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Part 3 (Let me know what you think? This series is just one of many I plan on writing about!) So, here I am at 4am higher than a kite when I should be in bed (that’s definitely not going to happen now) getting fucked raw and hard by a spun out guy who’s name I don’t even know, nor do I want to know! Next he’s fucking me on my side and is just pounding away when I start to feel the jock strap I’m wearing get tight. My Chrystal dick is getting hard! This shit he got me spun with is awesome and didn’t cause my dick to practically disappear! This guy was one of my favorites, we fucked in many different positions and he just kept going like a bull. I happen to notice the clock and see that it’s just past 6am! We have literally been non stop fucking for almost 2 hours! He says that he has to get going and I BEG him for his load before he leaves! He says he’s not sure if he can cum yet, so I ask what I can do and he told me to tighten up my cumhole that is now stretched out from the non stop fucking. My body is still in a state of pure extacy from all the T we smoked so I concentrate, add more lube, and tighten up my ass as much as I can. I get on my back and look him in the eyes as he starts pounding away. While tightening my ass I can feel every inch thrusting in and almost all the way out. I then feel him start to quiver and being the cumdump that I am recognize that he is about to cum so I grab his ass and start pulling him into me as deep as he can go. Finally I feel his dick twitch and that hot thick load filling me up! I swear he just kept shooting more and more until finally he stopped thrusting and pulls out, it was fucking heaven! In my spun out state I immediately suck any remaining cum off his dick until I have it all in me! Now that he’s done and ready to go I realize that when he leaves that he’s taking his T with him, so I ask if I can get a few more hits because I plan to look for more hookups. He happily agrees and while he’s getting dressed I take 4 more deep cloudy hits. He also gave me a little shard and prepped a booty bump for me to use later if I needed to (I’d never done one before). Finally he is gone and here I am about 6:30am spun out of my fucking mind going from Grindr to BBRT to A4A in rapid succession looking for another guy to come fuck my spun out hole! Being that it was now Monday morning Grindr was quickly lighting up with men looking to fuck before work and this is where I get lucky! The next guy I invite over was a white guy about 35, dadbod type who wanted to fuck before going to work. I sent him my address no questions asked and before I know it here he is! I let him in the place and he’s surprised to see me in nothing but a jockstrap. I start kissing him and pulling off his clothes and am down on my knees getting him hard. We make our way to the couch and I assume the position. He is taken aback by how quickly I get down to business and ready to fuck. His cock was only about 5.5-6 inches but it was thick! My ass is still dripping with lube and cum from the last guy so I just pull him in right away without lubing his cock up. Right away he starts pounding my ass and balls deep and staring deep into my spun out puipuls that you could probably fly a plane through. I think he could tell I was spun and starts getting rough and verbal knowing that’s what I need from him! He starts slapping my face, spitting on me, and calling me his slutty cumdump! The aggression and degradation gets my cock hard again but all I want in this moment is to feel him fucking me. Here it comes again, that feeling when guy is about to cum! He starts pulling his dick all the way out and ramming it back in balls deep a few times until I feel him shoot his load deep inside. He collapses on top of me trying to catch his breath, whispering in my ear that I’m his good little cum slut! After he pulls his dick out I suck any remaining cum off until it’s all gone. Next think I know he’s off to work and I’m propped up on the couch with my ass on the edge so none of the cum loads I took leak out, I want them all to stay in me and my body to fully absorb them! Back on Grindr, BBRT, and A4A! To be continued...

It was difficult for me to plan anything during the holidays. Any idea of me going back home to see my parents or friends out of state was a no-no. I was already interning from home & any possibility of me having to quarantine in order to travel would be unlikely. The city was still in semi lockdown and most bars and restaurants had a capacity limit. I was always on bbrt, finding for an easy lay or a quick pump and dump. Most of the guys I find would always be on PrEP or Undetectable. Most were also very vanilla with little kinks and the ones who party seem to tweak too much for my liking. I was also into old guys, guys who were real and not superficial. Who knew how to fuck like animals. Who had a few limits in fucking. Long sessions too. I was pretty choosy but I couldn't help it, I was a 27 y/o Asian Masters student who had a great ass and a sculpted body. TA allowance covered my gym and I made no waste in making sure I was fuckable. Another part of the allowance however, let me enjoy my vices that I call Tina. Perhaps every 2 or 3 months I would go on an adventure, smoking a rock and spend the night wanking or finding a quick fuck in the bathhouses. Usually it's just the pump and dump. Very rarely do I get to be a cumdump. Plus, with the pandemic in the background, I doubt there were that many guys that were fond of getting raunchy. During the peak of the pandemic, at the start of summer, I was refreshing my BBRT profile and received a new message. It was from a MrLoup68. His profile photo showed a man of 6'0 with defined abs but was very thin. His biceps protruded from his arms and his shoulder bone was defined. Still very hot. He was wearing a pair of leather chaps and a necklace that had a biohazard amulet. He was also clean shaven and had a goatee. In the photo, he was winking. First Message: Nice profile. What are you into? I ignored as I couldn't believe how lucky I was getting. Second Message: Photos Unlocked! I opened his profile and there were about 8 locked photos of him in different sex positions, all him topping different guys. Missionary, doggy, outdoor. All the guys he was fucking had an expression of ecstasy. For a while, I felt like I wanted to be in that gallery. There were also photos of him stroking his cock, about 7 inch with a PA attached. I was hard looking at it. I unlocked my photo and replied to his first message: Bryan94: Nothing serious. Sometimes quick fun, sometimes longer session. Depending on who I'm with. You party? It was something I'd always ask. Party. If they don't, then I don't have that much expectations. If they do, you don't know what you're getting into, especially with how crazy some of them can get when they're tweaked up. For some reason, given his age and I guess assumed experience, I didn't have to worry that much. MrLoup68: How long? I have a chalet out of town. Party supply included. T, G, MDMA, you tell me. I don't have much time to talk. Knowing that my finals were done and that I have 3 weeks before summer class starts, I immediately replied Bryan94: Free for a week starting from today. How far are you? Are you legit? I'm Bryan. MrLoup68: About 40 mins outside of Montreal. I can pick you up. Video call me 514-***-*** - Jérome I stared at the message for a while, contemplating on what I was about to do. If I don't do this, then I'm probably going to waste my time rewatching Netflix or wank to those porn playlists I've had bookmarked. I had no responsibilities so why shouldn't I take the opportunity? I closed my laptop and decided to go to bed. Jérome's message was sent at 10:34 PM and for 4 hours his numbers were dancing on my mind. A few minutes before 2 AM, in my bed with little eye shut, I took off my clothes, wore my jock and turned on the lamp. I decided to call him. If he doesn't answer, it's a sign I should call it off. Within 3 Rings, he answered, panting while stroking his dick, attaching his phone to a better angle. "That took a while, hein?" Jérome was now looking at me while toying his dick, like a joystick. It was enormous. "Don't worry, I'm just edging, saving for the right boy that's coming up to my chalet. Have you given a thought yet?" "Hey, yeah, wow, you're hot, haha damn I don't know...can I trust you?" Jérome then gave his dick a slow stroke and picked up his phone, now focusing on me. "What's the worst thing that could happen, boy? You like long sessions and some partying, I've the resources and the time. Or are you just the kind of coy choosy Asian that walks out from these situations, never daring to take risks." His racism was subtle, but excused because he was right. I don't take that much risks given the career path I've chosen and it is deeply ingrained in the culture I grew up with that being risk averse was looked upon, with little dissent. I was a quiet boy, never revealing much about myself. Even if my sexuality is known, not many people would refer to me as that gay guy, I was coincidentally the gay guy they knew. Though I am grateful for how I've hidden myself, keeping my drug habit a secret and my desires on the low. It seems like for Jérome, I was just another guy he could screw around with. I took it as a challenge to see him instead, proving him wrong and giving myself a bit of dignity to actually take some form of risk. "What do you mean? I just started talking to you. You're right, everything checks out fine. I'm interested to see this chalet of yours. Let's do it. I'm game. When do you wanna meet?" "We can leave tomorrow morning, reach in the afternoon and get ready for the night. One week with you and I'll change your life. When I pick you up tomorrow, I will tell you the rules and the limits of what we'll do so we're both clear on what we want. You want that reassurance, right?" "Yes, I do." I smiled looking at him. "Good. I'm not into violating anyone, just putting them in their right place so if you do not agree with any of the points I bring up tomorrow, I can drop you off at the village's bus station to head back to the city. No questions ask, 100% respect." "Alright. Here's my address. See you tomorrow." "Good, slut." He hung up and I started to light a bowl. I'm going to get ready early to not back down last minute. I shaved my arms and my legs, packed the best jocks I had and also took some butt plugs I had collected. This was going to be a long session I thought, so the beads were also in the travel bag. I sat in my living room watching porn while fantasizing what I was going to experience while I waited for Jérome. I was tweaked and weak for any form of attention a man would give. The sun's ray started to slit through the blinds and I realized that Jérome was going to come soon. By 10 AM, I saw a black silverado pulling up, windows tinted. I walked up, gaining the courage from the rocks I've been smoking and opened the door, facing one of the hottest man I've seen. Everything I wished how a matured man I wanted would look, Jérome had it. Though his body pic looked toned and skinny, his face was sharp and his eyes were hazel. His eyebrows arched in a way that was compelling you to make eye contact with him. Nose sharp and ears were pierced on the right side only. His goatee did no justice during the video call. His whole stature, in the drivers seat, turned me on. "Nice to meet you, Bryan. You seem like you pack a lot. Fit. Good looking. I can tell that ass has been tight and from your eyes, you're dying for me to this rod of mine in your mouth. I got very lucky." "No I did. Sorry for rubbing the wrong way last nite, it's hard for me to talk to people sometimes." "No worries. I'm a very direct and straightforward person. You just listen to me for the whole ride and think about what you're getting into. How bout that Bryan?" "Sure, uh, Jérome. What do you prefer?" "Sir, daddy, monsieur, master. Call me daddy and I'll call you son. Call me Sir and I'll call you boy. You like that, boy?" "Yes, Sir." I threw my duffel bag in the backseat and closed the door as Jérome started steering into the Décarie expressway. The radio played techno music and he started talking, in an extremely charismatic way. He had a strong French Canadian accent, but his grammar and choice of words were tactile that made him possess a sort of permanent charm. "Now, I've done this a few times before, and mostly, I am very lucky. Out of the 8 people I've brought to my chalet, only one decided to leave when we reached the village and that's because he was about to overdose. God bless Ben. Ben came back though the next month and I guess right now I've a 100% success rate with all the boys of your kind." I'm not surprised that this is a regular thing for Sir. I just wanted to know what I was getting myself into. "For the next week, was it a week you said boy?" "Yeah, til next Sunday, or Monday, doesn't matter." I was already preparing to take 3 days to recuperate from whatever experience Jérome was bringing me into. "Yes, so for a week, I'm going to, how do I put it simply...break you. I'm going to test your limits because I see it in you. Even through the video calls I could tell that you're a very shy person that has a lot of hidden desires, don't you?" Sir started caressing my thighs while his eyes were fixed on the road. He was still speaking and had his right hand around my ears. I recoiled in excitement, listening to him continue. "First day, I'm going to teach you how to act like a slut, a boy or a slave. How to serve me cause we're looking for long sessions right? You're going to earn your T and your water, by following my instructions precisely. You will be used by me for the rest of the week, or maybe I'll get some of my friends to try you out. You will accept my friends. They're part of the group I'm in that you have a chance of joining." "I'm also positive, with a high VL and strong restraint to antiviral meds. Because of this, I'm also the leader of this group I have, being the main carrier of this strain that the members of this group, or brotherhood now carry. Whether you will pass on my legacy or not, is something that is uncertain because there have been boys that never successfully joined, and are now living regular lives, out of the thrill that we have. These regular gays take PreP, preach monogamy and have dogs in place of children to fulfill their boring lives that people like us found uninteresting. To live like a hetero. What a shame!" I listened and saw how focus Sir was, continuing. "Not me, not us, that's why we do the things we do, right? Little limits to our sexual freedom and certainly to who we give ourselves to. Now if we discuss actual limits, I am against blood and certainly excrement with the except of piss. Chem piss only. Any normal piss will be dismissed. Are you still following me, Bryan?" "Yes." "Good. No questions. Not much of a talker. I like that. Those are the best kind of boys we get. So yes, you surrender yourself to me for the next one week. No permanent physical damage will be inflicted upon you but it is up to you to set what you can and can't take. I will list mine and you are free to list anything that you would not prefer. With a limit of 5. 1. Tools I will use on you include a whip, candles, ropes, clips, and shaving clippers. There's more, but I will hear yours first. 2. Nothing permanent will be inflicted upon you with the exception of whipmarks and minimal scars. 3. If pain is not a factor for you, then I am open to the possibility of tattooing too. I listened to Jérome's criteria carefully and thought of somethings I would not tolerate. Scat and blood were already there, but were there anymore? Looking back, I was arguably inexperienced and I've only been in a playroom once or twice. Even fisting was something that I had wanted to try. "I have no reservations. They sound good. I've never some of what you mentioned before. Are you going to go gentle, Sir?" "At first, boy, at first. But remember, I am going to break you so you will tolerate some of the extremes. I think with a little help of the party supplies, you'll be well taken care of." Jérome now looked at me, winked and went in for a kiss as we exited the freeway, waiting for the green light at the intersection. Realizing that we're already in the village, Jérome let out, "So?" after tonguing me for quiet some time. Before the light turned green, I answered. "Yes, break me, Sir." "That's the way, boy." Jérome then thought to himself how easy it was for him, how years of experience and knowledge in figuring out the psyche of a true party slut had given him the advantage of building his clandestine cabal of positive men who fuck other men. It was selective and seductive. The truck turned into a narrow road, with a signboard that said Lac and an arrow pointing on it. We reached a decent chalet covered in woods, a few yards away from the lake. Summer just started so the sun was increasingly radiant. We took our things and head to the door. Before entering, Jérome clicked the keys to lock the car and put his hands on my shoulder. "There's no going back once we're in the house. I've recorded your agreement during our ride just in case. Are you absolutely certain you are ready for this?" Still tweak up, I just wanted to get fucked at that moment but I was still grounded in some form of reality. Do I really want this? Yes, it's a desire that I have that's trying to be released. "Very well. Come in, boy."

Tonight, a stranger I met on Grindr wanted me again.. at first he said he couldn’t make it over since his friend needed his place to crash...then, he messaged me about 10 minutes later that his friend passed out so he wanted to come over still...I said give me 10 minutes and he said sure.... I then gave him my address again and told him the door was unlocked and to go past the kitchen to the guest room where I would be waiting ass up and with the dildo he likes to play with. I was naked and shivering with anticipation with a tie wrapped around my eyes (the way he likes it) when a I heard the creak of the door...he then entered the room and proceeded to shove the dildo in my hole. After about a minute, he replaced the dildo with his big, juicy and raw cock. He kept moaning how tight I was and then asked me to ride him....I asked if he wanted me to take the tie off and he instructed me NO! So I obliged and sat on him and he LOVED it! After only a few more minutes, he blasted his load inside me and I could feel every pulse. He thanked me and said until next time...About 5 minutes later my bf called me to tell me he just got to his out of town destination...none the wiser that I just took a strangers load in my butt...

Here's a new story for you guys... This might be a one-off, but there might be another chapter if there's interest... –––––––– My Boy Likes Taking Loads I met my boyfriend, Andy, several years ago. We’ve been in a monogamous relationship for five years now and just moved in together. When we started dating, Andy was pretty versatile, but he really liked the way I topped him, long smooth strokes letting my sheathed dick savor every inch of his ass. We’d been monogamous for a while before he started letting me fuck him bareback. He said that he could feel more of me, and it certainly felt better for me too. He usually wanted me to pull out to cum on his chest or on his butt or on his face. Two years ago, Andy started hanging out with a co-worker of his. I didn’t like Matt. He was always horny and he openly flirted with my boyfriend whenever they were in public together. He was sexy, tall and slim, and always on the prowl. I trusted Andy and didn’t put much thought into whatever Matt might want to do to or with him. I had a job that kept me out of town for several weeks that summer. I usually got texts from Andy pretty frequently. One night, he’d told me he was going out with Matt to dance, and I didn’t worry until about 2AM when I realized I hadn’t heard from him. I called to make sure he was okay. His breathing was heavy like he’d just run to grab the phone or something. I could hear noise in the background and asked if he was still in the club. He told me no, that he was racing to catch a bus. I told him to hurry up so he didn’t miss it, especially it being so late. He called me at like 3AM and told me that things with Matt had gotten a bit out of hand at the club. He told me that Matt flirted more aggressively than normal and that they’d made out in the bathroom. He told me that he pulled Matt’s shirt off and jerked him off in the stall. I asked if I’d interrupted anything when I’d called. He told me no and that he really was running to catch the last bus. I listened and let it go, telling him that these things happen and thanking him for his honesty. He promised to do a better job behaving. When I got back home, Andy was immediately all over me. We fucked and fucked like we hadn’t in years. This time, he was pre-lubed and ready for an intense fuck. Andy begged me to ‘breed him.’ He’d never referred to his ass as anything but that, and now, he implored me to ‘fill his cunt’ and ‘knock him up!’ I knew his dalliance with Matt might have gotten him to this naughtier place, but as things hadn’t gone too far, I saw no reason to complain! Many months after Andy and Matt got frisky in the mens room, we grew to be good pals with a sexy couple in the neighborhood. Joe and Ben had been together for a few years. Both guys were gym buff and very sociable. We had them over several times and visited them too for cocktails and dinner. After a second round of martinis one night, the two of them got a little flirty. They told us that they were open and loved to fool around with single guys or couples from time to time. They were both tops and loved to mix it up from time to time. They asked us, very respectfully, if we might be into that scene. I could tell that Andy was dying to say, ‘YES!’ but he demurred and said we’d have to talk about it. Before they let us go, they volunteered that they were both HIV+, and had been since before they were a couple. They promised that they were fully undetectable and very good at staying on their meds. They told us that they preferred to play raw, and wanted to top both of us. I was flattered, but a little freaked out. Andy had been vers, but I’d only ever topped. The thought of letting them fuck me, especially raw, really turned me on. That night, walking home, hand-in-hand, Andy put his head on my shoulder and honestly told me how much he’d love to take both Joe and Ben’s loads. We talked about the science and felt confident that undetectable = untransmittable. There would be no threat to taking their ‘seed,’ as he called it,’ even though we both weren’t on PrEP. We agreed that it would be fun to fool around, and I confessed that I might even like to bottom for them. We texted Joe and Ben and set up a date for us to go back over and have some sweaty fun together. Andy and I took our time getting ready. We had fully cleaned out and made sure to have plenty of lube on hand. He fingered me and got me lubed up deep inside. It felt amazing. I did the same for Andy. We showed up right on time, and had a round of drinks before loosening up. We’d all dressed sharply, and then jackets and ties came flying off. When we were all shirtless, I saw that both guys had biohazard tattoos just below their belly buttons. I knew they were both POZ, but was surprised how much their matching tattoos turned me on. I’d never seen Andy blow another guy before, and he looked so hot sucking on Joe’s eight uncut inches. I worked on Ben’s thick six-inch cut cock and we had them both hard and dripping undetectable precum. It felt so forbidden to be gulping down their ‘seed’ as Andy was tracing his finger on Joe’s intricately detailed tattoo. Ben and Joe flipped us over, ass up and went to town lapping at our holes. Andy was begging Joe, ‘rail me, you POZ stud. I want you to knock me up!’ Joe chuckled and slapped his hard raw dick against his spit-slick and lubed hairy hole. Ben was kind enough to let me watch his partner enter my boy before he slid into me. It had been so long since I’d been fucked, and I realized it was the first time I’d ever been fucked bareback, and certainly the first time I’d let a POZ guy fuck me. I said as much and Ben asked Andy if it was his first time taking raw POZ cock. Andy tensed up and froze. Joe was balls deep in him and froze too. ‘Answer him,’ he sternly demanded. Andy was silent. Joe started to pull out and Andy begged, ‘No! Don’t stop fucking me. No. It’s not my first time letting a POZ guy fuck me.’ I looked over at him surprised. Ben asked, ‘when was that? When was the last time you took a raw POZ cock up your chute?’ Andy grimaced and Joe acted like he was really going to pull out. Andy confessed, ‘It was Matt! I let Matt breed me!’ I didn’t even know that Matt was POZ. As I was contemplating that, I realized that Andy hadn’t told me the whole truth about that one messy night years ago. ‘When? When was it,’ Joe asked. ‘Last month!’ ‘Last month!?!,’ I asked. Joe asked if we should stop and talk about it, and Andy looked at me with pleading eyes. ‘No, let’s keep going,’ I said, savoring Ben’s raw dick caressing my hole. Andy silently mouthed, ‘thank you.’ With that, Joe and Ben went back to pounding us. Ben and Joe switched places, dipping their raw POZ cocks in our holes until we couldn’t take it anymore. Ben’s thick cock left Andy’s hole open and gaping. I watched as a trickle of cum oozed out and down his cheeks and leg. Andy and I kissed as Joe filled me up with his load. His eight inches felt so good as he creamed me deeper than I’d ever been fucked. The four us showered and cleaned up, and they gave us a few minutes to get dressed while they made another round of drinks. I told my partner that if I’d known that he wanted POZ cock, I would have been happy to let him have it. I hadn’t realized how much it would turn me on seeing him take any other cock, let alone a raw one, let alone a raw POZ one that didn’t pull out to cum. We were exhausted, and after that last cocktail, Ben and Joe called us a car back to our place. Andy put his head on my shoulder in the back seat and told me he felt terrible about keeping his hookups with Matt secret. I told him whatever kinky fun he wanted to have, I wanted to be part of it! Turns out Matt had been filling him up with POZ cum for months without me knowing. As soonas we got home, Andy and I undressed and tumbled into bed. Just then, Andy’s phone buzzed. It was Matt asking how our night had been. He told him that it was great, and the next time they got together, I was game to be there. We scheduled an evening with Matt, inviting him to take turns on both of us. As we snuggled and got ready to go to sleep, Andy asked if he could confess one more thing. He told me, ‘Just so you know, Matt isn’t good at staying on his meds. He’s definitely bred me with detectable loads… I should have told you.’ I agreed and said, ‘yes, you should have told me.’ He squeeze my hand and we fell fast asleep, knowing that we were both looking forward to some risky cummy fun with Matt.

