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------- Chapter 1.3 - Five Dollar Stripper ------- Ric was getting used to seeing the same guys in the shower in the morning. He had caught Dan and Scotty a few more times, but now they were at ease with Ric knowing what they did in the shower. Ric even fingered Scotty a couple times as he got into the shower. He was happy to know they had ditched the condoms and Scotty was getting filled with Dan's cum almost daily. But there was the guy that had made the comment that Ric had tried to brush off. They seemed to have the same schedule and were always the last to shower around that time. Just like the first time, he'd stare at Ric's naked body and while Ric didn't mind, he wondered if the guy just wanted to look or maybe fool around. The only words that ever were spoken was just "morning". After another encounter with the guy slowly drying himself with his eye's glued on Ric's body in the shower, Ric decided it was time to call him on it. At breakfast, he saw him sitting alone and sat down across from him. "Hey... Uh... I think I should start charging you five bucks to watch me dry off in the shower each morning. I take it you like what you see?" Ric said. The guy froze and then began to tremble. Ric chuckled and then said "I'm just kidding about the money. I'm Ric, by the way." "Uh... I'm Gabe. I didn't realize it was that obvious. Sorry" Gabe said, staring down at his plate. "I don't mind, it just seems weird that you look but never talk. Other than the occasional 'morning' greeting, that is. So what makes you keep looking?" Ric asked. It took a few moments, but Gabe finally quietly said "Everything." It seemed like getting Gabe to talk was like pulling teeth and Ric was about to give up. "Well, if you want a better look, just let me know. I try not to be too scary." He watched Gabe's eyes get big. "I'll stop if you don't want me looking" Gabe replied. "I think I said the opposite. What do you like best?" Ric asked. Gabe trembled again before taking a deep breath. "Uh... how chill you are... the ink is cool too... the hair..." Gabe said, pausing a moment before he said "and your dick." Ric laughed. "Most queer guys start with my dick. It's nice that you can look past it and see the rest of me too. My roommate isn't going to be back until five and I don't have class for a couple hours. Do you want to come over and talk a bit more?" "What? Really? You're not pissed?" Gabe said, finally sounding more comfortable talking to Ric. Ric leaned in and said softly "Why should I be pissed? My gaydar sucks. I'm never sure if guys on the floor are straight or gay. I like to meet other gay guys and maybe fuck around if they're interested." "Oh thank god. You're gay too? My gaydar sucks too. I've gotten beaten up a few times cuz straight dudes freak out if a gay guy hits on them" Gabe said. "Only the insecure ones. I've met some that weren't assholes and one that even gave it a try" Ric said. "Really? Wow. Uh... were you serious about meeting up today?" Gabe asked. Ric smiled and nodded before saying "I gotta head to class at twelve thirty, but any time before that is good. I'm just going to study, otherwise." "Uh... OK. I have a couple things to do but I can stop over in half an hour" Gabe said, sounding more excited by the second. Ric was laying on his bed in his usual room uniform of a jock and jogging shorts when the tap on the open door broke him away from reading messages from potential clients. He set the phone down and said "Come on in." He could sense some of the nervousness back in Gabe's demeanor. "Close the door and get comfortable" Ric said, pointing at the middle of his bed. He watched Gabe walk in and sit down near the other end of the bed. The jeans and tee he had on down at breakfast were replaced by some basketball shorts and a sleeveless tee. "I hope you're liking the floor better than the last place you were. It's hard to meet people if you move in a few weeks after everyone else. Did your roommate from last year not come back?" Gabe asked timidly. Ric laughed and explained "I'm a freshman. My roommates last year were mom and dad. The first two I had this year sucked. One guy said he was afraid I would rape him in his sleep and the other guy was just a dick. Eddy has been a million times better and I'm slowly meeting new people. How about you?" "Oh, I'm a junior. I've been on the floor the past two years with the same roommate. He's great since he spends all of his time at his girlfriend's place and I have the room to myself except for the odd time he comes back for a day or two" Gabe said. "That's cool. But I'd hate to get surprised when he shows up. At least with Eddy, I know his schedule" Ric said before moving to the middle of the bed, closer to Gabe. "What kinds of stuff do you like to do when you get your room all to yourself? It doesn't sound like you invite lots of guys over" Ric said, grinning back at Gabe. "Uh... no. After the last guy beat me up, I let other guys make the first move. I'm kind of submissive, anyway" Gabe replied. "That sucks. I mean that someone would beat you up for showing an interest in them. Submissive guys can be fun. Are you a bottom or one of those rare submissive tops?" Ric asked, moving a little closer and resting his hand on Gabe's leg. "Mostly bottom. I had a Dom make me fuck his sub last year, but I only top maybe once or twice a year... Are you one of those big dicked bottom guys? It seems that most freshman are bottoms" Gabe asked. Ric smiled hearing Gabe get much more relaxed. His hand moved under Gabe's shirt and started to feel the soft, hairless chest. Gabe let out a soft moan as Ric replied "I'm vers, but most of the time I top. I thought I'd be getting laid all the time in college, but it hasn't turned out that way. I was a lot more active in high school." "I'm sure a hot guy like you will have your pick of guys to fuck soon" Gabe said. Ric leaned in and whispered "I already found one. Whatcha think?" "Who? Me?" Gabe gasped. A few seconds later he said "Oh hell yeah!" Ric tugged on Gabe's shirt and had it off in a flash. Gabe slid off the bed, kicked off his shoes and pulled his shorts and underwear off almost as quickly while Ric stood up. A few seconds later, Gabe was on his knees looking up at Ric. Ric smiled and watched Gabe tentatively reach up to the sides of Ric's shorts. He nodded and Gabe pulled them down, revealing the growing bulge inside the jockstrap's pouch. Gabe didn't wait for approval for the next move, where he rubbed over the pouch and then pulled the jock off. Next, he wrapped his hand around Ric's cock and looked all around it. His tongue licked under the shaft and along the length before he pulled the foreskin back and licked over the head. Initially, Ric wasn't sure how experienced Gabe was but the way he was working his cock over now showed he knew his way around a guy's crotch. Gabe raised his other hand and started caressing Ric's groin while he lapped over the hardening shaft. It felt good and Ric let Gabe go at his own pace, soon feeling him wrap his lips around his cock and starting to suck. When Gabe grasped his hips with both hands, taking his cock in deeper, he knew he was in for a good blowjob. He wrapped his right hand around the back of Gabe's head, following it as it bobbed on his leaking cock. Gabe's hands moved around and grabbed on to Ric's butt cheeks as he kept sucking. Ric only gave a few light encouragement tugs but when Gabe gagged a little, he backed off. A couple deep breaths later, Ric felt his cock enter the tight throat. Gabe continued for a few more minutes, taking Ric deeper into his throat until he forced his face into Ric's pubes. He stayed there several seconds, squeezed his throat around Ric's shaft and then pulled off. "Fuck yeah! I can take it!" Gabe yelled out, looking up at Ric and smiling. "Damn, that felt good. You've done that before, I can tell" Ric said. "Mmhmm, last year there was a basketball player I used to suck off. His cock was about your size. While he claimed to be straight, he said gay guys suck dick a lot better than women. I think I sucked him off two or three times a week most of last year" Gabe said. His hands were back roaming over Ric's abs and groin when one stopped over the tattoo. "God, I love this tat. It looks so hot hiding there under your pubes. Do you know what it means or did you just get it since it looks cool" Gabe asked. "It's got a few meanings to me, but I know what it usually stands for. Do you?" Ric asked back. "Yeah, but I'm surprised. I usually don't meet poz freshman until later in the year" Gabe said. Ric chuckled and said "Well, I used to be a poz senior. Now I have to start over again. You don't seem to be scared by it." "Nah, I've been fucked by several poz guys. They're actually safer than guys that never get tested" Gabe replied, tracing his finger around the tattoo. "Not always. Only the one's on meds for a while. So you're poz too?" Ric asked, hoping to meet another poz guy to fuck. "No, I just got tested too. All neg, but yeah, the poz guys that fucked me were undetectable. I assume you are too. The tat doesn't look fresh so you've had it a while" Gabe said. Ric chuckled before saying "Bad assumption." He chuckled again as he saw Gabe's reaction. Several seconds later he added "I guess our play time is over, then. I don't want to make you do anything you don't want to." He started to reach for his jockstrap on the floor when Gabe said "I don't want to stop. You're the hottest guy I've ever been with and that comment just made you even hotter. You're not looking at me as just another notch in your belt... or bedpost." Ric saw the excitement in his eyes and replied "Thanks. I try not to always think with my dick. Oral is pretty safe, you can suck me off if you want." "I'm up for anything. I always wondered what that basketball player's dick would feel like and you would be really close. I got a couple big dildos to try, but there's nothing like a real cock in your ass" Gabe replied. He winked at Ric and climbed back on the bed, laying on his back before pulling his legs back. "Just go easy, I haven't been fucked in over a week" Gabe said. "I only fuck bare. That ok?" Ric asked. "Yeah, condoms make my hole sore, so I avoid them" Gabe replied. Ric smiled as he reached over and flicked the lock on the door. A quick tug pulled Gabe's ass off the edge of the bed which was followed by a little push on his legs to get his hole in position. Ric dragged the tip of his leaking cock around the ring, watching the precum soak the soft skin. His eyes slowly looked up Gabe's body, first seeing his rock hard cock drip it's own pre, past the hairless chest and dime-sized nipples and up to his grinning face. He saw Gabe take a deep breath and relax, giving him the chance to push in. A couple seconds of pressure later, Ric's cock slipped inside and he paused, with just the head past the outer ring. Both guys moaned while Ric let Gabe get used to his bare cock. Gabe took a deep breath again and Ric felt a lighter grip on his dick and began to rock his hips to drive his cock deeper. "Oooohhh that feels so good" Gabe said softly, with just a slight hint of pain in his voice. Gabe was tight, but Ric quickly realized he knew how to take a thick cock. His strokes got longer and his cock plunged deeper each time. A few minutes later, Ric leaned forward, letting Gabe rest his legs on Ric's shoulders. The moans got louder from both of them and soon any evidence of pain was gone from Gabe's voice. "Yeah, plow that hole. Make me feel all of that dick" Gabe moaned out. "Mmm? You want more?" Ric asked, a grin covering his face. Gabe nodded and Ric began driving his cock in deeper. Gabe's moans turned to grunts with the longer thrusts, occasionally with a hint of pain coming back into his voice. The smile on Gabe's face never wavered, though. He'd lightly grip Ric's cock as it plowed in, gripping it tighter occasionally and clamp down hard a few times trying to get Ric to fill his guts with cum. Ric felt the hole getting slicker from his cock leaking precum. He wasn't sure he wanted to knock up another guy on the floor, though. He had already dumped another seven loads in Jack's neg ass and was waiting for the fuck flu to hit him any day now. But when Gabe squeezed his cock hard for the third time he had a decision to make and he had to make it quick. A few moments later he slowed down and Gabe started to milk his shaft. "Fuck yeah!" Gabe yelled out as Ric's cock started to swell and his breaths got labored. Ric pulled his cock free and aimed it at Gabe's chest and let his load spray all over. Gabe's smile disappeared and was replaced with a confused 'What The Fuck' expression. A few moments later, Gabe said "I was hoping you'd cum inside me." "You sure?" Ric asked. "Oh yeah. Its not a good fuck unless someone takes a load" Gabe replied. "I could knock you up if I breed you" Ric told him. "With as slick as my ass feels right now, your pre might already have. But I want to feel cum in me. You got some more?" Gabe asked. Ric felt his cock twitch a couple times and he nodded. With the shaft still hard, he adjusted his aim and jammed his cock back into Gabe's wet hole. Ric fucked harder than he had all day, trying to coax some more cum from his balls. "Work my nips" Ric said, staring back at Gabe and seeing the smile back on his face. At first, Gabe just rubbed lightly over the pierced nubs but a minute later the pressure got harder. Then he pinched them and Ric started to slam into Gabe's ass. When Gabe twisted his left nip and then right one, Ric howled out and slammed in one more time, releasing several volleys of toxic seed into Gabe's hungry ass. He heard Gabe cry out in the middle of his orgasm and he hoped it wasn't from regret. Then he felt Gabe's cock shooting cum into the bottom of his jaw. The next few spurts hit Gabe on his face and the rest over his chest and stomach. Both stood there, gasping but a grin on their faces too. Ric slowly pulled out and laid on top of Gabe's chest and kissed him. A few moments later, he rolled off and laid on his back next to him. "Now that I know you can cum twice, I'm going to expect at least two loads every time we fuck" Gabe said. "You shoot damn hard. That would feel real good breeding me. If you ever want to top let me know" Ric said. Gabe chuckled and replied "I like feeling a dick in me too much. It's even better when it leaves me feel sore and filled... like now." "Cool. But... maybe we can flip some time and you can shoot your first poz load in me" Ric said, grinning back at Gabe.

6. Two Oranges Jaxton teeters at the playroom door taking in all the bondage and S&M equipment. He points. “Birthing station.” Mac is at his ear explaining the device at a forty-five degree angle with two large stirrups. “It’s for fisting.” Jaxton points several times, a little distracted by the trails coming from his fingers. “Fuck bench. Suspension bars, for stringing someone up. Good for a lash. Stocks, for clamping someone down. Fuck ‘em from behind.” “All that stuff. Next to the dildos?” Jaxton can only take in so much—this world is opening too fast. “Besides those dildos,” Mac continues, “collars, whips, tit clamps, riding crops, canes, floggers, harnesses, masks, hoods, bridles and mouth bits, ball gags, and of course various size butt plugs, finger thin to skull girth.” Jaxton starts stroking his cock in excitement. Points to another area. “That’s a medical examination table with equipment for medical play: urethral sounds, human speculum, horse speculum, forceps, e-stim equipment, dental mouth opener and cheek retractor.” Jaxton’s body quakes from over-stimulation. Mac massages his shoulders, pushes his long dreadlock to one side. “Sling with requisite ceiling mirror, but I’m sure you’ve seen that before.” Jaxton shakes his head no. “My barber kit. Where did I leave that?” Jaxton points and takes his first steps into the room intent on getting to a black leather mattress on the room’s far side. He looks around but Mac has disappeared. He’s sure he can make it on his own even with the room bending in odd shapes. The walls are black, the floor padded with black rubber mats like a gym. Red lights strung around the room makes him feel like he’s inside an inferno. He makes his way past the sling, past a whipping post, past a St. Andrews cross, finally to a black leather mattress. He flops onto the bed and rolls his head around looking for that hot ass he was boning a couple of minutes ago. There he is at the door, that Mr. McPherson. That hot daddy’s now wearing a leather vest and nothing more. Fuck yes he is! There’s a crack of lightning outside and the red lights flicker once then cut out. An electrical sizzle comes from the breakers close to his mattress. His body feels like it needs its own breakers because of all the neurons firing in his brain. The rooms pitch black for a lifetime of heartbeats. He’s relieve to be sightless. Wherever he looked the psychedelic trails were becoming too intense. It’s better to let his hand roam across his body, plucking his nipples, running his hand over his bush and stroking his big cock. It’s familiar and soothing and charged with intense sensation. He begins to run a hand under his heavy balls, over his taint and fingers his asshole. Then harsh emergency lights kick in; two strong beams pointing in opposite directions now illuminate the space. Residual smoke from the blown breakers spread across the room giving it a misty haze. It’s like he’s on some porn set complete with fog machines. He smiles to himself—it’s where he’s always wanted to be. His Leather Daddy emerges through that smoke, big, hard dick swinging, open leather vest still showing those silver nipple rings his mind’s fixated on. Leather Daddy grabs Jaxton’s legs, spreading his thighs apart. The stud rims his tongue deep inside his spread butt cheeks. Jaxton’s mind and body are ricocheting sensations and thoughts, but nothing overcomes this feeling of a powerful man tonguing his asshole. He’s fingering him and lubing him at the same time—the hot Leather Daddy can do anything he wants; he thinks he might even be saying that out loud. There doesn’t seem to be any difference between what’s inside him and what’s outside—he’s the universe and the universe is him. It can do with him whatever it wants. What Leather Daddy wants is to stick his amazing huge rod up his hole. He takes Jaxton from the rear, both of them on their sides. The man has one of Jaxton’s legs in the air and is slowly sticking his massive member inside Jaxton chute. It’s hard going at first because of its girth, but they both have the same goal in mind. Jaxton pushes back to impale himself, while Mac pushes in deeper. Jaxton’s got a long, deep hole and Mac is taking full advantage of that fact. It’s a complex journey, full of twists and turns, and Jaxton is enjoying every second of it. A thunderclap of immense proportion explodes over the house. The storm’s power charges his body—it’s majestic, terrifying, a breathtaking force of nature; a cyclone sucking the house and everything into the stratosphere. Fuckin’ Dorothy’s on her way to Oz. The storm shakes the house down to its foundations. The playroom has no windows; the crash reverberates through the walls like they’re inside a drum. Jaxton fingertips claws the mattress as he’s being fucked; he feels the tempest’s vibrations, but nothing compared to the fury that’s firing deep into his hole. It’s incredible how desperate a cock can want an ass. He thrusts back each time driving it in deeper; their balls clacking as they collide; testicle punishment becomes its own reward—he never knew something could hurt so good! Through this mesmerized pounding, felt all the way up to his small intestines down to his scrotum, he spies on the far side of the playroom Eddie lying on top of the exam table giving some scruffy tattooed guy his little jackhammer fuck. Eddie twists the guy’s butt back and forth. He’s glad it’s not him—but everyone should be happy tonight. He’s enjoying the night, all control of his bowels now lost. He’s totally into how hard Leather Daddy is crushing his battering ram into him. Leather Daddy’s so big it makes him piss uncontrollably. The only impediment standing this way of his complete enjoyment of the nigh is appearing through the fog, a massive, brutish guy kneeling in front of him. He’s not even sure if he’s real or imagined, but Daddy’s lifting his head indicating he wants Jaxton to suck this figure’s big, smelly, uncut dick. Fuck that noise! Jaxton does only what Jaxton wants to do. He shakes his dreadlocks in resistance. Daddy smacks his head. “Bad dog, no treat,” he barks at him. No. Fuck no! Now Jaxton wants to get up and fuck all this shit, but Daddy’s holding him down, pinning one arm back, still holding one leg up fucking the shit out of him, demonstrating that if he won’t suck the guy, the guy is going to join in the fuck. The hairy gorilla reclines holding his shoulders, pressing his hairy chest against Jaxton’s. He feels his slick cock painfully prodding his balls, searching for his chute. He should know Daddy’s already got that fully occupied. Jaxton is trapped with a new hard cock sliding under his balls and encroaching on his already stretched ass. The fucker doesn’t seem to care; he’s going in whether Jaxton wants it or not. Jaxton’s never squeezed his sphincter as hard as he is now trying to ward off anything more going inside him. Occupied, thanks anyway! His squeezing seems to please Daddy, which isn’t exactly what he’s going for. The gorilla’s slimy member is rubbing his taint, and he feels its head gliding alongside Daddy’s big dong. With a strong lunge the ape’s cockhead pops in. Jaxton wails and clamps harder pushing it out but the man’s massive foreskin remains. The man roars savagely and plunges his cock in deeper, shooting pain directly into Jaxton’s brain. The pain triggers endorphins that not only accepts the intrusion but relishes it. How can that be? His internal circuitry is sparking, his breakers blown. The ape rests for a second seeming to appreciate Jaxton’s submission at least of his cockhead, watches the sparks in his eyes. But just as Jaxton stops struggling, the guy starts up again pushing his massive cock in deeper. “Wait! Wait!” Jaxton yells, but Daddy grips him tighter, claps his hand over Jaxton’s mouth, and the gorilla stabs his ass again, until he’s got a good length of his meat buried. “Okay, okay,” he struggles to utter through Leather Daddy’s palm. “Let me get used to it, okay?” He’s trying to be reasonable, seeing he’s pinned in this position and can’t move anyway. Some part of his brain remains rational—he’s done with the cosmic bullshit he’d been attuned to—pain is real time. He just wants to negotiate his physical surrender, slowly. Daddy and the ape have other ideas. The hairy brute starts fucking him with half his cock inside, but each thrust puts him in deeper and is stretching Jaxton more painfully open. He can tell on an animal level that his captors are getting off rubbing their dick together with Jaxton’s colon as the object that’s jacking them. The more excited they get—Jaxton senses it by their increased rigidity and girth—the harder they drive their cocks into him. The two men are totally in synch with Jaxton screaming into Daddy’s salty palm. But there’s something driving Jaxton, too. A part of him enjoys it, craves this stretch, this hard fuck ripping him apart, grinding his inhibitions into complete submissions. It’s like when he falls inside a pitiless wave, has no choice in direction, gives himself up into the ride. The dopamine flows throughout his whole body. He’s easing into the pain and, in accepting it, becomes part of this duo making it a trio of bodies rising in exaltation. Sensing Jaxton starting to writhe in synch with both of them, Mac releases his hold of Jaxton’s arm, and Jaxton twists his head and slips his tongue in Mac’s mouth. Now Jaxton twist back and rubs the dark pelt that’s in front of him. “Good dog,” Mac says in his ear. The face isn’t bad looking; vicious, though; bad teeth. The brute’s looking right through him as if he’s not there, only a hole to be fucked. He likes this indifference. He seems to fuck him harder the more Jaxton warms up to him. He crushes Jaxton’s face with his big hands, spits, saliva running off Jaxton’s cheek, which he also likes. He opens his mouth and the hairy beast spits again. He and Mac pound his hole violently and Jaxton accepts it, pushes back defiantly on their cocks. His cock and balls nestles in the ape’s pubes, a black hair jungle his genitals rub against. The animal, teeth bared, grabs his man-bun and thrusts savagely several times leeching his cum deep inside. Mac’s right there, too, hot breath pitched in rapid breathing, straining his hips into Jaxton’s ass in rhythm of the brute. Jaxton feels the sudden extra slickness in his hole, hot spunk dribbling down a thigh. Rubbing his cock against the jungle of hair he spews his load unassisted into the dark forest, his colon clutching the two objects he feels he owns. “You like that, boy?” Eddie bellows across the room, Jaxton only now realizing he’s been yelling fuck my hole over and over. Not seeking a response from Jaxton, only commenting, Eddie turns back to the tattooed guy on his exam table. “Sit and spin, sit and spin,” he sings to him. Eros slips out of Jaxton, looks over to Tommy’s face seeing a strange combination of humiliation and boredom. He’ll make sure Jaxton pays for that. After oozing out of the boy, Mac tells Eros to get him in the sling. Most of the electrical smoke has dissipated, but the two emergency headlights cast the room in sinister shadows at the same time it illuminates skin too blindingly white. Eros leads the surprisingly affable kid to a sling and easily cuffs his arms and legs. He sits on a stool between the leg straps, take off the Crisco lid and slides a large wad of phosphorescent white paste into the kid’s dark crevice. “You be careful with my property, Eros, and I’ll be careful with yours,” sings a delighted Eddie. The kid will pay for that too. Eros slips in a thick finger into the kid’s wet hole causing him to grunt. Mac returns to the sling with hair clippers, scissors and a straight razor. A second finger goes into Jaxton stretched hole. Jaxton realizes what Mac has in mind, and starts building a crescendo of no-no-no-no, his bound hands waving back in forth in an impotent attempt to delay Mac’s mission. Mac approaches the sling answering amused, yes-yes-yes-yes. He bends down, whispering to Jaxton, “Eros takes care of one end, I take care of the other.” Panicky tears well up in Jaxton’s eye. The more fingers Eros adds the more tears, but it’s not the stretch of Eros’ big mitts that produces the tears. It’s the years of cultivating his image. It’s the snip-snip of each lock of hair that drops to the floor. “Eddie,” Jaxton cries out from the sling, “tell them they have to stop!” Eros jams in four knuckles. “Oh, fuck!” Mac has shorn most of his dreadlocks off. Now the clippers flips on with a horribly loud click and buzz. “Eddie!” he bellows. Eddie’s coked out of his mind—ignoring him or liking the sound of panic in the air—Tommy twisting on his dick like he’s the agitator of a washing machine and Tommy is a bundles of clothes. The boy cries in distress as Eros breaks through his sphincter with his thick palm, his hand fully inserted to his wrist. Jaxton’s colon clutches Eros’ huge hand in torment, pleading out loud to let him get used to it. He begs repeatedly, but Eros hears Eddie’s sing-song tune in his head, and balls his hand into a fist and spins it side to side pulling shrieks out of the boy. “Ease up, Eros. Ease up,” Mac says in a calming voice. “You’ll make me nick him.” He calls over to Eddie. “Hey Eddie, think this is short enough? A nice, clean cut blond boy for you, Eddie. Now about these tufts.” He takes the clippers to Jaxton’s left arm pit and glides off his hair. Eros pulls his hand almost out, then pistons back in. He repeats this again and again as Mac finishes one pit and moves to the other. Eros gets off the stool, lining his meat with his wrist, savoring how Jaxton is being transformed before his eyes. His erection is coming into form as Mac removes Jaxton’s pubic hairs. Eros gets hard watching the fight drain out of this arrogant kid. The boy’s acceptance become compliance as the victim locks eyes with him. He feels Jaxton’s sphincter give up the battle to keep his cock from penetrating him while his fist is still buried inside. Eros’ dick slides straight into his palm with only a trace of tears at the corner of Jaxton’s eyes. Eros squeezes his dick to get himself fully hard within the walls of the boy’s rectum. “Look Eros. An angel, no?” Mac studies his handiwork, using the straight razor to scrape away the last of Jaxton’s sandy pubes. Eros silently strokes his rigid flesh inside the boy. “A fallen angel, but an angel nonetheless.” Eros surveys the long, lean body under him: large, smooth balls flopped to either side, a dick shriveled yet still arresting lying over his hairless torso, a blond beauty, yeah—no doubt of that—panting in an agonized ecstasy. He feels his part in the fucker’s defilement, shudders, shooting a second load, pinching his thumb against his foreskin making sure Jaxton receives every drop of jizz. Mac stands back, his teeth blazing brilliantly white off the headlight beams. “And fallen angel are my favorite kind.” * Like the dying embers of sparks fading from his fingertips, excruciating hours of torment being passed back and forth from Mac to Eros, the night devolves into a blur. Jaxton’s broken. Coherent he’s not. Catching sight of himself in the sling’s mirror is someone else, someone unrecognizable, someone who’s a slut that’s passed around, even to the tattooed guy Eddie fucked, even on this rare occasion to Eddie himself. Jaxton’s given up. He confesses he’s a slut to whomever cares to listen. And no one particularly cares. After hours in slings, bred on fuck benches, fisted in birthing chairs, poked and prodded on examining tables, and forced to eat ass under rim seats—bottoming for each man two or three times—each degradation sapping his soul lower and lower, Eddie finally takes pity and brings him upstairs. At their bedroom door they hear muffled cries down the hall from the monk’s room. Eddie’s jittery from all the coke he’s been snorting, he’s not quite ready for bed. Jaxton tries to pull him into their room, but Eddie shakes him off and gives a few raps on the priest’s door. The naked priest answers holding a riding crop, gently slapping his palm. “Good evening, gentlemen. How delightful to see you both. Oh my, Jaxton,” he says, appraising him up and down. “You look absolutely transformed. A model right out of an Abercrombie and Fitch catalog, though I don’t really know about such things. But my manners. Please, come join us.” Jaxton slumps miserably in the hallway, his eyes pleading to Eddie. “Jaxton, don’t be a wet blanket.” Eddie pulls Jaxton into the priest’s bedroom. They witness Jesse blindfolded and gagged, his legs tied over his head. The boy’s butt is red with blisters, some wax has hardened on his testicles, his hole gapes with a prominent rosebud peeking through. “This is the pretty houseboy?” Eddie gasps in amazement. “Isn’t he just,” sighs Father Lucius. “He’s devilishly tempting, isn’t he?” Eddie’s pud is starting to rise. “You wouldn’t mind if I…just—“ “By all means. The more the merrier, I always say.” Eddie climbs on the bed and presses his dick into the boy. Jaxton slouches in the doorframe, not wanting to watch, but for once he’s not the victim so he impassively observes Eddie fuck the tied up kid. “Would you like a go?” asks the priest while Eddie humps away. “I would love it if I could have a go at you while you’re at him.” Eddie hears one more opportunity to take Jaxton down another peg, which causes him to quickly spurt into Jesse. “How many loads has the kid taken?” Eddie asks, getting off the bed. “I’ve been at him since this afternoon, but, believe it or not, yours is the first. Would you like to add a second?” he asks Jaxton. “Yes, he would,” Eddie answer for him. “I want to see you take Father Lucius’ anaconda, Jaxton. Let him fuck you while you fuck the houseboy.” “But I’m not hard.” Jaxton voice is low, filled with resignation. He’s tired, sees faint hallucinatory trails if he turns his head too quick, and doesn’t like at all the idea of being fucked by the monk. “Just put your dick against his hole and see what happens. As your boss I’m telling you, Jaxton.” Jaxton reluctantly climbs on top of Jesse and plops his flaccid dick on Jesse’s wet rosebud. Father Lucius sidles over his own butt and, with two hands, guides his behemoth down through Jaxton’s sloppy ass lips. It cold and slimy going in, something more reptilian than human. It continues still cold and slimy as it penetrates his second ring. The P.A. at the tip of his cock is even colder, ice cold, so cold it feels like it’s burning. However, it has a surprising reaction on him, one he can’t explain. The icy burn arouses his dick. It’s growing the deeper the icy fire inside him burns. The monk is starting to hump him just as he’s humping the kid under him. “Is he going to remember any of this,” Jaxton asks, picking up the pace to match the monk’s. “Not at all,” Father Lucius whispers in his ear. “Best kind of fuck is a drugged up fuck, I always say.” Eddie stands beside them, watching them go up and down, up and down—his face turning green. Father Lucius and Jaxton are definitely getting into a charged, erotic rhythm, Jaxton’s hand back on the priest’s bony ass, the other squeezing Jesse’s balls. The priest’s breathing heavy, feels up Jaxton flank and occasionally slaps his ass. The monk glances sideways at the actor. “Mr. Gleason,” says the alarmed priest. “You look quite ill.” Jaxton also peers over at Eddie. “Go to bed, dude. You’re going to pass out,” grunts Jaxton, getting excited as hell by the fire in his loins. If he’s going to do this, he doesn’t want to be distracted by Eddie, or, worse, see Eddie puke. “How’s he gettin’ home?” Eddie slurs, putting his hand on the wall for balance. “You’re right across the hall. Fuck,” Jaxton moans, as at that moment the entire mass of the monk’s flesh flows throughout his intestines taking over his guts. “See he gets home, Padre,” Eddie says, waddling his way out the door and shutting it behind him. As soon as the door closes, the priest hammers home his pelvis against Jaxton’s swollen hole, his tongue swishing in Jaxton’s ear. Father Lucius strains lustily, groaning as he releases his spew. “Stop! Shit! What is that?” Jaxton stops fucking Jesse, feeling an acidic liquid burning deep in his bowels. “You did not just piss in me, did you?” he says, disgustedly. “Not urine, child. Venom. I had to wait for Eddie to leave before injecting you.” The priest climbs off him. Jaxton’s horrified seeing drops of black liquid like crude oil spool from the priest’s his piss slit. Father Lucius sits with a sliver of a smile on the edge of the bed. Jaxton want to get off Jesse, but feels his joints stiffening to where even his smallest movement is increasingly difficult. “What’s happening to—” but he can’t finish the sentence. His jaw clamps shut. He moans wild eyed behind frozen teeth and wild eyes. He’s starting to panic. Eyes darting around the room, feeling even his eyes are beginning to rigidly stare straight ahead. “Sorry, but while the venom sets in, I need to prepare you for the next stage.” He strokes Jaxton back, trying to calm the boy’s whimpering. “Over countless years I’ve experimented with insects and plants that paralyze their victims before devouring them.” Jaxton convulses attempting to shriek behind his frozen face. So restricted are his movements there’s only the slightest twitch of his body. “No, no, no. I’m not going to eat you.” The priest is amused by the thought. “Although you would be a tasty morsel, I do admit. But I tease, Jaxton. I misspoke. Child, child, you are much too serious.” Father Lucius pulls Jaxton off of Jesse, and sets him up against the wall. “The paralyzing venom is the easy part. What’s next is much more difficult to explain.” The priest sits hip to hip next to Jaxton. At six foot seven, even sitting, the boy is still half a head higher than the priest. When he turns the boy’s face to his, he has to look up into his tremulous eyes. He kisses this beautiful boy lightly on the lip. But then his face turns serious: he becomes the teacher making sure his pupil pays attention. “In its basic form it’s simple transference. I like to think of it like skinning an orange.” He runs his soft hand down Jaxton’s hairless chest, through his shaved crotched, pulls his balls, runs his palm over Jaxton’s wiry thighs. “You know that special thrill you have when you manage to stick your finger under the skin of an orange, slowly separating the orange’s skin from its flesh, its juicy meat? The special thrill if you can get the peel to come off in one long spiral? You start at the navel and, inch by inch, work your way until the entire flesh is revealed? Well, imagine two oranges, both expertly peeled in this manner, both fruits’ flesh nakedly exposed. Swapping the two skins and covering up the oranges again, you’d never know what orange contained which flesh. It’s a flawed analogy, I know, but the best I can offer you. But you do understand what I’m saying, don’t you?” Father Lucius places his soft palm on Jaxton’s belly and pushes. Jaxton knows it’s not real, but he senses the priest’s hand under his skin, separating him from himself. His palm goes about its task over his shoulders, around his arms, down his torso, through his genitals, over and around his legs, his ass, under his back—his hand softly, soothingly flaying him—over his scalp and, finally, gently, separating his features from his skull. It’s a suggestion, at best—nothing that’s real or can be seen. “The interesting part, a tertiary effect of the venom aside from the paralysis and sloughing of skin—one I’m not sure the reason for, but I do recognize the truth of: during the transference, I feel what you feel and you feel what I feel. For instance, I hear your mind screaming its denial, that this isn’t real—though you will come to accept it is. I feel the terror building within you as my words lodge in your mind, the existential dread of being removed from your body, this body that has been with you all your life, the only corporeal flesh you’ve ever known. But, at the same moment, you must also be feeling how excited I am by what’s to come, how much I’m anticipate mounting you. Yes? Yes, I see it in your eyes.” The priest pets his cheek. Jaxton feels the fingers on his face and also feels the sensation of touching a young man’s face. “Such lovely eyes. I will take good care of them.” The monks goes to his satchel and takes out silver duct tape and places it on the bed. “You know, before you knocked, I was just about to release my venom into the houseboy and transfer myself to him.” He pats Jesse’s behind fondly. “I was enchanted with him the moment I saw him. I had finished punishing the body for its sins, but then He brought you to me. I sensed our connection on the drive here, at the pool. I saw how drawn you were to me, and I to you. I thinks it’s a far better exchange, don’t you?” The priest stands and moves his hand over himself as if he’s in a tantric dance, trailing his hands over every inch of himself, ritualistically preparing his flesh for Jaxton. “Best you not witness the creped flesh exchanged for the rejuvenated.” He closes Jaxton’s eyelids. “It would be just too disturbing. Trust me, there won’t be any pain, but there is a strange alienation, the familiar mixing with the disquieting: like a shirt put on backwards, or the feeling of a left and right shoes switched. One could get used to it in time, I suppose. Yes. In time.” Jaxton is laid face down on the bed. He feels a strange vibration throughout his body. His arms are moved behind his back and taped together. The paralysis is wearing off and he’s able to move but only if assisted. He’s righted to a sitting position on the bed. Still very weak, moving extremely slow with stiffened joints, he’s helped up to what must be a great height. He feels unsteady but a strong hands balance him. The sound of tape being pulled, then feeling tape wound round his legs. He feels he’s about to fall, but again a strong hand steadies him. His manages to pry open his eyes. The dark room lit by a flickering candle. He sees Jesse’s ropes have been untied, and somehow he’s grateful for that. The houseboy lies there asleep, breathing peacefully. He looks down and sees his penis is grossly deformed, monstrously large. His eyes dart in the dark, then land on his face, the face of Jaxton. Him, but not him; another’s flesh inside his skin. “You must think me the devil incarnate,” the handsome young man says. “But I can assure you tonight I’ve bestowed two gifts that Lucifer never would. One on the housekeeper, though I hadn’t intended it—a last minute pairing with you, left him with a priceless gem between his legs. Something I’ll have to rectify before my superiors catch wind. And this that I give to you, for you wouldn’t want it to, trust me, be otherwise. You won’t see it as such, but I give you a blessed gift.” He smiles, a boyish, slightly grievous curl to his lips, the merest gap in his front teeth. Three steps takes him to the back of the chair, which he gently tips it to one side. As he dangles from the beam above, spinning slowly, he sees the dazzling young man enclose himself inside the closet, patiently waiting for a new day. One he won’t see.

