joseph carefully lined the first needle up with Olivers hard pink nipple and pierced it effortlessly in a single stroke, eliciting nothing more than a loud groan from the boy as he hungrily slurped away. "youre doing so good ollie just a few more" Joseph thread the boys nippled with a small ring and moved to his other puffy pink nub. "mmmmfffghh" ollie gurgled as the pin drove into his sensitive tit. as Doug gently pushed more of his cock into the boys throat. "relax ollie, let the nice man finish his work. Its rude to complain" Dougs balls tightened as he invaded the teens throat. Oliver felt embarassed as he felt his throat stretch around Dougs warm tool. He didnt want to be anymore trouble, after all Doug said this was the last part. "big deep breaths ollie youre doing great" Joseph took the boys limp cock into his hand and inspected the little pink head. "that should do nicely" he remarked, as he quickly skewered the boys cockhead with a fresh needle Oliver jerked violently, his throat spasming around Dougs leaking cock. "Oh ollie thats so good sweetie." Doug groaned as he felt his cum rocket out of his balls and down the boys throat. "drink the nice warm milk ollie, its good for you" doug held the struggling boy down as he began to gulp his seed. "there we go baby" Doug pulled his glistening tool from the teens panting mouth as he looked down at his body. "owww" he remarked, looking at his freshly pierced nipplies, his gaze turned to his swollen prick. Embedded in the head was a shiny gold ring. "Do you like it ollie?" doug stroked the boys hair as doug gently lifted his sensitive member. "it has a nice shiny diamond in it too ollie, isnt it pretty?" The intoxicated boy just nodded. Doug marvelled at the sight of the boys new jewelery. "Just one more thing ollie and we'll be all finished up" Joseph smiled to the boy and pulled him down until his pale little cheeks barely dipped over the edge of the sling. "now be nice and still ollie" Joseph chided as he raised the tattoo gun to the boys tight ass and began stenciling a tiny biohazard tattoo. "What is that?" oliver asked curiously. "Joseph is just making sure people who see your pussy know its the best sweetie. You cant take any chances if you want the bigggest and best cocks to fuck you. This just makes sure they know Ollies little pussy is going to be warm and sweet." Oliver just sighed and slumped back into the sling. The low hum of the tattoo gun seemed distant in his ears as he thought about dougs words. Doug was so kind to make sure people didnt mistake his boypussy for just any old hole. It really was going to be a perfect pussy "there we go Ollie all done." Joseph bandaged the boys fresh ink. "looks inviting doesnt it?" doug remarked to the pig as he gazed at the boys pink hole. "he looks perfect doug just like all the rest. I'd love to get my cock up inside him." Doug slipped Josephs prick from his jeans and worked it in his palm. "why wait? hes right there Joe." Joseph groaned as doug rubbed his leaking tool at the warm lips of Olivers cunt. "i cant, he cant get hard for at least 3 days Doug." "open wide ollie, the nice mans going to fuck your pussy now" doug stuffed his fingers into the boys mouth, wetting them copiously as he returned to massage the boys drool into his own puffy pussy. "dont worry joe, hes not getting hard this month. now fuck that pretty little pussy." Joseph eased forward and pushed his pierced head into the boy as he groaned. "thats right, dont fight that pretty little cunt, give it a nice long fuck" Doug pointed his camera as it recorded the boys thirsty ass receiving another thick poz dong. ollie grunted and moaned as Joseph dragged the boy along the length of his meat, and true to his word, Ollies little cock didnt so much as stiffen. "oh god mister youre going to make me cum" Oliver panted. "i should probably quit now, thats bound to be a little painf-" Doug pushed the piggy punk back into the boy. "ssshhh, its not polite to stop when youre so close. besides it wouldnt matter, Ollies pussy can easily make him cum even if you dont move a muscle." The boy groaned as his eyes shot open and as he grit his teeth, the thick stream of pink cream flowed from his newly pierced cockhead. The agony, extacy, and drugs all combined to keep ollie cumming for far longer than he had ever thought possibe. "fuck me its like hes milking me! oh christ im cumming" Joseph grunted into the boy. "there ya go breed him deep. Ollie loves having nice big loads in his butt dont you ollie?" "cum in me" Oliver grunted commandingly as the salty seed tortured his cock, his ass milking away. "there, wasnt that nice joe? Say, why stop there, how about we just relax those muscles and have a nice big piss inside" Joseph hadnt intended on fucking anything today, but now that Doug was here, he found it practically irresistable as the older man gently rubbed his guts. "nnngh" Ollie groaned as the fit pig released a stream of hot yellow piss into his ass.

Fucking with just spit, precum and the natural lube your ass makes is awesome. I wish more guys would figure this out.

I was raised to Never Ever wash a football jersey or a Jock Washing just ruins these manly artifacts

Lot of misconceptions here. Yes, an untreated HIV infection can take years to lead to AIDS, but that doesn’t mean it won’t cause health problems. Seroconversion illness (aka “fuck flu”) itself, especially in older folks who might have other health conditions, can be pretty serious. And in folks with weaker immune systems to begin with, the progression to AIDS might be much faster. Also - yes, there’s a risk of kidney function issues with Truvada, but the risk does not increase substantially with age unless you already have another kidney issue (something any doctor would screen for before starting someone on Truvada). I am also not following your logic in saying that “it would not even be a health issue” if he took ART after getting HIV, but taking PrEP is somehow more likely to cause kidney issues? There’s a risk of kidney issues with most antiretrovirals. And don’t get me wrong, as a public health worker I’m not a fan of a lot of things that “big pharma” does in the US, but if you really think PrEP is a ploy to “get people to take drugs they don’t need” in order to sell more drugs, don’t you think they would rather people became HIV+ and needed multiple/more expensive drugs? I work with multiple MSM in their 70s who take PrEP, and it’s a perfectly valid option to reduce their risk of HIV infection. I like that it empowers them to have the kind of sex they enjoy at a time in their life when they can finally let loose, after living through some of the worst periods of rampant homophobia and the terrifying early days of the AIDS epidemic.

Why not? A friend of mine seroconverted, and he knew because he had persistent colds, sinus infections, and flu symptoms that wouldn't go away for 2 months and made his life a bummer. This is because the virus was taking out his immune system. He was 50. He had tested negative within the year. I don't want to be judgy about fetishes around the virus, but in practicality it can have severe, fatal consequences, along an excruciating, debilitating journey, and have effects that can be felt rather early. A 72 year old could still have 50 years to live (unlikely, but possible), and as he ages, his immune system likely weakens naturally. It's not the age to open his system up to anything that could weaken this farther--what was an annoyance and a real bummer to my friend could have meant death for him 25 years later. Medically it makes total sense to me. He may not have sex frequently, but when he does he wants to be a cumdump....so why not enjoy it without fearing he'll die earlier, or be sicker or more in the hospital? Why not at any age? Why are we so suspicious of PrEP?

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Part 2 At dinner that night I sat there, ghostly pale, my stomach in knots. I could barely eat. I was sure the others could tell I had sinned so greatly. I was sure they could see the devil standing over me. "Are you not feeling well Jacob?" was all my mother asked. I just told her I wasn't and wanted to go to bed early. I went upstairs and brushed my teeth extra long, trying to wash away the lingering taste of Mr. Jackson's sperm. That night, as I lay in bed next to my brother, I couldn't sleep. My thoughts were filled with that big black dick, he had called it a dick, in my mouth, ejaculating down my throat. I had liked it, and secretly wanted more. And I had a feeling I would get that and lots more, like those pictures in the magazines. The next day, Mr. Jackson came over to talk to my parents. I tried to eavesdrop on their conversation, but my siblings made it impossible. After he left, my father came to tell me about the visit. "Jacob," he began, "Mr. Jackson needs some help for a few weeks on a cabin he's building in the mountains. He's offered to pay a nice sum for your services, and I think the work and time in God's nature will do you good." I secretly shivered when he said "services" because I could only imagine what those would entail. But I could not disagree with my father. So the next day I was packed with a few changes of clothes, my work boots, and a bible and hopped into Mr. Jackson's truck and off we went. I looked back at my family as they waved me off into a future none of them could imagine. "That was easier than I could have ever hoped!" Mr. Jackson laughed as we drove away into the unknown. We didn't talk much on the way, I just sat there trying to imagine what the next few weeks would bring. It was only a couple hours to the cabin, and we arrived mid-afternoon. As I reached for my bag in the back, Mr. Jackson said "leave it boy, you won't need nothing in there except your boots. Grab those other bags and follow me." I did as told and we went into the cabin, the door locking behind me. "Strip boy!" He commanded me. I stood there nervously, not moving. Mr. Jackson raised his hand and slapped me hard across the face. "I SAID STRIP!" I quickly shed my clothes, trembeling as I realized there was no one around to help me. As I pulled my clothing off, Mr. Jackson was pulling items out of the bags. Various strange looking things, most of them in black leather. "Now stand at attention boy! I want to inspect my property." I stood there, arms at my side while Mr. Jackson looked me over. I stood 5'8", a little shorter than his 6ft. I had a pale, thin body from too much time indoors praying instead of playing. My legs were covered in dark hair, and I had a little on my chest which ran down my stomach into dense, bushy pubes. The crack of my buttocks was also quite hairy, as well as my armpits. "Not bad boy," Mr. Jackson sneered. I like my white bitches skinny. We'll take care of the smooth part next." With that he pulled out a bottle of something orange and told me to drink it. It tasted kind of funny, but I was thirsty and drank it all down. Soon I was feeling really warm and mellow. And my dick was rock hard. Mr. Jackson had pulled out some clippers and went to work shaving my body. Soon there was nothing but stubble covering me. He then took a bowl of hot water and a razor and shaved the rest of me totally smooth. The hair on my head was the only thing left. And I have to admit the feelings of his hands all over my body made me tingle everywhere, especially my rock hard penis that stood straight up the whole time. Mr. Jackson stepped back when he was done to look at me. "Very nice boy! Now you look like your about 13, naked and smooth with your little boy cock sticking up. What is it, about 5"? Certainly not a real man's cock." I blushed as he commented on my body, feeling shame at my nakedness. "But now the real fun can begin!" He put leather straps around my wrists and ankles, and a collar around my neck. Then without warning I felt a body wracking jolt around my neck. I screamed and dropped to the floor as I jerked and spasmed. "That's a shock collar boy, to keep you in line. And just know, that was only half voltage! So don't even THINK of escape!" I softly whimpered and prayed to Jesus to save me from my plight. "I told you who you would pray to now boy!" Mr. Jackson said as he kicked me in my stomach. "Jesus can't help you now!" With that, he pulled out a small case and sat down on my chest, pinning me down. He wrapped a rubber tube around my arm and said "hold still boy if you don't want to get hurt! I've learned this is the quickest way to turn bitches like you into nasty chem sluts!" I had no idea what was about to happen when I felt a slight prick in my arm, then he released the band on my arm. WHAM!! A force flew through my body unlike anything I could ever imagine. It was like God himself had entered me. My lungs seized up and I started a coughing fit. Mr. Jackson just stood up and went out side, returning with my bible. As the coughing subsided, he pulled me up and over his knee and started to beat my buttocks as hard as he could with Gods words. Over and over he paddled me, an intense warm feeling increasing all over my body. Then he threw me over the arm of the sofa and moved back between my legs, tossing the bible into my hands. I could hear him spit several times then I felt something pushing against my anus. "I gonna rip you open bitch!" Mr. Jackson yelled. "I'm gonna make you my slut! Your cunt is gonna bleed for me!" With that, he pushed as hard as he could and his penis popped into me. I screamed like I've never screamed before. It was as if the devil himself was raping me. "Scream bitch! I love it! Scream, cry, pray to be saved! There is no one to hear you! Not even your god!" With that he slid his dick all the way into me and I howled as I clutched my bible. "PLEASE GOD! HELP YOUR POOR SERVANT!" I cried as Mr.Jackson started to plow in and out of me. Tears flowed from my eyes onto my bible as I prayed and prayed to be delivered from Sarah Palin. Mr. Jackson just laughed while he continued his rape. Slowly the pain started to subside, and a new feeling replace it. A good feeling. "That's right boy," he said, noticing the change in me."you know what God made you for. To please men. Your my property now boy. That's your cunt I'm fucking. Its going to learn to take lots of Cocks in it! Your going to be my little chem whore!" I just moaned and buried my face into the couch, accepting my fate. Mr. Jackson continued to debase me before finally yelling, "oh yea! Take it boy! I'm breeding you bitch! Take my cum now!" I could feel his cock pulsing deep inside me, and I knew at that moment I would never be the same. God, or the devil, it didn't matter. I would serve Mr. Jackson. He pulled out of my throbbing hole and grabbed my hair. I could see a messy mix of blood, cum, and shit covering his half hard cock. I didn't care. He shoved it in my mouth and like a demented whore I sucked everything off. When it was clean, he pushed me onto the floor and stood over me. "Jerk off whore!" He ordered me as he let loose with a load of piss. I grabbed my cock and furiously beat it, quickly shooting my sperm all over me while he showered me in piss. "I baptize you Jacob. I baptize you into your new life as a piggy chem whore." I just opened my mouth and accepted my new gods gift.