The chalet had a layout like any other chalet you find, standard floor plan with a living room and 2 bedrooms. However, the decor that it had was fascinating. There were framed black and white photos Jérome fucking, hung on the walls. Different sizes and shots mostly focused on his or the bottom's expression. I got to give credit to the photographer who took the photos as it wasn't purely smut, it was actual erotica. In the hallway leading to the main bedroom, lined a series of portraits of different guys staring blankly, clearly tweaked or on something. Each held a board that resembled a mug shot sign, indicating their name, age and loads taken with the date. I counted 8 photos lining up opposite each other in the hallway. Sir joked that mine would probably be on the door. "It's 1 PM. I'll give you an hour to settle in. Wear anything you want and have a look at the itinerary. Remember, no refusals at all. Any questions?" "What do you prefer I wear, Sir?" I opened my bag and laid down the attire I had. "None of that fruity shit. You want what I want you to wear? Follow me." I followed Sir to the closet door and he took out a chest with a label "Mark Boy #4" on it. "You got a great body, an athletic one, reminds me of a jock I knew." A black football helmet with a biohazard sign on the back was put on me with an elastic jock pulled through my legs. The label on the band said "SLUT" in bold and italic. I could tell it wasn't washed from the crystalized dry cum that scrotum pad had. I then had to put on a pair of white high knees sock with black striped that contained99 followed by a pair of damaged Adidas Stan Smith. A leather shoulder pad was also put on over me that had hooks. I guess it also doubled as a harness. Finally, Sir attached a pair of kneeguard on me. "So that those knees don't fail on ya ;)" "You still have 10 minutes. Make the most of it before we start." I decided to go to the kitchen, opening the case laid on the counter to rejuvenate myself. A bottle of pre-made G at set measurement. A bag of T shards and a clean glass pipe. "Take as much as you need, you'll be begging me for more after this. And only I will control your intake. Except for this though. I'm not that unforgiving" A bottle of poppers tied to an armband was thrown to me. I secured it on my left arm, accessible at any time. I did a few hits of T and swallowed the G, inhibiting myself a bit. "When you're ready, make yourself comfortable in the living room." The clock was 2.55, I assumed that at 3, my breaking will commence. Sir came out of the bedroom, slowly dimming the lights and closing the shutters, making night fall in a split second within these walls. The same techno music started to play. It was soothing, repetitive and had hints of chanting. Very spiritual too. I was laying down on the sofa and stared at the ceiling, appreciating the dark colorful lights coming from the projector and slowly closed my eyes waiting for Sir, or Jérome, I didn't know. The names started to lose meaning and I could tell I was starting to lose myself. "Boy!" I jolted and stood straight on the armchair, now processing what I'm seeing. Sir was standing above of me, holding an hourglass that was on the coffee table while having a hit. "T-Minus 30 seconds, boy, you're going to be transformed soon. " I didn't realise that during my short doze, Sir managed to tie me up and pushed me off the chair, kneeling in front of him. The G was quite something. I was now my knees, trying to maintain my posture when Sir attached his final ornament on me, a collar. While tightening it, he assured me that it wouldn't affect my breathing and that until the collar is off, I am obligated to obey him. As I responded with Yes, Sir, Jérome closed my mouth with his and shotgun a hit, sending me to cloud 9. "As I mentioned, I control your intake tonight." My eyes lit up and I could only respond with nods and agreements to whatever Sir was starting to say, "Your ass is going to get worked by daddy, right son?" "Daddy's going to see how bad you've been, smoking T behind daddy's back, you've been a naughty slut haven't you?" "You going to take daddy's friend's dick? Let them breed you too? More variety in your gut now son?" "Daddy's going to breed you well boy, you're a good sport, I can see that, winning in the field, now you're winning daddy's dick." "You want my poz load in you boy? Daddie's friends poz load too...?" Every taunt that Sir said, I responded in Yes, Sir or Yes, Daddy. "You're going to obey Sir and lisen to Daddy, right Bryan?" That sent me of the edge in trying to tell who's who. He was masterful in his seduction. I just shouted Yes! "Very well, slut." After whispering and taunting me while caressing my head, Sir began to play with my hole. I could feel index finger and the nail, longer than usual, invading me. It was dry at first, but Sir then covered his finger with some shards and coconut oil to make his special lube. The second time his finger was in me, I could only moan in pleasure. I didn't notice that he already had 3 fingers in me, telling me that this feeling isn't going to last forever. "From extreme pleasure to extreme pain, that's how I break you, boy. Cause after this, the only pleasure that you seek and the pain you avoid will come from me." After having my hole inspected and laced with T, Sir took out a pair of clippers and attached it to my nipples, sending me to a series of screams and adjustment. I now understand what Sir is going to do. This isn't just a test to see if I can be a part of Sir's group but also a chance for me to prove to Sir that I deserve to be the one with the portrait hung on the main door. I wailed momentarily and said Thank You Very Much, Sir. With the clips adjusting itself to my nipples, I began to also slowly have a hard on forming. Rarely does this happen to me on T. At first sight, Sir slapped my jock pouch and squeezed it, making me yelp more. It was then flaccid again. I was still stood on the floor, but arched with Sir's hand examining my hole. "Bonne salope." Sir said with both his hands now on my ass. He dived in to tongue my hole and slowly rimmed me, letting the lube leak out of my hole, massaging it and electrifying the nerves around my sphincter. I can't even try to describe or even retell the pleasure I felt. It's as if my hole had a new purpose of being devoured by Sir. Slowly, I was surrendering part of me to Jérome. For around 20 minutes, Sir did not stop and once he was satisfied, he strike a slap on my ass cheek, releasing a moan from me. "Time for pain. Remember, pleasure, and pain boy." A cane was then taken from the ottoman opposite of the coffee table. 3 different lengths, 3 different strengths. The first one was light, the second was relatively painful, and the third one made from rattan and leather left me in tears. Strokes of Sir's hit left symmetrical cut marks on both my ass cheeks. There was only dried blood and Sir didn't stop hitting as he told me to "Not worry, as it'll dry out. Remember, no turning back." Sir made sure that I remember my decision to do this and I had no regrets. The pain evened out the pleasure. I was exploring a side I didn't know I had with Jérome. For the next 3 hours, in the living room, I was disciplined with the cane on the feet, ass and my back. In return, I got rimmed and finally fisted by Sir. After the final hit that left my back in cuts that were now slowly letting out blood, Sir came up to me and told me that my ass is calling his fist. But before answering, he needs to be sure that I can accommodate other things first. From my bag, Sir took out the largest dildo and feigned a laugh. Not big enough. He went to the drawer and pulled out a row of his collection, made from polished stainless steel. Built to withstand any ass muscle. The first dildo he inserted felt like it weight more than a pound, cooling my insides as the heat from my body acclimatize to the toy. Sir pulled in and out, easing my ass clenching to it. The second dildo Sir used had a bigger girth and I could now feel my hole dilating. I started to moan and begged Sir to go further. "Yes, son, that's the way, let's stretch out your hole now, daddy's here." Jérome alternating between Sir and Daddy had catalyzed this strong feeling and attraction I had toward him. It's not just the repressed daddy issues that was now beginning to manifest, it was also the submissive nature I take pleasure in. I knew that despite everything that Jérome will do to me for the next couple of days, I will accept it with grace. Anything. I am now his, I thought, with the 2nd toy's base finally being enclosed by my sphincter. "Goood boy!" The dildo was then pulled with great force that I yelp out another series of pain and moan that could be either pain or pleasure. I knew that I was learning and most of all, obeying what Sir Jérome, or Daddy, or Master tells me to do. The third toy was now larger, with a bigger girth and resembled two attached dildos, as if used for double penetration. I thought receiving it wouldn't be as hard but because my sphincter was already torn, I still had to endure the gap between the two shaft had in me. I was now moaning and panting, something Sir took pleasure in witnessing. "There boy, toy no. 3 makes it feel as if you're getting 2 dicks. By Thursday, you'll be getting 3 inside you. Real ones. I'm also getting you ready for more." I continued to moan and thank Jérome, letting out a request this time to get a hit, seeing that the pain was overtaking the pleasure. "Ah ah boy, not until I say so. You gotta earn your hit." With that, he stroked the double dildo into me and slapped my ass hard. This time, he was wearing a leather glove. I wasn't sure how long the pain lasted but I did remember suddenly having my attachments loosen up and being laid on the sofa. Panting, Jérome gave me some water that he was drinking and passed me a pipe to do my first hit in 2 hours. The wave is back I thought and I was now adjusting myself on the sofa. Still in the sports gear, I can't believe how far my ass was worked by Jérome. The TV above the fireplace was then turned on and I watched a recording of myself. It seemed as if there were cameras placed at the corner of the ceiling and by the window, difficult to see from the regular eye but hidden in certain ornaments and decorations that were strategically placed to give a camera view that would rival most studios. Before I was done with my 3 hit, Sir attached a gag ball with a hole and jammed his flaccid dick into me, letting me savor his shaft for the first time. Salty from the sweat and humidity we were in, mixed with a taste of G that he probably rinsed with. Sir held my head in a still position and began to relief himself, letting his piss flow in my throat as I mindlessly gulped. The taste at first was strong and pungent but then I got used to it. My heart began to pound even more and I could tell that the chems that Sir had were now being metabolized by me. In a way, what we were doing wasn't short of sustainable. I was still in control as Sir assured me that the previous boys he had were already shivering. Sir took off the gag and held my head, pecking me softly and kissing me, tasting the piss stains from my lips and cheeks, spitting back into me and finally pulling the nipple clamps off. I could only screech in relief. "We're now going to take a little break cause it's almost night time. Well actual night time I mean." 7 PM. How time flies. 12 hours ago, I was getting ready for something I didn't have any idea on. 6 hours ago, I had my hole fingered and now, a few minutes ago, I had drank someone's piss for the first time. I can slowly feel myself breaking my old shell, satisfied at my decisions and having zero regrets. I collected myself on the sofa and took the envelope with the itinerary. Sunday 2 PM - 7 PM - Introduction / Hole Play 7 PM - 8:30 PM - Intermission 8:30 PM - 2:30 AM - Sling, Bondage & Whips Monday 2:30 AM - 6:30 AM - Recovery 9:00 AM - 3:00 PM - Introduction to Members The description was vague and kinda useless as I didn't know what was going to happen exactly. When will Sir fuck me? When will I get bred? These were my current desires that I had to immediately obtain. I guess making me anticipate would only intensify the accomplishment I'll get. Perhaps I will be rewarded with a fuck. Or maybe I will be humiliated more, suffering from more forms of torture that Sir wants. In the heat of uncertainty, I was still horny and most of all feeling great with the substances that Sir fed me. To keep my hole clean and proper, I wasn't allowed to eat but only consume liquid. Thankfully, there was no urge to do a no. 2 as Sir was also keen on douching me regularly during our time. The clock hit 8 PM and I was still seated in front of the fireplace, observing the way I was getting my hole worked. I took mental notes on how to gyrate myself better, making it easier for Sir to reach me and feel me. It was enlightening to watch myself in this way. Sir passed by me and then switch the video, showing me the previous boy he had. Apparently, it was his final night, after being confirmed to be a part of the group. It was a short clip, probably 3 minutes max, of a boy, probably early 20s, latino with a nice bubble butt, bouncing on two old guys dick. Moans of pleasure and yeah's by men surrounding him encouraged him to fuck himself on the two guys, with Sir finally asking the boy whether He's grateful to be a part of the brotherhood, aiming to foster its growth and longevity of his strain. The boy, fixated on Sir while moving his hips up and down, responded I'm fucking grateful to be the latest member of the brotherhood and that I will fulfill its mission when it is finally sealed. The next cut of the video showed the boy, now in clothes, opening an envelope, and then showing the letter to the camera, with his results being positive. The video ends with Sir holding up his chin, congratulating and telling him, "Bienvenue dans la fraternité, Daniel." Daniel could only smile as he picked up a board detailing his name, Daniel Hernandez, age, 23, and date of membership, 13 July 2019. This is when his portrait is taken, first upper torso, then side profile with his clothes off. His body had a narrow scorpion tattoo now on the neck, with the tail trailing from the navel. The boy looked completely fucked, with a buzzcut and defined eyebrows but satisfied. I could envision me in the same position soon. Maybe a biohazard tattoo behind my neck like some guys have. Or on my chest, with both my nipples pierced. "Intermission's over, boy. Like what you saw?" Sir came back with ropes and locks of chains in his hand. Not only did I like what I saw, I envied it. I wanted to be better than Daniel and make Jérome take a fat drag after he's done with me. "Where is Daniel now?" "Ottawa. Not that far. He stung 2 guys, both willingly, both in university. Not far from your likes, I suppose. He was a good fuck. A bit loud though. I guess you're better in that aspect..." Sir now laid down the ropes on the table and slowly made me wear ankle and armbands with hooks. "It's time for us to head to the bedroom now, no sleep of course." My outfit this time changed, and rather than the jock theme earlier, it was now more leather. A leather jock, boots, harness and mask with only a mouth hole were what I had to change into. I was a bit relief that the stench of Sir's piss was no longer a problem. Without any sight, I was guided into the room and holstered on to what I suppose was a sling. The eyezip of the mask was then opened and I could see myself hung beneath a platform mirror. The bedroom had mirrors on each side of the walls in addition to the ceiling, with porcelain tiles arranged in a circular manner, making the person on the sling its centerpiece. Sir had lit up candles and I was leaning on to the possibility that things are starting to get sensual. But I stand corrected as Sir now started to tie my limbs tightly and with no mercy, making me screech again while I try to figure out what was going to happen to me. Since I was still wearing the mask, Sir had also manage to put a sort of oxygen mask on me that was attached to a glass bong, lighting it up as I respired. Once again, I felt the hit and became defenseless to what Sir is about to do to me...

Chapter 4 I knew time was of the essence with poz loads deep inside me. I thought I'd go crazy waiting for our afternoon flight. I knew that PEP was only effective if administered within a given time after the breeding and the silver fox was already two days ago. Hopefully I could stay negative and get on Prep A.S.A.P. For fuck sake, I'd only just lost my virginity. How could I already be at such risk of already being Poz? How could I have been so naive and stupid. I thought I would faint when the call came from the airline before we even left our hotel. Our plane had mechanical problems and our flight would be delayed 'til the next morning. They had tried all the other airlines but were not able to get us on another flight. They would cover our extra expenses and give us a free 'return flight' to any city in the country to be used anytime in the next year. I frantically got busy and Googled 'sexual health clinic'. There were three in this city. Two were closed on Sundays. The third was on the far side of town with a transit system I was not familiar with. I set out. I either got on the wrong bus or took it in the wrong direction at a couple of the many transfers. The clinic had closed an hour before I finally got to it. I collapsed on the ground and wept. I had passed a couple of hospitals on my frantic journey but the thought of entering their emergency department and confessing my reckless sexual exploits just seemed too daunting. I guess I wasn't that scared yet. When I tried to imagine going in and telling someone, I could only imagine being met with hard, cold, piercing, judgmental .. worse, condemning eyes. I finally picked myself up and told myself I would be okay. I just needed to get to the clinic back home as fast as I could on our arrival. I was met with three disasters to my plan the next day. The family car wouldn't start, my bike had been stolen and the transit workers had gone on strike. Once again by the time I walked across the city the clinic had closed. On the walk back home every park and woods literally tortured my ragging libido with there potential for cruising. I so wanted to feed the newly triggered itch in my ass. But, I was terrified to add what felt like another ticking time bomb into my vulnerable system. I was totally exhausted and collapsed into a fitful sleep as soon as I got home. I kept waking with xxx rated nightmares. At 3AM I awoke with a deeply shaming start. 'Why had I not called a taxi or Uber? How could I have been so incredibly stupid?' I was waiting at the clinic doors three quarters of an hour before they opened the next morning. The staff were pleasant enough. They gave me PEP for the known poz loads from Ben. But it was too late for the uncertain load from my first encounter. I would need to wait three weeks to be tested before they could see if I was still negative and eligible for Prep. They didn't need to tell me how important it was for me to refrain from unsafe sex for the three week interval. I didn't really have anything else to do, so decided to walk home and try to clear my head. Passing the first park I stoically set my eyes straight ahead and forced myself to walk past. At the first woods I found myself walking a path and justified, 'I was just enjoying nature. ' I was both disappointed and relieved when I didn't come upon anyone. Not even a dog walker. I decided I felt like a jog and soon pulled my t-shirt off. I was enjoying my easy pace and the fresh air caressing my bare chest. I was lost in thought when I ran out in front of a red mustang convertible. Luckily the driver had already slowed to turn into a city park. I quickly changed my course and jogged to his parking space to apologize. Stepping out of his car I heard his rich baritone voice; "Yeah, you owe me a good apology." I was instantly hooked, line and sinker, by his large dimpled smile. His eyes darted to a path into some shrubs and I needed no further explanation of his meaning. As I dutifully followed I realized he was a little over 6 feet tall, had broad shoulders, a strong looking v-shaped back, and a sexy bubble butt nicely contained in his tight khaki shorts. My guess that he was commando was soon quickly revealed. At this point I thought I could give him a nice safe blow job; but, he had spun and bent me against a tree trunk without a word of request on his part or consent on mine. His hot mouth was on my exposed ass immediately and his tongue began to fuck me. My resolve had melted into praying he had a condom. My mind raced; 'Why hadn't I accepted the ones they offered at the clinic? How had I been so certain I would be to frightened to engage in any sex?' Here I was already, bent over, ass exposed with a total hunky stranger tongue fucking me in some sparse bushes in a public park. Two hours hadn't even passed since my clinic visit. When he stood and whispered in my ear; "Nice tight hole there." The warmth of his body against my back ripped any thoughts of condoms from my mind and lips. "Oh yeah!"; were the only words I said as his good sized raw cock started it's first journey into my delighted fuck shoot. "Keep it down. This is a public park after all." "Awe, Mmmmm"; I tried to muffle my groans of pain and pleasure. I hadn't gotten a look at his manhood; but, it must have been a good size 'cause it was soon nudging my prostate. As his pace sped and the unmistakable slap of our fuck grew so did my moans and groans. One of his hands moved to cover my mouth and the other wrapped around my throat in a strong choke hold. Within three more pumps he unloaded deep in my ass as he released a roar that must have been heard throughout the park. He quickly withdrew, slapped my bare ass and thanked me for the apology. While pulling up my shorts I had to run to catch him at his car. The engine was already running. "Hey man, are you cl...? Uh?" "If you're going to so blatantly display that sexy otter body with that inviting cute face you either need to get yourself on Prep or resign you yourself to the inevitable." And, he drove off. The woman pushing the stroller nearby looked daggers through me. I hastily returned to the clinic to shame facedly confess my slip up. They made the mistake of reassuring me the PEP treatment would still be protecting me from the park breeding. I filled my pockets with their free condoms this time around.

I’ll post full details tomorrow, but was in Chicago for 5 days and took 12 loads. Was a great time!!!! Out of alL the apps Sniffies for the win!!!! Plus steamworks. And If the sexy black man with the beer can thick duck sees this wish we could breed everyday 🐷🐷🐷🐷🐷🐷🐷🐷🐷🐷🐷🐷

Hot long session with two longtime fuckbuddies. Tag team, spit roast and every possible position you can think of 😉 Hot sweaty session. Two loads from each and a sloppy cumdripping hole for me. Lost my load handsfree when one of them was pounding me doggie and the other one fed me his cock to clean. I love threesomes!

I heard my roommate getting fucked before he left for work hard. He then got ready and left but the guy who fucked him was still here.( I sleep nude) I fell back asleep as it was too early for me to get up for work. After some time I was woken up by someone grabbing my hands and holding them behind my back and a big dick pushing up inside me balls deep. He pushed up in me deep hard and fast so I let out a moan and a yelp. He was in me and fucking me while holding my hands. I had no idea who he was or what was exactly happening. He kept working my ass deep and hard and I felt my dick get hard and I began to moan. The strokes felt good and it was working my hole real well I still couldn’t turn back to see who he was or what he looked like as it was also dark in the room. He asked me if I like that raw anon dick in my ass and I loans out “ yesss” he pulled out and told me to get on my back. I flipped over and lifted my legs. He said” look at you eager to get more of this dick in you huh?” I felt him push my legs up and his dick pushed back up inside me I moaned loud as he continued to fuck my ass raw. I felt his body his abs pecks muscular ass. I was enjoying taking this strangers big dick balls deep in my ass. I pushed him back got up and pushed down on his pole. Began to ride him. Dropping my pussy hard on his dick. This made him so horny told me to get on my hands and knees and he pounded my hole doggy style. He got me on me back and continued to fuck me he leaned over grabbed me tight and told me he’s gonna cum inside me. Hearing that and feeling my dick grinding in his abs I began shot cum. Then I felt his dick start to shoot his load inside me throbbing and shooting ropes of cum inside me. Both breathing heavy and moaning and unloading. He slid out of my pussy as I later there. Said I’ll be back for more sometime soon keep the door unlocked. He got up and walked out all I saw was a silhouette of a tall hung muscular black guy. He closed the door and soon after I heard the front door open and close. I payed in bed with an ass full of cum and covered in my own. Didn’t expect to have the best wake up call I’m recent years but sure glad it happened and I can’t wait for him to be back.