I have been DL gay for a long time but started taking raw loads in DC about 10 years ago. Hard enough to hide from my fam the fact I love black men. But I started chasing poz black dick. My last trip to DC did it. I invited a cute and a bit fem dude with a huge dick and beautiful hazel eyes to my hotel room. I knew he was poz and he knew I was turned on. As he slowly entered me he kept saying that I am surrendering my life to him tonight. He had me rub his scorpion tat as he worked his dick slowly in and out of me. Then it was like he got possessed because he started really tearing me up in a good way. He said he was getting close and I couldn’t have stopped even if I wanted to. He froze in mid stroke and said “I am changing you forever” and plunged completely inside me. I felt incredible warmth spread in me and his eyes never broke from my gaze. We fell asleep with him inside me. During the night he fucked me awake again. I ended up taking 3 poz loads. I assumed he was undetectable but when he was leaving he said he had a VL of 1M and to let him know when I convert. Now I am just getting over the fuck flu. I told my fam it was Covid. My VL is 500k and rising. I have another business trip to DC next week to take another toxic load and start spreading mine.

It likely depends a lot on where you are and the local NHS trust/provider. I live in a small town, and in my clinic the medical staff are generally fine, but the member of staff you see after a diagnosis to talk about contract tracing is a totally different matter. She thought I was being evasive because I couldn't tell her who I'd had anon encounters with and it spiralled down from there. She pretty much demanded to know who my BF is because "it was very important he is aware he's been put at risk by your behaviour." Actually he was the first to know. The conversation ended with her telling me that "if you don't change your attitude you'll only end up in the clinic again" as I left I said "well, certainly I hope so because I'm obviously getting a lot more fun than you are...".

I’ve been a cum dump for these two amazing tops that both live on my regular weekend bike ride route. Until now I’ve only been able to schedule them at separate times but last weekend the stars aligned! i messaged them both the night before and said my hole would be available the next day at a certain hour. To my surprise they both said tI could drop in. So next day, I get ready, kiss my wife goodbye and jump on my bike and ride to my first stop off. It’s a nice house, his partner’s away so i go up his driveway, lean my bike against a wall and let myself in. This guy has an amazing cock, big head, foreskin and a heavy cummer. He loves to both rim and dominate too.. in other words the perfect top. With my pants off, her wastes no time in rimming me and making me as relaxed and as wet as possible. All the time he’s stroking himself so he’s ready to penetrate.. once happy that I’m ready he stands up, lines up and pushes. He hasn’t cum for 5 days.. so it’s an intense fuck. I’m on my back so i get to see his face grimace while his cock enjoys my arse. He doesn’t ask if i want his load, he just intensifies his strokes then hold it deep to flood my arse with his babies. He leaves it there for a good minute so he can drain completely. When he pulls out, my arse snaps shut. I touch myself down there but there’s dummy no sign of wetness. That means it’s real deep then. So next stop os only 2-3km away. I’m conscious i may leak on the way but i needn’t have feared. The next guy is in an apartment so on arrival he buzzes me up. He’s very different to the last one, bit older and a bear and much more selfish. He just wants to unload in a married guy. He does love to spoon though so without much said, i go to his bedroom, drop my shorts and assume the position on his bed. He know I’ve been bred already so he’s intrgued by what his cock will find and how it will feel. He checks for wetness and still finds no obvious signs that a 5 day load is already in there. He rightly assumes no load is required so simply lines up and starts to explore with his cock. As soon as he’s in he feels the other guys cum. Wthe every stroke, his cock and my arse get slicker and slicker. He doesn’t last long as a result and lets loose with his 4 day load.. this guy is a heavy cummer again.. I’m left with a properly cummy arse to ride home with. My underpants are sodden by the time i come home and I reek of cum. Probably the best bike ride I’ve had in a long time!

I wrote and posted stories of my PNP cum dump escapades in Phoenix, AZ at bathhouses and adult bookstores. I originally posted them to nifty and literotica and a few other sites, but I see them all over the internet now. My username was Tucsondude85716. I wrote about getting fucked and taking loads at the Chute and Zorbas bookstore. Somewhere on this site someone edited some of my stories together and reposted them. I think someone said that they had also been on bugshare and sites like that. Not too long after the events in those stories, I went to rehab and quit doing meth. I didn't quit being a cum slut though. I've been writing some new stories. I'm skipping around but I am overall wanting to describe my evolution from a "straight" no reciprocation top to a PNP cum dump bottom, to a "sober" cum dump bottom, to a cock sucking specialist. Here is one of my new stories. I hope this crowd enjoys it: When this took place I had been out of rehab for about 6 months. I had moved from Phoenix, AZ to Tucson. It was probably mid-late 2001. As I mentioned in other chapters, at this point I was living in Tucson, AZ. There were no gay bathhouses, but there were several adult bookstores. And at least two of them did NOT care about what went on in the booths. One was located on Oracle Road. It had regular booths and a “private” section where customers could select a video to be played in a booth. The private section was where the best action was at. You had to have a key to get in, and you got the key when you rented your movie. The booths where also larger and more comfortable than the regular booths. They had a bench with a cushion instead of a stool or a single chair. This story takes place during the same time frame as the last chapter about my “referral” sex buddy, around 2001-2002. I went to the bookstore in the early afternoon on weekends, which was a hit or miss time. It could be busy. It could be abandoned. When I got there, I saw a few cars in the parking lot out back. I went inside and started looking for a movie to rent for one of the private rooms. At that time, this bookstore had very little selection of bareback gay porn. Being bi and hating to see condoms in porn, my second choice was straight creampie porn. I found a creampie gangbang video and grabbed it. The guy working the counter at the bookstore was a youngish guy, probably about the same age I was at the time (mid-late 20s). From other visits to the store while he was working, I knew that he snuck out and smoked weed during his shifts. More power to him, right? I asked him if it had been busy. He said not really. I said too bad, but I’d take the movie anyway. I think he knew what I was hinting at. I went in the back and found that I was the only one in the private booth section (there were about 6-7 private booths). He had given me the one with the most room and the best TV. My movie started to play. I took my cock out and stroked it idly. Pretty soon the clerk came back to the private section, I put my cock away, not wanting to get thrown out for breaking the rules. I quickly found out that I didn’t have to worry about that. He came by and asked me through the door if the movie was good. I said it looked like it would be. He said he had something for me. I opened up the door and he handed me some individual packets of lube and and some individual packes of disposable “sex wipes”. “Just in case.” He said with a smile. I was sitting on the bench in my booth. He was standing in the doorway. He was wearing athletic shorts. I looked at his crotch, not bothering to try to hide what I was doing. I could tell he had something going on there. “Do you get horny working here?” “Sometimes. Especially when it is slow.” “Like today?” “Yeah”. I licked my lips and held his gaze. He grabbed the bulge in his shorts. I figured that was invitation enough and grabbed his bulge too. He had a decent cock from the feel of it. He pulled down the elastic waist of his shorts and pulled out a nice cock. He was not a very big guy, maybe 5’7”, white, clean shaven. He had a decent body, some pecs and some muscle on his shoulders. His cock was cut, probably about 6.5” or so. Not super thick but not too thin either. He was mostly hard at that point. I leaned over and took the head of his cock and placed it in my mouth. I made my mouth warm and wet and sucked his cock in. I was able to take his cock all the way to the base even though I had not practiced my cock sucking much at that point. He liked that. His cock was fully erect now. Nice and hard. I drew back and looked at it. “Nice” I started to alternate swallowing him all the way and teasing the head of his cock with my tongue and lips. He started fucking his cock in and out of my mouth. I sniffed my poppers and offered them up to him. He took a few hits and handed them back. I made sure to swallow his cock and let him fuck my throat while the popper rush hit him. “Do you like to fuck?” “Not right now.” Knowing this was going to be just a blow job I decided to make as good as I could for him. I let him fuck my face and I reached down to fondle his balls. I wrapped my hand around his cock and balls so that I would be able to feel it when he got ready to cum. He was close. His cock was expanding and throbbing. I could feel the pulses start at the base of his dick. I held his cock in my mouth, letting his cum spurt on my tongue. I didn’t swallow because I wanted to be able to tell how much he came. I felt several jets of cum in my mouth and then he pulled mostly out of my mouth until just the head of his cock was still inside, He started to stroke his cock. Understanding that he was giving me the last drops of his load I kept my lips tight around his cock. When he was finished, I looked him in the eye and opened my mouth so he could see his load in my mouth. Then I swallowed it. “Thanks man.” “My pleasure”. Nice cock. I was happy. It was a hot encounter and now I knew I was golden when he was working. He went back to the front of the store. I hung out for a while longer but nobody else showed up to the private section. I decided to call it a day and left. As luck would have it the same guy was working the on my next visit to the bookstore. This time I came in around 5:30 on a weekday afternoon, which was often a busy time. And this time it was definitely busy. There were a bunch of cars in the parking lot. I went inside and was excited to find a bareback video available to rent for the private room. My buddy the clerk said hi and said I was getting the last room. “Have fun.” He handed me the key to the private area. “Wish me luck.” I went inside and found my booth. All of the other booths were occupied. Most of the guys had the doors to their booths cracked open or fully open. I left mine fully open. I got comfortable and pulled out my cock as my video started to play. I fast forwarded through the copyright warnings and then let my video play. Pretty soon the guy from the booth next to mine came out and walked by my booth. I made no effort to hide the fact that I had my cock out and was stroking it. He made no effort to hide the fact that he saw it and was paying attention to what I was doing. “Want to come in?” I asked him. “My booth has more room.” I followed him back to his booth. He asked me if I wanted him to close the door. I said I was good either way. He left the door open. He offered me a seat, but he remained standing. Nice. I liked where this was going. He was about my size, 6’ or so, white, probably early 40s. He had a wedding ring. He had a salt and pepper beard. A good looking, masculine guy. He had a little bit of a gut, but it did nothing to detract from the very respectable cock he produced. He undid his jeans and pulled out his cock and I made a happy noise in my throat. It was cut, thick, veiny and looked like it would have nice length when it got fully erect. I took him into my mouth. He sighed appreciatively. I tongued the head of his cock and then sucked it into the back of my mouth. I sealed my lips around his cock and applied suction to his cock. I used my mouth like a mini version of a vacuum pump to encourage the blood to flow into his cock and feed his erection. It worked nicely. He pulled some poppers out of his shirt pocket and took a few hits and then held them down so I could do the same. It was a new bottle of my favorite brand, so the poppers were super potent. I inhaled deeply in both nostrils a couple of times and then went back to sucking his cock. It got even thicker and longer than I hoped. He was about 8” and thick enough that I could just circle the base with my thumb and middle finger. At that point in my cock sucking experience, it was beyond my ability to deep throat him. But I hoped that he would let me satisfy him with my ass anyway. “Do you like to fuck?” “Yes” he said, “But I don’t have any condoms.” “Are you clean?” He said he was. “Are you?” I said yes. “I usually don’t fuck without condoms, but your cock is amazing. I want you in my ass so bad.” “Turn around.” I turned around and leaned over the bench in the booth. Before I let my shorts fall to the floor, I took my lube out of my pockets and handed it to him. I took one foot out of my shorts and spread my feet wide. I loved to get fucked bent over and standing up. Something about it seemed so primal and urgent. He handed me the bottle of poppers. I started sniffing them as he put lube on my ass and on his cock. He pushed a finger in my ass. “I’m ready. Give me your cock. Please.” That wonderful moment when the firm warmth of the head of his cock pressed against my asshole. I relaxed my ass so that he could slide in easily. Between the lube, how horny I was, and the high-quality poppers, he had no trouble sliding his cock into my ass. He pushed in steadily until he was all the way in. I reached back to spread my cheeks, head and chest down on the bench. He got just a bit further in. I sighed. I squeezed him with my ass as he held himself inside me. “Are you ready to get fucked?” He was whispering in my ear. I snorted more poppers and handed them back to him. “Fuck me any way you want.” He started slow. He didn’t go to fast, and I know he was experienced at fucking ass. He moved with strength and intention at a pace that allowed both of use to experience the pleasure of each stroke in and out. I grabbed the back of his cock. It was so thick and warm and wonderful. My focus narrowed until all I was aware of was my asshole and his cock sliding in and out of it. He was holding my hips picked up the pace. I didn’t know whether he had been fucking me for five minutes or thirty minutes. “I’m getting close.” “You can cum in me. Please cum in me.” He needed no further encouragement. He fucked harder and faster until he grunted and pushed all the way into my ass. I squeezed his cock as hard as I could with my ass, wanting to feel his cum spurt in me. And I could feel it. It was warm and pulsing and I could feel it first deep in my ass and then along the whole length of him as he continued to fuck in and out of my ass. I clamped my ass around his cock, letting him decide when to take it out. When he finally did, I turned around and took him in my mouth to clean his cum off of his cock. He jacked the base of his cock, and I got a few more drops of cum on my tongue. Finally, he pulled back and put his cock away. “Thank you. Your cock is magnificent.” “Your ass was amazing.” I went back to my booth. I was holding his cum in my ass because I liked having it there. I could also tell there was a lot of cum and I didn’t to make a mess in my shorts or on the bench of my booth. I watched my video. My new friend put himself together in his own booth and left soon after. I left the door of my booth open. The thing about being a slutty bottom is that I wasn’t going to leave just because I took a load already. I still had ninety minutes left on my movie and the private area was still full. I decided to take a stroll and see what I could see. In one booth had the door shut. Beneath the cut off door I could see that there were two guys in there and one was crouched down and was sucking the other one off. I bent over to take a quick look and gave the guy sucking cock a thumbs up. At the end of the isle there was a guy with his door cracked open, sitting on his bench, pants around his knees, stroking his cock. I looked in. He opened his door wider. He slid over so I could sit down. I pulled out my cock and started to stroke it. “Was that you getting fucked?” “Yes.” “Sounded hot.” “It was awesome.” “Want some more?” “Yes” He stood up and held his cock near my face. I looked up at him and then at his cock. He was a bear type. It was hard to guess his age. Could have been late thirties all the all the way to late forties. He had a beard, and a gut, but he had powerful shoulders and muscular arms. He was hairy – his forearms were covered in dark hair. His cock was nice. Thick and uncut. He wasn’t fully hard yet. He had a metal cock ring on. His cock was shaved. This guy meant business. I pulled out my poppers and took a few hits and took his cock into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around between the head of his cock and his foreskin. He liked that. I looked around him to see what was going on in his video. Like me he had found a bareback video. I liked that. His got hard in my mouth. It was at least 7” long and very thick. “Trade me places.” I wondered what he had in mind. I hoped that he understood that I wanted to get fucked, not to get my cock sucked. I shouldn’t have worried. He sat down and I stood up. “Turn around.” I turned around and he pushed my shorts off my hips. I already had my poppers and lube in hand. He grabbed my hips and pulled me to him so that he could get his face between my cheeks. This was getting better all the time. His tongue found my asshole. I pulled my cheeks as wide apart as I could and bent over so he could get right to where we both wanted him to be. “The other guy came in your ass?” “Yes” “Slutty. I love it.” He pushed his face back in sucked and licked at my asshole. It felt amazing. I took big hits of poppers and lost myself in the feeling of him eating my ass. “Time to get fucked again. Bend over.” “Yes sir.” I assumed the position on the bench and reached back to spread my ass cheeks. “I think with that big load in there and everything else there is enough lube. I want to make sure you can really feel my cock.” “I’m ready. Give it to me.” He handed me his bottle of poppers. “Try these. I ordered them from Europe. Way better than what we can get here.” I opened them up and took a sniff. Right away I could tell these were way better than even my favorite brand of poppers. I held them to my nostrils and inhaled as deeply as I could. Switching nostrils I took multiple deep hits on both sides. The poppers hit like a truck. All of my consciousness was focused on my ass. I wanted his cock in me so bad I couldn’t stand it. The head of his cock pushed against my asshole. Not only did my ass let him in, it opened up and begged him to come in. He slid all the way in in one controlled push, pulled out and kept just the head of his cock inside. “Ready?” More hits of poppers and I handed the bottle back to him. “Ready.” He shoved his cock back in almost violently. In other circumstances it probably would have hurt like hell, but since I had been already opened up and because his cock was lubricated by the cum already in my ass, it hurt in a good way. He fucked me hard and fast. He didn’t care if I wanted it. I had let him and now my ass was his. Lucky for me I wanted him to fuck me as hard as he could. Time became weird. I think he fucked me for a good long time, but I couldn’t be sure. He kept giving me the poppers and I kept hitting them. “Check it out.” I looked out the open door of the booth. A young guy was there, cock sticking out over a pair of shorts, jerking it and watching. He was skinny, black and had a big cut cock. “You’re a complete slut. You are letting me own your ass and letting this guy watch. Say I own your hole.” “You own my asshole.” “Say you want my cum.” “Please give me your cum. Please breed my slut hole.” “What if I tell you to let this guy fuck you when I am done.” “He can fuck me too.” “Will you take his cum?” “I want his cum too.” The bear grunted and told me his load was on the way. This guy didn’t stop fucking as he came. He grunted with each spurt of cum but kept jack hammering my ass until he was completely spent. “You want some of this?” He was talking to the black guy standing out in the hallway. “Come and fuck this slut.” The guys traded places and the black guy shoved his cock in my ass without any preamble. He must have been close to orgasm to begin with because he didn’t last more than 20 or 30 seconds before he buried himself and added his cum to the two loads already there. He milked his cock into my ass, pulled out and left. The bear asked me if I was ok. “That was fucking amazing.” He told me he was going to the bathroom. I reached back to feel my hole. I stuck a finger in my ass, amazed by how puffy and loose it was. I could feel the cum in my ass. I didn’t want it to leak out yet. The bear came back and handed me a bunch of paper towels. Hear you go bud. You can have my booth if you want. I’m going home. I thanked him again and stuffed a wad of paper towels in the back of my underwear to soak up and cum that leaked out on my way home. I went to the bathroom and tried to put myself together, so I didn’t’ look like I just took three loads in my ass. I was only marginally successful. I left the private area and walked toward the exit. My friend the clerk caught my eye and asked if I enjoyed my movie. All I could do is smile and nod my head. When I got home, I went to the toilet and sat down. I bent over so I could see my the cum that was dripping out of my ass. I pushed to see how much would come out. Huge globs of cum slid out of me into the toilet. I pushed more. More cum came out. The feeling made my cock hard. I jerked my cock a few times and shot a huge load. It wasn’t quite at the level of what I did back before rehab at the baths in Phoenix, but it was pretty close.