Jason starts to drive towards the house again and now I'm just feeling kind of hollow inside. What makes me such a terrible person that not even my own father would help me? Maybe Jason is wrong and everyone else is right. Laura and Tim are just saying nice things to me cause they care about Jason, they obviously don't really mean it. We get to the end of the drive and Laura is standing on the porch waiting for us. I remember how honest she seemed when she hugged me at Jason's but she couldn't have meant it. She seems like such a nice person but then people thought my mother was nice and some of the guys that used to beat me other people thought were nice. I've discovered that people are very good at hiding what they really are. Jason so far is the only person that seems to be honest about himself but then just how well do I really know him? No, Jason's always been good to me and he's never done anything to hurt me. He's the only person that has ever looked out for me and he's the only person I can trust. Jason stops the car and turns off the ignition. He opens his door and looks at me, and asking with his eyes if I'm ready for this. I look at him and just shrug and start to open the car door when Jason reaches over and gently grabs my arm. "Hey, one more thing." "Yeah what's that?" "I love you." and he leans forward and kisses me gently on the lips. I close my eyes and lean in for more. I could kiss this man forever. He pulls back and looks at me "now lets go have some fun I think we both need it." I smile at him "ok, I'll try." We get out of the car and head up to the front door. Laura is standing there looking pensive, as we get closer she looks first at Jason then at me and then back to Jason again. "Everything alright?" "No" says Jason "Yeah" I say, and even to me sounds hollow Jason and I both look at each other and Laura says "well I'd ask which it is but Quinn hon you didn't sound very convincing want to tell me whats wrong?" Jason says "well your place is rather daunting to someone that's grown up like Quinn." I have to say one thing for Laura the woman is sharp as a tack, "OH shit Quinn you must hate us, I'm so sorry." "It's ok, I understand it's not like you guys could worry about the whore's son you had your own lives" and even I can hear the bitterness in my words but I can't help myself. "I wasn't anyone important in your lives so why should you care?" "Quinn it wasn't like that it.." "Yes it was" and I can tell I'm getting angry again but I just can't help myself "I'm the town whore's son, not like I'm special or important or anything and helping me would have just created issues that you two didn't want to deal with." "What we did was wrong, and I apologize for that, your right in one part that helping you would have created some issue's niether of us wanted to face at that time. Tim didn't know till this week that I knew he had a son, in fact I knew Tim had a son before he did. I'm not sure when he found out but I'm pretty sure you were in your teens. Your mother was the "entertainment" for Tim's bachlor party and I thought it would be a good idea to keep an eye on her so I knew about you. But your completely wrong when you say your not important, your very important and special we were just to self absorbed to see for ourselves and for that I'm so sorry and hope that you can forgive us. Will you please let us make it up to you?" I can't help myself I'm still feel the anger boiling inside me, "make it up to me?! How are you going to make up that my own mother allowed me to be fucked by some guy when I was only 12, how are you going to make up to me that how every single person in this town has treated me like I had the plague unless they wanted to get their fucking rocks off! Please tell me how your going to make it up to me how I spent nights laying in bed crying as my mother was fucking stoned out of her mind and some asshole used his belt on me then fucked me till I bled?!" Laura just stands there stunned for a few minutes opens her mouth to say something then closes it. After a few more minutes she sits down on the porch and finally says "I never really thought about everything you went through. I'm sorry about my choice of words of course we can't make it up to you. I really don't know what to say. Quinn I do like you and I understand your animosity towards us and I really can't justify our actions. The only thing I can think to say is I'm so very sorry and although we can't make up for what we've done and we certainly aren't in a position to play the role of your parents I would like for us to be friends and not just because of how Jason feels or to appease any sense of guilt. And trust me the guilt is there and you can ask Tim and Jason guilt is not something I usually feel. I'm always very self assured and know what I'm doing but in this case I think I should have handled things better." Everyone is quiet for a few minutes each of us trying to resolve our feelings. I'm trying to get my anger under control. Its not Laura's fault, I'm not her son and she just stated that Tim didn't know for a while about me and as much as I hate to admit it, it probably was very difficult for Tim to accept he had a son he didn't know about till he was 1/2 grown. I look over at Jason and can tell he's torn as well. He loves me very much but Laura is one of his best friends. He probably wants to comfort both of us but is afraid if he does the other will feel left out or betrayed. That's when my anger fades. I can't do this to him. He's been there for me and he looks so torn between us both. I know I'd win but its not fair to put him through this. Taking a deep breath I walk over to Laura and sit down next to her. "I'm sorry I blew up, its just that life hasn't been very easy for me and part of me see's all of this," and I gesture around at the house and yard "and thinks I could have grown up like this safe and secure if Tim had helped me." I gaze up at Jason " but some extremely sexy man told me that if I had then instead of being my lover he would have been my uncle instead, so I guess everything that happened happened for a reason." Laura grins "well not so sure about that you know they say incest is best he could have been both!" "EEWWWEEEE" and the look on Jason's face causes me to start laughing, which causes my face to hurt but its worth it. Laura leans towards me so that our shoulders are touching "Thank you. And no matter how you may feel about yourself let me tell you, you are very smart and much more worthy a person then most other people and I'm very much grateful that you are now a part of our family." "Yeah well not sure about all that but I am sure I'm glad to be part of the family." Laura looks at Jason "he really doesn't understand how special he is does he?" Jason looks at Laura and says "He has no clue" and he smiles down at me "but I have every intention of showing him." Laura smiles up at him "and I have no doubt about that. Ok we'll work on that but in the mean time there's something important that we need to do." "Oh" both Jason and I say together. "YES SHOPPING!" And we all start laughing. "Ok, ok" Jason walks over to us and holds out a hand to each of us. Laura and I look at each other and give the other a hug before reaching up for Jason's hands. With a quick tug he pulls us both up into a big hug. We all put our arms around each other and just stand there holding each other. After a few minutes Laura releases us "Ok let me get my keys and purse and be right back" and with that she darts into the house. Jason pulls me closer to him and I cuddle into his chest. "Thank you love" "For?" "For being so gracious in forgiving Laura and Tim like that. I love you all and would really hate it if you didn't all get along." "I know, I thought of that and figured I couldn't do that to you. I do love you, you know." "Yeah I know" then he pulls me tighter against him "and one more thing. If you refer to yourself one more time as the worthless town whores son I will tie you to the bed." "Hmm promise" "Yes but you didn't let me finish. I will tie you to the bed and suck and tease you for days and not let you cum." "OH fuck, and you call me evil ok ok I'll be good" and I shudder at the thought of not being able to cum for days. "Damn that would be hell!" "That's kind of the point. You're not worthless and you're not a whore You are my lover and the young man that I'm very deeply in love with. I will not sit by and watch you continue to demean yourself. Am I getting through to you?" "I hear what you say Jason but its so hard to believe. I mean everyone has always told me I'm worthless and that I'll never be anything special cause my mom's a whore and so was I. It just doesn't make sense to me that someone like you could be in love with me." "Well baby I am and I don't fall in love with worthless people. In fact I've only fallen in love twice and I think both of those two men are very special." Jason places his hand under my chin and lifts my face up to look me in the eyes. "Tim and you both are very important to me but make no mistake you will always come first" and then he leans down and kisses me. I press forward and let my hands slide up around his neck. My face hurts and my lips are killing me but Jason if very gentle and just slides his tongue over my lips and then gently lays his lips on mine. Just touching, just feeling the warmth of each others mouth. Jason pulls away and tucks my head under his chin and kisses the top of it and I let me hands slide down his back to his waist and just pull him to me. I feel so save and loved when Jason holds me like this. Jason is right I may have lived in hell but it was worth it for this. After a few more minutes we hear Laura driving around with a candy red Cadillac Escalade SUV. "Wow" I can't help but say "Yeah Laura takes her shopping seriously" I laugh "you'd think she was going to cloth an army." "Nope just you." I choke "your kidding right?" "Afraid not, you can expect at least half the back of that will be filled with clothes for you before the end of the day if not all of it." "Oh geez" Laura pulls up next to us and rolls the windows down, "come on guys lets go!" We pile in with Jason getting in front and me getting into the back. As I sit down its like the seat just molds to me. "Oh wow this is more comfortable then my bed when I lived with Dina." Jason and Laura both look back and they have this look like their waiting for a time bomb to go off. "Ok guys relax I'm ok now I was just saying, not digging ok?" Jason just grins and Laura looks relieved. Laura puts the car into drive and starts down the driveway. The drive is filled with small talk and there is a slight bit of tension but its easy to get past as none of us want to "poke" that sore spot. After about 35 minutes Laura pulls up in front of Akira, just looking at the window display I know this is a very expensive store. "Ahh I thought we were going to the outlets?" "Oh we will but I wanted to stop here first before we wore ourselves out at the outlets." Some how I get the impression that Laura is referring to us getting wore out and not her. We all pile out of the car and head into the store. Once I get inside I'm amazed by all the styles and colors of clothing. I've never been in such a stylish store and have no clue where to start. I mean one pair of jeans is as good as another right? "Quinn you ok?" Jason asks with a grin on his face, "because if you keep your mouth open like that someone might mistake you for a fish." I realize he's right and I've been standing here staring at everything with my mouth wide open. He walks over to me and slips his arm around my shoulder. "Come on hon lets start with pants that will look much better then those sweats you've been living in." Laura sidles up to my other side and slips her arm around my waist. "Don't worry about prices lets just have fun and get you something that flatters that great body you have." She tugs me away from Jason and drags me over to the shirts. The next hour is a whirlwind as I'm shoved into the changing room while Laura tosses one item of clothing after another at me. When we get to the register Laura sets aside a pair of pants, a shirt, and a sweater. "Jason why don't you take Quinn and get him changed into these." "Oh I'd be happy to." and Jason has this shit eating grin on his face as he slips his arm into mine and leads me back to the dressing rooms while carring my new cloths in his other. Once we are back at the dressing room Jason hands me the cloths and turns me around and gently pushes me to one of the rooms. I open the door and walk in and as I turn to shut the door Jason come in behind me. "Well she did say to help you get changed," and then he turns and shuts the door behind him and latches it. Turning around he takes teh cloths from me and sets them on the bench and then kneels down and starts to unlace my shoes. "I can get myself dress you know?" "Oh I know but this is so much more fun," he says as he slips off my shoe and starts on the other one. "Jason we could get into trouble." "Nah, trust me we're good," and he takes of my other shoe and reaches up and grabs my hips to pull me closer to him. Two steps closer and my crotch is right up against his face. As I look down Jason grin's up evilly at me and starts to slide his hands down my hips, pulling the sweat pants down. As they pull past the top of the jockstrap Jason leans forward and starts to tongue the laces, trying to slide is tongue between them. I feel the hotness of his breath and the dampness of his tongue through the fabric and my cock rockets to attention. My breath catches as he pushes his face harder against my groin. My breath catches and I lean into him letting my hands grip his shoulders. As the waist of the sweats slides down so does Jason's mouth, my cock is now sticking out the top of the jock and its pulsing against the fabric. As the sweats reach