Part 23 - Return To Balenciaga It was like nothing had changed when Alex woke the morning after their return, usual routines started again and protocol observed except when private in Alex's apartment. What was even more exciting was his friend Marty was also now at Balenciaga paving the way for their sexual exploits to continue. It truly was a friends with benefit situation, since they both enjoyed each others company and with sex there was no awkwardness between them. In fact they were so casual and comfortable with each other that they often chatted and laughed whilst doing it. The distraction of Marty was welcome and it helped put Max out of his mind allowing him to get on with life and public engagements. Francis and Liam would join Alex and Marty often to go horse riding with them still learning to ride, the four of them finding quiet places in the palace grounds to chill out and relax despite the weather starting to turn cold signifying the arrival of the long winter nights ahead. Alden had also joined them on occasions when not busy and Alex was now enjoying massages from Nick after his self defence lessons when he was not travelling as Alden's protection. He still couldn't work Nick out, the man was very private yet the deliberate rubbing of his bulge against Alex's head during their massages did make him laugh silently to himself. Marty would often sit there watching and laughing knowing the look in Alex's eyes when he was trying to contain his sexual state whilst Nick worked over his body. It was clear that Nick had grown fond of Alex and enjoyed helping him work out and watching the very subtle changes in his body that were starting to show, his ability to defend himself was improving as was Marty's. If Alex wasn't paying attention he would quickly find himself in a protection officer sandwich, three times they made him orgasm doing this unless he tapped out admitting they were superior humans to him. It definitely took his mind off Max until he would go through his photos and come across that one selfie he took, the glint in Max's eyes was so clear to read, the look of someone who had found his perfect man. He tried his best not to look at the photo and even contemplated deleting it. Then there was the private social nights where Alex enjoyed pizza made by the chef, those evenings Marty, Tom, Liam, Nick, Francis and Alden would rock up with wine and beer and sit casually on the floor chatting or watching a movie. Alex made a point of catching up with Tom at least once a week to find out how he was getting on and adjusting to his new life. In many ways he reminded him of Marty with his deliberate flirting pushing all royal protocol aside when they were alone. It did put Alex in a quandary being sexually attracted to him, for now though he kept just enough distance. After all Alex didn't want to get a reputation of bedding all the gay men in the palace, plus they were socialising as Tom was now in Alex's circle of friends he could trust, after all Tom owed Alex big time for securing him the job of his dreams. Marty on the other hand held no qualms about getting Tom and they had already had a few meets in the stable where Tom learnt all about riding crops the hard way. Alex was more than happy to take a back seat and hope Tom's infatuation with him would subside at the hands of Marty. As rugged and tough looking Tom was he completely changed when in the presence of Liam and Nick and Alex saw immediately he was completely infatuated with them both wanting to play fight and begging for a protection officer sandwich when he heard about Alex being trapped in it. There was one person who unknown to anyone in the room had a keen eye on Tom. October quickly passed and the days were shorter and much colder now, in early November Liam knocked and entered Alex's apartment prompting him it was time to leave for his luncheon with Lady Trasilion. Liam was also now known to Lady Trasilion who always insisted he dine with them, lunch was a very casual affair between Alex and Margarite after formal protocol was observed. Over lunch she confirmed to Alex about the London conference at the beginning of December and outlined it would be to review the upcoming events. Alex was quite looking forward to it as it meant Felipe would be in attendance and he couldn't help noticing how Liam grinned discreetly when he cropped up briefly in their conversation. Since their return from Greenacres Jackson and Francis began dating on a more formal basis and came clean to Alex after their second date. Yes he was happy for them although the news hit home to Alex wondering if he was never going to find the right person, those thoughts sent him spiralling down the sadness path. In the royal car heading back from Lady Trasilion's he gazed out of the window looking at all the men going about their ordinary lives, free to love anyone they wanted or desired. Liam caught sight of him in through the mirror on the visor and felt tied being unable to say anything with the chauffeur in the car with them. The fronts of the shops down the boulevard were nearly all decorated up for Christmas, it was the highlight of the year for everyone and by royal decree it was mandated that no business establishment was permitted to open its doors from the 24th until the 27th December to allow all employees time with their families. The Balenciaga Palace royal household who lived in enjoyed a Christmas brunch with the royal family in the state banqueting hall and in the evening a party was held in the state reception room. His mood slightly buoyed by all the lights and colourful decorations. "Stop the car, I want to go shopping" Alex suddenly called out of the blue. Liam turned his head "Are you sure your highness?" he asked, "Should we come back later?". "No" Alex replied adamant he was going shopping, "I want to get it done early" he said. "Very well your highness, I will call for two more protection officers" Liam replied looking at him. Alex nodded "Okay" he said in a resigned voice, "Thank you Liam" he added. Liam knew this was going to be weird and called ahead to the palace for two additional protection officers to meet them at the shopping mall on the boulevard. The three men in black suits shrouding him got Alex wound up very quickly and he stopped angrily 'Back off' he said raising his voice to make himself clear, Liam nodded to the other two and asked them to follow a few meters behind. Liam as expected was over cautious and protective keeping close to Alex at all times, he still felt guilty around that night in Greenacres where he failed in his duty to keep Alex safe. He was finding himself surprised how Alex reacted to people who came up to him, genuine and friendly to them and they all completely respected Alex, bowing and addressing him by his royal title. The would politely ask to have a picture taken with him and Alex would agree then engage in conversation asking what they were buying their friends and family for Christmas. Liam now understood how Alex was fast becoming a well loved person in his own right and on his own footing, the royal family were very well liked and respected but Alex just had that special quality that came so naturally to him. After all it cost nothing to be polite and friendly towards people. Needless to say the shopping took way longer than anticipated and it was gone 6pm when they finally arrived back to the palace. Alex had become main headline on the news 'What does a Prince buy a King for Christmas?' was the news anchors opening words. The king and queen watched in delight seeing their son chatting and laughing with shoppers, this kind of news is what people loved to see. A Prince who was pretty down to earth and engaging. "Sorry it took so long Liam" Alex apologised both carrying bags to his apartments. Liam smiled "Makes a change to do something normal" he replied. Alex chuckled "Let me take you out for dinner as a thank you" he offered. "Is that appropriate?" Liam asked opening the doors to the apartment for Alex. Alex walked in "No, no more than you having sex with me" he replied smirking. After getting Liam to agree they quickly changed and Liam drove them to a fancy restaurant in the centre of Victoria that was private and discreet about the clientele. Alex had one glass of wine with his dinner, Liam sticking to water, they chatted and dined until nearly midnight. They walked back towards the royal apartment and without asking Liam followed Alex inside and closed the door, putting him arm around Alex's shoulder they went in to the bedroom. Undressing and slipping in to bed together Liam turned off the light and held Alex in his arms. "You still love me after Greenacres?" Liam asked watching the prince's face in dim light. Alex nodded "Yes, but I have not fallen in love with you" he spoke with contentment. "I failed to protect you Alex" Liam said stroking his face. Alex smiled "No you didn't, you turned up and saved me" he reminded him. Alex ran his finger along the bicep "If you feel guilty you can be selfish on me" he said softly. Liam chuckled and stared in to Alex's eyes faintly making him out. Alex rolled on to his stomach then leant over and kissed Liam hard, his hand quickly ran down his chest finding his protection officer already erect and waiting. Alex giggled and laid his head down feeling the bed move with Liam's weight shifting and coming to rest on top of him. One arm slipped under his neck propping his head up so Liam could kiss him tenderly 'Ready for me?' he whispered getting a kiss from Alex, his hips rose up rubbing his cock against Alex's arse until it sunk between the cheeks instantly finding the hole and pushing in. His body arched and he moaned quite loudly 'Fuck me Liam' he pleaded aggressively catching Liam out. He leant forward and bit down on his neck hard for a second then sunk his cock full pelt in to Alex's arse. Brutal yet still tender he pounded away at Alex whose arse was pushing up meeting every thrust exaggerating the depth Liam got his cock in to Alex. His whimpers and cries in to the pillow the begging to be fucked spurred Liam on who found he was reaching orgasm so quickly he couldn't stop it happening. He slammed his hips down hard riding rough shot on Alex's arse grunting with each pulse of his cock releasing his seed in to his prince until he collapsed hard on top of Alex spent and exhausted. Alex chuckled and turned his head to kiss Liam on the cheek "Is there no end to your talent?". Liam laughed "Not with you. I do admit I like exploring sex with you" he replied. He ran his lips so tenderly over Alex's and they kissed in the most sweetest way for several minutes. Liam pulled a pillow to rest his head on whilst he kept Alex impaled on his cock, his weight shifted slightly easing it off Alex and they quickly fell asleep joined by cock and arse. "I only brought one cup so you will have to share" Artem said standing at the foot of the bed. Alex yawned and rolled over on to his back "I wonder about you sometimes" he said to Artem. Artem chuckled "I know you want me but you can't have me" he replied putting the cup down. Alex smiled watching Liam stretch "I could order you to" Alex informed Artem. Artem stuck up his middle finger "Bollocks!" he said then went around picking up clothes. Liam grabbed the cup off the bedside table "Wait your turn" he said to Alex who held his hand out. Alex sat up folding his arms "I am a prince!" he said loudly then burst out laughing. This morning was a quiet day until the evening when he had a dinner with the Royal Institute of Science and Technology. Alex wandered down to the stables pushing through the biting wind to take Danbury out for a ride, as usual Marty joined him on Brandy for a couple of hours and they watched as Alden and his entourage returned from a two day visit to Germany. Alden had the car stop and opened the window waving to Alex and Marty who galloped over. "Your back!" Alex said smiling and happy to see his brother. "Ta da" Alden replied sniggering, "Yes, going or a long bath and sleep" he said. "Marty!" Alden said addressing him. "Your royal highness, trust you had a good trip" Marty said bowing his head. Alden nodded "How is Brandy?" he asked who stepped forward lowering his head for Alden to pat. "Fine form your highness" Marty replied. "Excellent, might come down later for a ride" Alden said sitting back in his seat. They trotted off back to the stables but Marty had a busy day and had to leave Alex to walk back to the palace. He walked slowly with a smile on his face, with Alden back that meant Nick was back as well. He changed in to some gym gear and went down the hidden passage to the basement gym which was eerily quiet today. Alex laid back on the bench about to pick up the weight bar when Nick called over arriving in the gym telling him to wait until he could spot him. Alex worked out for a while then went to the running machine leaving Nick to work out. Alex finished and rubbed his legs that ached from running too hard. Nick sat up on weight bench "You want a massage your highness?" he asked. Alex stared at him for a moment then nodded "Yes!" he said with way to much enthusiasm. Alex looked around "Liam not working out today?" he asked, missing his presence. Nick looked over and smiled "No he is lunching with his family" he replied. Alex watched Nick walk to the massage and steam room and followed behind. Just like before his fingers danced in erratic movements over Alex's back making his whole body quiver, he was so calm and relaxed like nothing actually mattered and anything was possible. Nick was amazing at giving massages and Alex was keenly aware how he moved around the massage table. Moving to the head of the table his bulge gently brushed against Alex's head, this time though it was done with such tenderness then deliberately he moved his hips left and right rubbing the bulge firmly against Alex. Alex looked down at the floor smiling knowing this was definitely on purpose than accidental. Alex moaned at the intensity of the shoulder massage he was getting and raised his head 'God that is amazing' he said. He could almost feel the lycra touching his face it was that close, it moved forwards brushing against his cheek then back in tune with the massaging. Then again it moved forward only this time it didn't move back and continued pushing in to his face then a deliberate rubbing movement took place again. So chilled out Alex opened his mouth and bit very tenderly at the bulge and was rewarded by the increased rubbing in his face. Almost dreamily like his fingers reached up and slowly pulled the shorts down until he could see the trimmed pubic hairs and thick dense meat of his cock flopping out in a semi hard state. The massaging continued like nothing was going on but Nick was carefully moving his hips side to side until his cock found Alex's mouth pushing its way in. Assimilating the taste of this powerhouse man and his sweaty groin from working out had Alex in a delirious state. His mouth working slowly are succulently on the cock stirring it to a firmer state, stretching down in to his mouth and forcing his mouth open wider as it grew. His eyes fluttered in pleasure tasting the precum that seemed to flow effortlessly from the cock in his mouth, Alex moaned as the lower his fingers went down his spine and massaging his arse cheeks so erotically. Almost but not quite slipping towards his hole, the massage covering every inch of his arse before moving back up to his shoulders. Nick was overcome in pleasure that he was massaging with his eyes closed, unable to believe how good his entire body felt. His hips moving gently providing enough movement to enhance the blow job and he felt this was not going to be satisfying enough for him. Silently his hands moved down the soft skin and over the perfect arse cheeks, opening his eyes he looked around then pulled his cock away from the prince. Alex raised his head slightly embarrassed and wondering if he was getting slack at doing blow jobs. Nick put his hands under Alex's arms and lifted him cleanly off the massage table and over his shoulder, a sense of deja-vous came over Alex remembering the first time Nick did this at Greenacres to give him a massage. Quietly he walked over to the steam room opening the door then stepping inside and closing it. Alex felt his body slipping down the muscular chest where his arse met with Nick's erection. A moment flashed between their eyes before Alex initiated a kiss, taking it slowly to test the water but he was instantly rewarded with the arms tightening there hold around his body and sinking in to a very intentional kiss. The billows of steam shrouded around them, the moist heat caressing their bodies and raising beads of moisture on their bodies. His body rose slightly in the arms then the sharp pain of penetration spread from his arse through his entire body. Nick had lowered him down directly on to his cock. Alex moaned and lightly bit the top lip of Nick's mouth with an erotic tenderness. Time stood still for a moment as they both tried to gauge the others reaction until Alex kissed him again. His arms clasped around Nick's neck, grimacing at the sheer force of the rock hard cock stretching his hole open and disappearing inside his body as he was lowered down. Alex cried out and flung his head forward, his legs scissoring Nick's waist tight pulling his body forward. Unable to stop himself Alex hit orgasm instantly burying his face against Nick's neck who stopped what he was doing to allow Alex to finish. Slowly Alex kissed his neck and worked his way up and across until his tongue sank in to Nick's mouth aggressively kissing him again. The muscular arms clamped under Alex' arse keeping him suspended until he felt the wet wall of the steam room against his back. He moaned from the incredible force pushing him up and down the wall as Nick resumed fucking him. Gliding up and down the wall in a relentless pace, biting at each other in sexual desire, kissing at his neck and Nick held a chunk of Alex's skin in his mouth before releasing and leaving a slight mark. Spinning around Nick stood in the middle of the steam room continuing to fuck Alex as their kissing went form aggressive to savage need, it was like Alex wanted Nick to fuck him as hard as he could, the animal in Alex was well and truly woken up. Matching his savageness the two of them were out of control, deep growls and moans filled the steam room as Alex was pummelled by Nick's large cock that retained and incredible hardness like an iron rod he been lodged in his arse. Again Alex found himself against the wall, lost in state of exoticness his body floated and relaxed, Nick picked up on the change and moved to a slower deep fucking rhythm allowing Alex to enjoy the moment. Alex leaned forward and kissed him so sensually and was quickly rewarded with the same tenderness from Nick, he could feel the power of Nick everywhere, in his fingers, in his cock, in his tongue. Alex had never experienced such a moment being assaulted all over, he was reaching a new height of sexual pleasure at the hands of his brothers protection officer. He was quickly learning that Nick had no off button when it came to sex as he carried Alex back to the middle of the steam room and resumed pounding him hard until Alex let out a deep growl throwing his head forward and kissing him again with a savage intensity. His response was to fuck harder keeping him suspended in the air whilst their tongues and mouths battled up top. Suddenly he felt the surge of power pulsing through the cock in his arse, Nick threw his head back and grunted thrusting his hips up harder firing his load multiple times deep inside Alex. His head fell forward on to Nicks shoulder panting heavily and drenched in sweat. They were finding it hard to keep hold of each other and slowly Nick walked over to the bench and lowered Alex on to his back. At the same time he now bore the full force of Nick's sexual capabilities. Struggling to keep quiet he desperately wanted to should profanities and insults at Nick to egg him on, but he never needed to. Nick grabbed his legs holding them apart then he moved closer until he couldn't get any more of his cock inside Alex, for the next twenty minutes he fucked Alex balls deep and full force, occasionally leaning down to kiss him and also checking he was okay, he worked on Alex grabbing his cock and masturbating the prince whilst fucking him. Alex ran his hand down the soaking wet muscular chest towering above him, all the time he was looking up in to his eyes that stared back down at him. Nick caught his breath then moaned indicating he was about to release his second load, quickly picking up the pace he slammed his cock in hard pushing Alex along the bench at the same time. He felt his cum firing out then the warm slick liquid began coating his hand as Alex reached a climax in tune with Nick. Alex was breathing heavily staring up in to the steam, Nick ran his fingers along Alex's body then rubbed his cum soaked finger over Alex's lips coating them. Nick leant forward and kissed him deeply both tasting Alex's cum, their arms wrapping around each other, Nick's hips still moving his hard cock inside Alex. Nick leaned up and slowly withdrew his cock, as the head popped out a river of cum flowed out from the prince's now gaping hole that was slowly realigning itself back to normal. He chuckled watching as the opening shrunk still oozing cum, he knelt down and licked the young hole and leaned over and kissed Alex so he could taste what his fucked arse tasted like. Alex giggled at the sensuality of his kiss, sighing he laid on the bench watching Nick picking up his towel cleaning the floor. Unsure if he would ever be able to walk again from taking such a hammering he still felt like his body was split in two halves, his arse ached to hell and was sore, in fact Alex couldn't determine what felt worse the arch or soreness. Nick smiled and kissed Alex "Anytime you want seeing to" he said sticking a finger in his hole. "Ouch!" Alex said giggling, "I guess that answers my question if you are gay?" he asked softly. Nick smirked "Doh!" he replied, "Yes, but I don't want everyone knowing" he said sitting down next to him. "Does Liam know?" Alex asked looking curiously at him. "Yes" Nick replied nodding, "Only he knows within the palace, well and you now". Alex smiled then raised himself up sitting across Nick's lap "Our little secret then" he said. Nick chuckled and kissed him, "So no boyfriend then?" Alex asked. "No, and no you can't" Nick said smirking. Alex grinned staring at him "Don't worry I couldn't handle taking you all the time". The both laughed then kissed for several minutes before leaving the steam room. Even walking back to his apartment Alex felt he was walking with bowed legs, the corridor of the palace was filled with Alex's laughter as he was trying to compose himself and failing miserably. He had no idea where this aggressive streak for sex had come from and certainly didn't want to see that side of him again, or did he? Right now he couldn't work out why his body and head just craved these sort of misadventures all the time. Was this what being gay was about? Seeking sex with any man who crossed his path? So many questions remained unanswered and burdened him. Francis was about the only person with whom he had opened up to about his urges and the answers he gave now appeared insufficient, he chuckled remembering that day on the lakes shore where they ended up giving each other a blow job. Alex finally reached his apartment and had a few hours before he needed to get ready for dinner at the Royal Institute. Artem walked in with Alex's suite for dinner "Here all pressed and ready" he said hanging it up. Alex stood whilst Artem dressed him "Are these fun?" Artem asked buttoning up the shirt. "Not fun as such, but alright" Alex replied watching him. Artem stopped "What is that on your neck?" he asked touching it with his finger. Alex shrugged then Artem giggled "Who gave you that?" he asked. Alex looked closely in the mirror "Oh shit" he said quietly then giggled. "Well?" Artem asked staring at him, "I get it you are not going to tell" he said. Artem walked over to the chest of draws and retrieved some concealer that he had stored for just this sort of eventuality after knowing about Alex's exploits. Alex looked at him with slight embarrassment realising that Artem really did know how to look after him. "Can not believe you have that stuff hidden here" Alex said. Artem smirked "Well after Madrid I realised it might come in handy one day". Artem stepped back "Jealous of you going out for all these fancy dinner dates" he said smiling. "Seriously?" Alex asked looking at him, "Trust me Artem it is not all it seems" he replied. There was a weird silence for a moment "I wish I had someone with me Artem" Alex now said. Artem put the jacket on as Liam appeared "Your highness" Liam said bowing his head. Alex turned and smiled "Thank you Artem" he said slipping in to his shoes. "Have fun both of you!" Artem said in a sarcastic joking tone to which Alex poked his tongue out. Artem watched them leave knowing the words Alex had just spoken revealed a truthfulness about how lonely he must really feel not having someone by his side and who got him. Thankfully it was a quick dinner with Alex as the guest of honour, he was interested in hearing about some the technology that was being developed and aske many numerous questions impressing the institute with his broad knowledge and understanding. The following morning Alex woke before Artem had even appeared with coffee and he walked over to the window looking out at the grey sky and the light flurries of snow drifting downwards. It was the first signs of winter definitely coming. "Morning your highness, your up!" Artem said walking in and handing the mug to Alex. Alex yawned "Yeah, morning Artem, thanks" he said sitting on the window seat. Artem looked at him then sat besides him "You okay?" he asked, "You can talk to me if you want". Alex smiled "I know and yes I am fine" he replied, "Are we sorted for London?" he asked. Artem nodded "Almost, the embassy are finalising arrangements and mentioned a gala". "Okay, thought that would happen" Alex replied, "Pack appropriately Artem!". Artem had no idea what he was on about and laughed stripping the bed to change the sheets. Alex threw on some casual clothes and went down to breakfast and knowing at that this time he would be the first to arrive. Stepping across from the staircase he saw Tom standing there in his livery and looking even more sexier than when he came across him at Greenacres without a t-shirt on. "Good morning Tom!" Alex said beaming seeing him finally on duty. Tom smiled broadly "Good morning your royal highness" he replied bowing his head. Alex stopped in front of him "So?" he asked, "How is it going?". Tom nodded "Brilliantly, love it!" he enthused, "Thank you" he said winking at Alex. Even in those few short weeks he now spoke with eloquence befitting his role. Alex wanted to talk Marty with him but the other footman was watching and listening so he kept it brief and walked in taking his seat. His parents arrived shortly after and then Alden joined them having caught up on sleep yesterday from his trip. The doors opened and the dowager queen came walking in waving her newspaper in the air. "So that royal lowlife has got engaged I see" Beatrice said laughing, "Good morning all". The king looked up at her "Mother really, which royal?" he asked. "That lowlife Prince Andreas" Beatrice replied, "Engaged to some minor royal from Albania". Discreetly all eyes went to Alex who carried on eating "So someone got suckered in" Alden said. "Yes looks like it. Suppose we will have to attend that wedding?" the queen asked looking around. Alex looked up "You have to be kidding right?" he asked with a shocked look on his face. "You do not need to attend Alex" his father said, "We will see I am not sure if we will go". After the initial shock Alex saw the funny side realising that Andreas really had scrapped the barrel. No doubt Andreas's father had forced him in to this after the episode at Greenacres and the disgrace of being banned from Monrovia. Although it was still not public knowledge, it would be known in royal circles but not the details unless someone talked. Still it was enough to disturb Alex and Alden took his brother out horse riding after breakfast. Despite the cold he was glad to spend some time with Alden talking in private. On their return to the stables Marty was walking back from the palace looking completely confused then smiled seeing Alex dismounting Danbury. "Your royal highnesses" Marty said approaching them and bowing. "Where have you been?" Alex asked curiously patting Danbury. Marty walked over and took Brandy "At the palace, they put me in weird clothing" he replied. Alden laughed patting Marty on the back "Welcome to royal life Marty" he said waiting for Alex. "Your highness" Marty said bowing to Alden, "They said something about an honour" he added. "I expect it will be to recognise how you helped Prince Alexander out" Alden said. Alex walked over to Marty handing him Danbury "I am going away in three days time" he said. Marty smiled "No worries I will look after Danbers" he said, "Enjoy your trip". Alex and Alden left Marty to take care of the horses and they walked back to the palace as the sun broke through the clouds giving a little respite from the overcast gloomy feel to the day. Alex received an email from the palace secretary that afternoon telling him that the ambassador in London was holding a formal royal dinner for himself, Artem and Liam. He rolled his eyes knowing it would mean full royal dress, on the other hand he was amused since it would mean Artem and Liam would have to step out for the first time in public in the royal tunics as well.