I debated about writing this as it may not seem terribly interesting for this site. And given my own crazy past sex life, this is mild. But I wanted to anyway because I'm so happy right now. I have a friend I've known for six years. We met at a job. We clicked instantly as friends even though he's considerably younger than me. ( He was 24 to my 46, I'm older than his dad, lol.) He was married at the time to a bitch who didn't like me. (He's bisexual, and she was jealous of our friendship) He got divorced and met another chick, got married again and had a kid who is now 2. We've kept in touch and in Dec he told me his second marriage failed as well. So I've never hit on him before. I have lines I won't cross, especially with friends. But I decided, what the hell, and on Christmas sent him a text basically telling him I want to suck his cock. He responded favourably, but with his kid we hadn't been able to hook up. Until last night. His ex took his daughter for a few, so I went over to his place. After some weed and a bit of Netflix, (I'm not getting mushy, but it was SO nice to just be with a man, and to hold him and be held again. I haven't touched another man in over three years!) we finally got down to it. I can't even describe how it felt to have a cock in my mouth again after so long! I gave him the best head I could and was rewarded with his sweet, sweet cum. It was the best thing I had ever tasted!!! He just jerked me off as he wasn't mentally ready to suck me off yet, given his last few months. But I didn't care. I had the taste of his cum fresh in my mouth. And we're definitely going to be getting together a LOT more frequently! He likes ass play, so that will absolutely be in the future! I'm just so fucking happy to have a friend with benefits again!

Part 11 Others Started to take seconds at the kids ass or mouth. About that time Frank came in, I knew that was going to be epic when I saw the Huge AIDS filled cock You had to see Frank to appreciate what he looked like. He was tall and extremely skinny. His cock actually looked bigger than his arms or legs. He was the epidemy of wasting. He had a strange blister on hos cock, it looked like it had something in it. He said it was a rare form of Siflis. He said it would burst when he was in an ass and give them something extra. He said with all the other stuff he had it wasn’t worth taking anymore meds. He said that he was parting all day long and just took a point of Trimix so his hardon would be good for a while. He walked behind the Kid and checked his hole. He saw the marks on his ass and Frank looked down and saw his dripping stretched pink hole. He said “ You’ve been busy, Haven’t you? “. The Kid weakly said “ Yes Sir “. Frank looked under the kid and saw his hard cock dripping. Frank asked what we gave him to keep a nice hardon like that. We told him nothing but T and G, Lots of T. He smirked and said “ This Kid is a natural. He looks like a teenager and has a cock like that? Frank pulled out a baggie with a he shard in it, I figured Frank would crush it but instead he took it and pushed up in the Kids ass. Then worked hid thumb in to keep it there. The kids eyes sprung open and he said “Damn, That really burns. Take it out”. Frank said “ Just wait a few minutes, you will be enjoying it”. I knew what was about happen so I grabbed a couple bottles of poppers. They were slightly different and I knew from experience that these would hep open the kid and get him ready for what was about to happen. Frank said he could feel the Shard melting some. I could tell he intended on pushing what was left of it into the kids guts. I opened the bottles of Poppers and held them under his nose. Told him to inhale deeply thru his nose and hold it as long as possible. When he exhaled I told him to do it again and hold it longer. He did this two more times and I could tell that between the Meth and the Poppers he was flying. Franks cock had a bigger PA on it than I could remember. He pulled his thumb out and immediately put the head of his cock against the kids hole. He pushed his head in a little and then pulled back. The Kid let out a slight whimper. At that point Frank drove his entire twelve inches into the kid. The ki squealed like a pig and said “ Shit “, Frank replied “ Not today you don’t “. He actually got almost all of it up the kids ass. He pulled out so the PA could rip his hole then pushed back in. this time there was no stopping him until he had his low hanging balls slapping his ass. Frank said “ I can feel what is left of the shard. I just pushed it into your guts” I went around behind them and looked. His ballas were swinging hitting the Kids swollen ball sack. Frank was into some serous ass plowing as I watched. The Kids cock was not quite as had but was still it’s normal size and dripping precum while Frank wrecked his ass. Frank was rooting around making sure he got ever inch up the Kids ass. I looked at the Mirror and the Kids eyes were wide open, his mouth was open but nothing was coming out. Frank slowed his pace saying he didn’t want to cum to soon. He wanted to damage the kid more

Pozzed while Cruising 8 But Josh was going to be the starter. I had to get Ty to the apartment to convert him as well. Was he just fucking guys due to the lack of real pussy or was he really bi. Time would tell. Pozzed While Cruising 8 That night, I had one of the best night sleeps I think I have had in a long while. I leaked cum all over my sheets. I woke up the next day a sticky mess, but I loved it. I peeled my self out of my curusty bed thanking the gods of lustful sex my roommate was gone. He would never understand my wanton lust of cock, of poz cock. I trudged off to the shower to wash off the sex from the previous night. I had the shower to myself. So, I was in and out without incident. I got ready in my room. I was hoping to see Josh in class today and introduce him to Jake and some of his friends. I, also, had another guy in mind in another class, but my white whale would be getting Ty to crossover. I sat in my first class and my mind just wondered about my afternoon class. I even chubbed up at my desk as I daydreamed. As soon as class was over I went into the Union where I knew there was a cruisy restroom on the 3rd floor. I thought I would head there for some “lunch”. This spot was on the third floor down a long hall for banquets that anyone rarely used anymore. It felt that to be here you had a reason to be here or were up to something. I thought I was a bit of both. There was someone just ahead of me walking in the same direction. I could not make out anything about the guy but that he was tall and a bit lanky. I was a good 100 feet behind him. So he had plenty of time to get into the bathroom and get comfortable. When I walked in there were 4 stalls, 3 urinals and the first and third stall were taken. So, I did what any good cocksucker would do. I took the one in the middle. The first thing I noticed was the two large gloryholes on each side of the urinal. They were nearly big enough to put my hand through. I dropped my shorts and lightly tugged on my ever-hardening cock. So if they were looking they would get a good view of my cock and know what my intentions were. I sat down on the toilet. I looked to my right through the glorlyhole and there was a guy already on his knees sucking off another guy. So, I immediately panned left and there was a huge black cock poking through the hole just waiting for me. I leaned and started sucking his large cock. He spoke,”yeah, I knew you was a cocksucker the way you followed me in here.” I honestly wasn’t following him, but I sucked his thick dick a little harder to affirm his notion. Meanwhile, in the next stall. I was hearing a bit more shuffling. I could not turn my head to see, but what I heard led me to think the boy that was sucking is now about to get fucked. I pulled off my black monster to ‘catch’ my breath, but I wanted to peak in on the other stall. What I saw was Jake forcing his thick poz cock into a twink of a guy without a condom. I boned up a tad more. I heard the kid, the twink, ask for a condom, but Jake assured the kid that he trusted the kid was clean. He was only going to put the tip in. I chuckled as I leaned back in to serve the bbc before me, but he withdrew his log and knelt down to ask me to join him in his stall. I thought he wanted to fuck me, but instead he just did not want the wall between us anymore. I sat on the toilet and he proceeded to fuck me face for the next 5 minutes. I gagged, choked and coughed as he fusked my throat. He was ruthless with my mouth and throat. He announced he was going to cum. I pushed his cock deeper in my throat as cock pulsed and unloaded in my mouth and throat. Meanwhile, I could hear the twink grunt and take Jake’s hung tainted meat in his ass. I grinned to myself as my throat fucker told me he was here often. He’d like to see me again. I nodded and said anytime. I could hear Jake fuck the twink harder and quicker. From my limited experience with Jake, I could tell he was getting ready to cum. The twink asked him not to cum in him, but I knew that was not going to happen. I moved back over to my stall as my throat fucking bbc left me just istting there with a hard cock. I watched Jake bang away at the twink. He saw me watching from my stall. He flashed me a thumbs up. He gripped the twinks thighs, pushed his cock deep inside and came a huge toxic load. I could see the fear in the twinks face, but at the same time his cock erupted leaving a puddle on the floor beneath him. I sat back and thought about jerking my rock hard cock, but I chose to save it for my last class of the day. I was hoping to run into Josh and maybe Jake or one of the poz crew. “What does that tattoo mean?” I heard the twink ask Jake. “Oh, it is just biohazard tat, it means nothing, I just thought it was cool.’ I heard Jake replay. “But what about the plus sign?” the twink quizzed Jake. Jake just laughed and told the kind, “google it!” And then Jake opened the door and hustled out of the bathroom. The Twink looked at the hole and saw me watching. He put up his hand over the hole and I took that as a hint to leave. When I got outside, Jake was nowhere to be found. I had a good appetizer, but I was still hungry. So I went down to the Union main hall to grab some lunch. More to Come I love your hot feedback Reach out to me if you want to chat or more Joey

I was bored and horny today so I logged onto Grindr, hoping that it wasn’t just the usual local flakes. I was on for about an hour and just about to give up when a top I had been messaging for a few months and never seem to have our schedules in synch, hit me up. He gave me the usual, “What are you looking for?” I responded with my usual reply: Alpha male in public, bottom bitch behind closed doors. Love to suck, eat ass, and get fucked and get off on being used, especially if the top is verbal. Not really submissive, just get off on the verbal abuse while being used like a cumdump. Being called a sissy, cocksucker, bitch, faggot, etc turns me on. He responded with, “Very nice! Dom top out and about, looking to kick back and get blown by a good faggot cocksucker and then pound his cunt til I blow my load.” He wanted me naked on my knees with some gay porn on the TV and poppers available when he arrived… not a problem. He arrived about 25 minutes later and came through my unlocked door to find me as requested. He stripped down, stood in front of me, and shoved his half hard cock in my mouth, telling me to get it hard so he can breed my faggot pussy. After a few minutes of sucking, he moved past me and sat on my couch, telling me to crawl between his legs and get back to work. I crawled over and took his cock, now about 7”, back in my mouth. He told me what a good cocksucking bitch I was and to get to work on his balls while he checked out my fuckhole. While I tongued his balls, he wet his finger and reached over my back to finger my smooth hole, telling me what a nice pussy I had. He leaned back and told me to get back on his cock. I took it deep, the head pushing into my throat and he grabbed the back of my head and held me there while groaning. He took a hit of my poppers, turned over on his knees, and told me to eat his ass. I dove in, licking and tongue fucking his hole while I stroked his hard cock. He grabbed my head again, forcing me deep into his ass, telling me what a good little faggot bitch I was. He stood up, moved behind me, and pushed on my back bending me over the couch. I took a big hit of poppers and he told me to spread my cunt. When I pulled my ass open, he spit on my hole twice and shoved his cock in right to the balls. He held it there for about 20 seconds while he told me how good my pussy felt, then he started pounding me. It was a relentless pounding, all the while telling me what a good little faggot bitch I was and how well I took his cock, with only one pause for us each to do another hit of poppers. He asked me what I wanted and made me beg him to breed me, pleading for his load in my cunt. After about 2 minutes of me begging for his cum, he grabbed my shoulders, drove himself deep and held it there while he came in me. When he was done, he pulled out, and I turned around and took his cock in my mouth while he told me to clean my cunt juice off his cock. When it was nice and clean, he pulled it out of my mouth, smacked my face with it a few times and got dressed while I knelt there naked with his load dripping out of me. He went out the door with a cheerful, “Thanks for the pussy, faggot. I’ll be back to breed you again soon.”

In my 20s I was a versa bottom and liked guys well into their 40s more than I did guys my own age. In my 30s, my range became 20s-50s. I discovered I was multiorgasmic in my mid-to-late 30s and became a versa top. That didn't really change the range of ages in which I was interested though. In my 40s, I moved over to a total top and my interest range became 20s-60s. Now that 60 isn't as far in the distance as it used to be for me, my range is 40s and above. I'm honest about my age in all my profiles. I won't ping anyone under 40, but if someone under 40 pings me, I'll respond. If we hook up, we hook up. If we don't, his loss. (I tell people all the time how old I am and am consistently told that I look 10-15 years younger. There's no picture over the mantle, I doubt it's good genes, and I'd be lying if I said it was good living. So, <shrug>.) In OH so many ways, youth is wasted on the young. I neither ascribe to nor worship at the cult of youth. I do see it for what it is though. And it rather bores me. (And I just realized a large part of that may be my naturally contrarian nature, where I shy away from what everyone else does.) As others have said, older men know who they are, what they like/don't like and what they want. The same can't be said for as many young men. Twinks are nice to look at but I don't think one of them could handle a 3+ hour session of sex with me like a more mature man can. I'm way past the age where looks matter to me, in part because I'm old enough to know that a pretty package could contain something ugly and putrid. So things OTHER than looks are what attracts me to men. Many of them DO revolve around body hair, but there are other things I find attractive too. And I like builds from skinny right up to linebacker. (I find a Pooh belly OH so attractive, especially when it's hairy!) So, yes, I would fuck Quasimodo if he ticked off any of a number of boxes on my list of things I like in men. Even if I fucked a man who is older than me every day for the next 20 years, I still wouldn't make a dent in that population. But I would do my damnedest to make sure every one of those 7300 men had an experience that they would remember for years to come!

Fuckin hell yes - what a HOT opening! Damn you are such a good writer....always with a different tone and perfect level of depraved sex addiction 😉 Oink, bro!

@ErosWired summed it up nicely! When I have done it, I've duct taped the lock to keep it from locking. I FULLY expect for the top to walk right in while I'm face down with my lubed ass in the air. Sometimes, it's not a "come to room xxx and fuck me" post. Sometimes it's a one on one communication, Then I'll tell him to knock twice and then push the door open. In the lucky times when there ARE multiple tops in the room with me. it makes a HUGE difference if they are actively encouraging each other and talking dirty while they are stripping or stroking and getting themselves hard. There is nothing better than hearing a deep voice telling the man pounding your hole to "fuck him harder!" and feel him respond appropriately. I do my part by being more vocal and moaning and giving them some "Yes, Daddy"s and "Breed me"s and "Seed that hole"s. I find that if I and more vocal, THEY get more vocal. Which usually gets them to fuck harder too.

^ is well explained. I would add one more, if you can do it: from the above, "The worst thing Tops can do is stand apart at a distance ...." This is very true. Don't hang around the periphery, wade right in. Hesitancy will be interpreted negatively. Walk up to another Top already Breeding a Hole, stand close to him and murmur encouraging "Breedchat" like "yeah, great Cock, bud" or "yeah, fuck that Hole harder" or "I'm gonna use your load for lube", etc etc etc. Be bold, but not pushy. Encourage the guys that are fucking at the moment, and you'll get a hotter Hole hungry for more Seed when it's your turn, and a smile from the Cocks preceding yours. And when it is your turn, if other Cocks do the same for you, offer them a go ... every guy will have more fun. It's all about Cock/Hole/Sperm

1. From a practical perspective, you won’t find that many anon cumdumps setting up hosting arrangements in hotels where there are potential barriers to entry. It would be foolish, for instance, to advertise a door-open setup with your room door open…if the guy couldn’t get past the front door without a key card of his own after dark. Likewise, there’s no advantage to setting up in a hotel where Tops would have to parade by the front desk - a certain percentage of them would simply turn away rather than be seen by anyone, so the cumdump would be automatically limiting his prospects. I will only select a hotel for hosting if the room entrances open to the outside and can be accessed without passing through a lobby. Granted, that removes a layer of security one might have, but I when I tell the world of men that my door is open and my ass is theirs to take, I’m already prepared to take whatever comes through that door. When evaluating a cumdump to fuck, I recommend that you take the arrangements carefully into account - if the cumdump is set up in an impractical location with barriers to access it may well mean that you’re dealing with someone inexperienced. 2. When I advertise, ‘Door’s open, come on in,’ I mean precisely that. I rig the door so that it will not latch shut and can simply be pushed open. I expect that the Top will take that initiative because I intend that the first thing he sees when he opens the door is going to confirm to him that he has made the right decision to come - I am going to be in position for him. If I had to get up to open a door, there would be no such moment on entry. Most Tops do simply push and enter, but occasionally one will insist on knocking, and more rarely, will refuse to enter until I come to the door, which is really quite irritating. Don’t be that guy. This is not the place for you to demonstrate your manners, this is the place for you to come in and fuck a slut. It is possible, depending on the cumdump and his setup and arrangements, that you could encounter another Top present using the holes. In my own experience, that is much the exception rather than the rule. Most anon encounters involve men seeing to their own needs, often covertly and in need of discretion. Many will not approach if they think another man is present or may soon be. Even those who are keen for some group action seldom bring the group themselves; I am very often asked if I can invite other men to join, but I find this risky in that I have as good a chance of frightening someone off by proposing group play as I do enticing them. I usually just tell men they’re welcome to bring as many as they want with them - I’ll take all of them. How naked you get for sex in any situation is a matter if personal preference, and it runs the gamut. I’ve had men remain fully clothed and simply unzip, and I’ve had them strip down to every level from there to nude. (I’m always slightly bemused by a man who will take off every stitch of clothing to full-body-contact fuck me…with his hat on.) What you choose to say to the cumdump, if anything, is also purely discretionary, and a seasoned cumdump will take his cue from what you do or don’t say. Some men are friendly and downright chatty; some say no more than what’s necessary; some incorporate their talk into their play in sensual, filthy, and/or degrading ways - I get told I’m a whore and a faggot quite a lot and it seems to invigorate them - and sometimes they don’t say a single word. One young man in Louisville has bred me several times, and has not uttered a syllable beyond a heavy, satisfied sigh while he unloads in me. For all I know he’s mute. You do you. In the event that you should find yourself in an anon, impromptu group sharing an ass, there is no rulebook to follow about how to behave. You just go with it. My advice is to be observant, and be conscious of the needs, appetites and tastes that the other men express. Enter into it in the spirit of a mutually shared pleasure, and strive to ensure that everyone is able to participate to the level that he wishes, without pressure to perform. Be yourself and don’t worry about what the others may be thinking - your open sexuality will be a turn-on. Importantly, do not monopolize the holes. Make sure the cocks are getting their turns, rotating through several times until spent. The worst thing Tops can do in these situations, I find, is stand apart at a distance, watching wordlessly until one finishes fucking. It simply makes the one fucking feel put on the spot and under pressure to both perform and to hurry. But again, I think you’ll find that most times it will just be you and the cunt in the room. Don’t be hesitant, and don’t be bashful! Cumdumps like me were put on earth to ensure that Tops like you never have to go a single day without fucking a warm, wet hole if you want it. It’s tragic to me when I think that right now, this moment, somewhere there’s a Top beating off in his hand and wishing he could fuck someone, and my ass is sitting here not being fucked. Go out and get you some. And if fate ever brings you to my open door, don’t knock. Just come on in and help yourself.

I have the perfect top. He's amazing. I've been loyal to him for about 10 plus years. He'd exactly what a real top should be. I'm proud to be his bottom boy.

I love when I'm at bookstore and get a shy guy, possibly married but definitely not out, to suck my cock as others watch. His need to suck me outweighs his shame in doing it. I find myself putting on a bit of a show, pulling my cock out to rub on his face, or to direct his mouth to my balls. Finally, when I'm cumming I moan loudly so all the guys watching know the cocksucker just ate my load. Anyone else enjoy doing this?