my ankles Jason has his head between my legs and is curling his tongue to get around the jock and to lick just under my nuts. I can't help but let out a soft moan. "Shh baby, we wouldn't want anyone to walk in now would we?" He then readjusts his position and is covering my jock encased balls with his mouth. I can feel the hot moisture seeping through the fabric and caressing my nuts. At the same time he lifts one foot up at a time and removes my sweats. Tossing them in the corner he kisses his way up my engorged cock and licks my head which at this point has escaped the confines of the jock and is leaking precum. "Mmm just for me?" and Jason then wraps his lips over the top. I let out a small whimper and then Jason tucks his feet under himself and begins to kiss is way up my stomach and to my chest while lifting the t-shirt up, sliding his hands up my sides and caressing me. Soon his lips reach my nipples and he gently nips then while raising my arms up and pulling the shirt off completely. As it passes over my head Jason stands up and his lips meet mine, the shirt gets tossed in the corner with the pants leaving his hands free to reach around my lower back and pull us tighter together. Jason is rubbing our throbbing cocks together as he gently licks my lips and places feather soft kisses on them. "Do you have any idea how much you mean to me?" He breaths into my mouth. "Hopefully as much as you mean to me" and I entwine my arms around his neck and lay my head on his shoulder. Jason reaches around and embraces me with his arm around my lower back and I can feel his fingers rubbing and sliding across the top of my ass. We stand that way for a few, just breathing in each others scent. Jason's fingers begin or roam lower and I can't help but arch my butt into them. He rubs them against my hole, gently circling, teasingly. Using his middle finger he probes me with just the tip. Pulling me tighter to him with his hand while fingering my ass is so extremely hot, yet done so gently that its also intimate and loving. I shudder with the conflicting emotions of wanting to have Jason just bury his cock deep in me to just standing there being held. Jason pulls his head back and looks down at me, "Whatcha thinking about love?" "How glad I am that I had a lousy math teacher," I look up at his face and he's got this huge grin on his face. "Yeah me too. Ok come on sexy boy lets get you dressed before they send someone in to check on us." I sigh as I really don't want to move unless its Jason lining up his cock with my ass. Jason pulls away and I already miss his finger playing with me. He turns around and grabs the shirt of the top of the pile of cloths. Its a solid black button down, with the cuffs a black plaid. Next he gives me a pair of dark green plaid skinny jeans. I've never owned anything like this. I've seen some of the kids with them at school but never thought I'd be wearing them let alone owning some. I slip them on and love the feel of them gliding across my skin. New cloths, NICE new clothes. Most of my stuff has been from GoodWill or other second hand stores, or occasionally Target or Walmart. This is completely different. I turn to look in the mirror but Jason is blocking my view. "Here put this on too" and he hands me a charcoal grey sweater jacket. I slip my arms into the soft warm jacket and zip up the front, all the while Jason is staring at me with this huge grin on his face. "Mmm I do believe I have the fucking hottest boyfriend in the state!" "You need glasses" I say and can feel my ear's burning. "Think so? Well take a look" and then he steps away from the mirror. I can't believe that the image is me. I've never looked this good. I can see my face turning a deeper red and that just makes my bruises stand out more, if it wasn't for those I'd look like I stepped off the cover of a magazine. "Told you, but lets make this even better." He then reaches for the zipper on my jacket and pulls it down about halfway. Then he unbuttons the top two buttons of my shirt, finally he turns and from the bench picks up and dark green plaid scarf and winds it once around my neck and places the ends so that they drape over my bare chest. "Wow, baby you look stunning!" and he start laughing even harder as I can feel my face light up like a Christmas bulb. "Come on I get to show you off now," and with those words Jason opens the door and shouts "Hey Laura check this out!" and as we come out of the hallway for the dressing rooms Laura and two clerks turn to look. Laura lets out a squeal like some high school cheerleader and comes running over. "OH MY GOD! Look at you! Quinn you look sexy as hell!" I can feel my face turning even redder as if that was possible. "Well I might look sexy if my face didn't look like a rotting tomato you mean," even I can hear the hurt in my voice. I try to defuse it by grinning but that just makes my lip hurt and I grimace instead. Jason reaches over and pulls me to him. "Baby, what was done to you is temporary, you will heal and I don't care what color your face is your DAMN sexy to me." I can't help but snuggle up against his chest. "Ok you two lets go get some lunch and hit the outlets." "Lunch sounds good and Quinn can take a pain pill before his head starts to feel like its going to explode." He give me a hug against his chest and then gently lifts my chin to look me in the eyes. "Hey someone thinks your special." "Mmm, you know I love you so much" and I stretch up on my tip toes and give him a kiss.

Jason "Welcome to the family lover." I can't get over that in the last few days so much has happened a lot of it the stuff of nightmares but I'm so happy at this moment. Quinn seems to fit in well with everyone and Tim and Laura both seem to have accepted our relationship. Quinn's mom seems to be out of the picture as it seems is the man that rapped him. Hopefully things will settle down for a while and we can just enjoy getting to know each other better. Holding Quinn's gaze I gently kiss is swollen lips. "Today we're taking the day off. Sorry Tim not going into work today I'm spending the day with Quinn." Looking at Quinn I say "and we really need to get you some clothes hon. I know you don't feel like going out but we do need to get you a few things to wear. "That's fine I'll put it down as a family emergency. Wish I could take the day off as well but I have to settle some things with John but after that I think I'm going to take off early myself." "By settle things with John I hope you mean as in hand him his walking papers" Laura states. "I've never been fond of him but he is Missy's husband so I never said anything...till now." "I know, I've never really liked him either but he was good at his job." Quinn turns his head but doesn't release his hold around my waist. "Is this something I should know about?" We all look back and forth between each other and then back to Quinn, trying to figure out just what to say. "Well I'll take that as a yes. Who's John and how does hit fit in with me?" I tighten my hold on Quinn "seems John is a former customer of your mothers, and knows you better then I like." "Oh." and Quinn starts to blush and I can tell he's feeling embarrassed and probably doing the whole self defacing thing in his head. I pull away from him and turn him to face me dead on. "There is nothing for you to be upset over. You didn't choose that remember? Your mother made you and I've told you and I think everyone here will agree that doesn't make you who you are now." Laura walks over to his and she places her hands on his shoulders. "Quinn you've proven to me in just the few hours that I've gotten to know you that you deserve so much better then what you've had to deal with and I'm not just saying that because your Jason's lover. Actually I'm saying that in spite of that" and she winks at me. "John is married to a dear friend of mine and choose to cheat on her with you while they are married and she is pregnant with his child. So the point is not that he was with you but that he was with anyone while Missy needed him. He is also an opportunist that will do anything that he feels will get him ahead despite how it may hurt others. I will not have that kind of sleaze ball around my girls when they start to work there, nor will I have him bothering Jason at work or you for that matter should you decide you'd like to work there. You are literally family" and she turns her face to grin at Tim, "so there will always be a job for you should you need." Quinn turns around and looks at Laura, then puts his arms around her and hugs her "thank you so much." "You're very welcome. Now it's getting late and Tim needs to get work, but I do believe someone mentioned shopping! Why don't I drop by the house clean up and meet you boys at the Lincoln Park outlets. Oh and we can hit Akira while we're in the area." Tim starts to grin "your in for it now" he chuckles "you might have to expand your house to make room for the clothes." Quinn is looking really uncomfortable "ahh Target is fine really." Tim chuckles evilly "My young man your lucky Laura didn't burn your clothes at the hospital. Your in for a ride on the wildest shopping roller coaster that ever existed. My only advice is to get used to nodding your head yes and trying on LOTS of clothes." Laura spins around and smacks Tim in the arm, "I'm not that bad!" "Oh, shall we dig out the bank statements for Isabel's last birthday?" Laura just smiles "Ok yeah I am that bad." She turns back to Quinn "I know this is a bit over whelming but I love to shop and you really do need some better clothing so let me have my fun, please?" Quinn smiles and looks at Tim "Manipulative isn't she?" Before Tim can respond Laura says "Of course that's why I always get my way." "Ahem." I break in. Ahh love just what was the word you just said?" "Manipulative?" "Yes, that one, and just what does that mean?" "Its kind of influencing people to do or get what you want, right? Why?" "I don't think stupid people use words like that how about you guys? Ever heard of stupid people using big words like that?" Quinn pushes me gently and says "Ok ok I get it." Laura and Tim both look askance at me. "Quinn keeps insisting that he's stupid and I've been proving to him he's anything but." Tim looks at Quinn "Bud I'm really sorry I didn't help you out sooner but let me tell you I've been watching you and Jason and Jason's been telling me how you've been doing with your studies and I have to agree with him. Your NOT stupid." Laura jumps in "you remember our talk last night how you kept connecting the dots before I could finish what I was saying and I kept telling Jason he was going to have problems keeping up with you? That wasn't flattery. I was teasing Jason about his intelligence, which in my estimation has gone up since he fell in love with you" and she winks at us. "But you picked up on pretty much everything very quickly. I'll also be up front with you if I thought you were stupid family or not I wouldn't have offered you a job with the business or at least not in the position I have in mind for you but that's later. Now lets go shopping!" Quinn turns back to me and snuggles up against my chest "I love you, don't ever forget that." "OH trust me I wont, and I love you right back" and I kiss the top of his head. "OK so where set" Laura says. "I'll meet you guys in an hour at our place and we'll take the SUV." Tim chuckles at the look on my face. "The SUV Laura? Really?" Laura rubs her hands together gleefully. "OH yes this is going to be fun." I groan and stage whisper to Quinn "Quick have a relapse, pass out, fake a concussion or something or we're doomed." Tim starts laughing "Yes I think I might actually enjoy having to work today." "Hey Tim, I don't think I have any time available to take off right? You really need me in the office right?" "Ha not on your life, maybe next time you wont mention shopping where Laura can hear it, as it is your all on your own." "You guys are just awful." "Ok you guys get out. Quinn and I'll will catch up with you at the house Laura." I release Quinn and walk over to Laura and slip my arm around her waist and walk her over to Tim. I slip my other arm around his waist pull them both to me in a hug, which they return. "I love you guys so much and thank you for everything." Tim just grins at me and Laura rubs my arm "Anytime Bud" Laura leans forward and kisses my check and then grabs Tim's arm. "Ok see you guys in about an hour" and then they are out the door. I turn to Quinn and he's standing there staring at me. "You guys were all just joking around right?" "Wishful thinking hon." "Really? We're taking an SUV to go shopping for me?! "Afraid so." Quinn looks like he's about to run for it. "Hey baby come here." I take Quinn into my arms. He feels so good there, I don't think I'll ever get tired of holding him. The way he fits so perfectly in my arms and against my body. "Laura is a shop-a-holic and she is about to have a field day. In fact I'm sure she had a mini orgasm when she heard I needed to take you shopping." Quinn giggles and then gets serious. "Jason is it ok? I mean I don't have any way to pay for anything. We could go back to the trailer and I've got some clothes there that are just fine." "Baby we are never setting foot in that place again EVER! Not to mention the fact Laura would have both our asses if we stood her up. Baby its all fine. None of us are poor in fact Tim and Laura have more then enough money. This shopping trip wont even put a scratch in their bank account, both of them come from very wealthy families. They also pay me very well so trust me you don't need to stress over this. Just relax and let Laura pamper you, but I will say if you start to feel bad just say the word and we'll head out. You've had a very rough few days and if we need to we can cut this trip short and not even Laura will stop me from calling it quits. You good with