2012-05-23 I had not planned on spending more that 20 or thirty minutes here, I thought to myself. Get in, get the stuff (with a little bartering), and get out. Now I was staring up at the ceiling into the mirror that my host (and meth dealer) Gary had so wisely placed above the leather sling I now found myself fastened into. The leather hood I was wearing let me see, breathe and gave others access to my mouth. The black leather is supple, and I saw myself in the mirror, the rainbow studded leather collar, harness and matching jock on my 155 lb frame; I liked what I saw, how my legs and arms were spread and tied to the sling's chains - immobile and subject to whatever would happen. I thought back to what I had met Gary three months ago, and I don't know why I was surprised this was happening to me; in the first twenty minutes after meeting him, it was obvious that he was twisted (in the good kind of way). A friend of mine, Steve, introduced me to Gary because I was having so much trouble finding a reliable source for tina. We drove to Gary's house one Friday afternoon so Steve could vouch for me when we started dealing. The first sight I had of Gary was a memorable one. He came to his front screen door dressed in his harness and chaps. He swaggered a bit, looking oh so hot as his black leather chaps framed his thick, half erect cock as it was swinging back and forth. His cock was decorated nicely with a thick shiny silver cock ring and an impressively large PA. He met my eyes and we had one of those moments when you know you're going to end up fucking. Still, I tried to keep it business, allowing Steve to do all the talking. Gary invited us downstairs to his "office" to complete our business. The "office" was a large basement room with a padded floor, a leather sling a bed, - all made more inviting by the dim red track lights which covered the whole room. He sat at a table, arranging things for the deal. I told him what I wanted and he weighed it out for me, bagged it, and then asked me if I was a cop. I laughed, and said "Hell no." He smiled at me, then said "A cop wouldn't suck my cock would he?" "No I guess, not" I laughed. He remained serious and said "Want to convince me?" Gary was sitting on a chair stoking his hardening prong as he spoke to me. I didn't know if he was really was serious or not, but I figured what the hell, and knelt between his legs and took his big tool in my mouth. The PA was clicking a little on my teeth, but I kept going. Gary was encouraging me and Steve just watched. Gary whispered in my ear that he'd give me some bonus product if I finished him off, and I eagerly agreed, and began to worship his beautiful tool, which now stood full mast at 8" long and slightly less thick than a beer can. I wasn't going anywhere. Eventually I finished him off, got the product from him and Steve and I left that day as I was the attraction at a gang bang at a local hotel (another story). A week later, I called up Gary and told him I'd like to stop by, but I'd be alone this time. He said "Sure, I'll see you when you get here." I arrived at his place 30 minutes later, and he came to the door looking much the same as last time, which made me hot for him to use that big cock of his on me again. We went down to the office again, and proceeded with the deal. Once Gary had it all weighed out, he started to hand it to me, but stopped short. "How'd you like to prove you're not a cop again?" "Absolutely" I said, kneeling down and engulfing him as he chuckled "Fucking tina whore." That turned me on incredibly - being a tweaking bottom slut with my dealer's big 8" cock in my mouth. I heard the sound of a torch being lit, and he nudged my cheek to give me a hit off his bong. Just the first thick hit of tina smoke was enough to put me at his mercy, but we kept smoking and recycling the hits to each other until we were flying pretty high. He offered me a glass of punch, saying "Drink this, it's G. You'll like it." I eagerly did whatever he told me to, drinking the G down quickly and then going back to work on his cock. His wonderfully thick dick responded quickly and he was hard as a rock in no time - no tina dick for Gary. "You like to get fucked, isn't right Jim?" he asked. "Fuck yes" I said. "I'd love it if you fucked me - I've been thinking about that for a week now." He ordered me on the bed, all fours style, and after lubing my hole with some elbow grease, slid that marvelous tool into my ass-pussy to the hilt in one motion. "Fuck yeah!" we both erupted at once. We fucked for at least an hour and a half, with Gary depositing two loads in my ass before I steadied myself to leave. "There's a little extra in the bag" he said. "See you next week, I suppose." "Great" I answered and with a little wobbliness, walked to my car. The deals with Gary had been going according to that general theme for these last three months. It even developed into a little role playing scene, like I was giving him sex for meth. I was paying, of course, but the scene of him using me as a cum dump as a payment for meth turned us both on immensely. The sex was always white hot - in our little scene he saw that I liked being called degrading names and made to feel that I was completely his to use as he wanted. He so naturally assumed the Dominant role and I the submissive one, that I truly wouldn't call it role playing. It was the first three months of one of the hottest affairs I've ever had. So here I am today, looking up at leathered and bound self, unable to get out of the sling, close my legs or keep anything from entering my mouth. I was a little uneasy, this kind of thing being new to me, but horny beyond description, my ass was tingling from the little bit of tina we'd smoked, and I wanted Gary to fill it as soon as possible. But Gary had left the room after tying me into the sling, he put a poppers soaked cotton ball in the little pouch of the hood as well; my head was swimming and I began to realize Gary had been gone nearly half an hour. I chuckled a little - why was I surprised at being on the altar here in this scarlet tinted dungeon shrine to gay piggish sex? A total slut, tied spread eagle in a sling, unable to move or even scratch my balls, smelling nothing but the amyl, and hearing nothing but fuck-me fuck-me fuck-me techno music in the room. It was all making me hornier by the second! Hell, I realized I wasn't surprised at where I was at all, but realized I loved being here - here, like this - it's just what I am. I am, and always have been a submissive bottom for tops to use and subjugate. I took my first cock at a very young age, and loved it. I just naturally love it when men use me. I love to party, take cocks bareback, get fisted, drink cum and piss and of course, am HIV+ - your typical pussy white bottom. So I was eager when I heard footsteps on the stairs finally, and I began to get excited, thinking about nothing but how I was going to give my hole and mouth completely to worship Gary's big cock. I detected more than one set of footsteps coming down the stairs. Since I had no view of the stairs, I had to wait until whoever they were came around to the foot of the sling to see them. Gary stood, his ringed and PA'ed cock protruding from his crotch, the look of it teasing my itchy hole by its absence. Two men had arrived with him. One was black and was older, maybe late forties, a big thick cock like Gary's (no PA), and moderately hairy, but naked except for his black boots red and black leather bands around his biceps, pierced nipples and lots of tats, 6'4" 230, shaved head, goatee with braids, (with an huge earring that made me think of Mr Clean); his dark brown eyes were piercing directly into mine - he smiled the smile of a conqueror. Gary later addressed him as Stick, and further identified him as his supplier from Dallas. I licked my lips as I stared back. The other man was Black-Mexican, late 30's or early 40's, 6'4, maybe 200 lbs, wearing nothing but a pair of sunglasses a baseball cap and a leather harness around his incredible cock (thicker than Gary's - later I'd find out it was 10" with an 8" circumference). Gary spoke first saying "This is my cunt", clearly referring to me. "He thinks he likes to get high on tina and have his sloppy slut hole and mouth used. You'll enjoy him, but first we need to teach him how to really do tina. Here cunt, drink this" handing me the usual G-laced cola. I drank it down without hesitation. With that, Mr Clean produced several orange tipped syringes full of fluid. He was an intimidating looking man, but he softened his expression and assured me as he began to swab my arm - he had a smooth voice, saying "Just stay still. You'll feel a coughing sensation, it's normal, you'll love it - wait for the ride, ok cunt?" "Yes sir," I answered. With a firm grip he steadied my right arm, fixed a tourniquet on it and uncovered the needle. He was confident and smooth, hitting a vein and drawing blood back into the syringe with one motion, then pushing the liquid into my bloodstream steadily until the rig was empty, and just as quickly slapped a bandaid over the spot as he withdrew the needle. It was my first slam ever. I can't find the words to describe what I felt like that first time; after the cough, my ears began ringing and a rush of pleasure and what I can only say is the emotional state of extreme horniness overwhelmed me; I couldn't focus my eyes, my asshole actually started to burn intensely - not with pain, but pure lust. All I wanted was cock - in my mouth, in my pussy, and over and over again. I guess the Mex-Black guy (his name was Pedro) and Gary slammed at the same time I did; as soon as Stick was finished he slammed himself. I was awash in such an intense wave of carnal desire, so willing to give myself for the pleasure of these men that I could not imagine what I would not do to please them, or to satisfy what was now a raging overpowering piggyness. I began chanting "Fuck me, please sir fuck me" over and over again. Gary stuck his cock into my mouth from above, oozing more pre-cum than I've ever seen someone put out. I greedily took his cock in my mouth, but he pushed in all the way down my throat, smiling evilly at me as he said "You're going to be my good little junkie cunt and satisfy my friends, right?" "MMMHHHMMM" was all I could utter. Gary took his cock out so I could breathe - I gagged a little but begged for more. I was flying and my hole was hungry to get fucked. Stick stood rubbing his cock on my hole's opening, jamming wads of lube up my chute and smearing lube all over my hole and butt. He said nothing to me, just looked me in the eye as he slammed his big cock into my pussy ass. Oh God, it felt so good, his thick hard cock, hot inside me and sawing in and out of my bottom faster and faster. He paused a few times, but said nothing to me. I was still swallowing Gary's cock. He held his cock in me for a few seconds then pulled it out, leaving my hole open. I began to moan and wiggle by ass in an attempt to beg for him to put it back in again. Instead, Pedro with his 10x8 monster moved in and began to fuck me silly. He got very verbal, especially about my being a shameless junkie puta for black cock and little fag who was a cum dump for real men. He slapped my ass several times, ordering me to show him how much I love his big black prick as he held still and I slid my pussy up and down his pole as the sling's pendulum motion impaled me on his beautiful cock over and over. Gary and Pedro skewered me for sometime - I have no idea how long - until Gary began to quicken his pace and shot the first load of the evening onto my belly, some of which Pedro raked immediately into my cunt. Gary fed me the rest, and kept fucking my mouth as I sucked his cock clean and swallowed his cum. "Yeah," Pedro taunted me - "fucking cum drinking pussy. You little bitch, you want some more? I'm breeding you right.....now!" And Pedro pounded my ass with violent, quick and full strokes of his 10" of manhood, shooting all of his huge load inside me, continuing to thrust as his jizz made my sloppy ass squish with every stroke. As Pedro pulled out, he moved to my mouth and had me clean his cock as Stick took his place in my ass with his big cock. He was harder than Pedro and fucked slower, using full measured thrusts as he gazed into my eyes. "You like what's happening to you, cunt?" I moaned in affirmation. Stick continued saying "Yeah, I love fucking a real true bottom like you. You love getting fucked don't you." "MMMHHHMMM," I moaned again. Once Pedro's cock was clean, he and Gary smoked a joint as Stick took his time with my ass. "Your hole feels so wide open and ready for stretching. Gary said you'd be a complete pig for getting your ass opened up. I like fucking pussies like you. It turns me on to own a pussy like you and see you take cock like a bitch. Everyone thinks you're a man but you're really a horny little fag who loves to get his ass fucked and be a real man's little bitch." I stared at him hungrily. His dirty, humiliating talk was making me into more and more of the bitch he was calling me. "I get off using a shameless junkie bottom pig like you. You don't care what we do as long as we fuck you right, cunt" he slammed his big cock in my hole. I thrusted back, moaning, "Yes, Sir, I'm your cunt." "You have a nice cunt, so hungry." Stick whispered. "Gary says you whore to get tina, is that right?" he asked. "I like playing like I do," I answered, "it's hot to imagine begging my dealer to put my cunt for sale so I can get high." "I'll bet you would whore for tina if you had the chance, cunt like you would do anything to get a cock in his pussy, right?" "Yes Sir, I suppose so, I've always thought that it is hot to get paid when a guy fucks me." "So you have been paid by guys who fucked you? That's so fucking raunchy, cunt, and I love it! You're really just a cheap fucking whore, aren't you?" "Yes, Sir. I was filled with cock and being told what a whore I was." "Awesome! You cunt, I'm going to show you what a real fucking is. You ready to whore for me tonight for real?" "Fuck yeah" I said, grinding my cunt on his cock. "I have two guys who are going to pay $20 to fuck your mouth and pussy - they think you're neg and that you are getting pozzed this weekend. I think there will be at least five more tonight too. I keep all the money and pay you in tina. What do you say to that?" "I don't think I've ever been so hot to get fucked in my whole life, Sir." "OK, cool cunt, now shut the fuck up for the rest of the evening - I mean it. You're just my hole to pimp out." I nodded. Stick fucked me hard and fast, and gave me his load, filling my hole as he looked down on me with a nasty smile. His cock stayed hard and I was gyrating on it as Gary and Pedro came over after finishing their joint. They asked Stick if he told me about his plan to pimp me out. "Look at the way he's pumping on my dick, he's so hot and ready to be my cheap little whore" Stick said. Gary untied me from the sling and allowed me to get on the bed. Pedro had sat down and I mounted his cock facing away from him, taking Stick's cock into my mouth. Pedro took my legs and spread them, and Gary slipped his fat cock into my cunt next to Pedro's. As Stick fed my mouth with his cock, there was the sound of a doorbell. Gary bellowed, "Come on in, down in the basement." Soon two tall lanky twenty-something guys witnessed the three of them stuffing me with cock. "Look at that whore we're going to fuck, looks like he loves cock" one said, and they both began to strip. "Who's Stick? It was Twenty for both of us, right?" someone asked, to which Stick replied "I'm Stick, and yes, it's $20 for each of you. Okay guys, let's let these two studs have the cunt, since they're paying for it" whereupon Gary and Pedro disengaged themselves from the mattress. "He wants both our poz loads, right?" one of the new guys asked. "Yeah, fuck yeah, the cunt's yours to use. Breed his cunt all you want" said Stick. I was moaning in anticipation. The darker of the two young guys took his shorts off, letting his nice thick dick go free. I immediately sucked it into my mouth. I was on all fours on the bed, and the other kid started rubbing my hole with lube. "How many loads so far, fag?" "Three" Stick answered for me. "Cunt doesn't use his mouth for talking." The guy at my pussy shoved his bare cock into me as he slapped my ass. "You like my hard cock, you pussy ass faggot?" I clenched my hole around his cock as I took the other kid's cock down my throat held it there and gently bobbed on it. We fucked like that for 20 or 30 minutes, as Gary, Stick and Pedro just watched, occasionally commenting on what a good little prostitute I was - God, I was in heaven. Soon, the guy in my ass nutted loudly taunting me to take his buggy jizz and triumphantly announcing to me that he was converting my sorry ass. He pulled out and switched with the other kid, and soon, he also sprayed a load in my cunt as I cleaned his buddy's cock with my mouth. He slowly pulled out and spread my pussy open to get a look at my loaded ass. "You're going tot get bred a lot more before you're through, cunt. How does it feel to be a cheap ten dollar whore?" I responded by enthusiastically cleaning his cock off. "Fucking fag - you're a hot little cunt, crazy for cock and cum, huh?" I smiled. After the two kids left, Stick came over to me. "It will be about 90 minutes before the next guests arrive. I noticed you don't have any ink. I think you should get a whore tag above your cunt. You can talk, cunt." "I've thought about it, Sir. Seems hot" I answered. "I have my rig in the car, I won't make you, but I think you'd look fucking hot with a nice little whore tag over your cunt" he took me by surprise with that. In a moment I made the decision. "I would love for you to give me a whore tag, Sir." I didn't believe I was saying yes. Stick retrieved his tattoo rig and set up, as I was sucking Pedro again. He showed me a pattern for a red bio-hazard sign over a red and black pinstripe. "Perfect," I agreed. Stick knew what he was doing, and it took about an hour. It was somewhat painful. After he finished, he took a pic of for me. It was like the pattern, eight inches wide and three inches tall, centered over my butt crack. God, I thought it looks hot, right above my cunt, giving the tops something to read as they fucked me. I noticed a detail Stick had added: in the loops of the pinstripe he inserted the letters, Slut Pig, but you had to look close to notice them. He put some ointment on it, as I sucked on Pedro again. I could hear him dialing his phone. "Ok, cunt. Let's get you ready for this group. There are five guys coming over to breed you." Stick tied me up on all fours on the bed. I could move my arms a bit and I could see who would be fucking me in the mirror in front of me. "I'm going to video this and get it on ICU, cool Stick?" Gary said"Hell yeah," Stick said. Ten minutes later six not five guys came down the stairs: five white, one black. Gary escorted them over to Stick, who took their $20 bills as they eyed my upturned cunt, ready to be used. The black guy introduced himself as Darnell. He was 6' 200 and has as thick a cock as I have ever seen. He was first up, but came over to my head, and fed me his cock. "Yeah, take my dick you slut" he ordered me. I was able to take him all, and sucked him for all I was worth, as one of the white guys began unceremoniously fucking my ass with quick violent thrusts. He came quickly, and started watching me suck Darnell. I think he got off more on insulting me for being such whore, than fucking me. Another white man's cock replaced him, bigger this time. He blew quickly too. Three more of the nice looking white guys followed, all loading my cunt with their poz cum. Darnell finally started to fuck me, saying he wasn't gay and not poz, but loved fucking white ass faggots. "You suck dick like a real pro, cunt," he taunted me. "A hell of a lot better than my girlfriend." He was close, as he continued to racially degrade me and ram my ass with his big tool. He'd stop, and make me clench and beg for his cock as I wriggled my ass around his massive log. As he bred me, he bent down and whispered in my ear "I would like to know who you are, man. I'd like to get a lot more of this. Here's my cell number, shoving a paper in my mouth, I'm Darnell, see you later faggot." The six guys left as quickly as they came, and I was left there, all tied-up. Gary came over and put a huge plug in my ass, and untied me. "Ready for another slam, cunt? I think you've earned it." I nodded and started sucking his cock. "Okay, get in the sling, and put your legs up." I complied, whereupon Pedro unceremoniously began shoving wads of crisco into my cunt. I could tell he was going to fist me by how his hands moved, and I huffed on the poppers three or four times, very deeply. He easily plunged his forearm into me half way to his elbow. "Okay, Stick, hit the cunt now" he said, as he slowly twisted his arm in my pussy. Stick found my vein again, and pushed what was .4 gram of meth into my arm. "You'll suck anything after this, won't you?" He leered pervertedly at me as the rush hit me. It was overwhelming, and a little scary, but it evened out quickly. There was nothing in my head except how I could get fucked and used by these three hot twisted Dominant fuckers. I reached down and pulled apart my ass cheeks for Pedro, and he slowly slid his arm to the elbow. "Fucking hot little twisted tweaker you are, cunt. You are a sight to see! Look at what a nasty fucking fag you are - higher that a kite on meth, eleven loads in your cunt, and a big black arm shoved up your pussy hole to the elbow. You really are a total fag aren't you? Ever thought you'd be this much of a shameless slut? God, look at you! Were you ever a man, you little cunt?" The taunting was driving me nuts for more. Stick knew just what to say to push me further. He rudely pinched my tit as he shoved his considerable cock into my mouth and down my throat. I took all I could of his cock and looked up into the mirror, what a fucking sight! Pedro into his elbow and Stick down my throat. Gary had gone upstairs and walked down two blocks to the leather bar - that's what Stick said. Stick got a text from him, and he told me Gary was coming down the stairs soon with three young thuggy looking black guys he met outside the bar. They were selling crack outside the bar, and he told them about this cunt he was using at his place and that I whored for chems, so they eagerly came along. As they arrived downstairs, I thought they looked really sleazy. They stripped naked and stood watching Pedro as he kept fisting my ass to the elbow. They started doing some crack as they watched, offering some to me. I declined, saying "No thanks, man. I'm a tina bitch." From their faces, I know they had never seen anything like what Pedro was doing. One of them, (the thinnest) asked if he could try fisting me too. Pedro slowly pulled out and showed them how - lubing them up as he did. Stick turned on the ICU cam and the first of the black thugs shoved thin his arm into me all the way to the elbow. Pedro said that he should try a second hand, but the thug hesitated. Pedro guided him as to how to insert his second hand. Still he hesitated, but Pedro reassured him "It'll be hot, man. This cunt wants it and can take it, believe me! Just look at how he's moving his ass around - he's totally rutting his sluthole on your arm aching to get more of you into his hole." He slowly slipped his second hand in next to his arm, following Pedro's advice as he was turning and twisting his arms in me slowly. He reached a place of resistance and I huffed on poppers four or five times. I exhaled and he finally broke through with both hands into me. I screamed and pumped my ass more, and he slowly advanced into my bowels, finally getting three quarters of both forearms into me, as Pedro poured on the j-lube. He stayed inside me deep like that for 10 or 15 minutes. Stick moved the cam to catch it all, and Gary fed me poppers and his dick as the thug boy filled my cunt with his slender forearms. The thug stud looked down at his cock, and said he was oozing cum and needed to fuck my ass. Pedro helped him as he slid his arms out of my sloppy, gaping hole. The young stud stood and rammed his meat into me and piston fucked me, taking only forty or fifty strokes to dump his wad in my loose pussy. As he was fucking me, I took one of his thug buddies in my mouth as he hit his crack pipe. The third thug was tweaking my tits and sharing the pipe with his friend, ready to replace the first young stud after he came in my ass. This third kid had a big cock, somewhat like Pedro's. He thrusted his rock hard monster cock easily into me. "God damn, this cunt is so fucking used and sloppy - he's fucking worthless!" he sneered. With that I clenched my sphincter on his thick black cock, almost pulling him into me as I did. "Oh damn," he said, "fuck yeah, bitch, you is a for real whore for black cock, huh bitch?" He fucked me rapidly and rhythmically for 20 or 30 minutes. His buddy took a black magic marker he saw nearby and scrawled "Black Cock Fag" on my stomach. As he wrote, the thug fucking me began to slap my ass. Stick came over and began to speak sternly to me. "Look at that cock in your cunt! Tell me what you are, you whore." I was breathless as I was getting vigorously fucked by hot hung thug boy. I didn't know what to say. Stick slapped my ass hard and said to me, "Say that you're a toxic whore and sleazy white slut for black cock." I said "I'm a sleazy-poz-whore-white-faggot-slut-for-black-cock, Sir." Tell everyone how you let anyone dump his cum in your cunt just so you can ride a needle full of tina." I said, "Yes, Sir. That's right. I'm nothing but a shameless tina whore. I love to suck cock, get fucked and have my cunt loaded up just so I can ride a needle full of tina." Stick grabbed my face and commanded me "Okay cunt, tell us all you're a cheap whore for your meth dealer who pimps you out for ten bucks a fuck." I replied verbatim. "Louder" he barked as he slapped my ass good and hard. I shouted, "My meth dealer whores me out for ten bucks a fuck. And he keeps the money." "And you love it, too, don't you? cunt" Gary asked as he twisted and pinched my tits. The thugs loaded my cunt good before they left, saying they had to get back to making cash. All three paid Stick $20 on the way out. Stick loomed over me and showed me the $200 or so that I had earned for him that night. Stick and Gary fucked me one more time, two last loads to make sweet sixteen for the night.

Hey guys let me set the stage with this first chapter. ‐------------------------------------------------------' My first time was with a 65 year old fit silver fox. He was in the lobby of the hotel my folks and I were checking into for my cousin's wedding. It was as if his deep warm brown eyes could see right through me. His dimples and smile were intoxicating. I knew I had been cruised before; but, never this blatantly, and never with my folks at my side. We checked into our room and I couldn't get the image of this older sexy man out of my mind. I made an excuse to step out for some fresh air. Luckily he was still sitting alone when I got to the lobby. When I saw him smile in my direction I only hesitated a moment before making my way to the chair beside him. He wasted no time; "You are the sexiest young otter I've seen in a long time. Please come to my room and have a drink with me. " I grinned and responded; "Is it just a drink you are after?" "Oh that's definitely only a start. " I followed him into an elevator and was relieved to see we were going to a different floor than my parents room. He went directly to his bar fridge and asked if I wanted beer, wine or something stronger. I opted for stronger and two scotch on the rocks were prepared. He joined me on the couch, we each had our first sip and he leaned in to give me a sloppy passionate kiss. His tongue was in my mouth and I noticed the scotch delivered from his mouth was very enjoyable. We gulped large mouthfuls and sloshed them from mouth to mouth 'til he took both glasses placing them on the coffee table. Starting to unbutton my shirt he said; "Fuck kid, I'm already drunk on you. " "Yeah? Then fuck me daddy. " 'was that my outside voice ' rattled in my brain. We were naked in no time and his bearded jaw sucked in my erect seven inches. His right hand fingers went directly to my virgin hole. His left hand went to my mouth. Fingers soon slipped between my lips and were forced down my throat. They were quickly covered in saliva, removed and worked into my tight hole. 'Holy fuck this is moving fast. ' I thought. "Tight ass kid. How many cocks have been in there?" "None sir. " "Fuckin A ! You really a virgin?" "Yup. Never even sucked a cock. " "Wow! Well that can wait 'til I've popped your cherry. " "Holy fuck ... really?" By now he had me on my back, ankles at my shoulders; and, he was eating my virgin ass. My head was spinning from the scotch and unbelievable pleasure he was giving my hole. Soon he moved up my body and his thick naked cock was pushing against my hole. I swallowed a deep breath and he popped inside. I involuntarily pushed my ass further onto his thick eight inches before the reality of this situation sank in. I pulled off his hard on and begged; "Condom, please!: "You sure kid? Don't you want your first time to be special?" "Fuck man, this is special. Please. " He scurried to the bathroom and had the rubber out of it's plastic case on his return trip. I helped him sheath up his raging eight inches. He was soon back in my ass and even I could tell he wasn't as hard as he had been. "Fuckin condoms ... erection killers." I needed to make a quick decision. My ass was committed and not going to be satisfied with the direction this was going. I pushed him off me and ripped off the condom. Quickly moving I had his cock in my mouth, fowl condom taste and all. He quickly began to harden. "Nice boy. You're a natural. " I emptied my mouth and responded; "I need it in my ass again. Just promise you won't cum. " "I can't promise any such thing; but, I'll do my best." I moved to my back, feet in the air and his raw cock was inside me again. In no time he was balls deep and I was gasping for breath. Slowly he started moving in and out begging with his deep brown eyes; "You okay kid?" With a few more deep breaths the intense pain subsided and became more pleasurable than anything I had ever experienced. "Yes daddy, I'm fine. Fuckin fuck my hole man. You've picked my cherry!" With that he started to pick up speed and for the next ten minutes he pounded my ass silly. As his breath began to get ragged he grunted; "Almost got your virgin cherry ... ready for my load?" "NO! Don't cum ... not yet! Fuck me a little longer. I love your raw cock!" "Ooooh! Fuuuuuuccck ... too late ... breeding your ass boy! Fuuuuuuccck! Yeeaaahhh!" With each pulse shooting inside my no longer virgin ass I spewed glob after glob of my young cum between our bodies. With a few minutes to catch my breath I stammered; "Fuck daddy, why did you breed me?" "Couldn't help it kid. Besides you know you wanted the full meal deal. " "Fuck yeah, it felt so God damn good. But, NO! I asked you to promise. " "And I told you I couldn't. Planting my load was part of claiming your cherry kid. " "Fuck! Please tell me you are at least clean. " "Don't ever ask that again kid! So rude! I'm a don't ask and don't tell kind of guy. Hell, I'm probably poz with all the loads I've taken; but, I don't know and I don't care." "Fuck man! Fuck you! How dare you put me at such risk. " "I may have helped; but, you put yourself at risk kid." That's when I realized he was still inside me and starting to harden again. "Fuck you man! You want to breed me again don't you?" With an impish grin and his hand on my rock hard cock he responded; "Of course! and by all indications you want it to. " This fuck lasted an hour before he blasted his second unknown viral status load inside my gut walls. The next hole to be filled with raw cock and my youthful cum was his. It was 4 AM before I snuck back to my parents room. By then I had 5 of his suspect loads deep inside. Needless to say I was totally spent, exhausted and most of all, terrified!