This story is a continuation of the one found here. “Kurt, I think I’m sick.” I called him that afternoon, as I was starting to feel gross at work. Achy. And my skin kind of hurt, which was a sure sign I was running a temperature. “Oh baby, I’m sorry!” he said, barely masking the giddiness in his voice. “And do you mean ‘sick’ sick? Like, do you think it’s the, um, you know… Flu?” I smirked a bit at this as I pictured how excited he probably looked at that very moment. “Yeah, stud. I think this is it.” “Awwww. You head home, and I’ll leave work early and take care of you. Gotta take care of my honeyhole!” “Yeah yeah. You say the sweetest things. See you later. I’ll probably be napping.” I hung up. I really did feel like hammered shit, which is exactly what I told my boss before heading home for the day. And by ‘home’ I mean Kurt’s place- which I guess technically was my place too, as I’d basically moved in almost immediately after our first weekend together. It was basically a done deal the instant we kissed in my car. And the fuck he threw me on Labor Day weekend sealed the deal. That first fuckfest saw him breeding me 4 times over a span of 6 hours and basically ruining my insides from all angles. The next morning, I shat so much cum (and a fair bit of blood) that I actually called him to the bathroom to witness his handiwork. Naturally, that turned him on and led to another round of me being used randily before breakfast. I had to beg him for prep time! With a fresh load of his DNA in me, we sat down to a breakfast of eggs and coffee, which he had thoughtfully prepared for us while I showered. And that’s where we said the “L” word to each other for the first time. We were sitting at his small breakfast table, eating in silence, bathed in bright morning sunlight. He looked so fucking hot in just his loose pajama bottoms with his hair all mussed up. He caught me staring and with his mouth still full said “Whut?” And I just shrugged and said, “Nothing. Just… I love you, is all.” That was the first time I’d officially said it to anybody. I was always worried that I would have to fake it, or just always do the “I love you too” thing. But no. This was easy. And I meant it completely. He beamed at me and then his face crumpled a little as he got a little emotional. “Wow. That is… just, so good to hear because… because I love YOU. I knew when you kissed me in your car after I bawled like a little bitch.” “I knew I loved you when you said ‘As you wish’ to me.” “Well, I knew I was into you when you yelled at me at the sex party. I was angry, ashamed, and sad all at the same time, which nobody has made me feel since Bo. So there were definite… feelings… there.” “Well, I knew I was hopelessly infatuated when you ‘mean girled’ me at the bar. Anyone able to eviscerate me with a mere look like that? Big feelings.” He chuckled and pointed his fork at me. “Oh, so is this a competition on who was into whom first now?” “Everything is a competition, bucko—and from where I’m sitting?” I gave him a long, slow, up and down appraisal. “I definitely won the big *cough* prize.” “It’s kind of amazing you’re able to sit at all, actually,” he said flippantly. And we laughed. The rest of Labor Day was spent talking and fucking, and ordering pizza as new couples do. Eventually I had to tap out, as my ass was raw and ruined and I was starting to fear that everything on the inside of me may just accidentally end up on the outside if I stood up quickly. But let me tell you. It was so fucking hot to take a nap with his cock lodged inside and his arms wrapped around me. I felt so taken care of that I completely zonked for like 2 hours. Until I awoke to his stiffening dick poking my spleen. Again. Eventually I drove him back to pick up his car which we had left at Tom’s house. We went our separate ways (briefly) so I could pick up some clothes and toiletries and meet him back at his. From there, Kurt and I rapidly settled into coupledom. Most of our meals were spent together. TV and movies on the couch. Sleeping together. Fucking. Kurt even got a family membership at his gym so we could work out together. It was all so disgustingly domestic and I loved it. Since Kurt’s condo was infinitely nicer than my shithole apartment, it naturally became our home base. I already had part of a closet and some drawers. All my valuables had been transferred over, and other than some occasional trips to show my neighbors what good gay sex sounded like or to pick up random items, I’d been at “our place” ever since. Which is where I found myself now, shivering, and under blankets on the couch. I took some ibuprofen, drank some juice, and curled up to watch some shitty daytime TV. The next thing I remember is feeling his lips (and stubble) on my forehead. “Hey babe, how you feeling?” he asked quietly. “Pretty meh,” I mustered. “Yeah, I remember what it was like. You’re most likely seroconverting now, and your body is gonna feel it.” “Maybe it’s just a cold. There’s been a lot of crap going around,” I offered, mainly to rile him up a little. “Are you suggesting that I’m not as fertile as I claimed to be?” he said in mock frustration. “Well, I dunno. It’s been almost two months with near daily breedings. Maybe your swimmers just can’t get me pregnant?” I shrugged nonchalantly. “You fucker,” he growled. “You’re gonna regret that.” * * I was feeling a touch better later that evening, after some soup and a long nap. I woke up on the couch, and Kurt was sitting in the chair across from me, naked, and watching me sleep. He was also slowly jacking that enormous meat of his. “Wakey, Wakey… time for snakey,” he sing-songed. I rolled my eyes. “Are you serious, coming at me with that? I’m tired and feeling gross. I probably have just enough energy to get in bed.” “Oh, we’re getting in bed alright,” he stated. “That’s where I’m going to fuck you. It’s been two days and I need to empty these nuts.” “Stud, I don’t know if I….” I started. He cut me off. “This isn’t a request. I AM going to fuck you. You’re converting. You know it. I know it. And I want to put one more fat, poz load in your guts to seal the deal.” His amber eyes had that dark glitter about them, so I knew he was in full sex mode at this point and would not be dissuaded. So I hauled my ass off the couch, popped 3 more ibuprofen, and headed to the bathroom to prepare myself. When I walked into the bedroom, I was expecting that porn would be going, and the sling to be up and ready. But no. Soft music was playing and the room was lit by several electric candles scattered about to give the space ambiance. He was standing next to the bed, all shy looking. In the center of the bed was a towel with a single red rose on it. Naturally the lube and poppers were handy too. “What’s all this?” I asked, confused. “This will be our anniversary, so I wanted it to be special,” he said kind of sheepishly. “I thought our anniversary was the day before labor day... When we first got together?” “Well, that’s one anniversary, yeah,” he said. “But tonight will be the anniversary of when we become joined by a bond that can’t be broken and you become mine forever.” Even in my not-feeling-so-great state, hearing him talk like this was doing it for me. I felt myself boning up and feeling that need for seed. I walked over to where he stood and looked up at him expectantly. He kissed me then, and just like it had done since the very beginning, it electrified my senses. “Tonight is all about you, babe,” he said. And he proceeded to kiss down my body, slowly. And then he engulfed my swollen dick with his mouth. This was a bit of a different side of Kurt, and I wasn’t sure where it was all going. I mean, I was most comfortable in the roll of “bottom cumdump”. I get off on guys just using me selfishly for their pleasure. Being used as a hole is what turns ME on most- the more degrading the better. A guy just using me as a human fleshlight will make my toes curl every time, and if he verbally degrades me during I’ll most likely cum no handed. So having Kurt be the attentive one was definitely throwing me off a little, but I decided to go with it. After sucking me a good long while, he slowly spun me around, bent me over the bed, and started eating my ass. This was also something he rarely did- as it was typically my job to eat his. But I fucking love being rimmed, and his stubble and stache grating against my hole were lighting me up like a Christmas tree. Pretty soon I was begging for his dick to be inside me. I got pretty insistent about it, which earned a huff of a laugh into my twitching butthole. “Ok, buckaroo, I can see what you need,” he smiled as I crawled to the middle of the bed. I smelled the rose before flinging it to a nightstand. “Woses… how owdinawy,” I said, doing my best Madeline Kahn. He genuinely laughed at this and favored me with one of his megawatt smiles. “You are so fucking corny- I love you.” “I know,” I said with a smirk. “It WAS a red rose after all.” “Yes. Red. For Love… and blood,” he growled, his eyes hooded and gleaming. “I need your dick in my mouth. Now,” I commanded. I figured if this was all about me tonight, I was gonna be a bossy bottom. “As you wish,” he quipped, as he maneuvered himself to present his massive tool for my enjoyment. Kurt’s cock really was just about the biggest I’d ever seen. I may have sucked a couple bigger ones in my day (some longer, some thicker) but his was definitely at the farthest end of the bell curve. It was like a true 9, and also very girthy. Straight and hard, with a darker, ruddy flared head on it. The shaft was almost the same thickness for the entire length- like a thicker can of red bull. But there was a magic spot about an inch and a half down from the head, where the shaft bulged ever so slightly thicker. This is what made his cock special. The way that thicker portion tugged out on my hole when fucking me, or feeling it just push past my second ring… fuck. It was absolute heaven in flesh form. I worshipped his meat with my mouth as best I could. I’ll fully admit, I’m a terrible cock sucker. I do it, but mainly just to get the cock wet for my ass. I have a terrible gag reflex and my jaw and neck always get tired doing it. But feeling his cockhead lodging in my throat definitely got my engine revving. Taking additional advantage of the “it’s all about me” night, I decided that I was going to ride his cock for something new. I know, right? Sex for two months, and I hadn’t ridden his cock yet? Outlandish! But yeah, we never had. I’m a big fan of doggy and/or sling fucks (again—I like being used) and Kurt was only too happy to oblige me in this regard as he was definitely an alpha top ass-user. I mean, I’d been on my back on the bed a bit, and on my side and stomach. But it was all where Kurt was in control of it all. I pulled my mouth off his cock, grabbed the lube, and started slathering his cock (and my hole) while he lay there, his hands still behind his head. He made a move to get up and I shook my head and pushed him back down gently. He looked at me quizzically, but quickly cottoned on when I started moving up to straddle him. “Well, this is… different,” he said, a bit unsure. “All about me, remember big guy?” I said as I positioned his head at my hole. I took a big hit of poppers and got ready. “As you… OH!” he said, as I slammed myself all the way down on his dick. It hurt. My god it hurt like hell to do it like that! And his head was wedged up against my second ring which was DEFINITELY not open yet. But I wanted it to hurt. I also wanted to show him I could take him and take my pleasure from him. I paused with him in me, my eyes squeezed shut in a grimace, sweat beading on my forehead. “Jesus, bud, you ok?” He said with some genuine concern. “This is our anniversary, so we better make this count.” I gritted out. I hit the spray poppers next, and slowly started to fuck myself on his prong. By about the third stroke, I was able to pop him into my second ring, and I left it there for a minute as I milked him with my hole. He growled in appreciation as I knew he would, and I bent down to kiss him. I loved kissing him as I was fully impaled on him! We fucked like this for awhile. I was getting quite the leg and hip workout riding up and down for that full length. He was assisting me by having his meaty hands at my hips, helping to lift me up and pulling me down. Occasionally he would reach up to flick my nipples, knowing this would send my hole into a milking frenzy on his dick. He could sense I was getting tired though, so eventually he pulled me down to a kiss, and then slowly worked me onto my back. It was time for me to be used, and I started to tell him so. “Sir, I need….” He loved it when I called him Sir. “Shhhhh,” he interrupted me. “I know. Don’t you think I know what you need by now?” He moved the pillow from behind my head and spread my legs a bit. He cupped his hands at my knee pits so he could push my legs down and out. And then he started to drill my hole. Hard. I was in full fuckpig mode at this point, so there was nothing but pleasure for me in his wrecking my cunt. His cock was making the heavens open up when he went deep, and the tug on my hole was tingling all my nerve endings. And all that meat in between was like a Mack truck driving across my prostate. He was going to force my load out no-handed again… it was just a matter of time. I just hope I could hold out as long as him. Eventually he got my knees up on his shoulders so he could really piston into me with his full weight. I cupped my hands around the back of his neck so I could stare at him as he wrung his pleasure from me. “Cum in me, sir. Please. Please, sir,” I begged. “I’m getting so close, bud. Gonna knock up that sweet ass of yours once and for all,” he grunted. “Gonna make you mine. You’re gonna be mine forever after this.” He was really fucking me with everything he had now. I could feel his cock getting that little extra bit harder that he did right before he came. I knew all of his tells now. I waited until I could see the orgasm in his eyes. “Until death do us part,” I whispered. With a loud “FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!” he unleashed his toxic seed deep inside me. He made sure to plant his cock all the way to the hilt so I could feel his head pulsing up past my second ring because he knew I liked that the best. When his orgasm subsided, he noticed I hadn’t cum yet. So without me having to ask, he got his hands in my knee pits again, and started fucking me slowly with his still hard cock. He stared at me intently as he did this. Then he started his verbal assault. “You liked that, didn’t you, you fuckin pig? You liked me leaving a fucking cumload deep in that cunt of yours? That filthy fucking pig cunt? You’re just a fuckin hole to me, you know that? I just say all the love crap to keep you hot for my dick. You’re nothing but a fucking cum receptacle. A hole. A cock socket. You exist to get my dick off. And guess what, you stupid fucker? I’m POZ! You just got filled with a dirty fuckin load. I’m grinding that toxic seed into your ass walls. Hope you like getting pozzed up you stupid fucking….” “UGGGGGGGHHHHHH!” I cried, as my first volley of cum spattered my chest and chin. Several more spurts came afterward, as I unloaded my balls everywhere. He kept fucking me slowly to push out every drop. I shook with ecstasy every time his cock pushed deep. He buried himself in me, and then started playing with my nipples. It was almost more than I could bear and my asshole danced like mad on his dick. “Fuck, you’re gonna milk out another one!” he warned. Without pulling out, he worked me onto my hands and knees, and started throwing the dick to me again. Hard and fast. As I had already cum, I was kind of in “exit only” mode, but I also knew I wanted to get him off again. So I hit the poppers hard and let him have me. I do my best bottoming work doggy, and have been known to pull the load out of a guy with my ass skills. So I set to working and milking and gripping my hole on him, all while throwing my ass back to meet his thrusts. It was not long before I was treated to a long, guttural grunt and the quick throb of his cock inside me, signaling that I had just done my job successfully yet again. This time, when he was finished, he pulled out slowly and then smacked his wet dick on my ass. We collapsed in a heap on the bed. As we cuddled later, and as I was starting to drift off, he said, “You know I didn’t really mean that bit about…” “Shhhh,” I interrupted. “Being in love means never having to say you’re sorry for things said to get your cock socket to cum no handed.” “Dork,” he chuckled. * * About a week later when I was basically back to feeling like myself, Kurt suggested that it might be time for me to get to the doctor. “Just to confirm our suspicions, you know. For the sake of science,” he said. “You just want to know if your track record is still intact, you sick fuck,” I said jokingly. “I’ll call and set up something for next week or so.” “Keep me posted,” he hummed happily. I was masking my feelings pretty well around Kurt and I kept up my typical jovial banter, but inwardly I was concerned. Concerned and worried and nervous and scared and a whole lot of other emotions. Ok, so maybe I had technically been ‘bug chasing’ in a matter of speaking, but it wasn’t really about that. It was more about getting Kurt, not about getting sick. He just happened get off on pozzing guys, so that was the tradeoff I decided to make. And it was indeed my decision, one which I fully embraced. I chose to let him breed me that first time, to give him what he wanted. I could have done the day after treatment, but I chose not to. And I also chose—repeatedly—to let him try to convert me through almost daily breeding sessions. But now, after having a week of fever and chills, it suddenly became real. Like REAL real. Like “what have I done” real. Was it worth it? Was Kurt worth it? What would happen next? I found myself worrying about healthcare for the first time in my life. And job security. And HIV stigma. And medication cost. And side effects. And sickness. I knew I needed to find out early in order to get started on a pill regimen if I was positive, but I didn’t want to take that first step yet. But the ‘what happens next’ question also applied to other aspects of my life moving forward. And would I be moving forward with Kurt. Was there even an ‘us’? I know Kurt said he wanted to convert me so that we could be together forever, but I couldn’t help but wonder if he was really serious about that. And all this is what paralyzed me and kept me from setting up a doctor’s appointment. These thoughts were consuming my brain every minute of the day and causing me to spiral down the rabbit hole of unknowns. I was unfocused at work and I wasn’t sleeping well. And I was really starting to get depressed. At home, I was becoming quiet and lethargic. I was even starting to beg off going to the gym with Kurt (which I normally enjoyed). I mean, who wouldn’t want to go watch their boyfriend in tight gym clothes, lifting weights, getting all sweaty and making other boys drool? Anyway, I managed to keep Kurt at bay for an additional two weeks or so, with flimsy excuses as to why I hadn’t gone to the doctor yet. I was tired. I had to work. The holidays had me down. There weren’t any appointments before Thanksgiving. Let’s wait till December between the holidays. Finally, Kurt started losing his patience with me. “Dude, you need to get tested,” he grumbled. “Don’t make me withhold sex from you.” “HA! As if you could say no to all this,” I laughed, while gesturing to myself. I was desperately trying to deflect where this conversation was headed. “C’mon. We need to know. YOU need to know. You aren’t scared about it or anything, are you?” he goaded. “No, I’m not scared,” I lied. “Then why haven’t gone in? It’s seriously like 10 minutes and done. Easy peasy.” “There just hasn’t been a good time for me,” I said weakly. Kurt gave me ‘the look’ over the tops of his gold frame 70’s aviator frame glasses that made him look like a porn star. “Do it. Before this weekend.” “Oh Yes SIR,” I saluted. As much as he liked me calling him Sir, he did NOT like it when I used it sarcastically. This earned me an exasperated sigh and a ‘time out’ until dinner. And as you can probably guess, the end of the week rolled around and I still hadn’t gotten tested. Kurt had actually been good and not brought up the subject since our little spat earlier in the week. He also let me mope about without peppering me with more questions. I figured he was finally giving me space, which was nice of him. And he definitely had NOT withheld on the sex, thank God, although the volume was way down, which added to my fears, as Kurt basically needed sex daily. Still, I’d been pretty quiet and introspective all week and it didn’t go unnoticed. When I got home on Friday, I found him waiting for me expectantly. “Get changed, Eyore. I’m taking you out on a date,” he said. Perhaps this is what I needed to help get my mind off things. So, I did as I was instructed and got ready. As I was choosing what to wear I called out, “Where are we going?” “Nowhere fancy, just the usual. But wear the 501’s. I wanna show off my boyfriend’s hot ass.” Oh yes sir, I thought and smiled for the first time all week. We hopped in his car, and he reached over and held my hand as we drove. We listened to music and I just let him drive and was happy. But then I noticed we were not exactly going to our typical restaurant areas. “Babe, where exactly are we going?” I said, as I started to get alarmed. “Um… ok. Don’t be mad,” he started. “Hearing the words ‘don’t be mad’ is basically a surefire way to make me mad. What did you do?” I clapped back. “I made us an appointment at my doctor,” he came clean. Suddenly I felt like a dog that had been promised a car ride only to discover it was a trip to the Vet. “Jesus, you’re unbelievable!” I spat. “I just KNEW you wouldn’t do it yourself, so I’m making it happen. We’re doing this and getting it over with. My doctor is very cool and supportive and it’ll be painless. And I’m going with you to be there for you, no matter what,” he stated loudly and with finality. I sulked in the seat next to him with my arms crossed and refused to look at him. I know I was being a petulant child about it all, but I don’t think I can accurately describe just how much my stomach was in knots at that moment. My guts basically turned to liquid and I nearly started hyperventilating as it felt like we were speeding along to my execution. We rolled up to his doctor’s office, where we were obviously the last appointment of the day as the lot was basically empty. The doctor greeted us the moment we were in the door. “Hey, I was almost beginning to give up on you guys,” he said congenially as he hugged Kurt. “Hi, I’m Doctor Stone, but you can call me Doc. Most everyone does.” He shook my hand. Kurt had a very good relationship with his doctor all things considered, which is how he wangled this appointment even without me being a patient. At least not yet. Doctor Stone was gay and about 60, and admittedly a stone-cold fox. He had silver hair and a full beard, and was definitely rocking a great body beneath a very snug smock. Kurt told me that he frequently participated in triathelons and he had even been a Mr. Leather a couple years prior. The good doctor even took 3rd overall at IML—which I could totally see after meeting him in person. And while I don’t think the doc knew ALL of Kurt’s… proclivities… he definitely appeared to have his finger on the pulse of the gay community, specifically the leather/kink community. Having a hot, built, gay, leatherdaddy doctor though was not necessarily going to make this any easier for me. If anything, I was now also feeling shame and embarrassment on top of my fears. “Where’s your staff?” I asked. “Oh, they’ve left for the day. For what you’re here for, I can do all the work—if that’s ok,” he said earnestly. I nodded. “Kurt, why don’t you wait here for us, and I’ll just take him on back. We’ll get you when we’re done,” the Doc said. So Kurt sat down in the waiting room, and started playing on his phone. I followed the Doc back, butterflies jackhammering in my guts. We got back to the exam room and he sat me down. He sat down too, smiled warmly, and he took my hand. “I want you to know that no matter what the results, it’s going to be ok. YOU are going to be ok. You know that, right?” he patted my hand comfortingly. “This is just knowledge, and knowledge is power.” I nodded and swallowed thickly. “So, do you know if you’ve been exposed to HIV?” he asked, even though I was pretty sure he knew the answer. “Yes,” I answered quietly. “I mean, yes I know I’ve been exposed.” He nodded. “And, do you think you might be HIV positive?” he enquired. “Yes,” I answered again. “Why do you think that?” “Well, Doc. I got pretty sick with kind of a flu-like illness about a month ago. And I’d been, um, having lots of unprotected sex before that.” And while I was deliberately obtuse about exactly with whom I’d been having the sex, I was pretty sure the good Doctor knew. The Doc nodded. “Ok then. I’m going to do two tests—one is the quick oral swab test. The other will be the blood antibody test. I’ll go ahead and draw the blood, as I can get that test going as the confirmatory sample.” And then the Doc set about to work. He swabbed my mouth and found a good vein and drew some blood. When he was done, he stood up. “Now I’m going to process these—it won’t take long. Just wait here. And remember what I said. Everything is going to be ok, kiddo.” And with a wink and a warm smile, he left me to wait. * * After what felt like an eternity, the Doctor came back in. I tried to read his face, but couldn’t. My guess is that he’d learned to school his expression after doing hundreds of these tests. He sat down across from me again. I almost couldn’t breathe. “Your oral test came back positive for HIV,” he stated. “Oof, way to pull that bandaid right off, Doc,” I said, a warm dizziness rushing over me. “The second test will confirm it shortly, but I wanted to start preparing you for the outcome. How are you feeling at this moment?” He asked with care in his eyes. “I… don’t know? A little shocked and sad maybe? Although if I’m being honest, I’m not surprised given my recent behavior. I think deep down I knew that was always going to be the outcome. But I don’t think I’m fully grasping the reality of it all yet. But I mean, I’m not gonna burst into tears or off myself anything, if that’s what you were getting at.” The Doctor smiled good-naturedly. “That was a good answer. I know it’s a lot to take in, even if you had a sneaky feeling you might be HIV positive. And even if you may have… deliberately… been acting in a manner contrary to being safe. It’s always a bit of a shock to hear the words spoken aloud. I mean, I still remember when I got my diagnosis 20 years ago.” “Wait. You’re poz?” I asked, somewhat startled. “I am. It’s very well managed, as it has been for two decades. I’m undetectable and very healthy. Just as you can be once on meds. Like I said, kiddo, you will be just fine regardless.” “It seems weird that a gay Doctor of your… generation… who treats gay men is HIV positive, given all your expertise and training and the AIDS crisis and stuff,” I said. He looked at me deeply. “I may be a Doctor, but I’m human too. I think people tend to forget that last part. And I’m a gay human, with very strong sexual urges and questionable decision-making skills in certain scenarios. Much like you, I’d wager. Honestly though, I choose to view myself as lucky. I’m healthy, and I feel that being positive gives me a better understanding of what it all means, so that I can treat my patients with empathy a greater level of care. I can also draw on my own sexual history in order to be non-judgmental. My goal is to be there for my patients. To listen and be a good medical provider. So, a guy can tell me he’s a barebacking cumslut who gets off on taking dirty loads, and it doesn’t phase me one bit.” He was looking at me intently as he said this last bit. I blushed strongly at his words. “Well, as you may have guessed I’m not exactly an angel…” I said. “Been there, done that, got charged and have the receipts,” he chuckled. And instantly I was more at ease and the knot in my guts started to relax a bit. “I’m going to go check your other test and I’ll be right back.” And he was off again. The Doc came back a few minutes later and it was confirmed. I was now officially HIV+. It still didn’t quite feel real to me, and my head was swimming a bit, but I also felt lighter than I had in months. Like a weight had been lifted. The doc and I chatted a bit more and he offered me his services as a primary physician. I told him I’d like that very much. He told me to call soon to set up an appointment when I was ready where we could discuss treatment options. The good Doctor walked me back out front. As soon as we stepped into the waiting room, Kent was on his feet, looking at me expectantly. I decided to be a bit mean. “Down boy, it was a false alarm,” I said with a smile. The look on Kurt’s face was priceless. He tried to smile and not show his bitter disappointment, and he failed miserably at both. I knew I was going to let him off the hook eventually, but not just yet. And not here in front of his doctor. “Thanks, Doc for taking this extra time out of a Friday for me,” I said genuinely. “Any time,” he said. “Now you two have a fun evening. Oh, need any condoms? They’re free.” He grabbed a basket off the reception desk and waived them at us. I took one to be nice, and the Doc winked at me conspiratorially. “And Kurt- it’s about time you visited for a checkup, don’t you think?” Kurt promised to visit in the next few weeks. They hugged goodbye, and the doc whispered something to him. Kurt nodded sheepishly. Then he grabbed my hand as we headed out. * * After the Doctor’s visit, he took me to my favorite place- Tres Gattos. A little dive Mexican cantina off the beaten path that had killer margs, damn good queso and burritos the size of your head. We sat in the booth and ordered our usual, and I found Kurt to be a bit quieter than normal. “What’s up, Buttercup?” I asked, wanting to watch him squirm a bit longer. “Oh, nothing,” he said sullenly. “Dude, cut the crap. You’re upset about something. What is it? You upset I’m still neg?” “Um, Yeah, actually. And I feel bad for feeling upset about it, ok? I should be glad you’re still ok. But damnit, I was SO sure you were gonna be! I was positive we had an anniversary to celebrate, pun intended. I… I even had a gift ready for you,” he said, eyes downcast. “You’ve been ‘gifting’ me for awhile now, stud,” I quipped. I thought for sure he’d chuckle at my “gift” joke. Instead he just sighed and looked at me like a sad puppy. “Can I ask what the gift is?” I said hopefully. Quietly he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box. A fucking RING box. And if THAT didn’t just make me feel like the prize asshole of the century. “Duuuuuude,” I exhaled. “Whutdafuk is that?” “Go ahead… open it,” he said glumly. I opened it slowly, and my heart kind of stuttered a bit. Inside was a Claddagh ring. Gold. I just sat there with the open box in my hand, starting at it. “There’s an inscription, too,” he said. I picked it up, and inside the band it said: Forever mine, 11/5/18. Our anniversary date. The supposed date of my conversion. I put the ring back in the box, closed it, and set it on the table. Jesus he was going to be mad. “Ok, so don’t be mad…” I started. His eyes snapped up to mine. “When you say “don’t be mad” that’s a surefire way to make me mad,” he said dangerously. “Um… so, back at the Doc’s office? I may have, um… fibbed… a little? About my diagnosis? Kind of?” He stared at me blankly, his jaw slack. “Because I am. Um. Positive.” “You’re positive,” he said flatly. “Yes. I’m quite positive that I’m… positive. So… surprise?” I said through a toothy, tight smile. He looked at me for probably a good 10 seconds before “Why the fuck would you DO that?” Yeah, he was kinda pissed. “Oh, I don’t know,” I whispered hotly. “Maybe because my boyfriend hijacked me to a doctor’s appointment after promising a date night?” “Dude! I cannot even. Just… dude.” He said shaking his head. “I thought you’d be happier to hear that we’re pregnant,” I said with a sigh. Kurt just gave me his ‘over-the-glasses’ look again, appraising me quietly. (He was wearing his glasses more now, because he knew how the gold frames highlighted his honey-amber eyes, and how much the 70’s porn stud look turned me on). Even pissed at me, he was so goddamn sexy. He was not going to make this easy. “Here. Let’s do this again,” I said as I slid the ring back across the table. “It’s really very nice and very sweet. I promise to act surprised when you give it to me. Here, take it.” He snatched up the ring box and stashed it in his pocket again. “Nope. I don’t think I want to give it to you now,” he said with a sniff. “I better get that ring. Don’t make me withhold sex from you.” “HA! As if you could say no to all this,” he said pointing to his crotch. A small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “You know I hate it when you quote me back to me,” I grumbled, crossing my arms. “Oh I know,” he said smugly as he popped a chip in his mouth. We locked eyes over the table, and I could tell that he wasn’t pissed at me anymore. He was now just toying with me, because he could. And because he knew that I secretly liked verbal sparring very much. His eyes were dark and glittery again, and I could read his mind like it was a large print book. “Guess I’m just gonna have to make it up to you somehow,” I said with as much wicked innuendo as I could muster. I downed my margarita in about 3 gulps and then very slowly licked the salt off the rim. His eyes were glued to my tongue the entire time. Then I stood up and announced that I needed to go to the bathroom. As I got out of the booth, I made a show of dropping my wallet accidentally, and bent over slowly to retrieve it. I could almost feel the heat of his gaze boring a hole through my 501’s. Because I know Kurt and what date night can mean, I prepped my ass as part of getting dressed for our date. I also brought a small bottle of lube, because you just never know when or where we may go at it hammer and tongs. Which made our sex life all the more exciting. The men’s room at Tres Gattos was just about what you’d expect. Terra cotta tile floor, cheap Mexican tile on the walls. It was a two-holer, a urinal and a toilet, both just open, and a small counter with a sink. It was definitely not the cleanest bathroom, and there was always a stale beer piss smell in the air. And naturally there was also a lock on the door. We had made use of this lock before. I had my pants dropped to my ankles while I stood at the urinal, my ass lubed for him. I actually did have to piss, so I was just finishing that as he came in. I didn’t flush. I just stood and waited as he locked the door. “I told Jorge we’d be back to the table in a few and to keep our food warm for us,” Kurt whispered as he came up behind. Jorge was our favorite cute, gay waiter with whom we loved to flirt. I think Jorge had a little thing for me, which made Kurt a wee bit jealous. Which I loved. Jorge also knew what was up, so he took good care of us. And we tipped generously. “Now about that ring,” I said as I lubed up Kurt’s dick. Kurt really gets off on public sex, of course. Hell, the first time I met him he was knocking up a guy in a bathroom at our local gay bar! When we’re at home, he takes his sweet time in cumming. He can almost go indefinitely, but he’s good about sensing when I am almost about out of patience for the load. Now, the nice thing for me with the public sex is that Kurt cums fairly easily. He knows we have to be expeditious with it, so it’s all about the hot, dirty, pump n dump scene. I figured I could get a quick load from him this time, especially with the ace up my sleeve. I arched my back and leaned my chest forward to the urinal. I could smell the rank piss which admittedly was turning me on as his huge cockhead pushed into me. I worked my ass on him as we worked him in past the thick part. He grabbed my hips and started in with quick, shallow thrusts. It was all I could do to relax without my usual poppers, but the scene was turning me on too. I definitely liked knowing I could flash my ass and get him to breed me anytime, anywhere. I started to work my hole on his cock, and he snarled appreciatively. Mindful of Jorge and our food, I decided to play my ace. “I guess you did it after all,” I said. “Did what?” he grunted. “You finally knocked me up. Those poz swimmers of yours finally took. Yeah, fuck my newly poz cunt, sir. YOU did that. It’s yours. You put your stamp in it, and now I’m toxic too! That dirty fucking DNA is in me forever now. Yeah, sir! Add to my viral load! Do it! Give this cumdump another fithy fuckload!” “Ugggghhhh!” he grunted quietly as his dick started throbbing inside me. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” he whispered, his forehead resting against me as he parked his dick and emptied himself. Now, one of the best things about the pump n dump stand up sex with Kurt is that he’s NOT all the way up in my colon when he cums. Don’t get me wrong, I LIVE for that. But I also like this. Here he’s only about halfway in with his dick, so I really feel the spurts of his load. I also tend to feel really greasy-wet and full afterward. It’s hot as hell. It’s also a crapshoot (pun intended) to see if I can keep it all in me, or if it starts to leak out. Once he was spent, he pulled out and a bit of his load leaked out and started to run down the back of my thigh. I scooped it up, and fingered it back into my hole. He grabbed a wet paper towel and tossed it to me, and then he grabbed another and cleaned himself off. We then made ourselves presentable, washed up, and headed back to the table where Jorge had left us two fresh margaritas. I sat in the booth with a satiated smile on my face. I kept staring at Kurt, and he kept staring right back at me, half smiling. “I don’t know if that quite makes up for things,” he said, “but here. For you.” He pulled out the ring box again and slid it across the table. “For ME? Well I DECLARE!” I drawled while blinking rapidly and fanning myself. He laughed and groaned simultaneously. “Oh Jesus, just try the stupid thing on already.” I took it out of the box, smiled, and handed it to him. “If you liked it then you shoulda put a ring on it,” I sang quietly, as I flourished my hand. He slid it on my right ring finger- the heart facing me, not outward, to show that my heart was taken. And it fit perfectly, and I stared at it appreciatively. “Where’s yours?” I asked. “One cannot buy a claddagh ring for oneself, it’s bad luck,” he said dismissively as if everyone knew this. “So I guess you’ll be expecting a blowjob later,” I grimaced. “Blowies for jewelry is an age old understanding between men and their bitches,” he smiled. “Careful there,” I cautioned. And he flashed me his big, dimpled smile, knowing I would swoon. It completely worked, the bastard. Jorge came back then with our food then. He smiled knowingly and asked if we had washed up and if he needed to perhaps tidy up the men’s room? We assured him that we left it just fine. He joked that perhaps he should put a camera in there, just to make sure the customers were being safe. “Oh, we’re never safe,” we told him in unison. I then mentioned that I was ‘embarazada’ now, and how he blushed at that! But I also saw a distinct, hefty tenting in his black trousers, as he left us to our meals. “If you keep being mean to me, I can always give Jorge my ass,” I suggested. Kurt growled. “Not if he knows what’s good for him. There’s a ring on that shit. It’s MINE now.” I laughed and we finished our meals and hand another margarita apiece. Jorge was lovely and I enjoyed making him blush a couple more times. We made sure to leave an even larger tip than usual before heading home. * * Later that night in bed, I played with the ring on my finger and my mind was whirring a million miles an hour. I was too keyed up to sleep. Kurt was spooning me (I was almost always little spoon) and I guess he picked up on my restlessness. He shifted and rested his head right up at my neck. “What’s going on, bud?” he asked quietly. “Nothing. Just can’t sleep. Probably the burrito baby kicking,” I lied. I just didn’t think I was ready to unload all my crazy thoughts onto him. “Mmm-hmmm,” he said and he squeezed me a bit tighter. He let me stew and simmer a bit longer before he spoke again. “We haven’t talked about it yet. You testing positive, I mean. I guess we cleverly distracted ourselves with sex when we got home. But I know it has to be weighing heavily on you. It’s weighing on me too. So… talk to me, Goose. What’s going on in that delightfully chaotic brain of yours.” I lay quietly as I tried to decide what I wanted to say that wouldn’t freak him out. I eventually decided to downplay it a bit. “I’m just… processing it all. You know? Wondering what happens next. Where my life goes from here. What it all means. Just tiny, insignificant shit like that.” “Baby, your life isn’t going to change that much- trust me. You are going to be fine. And I’m going to be right here with you through thick and thin,” He said confidently. “Will you, though?” I pondered aloud. Which as soon as it left my mouth I knew to be a mistake. “What do you mean by that?” Kurt asked, a slight edge in his voice. I scooched away from him and took a deep breath before speaking into the darkness. “Are you happy? Happy that I’m positive and that you are the one infected me?” I asked in a soft voice. He was quiet for a minute before answering. “Maybe… yes? Kind of? But I’m sad, too. Or melancholy about it. And scared, too a bit. It’s a whole mixture of things. I’m sure the Germans have some sort of compound word for it.” “What happens now that you knocked me up?” I said. “What do you mean “what happens now”? “I mean, what happens to me? To us?” “We live happily ever after?” he suggested. “I’m serious, Kurt,” I said, moving myself to the edge of the bed in self-imposed isolation. “I dunno. I’m not sure I understand what you’re asking me.” Oh god. There was a leak in the dyke and everything was starting to pour out of me, unchecked. “Like, because the chase is done, what happens to me now? What’s to become of me? I mean, what’s the point of fucking me anymore because I already caught the bug, right? Am I some sort of “pig”malion that you dump back in the gutter so you can find another negative conquest to dickmatize and infect?” “Whoa whoa whoa! DickmaWHAT? Where’s this coming from?” he said alarmed. I was still turned away from him in the dark and my agitation level had risen dramatically now. I spoke the fears in my heart into the darkness. “Kurt, I don’t know what you can possibly see in me now. The one thing I had to offer you, my negative virginity, is gone. Kaput. So what’s my value to you? Certainly it’s not my hole, as you can find one of those anywhere. And I’m just a stupid boy with a stupid crush who was stupid enough to let you infect me and now I’m going to be dumped and nobody will date me because I’m tainted goods so I’ll be doomed to spend the rest of my life alone and I’ll die one of those big city deaths where nobody knows I’m gone until the stench drifts into the hallway.” I was almost hyperventilating now. “You regret becoming HIV positive?” he asked point blank. I didn’t answer. I didn’t know exactly how to answer him yet. “Oh my god. Do you resent me?” he asked in a panic. “What? I don’t…” I sort of fumbled. “You just told me you were stupid for letting me infect you. Do. You. Resent. Me?” he stated, very pointedly. Again I didn’t answer immediately. “Oh jesus. You do. So it’s just a matter of time, then. The resentment will fester and then you’ll leave me. Maybe not like Bo did, but you will. Jesus. I’ve ruined another life and another chance. How fucked up is this?” he laughed bitterly as he rolled away from me. And now it was my turn to panic more. Kurt was starting to shut down, which was not good. “Kurt… it isn’t… Ugh. This is why I didn’t want to get tested. Or talk about all this because my brain isn’t ready for this yet.” “Whatever,” he sighed. “Message received. Loud and clear.” “Whoa. Now you hold the fuck up for one minute. I just went through a life-altering diagnosis today, so I think I’ve earned a little leeway here,” I said, getting snippy. “I’m sorry if I haven’t processed everything into coherent, easily digestible soundbites for your consumption.” Kurt didn’t say anything. “Ok, since my brain is on the fritz at the moment, I’m just gonna go full open kimono on you,” I said. “Open kimono? Really?” I could hear a tinge of amusement in his voice. “It means…” I started. “I know what it means, slugger. It was just… odd… to hear boardroom speak in the middle of our heart to heart.” “It still applies. Kind of. So. I’m just going to go ahead and do something I never do. Which is lay bear my heart. Regardless of the outcome. And you’re going to let me, because I deserve it.” Kurt was still rolled away from me and he didn’t say anything. But I could tell he was waiting intently. “Kurt? I’m kind of a mess at the moment. I’m a jumble of emotions, but fear is the dominating one right now. And it isn’t fear about HIV so much… it’s more fear of losing you.” “Baby! I told…” he started as he rolled over to face me. “Shhhhhh,” I admonished. “I’m nowhere near done yet.” He scooched closer until our knees touched under the covers. “Do I regret getting HIV? Yeah, kinda, if I’m being honest. But only because it complicates shit. Life would be probably a whole lot easier if we were both neg and on prep and free to be our slutty fucking piggy selves. But that isn’t our story. So the poz thing was the price I had to pay in order to keep you. So I paid it. And no, I don’t resent you for it.” “I really like you, Kurt. And I… I love you. Like Head over heels love. Hopelessly and helplessly. And I really like what we’re… doing. I totally like being your… hole. And I’m pretty sure you like me being that for you. But part of my fear is that this is all I really am to you.” “Baby, that’s not…” he started to protest. I cut him off by putting my hand on his mouth briefly. “Kurt… To me, you’re… everything. You are all and you are more. You’ve become so important in my life so quickly that it scares the everloving fuck out of me. I’ve never felt this way about anyone. Ever. I look at you and you’re so beautiful that it hurts. Literally physically hurts. My chest gets tight and I can’t breathe sometimes. You’re like this hotter, builter, sexier mustachioed version of Henry Cavil and I can’t even. Seeing your body- in or out of clothes- gives me butterflies. When I see your dimples, my knees get weak. Your touch is like an electric shock on my skin. Your gaze makes me shiver. And when you blast me with your full smile? I can’t hold a single coherent thought in my head.” “So, you like me for my body and my mustache,” he sighed. “Not done talking,” I chastised. “And yes. Physically you crank me to 11. But it goes way beyond your physical charms. You make me laugh. You make me want to make YOU laugh. I want to talk with you and explore with you. I love just sitting with you quietly. You make me feel taken care of. I’m comfortable around you and I finally feel like my true self. My darker self. And when you hold me, I feel safe. As I think about all this and it feels like a crazy dream.” He reached out and grabbed my hands under the covers and held them. “And I’m terrified,” I whispered, “that one day you’ll wake up and just decide I’m not worth it and ditch me to find a better hole. Or worse, grow tired of me and start treating me with utter indifference. Seeing you look at me again like I’m worthless… like you did in the bar that one night… would absolutely destroy me, Kurt. And I’m so fucking scared that it’s coming.” “I can handle the poz thing. I can handle the being alone thing. And I can even handle you throwing me away- I think. As long as I don’t get even more invested than I am right now. Because the longer this goes… the longer we go… the easier it will be for you to crush me. So, if you think that this is the way it’s going, can you please tell me now, so I can maybe salvage something of myself?” Kurt was quiet. Quiet for a long time. And the longer the silence went, the more scared I got. Eventually, I couldn’t take it anymore. “Kurt? Can you say something? Please?” “Oh, are you through open-kimonoing now? Is it my turn?” he said, softly sarcastic. “Yes. I’m done. For now. I think. Maybe not.” I babbled. “First of all let me just say… “ he drew a big breath, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I pushed you to get tested. I’m sorry I didn’t think about the impact to you and what you might be feeling. I’m sorry I wasn’t more understanding. I should have been much more empathetic and listened to you had I taken the time to remember what it was like for me.” “Oh, It’s…” I started to say before he cut me off. “Hush now. It’s my turn,” He said with a smile in his voice. “You said that you worried that you were just a hole to me. Nothing could be further from the truth. I am endlessly captivated by you and am hopelessly in love with you. I love that you’re this sexy dork, with a quick wit and deep intelligence that keeps me on my toes. I love your brain! And I love that you are kind and thoughtful. I love the way you look at me, it turns my insides molten.” “So I’m a dork that stares at you like a goober,” I sighed, trying not to smile. “Not done talking yet,” he mimicked sarcastically. “Yes. You are a dork. MY dork. But you know what the best part about you is? It’s that you have absolutely NO clue how hot you are. None! You are completely oblivious, and it’s endearing and frustrating and it makes me want to shake you sometimes. But damned if it doesn’t also make you even that much hotter.” “I am SO not…” I started again and Kurt actually growled at me. “Got it. Shutting up now.” I swallowed. “You ARE hot. AND oblivious. God, I love going to the gym with you because so many guys check you out, it’s ridiculous. And you have no idea it’s happening. You’re like this tight body, otter version of Julian Edelman, with an ass that just sits up and begs. You know, I’ve actually had guys walk up to me and ask me about you and what our deal is. A couple guys have even given me their number for me to give to you, as they weren’t sure how to approach you. Hell, I don’t get half the attention that you do and it’s starting to bruise my ego a bit. And the 501’s? Your ass can stop traffic in the 501’s.” I was blushing now, the heat filling my cheeks. “I like spending time with you too. I like watching movies with you and our date nights. And yes, I like the sex. and that you are my insatiable honey hole. I trust that much is obvious! But like you, I’m worried about the sex part, too. I’m worried that all I am to you is a big cock and a high sex drive. What happens when my body starts to go or my libido wanes and I can’t give you what you so obviously crave? What then?” It was my turn to grab his hands and hold them. “What terrifies ME is you growing to resent me or getting disappointed by me and deciding to leave. And I firmly believe there is a higher probability of this than me leaving you. I think that was why I was so desperate to convert you. So that we would be linked and have this bond we share. And also so that it might bind you closer to me… so that you won’t leave me.” “Once upon a time I thought this would be the case with Bo, but looking back, I realize that Bo never would have left me, even if we were serodiscordant. He was always far too dependent on me, which I believe left him vulnerable and weaker in the end. But you? You’re stronger than Bo—stronger than me for that matter. You don’t need me. I know you could leave any time and be just fine on your own, and then where’ll I be, huh?” We were both quiet for a long time, laying curled up facing each other in the dark. Eventually, I scooched closer until my forehead was against his and my nose touched his nose. I rubbed our noses together casually. “Kurt, I know we both just unloaded a lot of crap. But this is good. And you were right. We did need to talk about all this. And I think we will be having some more conversations in the coming days. But for right now… can I… can I kiss you?” I asked hopefully. “Being in love means never having to ask if you can kiss me,” he said huskily. “You know I hate it when you quote me back to me, asshole,” I said lovingly. “Oh I know,” he said, and I could hear the smile in his voice. And then I kissed him. Oh how I kissed him! Naturally a kiss with us is rarely just a kiss. This one escalated quickly, and soon we were very hot and heavy again. He had me on my back and was full on making out with me, grinding his hardness into me. Being under his mass and feeling the heat of him had me cranked up in no time flat. After a few more minutes, we finally broke apart. “Alexa, turn lights to 20%,” he barked. And the lights in the bedroom came on low. “Why you turning on the lights?” I asked. “Because I want you to see my face and how serious I am,” he replied. He threw the covers off us, then he used his knees to force my legs apart. He kept peppering me with kisses and licks while he did this. Pretty soon my legs were spread, and I was open and vulnerable in front of him. “You think you’re just a hole for me? Do you?” he growled as he sucked my neck a little. “You think that’s all you are?” His hard cock nudged against my asshole. I may have whimpered a little. He looked at me. “Buddy, you are so much more than that. SO much more.” Then he grabbed the lube and slathered his cock and my hole with it. His head ever-so-slowly sliding into me until he was in me to the hilt. “Jesus Kurt,” I hissed. “Fuck me! Now!” “No,” he said flatly. “I’m not going to fuck you.” “Um… whaaaa?” I stammered. “Oh please, sir! Pretty please? You’re inside me, that’s basically the beginning part of fucking! And after everything we just said….” “Shhhh. I just need to be as close to you as I can get for this. Burying myself inside you and having you wrapped around me is important right now,” he said as he brought his face an inch from mine. “I’m going to make a vow. Right now. And you know I’m serious because intercourse is basically my religion and I’m inside my Bible right now, ok,?” I nodded that I understood. He stared into my soul, his amber eyes glowing in the soft light. “I’m not going anywhere. Ever. Period. You are stuck with me, bud, for better and for worse. I promise to keep my body fit for you, and my dick hard for you. I promise to always check with you before changing my facial hair, because I want you to be happy when you look at me. I promise to take care of you, and to listen more, and to make you laugh at least once a day, and to give you epic makeup sex when we do have a fight. And I promise not to ever go to bed mad. And I promise to do better about talking about shit so that we know where we’re coming from. And I promise not to blast you into space until such time as I grow weary of you…” “Jesus fucking Christ!” I laughed. “You just quoted Flash Gordon to me in your love declaration? And you call ME a dork?” He smiled one of his blinding smiles and every shadow of doubt was blazed away. “I should have said all of that when I gave you the ring tonight. Better late than never, I suppose,” he shrugged and I kissed him tenderly. “I don’t have a ring to give you, unless you count the one that’s around your dick right now,” I lamented with a squeeze of my hole. That made his eyes flutter and earned a sharp inhalation from him. “But what I can give you, Kurt, is my vow: I promise you that I don’t resent you. Not for a minute. I promise you that I love you. Truly, deeply, madly. I promise that you’re stuck with me, too, through thick and thin. At least until my inane babbling annoys you to the point that you can’t stand me anymore. I promise to continue being a dork, and to bike and squat so much that the 501’s can’t contain the magnitude of my ass. I promise to pull you up short and put you through hell and give you support. I promise to only sing Sondheim to on special occasions. I promise to swoon every time you smile at me like you are right now. And I promise that I’ll only ever have eyes for you.” “You through?” he asked with a smile. “Oh, and I promise to be your beck and call boy.” He groaned and laughed. “Ok, Pretty Woman.” “I heard somewhere that you liked the dorky, nerdy type,” I shrugged. “And I heard you like the muscular, Colt model type,” he countered. “Well, actually I’m more a sexy, silver, leatherdaddy rich doctor type—think you can set me up?” I asked innocently. “You’d be disappointed. He’s mostly a bottom,” he said with a wink. We kissed some more this exchange, his hard cock still buried deep inside me. Feeling the fullness that was him inside me was naturally getting me riled up, so I sneakily started to shift my ass around under the guise of getting of comfortable. I also started to slowly clench and release my hole on him. I was nothing if not subtle. I looked up at Kurt beseeching him with my eyes, as I quivered my pucker on him. “That’ll do, pig,” he chuckled. “I told you I’m not fucking you. But… I will share a little secret with you if you promise to stay still for a moment,” he said cryptically. So I waited. Quietly. Kurt adjusted so that he was all the way in me again. He held me closely, hovering over me, face still an inch from mine. I could feel his breath. His amber eyes searching my face, boring into me. I was just about to say something when suddenly his eyes squeezed shut and he exhaled with a tiny grunt, and I felt it. His cock throbbing inside of me. He was emptying himself into me without ever having moved a muscle. He shuddered briefly as his orgasm subsided and his cock started softening inside me. “Dude. Whoa. You just… came… like… spontaneously? I asked quizzically. “Yeah. That’s my secret. I can control my ejaculations with my mind. I learned a long time ago that for me it was more about the mental side than the physical stimulation side. I actually learned at boyscout camp of all places! I would hear my scout master jacking off, and because I didn’t want to get caught I pretended to be asleep and just thought myself to orgasm. I’ve been able to do it ever since. Now don’t get me wrong, I LOVE the physical side of things. Fucking feels fucking great! But tipping myself to orgasm? That has always been more of a mental exercise for me. Hence the scenes, and places, and dirty talk, and other visual stimuli. And sometimes—given the right circumstances—I can cum like I just did.” “Gives a whole new meaning to ‘be prepared’,” I chuckled. “And you. YOU were a Boy Scout?” “EAGLE Scout. Yes.” He said smugly. “And did you ever, um… do stuff with Scout Master-bater?” “What do hoping to hear?” he laughed. “Something like how my Eagle Scout project was building raised garden boxes and starting an urban vegetable garden for an inner city neighborhood. And how I was fucking my Scout Master, who just so happened to also be my boyfriend’s father, bent over a sawhorse in the wood shop one night when and his wife and my boyfriend walked in on us right as I was cumming in him or something?” “Oh fuck. Is this true?” I said as my dick jumped at the thought. A slow, dirty smile spread across his face. “Scout’s honor. The scandal and fallout that ensued is still being talked about in sewing circles in my hometown to this very day!” “I am SO going to want details on that story later,” I said with an appreciative whistle. And then something else dawned on me. “You know what this little Scout trick means though? It means I can basically tap out whenever I want and STILL get loaded! Fuck the ring… THIS is the best gift EVAR!” “I guess we’ll see,” he chuckled, as he slid languidly from my ass. “Now, correct me if I’m wrong, but did I hear my dork of a boyfriend drop a Pygmalion pun during our little heart to heart?” And he smiled at me and then kissed me before I could spout my indignation. Later as we spooned (me the big spoon for a change), I felt the rhythmic expansion and contraction of Kurt’s massive back against me. I could tell he was drifting off to sleep, and I knew I wasn’t far behind. But I wasn’t quite ready to follow yet. My mind was deliciously quiet for a change and I was overcome with a warm sense of peace. I realized I was supremely content and happy in the moment. And while I still had things to sort out, I knew the Doc was right. I was going to be okay. And as I began to slowly drift off, I knew that I had taken a big step today. A step toward Acceptance.