that?" "Yeah I think I can handle that." "Ok then lets get something to eat and head over to Tim and Laura's." "Is there any soup left? That would be perfect if its alright." "Of course its alright hon, and yes have a seat and I'll warm some up for you. I think I'll just chow down on some left over's myself." I heat us both up leftovers and then put everything away. As I'm putting things away Quinn gets up and starts washing dishes. I join him at the sink and as he finishes washing his bowl I take it and rinse it as he starts on my plate. Its all done quickly and smoothly like we've done this hundreds of times before instead of for the first time. Everything just seems to click with Quinn around like its meant to be. He finishes washing the last of the silverware and hands it to me. As I'm rinsing is off, he moves behind me and slides his arms around my chest resting his face against my back. I rise off the suds and put the utensils in the dish strainer and put my hands behind my back and hug him to me. "You feel really good love. I really like how you feel against me." Quinn straightens up and bit and I can feel his hard cock pushing against my ass. "Hmm and that feels very good." "Really? Do you think, I mean can I..ah maybe tonight?" and I can feel his flushing through my shirt. "Are you asking if you can fuck me tonight?" as I grind my ass into his hard cock. "Yes," he says so softly I can barely hear him. "On one condition" I say as I turn around and pull our hips tighter together and rub my hard rod against his "you keep the jock on." "OH hell yeah!" and I can feel his cock jerk at the thought. "Now lets get going before Laura sends the "boys" after us." "Boys?" "Yeah they're called 'Daddy's boys' but I'll explain later for now lets just get going." We put on our shoes, grab our jackets and head out the door. The day is bright but chill. Feels like it might snow tonight. I push the button on my key and unlock all the doors and as I get in I ask Quinn, "Hon do you know how to drive?" "No we never had a car and Dina wouldn't sign the permission slip for me to take the class." "Well guess that's another thing to add to the list of stuff we need to do. You're going to need to learn to drive so if you to get some where you can just take the car" I say as I pull out of the drive way and head to Tim's. "I can take the bus." "Hon bus takes way to long if you're in a hurry and besides you can chauffeur me around from time to time." "OH I thought we were going clothes shopping for me not getting you a wheelchair...old man." "Hmm old man huh? Will see who gets wore out first tonight then" and I grin evilly at him. "Hmm now that sounds fun." And then Quinn reaches down and palms the front of his pants. Then he surprises me by sliding down the front of sweats exposing his jock encased cock. I can the skin through the laces and his cock pushes against them. I'm trying to keep my eyes on the road but Quinn's cock is like a magnet drawing my eyes. Quinn then slides his hand into the top of the jock and I can see him wrap it around his cock. He looks over at me and smiles. "Like what you see?" "OH FUCK YES!" Then he pulls his hand out and pulls the front of his pants back up. "Maybe if your good I'll let you see more later" and he just grins at me. "Oh your a cock tease." "Yep, but just for you" and he leans over and kisses my check. "Jason, can I ask you something?" "Of course love" "Is it ok for me to do things like that?" "Oh hell yeah its ok for you to do things like that as long as they're directed at me and not anyone else." "I'd never do that to anyone else Jason. I only want to do those things to you but I don't want you to think.. its from...well you know." "Sweetheart from what little you've told me I don't think when you did work for your mother you ever did anything even remotely like that to the other guys." "It's kind of funny that everyone thinks that is what whores do but in reality most guys really don't want that. They just want you to blow them and then bend over. They are paying to blow their wad not to be teased and played with." "Quinn my idea of a relationship is constant flirting, teasing, touching, kissing and just enjoying being together. Not sure if you've noticed but I kind of like touching you and you touching me back." Quinn grins "nope never noticed just like I have no clue how much you like to kiss me." "OH yeah I'm sure you have no clue" I grin back. "You know what else I'm not sure about?" "No clue what's that?" Quinn leans over and breaths in my ear "I have no idea how much you like to slide your hard, thick, precum facet of a cock deep into my ass and blow your load deep into my guts" and then he licks my ear." "OH fuck Quinn your going to get us killed you keep doing that to me", I'm having a hell of a time trying to adjust my cock and drive at the same time. He laughs "Ok I'll behave. You know I've never been in a relationship and everything you've said you like is what I've dreamed one would be like. I can't seem to get enough of touching you and most the time I just want to curl up into you and forget the rest of the world." I get my cock adjusted and then lay my arm across the top of the seat and allow my hand to rest on the back of Quinn's headrest so that I can run my fingers through his hair. He just leans back into it. Then he reaches across and lays his hand on my thigh and looks at me asking silently if its alright. I smile at him and the rest of the drive to Tim's house is quiet as we both relax just being at peace with the world. Tim and Laura live about 35 min outside the city and fortunately there's very little traffic out this way. Pulling up to the gate I punch in the number code and wait for the gate to slide open. The gate smoothly rolls open and I drive in. The driveway is lined with old willow's and curves up to a 3 story house that stretches over 6000 sq feet complete with pool, basement, bar-b-Que bit big enough to feed a dozen armies and a horse shoe pit. Glancing over at Quinn he looks like a fish out of water. His mouth is wide open and his eyes look like their going to pop out of his head. "They live HERE! "Yep this is where your dad and half sisters live. So let them spoil you and it would probably be best that if you meet your sisters you don't let them know your related. At least not till Laura and Tim give us the go ahead on that." "Yeah I can see that. Jason can you stop for a second please?" "Sure hon, you okay?" "Actually no I'm not" and he sounds angry. "What's up love" "I'm kind of feeling conflicted right now." "OH!" and it dawns on me that this just might have been a very bad idea. "You need to talk hon?" "No, yes, I mean I don't want to but I don't think, ..I need to yell or scream or hit something. I mean how could he leave me like that! He knew what was happening to me, he could have saved me. He could have..he could, why didn't he HELP ME! Quinn is rocking back and forth in his seat. He has his hands around his waist and his face is beat red. Suddenly he lashes out and he's pounding his fist on the dash board. "He has this perfect house, perfect wife, perfect job, fucking perfect daughters, and I wasn't good enough to help! Am I so awful that he couldn't do anything to help me! His own goddamned son!" and Quinn is screaming now. "Quinn, baby look at me." Quinn turns to me "Don't tell me he had his reasons!" "I wont. I'm not going to excuse or justify anything but I do want you to take a deep breath and just let yourself 'feel'" Quinn gives me a puzzled look "You are in every way entitled to these feeling and they are very valid feelings and I want you to sit back and let them wash over and through you till you can get through them and think rationally about them. Take as long as you need, if we have to sit here all day that's just fine but you need to work through this. Now take a deep breath and let it out slowly." Quinn sits there for a minute like he's going to argue with me and then takes a deep shuddering breath and lets it out slowly. "Again" Quinn takes another breath and lets it out. "Now keep doing that while I tell you a story. Now I want to make this clear I do not know how you feel. I can empathize and assume I know how you feel but I don't know exactly how you feel. But I can tell you about something that happened to me that allows me to share some of the feelings you do. Are you ok with that? Quinn nods as he continues breathing. Suddenly my phone ding's to announce a text. "Ok hold that thought." Pulling my phone out of my pocket I have a text from Laura Why are you stopped in the middle of the drive is everything ok? NO! Major crisis do NOT come out right now. Abandonment issues! "Ok when I was younger I already knew I was gay and most of the kids knew I was different. Most of them would make fun of me and pick on me but not like what you went through. This was a private school so I have to many physical problems but that didn't stop them from sneering at me and making life difficult. Well one day I mean this guy. He was very attractive, nice and didn't pick on me. In fact he stood up for me and became my best friend. We became inseparable and I feel in love. We got into high school and we went through our experimental stage and my best friend became my lover. He dated others and I tried to but I really didn't want anyone but Tim. I would have done anything for him. When we got to college he met and fell in love with a Laura. I wanted to hate her, I did hate her for a while. How dare she come in and take the man that had been my best friend and lover for so many years. Two things made me fall in love with her as well. The day after Tim proposed to Laura he called me over to his apartment. When I got there he told me the 'Good New' I felt like the world had ended. As I was leaving Tim pulled me in for one last 'lovers kiss'. Neither of us knew it but Laura had just drive up and saw it all. I left the apartment in a haze. I don't even know where I was going but at one point I couldn't walk any more and sat down and cried my broken heart out. It was so unfair. I spent years loving this man and he just dumped me for some bitch. And if you tell Laura I called her that she'll just say she's earned that title." Quinn gives a half smile and goes back to breathing but I can tell some of the anger has left him as I tell him about my past. So there I was wishing I was dying and Laura comes up behind me ready to crucify me and you know what? She took one look at me and instead of yelling at me for kissing her boyfriend she says she is so sorry and hugs me." "And this has exactly what to do with how I feel" I can hear the anger returning to Quinn's voice. "Almost there love, honest. Trust me I'm getting there." My phone dings again OH fuck! That's putting it mildly. Now let me take care of this if I can. "So now I can't even hate Laura. I've lost my love and I have to endure watching the two love birds while I want the ground to swallow me up. Laura did try to keep it under wraps and not rub my face in it. So after a while I figured I needed to move on and try to find someone else. I fooled around with a couple of guys then I met Tony. I thought Tony could be the one to replace Tim. He was great in bed and made me forget about Tim when we had sex. I thought I could learn to love him like I did Tim. Then I got sick. Really sick. Tony took care of me for the first three days then he left me. I found a note when I went to go throw up in the bathroom telling me I needed to go get an HIV test. I was throwing up, had a fever, chills the whole bit...and it was all Tim's fault." When I say this Quinn's face hits the floor. "I blamed Tim. If he hadn't left me I would never have gotten sick, I wouldn't have tried to replace him. He knew how I felt about him. He could have saved me from getting HIV all he had to do was just love me like I loved him. I even called him to tell him that but Laura answered the phone. I was half delirious with a favor and probably wasn't making much sense but Laura came over and took care of me. So I may not know exactly how you feel but I do understand it. But let me give you some food for thought." I turn to face him, "if things had gone differently then I wouldn't be sitting here with the young man that I really am in love with. I can tell you that as much as I was in love with Tim and how I wanted the world to end when he left me, if you left me or something was to happen to you then the world would end for me. In the short amount of time that I've known you my world would quite literally end without you in it. If Tim had taken care of you, and raised you here I would never have gotten to be in love with you. I would have been 'Uncle Jason' and I would be living quietly as a hermit like I was before you came into my life. So yes it sucked and it wasn't fair and it was just down right fucking wrong, but out of the fucked up mess came the one man that I love more then anything else in this world. So I can't tell you to forgive him for what he did but I hope you'll forgive me when I say I'm so glad he left you with that bitch of a mother other wise I would never be able to do this. I lean forward and take Quinn's face into my hands and draw him to me and tenderly kiss his lips pouring every ounce of love I have into it. At first he tightens up in resistance and then he relaxes and his hands release themselves from his waist and slide up my arms to rest in my hair as he returns me kiss. "I love you so much" I mumble into the kiss. I feel hot tears dripping onto my face mixing with my own. "I love you too." He pulls his lips back but presses his forehead to mine. "I guess he'll just have to make it up to me by buying me expensive clothes." "That's my boy. Now lets go collect on that debt ok? And two things, lets try to have a good time today and always always remember, I will always be here for you and I love you so very very much!"