A wooden paddle slammed against my buttocks. Again, Sir said. The force of the paddle was excruciating. I was suspended in the sling, tied to all kinds of knots wearing a mask that only revealed my eyes and mouth. The mesh covering my nostrils made it difficult for the poppers to work effectively. Sir was now spanking me with different sizes of paddles. Floggers were also tested on my body, with my pain threshold being observed from the screams I let out. The sound from the whip sliced the air and landed on my torso, making me jolt in every direction, begging Sir to continue. "If this is what daddy wants, then don't stop please." "Good boy, good boy." Sir was now brushing my chest with the whip....giving a final strike before placing his palms on my shoulder. I could then feel Sir's hands slowly slide to my thighs and then legs, probing again my hole... This felt familiar and Sir began telling me that he's going to break me slowly as he hasn't fisted me yet.. "Let's start again with the toys, shall we? No. 4 is it?" Unlike the earlier session, Sir did not warn me of his intrusion. The mighty dildo was immediately shoved into me, making me spasm in trying to lock my legs, rendering it futile as the 4th toy was stroking in and out of me. Sharp pain in the beginning slowly turned to blissful. In and out again, loosening my hole once more. I never realized how tight I was as it took myself another time to adjust my hole to the tools Sir was introducing to. The sharpness and the enlargement of my insides were felt again, as if the first time. The pause we had probably resealed my gut. I didn't mind as Sir slowly fed me some smoke when he came up to kiss me, telling me how good I was doing. "You're not even close to what I have in store for you. I'm still loosening you up, Bryan." He was right. For the past 10 hours, it was my hole that was being worked on with numerous scars and cuts being inflicted upon me. Sir's fist wasn't even in me yet and at this point, I was still not sated. It felt as if every time pain was inflicted on me, as Sir increased his intensity and right before the plateau, Sir relieves me with indescribable pleasure. I would be deprived of the T and then fed at intervals to put me on the edge. By 11 PM, my confidence in Sir rekindled as I now saw Sir dipping his right hand into a jar. With his left hand, he garnished his marbled hand with some T dust and held my neck in a light choke hold while slowly penetrating the fist into me. Pure bliss was what I felt. Finally. Sir's fist in me while I was experiencing peak T. The burn from the shards made my hole engulf Sir's fist even more, making Sir smirk as he felt my hole contracting around his hands, kneading my inner with care. "Esti, your have one of the tightest ass I've seen." Sir giggled and pushed deeper into me and I never felt fuller. He continuously rammed his arm in and out of me while taking the T hits, shotgunning me in between. "You can never get enough of this, slut, I promise you won't. We're not even done with Day 1 yet, and I can't wait for you to meet the rest of my pals that will become your new family." Moaning was my new language and I was only capable of nodding and agreeing to whatever Sir said. I ask if Sir and his friends will take care of me properly. "Yes, boy, don't you worry. We share our resources and always make sure that no one's left out. I can't wait for you to meet Daniel, that boy who got his brains fucked out. He'll teach you how to embrace your inner slut." I then ask if Sir is proud of me and his boys. "Always, boy, always. The first sight of a boy daddy likes, daddy knows he's going to make me proud. And you, Bryan, son, you might be in the hall of fame given how much we've progressed." Sir's arm was still going in and out of me, this time at a slower pace, ensuring that I feel every movement that Sir could give. "Now, boy, I got to take a piss now so let me insert something in you" Sir then started to piss in me through the tunnel and I began to feel my a heightened sense of rush, absorbing a new wave of T that was now metabolizing in a different way. I truly wished that I could never let the sensation fade away. Sir has truly opened my horizons and is slowly changing me into the true homosexual deviant that I am, ready to serve and obey men like Sir. Slowly I felt full from the piss that Sir gave me and I was also fortunate to see Sir's smile as he finished relieving himself, rubbing my face with his palm and pecking me, telling me what a good boy I am. He then instructed me to hold it in as he untied the ropes and knots that I had been attached to for the past 4 hours. With every knot being released, I tried to maintain my stillness to avoid any leak from my hole but the tunnel was tricky. Sir stared at it and pulled it without giving a second thought, replacing it with a steel butt plug instead, allowing a few seconds of his piss to leak out of me. "It's not your fault boy, just my own little adjustment. Hold it in now." I nodded and let myself seat on the couch that was now covered in vinyl to make cleaning easier. I continued to watch the TV above the fireplace as Sir told me that it's time for me to recover before the other members arrive. I couldn't contain my excitement so I tried to quickly skip through the videos that Sir made to know who's who. Most of these men were younger than 30, probably still in school or are professionals. Majority were submissive bottoms and only 2 were verses out of the total 7 guys that had became brothers. I wonder, how did Sir started this group..? "May I ask something, daddy?" "Bien sûr, fiston." "How did this start? It doesn't have to be a long explanation but maybe a resume?" "Hmm I prefer we do make the most out of recovery time by not interacting but I will give you a brief recollection of events that lead to the purpose of The Chalet. I will say this once and I will not entertain any additional question. You see my fiston, the first boy that carried my strain was a young man around your age, Mark, who grew up in Quebec City and barely had any experience with the kinks I have. We met at a bar, when these online crap didn't exist yet and formed a father and son like relationship. I was 35, he was 24. He was in his final year of university and decided that he wanted to finally lose his virginity. Up until then, I acted as a mentor to Mark, advising him on who to date and what to do. It came to a surprise to me that even though Mark had cruised and did some hanky panky with some guys during his jeunesse, he had never had a cock in his ass. He begged me to do it because he trusted me but I told him I only do bare and he was well aware of my status. I protested at the first few times he suggested, even if he didn't mind it bare because I couldn't sentence him to what I have. PreP was not accessible at all during that time. Now, Mark knew of my partying habits and he only did poppers but Mark knew that if he wants something, he has to earn it through means that might go against his own principles. One Friday night, as I got home, I walked up to the main door unlocked. I slowly glided through the house and there was a trail of candles leading to my bedroom. As I entered, acid techno that reminded me of my Berlin days were being played and on my bed, I see Mark, blindfolded, in a leather jockstrap with leatherboots, displaying his ass that had a plug in it. On his right hand, a tube that was connected to a glass pipe of T. Mark really was committed. I could have stopped myself and told Mark to get off from my bed but the sheer exhaustion from work on that particular day made me unbutton my shirt and my pants. I layered his blindfold with my tie to ensure that there was total darkness. I slowly massaged and knead his body, touching it for the first time. How pure it felt. I then placed my mouth on his as he finished a hit, inhaling it and I broke the silence... Why do you want this Mark? "Because you're my daddy, Jérome. And you're going to give me your strain to ensure that we've something to cherish. Breed me and let me be positive with your DNA in me. You have treated me like a son and I think it's best that we make sure that a legacy is kept. Please, Jérome." I could tell he was tweaking hard. How did he manage to even score T? It was exceptionally good, dare I say better than my usual stash. I hesitated now as I know that technically, it's what Mark wanted but is it right for me to change his life for good? If he is willing then nothing wrong was done, I thought. "So you like T now huh? How long have you been smoking?" "Since this morning. Setting myself up on your bed was something spontaneous. You did tell me where the spare keys were. Come on, Jérome. It's time. Don't you want to breed a virgin with your load? Pure biology, Jérome." I forgot to mention that Mark's major was in biochemistry, which now explains his fascination and nonchalant attitude to HIV. It was all analytical to him. Most things were. It's one of the reasons why I truly love Mark and why we have this bond. I was still standing in front of Mark's beautiful bubble butt ass, caressing it with my fingers, hearing him prrr and inhaling the pipe. I smoked more and began innovate on what Mark had said earlier. "Let's start a family, boy." I started to spit onto his ass crack and finger it, circling and inserting my fingers "What do you mean, daddy?" Mark released a gasp as I started to push and pull 3 fingers into him. "A brotherhood, you might say. Men of your kind, carrying my seed and strain. To have a legacy guarded by fine men that we select. You know how potent my seed is" "Yes, daddy. I agree. And these members, what will their purpose be?" "The mission that they are obligated to do as a member of the brotherhood is to scout for potential carriers. Men who fit a certain criteria. Like you, Mark, smart, young, and gorgeous body. So pure yet you're going to be carrying something so dangerous that the polarity of it all only makes others question themselves more, killing the stigma that this virus has on us." "So we're going to really start a family, daddy? And you're going to breed me with your seed? No turning back?" This is when I learnt to often say "No turning back", from Mark. Because with him, there really was no turning back. My confidence is partly shaped by his constant reassurance. He made me feel as if I was a figure to look up to. And at that point, I realized that a part of me will now be embedded into future men and brothers, mutating the strain I have as Mark explained, while increasing its potency. The fact that I did not have any signs of shedding or symptoms showed how stealthy my load was. These men will know their purpose and embrace their inner desire. Pure lust is the objective I find in the brotherhood I've created. For the past 15 years, I have to admit that I am quite proud of the brotherhood Mark and I created. 12 men and counting. Bryan, you're Lucky No. 13. Anyway, the moment Mark asked that there's no turning back, bare naked I was, and with one single stroke that made my shaft harden, I plunged into Mark's hole, deflowering him with not a drop of lube. Only the sweat that our skin produced, which was sufficient given how soaked we were from smoking the T. Moans of pleasure came out of Mark. I have never heard him sound this satiated. It was pure animal instinct at this point. His ass gyrated on my shaft smoothly, and I started to throw in some shards of T to enhance our fuck. Mark was now in overdrive as I could tell his eyes were now wider than before. I flipped him over and took of his blindfold to appreciate his beauty, pecking him in between, telling him how it's going to be okay. "I'm so lucky that you're my first fuck, Jérome." Mark let out. He was repeating how grateful he was to have a daddy like me and that I was fulfilling every desires he had. "No regrets in smoking the T, daddy. Look what you've earned. A willing virgin with a tight ass who was always right infront of you. And now he's all yours, free for you to load as much as you want" Mark was now very erotic with his words, making me develop a deeper sort of feeling I previously had for him. I think at this point, when I was ready to climax, did our bond was fully established. "Mark, I didn't expect this to happen and I know everything's going to be okay. I want you to know that I'm going to take care of you, son. When you convert and carry my load, I'll be there every step of the way and this family we're going to build, it's going to happen. Okay, boy?" "Okay, daddy, don't stop fucking I can feel your precum in me now. Come in me please, breed my virgin hole" I looked over and saw that my dick was now covered in a gush of blood and precum. It's inevitable that Mark will convert tonight. Mark's arm was now locked onto my back, holding my shoulder as I was now fucking him missionary, locking eyes and never losing any focus. His twink body suited my frame, ergonomically speaking as there was little fatigue from the both of us. At that moment, we were fully soaked in our sweat and the high barely diminished. Even with the amount of T I was on, I could feel my climax building. Thinking of Mark, his words and our plans had unleashed a dream that I can now realize. Only when I ejaculate into this boy would that dream begin to form. I was still looking at Mark, seeing him moan with eyes closed, enjoying every stroke I gave. My climax was now increasing, picking up the pace I could feel the blood rushing into my shaft, enabling my cum to travel through my urethra. Finally, I hit the point of no return and my nose was now running. I was still moving myself into Mark before I hit pause and released a scream of relief from finally ejaculating. Right before it built up, I slowly whispered to Mark that my babies are his and that this strain will be historical. Mark only nodded and begged to be filled. Once I came, I could have sworn that I shot at least 5 ropes of high viral load into Mark, warming his insides and having my swimmers seeping through his cuts in hopes that his conversion would accelerate. I let out a huge sigh and wrestled with Mark, kissing him and telling him how outrageous the idea now was, post-nut. Mark, who hasn't came and chose to remain so, rationalized and told me that the deed is done and that all we have to do is wait. If he converts, then the plan proceeds. "So, I guess it has been quite a success, hasn't it?" I cut Sir for a bit as I started to notice how long his story was when he initially said he had no time. Clearly, Mark left a huge impact on Sir which I can see why and how. The way he cares for you, the way he explains things, if he could do this to me, imagine how he must have treated Mark. It made me dismiss the torture and pain Sir put me through because it was a part of becoming a brother, carrier of Sir's strain. I finally realized my worth in being a part of the brotherhood. "Very much so. Story over. See you in 2 hours, boy." I wonder what happened to Mark. Will he show up later? I tried to find videos of Mark on the TV and there was a folder containing tens of videos. Randomly, I chose the one titled: "Mark leaves a new mark." The film starts off in this very chalet I was in, differently decorated back then. A solid wooden table was in the middle of the room rather than the coffee table. A boy, probably 23 or so in gym clothes walked to the table. Mark appeared from behind, this time packing more muscles and a buzzed cut. He overpowered the other boy and forced his limbs onto the table with a handful of ropes. Mark seemed different than what Sir had told me. He was more mature and had obviously gained experience. He then proceeded to attach a mouth gag on his victim whose name I found out was Joey. Mark spoke; "So Joey, you're here for a reason, right? You want to get bred, right?" "No man, I take it back I don't wanna be sick, not like you" "But you said no loads refused the last time I bred you, what makes it different this time?" "I didn't mean that and dude, one time the risk isn't that high can you let me go now please?" Joey was struggling to get out and I presumed that Joey and Mark were fucking before Joey found out bout Mark's status. "Now Joey, don't take back your words. Let's have a little truth serum, shall we?" Mark took a pipe and lit it to let Joey inhale. Within a few puffs, Joey became quiet and was responding well to Mark's caress. Mark licked his armpit, spit in his mouth and even bit his nipple with no reservation from Joey. Joey only yielded as he let out moans of pleasure. "So now I can breed you again right? You're going to be a part of this brotherhood, right Joey?" "Sure, dude, just fuck me please, are you gonna fuck me? Dude." In an instance, Joey transformed into a dog whose leash is held by Mark. Mark only responded; "I want you to know that is is certain and that everything is recorded. You can't go back from this Joey. But fret not, your safety and health are guaranteed by me and Jérome. Understood?" "Whatever man just fucking breed me please." Mark only realized that the lube Mark had lathered in Joey was laced with T which explains how tweaked he was. With Joey's consent, Mark plowed Joey on the table, moving his hips that outlined his gorgeous ass. I could even catch a few glances of Mark's hole while his death stick was inseminating Joey. Joey was still and could only widen his legs further apart for Mark to fill him up completely. "So the first night I met you, the condom slipped off so I kinda bred you then. Then last week when we were drunk and you said fuck it. Even tho you didn't feel it, I did come in you but not that much and last night? Boy, last night was great. Firs time doing T and now you're an expert. Good job, joey!" Joey could only muster a smile and a nod of yeah dude, fuck yeah while Mark was still ramming him in and out. "Now, I'm going to come soon, and I want to look at you when I do, so you know I bred you and that we're going to bond for life now, okay Joey?" "Yes, dude, whatever you say." "Look at me Joey, don't look away!" Joey starred into Mark's hazel eyes, seeing his pupils expand from the orgasm that he had experienced, filling Joey with a warm sensation that triggered Joey's own climax, hands free. Mark scooped the semen and fed into Joey, sharing a bit as they snowballed into pure lust. "No regrets?" Mark came up to ask "No..not even one." Joey responded. It's astonishing how quick one can change their mind and beliefs. I'm a proof of that. Only 1 more hour left until the guests arrive. I was starting to sober up and I needed to clean myself, especially from all the new cuts and scars that formed. I also wonder what Sir was doing now. Probably setting up the next event for me, assembling a fuck furniture that I would be on, or maybe a cage that I had to be in. These past few days have been thrilling and nothing short of exciting. Alas, I decide to take a bath to recollect myself and brace myself for what's to come.

Swallowed another big load from the sexy Hispanic guy that hit me up on Grindr the other day. Hoping I can get him to blast that load into my guts next time.

So I noticed SquaredDolphin's post with pics of beautifully inked guys. First, thanks, SD, for collecting that beautiful group of photos. I would gladly fuck every single one of them, and more than once. They younger, blonder ones, maybe not quite as much, but I'd Breed in any of their Holes. To me, a heavily inked guy just hollers raw sex. It's an unmistakable public address about who and what they are, how proud of themselves they are, how they simply refuse to accept any judgements, and a statement of "fuck you" to anyone who would try. Sometimes it takes a while to get past the "uber-butch" thing, but more often than not I get to suck my own load out of those hottttt-assed guys. Substantial tats used to be something of a surprise, only discovered when the duds came off, but lately the really dedicated are getting the public statement bluntly put on their necks, and I'm the moth to their flame. I do like a few years on them, but rutting in those Holes - eating them, rutting again, eating them again, sharing them with other Cocks, Breeding them, sucking their full Holes ... just turns my crank like crazy ..... GRRRR !!! I know that most of the guys I fuck aren't models. And that's fine - I love raw Hole ... almost any raw Hole ... and this being Friday I'm headed out in a couple of hours to get some. There's a guy over at my favorite fuckjoint with Cocks tattooed on each ass-cheek. Maybe he'll be there again tonight ....

Love to get bred through a glory hole! I have taken countless loads this way! The best is when you and your mystery top are going at hard enough to attract the attention of others near. When your top is done I quickly reposition myself, spred my cheeks so my cummy hole is VERY visible, and without fail I am soon impaled by a new rock hard cock. I’ve done that with with literally a train of top coming to my hole. Love it. Notice in the pics those are all different dicks! All three over about a 1/2 hour.

Part 2 After taking my first hit from the pipe solo, I was feeling amazing! My hookup was sitting down messing with his phone, so I asked for another and he said “knock yourself out”. With that permission I lit up again, and again, and again. I was so spun I could feel every part of my body tingling with extacy! I find though that when I get spun, I become meticulous about any rouge puddles in the pipe, particularly where the stem meets the bowl. I like having all my dope together (don’t ask me why, it’s just my thing). So I am lighting and heating up the area where the stem meets the pipe over and over and over again trying to get this fucking shard to melt and join the rest where it belongs! After a while it slowly starts to roll down, and with that the main puddle starts to heat and smoke. You think I’m letting that smoke go to waste??? Fuck no! I hit the pipe again! I heat up the top and sides of the bowl to get those rouge puddles and hit again. I heat up the lower part of the stem and hit again. Now I’m higher than a kite wanting nothing more than to be the nastiest slut I can be. I set the pipe down to cool off, but there’s still more that needs to be done! I take the pipe by the bowl heating up the end of the stem where there’s still rouge puddles. I put the opening of the bowl up to my nose and inhale the smoke that’s created from the stem, switch nostrils and do it again. Let the pipe cool for a minute, make sure it doesn’t explode or burn me, and do one final evaluation. I wipe off any remaining soot and before you know it this pipe is as clear as a new one, minus the single puddle of dope I’ve worked so hard to gather into one. Now I’m feeling so high I want to take anything in my ass just to satisfy the uncontrollable urge! Luckily by then my visitor is wondering what the hell im doing, and I present him with a pristine pipe ready for use. I must have smoked most of what he put in there because he wanted to load it again with some more shards but i begged him to let me do it because I just cleaned the damn thing and he’ll just fuck it all up! I grad a straw, cut it, get the shards in there enough to where they’re not even hanging out, and load the bowl with perfection! Heat it up, take a hit and pass the pipe to him. After he hits three times and shot guns three times to me I’m on the couch with my ass lubed, porn playing, and putting toys in there to satisfy my craving until he gets hard! I suck him for maybe a minute until I mentionton that since I smoked so much of his dope that I am submitting to him in any way and until he feels I’ve paid off my debt with my body, my holes, my everything! It belong to him! That got him hard as a rock and he immediately proceeds to flip me over face down and shove his cock right in balls deep with only my spun spit as lube for his cock. Then he grabs my head, shoves it into the pillows and starts wrecking my hole and smacking me with the other! He’s pissed that I smoked so much and he intended to make me pay as long as HE wanted. He made it clear I had no say for a while! I feel his hot sweaty balls hitting me with each thrust and that only adds to my extacy! At one point he’s fucking me while I’m on my back and I’m on Grinder, A4A, and BBRT looking for more tops to use me as he instructed! ... to be continued.

Chapter VII My body was dripping sweat. My hole throbbed and gripped Hunter 1's dick. A calm after the storm of being impaled and pounded so deeply and so hard was still running through my mind. My hole ached, stinging a bit as Hunter 1's cock throbbed and spurted. His face was one of a conqueror and of satisfaction mixed with a bit of evil. He stood up now his hard cock moving slightly as he undid my ankle restraints and Hunter 2 undid my wrist restraints. Hunter 1 then bent forward and pulled me from the sling his arms wrapped around me. He took a few steps back and told me to bend back some. Hunter 2 then supported me and turned me to face away from Hunter 1. My arms were pulled back and Hunter 1 held them at my side as he put me back onto the sling face down. Hunter 2 adjusted the sling head lowering it some. Each leg was placed in front of the chain and then bent at the knee. My ankles were again restrained. I was essentially doggie style. Each wrists was restrained to the other forearm behind my back, my dick and balls were hanging down with the edge of the sling stopping just above my dick. My legs were spread to the outer sides of the sling, my ass right at the edge of the end of it. Hunter 1 pulled his cock from my hole and I felt the burning sensation from another shard being pushed into my hole. Hunter 2 then stepped behind me. He reached up to my head and grabbed my hair and pulled it up and back. He placed some kind of harness that strapped under my chin and around my head that was then attached to my now lifted up arms behind my back. Hunter 1 and 2 then stepped back and looked at their prey, laying face down in the sling, back forcibly arched upwards, legs spread wide, bubble butt high and hole open, dripping cum as my hole spasmed, my dick rock hard, and me breathing rapidly from both fear and fantasy thoughts. I had a clear view of the video monitor mounted on the wall. There had been porn playing that now showed a view from above and behind. Hunter 1 filled a pipe and began blowing a couple clouds, then passed it to Hunter 2 who did a couple. They passed it back and forth serial times and the room was now smokey. Hunter 1 brought a bottle of poppers to my head and closed one nostril and then the other, taking in several hits. I began to feel like I was floating. Hunter 2 then stroked my dick a few times, then slapped my hole, then my right ass cheek, then my hole, and my left cheek. And my body tensed suddenly as he shoved his cock in one quick motion balls deep into me, and drew back a couple inches before hammering my hole like a jack hammer. The angle of the fucking with my legs being pulled up was totally new territory. He breached my 2nd ring with each stroke. The sound of his body slapping against my butt echoed. I went from intense pain to crazed cock addict in seconds. I moaned and groaned thru the gag in my mouth. Hunter 2 then stopped with his balls resting against mine and strokes my leaking dick slowly about 10 strokes. He,'d then pull completely out, again slap my hole and butt cheeks, and then balls deep his c8ck would go again. Jack hammering in longer strokes, and repeat the whole pattern. Each time he stroked my dick, was a little faster. I was going crazy. I could feel myself want to shoot my load more intensely. Hunter 1 laid on the bed stroking his again now steel hard cock. "Prey likes that dick doesn't it?" My eyes stared rolling back into my head. Hunter 2 was now grasping my arms behind my back and pulling me onto his cock as he rapidly long dicked my hole. I started to shake and my hole grabbed and clenched on his cock. Hunter 1 stepped from the bed and stood in front of me, the head of his dick hitting me in the face with each thrust from Hunter 2. He began to roll my nips and Hunter 2 yelled out, "yeah, Prey! Feel that cock deep inside that hole. That's it, grab my cock. Make me butt inside your hole. Work that ass as it pounds that load from you. C'mon! Gonns make you shoot! Take my fucking cock!". Again the sling chains were clinging. Hunter 2 slapped my ass cheeks a couple more times and my body tensed, and with each pounding thrust Hunter 2 made, I shook uncontrollably, my dick spewing and throbbing as I shot. Hunter 2 growled and yelled out, "fuck yeah!" over and over as his cock pumped his load. It was electric like. I felt like the orgasm wasn't going to end as each thrust just sparked another rush. Hunter 2 pulled his cock from my hole and stepped back a bit. Hunter 1 walked to my side and shit a load across my back and ass. I became putty as my body tried to recover. "Fucking awesome, Prey! Just getting started boy! Be back in a few," Hunter 1 said as they left the room.

Thanks for all the comments! You guys are always so encouraging. Hope you enjoy this next chapter! Chapter 4 "Dad!" In my shock I was still able to keep my scream at a whisper. I knew that screaming that out at a place like this could cause trouble. Dad had shifted off the bed and knelt on the floor between my legs. As I looked from his face to my cock with my dads hand wrapped around it beginning to slowly stroke it up and down, I saw in his eyes a change. It was still my dad but there was almost something more in the way he was looking at me. It was different from every other look he had ever given me. "Does this feel ok Coop?" He was looking right back at me into my eyes as I nodded and barely breathed out, "Yeah, dad." It occurred to me that it must be what we were smoking that had made him this bold. I had never in my life thought of my dad in a sexual way. I knew he was a good looking guy but its not that I was repulsed by him or anything. The thought just never crossed my mind. And now he was holding my cock with a tight grip stroking me up and down and I wasnt stopping him. I was the only person who had ever touched my cock until now. My dad. Jerking me off. And I didnt want it to stop. And thats when I realized what that look in his face was: lust. He was looking at his son with a look of lust that no one had given me before. My dad. "I just had to go for it Coop. You have a great cock and getting high always gets me past my inhibitions." Thats what it was. I was high and any other time I would be freaked out if my dad was stroking me. I was still freaked out now but it was a freaked out that somehow made me hornier. Dad rubbed his thumb over the head of my cock getting it all wet with my precum. I couldnt control the moan that came out of my mouth as my head fell back again. "Nice. Leaking already there Coop. Glad it's feeling good. Its hot knowing Im making you feel good like this." I didnt know what to say. Whatever I was hoping for this night did not include any of this. How could it? This was so much better than where my imagination could go. My thoughts went to whether there would be more. "Dad? Can I have a little more of that stuff maybe?" I felt my boldness coming on reminding me why I had come to this place. Maybe more hits would mean I would go through with it. Dads face lit up at that question but it wasnt just happiness that was in his face. There was something almost sinister in his look. Like something twisted had come to mind. He turned and grabbed the pipe and lighter in the same hand, never letting go of my cock as he handed it to me. "Go ahead Coop. Lemme see you take a couple hits." I lit the pipe and tried again to take as big a hit as i could. "Dont forget to hold it. Thats right. Nice." I had asked to do more because i loved the feeling that it was giving me but what was also making this so much better was that i was getting high for an audience. for my dad. He watched every step so intently all the while stroking my hard leaking cock while i tried to impress him with a perfect and massive hit. I wasnt so high that i couldnt tell how filthy this scene was but i was high enough that the filthier it got the hotter it seemed. As I blew out my second hit i felt it run through my body and straight up my cock. it throbbed in dads hand and even more precum started flowing out of the head. There was no stifling the moan that escaped me. My body felt so sensitive to touch and the fact that it was the firm grip of my dads hand that was getting me this horny was driving me beyond any limit i thought i had. i matched dads look of lust with mine and without saying a word i could see the recognition on his face. I handed him the pipe and lighter. He let go of my cock as he took them and then took a hit of his own. I wasnt prepared for how hot it was to watch my dad getting high like this. As he inhaled the smoke he looked at me taking over for him by stroking my cock. I could see the way the hit moved through him seeing his eyes widen and that look of lust get even stronger. He took another hit and then put the pipe and torch back into the little bowl of condoms and lube. "Feeling good Coop?" "Yeah dad. Yeah." I was stroking and more aware now that I was not just doing it for my pleasure. I was almost putting on a show for dad. He watched for a minute before standing up again now between my open legs and stroking his bigger cock for me. "Pretty hot dad." "Isnt it?" We were both beginning to sweat a little. I could feel my body heating up and I saw a sheen of sweat beginning to form on dads hot body. It felt so intense in the room just me and dad naked high and stroking our cocks for each other. "You ok? Dont want anything to happen that youre not ok with Coop. Its not how your first time should go." "Thanks dad." His love for me as his son and the lust we both were feeling right then made me feel safe with him but also somehow even hornier for more to happen. I sat up and without thinking licked the head of dads cock tasting his precum. The first taste of another mans cock and precum. My dad. "Oh fuck Coop." He let go of his cock and I took that as my chance to taste him again. I licked the tip and then opened my mouth to take in the mushroom head. I looked up at him and met his eyes staring down at me. The look on his face was a mix of shock and desire. "Fuck that feels good." That encouragement was enough for me to take more of him into my mouth as i reached out and grabbed his hips. He put his hands on my shoulders. "Aw yes. Suck my cock son. Suck your dads cock." Fuck this was twisted and on any other day I would have been repulsed by what I was doing and how dad was responding. But today it was only making things hotter. I started to use my tongue to massage the underside of his cock as I took more and more of it in. It was bigger than I thought. Thick and stretching my mouth. Dads hands moved up to brush his fingers through my hair. I looked back up to him and he was still staring down at me. "Feels so good Coop. I can feel my cock leaking precum into your mouth. You are so good at that. You like the taste of that precum? You like tasting your dads precum?" I moaned onto his cock and started bobbing faster up and down his cock. "Fuck!" Dad really screamed it out this time which surprised both of us. Dad pulled himself back and his cock slipped out of my mouth. There was a moments hesitation in his face and I could tell that he was debating with himself whether to continue or stop us here and now. I leaned back down onto the bed and stroked my still hard cock. I wanted to let him make the decision about doing more but the hits made me too horny not to stroke my cock while he deliberated. Dad watched and I thought he would start stroking himself again too. But without saying a word he moved closer to the bed and then leaned down above me grabbed me at both sides of my torso and shifted my entire body lengthwise on the bed so that I no longer had my feet on the floor. He made sure that my head was on the pillow like he was tucking me in for the night. But once he got me into position he climbed onto the bed himself and placed his body on top of mine. Our cocks touched as he pressed himself against me our chests pressed together his weight on top of me. And then that feeling for the first time of someone coming in for a kiss. When our lips met we both moaned. I felt his tongue enter my mouth and as if it was instinct i wrapped my arms and legs around my dad as we passionately made out for the first time.