OMG I cant believe I just got barebacked and loaded for the first time. Just met up with a top daddy and got 2 raw loads fucked into me. FINALLY!! It happened.

I'll try to make this short and quick so that all of you will read it. I made a big mistake. I started talking to a hot poz guy (Ben) online; and he told me how lonely he was and that all he wanted to do was cuddle with someone. I felt sorry for him. And he was very handsome so I decided to take him up on his offer. He promised he wouldn't do anything that I didn't want to do. I still can't believe how quickly things changed. He was spooning me. And I told him he could take his underwear off since I had mine on. I couldn't believe how big his cock felt pressed against me. I felt around with my hand and grabbed at his cock through his underwear to confirm he was as big as it felt. It was massive! Well, I kinda messed up. Since I grabbed at his dick, I think he assumed that it was okay to take off his underwear. He asked if I could spit on my hand and jerk him off. I thought that seemed safe and I won't lie. I wanted to touch his dick. So, I spit on my hand and started jerking on him. God damn, he was so fucking big! I kept adding more spit because he seemed to breath heavier the wetter his dick became. "You want this?" he asked me. I didn't think he really meant it. I thought he was just teasing me and I just kinda answered it reflexively, "Fuck yeah! I want it." Next thing I know, Ben positions me on my side and I thought we were gonna start spooning again. But, then I feel his thick cock head poking around my hole. "What are you doing?!" I asked him as I started to panic. I just kinda froze. Everything happened so fast. And as his cock found his way inside me, it felt incredible. So wet and so hard! I started to realize what was happening then. HE WAS FUCKING ME! This isn't right. I can't let this happen. I try to tell him to stop. But, I can't make the words out. The internal conflict I felt was insane. I WANT THIS! said one part of me. HE NEEDS TO STOP! screamed the other part. All I could do was let out moans, though as he continued to plunge it into me. FUCK YEAH! GIVE IT TO ME! .... No wait, don't fuck me. FUCK ME !!! Finally, I was able to say "warn me before you come" and I felt proud and relieved that I started to regain control. Those feelings barely lasted for a second though. Because then he blurted out a moment later, "I'm gonna cum!" I felt an even more intense jab. And I just assumed he knew to pull out. It felt too intense though and I shot my load as he drilled in somehow deeper than before. I felt his throbbing cock and soon realized he was cumming up in me. Oh shit! Before I could say anything, he pulled out. But, it was too late. He already pumped a poz load deep inside me. :-( So .. please learn from this. Don't let this happen to you! Don't cuddle with hot poz guys. It's too hard to say no once it starts. And then once you get it, you want it again. I didn't want to kick him out of my bed. And so, I woke up to him pounding my hole again a few hours later. And I still couldn't say no. So, be careful!

I completely disagree. I have no problem at all if I get pubes in my mouth even if I'm blowing a guy with a Hagrid-level full on bush . Even if a guy hypothetically has hair everywhere, back, neck, butt, whatever, it's honestly not a big deal and even moreso, I'm turned on because the texture, pattern, details etc. are all a feast for the eyes, made available only because at that moment, you're specially privy of being able to see this guy naked and they're characteristic of him and his body in a very natural state. I honestly think that if you really are in tune with your attraction for a guy, you have an instinctual push to see/touch/taste his body as it's presented in a raw, natural, completely unmodified state. If his hair grosses you out, perhaps you might be imposing your own artificial biases on your attraction for this guy and you might be drawn more to an image than a real person. Really though, robust body hair growth is associated with high androgen levels, a healthy cardiovascular system and healthy skin function. Those all sounds pretty darn sexy to me.

I’m definitely in this category! Sad that I often get rejected cause I don’t pnp, engage in the “lifestyle “. But there are plenty guys like me who simply enjoy naked sweaty bareback fucks

Condoms just don't feel right. They seem to ruin the passion & intimacy of sex! It's kind of like having "fake" sex if you use a rubber, might aswell just jerk off and save the money instead. 😂 I'm a true believer of being natural, let nature take its course so if I hook up with another guy and I let him fuck me I expect him to deposit his sperm inside of me. When I find a guy I want to fuck I mention before hand that I will be fucking him bareback and cumming in him as thats what sex should be like.

It sucks to see any negative treatment, especially from healthcare workers, but it's naive to think it can't happen. Sadly every department has so many individuals it it and for every one there will be an opinion. I have been lucky in as much as the specialists at my clinic are friendly and professional, even joking with me when I attend. I always approach them openly and honestly and I genuinely believe that is the reason for my overall experience. Even on the two occasions I have had treatments for syph infections there was no judgement at all. On the second time when I took the penicillin shots with ease the nurse joked that it was only because I was used to having pricks in my behind. Which I am sure they only said because I am easy with them so they felt comfortable to let it slip. Outside the clinic and away from specialists, however, I do feel that there is a long way to go before acceptance is widespread.

hmm, alright, I'll try out kik and see. I've never has good experiences with kik though tbh - my impression before I deleted was mostly: extreme closet cases, bunch of catfish, pedophiles and pic collectors. Damn, maybe you're just really lucky, or you got the thiccest most inviting badonkadonk ever or something. I think for me, there was only once irl (excluding online) that I thought a straight guy was taking the initiative to start something and it wasn't even direct but just kinda alot of graphic innuendo (but some terms were dropped that were more on the gay side of pornhub than the straigth side) moreso than the normal university bromance banter while drunk sort of thing back in the day. But I didn't act on it, mainly because I generally am overcautious and tend to overthink things and I got the impression that there was a sort of weird psychological power move component(which some guys do get off on but I've never really understood) that I wasn't completely comfortable with. Maybe it's just my style or my being a bit of a control freak, but I prefer low key chill arrangements that's based more on mutual trust rather than a power dynamic. Very well said.Totally agree with you. I feel like North American society has over the years imposed a very narrow and kinda unfair standard of expected traits and norms on straight guys if they want to consider themselves as a healthy successful sexual man. As you said, the expectation of hypermasculinity is a core component, whether it be bio things like height, muscles, cock size, etc, or learned behaviors/cues like tone of voice, swag, posture, etc. Although androgenic secondary sex traits are I think generally major determinants of attraction in both homo and hetero worlds, I feel like in the gay world there's quite a bit more wiggle room for whatever reason in deciding the minimal fuckability threshold and is not as tightly correlative with androgenicity. whereby in the straight world, maybe perhaps because of the differences in partner number in that girls are expected to choose fewer partners (did you know that the avg # of sex partners/lifetime in the straight world is only 7? appalling right?), I think the constraints of their attraction standards are somehow more impactful? or maybe it's various other influences like media and such that reinforce a certain type of image to strive towards? So, I think the consequence of this is that straight guys further down the spectrum that fall out of this image are not only starved of sex but they may also have competing psychological influences to this image such as a desire for submission, tenderness, sensitivity, warmth or an appreciation of beauty (which tend to be associated as feminine psycho-social influences) which in turn may collectively encourage some to homo curiousity? This is pure speculation. By the way, we gay guys don't fully escape the effects of this image. Even outside the dating circle, I think there's a subconscious bias that links this image with arbitrary things like perceived capability in the workplace or authority in a group setting or trustworthiness to strangers. So interesting to hear confirmation that my suspected tattoo connection could be legit. Maybe the tattoo/alcohol/drugs/casual sex represents a certain mindset? Like one that searches across deviant or edgy behavior to satisfy/escape something? dunno. I wonder what other patterns laid out in plain sight we could be missing

Sad fact, but true. I'm a white cum dump, who not only hosts a lot of breed & seed's in hotels, as well as just plain hosting men in my hotel rooms when traveling on business. Sadly, both in Europe and in the USA, I've had several of the black guys get stopped, questioned and harassed by hotel staff. I was even bringing into an Amsterdam hotel a black guy I had arranged to meet. I met him outside the hotel and we walked in together. As we waited for the elevator, hotel security came up behind us and asked him if he was a guest in this hotel? I told security that I was the guest and he was my friend. The security guy told me we had to check him in with the front desk. The front desk asked for his ID, they photocopied his ID, he had to fill out a form, the clerk typed forever into the computer. We both felt like criminals. How humiliating. I've brought dozens of guys into that hotel over the years. The only times they've questioned my guests, have been the black guys. Horrible discrimination. As with what other guys have said, when I set up a breed & seed, I use a hotel with outside rooms. I put duct tape over the locks and take all cocks that walk through the door. Sadly, Craigslist was where I found most of the tops. The majority of the BBRT guys that list for my parties, flake out and don't show. Doublelist is growing, but I still don't get the big crowds that I used to get using Craigslist.