Jason I couldn't believe I had gone, in three days, from practically being a nun to a sex maniac. I was laying in bed with real life version of 'David' and found myself head-over-heels in love with him, and even more miraculously, the love seemed to be reciprocated. Of course I new there was a chance his infatuation was born of simply being with a guy who treated him like a human being, and not a sex object, as opposed to being truly in love with me, but I knew I would simply have to keep the promise I made to myself, and make sure Quinn would always know I was the only one for him. With these comforting thoughts I pulled his head to my chest and fell asleep, my cock still nestled deep in his ass. "Jason," I heard a whisper as someone gently shock my arm, "Jason, I'm sorry but please wake up." I could tell from the tone of Quinn's voice that something was wrong. Opening my eyes, and focusing on his face, I immediately saw that Quinn looked miserable. Where it wasn't black and blue, his face was pale, and evidence of extreme pain was as clear as day. "Jason, my head hurts really bad. Can I please have another pill please?" "Of course love." At this point I realized my cock was still sunk deeply inside his body, and that Quinn, having shaken my arm, my overly sensitive morning wood twitched and spurted a bit inside his ass. Even in his discomfort, however, Quinn was not oblivious to my cock, as he moaned a bit, the pleasure of my cock outweighing the pain of his bruised face. "I don't think I could handle that right now, but you sure feel good inside me," Quinn affirmed, as he wiggled a bit. "Well, it's a good thing I figured you'd need another pill in the morning. Just hold on," and with that I twisted my torso to reach the night stand, and in so doing, my body straightened out, which caused my dick to lurch up further inside Quinn's tight ass. "Oh fuck," he grunted. Grabbing the pill bottle from the table, and turning back to Quinn caused an inch and a half of my dick to slid out of his ass. But to the task. I opened the bottle, extracted q Vicodin, which I handed to Quinn, but then, as I reached for the glass of water on the night stand, another gasp of Quinn emitted another gasp of pleasure. This time, however, my resolve was weakening. As I handed the glass of water to Quinn, I deliberately stretched a bit more, grinding my hips into his ass. "Oh fuck, that is just to wrong." "Hmmm, what's wrong, babe?" I asked as I moved slightly, causing my dick to slide a few inches out of his ass. "You're truly fucking evil, and you know it." "I've no idea about what you're talking" I shot back at him, but still smiling sweetly. As he took the glass of water and pill from me, I slid my hands over his hips, deliberately flexing my cock in process. He froze in mid-act of downing the pill. I could small shudders of pleasure run through his body. "Jason, please." "Hmmm please what love?" as I ground my cock into his ass. Watching his breath quicken and noting the look on his face change to extreme pleasure was gratifying, but I gave him a slight reprieve, saying "Okay, I'll be good. Take your pill." "I seriously doubt that" he responded as he swallowed the medication. As he did so, I recognized I had an incredible desire, no an incredible need to breed Quinn again. I had to get as much of my toxic cum into his body as quickly as I could. I absolutely had to merge my DNA with his, thus making us one. I knew I should wait till he had healed a bit more, but with my cock already deep inside him, my resolve was weakening, almost as if my virus was in charge, and determined to give him yet another full dose. "Doubt what, love? That I'll be good? Hmmmm. I thought I've already shown you how good I can be. I guess I'll just have to remind you." With that leading suggestion, I took the empty glass from him, and leaned back, placing it on the table. Quinn shifted as if he was about to get up, so I gently grabbed him about the hips, and pulled his ass down to the base of my hard cock. The sudden decent caught Quinn unprepared, and his eyes widened as he looked at me. "Can't go anywhere yet, love." I pulled him even closer so his head rested against my chest, and I whispered to him "My cock's inside you hon. I'm going to breed you again. I can't pull out 'till I've filled you up. I'll take it slow baby, but I've got to make you mine." Wrapping my arms tightly around his shoulders, I secured his body against my chest, and began rocking my hips back and forth, slowly withdrawing and sliding back into his tight hole. Quinn lay in my arms, his eyes closed, letting me do what needed to be done. I took it slowly, so as not to cause him any more pain, and ensure he was with me for the ride. I kissed his forehead and massaged his torso, kissing my way from his ear to his neck, and exhaling my hot breath slowly across his head, Then I slid my tongue around the edge of his ear, tasting, feeling and devouring him. Eventually my lips encompassed his ear and my ear made its way to his earlobe. Quinn shuddered as I manipulated him, his hole clutching at my cock with quick, short spasms. "Oh Jason," and then Quinn's reluctance melted. His hands slid across my chest as he ground his ass onto my thick cock. Now it was my turn to hold still and let Quinn control the pace. As much as I needed to cum, I wanted him to enjoy himself, so I simply let him set the pace, trusting he wouldn't push himself further than the medication allowed. I simply lay back and let him twist and turn his hot hole around my cock, his hips taking more of my cock in and out of his ass. I roll us over so that I'm on my back and Quinn is straddled over my hips with my cock hilted all the way in his ass. "OH fuck yea baby, ride my cock. Your ass is so tight and its so hungry for my seed. That's what your want isn't it baby? Want my hot load in your ass?" "Gawd yes Jason, need to feel you squirt your load in my ass. Need to feel you breed me deep." "OH yeah that's how its supposed to be done baby. My seed deep inside you." Quinn has pulled his feet under him and his doing the full slide up and down my cock. Now its time for me to get back to work. I reach around and cup is ass in my palms to hold him up and start to long dick him. Quinn throw's his head back and moans as I start out slow drawing all the way back to the head and then slowly sliding my this eight inches back in. I repeat this a few times then I instead of sliding slowly sliding back in I quickly jab all the way and hold it there grinding in deep. "OH Jason yes long stroke me, oh yeah like that! OH fuck oh fuck right there do that again!" Quinn is practically screaming and trying to get as much of my poz stick in his ass as he can. He reaches down and grabs both my hands in his and laces our fingers together while simultaneously shoving his ass all the way down so that I'm balls deep. The next thing I know my eyes are rolling up in my head and I can't catch my breath. Quinn has started twerking on my cock. I had no idea that such a thing was possible. Quinn is doing these short fast pelvic thrusts onto my cock like he's having a seizure. My cock is jack-hammering in and out of his second sphincter and I can feel it snapping around my fuck stick. "OH SHIT Quinn, what's that OH MY GAWD!" Before I know it I can feel my poz load rocketing out my balls and straight out my shaft. I try to get a grip on his hips but Quinn wont let go of my hands and just keeps pounding away on my shaft. "OH yeah baby give me that load. Breed me good hon! OH yeah I can feel your cock spitting your bug in me, making sure to knock me up!" My head feels like its going to explode the sensation is so intense. Then Quinn just sits straight up and freezes and I look up just in time to see his ten inch monster launch is load into the air and over my head, then the second load lands all across my face the third and forth loads splatter across my chest and stomach and all this time the only part of Quinn that's moving is his cock. Finally Quinn just collapses on top of me panting and quivering smearing his cum all over both of us. I wrap my arms around his back and kiss the top of his head and just hold him as he come down from that incredible orgasm. After a few minutes Quinn peals his face from my cum splatter chest and looks up at me. He leans up and licks a few strands of cum off my face and then leans in and give me a deep kiss. "Hmm still tastes negative" he says and smiles at me. "Your going to have to try harder" as he clenches his ass around my dick. "Ohh yeah I think I can do that! But in the meantime I think we'd better shower and see just to our guests." "OH shit I forgot, do you think they heard?" "OH NO we didn't hear a thing" Tim says from just outside the bedroom door followed by "Newlyweds!" It's so fun to watch Quinn go from alabaster white to magenta red in less then 2 seconds. "Oh my gawd" and Quinn hides his face with his hands, meanwhile I we can hear Laura laughing to death down the hall. "And just why are you trolling outside my bedroom door?" "Well since you obviously didn't hear the knock at the door or me yelling at you that you had company or even when I yelled fire I figured I'd better come check and see if you two were alive." "You did NOT yell fire" I retort and then we hear Laura gasping and yelling "OH yes he did!" and then breaking down hysterically. "Oh wow my bad." and now I have a blush to match Quinn's. "So as I was saying you have company at the door. I'll let the officers know you'll be out in a few." "Officers?" Quinn and I both say together "Yeah seems some asshole got himself killed last night while we were all watching movies and they need to verify we were all here." "OK we'll be right there in about 10 offer them some coffee" "Done and ok" Quinn starts to get up off my cock and I can't help myself and grab his hips and slam him right back down onto it. He gasps and goes limp while I quickly roll him over on his back and grind my pelvis against his. I look him in the eyes and try to make him see the love in them. I cup his head in my hands and lean down and kiss him while giving him slow twisting thrusts. "I love you baby, I really do" Quinn reaches up and laces his fingers behind my neck and gazes up at me "Yeah I know and you know I love you just as much" and then its like he's been in my head this entire time and he says "and its not just a phase cause you've been nice to me I am very much in love with you. Then he wraps his legs around me waist and pulls me down for a deep heartfelt kiss. "hmm I really could get used to this. Ok love lets jump in the shower and see what the nice police men want. I have a pretty good clue but lets got find out for sure. "Sounds good to me but first you have to get your cock out of my ass" he giggles.