8 with one of 5 brothers who all wanted sucked off, when they came home from dates that didn't put out they would shove their cocks down my throath until they shot their loads. Great times.!

It felt weird being alone in my bed after Tommy left for work in the morning. He assured me he would be in touch and I really hope he calls me again in the next few days. I’d love to be the one to message him first, but I don’t want to come across too needy; after all it was only a Grindr hook-up and I shouldn’t read too much into it. As I lay here, hours after my last dicking, I can still feel my heart beat in my arsehole, throbbing away. In the last 14 hours I’ve let my guard down so much and surprisingly so accepting of his trickery. I mean, who uses concealer to hide a biohazard tattoo when they go for a random root. As I think about just this one depraved act I start getting hard. Realising how hot this was, wondering how many guys he did this to since testing poz 2 weeks ago. This time to myself has allowed me to process this experience, my time with Tommy and the plan forward. 100% bottom, tick. Cumdump, tick. Turned on by this poZitive experience, tick. Infatuated with Tommy, tick. Turned on by being loaded with poz cum, tick. Wanting more poz cum from Tommy, tick. Wanting as much poz cum as I can get, tick. These seemed to be easy for me to answer for myself, but the question that made me pause was, do I want more poz cum from any guy or just from Tommy. After stewing on this for a couple of minutes I guess the answer became clear – YES, yes I do want poz cum from anyone. BUT, Tommy must be the one that converts me, and I want to make him aware of this if and when he makes contact with me. That same afternoon I stumbled on a site called Breeding Zone, and I started scrolling through the forums, reading the experiences of other guys when chasing and then becoming poz themselves. Massively turned on by what people were writing and how open and honest the community were with each other. So enthralled by what I was reading, I almost jumped out of my skin when my phone started ringing. Could it be? Yes, it was Tommy. With shaking hands and butterflies in my stomach I answered the call. He asked if I was free tonight for a chat and maybe a play. Am I ever, I didn’t hesitate to say abso-fucking-lutely, with Tommy saying he’d be around in 2 hours. He ended the call saying ‘can’t wait to see you kiddo’. Being called kiddo really appealed to me, it felt great to be given a cute nickname so soon. After reading a few more forums on Breeding Zone I decided to go and ‘prepare’ for the evening. Tommy arrived a little early, much to my delight. We were all over each other as we made our way to the couch, sitting so close we were practically on top of each other. Tommy looked me right in the eyes and said that he loved our time together and was happy that we got along with ease. I of course started to melt into his chest as I moved in for a cuddle. I told him that I’d found so many parts of our encounter so hot, especially the concealer and obviously how he managed to get me to take a poz load, considering my initial plan with the tattoo scan of his body. I told him that I now feel free to play without fear, accepting my need for cock, cum and especially poz cum – all thanks to him. I then admitted my desire for Tommy to be the one that converts me and if possible that we remain friends or fuck buds at the least. Tommy grabbed me and forcefully kissed me, squeezing hard as he pulled us together on the couch. He said that he had a proposition for me, which had my attention instantly. He explained that he was really into me and would like to see where it goes, in terms of a relationship and would I be willing to accept a few conditions. Tommy felt my dick getting hard and smirked at me, saying oh your cock seems to be agreeing before you hear the conditions. We both laughed and I said alright, have at it then, what are these conditions. (Tommy) – I will love you unconditionally, I will promise to never hurt you, and we will be equals in this relationship except for in the bedroom. Sexually you will be my property. I will convert you, and once you test poz I will invite whoever I want into our sex life, you will get fucked by any man I say can fuck you, will we go to saunas and bath houses together or separate, we will go to orgies, I’ll arrange gangbangs for you and blindfold you while guy after guy breed you, we will go on holidays to gay resorts and places like berlin to take, and in my case give loads, truck stops and alley ways aren’t out of the question too. What do you think Tyler, are you up for this? Are you kidding me Tommy – that sounds amazing – look at the wet patch on my sweatpants, look how much you’ve made me leak just by asking that. Can we please start now, please fuck me and load me up with poz cum, let’s get this party started Tommy. I stood up, dropped my sweatpants and jockstrap and presented my ass for him to eat, his tongue getting deep in my now dry hole, void of cum. Tommy saying that my hole didn’t taste right, he said that his loads must have already been absorbed and we needed to fix that right away. He picked me up and carried me upstairs, but surprisingly he carried me to the bathroom and not the bedroom. After putting me down he told me to get on all fours and to pull my cheeks apart so my hole was exposed. Oh, no need to tell me twice, quickly doing as I was told. I looked back over my shoulder to see him take my toothbrush and aim it for my arsehole while saying he needed to prepare my hole, scratch it up so that his poz swimmers could get into my bloodstream and expedite the conversion process. Oh fuck babe I said, that’s so hot, clear a path for your poz babies, I don’t care how much this hurts, make a mess of my cunt babe. Oooooooffffff I hollered as he jammed the toothbrush into my hole, digging it around, side to side, in and out, twisting the entire time. He repositioned himself so that he was in front of me as he stabbed the toothbrush in and out of me relentlessly. The sight of his cock in front of me was hypnotising, drooling poz precum. I stuck my tongue out and lapped up all the juice before taking his cock into my mouth, sucking that salty poz goodness right from the source. After about 15 minutes of this he pulled the toothbrush from my arse and I inspected the damage, sure enough the toothbrush was covered in blood, Tommy planted a kiss on my forehead and said come one kiddo, lets fuck you up for good my adorable little pig. He flipped me onto my back on the bathroom floor and threw my legs over his shoulders, telling me that a toothbrush will be part of our routine now and that he won’t be using lube again until I test poz. I smiled at him and said do what you’ve gotta do babe, I’m all yours, poz me already. He rammed his 9 incher into my bloodied hole, eliciting a scream from me due to the pain. After just a minute or so Tommy ripped his cock from my hole and told me to look at it – sure enough it was covered in not just a pinkish slime, it was covered in blood. Tommy then rammed his cock all the way home again. This wasn’t a fuck of passion, he was on a mission, all the while reminding me that once his swimmers take hold we will be an unstoppable bareback poz power couple. Sharing our gift with as many guys as possible, whether they knew it or not. Ohhhh babe was all I could say as he pounded my hole, as hard as he could, determined to make his poz babies take. Tommy then told me once I test poz he will be taking me to get a biohazard tattoo in the same spot as his. Yes baby, please tag me as a poz pig once you infect me, once you give me this amazing gift. Here comes my poz load kiddo, you’d better share this gift far and wide, with as many guys as possible. I’m your slut I said in reply as he grunted, shooting his load deep inside my fucked up, bleeding colon. Yes Tommy, infect me babe, I’m just a cum sponge to use and abuse from now on. Tommy locked lips with me and said he’ll breed me all night long, and that he has the rest of the week off to make sure we complete my conversion quickly so that he can share my soon to be poz cunt around town. There was nothing more for me to say other than, yes babe, let’s do this.

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…”

As I sit here, chain smoking between Marlboro Lights and Camel Wides, I'm reminded of my first trainee. Gary was a big burly man. He was everything I wanted, except for one thing. He was straight and had never smoked a cigarette in his life. Not to be discouraged, I decided one day to see if he had any curiosity in him at all. I had just gotten off work, and mustered up the courage to get my questions answered. I had already played out several scenarios in my head, determined to succeed. I sent him a text - Me: "Gary, are you busy? I'm close by and want to visit for a few" Gary: "Sure, I'm home by myself. Come on over" Without hesitation, I drove over to his house. He lived not too far from my office. I knocked on the door, trying to keep my hard cock from showing through my shorts. He answered and said, "Come on in! What's up?" I said, "Gary, sit down. I need to talk to you about a couple of things". To his surprise, I pulled out some T and a rig, and asked him if he knew what I had just showed him. He said, "Damn! I had no idea you did that". I said, "Do you want to get spun with me?" He said, "Let me think about it. What else is on your mind?" My heart was about to pound out of my chest. I had dreamed about watching him smoke a cigarette for the 10 years I had known him. I said, "I want to teach you how to smoke a cigarette." Laughingly, I added, "and how to inhale it properly. Exhale from your nostrils". I had asked Gary a few times in the past if he wanted to smoke with me as I lit up, but he had always declined the offer - yet seemed curious as to the mechanics of smoking. Me: "Please don't make me beg" Gary: "Ok. Teach me." My dick immediately started to precum. It took every ounce of my being to not blow my load. I pulled out 2 Marlboro Lights from the pack in my shirt pocket. I could tell he was nervous, but showed interest in everything I was doing from that point. I said, "Ok, I'm going to light this first one for you. Watch my cheeks, mouth, and chest as I light it. After its lit, I'm going to give the lit cigarette to you. Just hold it until I tell you otherwise." With his eyes wide open, he nodded. I put one cigarette in my mouth and lit it. I took a deep drag, inhaled deeply, and exhaled from my nostrils - 2 thick plumes of smoke coming from my nose. I just happened to glance down and saw that his cock was beginning to bulge from his shorts. Me: "Gary, are you hard?" Gary: "Actually, yes I am!" Me: "Are you hard because of the smoking or something else" Gary: "To be honest, watching you suck on that white filter is getting me horned up" My cock started throbbing. I couldn't believe what I was seeing and hearing. I handed the lit cigarette to him - his hands shaking violently. I put my hand on his shoulder and said, "Gary, relax. It's ok". After his shaking subsided, he said, "Ok, lets do this. What do I need to do first?" Realizing that the first part of my fantasy was about to come true, I looked Gary in the eye and said, "Listen. I want you to smoke this cigarette like a man. Smoking is the epitome of masculinity and I want you to do it the right way. You are going to cough. You are going to cough alot. The smoke is going to hit your throat and you will cough like craay, but I want you to take it like a man, inhale the smoke into your lungs, and exhale it. Repeat." I told him to put the cigarette in his mouth just to the right of center, suck on the filter, and hold the smoke in his mouth until I told him otherwise. He put the cigarette in his mouth, sucked hard and long on that filter, and had a mouthful of smoke. I then told him, "Ok Gary, now breathe it in and get ready to cough like crazy". He opened his mouth a little and took a deep breath. I could see the creamy white smoke go into his chest. What came next completely surprised me. After that mouthful of smoke went into his chest, he coughed very little. He looked me in the eye, then looked down to his nose. 2 thick plumes of smoke rolled out of his nostrils. I blew my load immediately. Gary looked at me and said, "Did I do it right?" I did a doubletake and said, "Gary, do that again - exactly like you just did". He put the white filter in his mouth, took a long deep hard drag, slightly opened his mouth, inhaled, then exhaled a thick plume of used smoke from his mouth. It was the thickest cloud I had ever seen. I said, "Gary, what do you think?" He said, "Amazing". I watched him experiment with different ways of pulling the smoke into his mouth. His cheeks pulled in towards each other very deep. I could tell his body was beginning to crave smoke. After he finished his first cigarette, he grabbed the pack out of my shirt pocket and immediately lit another. He asked me, "Did I light it right?" I was speechless, as it was flawless. I asked him, "Are you serious when you tell me you have never smoked before?" He had just taken a drag off his cigarette when he answered, "Honestly, I have been watching you smoke for years, but was afraid to try it." I said, "Fuck me...you are a pro at it". What he said next completely threw me. Gary said, "Fuck me?" I said, "Gary, I know you are straight, but I'm hard as a fucking rock and horned the fuck up". He responded with, "So am I". My jaw dropped, and so did my already-cum-filled shorts. He stood up, dropped his shorts, and started slowly jacking his ginormous thick already hard cock. He lit another cigarette. Hell he was already a pro in my book, but I wanted to see how far this encounter would go. I looked him in the eye and said, "Tell me. What do you want to do?". He leaned over and said, "I've wanted to fuck you for years, but didn't know how to tell you". I asked him, "It seems like there is a lot you have wanted to ask me but you were afraid to ask. Is there anything else you want to ask me or talk about?" He looked at my hard cock and and said, "I want that inside me. I want your cum inside me. I want a part of you inside me. I want your DNA inside me." ...to be continued...

Richie was a doctor in his early 40s. He ran a private practice. He was considered one of the best in his field and rich people from all the globe reached out to him. But in his office you could find ordinary patients, far from being rich. Richie had a passion, he craved men. He hated not to have what he desired and what he desired most was to have whoever he wanted naked. He really enjoyed that power of his medical profession that allowed him to ask his patients anything. Take off your pants, take off your shirt, raise your hand, show me your penis, let me check the rash, let me touch your balls and check if they are swollen. His favorite was a boxing athlete. He used to treat his father who passed from a malignant disease of the intestine. The guidelines were strict. Whoever had that much of a medical history he should undergo colonoscopy from the age of 25 and every 5 years. And he had quite an interesting family history. He could make a case report article about it, he could add another one article in his list, he could become an even more recognised scientist. He performed the colonoscpy on that guy. Tall and handsome, 25 years of age and definitely straight. He explained him the procedure. He would drink something that it would clean his gut, only water could he drink in the meantime. He loved the power that he had over him. He would stay at home because his gut would be emptiedd constantly. He would do that to himself willingly. That control made him so excited. The day of the colonoscopy camse. His gut was ready. How lucky was he. A sexy guy would have the perfect clean ass, masuclin and surrendered. He asked him to take off his shirt to monitor his heart. His abs were even more toned because of the one day fasting. He put the gas mask on his face. He explained to him that it would make him dizzy to be more comfortable. He asked him to take over his pants. He could be almost clothed, but that wouldn't be fun. And he wouldn't discuss it, he was definitely ashamed of it to say that a doctor passed a tube though his ass. And that was more convenient. Now he was naked with his asshole exposed to Richie. He smiled politely and tried to make him calm. He started to puss the tube against his tight asshole. He moaned. Of course he did. He hadn't yet started the admdinistration of the gas. He wanted him to feel it. And then he started to give him the gas. To make him dizzy with a silly smile on his face. He would watch his insides on the screen. No one would see that much of someone even if him being his lover. He possessed him. The colonoscopy proved to be normal. The tube was in its max depth, almost 2 meteres inside. Not even the morst experienced fist would go so deep he thought. He put off the tube and watched his leaky lubed asshole. It was such a beauty. He increased the gas and made him fall asleep. His oxygen would drop, his heart beat would increase. But he had enough time to give him a proper fuck. He took off his pants and started to fuck him. He would not react. He fucked him and watch his beautiful body. He sucked his nipples and watch his beautiful face. He would almost cum. The monitor was beeping but he was so close. And he did it. He filled him with cum. He increased the oxygen. He would wait at his sofa until he recovered more. His asshole was stretched by a tube and raped by his dick. What do u think of this story? Interested for more? Please give me some comments, i really appreciate it.

I was walking in my favorite sex club, the smell of sweat, cum, and poppers were in the air. I was intoxicated by the smell and my hole was buzzing, in the video room, my SIR had made a big show of breeding my hole, a few guys added their sperm and felched my used furry black ass. My SIR kissed me, told me I was his good boy, and sent me to play on my own, to find a hole to breed. This was the first time that I had been out in a week, as I had recently had the fuck flu, which, of course, derailed my play time, but my SIR, my POZDADDY was proud of me: I had taken his seed, his virus. I had earned his collar and a permanent place in his life. Not the usual thoughts one has while walking through a dark and dingy sex club, but I couldn't help myself, and I found myself wondering if I should find some condom queen and stealth him, or just look for a bareback slut, or hold-out for the willing and honest bug chaser? I heard grunting, I heard a voice beg "More, harder." The voice made my blood boil. I knew exactly who it was! Instantly, a huge grin crossed my face. Perfect. Just too fucking perfect. A huge, 'roided-out tattooed Daddy that I knew from the gym walked out of the booth, his dick (sporting a PA) flopped out of his jeans. My prey. I walked in the room, and there he was bent over... a blindfold around his eyes... my younger brother. I was instantly hard. On the floor I saw discarded and semen-filled condoms. Such a waste, still, if he is playing safe, then he's probably neg. Perfect, I thought. Without a word, I bent down and tongue-fucked my younger brother's used hole. I gotta admit, although I grew-up hating my brother, I was hard as a rock, if only because undeniable that nice asses ran in our family. Or was I hard because I knew what I had in store for him? My dick got even harder when I glanced on his hand and saw his wedding ring. I spread his bubbled ass cheeks apart, unlike me, his ass is nice and smooth. He whimpered like the bitch he is as my tongue went in deeper. Usually, I hate the taste of an ass that has been tainted by latex, but all I could think about was infecting his body with my, my SIR, my POZDADDY'S virus. I lined-up my bare cock and nudged his hole, at the same time, catching sight of the biohazard tattoo that I sported on my torso, below my navel. Still wordless, I grinned. Then my brother pulled out a condom and handed it to me. I opened it, took out the condom, and threw it aside, I held poppers to his nose. In his fucked-out and popper induced haze, he didn't register that I wasn't wearing the condom as my bareback, incestuous dick entered his hole. I grabbed his ass, and began plowing his hole. I wondered how many men had fucked him that night, and how long he had led a secret life of being a bottom bitch, while married to my sister-in-law. Heh heh, he'd be a poz bottom bitch once I was done with him. I thought about all the times he was favored as we grew up, and imagined my dick was a gun, and my semen were the bullets. As he knew it, his life would be over. "Oh man, that feels so fucking good, so fucking amazing!" I thought how my family had disowned me, and how vocal he had been about not wanting a faggot for a brother. Who's the faggot now, I thought. He was in a darkroom, bent over, his estranged older brother's poz death stick violating his lying, cheating ass. This was too good, this was too much. My nuts began to boil over. The trigger went off. I let loose my potent, high viral load poz sperm deep into his guts. He exclaimed "Holy shit! Wha... wha... did you cum in me! You better not have!" as he took off his blindfold. I laughed as his face went pale, remarking with a smirk "You're hardly in a position to make demands... baby brother."

1. Do you enjoy making a man cum with your hand and mouth or him jerking himself off and feeding you his load? Either way as long as the cum lands on my mouth 2. Do you like cum that shoots out hard, or cum that oozes out that you can lick up? Big cum shot that shoots everywhere is hot as fuck, but I'd prefer it all aimed straight in my mouth 3.How do you like to swallow his cum and why? With his cock deep in your throat? With his head resting on your tongue? With your mouth open and your tongue out? Jerking him off? Love the feeling of a spurt on my tongue and initial taste of cum filling my mouth so it's kind of wasted if it's too far down my throat 4. Do you like thick semen or more watery? What is the sweet spot between too thick or too watery? any semen is good! 5. Do you like semen sweet and pleasant with little taste, or salty with a very spermy flavor that has a long aftertaste? Why? again, all semen is good:) 6. What's the perfect size load that you like to swallow? Enough to get an nice taste? Or enough to get a big gulp? Or something that overwhelms your mouth that you have to work to swallow? a huge load that just keeps squirting is awesome, but it's all about a guy unloading regardless of how small or large the load 7. For those that have sucked off more than 1 guy at the same time, how is the experience different from eating multiple loads opposed to being with 1 guy? 7. Describe the perfect cock that you'd like to suck and the perfect type of cum you'd want to swallow. Big cocks are visually a turn on and feel great, but I'm not a deep throater so I love an average cock that I can more easily just go crazy on. (I always love the challenge of some big ol' cock, though)

Christmas ORGY London - who's interested?

Hot story! But I was thinking how it would be hotter if the narrator didn't forgive Andy directly and how Andy could cheated on him more and more. Just in order to see how Andy finally is worst than Matt. 😈

A couple days ago a couple friends stopped by to use and abuse my ass gain. It had been 3 months so I was way overdue and in heat. As usual I was clean and ready, layed flat on my stomach and waited for the fun to begin. One of my friends started lubing and stretching my hole. the guy with the bigger cock climbed on and stared pushing up my tight slick hole. his bar cock stretched me open more and felt great. He started fucking me deep and was hitting bottom in different areas which made me squeal and yell. both were holding me down so I couldn't get away.. The other guy was fondling my nuts and the top plowing me . He eventually worked a finger in my ass along with the guy's cock. I was stretched to the limit. The guy on top pulled out and the switched places. the guy with the smaller cock stared riding me hard, the other guy was playing with the ass of the guy fucking me and eventually tried to crawl up and fuck him. we were not in the right position to do this. he eventually got 3 fingers in my cunt with the guy's cock. he pre-cums like a fountain so is was getting really sloppy, just the way i like it. They switched back and the guy with the bigger cock went to really plowing my ass. He went deep and started to throb, delivering a huge load. They talked abut me getting a DP. i was game but we needed a couple another guy with a longer cock to help that. The one with the bigger cock left and the other guy poured more lube n my as sand proceeded to finger and stretch my very lubed and sloppy hole. He did manage to soot in my ass later and even tried to piss in my ass, then he used one of my big dildoes to work his seed deep in my sore and abused cunt. I was a very sloppy, sore and loose after he was done, just the way a pig whore should be. The next time we will try to get a couple other s also

I think that fucking in public is how a lot of burgeoning Tops learn "technique" through watching other men Breed in "real time" ... "in the flesh". Whether in backrooms or right at the bar, guys newer to Breeding can pick up tricks of the trade. Plus, it's damn exciting to fuck for a crowd. When other men are watching, I always throw the bottom my very best efforts, even if his Hole isn't all that inspiring. Every guy knows how men fuck in porn vids - but nothing beats r/t observation.