Nope, I love stranger dick, opportunities that present themselves. Darkrooms do it for me sexually, bending over a toilet getting fucked. I have one life and take it when I can get it, lifes to short, enjoy it.

rock-cock-jock I think you nailed it there. I don't go out seeking straight guys/boys, but they seem to key into me, or I put out some vibe or attitude they like or connect with. It's not a fetish per se, but not something I seek out. It's more I don't say no to it. And I agree with @leatcumholes that how they identify is more important than what I perceive or think. I've had a lot of straight boys complain about how gay guys are judge-y and call them out as not being truly "straight". And I agree with Maddy Morphosis, the straight contestant on Ru Paul who said there's lots of ways to be gay but only one way to be straight and most of the straight boys I get with say more or less the same thing. Its fucking stifling and tough to be straight when you have kinks or preferences that deviate even slightly out from the macho/machismo/toxic masculinity BS they have to conform to. They don't want something they do that is a very small part of their life to define them one way or the other. They don't need me piling on too. And yeah, I'm not making promises like fidelity, commitment, or monogamy to them. I'm here so they can have fun, be free to explore themselves and who they are, and not have to worry about all that other shit. As far as I'm concerned, taking it up the ass doesn't make you less of a man, it makes you more of a man, as does admitting you want it and need it. And your dick getting hard over another guy doesn't make you gay. But back to rock-cock-jock's points. I totally agree on tats. On the sketchier side, hell yeah. A straight guy has to worry about getting caught, so they're going to be on places that hide in plain sight like Kik or websites rather than apps. Apps can be found on phones, but websites you have to remember. Most of the straight guys who've hit me up are off of Kik from different chat groups. And most either already want raw or are open to it. On tats, pretty much every single straight guy/boy I've hooked up with has had at least one tattoo and most have/had several. I think it has to do with openness and non-conformity. An uptight person isn't going to get ink, let alone multiple tats. The more tats the more sexually open a guy is based on my anecdotal experience. And the more tats the freakier they are too. They're open to wilder stuff including raw and don't have a lot of hang ups or inhibitions. On alcohol or drugs, it's not for me to judge if they're alcoholics or users, most do it to relax, it's not something they HAVE to do or it's the "god, I was so drunk" excuse. It's something they're not used to, and the alcohol/drugs helps to lower their inhibitions or nerves. It's not that they have a beer and suddenly they want to bottom. Now, do I know some straight boys who are suddenly more "open" to getting gay if they get drunk/high? Yeah, I do, and I know I'll be judged for this, but I have no problems feeding that if it gets us where I want to go. But honestly, most straight guys just want a sympathetic bud to listen to them and not be judgmental. They get that from wives, girlfriends, parents, fiancées, and friends. They can confide things with me that they can't with anyone else. And I'm not gonna rat them out. And I do what they want and need and do it without complaint. And for some I give them what their wife, GF or fiancée can't give them. And I would say this to any of them, maybe you should treat them better or they wouldn't come to me looking for comfort, solace, and yes, PLEASURE. Because sister, you ain't giving them ANY of that!

That’s one cost of living increase you won’t need to worry about thankfully 😉

Damn I didn't realize how long I've been away! So much fucking and sucking with my new buddy. (forgot who asked me, but turns out I DID knock him up) I'll get those stories posted sometime soon. We've been tagging asses together for twice the breeding success🤘🏼

------- Chapter 1.2 - The Closeted Couple & The Cowboy ------- Ric had forgotten how much sex could improve his attitude. The hookup a couple days prior had made even doing laundry on Friday night less of a chore. He sat there waiting for the dryer to finish and when the last person had left the room he fished out his work phone. "Next week pretty open so I can do gig. M or Tu? any time after 4" he typed and sent off to Paul. "cool. Monday@8. send addr Mon" Paul sent back a few minutes later. Ric smiled and knew he'd have plenty of time to prepare after class for the job with Paul. Like last time, he didn't know a lot about the meet, but was excited to do another one with Paul. The one last Spring had turned out really good and with no firm jobs coming from his own ads, it was good to have a chance to make some money. The buzzer went off, telling him his clothes were ready and he collected everything and went back up to his room. A lot of people were milling around when he got off the elevator and he felt everyone was staring at him. Doing laundry on a Friday night told everyone he didn't have a social life and now they had seen the proof. Even his roommate Eddy, the guy who studied unless he was sleeping, had dressed up a little to meet some friends. Ric put all of his clothes away and decided to wander the hall and see what was going on. It didn't take long and he ran into Dan and Scotty standing in the open doorway of a dorm room, obviously drunk. He'd seen them around the floor, always together, but hadn't talked to them since the awkward breakfast. "Guess I need to get a fake ID too" Ric thought to himself. "Hey guys, whatcha up to?" Ric asked. "Hi, just standing around, drinkin n talkin" Dan said. There was a little pause and Dan stared at Ric a moment before he blurted out "You really gay?" Ric chuckled hearing a slur to Dan's words. "As gay as you are drunk. Why?" Ric asked. "Cuz we don't know of any other gay guys on the floor. I'm sick of hearing guys talk about bangin pussy" Scotty said, slurring his words just as bad as his boyfriend. Ric glanced around and didn't see anyone nearby and said "There's a few, based on some of the reactions I've gotten so far. You sure they're not talkin' about guy's pussies? But... I doubt you'd want hear about the guys I've banged this semester" grinning afterwards. "Oh fuck yeah we would! We don't fool around with other guys but it would hot to hear how a stud like you does it" Dan said. "Prepare to be bored. Uh... you got any more of what you're drinking? I haven't gotten buzzed for almost a month and I'd like to get on the same drunk level as you guys" Ric said. Dan turned and slipped into the open door and came back with a six pack with 2 beers missing. Ric looked at the carton and said "Mmm, good stuff. But... you guys got drunk on one beer?" Scotty giggled and said "No, that's our second six pack. Let's go inside so you can tell us all the juicy details." "Uh, maybe" Ric said. Once inside, Dan kicked the door closed. A few seconds later he added "Its a little warm in here, I'm going to take my shirt off. You guys can too, if you want." Soon, they were all shirtless. Dan sat in the corner of the bed and then Scotty sat down in front of him. Dan wrapped his arm around Scotty and kissed the back of his neck while Ric sat at the other end, facing them. The best description of them that Ric could come up with was "nerdy twink". Both had brown hair, Scotty's was short and Dan's shaggy. Dan was trying to grow a goatee, but it was pretty sparse and Scotty was clean shaven. From seeing them in the shower, he knew neither had much body hair except for their bush and pits. Dan was thinner and Scotty had a little bit of muscle on his body and a firm bubble butt. Ric had also saw gotten a glimpse of their average sized cocks. "Fuck, this is so hot being able to do this with someone else around" Scotty said before taking another sip of beer. Ric smiled. "I hope you cuddle like that when you're alone, too. It's good to hold someone close" Ric said. "Yeah, but since we don't share a room, it's hard to find a time when we can" Dan said. "Oh. Do you know when your roommate is coming back?" Ric asked, not wanting someone to surprise them. "Sunday night, so Scotty is staying here until then" Dan said, grinning and obviously excited at spending a lot of time with his boyfriend. "Ah, now the shower bit makes more sense. It wasn't just a shower" Ric said, grinning back at them. He watched both of them blush. A few seconds later, Ric asked "Uh... Where did you get the beer? I'd love to have my own stash." Ric was hoping they knew a place that would sell to freshman. "My brother stopped by earlier with a care package from home. Besides the stuff mom packed, he stopped and got a case of beer and some condoms for us" Dan said, chuckling. "Condoms? Does he know you're gay?" Ric asked. Dan nodded and replied "He's one of the few. He caught me fucking Scotty last year and has been really cool about it, thank god. He didn't say anything to our parents either." "Great, but if you guys only have sex with each other, you don't need condoms. Scotty isn't going to get pregnant" Ric said, shaking his head in disbelief. "Sex class told us to always use condoms" Scotty replied. "That's for straight kids. So... you guys never tried it without them?" Ric asked. "Oh god, no. It was drilled in our heads. Always use condoms unless you're trying to start a family" Dan said. "But you're gay. And monogamous. You guys can actually have safe, bare sex. No risk of kids or STDs" Ric said. "Are you sure?" Scotty asked. "Positive" Ric said and then chuckled at his pun. A moment later, he continued "You won't believe how much better it is when you fuck or get fucked raw. And then when the top cums inside, it feels even better." Both Dan and Scotty's eyes were wide open and their jaws were dropped. "See, I told you he knew a lot more than we do about being gay" Scotty said. "I don't know everything. But that's the good part of having gay friends. You share what you know or you learn by doing new things. I had a really good teacher, but I still ask lots of stupid questions" Ric said. Ric could tell the couple were getting a little excited and eager to try out fucking without condoms. "Let me grab another beer and then you guys can have fun barebacking for the first time" Ric said a few seconds later. "No, stay. We haven't heard about all the guys you've met up with and you're really good eye candy" Scotty said. "Can you stand up again? I never get to see a hot, nearly naked guy up close. Just in the locker room or showers here" Dan said. "Have you looked in the mirror? You're both sexy guys. If you weren't together, you both could easily pick up other guys" Ric said, standing back up and feeling like a piece of meat at the butchers. "The tattoos look cool too. I almost missed the lower one, its partly covered by your shorts and body hair" Scotty said. Ric stood and pulled his shorts and the top of the jock down so they could see all of the biohazard tat. "One's sexy and the other looks dangerous" Dan said, gazing up and down Ric's body. "I got the lower one as part of a club initiation. I need to trim my pubes again so it's more visible. My mom hates the upper one, which just makes it more cool to me" Ric explained, chuckling. "What kind of club makes you get a tattoo? A motorcycle club? A gang?" Scotty asked, reaching out and trying to touch the biohazard tattoo and Ric's pubes. Dan slapped his arm, whispering "That's rude!" Ric moved a little closer and said "I don't mind. Uh, it's a special, invitation only club back home. Once you pass the test you can get in. That's about all I can tell you about it." He sat down again, before things went any further. While he'd love to fuck either or both of them, they were just too naive to charge up now. "I bet you have lots of guys hitting on you. You have to be getting a lot of action" Dan said. "Not much. Even the doctor at the clinic was surprised" Ric said. "Clinic?" Scotty asked with a worried look on his face. "Yeah, I get tested to make sure I haven't picked up anything. It's one of the risks of hooking up with guys you don't know. But, other than a couple guys on campus and a party a friend of mine had, my sex life has been dead. You guys probably fuck more than I do" Ric said. A grin came over both Dan and Scotty's faces. "Just about every day. We had to find a better time to use the shower, though. That's why we haven't seen you in there too much. Fifteen minutes later and we get the showers to ourselves" Dan said. Ric finished off the beer and smiled, wanting to let them see what sex without condoms was like. "Good to know. This time, I really am going. Have fun and let me know if you like it better bare. I'm sure you will" he said as he stood up and picked up his tee. Ric closed the door behind him and went to the bathroom to piss. Ric stood at the urinal, wondering how one beer could make so much urine, when another guy staggered up and took the spot next to him. "Lotsa new guys on da floor this year but you're the sexiest" the guy slurred out, swaying back and forth as he pissed. Ric chuckled before he checked the guy out. The guy had cowboy written all over him, from the hat down to the tight jeans and boots. He was surprised that the guy would hit on him, but he figured he was one of those guys that was straight until he got drunk and desperate. "Thanks, lookin good yourself" Ric said as he shook off his cock. "Ya really think so?" the guy replied. Ric pulled his shorts up and moved behind the guy, rubbing one hand on his ass and grasped his shoulder with the other. "Mmhmm, this ass feels really nice. Bet it's hungry for some dick, too" Ric whispered into the guy's ear. The guy moaned as his stream slowed before replying "It fuckin is... been way too long since I got fucked good." Ric reached around and wrapped his hand around the guy's cut cock, rubbing the tip with his finger and squeezing the shaft. "Mmm, nice dick too. Have to keep that in mind" Ric said, letting go of the shaft and licking the piss off his finger. "Got your room to yourself tonight?" Ric asked. "Uh... yeah... follow me" the guy said, zipping up his jeans and turning around. Ric was about to back away when the guy groped his cock and squeezed a few times. "Aaahhh, packin too. Nice" the guy said as he walked away. A minute later they were walking into the guy's room at the other end of the hall. Ric checked the nameplate and saw the names "Jack" and "Toby" and wondered which this guy was. A quick second glance and he saw a little bronco sticker next to Jack's name and a soccer ball sticker next to Toby. The lock clicked shut and Jack turned, pulling Ric in close and kissing him. There were a few small lights on in the room, giving a soft glow that allowed them to see each other, but not too bright. They spent a few minutes making out before Ric's hands slid down the cowboy's back, firmly gripping his ass. Jack moaned into the kiss before he reached down and pushed Ric's shorts down. Ric could taste the alcohol in Jack's mouth and felt his body swaying in his arms. Jack's hand slipped into the jockstrap and felt the growing shaft. "Fuck... it's getting bigger" Jack said before he started stroking the shaft. Ric unbuckled Jack's belt and then opened his jeans. They fell down part way and Ric slid his hand inside the back of the his trunks, rubbing along the crack. The moan returned, louder than before until Jack broke the kiss. He took his hat off and set it on the desk and then took his tee off. Ric dropped his shorts, pushed off his jock and set them, along with his shirt, on a chair. Jack laughed a little and said "You're not wasting any time, huh?" "Its just easier for me to strip down" Ric said with a grin. Jack sat on the edge of the bed and pulled his boots off before Ric helped tug his jeans off. When Jack looked up after removing his trunks he was staring right at Ric's still growing cock. "Fuuucckk" Jack groaned as he stared a few more moments before wrapping his hand around, pulling back the foreskin and licking over the head. Now it was Ric's turn to moan. Jack's tongue licked around the now hard shaft, tasting the sweat and lingering remnants of piss. Soon, he was opening his mouth and took the first few inches inside before starting to suck. The more time Jack spent on his cock the more Ric decided his initial thought about Jack's orientation was wrong. Totally wrong. Jack slowly pulled off, letting Ric's cock pop out of his mouth and he slowly looked up to Ric's face for his approval. Ric grinned back at him and Jack scanned back down, pausing just above his cock. With one hand around the base of Ric's dick, the other rubbed over his groin, spending extra time over his pubes. Ric thought he knew what Jack had found, but stayed quiet. Jack resumed sucking for a few more minutes until he let Ric's cock pop out of his mouth again. Jack rolled on to his back, pulling his legs back and presenting his furry ass. Ric smiled back, looking Jack over from his chiseled, scruffy face, over the furry, trimmed chest, pert nipples, wide trail and trimmed pubes that surrounded a very stiff cock. Ric knelt down, swallowing Jack's hard cock and flicking his tongue around the shaft. He let Jack's precum coat his tongue and then pulled off, licking down the shaft and over his balls. Pushing Jack back a little, he licked over his hole a few times before spitting on the pucker and pushing it in with his finger. A long, sexy moan came out of Jack's mouth. After adding a few more gobs of spit, he stood up slightly and pressed his cock to the throbbing hole. He expected to hear Jack ask for a condom at any point, but as his cock pressed in he heard nothing except heavy breathing. A moan accompanied the breach of the outer ring. Ric paused and looked up at Jack, who's eyes were closed and a smile was on his face. A few rocks of his hips plunged the bare cock deeper followed by a few harder pushes. Jack's chute had a nice grip, firm but not too tight, telling Ric that Jack had taken more than a few cocks in his life. A few more deep breaths from Jack let Ric get almost all of his shaft in. Ric pulled back a few inches and drove back in, stopping short an inch and against the inner ring. "That tattoo mean what I think it does?" Jack asked, his eyes still closed and Ric almost rooted in his hole. "Yeah. Want me to stop?" Ric asked. "Ooohhh god... fuck no, I need it bad" Jack replied softly. Ric chuckled to himself and began to plow his cock in and out of Jack's ass, wondering what Jack needed - a cock, a bare cock or a poz bare cock. Jack was one of those verbal bottoms, always muttering "oh fuck" or "fuck yeah" or "oh god" among the grunts and groans and the occasional gasp. Ric always liked bottoms like this. He could tell what the guy liked and when he went too far. The constant tapping at the inner ring eventually let Ric push through and the cry Jack let out was an even mix of pleasure and pain. Ric began to pound him harder and Jack's muttering got louder. Suddenly he felt a thumb rub over his right nipple and it sent shockwaves through his body. His cock couldn't get any harder but it did throb several times. Ric slowed his thrusts but each one got stronger, his cock easily sliding into the slick tunnel. When Ric's breathing got labored, Jack opened up his eyes and stared back at Ric. "Breed me... please... fuckin' breed me" Jack begged. A few more thrusts and Ric felt his cock start to pulse, pumping a large load of cum into Jack's fertile hole. Jack's moan as he felt the warmth fill him up was the loudest yet and Ric hoped the neighbors were gone. There was a puddle of cum on Jack's chest too and once he spotted it, Ric lapped it up. They stood there, each smiling at the other while Ric's cock slowly softened. Eventually, it fell out and Jack let out a whimper, making Ric laugh. "Feeling empty?" Ric asked. "Oh hell yeah. That was fucking awesome. I can't believe I did that... I've never gotten such a rush. My heart was about to leap out of my chest!" Jack said. "Cuz my dick was bare or because I'm poz?" Ric asked. "I usually fuck raw. I've fucked a couple poz guys, but they said they were undetectable. I've never been fucked by one though" Jack replied. "I'm not undetectable" Ric said seriously. He watched Jack's eyes open wide and his jaw drop. "You can hit the clinic to prevent getting infected, but you have to go in the next day or two" Ric said. "Or you could fuck me again to increase the odds. Or is that too weird a thing to ask?" Jack asked. "Nah, not weird. It turned you on, didn't it?" Ric asked, feeling his cock start to stiffen again. "Its not just that you're poz. It's that you know how to fuck. And you're cute. And your dick felt really good inside me" Jack said, his face showing how bad he wanted to get fucked again. "You're damn hot yourself and know how to take dick. You just need to know that if I fuck you again, I'm going to keep fucking you until those balls are filled with my bug" Ric said, leaning in closer to Jack's face. The tip of Ric's cock was resting on the tight pucker and Ric knew that Jack was squeezing his ass tight to keep all of the cum inside. "Uh... you won't fuck me after I'm poz? That's all you want?" Jack asked. "Fuck no, nothing like that. I just want you to know that if we fuck again, I'll keep fucking you and you will get knocked up. And we'll keep fucking even after you're toxic" Ric replied, pressing harder on Jack's hole. A few seconds later, it relaxed and Ric slowly slid back in. Ric felt the warm cum coat his cock as it drove deeper into Jack's gut. Jack gripped his cock a few times and smiled back to Ric. "God, that does feel good inside me" Jack said while Ric slowly drove in and out with long strokes. Ric grinned back, giving a firm thrust and planting every inch inside Jack. "Mmm love to have my dick inside a hot guy who loves to take cock. But... I hope that cock of yours isn't just a decoration" Ric said, resuming his long strokes. Jack laughed. "I usually top, but I saw your dick in the shower a week ago and wanted to know if I could take it" he replied. Ric's thrusts slowly got faster and longer, occasionally breaking through the inner ring and making Jack squirm and gasp. When he began plowing harder, he was bouncing off Jack's firm ass. "Oh yeah, you can take it... no problem there" Ric said breathlessly while trying to delay cumming again. It just felt too good and he wanted to go on longer. Jack chuckled and rubbed his hand over Ric's sweaty chest. His right palm grasped Ric's left pec, pressing hard against the nipple and piercing, driving Ric ever closer to orgasm. Ric shoved in, slamming the bed and Jack's head into the wall. "Gimme that poz load, Ric. You want to knock me up and you can see how bad I want it" Jack growled a second before his other hand twisted Ric's right nip. Ric grunted loudly, planting his cock all the way inside Jack's chute. His body shook with each pulse of his cock, pumping more cum inside Jack's battered hole. When Ric's cock stopped throbbing he looked down at Jack, both of them covered in sweat. "Next time, you're topping me and I get to work you over while you fuck, bastard" Ric said, grinning at him. "Deal. Your ass looked damn good too. I just don't know what I'll be shooting then" Jack replied, breathing heavy. "I don't care if a guy is neg, poz or unknown as long as it's a good fuck" Ric said.

Part 10 I told the guy up my ass to hold off until he fucked the kid and he said that was the plan, this was only a warm up for him. He said he was parting all day and had a few days worth of toxic cum to deliver. Mean while, The guy fucking the kids ass was shaking and said he was about to cum. I figured the guys cock would grow to it’s hardest and thickest at this point. My friend looked at me with a devilish grin and grabbed the Kids hips and yanked them back and pushed forward. At the same time I reached over and spread the kids cheeks. I could see the size and thickness of is this cock and it was impressive. At this position I could easily see that even that the root of this cock was trying to split the hole open. Both asses were impaled on pulsing cocks. The kid getting a load and the stranger getting a hot toxic load from my friend. The pulled back and the guy with the thick cock put a mark on the NEG side. I wondered if he realized if he was NEG he might not be after this evening. The guy with the skinny cock pulled out and said it was his turn. I pulled out and went to get the phone to Vid this. My friend beat me to it. He guy pushed his skinny cock into the kids mouth. With e video on his face I asked the kid if he could see the TAT next to the cock in his mouth, He mumbled “ Yes “. I asked him if he knew what that meant. The guy pulled out of his moths and the kid said “ I think it means he is toxic and is HIV+ “. The guys said correct. In this case I am very Toxic, to the point I probably have AIDS. I was teasing the kids ass and cock when the guy asked the kid is he wanted to get knocked up tonight. The kid whimpered “ Yes “. With that the guy went to the Kids ass and push into his sloppy stretched ass. The kid whimpered a little as the rough fucking stared, but soon was moaning like a Saturday night crack whore. My Friend got out his pile and started lighting it up. He offered some to and I took a couple hiits off it. I coughed the last one out, it told my friend “ Damn! This is really strong stuff “ , he asked me if the Kid wanted to try some. I told him to ask. The Kid said he could try. My friend told him to wait then inhale and hold it as long as he could. The kid held it for a few seconds then coughed it out. He took a second hit and this time held it for over a minute. I couldn’t believe that the kid could hold it that long. He told me that when he was n school he was on the swim team but I never put that together until now. The Kids eyes we as black as they could get. The guy fucking him said his ass clenched up a couple times and that it felt great. The kid stated repeating “ Fuck me. Stretch my hole. Rape me “. I knew the kid was converted to a chem whore at that point and soon would be a Toxic Chem Whore. The guy fucking him roared and slammed forward and sot in the Kids ass. He pulled out of the Kids ass and put a line on the POZ side of the ass and put what looked like an A in the middle of it. Others Started to take seconds at either the kids ass. About that time Frank cam in, I knew that was going to be epic when I saw the Huge AIDS filled cock