As I'm walking through the school parking lot back to my car my phone starts buzzing. Reaching into my pocked I pull out my phone and see that its Tim again. Hitting the answer button I'm less the pleasant as I answer. "What you didn't say enough degrading comments you have to call with more. If you don't fucking leave me alone I'll just change my number!" "Jas..OK I deserved that. I need to talk to you. Can you please come to the office? Please?" "Tim I don't have time for any of your self righteous speeches and I have a lot on my hands right now." "Jason please I'm sorry, but I do need you in the office as soon as you can get here." "Fine I'll be there in 2 min." "Wait, what? Where are you?" "I'm at the school." "Why are you at the school is Quinn ok." I hear him cover the speaker with his hands and there's mumbling going on. <muffled "yeah I'm trying to find out now can you let me talk to him? Oh geez here"> "Jas, honey this is Laura what's going on?" "Laura I'll be right there and fill you guys in ok? It will be easier in person" "Ok hon see you soon." I hang up and get in the car and drive around the block to the office. I park my car and I just sit there. I'm trying to process everything and I can't. I feel like my legs are full of lead and I can't seem to get my arms to move off the steering wheel. My stomach is all in knots. Then the knots form tremors that work their way up my chest. My chest tightens up and I can hardly breath. The tremors move outward from my chest to my arms and legs. I'm shaking all over and feel like I'm about to lose control of my bladder. I'm cold all over but I'm sweating. I can feel it running down the side of my face, collecting in my goatee, running down between my shoulder blades and the palms of my hands. There are spots forming in my vision and they swimming around and its making me nauseous. I jerk my hand off the steering wheel and get the door open in time to throw-up all over the pavement. I hear people yelling but I can't understand what they are saying because there's a roaring in my ears. Suddenly someone's pounding on my back, pulling my legs out of the car and forcing my head between my knee's. "Breath slow and deep" the voice sounds like a woman but other then that its hard to make out from the roar. "Jas listen to me breath slower and deeper. Come on Honey you can do this for me. We got you its ok." I'm shaking my head frantically now. "No no no, its not ok" I'm sobbing. "Honey talk to me whats going on" I finally can tell its Nanc and she's holding my head in her hands trying to get me to look at her. "Jac whats going on?" "They hurt Quinn, he's in the hospital." "LAURA!!" Nanc is screaming across the parking lot. "LAURA WE NEED YOU!" The roaring in my head is starting to subside but in its place I can feel a hell of a headache coming on. My chest doesn't feel like its going to burst any more and now I can hear people running towards us. "OH MY GOD! Jason whats wrong and I feel Tim jerk me out of the car and wrap me in his arms. Laura is right beside him holding both of us and Nanc is in the middle of it as well. "What happened." "Quinn's mother tried to have the guy the raped him kidnap him from the school." "What rape! When? Who? Ok hold on lets get this into the office and sit down and you can bring us all up to speed." "I can't I have to get to Quinn he's in the hospital. They knocked him out and the Dr's are checking him out." "OK hold on" says Nanc. "You guys get him inside he can't drove like this anyway. I'll call the hospital and see if he's conscious yet." "They probably wont tell you anything the police are guarding him" "Ok then you still have some time and you NOT driving in that condition." "OK ok your right. Lets get inside please." We all cross the parking lot Nanc is in the lead and Laura and Tim both have their arms lopped in mine like they feel they need to hold me up. And right now maybe they do. Nanc holds all the doors open for us and when we get to Tim's office says. "I'm gonna grab something really quick and be right back." Laura and Tim set me down in a chair and Laura says "Yeah me too, don't start till I get back." Tim goes behind his desk opens up and drawer and pulls out a bottle of Bowman's scotch and some glasses. "I think we're all going to need some of this." Just as he starts to open the bottle Laura comes in juggling some glasses and a bottle of Glendronach 1968. We all glance back and forth at each other and at that moment everything snaps back into place and I just start laughing. "You guys are all a bunch of lushes." I can't help but say. "Yeah well at least none of us are cheap." Laura responds. "Well mine's already open so you can keep yours handy for later. With the way this week's going we might need it by the end" Tim states. Tim opens the Bowman's and pours a healthy amount for all of us. Nanc come running in and sits across from me. As he pours Laura leans over and kisses his check then distributes the glasses all around. She give me mine last and sits on the arm of the chair and rubs my shoulders. "Ok Jas take a deep swallow and tell us what is going on please." Downing half the glass I tell them about going to Quinn's mom's place and then what the police told me. I start to choke up a couple of times but Laura's just squeezes my shoulder and it keeps me steady. "So that's where we are at. I don't know how bad he's hurt or what his mother is planning now but I need to get to the hospital and be there for him." Laura speaks first. "Well your right you need to get there but your not driving. Tim will drive you there. Nancy dear can you lock up the office please? "Of course." "Thank you. I'm going to make a few calls and make sure the girls are taken care of and I'll met you boys at the hospital okay?" "I can drive myself honest I'm good now" "Quinn buddy let us take care of you through this. I screwed up big time and this will help me feel a bit better, so consider it a favor me me." I can't help but grin Tim has always had a knack of making it look like your doing him the favor when he's the one helping out. "Come on then" Tim pats my arm a couple of times. "Lets go check on your young man" He then leans over me and gives Laura a quick peck. I look up at her and say "You evil bitch you now you stole him from me?" She grins and leans down touching my nose with her's "Yep and I'm not giving him back." "That's ok I got one of my own and he's younger and hotter" and I stick out my tongue and lick her nose." "OH GAWD I hate it when you do that" and she jumps back and whips her nose on her sleeve. Tim and Nanc just laugh and then Tim is leading me to his car. Laura As I watch my two boys leave, I can't help but be thankful that things have been patched up between them. I really would have left Tim if he had fucked this up. Jason means to much to our family. "Nancy hon do you have plans for this afternoon?" Startled Nancy looks up at me and slowly says. "No, not anything important you got something in mind?" "Oh I have something in mind alright. Can you pick up the girls from school and watch them till we all get home?" "Of course I take it you have some errands to run?" and Nanc gives me that knowing look. "Oh yes I certainly have some errands to run." "Let me guess Daddy's boys?" "Why Nancy, do you think I'd call in Daddy's boys for this?" I say in my most sweetest voice "Yes I do and you know why?" "Why's that?" "Cause I would and I did. I told them to expect to hear from you today." "Why Nanc you know me all to well!" "Yes I do" and Nancy leans over and gently caresses my breast and whispers. "Now go take care of our boys and I'll see you at Ladies night." "Deal" I give her a quick kiss and pat her butt as I head out of the office. Quinn I wake up to the sound of this constant beeping. My head hurts but I really don't care and I can't seem to open my eyes. They feel like they have weights attached to them. My mouth is really dry and I really need something to drink. I go to lift my arm and I can feel that its strapped down. I try to turn my head and oh gawd I wish I hadn't, feels like someone is jabbing on the inside with an ice pick. "Easy lover I'm here." I hear Jason say but he sounds do funny like he's far away. I try to say something but my lips feel to big and clumsy. "water" I finally get out. "Your not up for water yet but I have some ice chips for you okay love?" I slowly nob my head. I can feel the cool wet of the ice chip as Jason gently slips it between my lips. "mm feess good." I say or at least try to. "The ice feels good on your lips baby?" I nod. The bed moves gently and I feel an ice chip slowly tracing my lips. The coolness and the moisture feel so good. I can feel some of the water dripping down my face. I feel more moisture drop on my lips but this time it stings and its warm. I struggle and get my eyes open and Jason is slowly tracing the ice over my lips and tears and falling his chin onto me. "ouch" "OH sorry hon" and Jason wipes his eyes and chin on his sleeve. I look around the room and I'm in the hospital, there is an IV in my arm and there is a strange man behind Jason with his hands on Jason shoulders. "who?" "Oh Love this is Tim my boss. He brought me here." "Hhhii" I try to say. "Hey there." "What happened?" "Your mom sent our friend from yesterday to come pick you up at school. Another student say and I called for help. The police are looking for him now." "Not my maathheer, Dina. I want to go hommme." "I know hon but the Dr's ran some tests and as soon as they come back we'll see if we can take you home. "Want to go now" "Ok hon let me go talk to them and see how soon we can leave." "You stay there Jas I'll go see what I can find out" "Thanks Tim" "Anytime" "Want some more ice hon?" I just nod my head since it hurts to much to do anything else. I must have drifted off since the next thing I know Jason is gently shaking my shoulder. "Hey baby, Dr's on his way to talk to us and then he says we can go." I just nod my head and Jason wets my lips with an ice chip again. In just a few minutes the Doctor shows up. "Hello young man, seems you've been through a lot the last couple of days." Jason and I both look at each other and then at the doctor. "Your mother came here with you and told us about the rape yesterday and then about the man trying to abduct you from the school. She also said there was some concern that you had been exposed to HIV so as a precautionary measurement we've started you on PeP. The first dosage was given through your IV but I've written out a prescription for a 28 day supply. Hopefully we got to it in time. After the 28 days you'll need to get some blood work done and we can go from there. Now, as for your face goes. nothing was broken so I'd suggest using ice packs to keep the swelling down and I'll give you a prescription for a mild pain re leaver as well. I'll send in a nurse to take out the IV and then you can get dressed and head for home." "Thank you doctor" I hear Jason say but I really stopped paying attention when the doctor said he started me on PeP. After all the worry and fear I've gone through over getting sick I discover that I'm not relieved but saddened. Although I don't want to be sick I do want Jason's DNA inside me. I want to bond with him in the most intimate way possible. I desperately need him to be a part of me. I can't tell what Jason's feeling as his face is pretty unreadable. It must be since his boss and the doctor are here. The doctor leaves and I hear "Baby you okay? I just kind of shrug a bit. "I'll leave you two alone for a bit" and Tim leaves the room." "Hon, Quinn did you hear what the doctor said?" I nod my head and mumble an affirmative. "We can keep you from getting infected. You know by now I'll still want you either way right?" Again I just nod and mumble "Ok well we can pick up the med's on the way home" now I shake my head. "ingh engh, no don't want them." "Your sure love I mean it when I tell you I still want you." "I know, I don't want them." "Are you sure?" "Yes I want you inside me." "Well you can have that anytime sexy" and he winks at me. It makes me smile and my whole faces hurt. "OH sorry hon." Now the door opens and in walks Tim and the nurse. The nurse comes over and quickly removes the IV then leaves the room. I sit up and that makes me a bit dizzy so I just sit there waiting for my head to clear. "Hold on baby let me get your cloths and give you a hand." While Jason gathers my cloths up I slowly turn and let me legs hang over the edge. Jason returns and stuffs my feet into the pant legs of my pants and pull them up till my feet slip out the wholes at the bottom. Then he holds the shirt open while I slip my arms in and pulls the head opening to try and keep it from rubbing against my face. As I'm putting the shirt on I can't help but notice that I have bruises on my shoulder. I look like I've been run over by a freight train. I pull my shirt down stand up and I'm headed for the door. I just want to get out of here. "Whoa Love. You have to wait for them to come get you. We'll get you home soon I promise." Jason pulls me gently into a hug and kissing the top of my head. "Have a seat and here are your shoes. They should be here soon enough. "Jason," Tim says, "I'm going to go pull the car around to the front and I'll meet you guys there." "Sounds like plan. Hey Tim." "Yeah" "Thank you" "No problem bud and thank Laura when you see her. She was the one that surgically removed my head from my ass." At this Tim and Jason both start laughing and I'm kind of in the dark. Jason looks at me and I raise an eyebrow in question then regret it immediately. Jason gently runs his hands through my hair and says. "There was a problem at work today and another employee and I had a few words. Tim was tossing my words back at me. "OH and on that note. When you return to work you wont have to worry about John, I've been giving orders that are NON negotiable to relieve John of his position." "Well I guess Laura really does wear the pants in the family." "Has there ever been a time when she didn't?" Tim chuckles and heads out the door. Jason folds me into his arms and gently rocks with me back and forth. I feel safe again, I always feel save when Jason is near. I'm drifting not aware of anything but the feel of his arms around me and the rise and fall of his chest as he breathes. Finally the door opens up and there is the nurse with the wheel chair and I get to go home.