Ok guys, here's the next chapter. I'm working on the next couple so they should be posted soon. I'm not done with Colt and Austin yet, more fun to cum. Thanks to everyone who enjoys my stories, and I'll work the other ones too. You know what they say, good things come to those who wait. Kinda like orgasm denial, lol. Part 16 True to my word, I kept the cage on Colt all week, fucking his pussy twice a night and not letting him cum. He was horny beyond belief and constantly begged for it to be removed. I loved it. I loved controlling him. I would send him texts all day telling him what a nasty little cock whore he was. Telling him how I was going to ram his hot little pussy like the cumdump it was. I would make him send me texts back telling me what a pathetic fag he was, and how desperate he was for my cum. Thursday rolled around and we layed snuggled in his bed, a fresh load of my cum deep inside him, plugged so it wouldn't leak out. We we're sharing the bong when we heard his father Chet come home. Well, stumble home was more like it. A couple of Thursdays a month Chet would go drinking with his buddies. Almost everytime he would get totally wasted. He certainly was as we heard him crashing around, trying unsuccessfully to be quiet. Eventually, we heard no more noise and I knew Chet was passed out on the couch. Colt's mom, Anna, didn't mind her husband going out drinking, after all he worked hard and was a good husband, but she refused to let him in her bed when he was drunk, so he always slept on the couch. Now Chet was one of those dead to the world drunks. Once he passed out, an act of God couldn't arouse him. This of course gave me a nasty idea. "I need to get some water." I said as I jumped out of the bed, returning a couple minutes later. I motioned for Colt to follow me as I grabbed my phone, which he did with a confused expression on his face. I guided him to the living room where his dad was splayed out on couch. Chet had managed to get his shoes off and his jeans half off, leaving him there in his boxers and tee-shirt, snoring like a lumberjack. At least I knew where Colt got it from. I also knew where Colt got everything else from too. Chet was a fucking stud and Colt was his carbon copy. Same curly brown hair, same green eyes, same nose, same everything. The only difference was Chet wasn't quite as large as Colt. Maybe two inches shorter but still fucking built. And hairy. Hopefully Colt will be as hairy as his dad one day. The only thing I wasn't sure about was his cock. I fished in his open boxers and pulled out his limp dick. Even lying there, it pretty much looked like Colt's. "What the fuck are you doing?" Colt whispered. I walked up to his ear and whispered back, "I wanna see just how much of a cock whore you really are. I wanna see you suck your dad." "No way!" He whispered back. "What if he wakes up?" I walked to Chet's head and shook his shoulder while I practically yelled in his ear, "Wake up Chet! Wake up!" He just grunted and continued snoring. "See, nothing could wake him up right now." "I don't know...." Colt said, hesitantly. I just grabbed the back of his head and jerked it back as I grabbed his balls and squeezed hard. Colt let out a gasp. "You'll do what I fuckin say you worthless faggot." I snarled at him. "Now get down there and suck your father's cock!" I ordered him. Colt sank slowly to his knees without another word and crawled over to his passed out dad. I could hear him breathing shallowly from nerves as his trembling hand slowly reached for his father's dick. He looked at me one more time and I snapped my fingers, pointing to the cock in his hand. Colt opened his mouth and gingerly placed Chet's cock into it while watching his face for signs of reaction. Chet just continued snoring. I started filming as Colt began to actually suck his dad's cock, and much to my delight, it quickly grew hard and soon reached it's full hardness. It wasn't as big as Colt's, but it was still impressive and I'm sure more than satisfied his mom, as was evidenced from the frequent fucking we would hear from their bedroom. I stared in wonder as Colt really began to give his old man a stellar blow job, deep throating his cock and using his talented throat muscles to massage the big throbbing tool. Chet just continued to snore with the occasional grunt and light moan, oblivious to the fact that his own flesh and blood was providing him pleasure. He was probably dreaming of some big tittied ho going to town on him. Well, it was a ho, just a different type of one. My cock was hard as a rock as I watched this obscene display before me as Colt proved he was the ultimate filthy cock hound, slobbering all over his dad's big cock. I couldn't resist as I knelt behind him and pulled out the plug. I lined up my cock with his hole. His loose cunt just swallowed me up as Colt threw his head back and groaned. Then he looked at me over his shoulder, his mouth open, tongue hanging out, panting like a bitch in heat. I saw that crazed look of uncontrollable lust in his eyes as he snorted like a pig before diving back down on Chet's cock. I grabbed his hair and started pounding his face into Chet's crotch as I pounded my cock into his other cumhole, beyond caring if Chet woke up or not. If he did, he'd learn what a complete and total faggot his baby boy was. Luckily, Chet just stayed in his drunken stupor as his son basically raped him. "Fuck yea, you fuckin whore!" I egged Colt on as I continued to film. "Suck your daddy's cock you filthy pig!" I demanded as I pounded him hard. "You're so dirty, you're gonna make me cum bitch!" I practically shouted. I forced Colt all they way down his dad's dick and held him there as I pumped my load deep in his guts. I held him there, not letting him up for air until he started gagging. His ass muscles clenched my cock as he wretched, squeezing the last bit of cum out. I pulled out and pulled him off his daddy's cock. Spit ran out of his mouth and down his chin. I got the camera close to his face. "Jerk him faggot." I ordered him. "Make your dad cum. And look into the camera as you do it! I want you to see exactly what a low down, disgusting, dirty cum slut you are! That's it bitch. Jerk him off, I want his cum all over your face!" Colt looked into the camera with his lust driven eyes and jerked his dad's cock like a good slut, rubbing it all over his face, licking off the precum that was oozing out. Chet began grunting more and breathing harder in his sleep and I knew he was close. Then the next thing I knew, cum began rocketing out of his cock, blasting Colt right in the face. Colt did exactly as I told him, rubbing that cock all over him as shot after shot flew out, coating his forehead, eyes, cheeks and nose, dripping down into his open mouth. By the time his dad's orgasm finished, Colt looked like three men had dumped on him. Another thing his has in common with dad. I told Colt to go wait for me on the bed as I grabbed some tissues and cleaned up as much evidence as I could. When I returned to the bedroom, Colt was lying there, waiting. He looked unbelievably sexy in his cock cage, his face covered in his daddy's sperm. I crawled on top of him and licked his cheek, scooping up a big glob of cum. I kissed him deep as we shared the tasty load together. Then, I got up and fetched the key. He didn't say a word, but his eyes sparkled as I unlocked the cage and freed his cock, which instantly sprang to an erection. I spread his legs and slid my own hard cock back deep inside him. He wrapped his legs around me and pulled me into him as I fucked him. I scraped the cum off his face and fed it to him, and he hungrily devoured every bit. "That's a good slut." I commended him. "Eat your daddy's cum boy. Eat it all you fucking pig!" I grabbed his hands and held them over his head as I pounded his special spot I knew so we'll. "I want you to cum for me!" I growled into his ear. "Do it, do it NOW bitch!" He managed to break his hands free and he wrapped them around me, squeezing me tight. He buried his face into my shoulder and let out a muffled cry as his cock erupted between us. He held me and shook as he continued to cry into me, his entire body trembling as his cock spewed and spewed, soaking our bodies. His reaction coaxed one more orgasm from me and I filled him with more sperm as he continued to tremble. When he finally calmed down, and his trembling stopped, we took turns licking each other clean from his copious load. When we finished, he held me and kissed me before looking deeply into my eyes. "You never cease to amaze me." He whispered. "How did we get so lucky to find each other?" "I don't know. Fate I guess, we were meant to be. But I guess we're even for the hickey." He just smiled as he spread my legs and dabbed a little lube on my hole before sliding into me. I groaned as his bigger body pressed against mine. We made love this time, our lips barely leaving each other as he planted his seed deep in my guts. I didn't cum this time, but I didn't need to. This was for him. We fell asleep with his cock still buried inside me.

It was Thursday night. The night before I turn the big 1 8. School had been a blur. Daddy Steve and Daddy John gave me free rein to check out the USB sticks and enjoy the dirty perverted sex capades they have had in the past. They opened my eyes to so much. In particular, just how cruel Daddy John was to Daddy Steve. He really did enjoy treating him like an object over a person. He especially enjoyed letting strangers treatt him the same way. There were clips where Daddy Steve was being brutally raped by all sorts of guys begging for mercy, only being laughed and mocked at. I watch all sorts of ages and race fuck him. I was put off whenever I saw old guys fuck him. In particular, the ones that looked ill and frail. But the scariest where the big solid guys that looked like they could break you in two with only their forearm. One particular video had Daddy Steve passed out while this big solid guys with hairy shoulders fucking hard and fast into daddy Steve’s ass. Daddy Steve was like a floppy rag doll. There were slap marks all over his body. Dried cum crusted over his face and hair and over his ass cheeks. His cock was bound in a cock cage. Daddy John must have been behind the camera, the solid hairy guy asked Daddy John how long he had been out for. Daddy John said about 5 hours and had about 37 strangers use him. The solid hairy guy said he could tell because Daddy Steve’s hole was loose and felt like he was fucking a pool of custard there was that much cum in him. Shortly after, the solid hairy guy tensed up and unloaded in Daddy Steve. I watched as he pulled his 7inch cock out, it was slick and shimmering with cum. It was too much. All I wanted to do was pull myself off and unleash my load. But my dad’s gave me one rule. That was to not cum until they say so. That was hard. I had not blown a load since before the grand finale. My dad’s knew of this and I swear I reckon they found it amusing. And to torture me that little bit more, all week they walked around the house without their shirts on. Daddy John would only wear his towel around his waist after a shower, barely dry himself off and letting the water drip through his hairy muscly chest and abs. Sometimes he would move in close to me and rub his hard cock on me. I was on edge. He would wrap his strong bulging veiny arms around me as though he was giving me a hug, but he would hold on obviously too long, nudging his raging hard on against my upper abs. he was a tall man, 186cm massive wide shoulders that easily curl in around my entire body. His skin radiated a comfy heat that made me feel safe. But it hit me. This is my dad. My biological dad. This is totally wrong… This… Sexual attention. But why did it feel so right for me. Why did I like it so much. I felt so safe in his arms. So safe, I knew I would let him do what he pleased with me. It was then that I looked up to see him staring down at me. His big brown eyes gazing, reading, taking all of me in. It felt as though he was reading my mind. The corner of his right lip surrounded by this bushy silver grey beard turned up. ‘It’s your big day tomorrow son. You finally become a young man. A man to choose his own decisions. How do you feel?’ he asked. I stared for a long while into his big brown eyes. I was lost in their mystery. I almost forgot that he asked me a question when he rubbed the back of his big hand over my cheek. I found myself curl into it. ‘I feel proud dad. I feel ready to be independent.’ Daddy John through his head back and chuckled. ‘Oh I don’t know about independent son.’ He looked back at me, ‘but definitely ready to choose your destiny.’ I wasn’t sure what he meant by that. Isn’t that the same thing? He finally pulled away from me and I instantly felt colder. My own skin wanted that radiant heat back. He walked to the exit of the kitchen, but stopped and turned back. ‘I’m heading out son. I won’t be back until the morning. I have some plans I need to make.’ He gave me that big brown eye stare again. His right lip jerked up slightly as he continued ‘You take the time to think about what you want for you birthday. We will talk about it in the morning.’ And he walked out. Think about what I want for my birthday? I already know. I want to become a pig, like my Daddy Steve. That night I did not have a wink of sleep. My mind kept pacing through all the different pig things I could do. And because of that I had a hard on as stiff as metal. 6am and I got up. In nothing but my boxer briefs I walked into the Kitchen. Daddy Steve was already awake and sitting at the island. ‘Happy birthday son!’ he galloped around the island tackled me into a massive hug. ‘Oh! Thank you Dad!’ ‘How does it feel?’ He asked as he loosened his grip, ‘You know. You being 18?’ ‘I don’t know. I still feel like I am 17. It has only been a few hours.’ I laughed. Daddy Steve grinned .’Oh, you will feel the difference. You will feel it soon enough.’ He moved back to the island. I leant over the other side. ‘Have you thought about what you want for your birthday?’ ‘You know what I want Dad. I want to become a pig, like you. I want to feel free and enlightened and enhance that confidence by not being ashamed for who I am.’ Daddy Steve smiled. ‘Where do I start dad?’ Daddy Steve chuckled. ‘you’re a spry kid, you know.’ And he patted me on the back. ‘Well?’ ‘Well what?’ ‘When do I start?’ ‘… First you need to condone it. Give up your rights. All your rights. Everything that is you, you need to give it up.’ ‘To you?’ ‘No…’ Said a familiar voice from the entrance, ‘To me.’ Daddy John stood at the entrance. He was wearing nothing but leather chaps, a black leather jockstrap with silver studs around the pocket of the pouch. Black gauntlets with pointy studs covering the back of them, a leather harness that shaped perfectly around his hairy muscle pecs, and a black leather barat. My cock saluted him instantly. ‘If you want to be a piglet. You give up all your body, your soul and everything that comes with it, to me.’ My whole life he had control over me. I was under his gruelling obligation to do what he told me to do. It was why I had good grades, why I was so good at football. It was all because of him, so what difference does it make now that I am 18. Like a moth to a flame I found myself saying the words ‘Daddy John, I give up all my adult rights to you.’ Daddy John grabbed me by the throat and pushed me up against the Fridge. Locked eyes. His brown opals pulled me into that obsequious state of feel. Daddy John has control over me. I didn’t move. I allowed him to hold me tight on the throat, wedged against the fridge and him. He rubbed the back of his left hand down my chest and torso. I could the tips of the spikes to his gauntlets scrape against my skin. His fingers tucked into the band of me briefs and with one swift, he ripped them off leaving my rock hard cock exposed. He broke his stare and looked down. Noticed my throbbing knob leak pre cum. ‘Mmm. Lick your old man’. His tone was low like a growl. ‘Steve! Grab the tube’. Daddy Steve left the kitchen. Daddy John gripped my cock and begun stroking it. My eyes rolled to the back of my head. ‘Look at me boy’. I looked back. His piercing eyes pulled me back in to his dominating grip. His pace picked up. My horniness was on an extreme high from holding off for so long. I knew I was not going to last. And with the notion of knowing that it was my father doing this to me took me to an intense level of intimacy. Daddy Steve returned, and just in time. I felt my balls tighten up. My body shivered. My breath quickened. Daddy John chuckled that deep burly chuckle of his. I lost control. Daddy Steve moved the tube under my cock. Jets and jets of cum spewed out of cock and Daddy Steve caught it. With every jet of cum I felt my horniness drain out of me. My energy sucked out of my body through my orgasm. ‘Good lad’. Daddy John’s lip perked up. He seemed pleased. Daddy Steve sealed the tube and left the room. I was wrecked from that intense orgasm but Daddy John did not let go of my cock, ‘You’re my little faggot boy now’. Daddy Steve was not joking when he said Daddy john likes him in a state where he was not feeling horny. And this is where Daddy John had me right now. ‘I need to sit down’. Attempting to speak while my throat was crushed by Daddy John’s grip. ‘Is my little faggot tired? Does he want to rest?.. Too bad.’ he moved in close. His manly lips close to mine. His salt and pepper beard lightly touching my face ‘I own you boy. Today I am going to take your virginity. Today I breed you. Today… I will make you my POZ faggot piglet.’ With that he planted his lips on mine. The strength of his mouth forced my mouth open, I felt his massive tongued forced its way into my mouth. It was like a suction cap. He let go of my throat and moved his hand behind my head to press my face harder into his pash. My tongued couldn’t help but massage his tongue. His beard scratched against my boyish virgin skin. He pulled me in close to his hairy muscly body with his free arm and held me tight. His hand crawled down the to my lower back. Fingers trailed down my left ass cheek. He gripped it tight and lifted me up. Naturally my legs wrapped around his solid waist. Daddy John walked us to the kitchen table. I could sense Daddy Steve hand returned. Daddy John finally broke his pash and lowered me onto the surface of the table. Daddy Steve walked to the far end of the table and grabbed a hold of my ankles. Daddy John stepped back slightly. I watched him in his full dominance. The shape of his body enhanced by the leather harness and light of the sun shining through the windows. He moved his big hands to his crunch and rubbed it a little. Then, he quickly unsnapped the pouch to his jockstrap unleashing his rock hard 12.5inch cock. The veins pulsed down his thick shaft as it saluted the Australian flag. And his knob glisten through the massive amounts of pre cum oozing through the slit. Daddy John precums a lot. Another similarity between he and I. Something Daddy John picked up on. Then I realised. His huge cock was not going to fit in my tiny ass hole. I didn’t want it anymore. I was drained from my orgasm and I no longer wanted to do this. that feeling I spoke to Daddy Steve about. Fear replaced excitement. I have only been 18 for a few hours and now I am about to lose my virginity to my father who is HIV positive and is going to convert me. I had to stop this. Put a pause on it and let me readjust my thoughts and maybe reconsider the idea of being a pig. God dam it! I hated how my frame of mind changes when I blow my load. I trailed my eyes up Daddy John’s hairy body until I reached his eyes. He was watching me. The right side of his lip tightened. It was like he was reading my mind. ‘I own you boy. You are my property.’ He moved in close. His hands rapped around my thighs pressing them against the table, spreading my ass cheeks wider, leaving my virgin hole fully exposed. The heat radiated off Daddy Johns cock only inches away. ‘Stop Dad. I don’t want to do this.’ A voice from behind ‘Son, you gave your rights away a moment ago.’ Daddy Steve looked down on me ‘You have no choice. To be a pig you need to accept it no matter how much you don’t want it. It’s the only way.’ ‘I don’t want to be a…’ Daddy John pressed his cock against my virgin hole ‘Argh!’. Daddy John rubbed his knob in a circular motion, rubbing his precum on my rectum. ‘This is the only lube you will get.’ He pressed harder. My hole wouldn’t give way, but his strength was to strong and overpower my rectum. My hole was unwillingly forced open. ‘ARGH!!’ I cried against the intense bolt of pain shooting through my ass, stiffening my body. The skin of his knob gripped against the skin of my hole. Daddy John is a strong man and I knew it would not take much to break his way in. I held my breath in my throat. My body paralysed in the fear and shock of the invasion but I managed to press my hands against Daddy Johns hairy chest. but Daddy Steve quickly grabbed my wrists and held them up over my head, pinning them tight. I was completed exposed. ‘You need to relax son. John won’t stop. It will be less painful if you relax your body.’ ‘No! Stop! I DON’T WANT THIS – AHH!!’ I couldn’t relax. It finally gave way. Daddy Johns knob broke through the ring of my hole. I felt a sharp fullness with an intense burning sensation. My inner walls were splitting. Daddy John gave a deep burly moan within his abdomen. ‘Son. When Daddy John starts to fuck. He won’t stop until he has pumped his load deep in you.’ ‘Oh God! Please Stop!!’ ‘BOY!!’ Daddy John growled. I looked back at him with glazed watery eyes, ‘My cock is going in. Your old man is taking your virginity and it is going to hurt.’ He spoke in third person,’ Your dad is going to fuck and wreck your hole until he infects you with his POZ load. YOU. BOY. You are going to accept it whether you like it or not. You are becoming the pig you want to be. It is the only way.’ For a moment he just looked into my soul. My now impure soul… then he pushed. I couldn’t resist and his cock forced it way into my hole. His cock gripped against the inner walls of my rectum like sand paper scraping against a wooden surfaces. I groaned in pain. My mind went into a state of chaos. Telling itself that my hole will be ok. It won’t be that bad… but it was that bad. My hole was not going to be the same again. My body felt full. I could have sworn Daddy John had his full length in me. ‘You’re only 5inchs in boy.’ He was reading my mind. He pushed harder forcing more of himself into me. ‘You are raping me. STOP.’ Thinking that would make Daddy John reconsider doing this. he only chuckled. ‘I’ll go to the police Dad, if you continue doing this,’ ‘You devoted your life to me boy. You are MINE! I will do this. J will break your hole in and infect you with my HIV. I own you pig boy. You go to the police. That will not stop your old man.’ He pushed further in. his veining cock gripped into the inner walls of my ass. It was too much for me and everything went black. I don’t know how long I was out. But I remember waking up to that same intense pain with Daddy John fucking me hard and fast. ‘Argh!!’ ‘You’re awake. Good. Daddy John wants you awake. He doesn’t want you to miss out on your first experience.’ ‘Steve. He is bleeding.’ ‘Good. The bug will catch on quicker John.’ I looked down at Daddy John. His muscles glistened. Biceps were tensed from his grip against my thighs. The hair on his chest was matted and his forehead beaded with sweat. He kept throwing his head back in ecstasy. His pumping seemed to feel a little easier in my hole. It must be the blood lubricating the friction. I wept. I couldn’t believe this was happening. Yes. My dad’s were right. I asked for it. But the reality of it was completely different. I thought my dad’s were to protect me from these things. Protect me from predators. They are the predators. They’re the rapists. ‘Yeah that it faggot. You’re taking your old man’s dick. You’re being bred.’ I cried like a six year old boy. There was nothing I can do. My mind separated itself from my body in a way to deal with the torture. Daddy John’s pelvis was thumping against my ass. His balls smacked my ass with every pump. His pubic hair scratched against my sensitive skin intensifying the burning sensation. Daddy John groaned. I felt his cock expand even more inside my hole. ‘I’m going to infect you boy.’ Then he moved his arms behind the back of my knees and closed his big strong hands behind my head, pulling my while body in closer. My face was an inch away from his face. My eyes locked with his. There was a look of determination behind his brown eyes. Beads of sweat from his forehead dripped on my face. Some in my mouth. Then, He locked lips with mine. His tongue invaded my mouth. I struggled to breathe. He groan as his thrusts became shorter and more frequent. He groaned into my mouth and held his pelvis tight against my arse. He pulsed inside my hole. He was cumming. Injecting me with his infected load. I could feel his cock pump jet after jet of cum into my wrecked ass. He broke his kiss and groaned loud. ‘I’m infecting you boy! Feel that POZ load filling your hole. Feel it claiming your body! Ahhh!!.’ It felt like it went for 10mins or so. Finally he fell limp on top of me. His weight pinned me down and I could hardly breathe. His sweat slick on my body. Finally he lifted himself off. His cock, while still rock hard, slid out of my hole. Suddenly there was a cool breeze across my rectum. I couldn’t control my ass muscles, a moment later I felt cum pure out of my ass. Daddy Steve let go of my wrists and I lifted myself up. Before me stood Daddy John. Hands on his hips huffing and puffing from the intense bang he just unleashed. I trailed down his sweaty muscly body to see his rock hard cock glistening with cum juices. There were streaks of blood as well. A reminder that he made sure there was direct access for his bug to enter my system. ‘How could you do that dad.’ I wept. ‘you are my father. You are supposed to protect me.’ Daddy John grunted. He was displeased. ‘Piglet. This is what you wanted. This is what you signed up to a moment ago.’ His voice was cold with malice. ‘I’m going to the police.’ ‘Go. Boy. You do that. I assure you this. You won’t file that rape complaint. And you will come back for more of your old man’s cock. I said this before. You choose your own destiny.’ And Daddy John walked out of the kitchen ‘Right now, you are not seeing things straight.’ Daddy Steve ‘It’s that state of mind I spoke to you about son. Your father is right. You will come back for more. And I promise you this. When you do. Daddy John will punish you for it. Remember that.’ Daddy Steve followed his husband leaving me in a pool of infected cum.