Coming a bit faster than expected, what was supposed to be the first few paragraphs became the whole of part 3. It's basically an expansion of the second part and lays the ground better for what's coming. Buckle up, things are barely getting started for Rick and his boy. Part 3 – A sign of Things To cum After the fact, Daddy told me that my conversion session lasted three whole days. He fed me so many kinds of drugs to keep me high, horny and awake that by the end my brain was completely fried and I have no memory of the last 24 hours. Daddy had his dick in my ass pretty much the whole time and only stopped because he was too sore to carry on; there was blood and cum all over his cock and oozing out my ass, he also told me it was the longest and most intense fucking session he ever had. During this epic session, Daddy would never stop telling me how happy he finally found me. He kept calling me his greatest achievement and a dream come true. Corrupting and converting a straight boy like me was his lifelong dream and he finally had a slave he could mold exactly to his image. When we finally both collapsed from complete exhaustion, Daddy injected me some tranquilizer to help me go to sleep for a long while to make sure I could get a full rest without experiencing a crash from the chems withdrawal. “This will help you sleep soundly. I’ll see you again in a couple days when you wake up, and by then you’ll be just like new. In more ways than one,” he said while pushing on the syringe. It was true. I was now a completely new person. The straight old me was definitely dead and gone and a poz chem slut had taken his place. But it wasn’t all that simple. When I finally woke up, I didn’t know how much time had passed. I was completely naked. I was in a place I didn’t recognize either. It was a different room than mine. I was on a bed covered in black rubber sheeting. The walls were black and there were no windows. It looked something like a fetishist’s dungeon, but almost empty. An awful feeling crept over me. Was this all a dream? Did it really happen? Did I accept to become a gay slave and be fed all kinds of dangerous drugs and let Rick fuck my ass relentlessly? Oh my god, was I HIV positive now? What have I done?! I was starting to panic when the door opened, and Rick came in. “Hey son, calm down, it’s alright. Daddy’s here. Don’t worry, everything is under control.” “What did you do to me?” The drugs had worn off and I was sober. The reality of my situation was hitting me hard, and I had a hard time accepting I had surrendered so quickly and easily to my recent fantasies. “I told you, son. I have shown you your true nature. What you are experiencing right now is completely normal. This is a very big change you just went through, and your mind is trying to make sense of what happened. Don’t worry I have just the thing to make you feel better.” He sat down next to me and passed an arm around my shoulders. I thought he was trying to comfort me, and in a way that’s what he did, but he mostly was holding me in place. With his other hand, he stuck some black rubber respirator mask in my face and held it tight. I tried to protest and get away, but Daddy was stronger than me and I couldn’t move. “It’s alright, son. Calm down and breathe slowly. That’s it, deep breaths. Slow and steady.” At first, I didn’t want to be drugged again but I didn’t have a choice either and I had to breathe so I did as I was told. I inhaled whatever Daddy was giving me and. It smelled like very strong medicine, but with a sweet cinnamon hint. I instantly felt different, relaxed and mellow, but there was also a strong tingling building up in my groin. “I told you I was going to keep you high on drugs all the time and never let you regret your choice, right? Well, there it is. Keep breathing, son. I’m sorry I thought you’d sleep a little bit longer and you woke up before I could dose you again. Now try to focus on what you remember from before you passed out. How much pleasure you felt. How horny you were. My huge poz cock in your ass. How you begged me to slam you over and over again. How you couldn’t get enough of my seed.” Daddy removed the mask from my face, stood up, removed his shirt and faced me. “Remember this,” he said as he pointed to his biohazard tattoo. “You kept telling me how beautiful you thought it was and how you couldn’t wait to get one.” It was all coming back to me at once and all my fears were washed away as soon as I saw the tattoo. It looked glorious. Daddy was right, I was fascinated by it and wanted one on myself. “And you will have yours, don’t worry about that. As soon as you are confirmed poz, which is only a matter of time, I will have one of my friends come here and put some ink on you. You’ll get one just like this one, and a few others I have in mind. It’s gonna be a nice surprise, you’ll see. In the meantime, why don’t you suck on this one for a little bit.” I already had my mouth open when Daddy said that while moving forward to meet me. I started sucking and licking his nipple once again and worshipped his large, bold biohazard tattoo. I was obsessed with it and got extremely horny having it in right in my face. And just like that, the last remnants of doubt or regret went away. Even though there were a few moments after that when I wasn’t chemmed up in my life with Daddy, I never regretted it once again. I was barely high from whatever was in that mask, but I was completely set on my new life as a chem slave. I already wanted to feel like I did before I blacked out from our epic session. I was getting extremely excited worshipping my Master’s tattoo and started moaning like crazy. Daddy put his hand behind my head and pressed on it, forcing me to suck harder on his nipple, which made him grunt with his deep voice. “That’s it boy, worship the tattoo. Worship the virus. Can you feel it flowing in your veins? It’s slowly taking place in your system, infecting your cells, wrecking your DNA. It’s altering you as we speak, making you into a different person. A poz slut. But you’re not completely poz yet. It takes time. We probably have a few weeks before you begin experiencing the fuck flu. You’ll get a nice fever, you’ll feel like complete shit for a few days, and by the end of it you will finally have completed your conversion. In the meantime, I have lots of plans for you. You’re going to learn what it means to be my slave. Okay now, enough with the nipples, you have to suck on something bigger while I explain a few things to you.” Daddy then pushed me back and unzipped his pants, whipping out his magnificent poz cock, already rock hard and oozing precum, right in my face. I didn’t need more directions and started sucking it hungrily, swallowing as much poz juice as I could while listening to what Daddy was saying. I don’t know what I inhaled in the rubber mask was, but it was making me hornier and hornier even minutes after I stopped taking it. The poz talk was music to my ears. I was no longer horrified by the disease; I was craving it. I wanted more HIV, more virus. My Daddy’s poz cum was so tasty I was convinced the virus was giving it an additional flavor. I felt like it was burning my mouth and my throat. And I wanted more. I wanted to be fucked by several poz men. I wanted the most toxic cocks available to line up and fuck my ass and fill it up to the brim. I wanted to overflow with deadlier and deadlier strains. I wanted to give birth to the most toxic version of the virus possible and then gift it to the world. And while these feelings were drowning my thoughts, Daddy kept talking to me. “Now is the time to tell you a bit more about me, son. I’m now 54 years old. I’ve stopped working about 3 years ago because I had made so much money selling patents that I never have to worry about money ever again. You see, I’m both an anesthesiologist and a chemical engineer. I’ve always been interested in drugs of all kinds and enjoy getting people high, either through legal or illegal ways. I started as an anesthesiologist about 25 years ago and wanted to improve what we used so I designed new compounds that are now widely used in the field. I’ll keep receiving very large royalties for decades. I also still act as consultant for several big pharmaceutical companies even to this day, when I feel like it. But my true joy is to really get people fucked up and abuse them in various ways. And this is exactly what I plan on doing with you. I have built a whole complex in the basement of my house, a sex dungeon if you want to call it that way, where we are right now. This is your new room for the foreseeable future. I never showed it to you since you’ve been living here. Nobody knows it exists except a few trusted friends. Nobody can find you here, it’s like you don’t exist anymore. And you’ll probably never get out of here again. There is everything you and I need here. It’s now your whole universe and you will experience so many great things here. But for now, I haven’t fucked you in three days and I must keep you charged up to further your infection so let’s get on with it. Stop sucking me and get on all fours, facing the wall, NOW.” I regretfully let go of Daddy’s delicious dick and did as I was told. I was expecting to be fucked right away but instead I could feel something wet and warm touching my hole. It felt amazing and I started moaning loudly. Daddy handed me a brown bottle. “Take these poppers and inhale continuously, or until I tell you to stop.” I opened the bottle and started sniffing heavily while Daddy was eating my ass. After three hits I was already flying and could feel Daddy’s tongue go further and further into my hole. After a while he was basically tongue-fucking me and I was screaming in delight. “Don’t stop hitting that bottle you fucking faggot.” I was having trouble keeping my hands steady and spilled some on the bed. Then I could feel some fingers in my ass stretching and opening me up. I kept inhaling and I could see my fingertips turning blue when Daddy told me to stop and put the lid back on the bottle. Then I felt something cold in my ass and knew I was getting some T-laced lube, just like my first time with Daddy. The burning sensation soon followed and Daddy didn’t wait any longer to ram his huge toxic cum inside me. I came instantly and felt like my own cum was being pushed out of my balls by Daddy’s cock. He started fucking me very fast and with each push more cum would come out of me. “Oh yeah, you’re still so tight and warm boy, such a perfect little hole. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of fucking you, son.” I was so happy to hear how Daddy liked my ass. I was incredibly proud of being his son. The Tina he pushed in my ass was starting to get to me and I could feel the heat all over my body and I craved even more dick and poz cum. I wanted it all. I felt so good I started crying. “You ok boy?” “I... I love you so much Daddy. I love your toxic poz dick so much, I love it fucking my ass. Please breed me again Daddy. Please give me more drugs and make me into your personal guinea pig. Get me high and fucked up, give me more toxic seed so I can grow my own poz babies, give me your gift and make me more pregnant. I love you so much and what you do to me, please never stop abusing me, it’s sooo good...” “I know son. It turns you on, doesn’t it? The poz talk, the chems, all these dirty and horrible things I did and plan on doing to you? That’s why you were born. That’s where you belong. Soon I’ll breed you again and then I’ll put you to sleep and make you experience things you have never heard about. You will see, I have so many surprises for you. I will have complete control over you and remove any possibility of free will that remains. You’ll be turned into an object, a fuck toy, an HIV incubator, a public attraction, a freak. And you will love every second of it.” “Yes, please Daddy!” “Now take my load, you fucking bitch!” And then Daddy pushed violently against my ass with his hips, buried himself deep and shot a load so big I felt it filling my guts. His toxic cum was hot in my bowels and I could feel it burning my insides. I was picturing millions of viruses running through my ass, entering my walls and invading my bloodstream, joining the growing population of viruses slowly infecting my body, and I welcomed them all with open arms. “Thank you, Daddy!” Daddy pulled out, leaving an awful void in my ass. It felt cold and empty instantly and I cried out in despair. Daddy pushed me down, turned me over and shoved the rubber mask back in my face. “Inhale, deep breathes.” I instantly felt calmer and numb. After a few seconds, Daddy removed the mask and produced a syringe. I thought he was about to slam me but then Daddy said: “Now I’m putting you back to sleep. I still have some preparations to do for the next phase of your journey. When you wake up, you will enter a new reality. I’m about to send you on a one-way trip to Wonderland.” Daddy had a huge grin on his face as he inserted the needle in my arm and quickly pushed on the plunger. I felt a cold wave spreading in my arm and I immediately felt heavier. Darkness overtook my vision and the last thing I saw was my Daddy’s magnificent biohazard tattoo, a sign of things to come, I hoped...

My apologies for the long hiatus. A combination of life events and writers block. But you're continued support for the story and your kind words brought me back. As always love hearing your thoughts and where the story might go. Feel free to message me if you want to some of the real life inspiration 😉 Chapter 8 Leon seemed really pissed, and what happened to Troy? He exudes nothing but dominance and control but as soon as he saw Leon he went to jelly. “You know the rules cunt. No cock enters my new fags until we know the gift has taken unless they are my progeny. What the hell were you thinking?” Leon spat at Troy. “I’m sorry Leon, I didn’t mean to, I wasn’t thinking” Troy said meekly a sudden change from his demeanour while he fucked Charlie. “Clearly not, I guess we’ll just have to make sure you never have a lapse of judgment again” Leon said sternly. Jack moved behind Troy kicking the back of his knees forcing him to drop to the ground. Leon ran up to me and knelt down beside me grabbing my face. “Are you okay Daddy? Did he hurt you?” Leon said in the most caring tone I’d heard him use. “Yeah I’m fine, he didn’t fuck me. He didn’t even get his head in” I said, almost crying. “I’m so glad Daddy. We need to make sure it is my gift that liberates you, my strain” Leon said, pulling me in and kissing me gently before standing up. He walked over to Troy and stood with his crotch in his face. “As for you Troy. I don’t think you’ll make that mistake again any time soon” Leon laughed as he began to unbuckle his belt. “You’re lucky I even let your inferior strain near my fags” Leon said, “if it wasn’t for Charlie you’d be out on your ass, but for some reason he loves you dearly.” “Yes Leon, I’m sorry. Please forgive me, you don’t need to do this” Troy begged. “You’ll learn your lesson beta” Leon laughed. Leon dropped his denim short shorts to the ground and stepped out of them as his thick heavy cock swung down slapping his thigh - he’d been going commando. “Open wide slut” Leon barked at Troy. Troy kept his mouth shut, pleading with his eyes for mercy. “I won’t ask again cunt” Leon shouted as he slapped his superior Alpha dick against Troy’s face before spitting in it. Jack came up behind Troy grabbing his chin and forehead forcing his mouth open. “Get me hard faggot” Leon laughed with glee. “And if I feel any fucking teeth, Jack’s going to knock them out”. Leon quickly grew hard. His absolute monster of a cock forcing its way into Troy’s mouth. Jack held his head in place as Leon face fucked Troy with a fury I don’t think I have ever seen, not even in porn. My little fag dick was rock hard, this shoudn’t be turning me on. I pool of precum forming on the floorboards under me. I shouldn’t watch but I can’t look away. It was clear that Troy was no cocksucker. I would later learn that he had only ever topped, never even tried sucking dick before, let alone bottoming. He was one of the rare few that got the gift from a bottom and spread his gift thereafter. By this point Troy was gagging and dripping spit and puke out the sides of this mouth. “You’re a fucking disgrace you pathetic wannabe Alpha. You don’t deserve to fucking share your gift, your weak strain and pitiful viral load” Leon shouted. Pulling dick and whacking it hard across Troy’s face, Troy gasped for air and begged “Please Leon I’ve learned my lesson I won’t touch your property ever again I promise”. “Who the fuck is Leon faggot?” Leon demanded backhanding Troy across the face. “I mean Sir, I’m sorry Sir please stop it won’t ever happen again” Troy whimpered starting to cry as he collapsed on the floor. At this point I glanced over at Charlie expecting him to be beside himself at what was happening to her boyfriend. But to my surprise my sister was tapping away on her chastity cage and had two fingers in her pussy, moaning with delight. Pussy? Sister? Feminine pronouns? Why was I thinking like this? “What do you think Charlie, has your boyfriend learned his lesson?” Leon asked? Breaking out of her trance Charlie responded through moans “that’s your decision to make Sir, I have no say in how Troy repays his debt”. “Correct answer, good girl” Leon said in an affirming tone. Turning back to Troy and in a sadistic tone “we’re just getting started with you fag. Let’s see if we can’t boost that weak strain of yours. Put him down Jack”. Jack immediately pushed Troy all the way down onto his stomach and held him down. “Come over hear Daddy fag” Leon said to me gently. I got up of the floor, a long string of precum breaking away as I did. “I need you to do a very important job for me baby. I need you to sit on this pathetic excuse of an Alpha’s back and hold his chest up by the arms so he can’t get away from his punishment. Do you understand Daddy fag?” Leon said to me slowly and clearly. I just nodded. “Good boy” he said before leaning in kissing me softly on the lips, I started to go weak at the knees, I’d never felt more needed in my life. Jack got off the struggling Troy and held him down while I got on top of him and sat on his back with my knees either side of him. I locked each of my arms behind his elbows, lacing my fingers together to keep a good grip forcing his chest up. He tried to struggle but Leon kicked him hard in the abs. “I want you to go first Jack, need your PA to tear him up so our strain will really take” Leon ordered. “Oh and while he doesn’t deserve it, use some lube, I don’t want to be here all night.” Jack went to his room and returned with a big bottle that looked like a condiments bottle. He knelt behind me. I couldn’t quite see as I looked back, but he put a liberal amount on this index and middle finger. I noticed that his nails were quite long and almost looked sharpened. He must have forcefully shoved them into Troy’s hole because he yelped out in pain. “Shut up you useless fag, here let’s stop that wailing” Leon said as he stood in front of Troy again and shoved his cock in his mouth and started fucking his face again, “and don’t forget what I said about teeth.” Leon grabbed the back of Troy’s head and fucked his face without a care, I could feel his body pushing back into me, rubbing against my little dicklet which hadn’t stopped dripping since the punishment began. Seeing Leon’s animalistic desires unfolding on someone who wasn’t me was a strange feeling. It turned me on more than anything but I couldn’t help but wish it was me he was defiling. I had come over to get my wedding ring back, but what I really wanted was to give myself to Leon, my hot big dick twink Alpha. I felt Jack’s body get close to mine as he was preparing to take Troy’s anal virginity. Troy started to buck and struggle as Jack forced his way in. “Hold him Daddy fag!” Jack commanded. “Try not to struggle Troy you fucking fag, you’ll only make it harder for yourself” Jack laughed. “That’s it Jack, take this worthless slut’s cherry” Leon smirked while keeping a steady rhythm fucking Troy’s throat while he gagged and drooled. “God this slut is tight, but we’ll get there soon enough” Jack said with determination. “Tear his cunt up Jack, no mercy” Leon ordered. I could tell by the way he was moving behind me that Jack was slowly working his thick dick into Troy’s tight hole. After what must have been ten or so minutes I felt Jack’s body right up against mine, he must have finally gotten his full length in. The entire time Leon did not miss a beat fucking Troy’s mouth. Troy had given up nearly all resistance and resigned himself to his fate, tear streaming down his face. I glanced at Charlie who was now on her knees, slightly behind Jack getting a full view of her boyfriend’s deflowering. She was bouncing up and down on her fingers, her caged clit leaking as much as mine. “Now the fun begins faggot” Jack shouted with glee. I could feel Jack picking up speed as he was now working Troy’s cunt. I could hear each grunt and feel each time he slammed balls deep into the once powerful Alpha. Troy had been reduced to two holes. “That’s it Jack. Just like I taught you. Let’s teach this fucking rat a lesson he’ll never be able to forget” Leon said menacingly. “Take that you pathetic fucking tool. Your ass is mine. Can you feel my PA ripping open your cunt?” Jack shouted as he pounded Troy’s once untouched hole. Jack moved his hands onto my shoulders to give himself more leverage. He was now pounding Troy’s hole without mercy and seemed to be getting faster and faster. “Are you ready for your first load in your useless pussy slut?” Jack shouted. “That’s it Jack, waste this fag’s cunt” Leon responded. He pulled his dick out of Troy’s mouth. Drool and slobber falling out of it as he gasped for air. “Answer the man fag!” Leon demanded. Troy just gasped and spluttered. *Thwack* Leon backhanded him again. “I said answer slut!” Leon shouted again. “Please breed my hole, anything to stop the torture Sir” Troy begged. “Looks like he’s not much of an Alpha afterall” Leon laughed. “Fill him up Jack”. With that Jack’s thrusts became even more furious and his grunts even louder. But within a few seconds I could feel Jack’s body shudder as he collapsed onto my back. But I held on to Troy’s arms. Knowing my duty. Jack quickly slipped out of Troy and came around to his mouth. His thick dick was glistening pink and slick with cum. He really tore up Troy’s pussy. I swearI could even see a small piece of flesh on one of his PA’s cones. “Clean him up fag” Leon ordered. Troy reluctantly opened his mouth and cleaned off Jack’s spent Alpha dick. “That’s it slut, taste your punishment” Jack laughed. “Now it’s time for the main event cunt” Leon said leaning down close to Troy’s face. “Don’t worry I’m not going to make it last too long. Not because I think you deserve mercy, but because you don’t deserve the gift that is my dick longer than is necessary.” Leon knelt down behind Troy and lined up his thick twink dick. “No extra lube though fag, I want you to really feel mine” Leon laughed “And Jack, take a break, I don’t want anything in his mouth. I want to hear every blood curdling scream.” Jack went and sat down next to Charlie to rest. Charlie immediately started worshiping Jack’s cock, tasting her boyfriend’s ass for the first time. Leon wasted know time entering Troy’s well fucked hole. Troy yelped in pain as I felt Leon’s body push against mine. Take my Superior Alpha cock slut. You will never forget who is the real Dom in this house. You will learn your place and never cross me again. “Please stop, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry” Troy cried. “You will be forgiven soon fag, but first you have to pay the price” Leon snapped back. Leon was merciless in getting his dick balls deep in Troy. It helped a little that Jack had opened him up, but Leon knew what he wanted. I could feel Troy’s wails as Leon went tip to base in quick succession. He was truly in pain and Leon was loving it. “Beg me slut, beg me for my Superior strain” Leon commanded. Troy’s spirit was broken and very little resistance remained. “Please Sir. Poz me with your Superior Alpha strain. I need it.” Troy managed to get out between sobs and tears. “God you are pathetic Troy. You can’t even stand up for yourself. You have no right to call yourself an Alpha “Leon said with satisfaction. “A real man would have fought back against this punishment. But you submitted quickly and easily to a fem twink and short cub. What a fucking waste of a big cock you have.” Leon leaned in and hooked his arms around me in a close embrace. One over my left shoulder and the other under my right arm. Holding me close bringing his mouth up to my ear. “This is for you Daddy fag. This is my proof of my commitment to you and your journey. I promise you that I will do everything in my power to keep you safe and protect you from worthless men like Troy.” Leon whispered gently into my ear as I felt his cock working fast and hard into Troy’s now destroyed cunt. “Do you understand Daddy fag?” “Yes Sir” I whispered back. I felt so safe and wanted in Leon’s arms. “I love you Daddy fag” Leon cooed. “I love you too Sir” I impulsively responded. My heart was racing, did I really just say that? There was no time to process what had just happened. I could feel Leon going into overdrive as he pulled back from me and held onto my shoulders as Jack had. “Here is comes fag, the gift you don’t deserve but will absolve you of your sins” Leon grunted. I could feel him powering into Troy’s hole. And within seconds Leon’s body shuddered and as he filled Troy’s cunt with his toxic gift. As he did I could feel Troy buck underneath me. As Leon pulled out of Troy I let go of his arms and he fell to the floor with a loud thump. Leon got up and came around in front of me he still hard cock glistening with a mix of cum and blood. “I think you earned this Daddy fag” Leon said with pride offering me his perfect Superior cock. I quickly engulfed his Alpha dick, I hadn’t realised how much I needed cock to feel content and happy. I eagerly cleaned off his perfect dick and worshiped it, taking as much of it into my throat as I could before gagging. Leon pulled his cock out and leaned down kissing me passionately, our tongues exchanging the cum mixture. He pulled me up off of Troy’s back. “Go sit down Daddy fag you deserve a little rest” Leon said before kissing me softly on the lips sending a buzz through my whole body. Looking down at Troy’s back was a pool of my precum and my sticking out just a little my rock hard beta dicklet. Troy rolled onto his side into the fetal position cradling himself crying uncontrollably. As he did he revealed a pool of cum underneath him on the floorboards. “Check this out Jack, the supposed Alpha came hands free by being fucked by real Men” Leon laughed;. “Guess he’s more of a fag than he let on” Jack laughed back. Charlie pulled herself off Jack’s dick he had been diligently worshiping to have a look for herself. A sort of disgusted look came across her face when she saw it for herself. “Just remember Troy you may be forgiven now but what you tried tonight will not be forgotten” Leon said with a sort of pity. “I hope you’ll never forget who the real Alphas are in this house.” Troy just cradled himself and cried. “Pathetic!” Jack chimed in. Charlie got up to her feet and walked over to Troy’s broken body and kneeled down beside him. Troy looked up at his sissy boyfriend through teary eyes. “Let’s get out of here Charlie, it’s clear we aren’t welcome here” Troy said wiping his eyes. “Oh Troy” Charlie giggled “I’m not going anywhere with you. It’s laughable you’d assume I’m still your sissy after what I saw tonight. What kind of Alpha cums from being fucked. What kind of Dom doesn’t even stand up for himself. You were a Gold Star Top and I’m a Gold Star bottom. That’s why we had worked so well. But now you’re just a fag to me, and I don’t fuck fags sweetie.” “But babe, I’m your Daddy and you’re my princess” Troy blubbered as tears began to well again. “Not any more fag, you’re just like me know” Charlie said holding back a giggle. “Oh and you won’t be needing this anymore” Charlie said, reaching for the key hanging around Troy’s neck and yanking it off. “Now I think it’s for the best if you just collect yourself and leave, like a good boy. Charlie leaned in and kissed Troy on the forehead. “It was fun while it lasted, but I need a real man” Charlie said. Troy slowly got up and began to dress with his back to us. Clearly embarrassed as cum and blood ran down his legs. Troy walked to the door, too embarrassed to look any of us in the eyes. “Forgetting something Troy?” Leon asked sternly “I think you owe someone here an apology. He reluctantly turned around and looked directly at me “I’m sorry Brian” he said meekly before showing himself out. My eyes started to well as I through myself into Leon’s arms. “Thank you Sir, no one has ever looked out for me like that before” I said starting to cry. “It’s okay Daddy fag, its all over now and you’re safe. That’s all that matters” he said gently, holding me against his perfect body.

Part 9 . I asked the Kid if he was having fun, he said “YES”, I asked him if he wanted to stop now. He immediately said “ NO”. I told the kid that this would get him higher, he got a big smile on his face. I told the kid to get ready to see the stars. The one guy behind him handed the guy in front the Point. I swabbed the kids arm and was telling him when the Meth goes in he will have to Cough and his heart would race and not to be alarmed, The kid said OK. With that the guy put the point I the kids vein, pulled it back a little then Pushed the plunger forward and released the band on his arm. My friend was Videoing all this. I looked and the kid and his eyes opened wide. He started to cough and the guys immediately pushed him back down on the Fuck Bench. The one behind push is cock up the kids ass. He was enjoying the muscles in the kids ass massaging his cock while the kid was rushing. His partner offered the Kid his cock and the Kid eagerly swallowed all 8+ inches. No problem this time. Both were spit roasting the kid. They decided to switch places and the Kid gladly took the Cock that was just in his ass into his mouth. The other one was Fucking the kid like he wanted to ruin his ass.. The one in his mouth pulled out and asked if he liked the taste of his ass. The Kid said yes. I thought then this Kid was not converted to a true pig He would be eating ass before long. The one in his ass said he was getting close, the other one said “ Go ahead, Knock the bitch up “. With that he shoved deep as he could and stared coating his guts with a Toxic load. About the same time the guy held the Kids Head stared shooting cum down his throat. He pulled back so the kid could get a good tase of cum. He was lapping it up like starved dog. He guy pulled out the kids ass and reached for the marker and put two lines under the POZ mark and put a “+” sign behind the one. The both moved to a couch and started playing with each other. It was plain to see that they had history together. i walked over and put my cock in front of the kid, he opened his mouth and said ‘ Please “. I push my cock into his mouth balls deep. I noticed that with all the fun a couple other guys showed up. Both had their pants down and stroking. On had a very thick cock, not to long but really quick. The other guy had a very long pencil dick. He also had a Biohazard Tat above his cock. He was fingering the ass of the thick cock guy. I told them to step up. The guy with the thick cock got behind the Kid and stared pushing that thick piece of meat up the kid. You could tell he met some resistance but was working it in. My friend went around behind that guy and lined up his cock and pushed the head in his ass. My friend push the guy over a bit, grabbed the kids hips and plowed up the guy. His cock went to the hilt, the guys cock speared the kids ass to the hilt. Balls slapping on balls. The one guy grunted and the Kid gasped around my cock. My friend pulled back some and the guy went with him, impaled on his toxic cock. Then the guy went forward to push in the kid, he would go back and then forward. He was basically fucking the kid and then getting his ass fucked by the cock up his bum. My friend is a freak and can cum multiple times then he is parting. The other guy went around behind me and pushed a shard up my ass, then he pushed his pencil dick in me. It had been a while since I felt a skinny cock up my as, Between that and the shard I was in heaven. Nothing like a shins cock to arouse a rosebud. I was afraid the guy would cum in my ass, I wanted the kid to experience this joy. I told the guy up my ass to hold off until he fucked the kid and he said that was the plan, this was only a warm up for him. He said he was parting all day and had a few days worth of toxic cum to deliver.

i tend to believe similarly. i knew i was attracted to guys when i was 7, admitted it to myself at age 13, "confessed" it in church at age 19 lol, sigh. i tried to change myself from being gay most of my life, married a woman. DIdn't work, and i really wanted to change at the time because i'd been conditioned by religious culture to think being gay is a "choice, sin, broken," Lot's of gay guys have come up through that crap and have similar stories, and all can tell you about the torture of sincerely wanting to become straight and not being able to pull it off. The evidence just doesn't seem to support that one can rewire their sexuality. When i first divorced i thought i might be Bi. Hey, i'd been married to a woman for 31 years and was quite able to perform sexually. i ended up dating a visiting professor of womens studies from Germany for awhile. She was gorgeous, intelligent... and lesbian. She was 40 and suddenly found herself wanting a man. We got along great (i seem to always get along and connect well with lesbians? go figure). When it came down to it though, she wanted sex, and i didn't . There was something about the female energy that i just could not connect with sexually. i also dated a FtM trans person who was poly and in a 10 year relationship with another woman. Again, the three of us hit it off really well and they wanted me to join them in relationship. Same thing, even though the trans person identified as male, there was something about them that just felt female to me, maybe how i feel with bottom sub guys? idk, but it was not a fit either, but it helped with my self discovery process. Turns out im gay total bottom with some sub in me. Do i think that some of that may be fluid? Yeah, probably, but i can trace those parts of my nature back as early as age 7 and, if they are fluid, they haven't moved very much if at all. So, i'm not inclined to think things like "gay," "Straight" "Bi" are all that changeable.