Quinn When I get to the school football field i suddenly realize I forgot to get the emergency contact information from Jason. Oh well I'll get it when he picks me up I think to myself. I hear the school bell ring and sprint for class so that I'm not late. I get to homeroom just as the tardy bell rings. I few of the kids notice my face and there are a couple of snickers and few others point and whisper. I just tune them out like I usually do. Then Mike on of the class clowns <or so he thinks> says. "So someone gave you another pounding huh" and motions with his hands and hip like he's fucking someone from behind. "Shh Mikey we agreed not to talk about it at school remember? I so enjoyed your visit last night but you have to let me go like I told you." Mike's face is almost purple and he starts to get up from his seat. "Do we have a problem gentlemen" "No Mr. Stewart" we both say "Are we going to have a problem" and Mr. Stewart is looking right at Mike. "No Mr. Stewart" "That's to bad since I need someone for detention to help me clean the athletic equipment and you did really well last time Mike. Ok folks have a seat so I can take roll and does anyone have any notes or permission slips that need to be turned into the office?" Everyone starts to settle into seats and the usual homeroom chatters starts. I walk over to Mr. Stewart's desk. "Mr. Stewart?" "Yes Quinn." "I need a couple of things. I need to see about getting the form to change my emergency contact information and I need to leave early today so I need to get my English and Social Studies assignments." "Why you leaving early? Does it have to do with that?" and he points at my face. "Yes, my..boy..I mean my new guardian wants to have the Dr. look at it." Mr Stewart raises an eyebrow as he looks at me. "Finally getting away from your mother huh?" "Yes." "Good for you, I'm very happy to hear that." Mr. Stewart has always been good to me. During P.E. he could tell that the other kids didn't want to be around me so he encouraged me to use the exercise equipment. That way I wouldn't be bullied and had the effect of toning me up. A few times last year he tried to get me into wrestling but I think he realized that couldn't happen while I was living with Dina, now I'm to old. He's always been nice to me though and he's one of my favorite teachers. "You'll actually have to have your new guardian pick up the form and fill it out at the office, but your homework assignments I can leave notes in your teachers boxes and you can pick them up on your way out." "Thank you Mr. Stewart." "Your welcome Quinn. Quinn?" "Yes Mr. Stewart?" "Its not my place to ask but your new guardian, ah well, he's not like your mother is he?" I smile. "He's nothing like Dina." "Dina huh." and he smiles at me "Well good for you Quinn." The rest of the morning is pretty calm but it seems my face just keeps hurting more and more. I swear I can feel it pulsing and I'm starting to get a headache from the pain. About 1/2 way through math one of the ladies from the office comes in and speaks quietly with Ms. Berts and then leaves. "Quinn" Ms. Berts calls out. "Yes mam" "They need you in the office." I gather up my books and quickly shove them into my pack and head out the door. I'm quickly walking down the corridor thankful that Jason here to pick me up as my head is really starting to kill me and maybe seeing the Dr. isn't such a bad idea. I turn the corner to head for the main office and never saw what hit me. In fact I didn't see anything for a long time after that. Tim I can't believe that my best friend has gone and seduced my son. I thought I knew him better then that. I thought he was going to help Quinn where I couldn't. I thought I could trust him. I never thought he would take advantage of Quinn. I assumed he was over me but I guess he just felt if he couldn't have me he could have my son. I cant help it but I feel like an animal trapped in a cage and I'm pacing all through my office. There's a knock at my door and John steps in. I round on him like a lightening stike "And just what the fuck do you want? Come to gloat or what?" "Hey you know what they say don't shoot the messenger." "You only don't shoot the messenger if they are innocent of the message but you did this out of spite so I would suggest you lay low for a while and worry about your marriage and keep your nose out of everyone else's business." "Do you think someone will say something?" "You idiot did you not hear Nancy say she had your wife and speed dial? I'd bet you wife knew about it a split second after you said it. So Yeah I think someone told her, and if it wasn't Nancy I'm sure there are a few others that called her if they all haven't. Now I suggest you go get some work done and get out of my face for the rest of the day." "Yes sir." What an idiot I think. How could he be that stupid. Not only does he cheat on his wife, but he does it with a high school teenager and then blurts it out at work where they both are employed. All of this after telling his boss that his best friend has HIV and is also sleeping with the kid. And just how the hell did he get this information keeps running through my mind. I'm gazing out the window when my office door opens and slams shut. I quickly turn around ready to let John have it when Laura unloads on me with both barrels. "Just what the hell do you think your doing?" "What did Jason tell you?" "Jason wont answer his phone and your avoiding my question what have you done, or should I say what have you done that you think I don't know" "What's that supposed to mean" "Who started this company?" "Your father" "Who worked here in high school and all through collage?" "You did." "So do you think for one split second I don't know ever single thing that goes on in here?" I may have turned running this over to you but I do keep tabs on everything and I do mean everything. There have been many decisions you've made while running this company that I may not have agreed with some of them turned out fine others didn't but I never got involved. But when you fire our best employee not to mention your absolute best friend, the god father to our daughters and not to mention I love him like a brother. Then I step in!" "You have no idea what he's done" "What, fallen in love with your son? Taken him under his wing and cared for him while you let him rot with that bitch of a mother? Yes I know all about that. I came over the morning after your party and found you two in bed. But I'm not stupid I expected it after all it WAS a bachelor party I just decided that I should keep tabs on her in case problems came up later. It was a good thing I did. But I trusted you and believed in you enough to assume that it was a one shoot deal and was I wrong?" "No I never cheated on you while we were married." "I know that and I was never concerned over that whore, I was more worried that Jason would win you back." "What? How did you know about us." "I saw the two of you kiss the day after you proposed to me. I went to come see you and Jason was leaving your apartment. You two hugged and then you kissed him. I was so angry I followed Jason to tell him to keep his hands off of you. I almost caught up to him when I could hear him sobbing. You broke his heart that day you know that? I felt horrible for taking you away from him but I also knew I'd never give you back. He had one boyfriend after that and that asshole took off after he infected Jason. So I made a promise to myself to keep Jason in our lives and to help him if I could." "How did you know about that." "Jason called the house, he was sick as hell and wasn't making much sense so I ran over to see what was wrong. I found the note his fucking boyfriend left saying he was sorry and that Jason should go get tested. Bastard is lucky I couldn't find him." "Why didn't you tell me?" "Cause it wasn't my place to say anything and I never knew what the results of the test where. I suspected since he completely stopped dating and became a hermit for the most part. Until Quinn came long that is. I know Jason enough to say that if he's dating Quinn then he is seriously in love with him. I've tried to push Jason out to see others but he has always deflected my attempts. So if he's found someone and I don't care who it is you need to be happy for him. You know, his only friends are us and the people that work here and that brings us to the current situation. I have stood by you all these years and I love you very much but you'd better fix this. I will NOT lose Jason from my life. He means to much to me and the girls. He is their godfather and he's one of my best friends, and I swear I will divorce your ass and leave you penniless and without a job if you do not apologize and get him back in our lives. I will NOT stand for this!" "Do I have any say in this" "Sure you do, you can say yes dear I'll take care of it or we can contact our lawyer. So what do you say?" This is exactly why I married this woman if someone can screw my head back on right its her. "Yes dear I will take care of this." and I can't help but smile at her. "You know your a pretty awesome woman right?" "Yes I do. I have a great husband, well at least most the time he's great, the tells me that often." and with that she closes the distance between us and give me a quick peck. "Oh one more thing, fire John and that's non negotiable I don't want him bothering Jason and I don't want him around our daughters when they start to work her in the next couple of years." "That I can honestly say I look forward to." Jason I load all my stuff into the car and head for home. It will be a few hours before I need to pick Quinn up so I might as well go home and pack up all the stuff Tim's family as left at my place. On the drive home I wonder just how many ripples will be caused by my helping a high schooler with his math. Well whats done is done and I wouldn't change it. I'm not hurting for money and I'm sure I can get a job quickly enough. I figure I'll spend some time working around the house and Quinn and I can spend more time together getting to know one another. That's when it dawns on me I don't even know his last name. Wow seems like so much has happened and yet I still really don't know all the much about my lover. I make a mental note to rectify that situation over the next few days. I finally pull into my drive way and head into the house. My phone rings and its Laura. I turn my phone off as I really don't need to deal with her at the moment. I spend that next couple hours going through every room in the house collecting stuff that belongs to Laura and the girls. It's breaking my heart but Tim made it pretty clear how he felt. I look up at the clock and realize I need to go pick up Quinn. As I'm getting into the car I realize I forgot to give Quinn my contact information, and that reminds me to turn my phone back on. As I look at my messages I have 11 from Laura and 2 from Tim. Well I'll listen to them after I get Quinn. I'm driving down the road and headed for the school. With lunch traffic I get there in about 15 min. I park in front of the school and head into the office noticing two police cars with lights on stationed in front as well. Once I get there it seems the whole office is in a flurry there's people rushing all over the place. I approach the front counter and try to get someone's attention. Just as one of the office staff approaches me I notice a familiar looking woman headed out the door. As the glass door is closing Quinn's mom smiles and waves at me and then hurries off. "Excuse me what was that woman doing here?" I ask the lady behind the counter. "OH the poor woman, someone tried to take her son from here and beat him up pretty good." "Quinn! Oh my god what's happened to Quinn! What did she do to him?" "Sir." I hear a man's voice say behind me. "Is there something I can help you with?" As I turn there is an officer giving me a suspicious look. "Yes please what happened to Quinn?" "Are you here for Quinn sir?" "Yes I was to pick him up and we were going to go run some errands." "What kind of errands sir?" "He needed some clothes. He left his mothers house and only has one set of clothing so I was taking him shopping for more. Now tell me what the fuck happened to Quinn?" "So your saying he no longer lives with his mother. Do you know where he lives now?" "Yes I do but I'm not answering another fucking question till you tell me where Quinn is and whats going on?" "Sir I need to ask you