=== THAT AFTERNOON === "Hey, you still lookin?" said the picless message. Sniffies chat popped in. Ignore! Hah. No time for faceless chats. Oh wait ... ... dammit -- I'd accidentally logged in as an old account. The account still had my ass pic hangin out there. I usually login with my dick pic aimed right at those willing btms, hehe. But this time I clicked too many buttons too quickly and wound up looking like an ass, literally. Cock pic arrived. From same guy. Pants on, put pulled back to show a thick and flacid with big bull balls. Then another pic. Rock hard cockpic from above like his POV. Damn, what to do with this hot mess?! LOL. I thought about it ... my ass & bowels had been cooperative this morning. No, I do not clean out every morning -- I'm not power bottom, but I know my body well enough to know that I could bottom if pressed into bottoming service. "Hey, damn man. Nice package." I chatted back. Notice I avoided answering his question about whether I was looking. "Thx. Nice ass there". He replied. "Horny and need to bust a load" Mr. Faceless thick cock replied. "Nice, I get that" is all I could cum up with. Who was this guy? Profile claimed he was white 32yo 6' 240# married bi guy. No mention of cock size. "You got some lined up already?" Well damn! This guy was sounding a bit slutty. "No" "Wouldn't mind fucking a few loads in you" my jaw dropped 😮 "U bb?" I asked, niavely. I mean he claimed to be bi & married. "Yeah feels better" He persisted: "Where are you at?" I told him the hotel I was staying at. "I'm about 15mins from there. Just leaving the gym" I looked at the clock. 4:00pm. Seemed early for a gym, but OK. Could I be ready for random thick cock in 15mins?! Jeeze! "I can be ready then" I took a gamble, fuck! "Great. I'll swing by and dump this load up your ass. " 😮 "Np. I'll put on some big tittie porn and be ass up on edge of bed then?" "Yea man. Leaving now" I scrambled. Quick douche, pop open str8 porn, get rags for cleanup, prop the hotel door, and before I knew it: Sniffie chat. "Parked. What room again?" I chatted him the reminder or confirmation. I didn't want to peak through the window ... and turned down the lights ... and damn! My Heart was racing!! He could be a crazy person! The chick from the porno flick I have going was moaning ... I waited ... Next thing I know I hear the hotel door slam shut. I jump. "Just me" says this young deep voice. "OK" I whimper. I hear russling of clothes, something popping, then ... "Oh shit, you got lube man?" says the young deep voice. "Yea" and I reach over to the nighstand to give it to him. I take a peak at him. Tall guy, short black hair, black T-shirt, great beefy pale butt on him -- just his pants were gone -- and giant calves and and hairy muscled legs. This guy was pretty fit. Duh, I remember that about his Sniffies profile now: "fit muscular bi". I couldn't see his cock because his THICK trunk thighs blocked any view from behind. He turned away from the nightstand, I got a glimpse of a toned forearm under the T-shirt, but I quickly shoved my face back down into the pillow. "When you last take a load off?" I asked to cut the ice. Why did I ask that question? it sounded like stupid small talk. "3 days man." he quipped. "Too long. You need your cock sucked?" I whimpered in the pillow. "Nah, already rock hard." I could tell he was standing behind me now. I felt something on my asshole. Damn it was his cockhead. Had I used my buttplug earlier? To loosen up my ass? Yes! I had remembered to shove the butt plug in after the quick cleanup... His thick cockhead popped into my ass. "Loosen up man." he ordered. "Too close to cumming." I tried to relax. No poppers. Damnit! Both of his hands then grabbed my waste. His hands were large but soft. I felt my hole being forced open by the girth of this anonymous dude's cock. Up above me I heard him sigh in relief. His dick was feeling the warmth and wetness of a hole wrapped around his bare cock. "Fuck I'm close" he blurtered out. "Yea? Pound that ass man" I encouraged him. I looked back between my own legs to see his hairy thighs again and this time his bull balls. His balls were already tight against up against his body. I guess he really wouldn't last long so checked my watch: 4:21. He started pounding my ass. His thrusting fast n furious. I heard the chick moaning in the flick and my buns slapping against this dudes cock. It was happening too fast. He stopped thrusting. I didn't feel anything in my ass. Was this guy cumming? "Shit man, I can't hold it" he moaned. "Shove that cock in balls deep man! Dump that big load up my ass!" I yelled back at him. 1 more thrust. Then I felt all 240# of this man lean into my ass. He moaned loudly. He shuddered all through his body against me. I saw two muscled forarms clamped down on each side of my shoulders. He was slightly bending over me from the orgasmic quaking. Then I felt a pulse in my ass. His big 3 day load was cuming! The dude stayed leaned against my ass, balls deeps, but didn't thrust anymore. He was still breathing heavily against the back of my neck. The chick was still moaning on the porno flick. "Damn man, wish I could have lasted longer." he apologized. "No prob. You needed to bust." I replied. He whipped his raw cock out of my hole so fast it felt like a reverse smack. "Yea. Told ya I'd dump a load up your ass" he walked away and I heard him russling with his clothes. "Yup no problem. I always feel better after a bust like that." I said, thought I thought he didn't say it was going to be a quickie. Anyways, I got myself up out of position, and walked away from him and towards the bathroom. I heard him shuffling around the hotel carpet, probably towards the door. "OK, I'm gonna head out of here. Chat you later buddy." he said nicely. "Sure thing, Sounds good" I said from the bathroom. 4:26pm said my watch. Damn he dumped fast! I stood there in the bathroom and shoved a finger up my hole. What a cummy mess! And his cum smelled rank!! === NEXT MORNING === Sniffies chat. Fit "bi married" dude again. 7:24am said my watch. "Hey, you up?" his chat said. "Yea, getting ready for work" I replied. "When do you leave?" he asked. Oh I know where this is going. "Need to be heading out by 8:15" I said. "I can drop by now" he said bluntly. "Oh, your balls fill up fast." I smiled in chat. "Yea. Wife hasn't put out in awhile." he blurted. Wife? BB?! wow. "Just be ass up like before and I'll load it up again." wow this guy was persistent. "OK. I can do that" I relented. "Great. See you in a bit. Thx buddy!" he quipped. This time I had to peak out the window. Who was this guy who woke up and thought about some OK ass to fuck & use? "Parked" came the chat 15mins later. I took a peak out the window. Well fuck me [jaw drop]: he looked like Dave Franco's brother from another mother. A bit thicker than Franco, thicker neck, less hair, ... and He was dressed in a white button up and black slacks. No neck tie but clearly professional office guy. I remembered his soft hands. But why anon? Did he think nobody would ever see him? Or did he really just want some no strings ass?! Anyways, footsteps are coming so I got into position. Heard the Franco look-a-like open the hotel door and close it back behind him. I'd forgot to turn on the porn so went to reach for my laptop to turn it on. I heard him unbuckle the belt holding up his slacks. This time I reached around behind me -- his cock wasn't going to get away from my hands or mouth this time. "Damn, you're hard already man." I felt his rock hard shaft between my fingers. It wasn't rock hard but was thick and more than semihard. "Yea, I'm horny in the morning. Spread your butt cheeks open." he commanded. I did as he said, and felt that thick cockhead push against my fuckhole again, and as he pushed hard his cock popped into my ass. He grabbed my waist again and slowly pushed his raw cock up my ass until his bull balls sat against my legs. A clean, manscaped scent filled the room. It must be his aftershave or cologne. The guy likes to dress well for work so might as well smell well too. Then my mind raced: this handsome, clean shaven, white collar dude's raw cock was up inside my bare ass. What would the wife think? and the coworkers? My mind raced back to reality .... The Franco-looking fucker starting pounding hard n fast. His metal belt buckle was making a lot of racket from how furious he pounded. This time the fuck felt like a real str8 guy furiously fucking a pussy. Not like before. I reached from underneath and grabbed his bull balls. They hung lower than yesterday ... maybe deflated some. Hard and faster he pounded now. The ass slapping sounds were only drowned out by the belt buckle sounds. "Oh man ... [panting] here it cums [panting]" he blurted out. "Fuck yea man, load up ..." I started to say but Franco interrupted with a LOUD moan and a full thrust into my ass. Well damn. Franco was already dumping his morning load! "Oh fuck" he said, and thrust balls deep again. I didn't feel a pulse from his cock, but a warm sensation started to fill my fuckhole: cum! "Damn man" I blurted. "Yea." he said and whipped out his raw cock from my cumhole. He bent over behind my bare, used ass to grap his black slacks and zip up. "Geeze man, you're like a bull in heat." I chuckled. Franco laughed. "Yea. Just need some ass to dump in." He slapped my butt. "Right? ... when full" I tried small chat but ... "... Already gotta get to work." he interrupted. "You leaving today?" I heard him walking towards the door. "Yea checkout at 11" I said flabergasted. "Do late checkout. I'll swing by during lunch and load up your ass again". Wow, another load?! I thought to myself. I hadn't said anything yet to Franco ... "That work?" he stopped and repeated. "Oh yea." I said dumbfounded. "OK great. Thx again buddy." The door slammed shut. Franco's look-a-like brother was a selfish breeder.

Made a discreet profile on a4a to get around my boyfriend because he hasn’t put out for some time. We are monogamous.. so I have to be really careful. He’s a bottom only type and has a small dick, but mine is decent and love dropping a load in him. Used to drop my babies in him often. Now he’s just holding out on me all the time. I’m a thick white 6’ blu eyes brown hair, hairy guy. I’m a slut and don’t have a type as long as we can get naked and get off. back to the present. I find another guy that is also looking to hook up on the DL on a4a. He’s 5’10” good looking black top, thick 8”. walked to his place, which is in my neighborhood, smoke some weed, and let him fuck me on his partners bed. Doesn’t take him long to drop his load in me.

John and Matt wake up in the morning. John is really hungover. Matt is a bit hungover. John is also incredibly embarrassed about having sex in front of a room of people. Matt is embarrassed because John is embarrassed. Matt wants to go to the parade, but John wants to go home and sleep off the hangover. The boys kiss and part ways agreeing to meet for dinner. Matt slips on some running shorts and a tank top and sneakers to go to the parade. By the time he arrives, the parade is going. He sees the group from the party house and hangs out with them. They have a cooler of bloody marys and Matt drinks. His hangover is going away as the parade goes by. Matt regularly feels hands on his ass as he hangs out with this group. At first, he pushes them away but as he relaxes and drinks his bloody marys; he lets the hands roam. Matt is getting turned on by all the attention. Matt leans over the barricade a bit to see the next floats go by and a band. As they do, Matt feels a very large cock pressed on his ass crack. He lets it stay there. It is very hard. The owner of the cock rubs it on Matt’s ass crack, Matt spreads his legs to leg the cock have more room. Matt feels a finger slide up inside his running shorts and finds his hole. The finger slips into his ass and the guy says, “Is his cum still inside you from last night?” Matt knows it’s the host from the party – an older guy with a beer belly and greying hair, but he doesn’t care. Matt answers, “Maybe.” A few minutes later, Matt’s naked behind a dumpster getting fucked bareback by the party host’s big cock. The host says, “All those months I wanted your ass and you teased me, but here you are naked behind a dumpster taking my raw cock. You like my big dick in you?” Matt moans, “Yes.” The party host’s belly is on Matt’s back as his raw cock is buried in his ass. Matt is moaning loudly as the party host is sawing his large cock in and out of Matt. The party host says, “Not going to last long in you. Do you want me to shoot inside you?” Matt pushes his ass back and says, “Do it. Shoot in my ass.” The party host cums in Matt’s hole. Matt feels the cock pull out of him, rests his body on the brick wall in front of him, and looks back to see the host’s cock. He sees the large cock slipping from his ass coated in cum. Matt says, “My ass feels so open from your cock.” Matt and the host chuckle. Matt pulls up his running shorts and finds his tank top. As they head back to the street, the parade is ending and the host’s roommate and his friends are hauling the cooler back to the apartment. Matt helps them home and says his goodbyes. He is tipsy from the bloody marys, but wants to get home. John and Matt meet up that night, eat, fuck, sleep. The boys talk about their public sex and decide they will ask the host to delete the photos. The following week, John’s job announces they decided to accept his transfer to Austin. John’s company had a training program attached to University of Texas, Austin for which John had applied. It’s a fairly rigorous work/Masters program. Matt is sad. John is excited, but sad to leave Matt. The talk about making it work long distance. Matt is apprehensive, but he knows John is going to leave for Austin. If Matt wants John, this is what he has to accept. John would normally need to be in Austin later in the summer, but he decides to go early to get settled in. As Spring rolls into Summer, John is settled in Austin. Matt comes for a visit. The boys fuck all weekend. John cums in Matt every time. Matt loves feeling John’s cock pulse as it shoots cum inside him. Its become one of his favorite sensations. Matt and John are sad when it comes time to part. Matt says he can come back in a few weeks. John and Matt chat online almost every day and talk a couple times a week. One day, Matt comes home to a couple missed calls from John and a message. Matt calls him back and John picks up. John’s voice is off. He says, “Matt. I tested positive for gonorrhea. You need to get tested.” Matt is dumbstruck. He says he had just been tested prior to meeting John, but he will get tested again. John says, “I think it was one of the guys I’ve messed around with since I got to Austin, but I wanted to let you know.” The words hit Matt like he was punched in the stomach. Matt groans. John asks if Matt is ok. Matt is quiet, but finds his words. “John, you have been sleeping with other people? I thought we weren’t doing that. We only fuck bareback. You are always shooting inside me. I’ve trusted you.” John is offended. He says, “Matt you rode me bareback the first time we met. You never asked for exclusivity. You love getting fucked raw. Guys who fuck raw get STDs. I know I’m not the only guy who has fucked you bareback. You told me so. Don’t get all hurt because I’ve fucked other guys.” Matt gets angry. The boys fight. John hangs up on Matt. Matt goes and gets tested. Matt is less anxiety ridden at the clinic this time. He tells the counselor why he is there. He gets the safe sex lecture. The results come back – negative for everything. Fuck John. Matt calls him, leaves a message and says he is negative. John does not call back.

This is definitely something worth trying. I love being pushed to my limits. I love piss and would totally be okay drinking random Men’s piss. A lot of Men spit into urinals too, which is hot too. A lot of Men tell me I’m a urinal anyway, might as well do the job whenever I can. My ideal scenario would look more like the image attached. 😋

Fuck yeah, that's what I love to hear. It's one of those things you just can't replicate with an open relationship or ask for. If he had your permission, that would take away all the fun of constantly guessing if he's cheating and finding out what he says/does when he thinks you aren't looking. I'd bet your sex life has actually improved since he started cheating. I've cheated with boys while secretly keeping their bfs in the loop so they can get a first row seat to watching their boyfriends authentically cheating on them and not just some open relationship roleplay/cuckoldry. Funnily enough, in that kind of set up, they'd tell me their relationship improved and felt more exciting. That or they realized monogamy wasn't their thing haha. A few years back, before Tumblr cracked down on porn blogs, I had an account totally dedicated to real amateur cheating and cheating encouragement/captions OC. Was called "Gay Cheaters" if you google it + tumblr and sadly there's only a fraction of the content still there, but surprised that any is still floating around. Was close to 100k followers before it got taken down and from what I could find at the time, there was barely any gay cheating/cuckolding related porn anywhere--which is why I made it in the first place. Had tons of guys messaging me about how hot it was and their plans to cheat or watch their bf get fucked by someone else. Even ended up meeting some in person and fucking them, their bfs or partner swapping my bf at the time. I like to imagine that I helped spread gay cheating as a fetish, in some small form or another, and love seeing it becoming more popular over time. I'll post some of my stories and pics sometime if people are interested.

8, with my male cousin. Continued through high school. We each got married so we stopped meeting when we were in our 20’s. I divorced when I was in my 40s and started seeing and living with a series of men. My cousin’s wife passed away a few years ago. We reconnected and are sucking …and doing much more…together. We are now both in our late 60s

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The writing gives you a visual effect of actually not just being there but of being part of it. Cant get much better!!!...MORE please lol

I often frequent the Blue Store booths, having started going when I was 19 to get random anonymous blow jobs, maybe suck some cock myself. The first time I visited the place I was staying at a friend's place on 20th Street, and as my boyfriend at the time wasn't really into sucking me off, I was walking the street one night, feeling kind of horny, when a guy on the Avenue gave me the eye and gestured for me to follow him. We stepped into the sex shop and he headed straight to the back. Although I had been in the shop a few times, I had never before visited the booths, so I was both nervous and excited as hell. I went into one booth and he entered the adjacent one. I noticed the slot on the partition and knew exactly what went down here, so I passed me a dollar through the slot and I fed the viewing machine, unzipped and let him take my throbbing hard cock into his mouth. The head was amazing and I let myself get into the feeling of having this random guy just work my pole. He slid something into my hand and I realized it was a bottle of poppers, so I took a hit and I pulsated with pleasure. This was the best head I had ever received. It wasn't just his talented mouth, it was the entire experience. The detachment from his humanity: just a disembodied mouth and my cock protruding from the wall. No grubby hands touching me, no 'let's cuddle' talks. It was just the design of the experience that held me. Needless to say I blew a huge steamy load in his mouth and promptly ducked out of there. That was before I was pozzed, before I started taking anonymous loads in my ass. After I found out my status I pretty much became a major cum whore, and the first thing I wanted to do was go to the booths and take some raw cock. Like this past Tuesday night, for example. It seems it was Top-Tuesday and every anonymous raw glory hole top in Manhattan wanted to get some boy ass without all the contact. I walked into the Blue Store ready with poppers, my ass totally cleaned out and lots of one dollar bills. Entering the booth section of the store, I saw a guy who is ALWAYS there. I'm not kidding. I see him almost every time I'm there and if I go to the booths at least twice a week, he is almost always there. Hell - he's on a first-name basis with the damn staff. But he had a great cock and loves to get fucked raw so I always oblige. I actually love fucking him. He must be so diseased up and nasty by now the thought of it makes me throb. I like to give it to him hard and for a long time. He's always clean, never a messy situation which is very much appreciated. Nothing worse that getting a dirty dick without at least a sink around (yeah, Starbuck's cock-washes have happened). I like to keep the 'use the booth, please' guys happy and feed the machine but when that light goes on and I get to actually see in detail what my cock looks like sliding in and out of his ass. I just have to savor the moment and take a hot of poppers and watch myself fuck. Usually this guy will give me the signal that he wanted to plow my ass and I bend over but I think I got a little too into ramming him because he had to stop. When he left, this ass-eating guy bent me over and sucked my hole for a while. Then he slid his cock through and I just slipped my wet ass lips right on his pole. He moaned really loudly. I let him fuck me and he kept pulling out to taste my ass and then fuck some more. He came real heavy and deep and I squeezed my ass to get every drop. Then I sucked him clean. As soon as he left this black guy came in and just whipped out an enormous uncut cock that pointed down and to the left. Cummy and wet I just slid onto him and with in a few stroked he loaded me up. He pulled out really fast and I felt some cum slop to the floor. He seemed kind of freaked out that he just fucked me raw and ran out. Afterwards I took maybe two or three more random, not very noteworthy loads from average dicks which came really fast - three-stroke wonders, so to speak. I don't actually mind this because I get to to tally my loads faster. But the last guy was a different ass-eater and he was GREAT at it. I was squealing like a little bitch and when he stood up to get his dick in me it felt like it just kept sliding in forever. His dick was HUGE! He was white, maybe light skinned Latino and fucked like every man should, with long hard deep thrusts that hurt. I was poppered out of my mind to take that cock but held my own and pushed my cummy little ass right against that partition and took it like a champ. I knew he was poz because right before he came he asked "You want it pig bitch?" loudly enough for everyone to hear. Of course I replied "Yes, give it to me." With that he grunted, blowing his load into my decidedly creamy hole growling "Take it, take it, take all of that dirty load boy FUCK YEAH!" He was honestly really loud and I'm usually not verbal at the booths but I edged him on and thanked him for the dirty load as I stroked my cock to completion. I left what must have been a half a cup of poz cum on the floor of the booth. When I zipped up, cleaned off and stepped into the store guys were smiling at me and my frequent booth buddy was grinning like the Cheshire Cat. I walked out of there a little embarrassed and all I could think of was (a) "Damn, I need a cigarette," and ( "Hope I don't have a huge wet stain on my jeans." xoxo Jack

I recently bred a college trans guy for the first time. It was fucking hot, all he cared about was taking my raw dick and having me cum inside him. Definitely planning on breeding him again (and hopefully pozzing him). Never considered fucking a ftm guy before him but now I wanna do it over and over, definitely a hot experience everyone should try at least once.

Nick is feeling much better and is fully recovered from the fuck Flu now. Jerry wants to put to work and will be pimping the both of us out to chasers who want a boy like Nick and me to Poz them. The deal works this , first you pay Jerry 50% of the money then the both of us will come over and give you our Poz cum and bring the party supplies to help you take what we are about to do to your hole, when you turn Poz you pay the rest and if you don’t become Poz in 2 months we will set up another appointment and do it again. As I have done this before 6 years ago when I first become Poz by Jerry I know what has to be done, with Nick having no idea whats expected of him I will help him on his first tour. We get to the house and this guy has some place and takes us to his play room, as this guy is into heavy BDSM and Nick has never seen a place like this. He ask how long I have been Poz and I say 6 years and off meds 6 months and how long has Nick been Poz just a few weeks as he rubs his hand over Nick face. We get down to business and once he see our naked bodies his eyes can look away as I take his arm and tie it off and see the flash of blood in the syringe and the look in his eyes and I push the plunger in. Nick eyes are looking at the table of syringe I laid out with his wet lips saying can I have one. I take a few shards of Tina and put them in his soon to be wreck hole, Nick takes out the family tooth brush that has wreck so many holes even my own. I tell him to put the tooth brush in his mouth and use it like he is brushing his teeth, when he is finish and his hole is no longer burning I take the brush had use it oh his hole till its nick and pink and Nick had a raging hard on. Nick does not have a Prince Albert yet to help cut the inside his hole up like I have.Nick spends no time getting his 8 inch dick in his hole as I get behind Nick and kiss his neck and work his soon to be pierced nipples. Nick can’t control him self by hold back and dumps his first load in real fast, as that is what happens with young boys.We have this guy so fuck up I take Nick over to the sling and spread his legs with and burry my face in his hole and work my tongue in deep and once he is ready I fuck him for a good hour before I explode in his hole. I know Jerry wont be happy as we are to give this guy all our loads, so we go back to work on him. I give him a few loads and some heavy slams and Nick last load in this guy I give Nick a slam just as he is shooting his load but only half and fill the rest of the syringe with Nick toxic blood then I give that syringe to the guy we are here to Poz. A few weeks later we hear he was very sick with the fuck flu and to celebrate Jerry takes to our friend to get his body piercings, Nick will get his nose , nipples, prince albert , tongue and guiche piercing just like me.

It was the other way around for me. Went to visit grandparents and had to share a room with my uncle, dads youngest brother. I was 12, and he was 5 years older than me. Hot summer night and no a/c, window and curtains open for air circulation. He was snoring, and the moonlight lit his bed and I got curious. I lifted the sheet, and then the leg opening of his boxers. That was my first sight of an uncut cock. I got real close to get a better look. Suddenly, he quietly said "What are you doing"? I about jumped out of my skin. When my heart rate finally returned to normal, we talked, and he explained it was normal to be curious, then he said we should get to sleep. The next night I went to bed before him, this time I was naked under my sheet. Sometime later, uncle got in his bed. I pretended I was sleeping but peeked with one eye and saw he had his boxers on. After he fell asleep, I got out of my bed, and kneeling naked next to his bed, I again lifted the sheet, and slipped my hand in the leg of his boxers and wrapped my hand around his cock. It started to grow, then he woke up, pulled my hand away and said this had to stop and get in my bed and cover myself up. He sat on the side of his bed and was telling me that what I was doing was wrong, but his cock was now hard and sticking out of the fly of his boxers. I pulled the sheet off and sat facing him on the side of my bed and started playing with my cock. Again, he told me that this needs to stop, but I didn't. He got up and came at me like maybe he was going to hit me. Standing, the full length of his cock was now hanging out of the fly. He bent down and pulled my hands away from my cock and growled "What the hell is wrong with you"? I reached out and grasped his cock and he stood bolt upright like he was hit by lightening. But he did't pull away, he stood there and let me start to jack his cock. I was amazed at the foreskin and how wet and shiny the head was. I pulled the boxers down, and he stepped out of them, then he took my hand, had me stand and he pulled my close and hugged me. We only touched each other that night. The next morning while feeding the chickens, he stressed that we would never do anything like that again and to never talk of it. By the end of that summer on the farm, uncle and I were sucking each other off every night.

"Hey, yeah, how high is your viral load right now?" I smiled as he told me his 500,000 VL, and I suggested "Awesome, be here as soon as you can." That was the third friend that Daddy and I had contacted. None of the guys were on meds. I'm certain that had it not been for the ball gag in his mouth, that I would hear my younger brother's screams from the basement playroom. My Daddy came over, we tugged on each other's nipples and we kissed. "I fucking love doing this, you know. Part of me wanted to poz you this way - to have all my buddies over to breed your cunt." "I didn't know that, Daddy. What made you decide to poz me on your own?" "You're mine. You were mine from the moment I saw you. And I fucking love you. It's my virus running through your veins, my virus that you spread. I've claimed you down to your fucking DNA." "Well, now we have that bitch downstairs, we're pozzing him together, SIR." "I knew we would poz a boy's cunt together, but I never thought it would be that brat brother of yours." I grinned at my Daddy. The doorbell rang. A few of our gym buddies had arrived. "Hey fellas. So, where is this prime neg asshole that we're pozzing tonight?" asked one of our buddies, a very hot blatino muscle stud, with a huge 0 gauge PA. "He's downstairs, buddy" my Daddy replied. He has two poz loads in him, so don't use any lube." "Sweet," and with that he went downstairs to join the other two buddies who were already downstairs. Turning to me, Daddy asked "So baby boy. Ready to go downstairs and poz-up your lying faggot brother?" "Yes SIR." We went downstairs were we found my brother was in the sling. His muffled screams of protest were music to my ears. Our blatino buddy was stroking his dick, and two white muscle studs were going back and forth on his hole. I didn't know how much my brother was used to taking, but these hung studs were sure to wreck his cunt. Revenge had never looked so hot as it did then. Five poz fuckers, one unwilling neg bitch in the sling, knowing full well what would become of him, what we all had in store for him. One of the white muscle studs began to pound him with all the might and power that only a roided-out muscle stud can handle. It's a metric shit-ton by the way. Gentleness was not on the menu with this guy, as the tears running down my brother's face could attest. The top grunted "Yeah, bitch. Gonna poz you up, fucker. Time to stop acting like you don't like it!!!" Then the top grunted and unloaded, his huge thick creamy poz cum, mingling with my Daddy's load, and with my own poz load. Now, when the these guys got together, usually we'd be fighting each other to felch-out that creamy, cum-filled ass, but this night wasn't about our hunger, it was about pozzing this bastard. Every drop of virus-laden cum had to stay in his cheating pussy. About then the stud, who's face was covered in sweat, pulled out of my brother's cunt, and his partner entered my brother, and within a couple of minutes he unloaded his potent strain into my brother's ass. I smiled as I thought about the four loads of toxic sperm claiming my brother's pussy, seeping into his bloodstream. Our blatino buddy was next. While still wearing a PA, He jammed his beercan dick into my brother in one hateful stroke. My brother's scream was muffled by the gag. The blatino guy piston-fucked my brother from the start, churning the cum up in the process, so his fat his dick was covered with froth, which honestly looked hot on his his dark brown meat. I looked at my brother's stretched asshole as he took that monster cock. Watching our buddy fuck my brother, I was very relieved my Daddy had chosen to poz-fuck me in a solo gig. As if reading my mind, the blatino grunted "Wish this had been you kiddo, but you and your Daddy delivered some prime pussy for me to breed," and with that he fucked harder and deeper into my brother. He was relentless in his fucking, and soon unloaded deep into my brother's ass. After a couple of minutes of rest, we untied my brother, and one of my buddies sat him on my Daddy's cock. I came up behind my brother, and slid my dick inside of his ass, right next to my Daddy's dick, so my Daddy and I were double-fucking him. I love double-dick action, but damn, it always kills me, ha ha! We nailed him harder and deeper. Tears ran down his face. My Daddy grabbed his ass, and I fucked him as hard as I could, holding onto his shoulders, just to stabilize myself. I pounded him harder and deeper, and not once did my Daddy's slip out. I can honestly say my brother's super cum-filled hole felt amazing. "Boy, you're ready aren't ya?" "Yes SIR." We kept fucking, and soon, we both unloaded deep in his ass. I pulled out, grabbed him, and picked him up, and with the help of a couple of the guys, tied him to the St. Andrew's Cross. My Daddy shoved a huge butt plug in his hole, and then looked at me and our buddies, suggesting "Okay, how about we go in the hot tub enjoy some beers and some cigars?" Needless to say, it was a nice rest from our nasty fuck session.

I actually went back there last night. It seemed like it would be dead but within 20 minutes i took three loads. One dominican guy had a huge cock and he fucked me brutal. this was after a client i saw that pays me to take his load. he left me feeling hungry and wanting more. The blue store always supplies some good nasty dirty anon cum for my greedy hole. The only place you can buy poppers and get a load all in one location. Ahh to be young, poz and cum hungry in New York. ~Jack