to come with me please." "You can ask all you want I know my rights and if your not arresting me then fuck no, not till someone tells me what's happened!" "Officer I think I got this" another man approaches from behind the counter followed by two more men. "Sure thing Jake" and the officer nods to the man and then leaves. Jake extends his hand and says "I'm Jake this is my partner Allen and this is Principal Lynn, if you'll follow us into Mr. Lynn's office I'll let you know whats going on." I shake hands with Jake, nod to the other two and then follow them to the glass enclosed office in the back. Jake motions me through the door and as the last one into the office he closes the door behind him. He then turns to me and says. "Before I can tell you anything I need to know who you are and what your relationship with Quinn is and why your here." "OK, well my name is Jason Quail, and I've been tutoring Quinn with his math homework for a couple of months now.." "Excuse me Jason" Says Principle Lynn "Jake I can verify that. As you know we have cameras all around campus. Mr Quail has for a very long time taken to eating his lunch at the park near campus. We've noticed Quinn sitting with him and his math has improved greatly since then. Sorry Mr. Quail but when someone is seen repeatedly hanging out near the campus we take notice but you were rarely there when students were around so we didn't feel that any action was required." "Thank you Principal Lynn" Jake responds. "Well we kind of have a unique situation here. Someone tried to abduct Quinn from campus grounds but another student saw the event and yelled for help. The man that tried to kidnap Quinn then ran for it but he hit Quinn pretty hard and he's unconscious so hes been taken to the hospital for treatment. Now the odd thing is Quinn would have been in class if his mother hadn't requested to pull him out early, so why was someone waiting for him or were they just waiting for any student and why try to kidnap one right in the school hallway. So this whole thing is very odd. Now you show up and say you're here to pick him up so you can see why we're a bit concerned?" "Yes I can see that and I'll gladly answer your questions if you make sure Quinn is safe at hospital and that his mother can't get to him." "Well I can assure you at the moment he's safe. We have an officer there to make sure someone doesn't try this again but I can't agree to the other without a good reason. But I have a feeling by the look on your face that your about to give me a good reason." "Yes I think I can do that. Ok so I've been helping Quinn with his math and I slowly became aware of what his mother was doing to him. "Can you be more specific please?" "Well one day while I was tutoring him he revealed to me that someone had beaten him and I saw the makes on his back. He also disclosed to me that his mother would allow other men to have sex with him in exchange drugs or money." "Why didn't he leave?" "He did. Quinn moved out yesterday and moved in with me. When we got there I waited in the car while Quinn went to get his things. After a while I saw his mother leave and figured Quinn would be out shortly as he assured me he didn't have much to get. When after about 15 min Quinn didn't come out I went to check on him. When I entered the mobile home where his mother lives I heard him cry out for someone to leave him alone. The man with him made the comment he liked it when boy's begged and that Quinn would be begging him for more soon enough." "And what did you do?" "I grabbed a butcher knife went to where I could heard them and grabbed the man off of Quinn." "Off of Quinn?" "Yes he was raping Quinn when I entered the room. "Then what did you do?" "I jerked the bastard off of Quinn and placed the knife directly under his balls, I then told him if I ever saw him again I'd kill him and if he came near Quinn I'd do it slowly." Jake is trying hard to hid his grin. "I know this isn't very professional of me but I do wish I had been there to see that." Alan seems to be losing his battle in trying not to outright laugh and Principal Lynn is just shaking his head. "Ok so can we say that there is a certain amount of emotional involvement between you and Quinn." "I care for Quinn a great deal. I've watched him strive to better himself where so many others have given in. Quinn is a very special person to me and he deserves so much more then what his mother did to him. So yes you can say there is a certain amount of emotional involvement is there anything wrong with that?" "Absolutely not Mr. Quail and Quinn is very lucky to have someone looking out for him like you do." "Call me Jason and no Jake I'm very lucky to be able to look out for Quinn he is a very special young man." "Well I think we got most of what we need to know. This may sounds like an obvious question but do you think you'd recognize the man that attempted to rape Quinn." "OH yeah no doubt in my mind" "Well as Principal Lynn stated they have cameras here could you look at the image we pulled and see if its the same man?" "Definitely" Alan pulls out an image from a folder he's been holding. "Is this the same guy?" I feel all the blood run from my face as the image shows the same man punching Quinn in the face as he comes around the school hallway. My hands start to shake and I can feel my anger burning. "OH yes that's the fucker!" "Easy Jason as much as I would have loved to seen what you did to him yesterday you can't do that to him now. Please please let us handle this. Quinn is going to really need you and if I have to arrest you your not going to be able to help him any okay? "Yeah, sure, ok" I say as I'm trying to keep my emotions in check. "Can I go see him now?" "Yes you may. I'll call ahead and let them know your coming and to keep Quinn's mother at a safe distance. Meanwhile I'm going to get this photo out and see if we can't find this asshole." "Thank you I'm going to go now I think Quinn needs me." The officers head out the door and just as I'm passing Principal Lynn he reaches out and gently touches my shoulder. "I think you need Quinn just as much. Take care of him he is a special young man. I've watched him over the years and he's tries so hard. I fought with the school board to let him finish out this year and I'm really glad I did." "Me too and thank you from both of us." "Your both welcome it was my pleasure."

I started to wake as he was lifting me out of the sling. I was still soring still in some other place and this man who had just totally claimed my ass was now sitting me down on the bed as he moved stuff around and was praising me. “You did damn good pup, I would’ve been scared except your dick stayed rock hard and kept leaking even as your eyes rolled up into the back of your head.” I couldn’t focus the drugs and his demeanor had me caught off guard. “Boy stop day dreaming lets hit the showers get you cleaned out and both of us need a good rinsing off.” We made our way to the shower catching looks from a few people. Once we got there he handed me a douche ball and said he prefilled it special for me and not to lock the door of the toilet he would stand watch. I expelled all the chem. Piss in a rush it was good I was empty…but FUCK I was empty. I rinse off a bits the grabbe d the douche all and squeezed it all end. It was warm and I felt even warmer as it ignited my ass and body I was feeling dizzy when Sir Ian looked in on me smiling I looked up like a kicked puppy as my ass open involuntarily and it felt like everything I had ever ate came rushing out and. He said it was a herbal flush mixed with a generous portion of T and it would clean me good and keep me high. “You’re a good pup you took that booty bump like a champ now I have a treat for you.” He scooped me up and drug me into the showers. Once inside he turned it on super warm and began washing me and playing with my ass all at the same time. It was super sensitivity as I held on to the pipes and keep the water running while he washed my ass and back and pits all the while teasing my nipples or wrok 2 or 3 fingers into my soapy hole. There were guys standing at the trough watching and end the tv room watching as he made moan and wimper like a total whore boy it was amazing. I felt a rush of warmth wash over me as he grabbed my hair and forced my ass up as he stood behind me. Here on public display he rammed his cock in my ass. He fucked me hard and steady until I was gibbering like an idiot. I feel his body jerk a bit then realize he waving someone in. see a pair of dark legs and realize its one of the regular guys I see here all the time. They exchange pleasantries as he offers my mouth for the guy to fuck which he does. His cock is long and thick and I choke and gag on every stroke. Turns out this guy is some sorta porn star Sir Ian is letting him know that I’m open for business tonight and my ass is free to anyone with a good size load. My ass and throat are soon filled and all I can manage to do is keep my balance. I feel myself going in to a total cock haze and still there is a crowd of guys watching. Sir Ian writes our room number on the shower wall before pulling me off the guys cock. I thank him as I’m pulled back into the water and then we rinse one more time and head back to the room. A few guys followed us and he let them know it be a few minutes. “Got to get his hole lubed up again fellas be a minute.”. And soon we were in the room. He was handing me a bottle of water and said drink all of it. I did and hell didn’t realize how thirsty I was. “you’ve been really good pup and now that I’ve opened you up pretty deep lets get you’re hole filled with cum. Lets see how much your s ass will hold. But first we’re gonna smoke a joint and get you back good and relaxed.” He reached into the drawer and pulled out two joints. He handed me one and lit the other for himself before leaning in to spark mine with his. He pushed me around and said relax smoke ad let me get you lubed up. It was good shit and after the second hit my buzz was 3x intensified but didn’t feel as jittery. And my ass was in total heaven he had 3 fingers from each hand massaging my ass and my ring was going crazy. “Ok pup I want you in that sling now.” I was there in a hot minute. I had a bottle of poppers in my hand and he was grabbing something out of the drawer they were leather strips and a blind fold. “OK pup since you are gonna take all loads no matter what you don’t really need to see faces. And I don’t want you cock flying off so we’re gonna bind that up also, you’re body is mine and I’m a generous Daddy.” I smiled but he could see I was nervous. He said no worries take this as he handed me another “E” I swallowed it down as he kissed me this time I swallowed the pill and his spit . it was awesome and I was and its was a long kiss but it had to end. He put two fingers up to my slimey hole and the sunk in both with his thumb tucked underneath. I moaned and sniffed poppers. As the bottle left my nose I heard Sir Ian walk over and open the door. I was blind, hard with an open ass dripping lube. I felt a cock press up against my ass and then sink in all the way to the balls. I moan and growled and realized it was Sir Ian when he told me to work his nipples after taking some poppers. He fucked me hard and deep right from the start all the time saying what a good puppy I was and saying how he wanted to fuck my cream filled cunt after everybody had got a chance at my hole. He wanted to watch me being fucked by every and anyone and me loving it since I had no idea who’s cock was in me. Just a nice cock with a big load to fill my open hole up. His dirty talk and his constant pounding would have made me cum if not for the fact he tied my cock and balls off. Instead my ass was dilating and opening more. I felt the pressure again like my ass was gonna explode and that’s just what it did as I moan and my ass opened out on his cock. I heard a guy at the door say "DAMN!!" as my hole opened and closed in spasms sucking his cock like a trained pet. This had him cursing and piston fucking me until he shot his load as deep as he could. I was panting and moaning as he fucked his way through both our orgasms. My ass sucked up his cum and wanted more. I’m not sure how long he fucked me all i know is I had inhaled half a bottle of poppers and spilt some which he wiped up . but I do know it was only a few words and a minute after he pulled his cock out that I felt another one slam into me.