I needed a few days to recover from two and a half weeks of breeding chaser #1. He seemed to get a double dose of the conversion flu to make up for the one I didn't seem to get. When my dick had recovered and my balls were full, I went in search of someone new to fuck. While I was looking, I got a message from an early 30's guy. There were only a couple body pics that showed a mostly smooth, thin body, trimmed pubes around a larger cock with an upward curve, and a nicely muscled ass dripping cum. His stats said he was an inch taller and twenty pounds lighter than me. "Hey, hot profile. Looking for poz guys a little older than me that will breed neg holes. Let me know if ur interested" his message said. We messaged a few more times and I made sure he was serious. When I showed up at his apartment, he looked close to the pics on the profile but had added maybe ten pounds. His face wasn't pretty and the mop of straight, stringy hair didn't do him any favors, but he had nice full lips and I'd find out later, a long, talented tongue. I followed his naked body back to a bedroom where he helped me out of my jeans and moments later his mouth was engulfing my quickly hardening cock. I only let him go a few minutes until my cock was covered in spit before grabbing a fistful of hair and yanking him off my shaft. I didn't need to tell him what to do next. The moment I let go of his hair, he scrambled on to the bed, looking back to see if his position on his hands and knees was what I wanted. I nodded and glanced around the room. On the nightstand was a bottle of lube and some poppers. I grabbed the poppers and took a couple hits before sealing the bottle and tossing it on the bed next to his hand. By the time he got the first hit, the head of my cock was resting on his hole. Once I heard his second huff, I thrust my cock in a couple seconds later. He groaned loudly as my cock drove in over half way. I waited a moment and withdrew an inch and shoved back in until my balls slapped into his. I gripped his body and began to plow into his tight hole. The spit really wasn't enough to lube him but my precum began to help. After a dozen strokes, I felt him give a tentative squeeze to my cock. My chuckle told him that he could work his ass however he wanted. I liked a bottom that was part of the fuck and I rarely came from a guy trying to milk the load out of my balls. A few minutes later, his hole got sloppy enough that I could fuck harder. There was a satisfying thud as my body slammed into his. Several minutes later, the friction increased and he started to groan again. I made it a little longer before I felt the cum start to rise and I froze mid thrust, my cock showering his guts with cum. Driving in another couple inches, my cock let out a few more spurts of jizz before I fell forward, planting the rest of my cock in. This time, his firm squeezes did milk out a little more cum, making me laugh and growl out "Greedy fucker, aren't ya." We laid there on the bed, both of us breathing heavy. He had a big grin on his face and there was a smaller one on mine, too. "So, is it just the high from the risk or do you really want to get infected" I asked, choosing the most unglamorous word I could think of to describe what I had just tried to do. "I want to get pozzed. I've been chasing for three years and the desire just keeps getting stronger. I have a deal with some other guys that the first one of us to get charged up, does the other four. I want to be the one that gets to do it" he explained, the grin getting a little more sinister. "Hmm, that means you're versatile, then" I said. "Not for the past couple years. I became a total bottom until I get pozzed" he replied. Any thoughts that I had that he was going to regret me breeding him vanished. "That's quite the commitment. Looks like I may have to breed you a few more times to make sure you get to top again soon. This city is desperate for more tops" I said. "You're really toxic? You're not catfishin' me to get in my ass?" he asked. I got up and pulled my phone out of my jeans and flipped around and showed him the screenshot of my test results. "Fuck yeah! I'll take as much of that as you want to share" he said. "As I've heard from a few guys... It's fun trying" I replied. I continued to follow Chris' method and we fucked four or five days a week for the next few weeks until he called me to say he was sick as a dog and couldn't meet. As horrible as he sounded, there was excitement in his voice. "Don't forget about your buddies. End their chase like I did yours" I told him. That evening I was back on the apps looking for my next target. Instead of 'neg for poz' in my search, I changed it to 'neg for any' and began looking at the new set of guys. One guy caught my eye and I looked at his profile several times. He was younger than I usually looked for but a little older than the college guys looking for their daddy fix. The four pics showed that he was proud of his hairy body. Brown fur covered his chest, abs, back, ass and legs. Even the pic of him sucking a thick black cock showed he wore a very bushy beard. His body size put him into the 'cub' category and it looked like he was no stranger to the gym. I must have looked at it a few too many times since he sent a message "Thanks for lookin. Hot profile. Sorry, I don't like to know I'm playing with poz guys. I like some mystery." That's when I found out it was good to have a second profile that skipped or changed some info. After thinking about it a while, I made several changes to make the profiles look different. I wasn't going to lie and say I was neg or ten years younger, but I shaved a few pounds off and listed my status as "ask me." My age and sizes were very similar, but the pics and text were very different. To make it less obvious, I waited a week before I contacted the muscle cub from my new profile. To my surprise, he replied when he logged in a day later. The discussion seemed to indicate his kinks were limited to barebacking, breeding, piss and bukkake. While I was into the first three, the last one didn't do anything for me since I preferred to shoot my cum inside a guy. He also said he preferred very little talking during sex. Grunts, moans and groans were fine but that was it. I guess it fit in with not having the top's status getting divulged. We met up at his apartment and I figured I'd have one chance at tapping him. While he hadn't said anything explicit, it didn't sound like he hooked up with the same guy more than one or two times. "Hey, glad you could make it" was about all the words he said, other than "bye" when I left. His voice was deep but casual. Grunts and moans were all that filled his bedroom for the next hour. Most of the time I was behind him, fucking him over the side of the bed, on his hands and knees, on his knees or flat on his stomach. My cock drilled him hard and soft, with short strokes and long. I loved feeling his sweaty body against mine while we rutted as nature intended - bare. His hole was slick with precum for most of our fuck and as with the other neg guys, I leaked more than normal while fucking him. Maybe it was because I found him sexier than most guys I hooked up with. Part of that sexiness was his confidence. He didn't try to overplay his masculinity. He acted like an average guy that liked risky sex. I just happened to think he was a lot hotter than your average guy. Muscle cub was a little reluctant when I flipped him on his back for a few more minutes of pounding before I dumped my second load into him. I doubt he knew I had already bred him while I fucked him earlier when I got myself too close prevent shooting my charged load in. I kept plowing through several shots, coating his guts with my cum. The second load was almost as big as the first, but I pumped it in fully planted in his ass. His eyes were closed but the expression on his face told me he knew I had filled him with my seed. My face had a very big, satisfied grin on it and had moaned a drawn out "ah fuck yeah" with the last few spurts. A week later I got a message from him. "Hey. Was hoping we could meet up again. Been really busy and no sex since we hooked. Not going to have much time next week either so I want to meet someone I know is gonna fuck good and leave me dripping" he said. It was pretty flattering and it was hard to refuse spending some more time fucking the stud. I was supposed to meet a friend for beers when muscle cub was free, so I did what any horny gay guy would do. We spent almost two hours playing this time. We started on the couch with him sucking me. He spent a lot more time getting my cock hard and wet than our first meet and I played with his ass almost as long. My tongue loved his furry ass and hole and my fingers did too. I didn't get my fist in, but four fingers were able to stretch him open. I even got a few encouraging words from him. By the time I pressed my bare cock into his ass, my beard was dripping spit and his hole was gaping nicely. My cock slipped in easily but as soon as I bottomed out, he clamped down and let out a deep moan. The more relaxed pace let me spend more time plowing into his talented hole and enjoy feeling our bodies completely connected. We both worked up a good sweat and I loved rubbing his body with my hands and feeling the damp fur under my palm or on my chest. I fucked him over the end of the sofa in a few positions before finally breeding his hole. That was when he spoke for the first time during sex, telling me how he loved feeling my cock throb inside him. When we had recovered, he pushed me toward the bedroom for round two. He might have been a bottom but there wasn't a submissive bone in his body. He wasn't aggressive enough to be a power bottom either, but there were signs that he might be on his way there. While I first thought that he might want to cuddle while my balls refilled, that wasn't what he planned. I quickly found myself between his legs, sucking on his nice, thick cock. This was new territory and one that I didn't mind at all. I considered myself ninety percent top these days, back to what I was with my cumwhore of an ex. I'd briefly moved to fifty-fifty versatile with Chris, but that was now over. Sucking dick was always one of those things that I loved to do but it needed the right guy. Muscle cub was perfect for this. A nice cock, a good attitude and the chance that I'd be swallowing his last neg load made for a very satisfying blowjob. Twenty minutes of sucking, licking and stroking his shaft gave me plenty of time to ready load number two. From his cock, I licked down to his hairy ass and licked my cum that was leaking out of the tight pucker. My tongue dug in, fucking him a few moments before my now stiff cock was ready to slide back into the warm, wet confines of his pussy. Unlike our fuck a week before, muscle cub had no issue with me fucking him on his back. At first he held his thick legs back while I drilled his hole before eventually resting them on my shoulders. Last time he kept his eyes closed and grunted occasionally, this time his eyes were locked on to mine and the grin from before got bigger. The moans and grunts got louder too. "Fuck yeah! Pound that hole" he growled out, almost making me jump back. I chuckled and growled back "Yeah? Like that cock drilling into your hole? You like me churning up that load from earlier?" "Uh huh. I feel some of it drippin out... you better put some back in" he groaned out in response. This was the type of banter I liked to have during sex. It had been sorely missing from our first fuck and I wondered if he wanted to avoid any conversation that might have hinted at mine or his status. I hadn't fucked enough chasers to have anything like that become part of my normal fuck-talk so it was easy to avoid. I pounded him harder until finally my balls couldn't keep their viral contents inside. I growled as spurts of cum showered his guts and he yelled out "Oh god yeah!" My body shuddered and shook during the intense orgasm and when it faded we were staring at each other. I pulled out and rolled over on to the bed next to him, still breathing heavily. It was his turn to get between my legs and suck the cum from my shaft and balls. He was surprisingly gentle but I doubt he missed a drop of semen, whether he licked it up or coated his beard with it. He continued long enough to make my cock start to stiffen again. I was pleasantly surprised when he crawled on top of me and lined up my cock to his very slick hole. He rode me for about ten minutes until I could tell his legs were starting to burn. I tugged him toward me and on to his knees while I took over and drilled his ass for another five minutes before I unleashed a few more ropes of cum into him. "Thanks... that was fuckin awesome. I haven't fucked like that in a few years" he said a minute later. "Yeah, that was damn good" I replied. Once he had crawled off of me, I went in search of my clothes. While he was a lot more vocal and friendly this time, it was still just a hookup and I knew it was time to head home. Part of me expected a message from him a week later, but I didn't get one. The next week was the same and by then I was fucking a couple other guys anyway. I finally saw him online a month or so later. I was using my original poz status account and checked out his profile. A smile came over my face as I saw the change in his status. About a half hour later he sent a message "Thanks for lookin. Hot profile. Wanna hookup some time?" Chuckling, I replied "Thanks. Sorry, I prefer the challenge of neg guys."

Whore 13 – A Continuation I remained on the floor next to puppy as Daddy left the room. I stood and took in a sleeping puppy... his pecs rhythmically rising and falling under the crisp white sheet. Walking around the bed, I noticed where I was to sleep... a thick black rubber encased mattress was placed on the floor with a rubber pillow facing the foot of the bed. I smiled, seeing a rosebud cylinder and pump on top of the mattress and a semi-full bag of piss connected to the tube running from under the sheet right next to my pillow. I began wandering around the room. Though it was a spartan set up, it had everything that I would need to make sure puppy was comfortable during his recuperation. Next, I walked into the bathroom and saw Daddy had installed an enema hose in the shower area... even here I knew, I should be ready for cock. Searching the drawer under the counter, I chuckled at the large clear bag of white crystals next to a pipe and torch left there with a note from cunt... “I figured you’d be needing this...” it said... “Remember... just enough to keep the edge off, whore... No more until your job is done.” I took a couple of hits from the pipe, holding each cloud deep in my lungs. “Fucker better be sharing his shit,” I growled and hesitantly put the pipe and baggie back in the drawer. My cunt was beginning to react... I removed my gear and went into the shower to wash off. I briefly glanced at the metal hose but I wanted Daddy’s bodily fluids completely a part of me. Turning on the water, I tilted my head back and felt the stream of hot water washing over my face and run down against my smooth skin. After a few minutes, I grabbed the bottle of body wash and started lathering up my pecs. Feeling my body heat up, my fingers spread the suds to my ringed tits and I began to pull on them. “Damn,” I thought, imagining their flesh thickened to resemble cunt’s pig tits. I took a deep breath, feeling my pecs rise and harden even more. I then moved to my pits, the slickness of my suds-filled hands teasingly sending shivers through me before sliding down to my abs. My fingers then began tracing my muscled torso. Continuing, I made my way down to my caged cock and balls, taking them in both hands. “Goddamn...” I let out in frustration and fell forward. My left hand now firmly against the shower wall, I reached back to my now thickened cunt lips filling my palm. “Cunt...” I moaned. Surprised at myself, I immediately stood up and proceeded to rinse myself off before shutting off the water. I grabbed the plush towel and dried myself off as I stood in front of the steam-fogged mirror. That’s when I saw the flash of kelly green behind the door. I pulled the door back slightly, pulled it off the hook and looked at the stretched-out mesh pouch. Smiling, I lifted it to my nose as the scent of musk and sweat filled my nostrils. “Fucking sexy cunt...” I growled and began chewing on the mesh, savoring the now familiar taste of cunt’s crotch. I eagerly put on the jockstrap and then completed my uniform with my bulldog harness and collar. Walking back into the room, I made my way past the sleeping patient to lay down on the mattress. I hit the mattress and my hand went directly to my swollen cunt lips surrounding the black plug. I spread my legs and, with a grunt, it slowly began emerging from my cunt... I could feel my cunt lips expanding. The thick plug slowly worked its way out until I could feel my cunt relaxing as the thickness of the plug decreased and a rush of piss with specks of cum flowed onto the rubber sheet. “No matter... I thought, licking my lips. “I’ll clean that up after.” I took hold of the slime coated plug and examined it closely. “Shit....” I moaned at its size. The plug wasn’t the heaviest but it was the biggest I had ever taken... about 8 inches in length and 7½” in circumference. I placed it to my cuntmouth and ran my tongue against it, tasting the tartness of my cunt after Daddy’s loads. My right hand continued to work my now open cunt lips and I easily slipped a couple of my fingers into the gaping orifice. My tongue darted over the black plug, making sure to savor every drop. I rested against the rubber mattress and raised my hips. Reaching with both hands, I took hold of my cunt lips and began to spread them to release the inner folds, gasping as the cool air hit the now prolapsed rosebud. I remained like that for bit until the need to be filled overtook me. Grabbing the plug, I began working the rosebud back inside me with a bit of force. Slowly, the wet folds began to slide over the widest part of the plug and collapse around the base. I continued on... “Fuck me,” I groaned, feeling my cunt lips finally surround the base until it was firmly in place. My cunt began to spasm, working the plug deeper inside me as my head fell back... my eyes rolled up and my cuntmouth fell open in a silent scream. “Goddamn dirty whore,” I heard puppy groan in amusement. It took me a bit, but I finally drew a breath and looked up to puppy’s drugged-hazed smile. “Hey...” I chuckled. “How’s that knot feeling?” “Totally worth it, whore. I can’t wait til I’m fully knotted to a cunt.” he winced. I sat up, kneeling at puppy’s side. “You in pain?” “A little bit,” puppy shifted as I noticed the yellow stream of piss begin to flow out of the catheter tube into the bag. Grabbing the tube, I disconnected it from the bag, lowered myself below the bed, took it into my cuntmouth and began swallowing the opiated chempiss. “Shit man,” puppy growled, “you are insatiable... another perfect cunt.” That’s when I gave puppy a quizzical look... Seeing my reaction, he continued. “We’ve all seen how you two are together.” I nodded, thinking the drugs had made him say that and took the last of the piss down until his bladder had emptied. I reconnected it to the bag and stood. Leaning into his ear, “Just relax... I’m here.” I told him as he fell asleep again... Without a second thought, I moved to the puddle between my legs and greedily lapped it up... “That Sam, is whore...” I heard Daddy chuckle and I looked up, revealing my cunt slimed face to the geared-up stranger standing next to him. “Goddamn...” Sam said under his breath, his blue eyes shining. I rose to my haunches, wiped my face and took Sam in... “Fuck me...” I thought, seeing the 6’ 1” man kitted out in white leather boots and harness... a white jockstrap completing his gear and a white leather bag in his hand. I studied the classically V-shaped athletic body before me. My eyes immediately went to the corded muscles of his right arm bulging from the white arm band and immediately knew his place. He, too, wore a bulldog harness but with one difference... a leather strap from the center D-ring made its way down his muscled six-pack abs to what was obviously an ample bulge held within the white pouch framed by his sturdy thighs. The bulldog harness straps spread across his firm pecs studded with fleshy tits pierced with thick metal barbells and surrounded by half-dollar sized areolas. His white teeth sparkled as he smiled down at me. “I’m Doc Ian’s assistant, whore...this is my uniform for our special clients.” said, leering at me. “I’ll be showing you how to change puppy’s bandages and will be around to check on puppy’s progress. First, follow me into the bathroom so we can wash up.” he said turning towards the bathroom, giving me a good look at his solid ass cheeks framed in the stretched-out white straps of his jock. “No less than 30 seconds...” Sam instructed as he soaped up his hands, making sure to cover them completely. “Bleached white towels will do to dry off... as long as they’re clean.” he said, waiting for me to hand him one. Quickly grabbing a clean towel, I fell to my knees and began to dry his hands with the freshly-laundered towel. “He’s got you trained well.” Sam smiled and exited the bathroom, leaving me on my knees. I was confused... I don’t know why I had done it at that moment... why was I on my knees? Shaking my head, I got up and went into the room. Approaching the bed, Sam called me to bring the bag to his side. I placed the bag next to Sam as he folded the sheet down to puppy’s knees and unveiling the bandaged cock and balls. Sam reached into the bag, grabbed a pair of surgical gloves and, with a snap, his hands were encased in white latex... a fucking incredible addition to his uniform. Carefully, Sam began removing the bandages as puppy began to wince. “Easy, pup...” Daddy said, trying to comfort puppy. “Doc did a great job, Sir.” Sam said to Daddy, admiring his owner’s handiwork as he held puppy’s cathetered cock. “The long foreskin helped to create a nice sheath.” The bandages now removed, Sam began to clean puppy’s incisions and I saw puppy’s transformed cock for the first time. Although bruised and swollen, his cock now showed the results of his mods... His cock was now sheathed and sporting a moist pinkish hue while the structure of his shaft had been altered to expand to knot within a cunt. “Inspect the incisions daily,” Sam instructed me, “Some redness is normal at first. Watch for increasing redness, especially if it begins to feel warm.” “Until puppy’s able to shower on his own, you’ll want to clean the site with a sponge bath. First, apply the soapy water to the skin and wipe it gently with a washcloth. Then, dip a second washcloth into the rinsing basin and use it to rinse away the soap. Pat the area dry with a towel.” I took in Sam’s instructions as he rebandaged puppy and gave him another dose of opiates for the pain. “Got it?” he said, tossing his gloves into the trash and turning to face me. “Now... it’s time collect.” “Shit yeah!” I growled as Sam’s exploring tongue entered my cuntmouth. Aggressively, he pushed me onto the rubbered mattress and I surrendered as we moved into a 69 position... “Cock...” I begged, seeing his engorged shaft now stretching out of the waist of his jockstrap. “Suck it, whore...” he hissed, forcing his crotch against my lips. I leant into the mass at my cuntmouth and the tip of my tongue slowly began licking the mesh covered head. Grabbing the waistband, I pulled it down his thighs and released the bulbous head. Sucking hard, I slid my lips up and down the thick shaft as I took more and more until I could feel it against the back of my throat. Slowly at first, he started fucking my face before increasing his strokes and slamming deep into my throat as his hands slipped past my cunt lips to gather the leaking cunt juices. “Fucking juiced up cunt...” Sam growled, bringing up his right hand to taste my cunt juices. His fingers back inside, he spread me wide and released a gob of spit and I began to moan as his long rough fingers worked it into the inner walls of my hungry cunt. As Sam continued fingering me, I continued sucking the hard shaft penetrating my cuntmouth. Suddenly, Sam pushed against my now sweaty thighs and moved between my legs. “Taste your goddamn sexy cunt.” Sam sighed as he slipped his cunt slimed fingers into my cuntmouth. “Fuck me,” I begged as I began sucking on the slick fingers that had been invading my cunt only moments earlier. I lifted my hips, wrapped my thighs around his waist and pulled his face to mine. Our tongues now clashing, my hands went directly to his tits and I tightly grasped them with my fingernails causing him to cry out. “SHIT! YEAH!” he howled into my cuntmouth... His cock now completely rigid, he spread my thighs and placed his cock at my cunt. “FUCK!” I shouted as he hit my prostate and started pumping. As my cunt was pumped, it began to leak and pool on the rubber sheet causing me to plead for him to fuck me harder. “Gonna fuck the shit out of ya... whore,” Sam laughed as the sweat from his forehead dripped down and hit my face. He continued... I took 10 minutes of ramming cock until he finally exhaled and stiffened as he released his load into my throbbing cunt. Looking down into my eyes, he slowly pumped his still rigid cock and then slowly started to withdraw. Looking directly up into his eyes, I reached to my cunt and scooped the cum now leaking out of me and tasted his load. “Goddamn raunch pig.” Sam chuckled and I immediately moved to my hands and knees to clean his slimed cock. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ The next few weeks were a blur as I watched over a healing puppy. True to his word, Daddy started me on a cycle the very next day which also increased my sexual frustration since I was now plugged except for cleaning and emptying out my cunt or pumping my cunt lips. Puppy was basically out of it the first week so I concentrated on working my body, including my cunt lips every day... As puppy recovered, he’d watch me work out and encourage me to work harder to perfect my body. Since puppy’s surgery, I hadn’t left the room... my only duty was to watch over him. Daily, Daddy would come into the room, geared in his leather, to check on puppy’s progress he’d say, but I imagined he was taking in how I was doing too... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Then the day came... I woke up early and went straight into the bathroom and took out the pipe. Loading it, I finally realized that I now needed it. I stared into the mirror and looked at myself holding the stem in my cuntmouth. “Fuck... chem whore,” I thought, lighting the torch and deeply inhaling the cloud. I took in another hit and reluctantly put it way... it was empty and I had none left. Trying to keep my mind on my job, I stripped and got in the shower. I grabbed the enema hose and turned on the water to warm the cold metal nozzle. Once ready, I slipped it in and slowly the pressure in my cunt increased until I couldn’t take anymore and removed it. For a few minutes, I held it... enjoying the fullness of it in my cunt. This was my favorite part... My hands moved to my extended abdomen as my fingers began to massage the now bulging hard muscles of my abdomen. Slowly, I moved down to my cock and easily slipped a finger between the metal cage and the shaft... I laughed as I crouched to release... why hadn’t I noticed before? My cock had shrunk even more! I unlocked the cage and removed it to clean the shrunken nub. I held it in my suds-filled palm and began to slowly stroke it as I closed my eyes. My cock began to react slightly and I looked down. “Huh!” I laughed, seeing my cock barely registering any increase in size... Suddenly, the shower curtain was pushed aside and I jumped... there stood boy who I hadn’t seen since Daddy had banished him from the dungeon. “Shit, boy... you fucking scared me.” “Finish up... Toss the cage...” he ordered as he grabbed my jock and turned to leave... his beautiful muscled back now scarred... I grabbed the towel and began to dry off while standing in front of the mirror. Tossing the towel, I wiped the mirror to clear the steamy moisture. I took hold of my harness and put it on, buckling the straps now accentuating my massive pecs as my thick ringed tits angled downwards. “Getting there...” I growled, securing my collar tightly around my neck. Walking into the bedroom, boy stood scowling at puppy’s empty bed holding up a metal object. It was another cock cage... one even smaller than my last one. Before I could ask about puppy, he motioned me to approach with a grunt and I obeyed... my cock and balls were now held firmly in his grip. “Fucking useless,” he snarled, gripping it even tighter and causing me to cry out in pain before securing it and shoving me to face the mirror. My eyes went directly to my crotch and let out a gasp... my cock was now almost hidden by the folds of my ball sac surrounding the shriveled nub. “Fucking perfect...” I heard boy say as he stood at my side fingering my plugged cunt. “Yeah?” I said, looking at my now ripped body in the mirror as I flexed... Turning to boy, I stepped back and held him by his shoulders as I inspected his scarred back. “Shit, boy.” Shrugging, he placed his hand on mine... “S’ok fucking chem whore...” he smiled, pulling a loaded rig from his rubbered pouch. “God yes!” I sighed, seeing the contents of the syringe and I forgot all about puppy. “Thought so...” boy laughed, forcing me to my knees and wrapping a strap around my bicep. “Daddy’s taken puppy into the dungeon for a final check up by the doc.” I was nodding but I couldn’t give a fuck about what boy was saying... all I wanted was the slam. “Please boy, I need it...” I trembled. Smiling, boy teasingly rubbed his thumb against my vein... “How much?” “Shit... please!” I begged as he swabbed and slipped the loaded syringe into my vein. “AHHHH!” I moaned, my head falling back as the rush of chems filled my body and I was overcome with chemmed-up lust. “Good whore,” boy said, his hand rubbing over my buzzed head. “Mmmmm,” I moaned, feeling the pleasure of his touch. The door opened and I looked up and saw Daddy taking it all in as a slow smile crept over his face. “I see he’s ready...” Nodding, boy grabbed my leash, secured it my septum ring and led to me Daddy. Dazed from the chem rush, I immediately went for Daddy’s cock but with a hard jerk, he turned and led me out on all fours to the dungeon.

Oh trust me there is such a thing as a true 100% alpha. He's every bit of it. He looks it and acts the part even when we are not fucking. He's so masculine and manly takes charge in every aspect of out relationship. He definitely calls the shots and that makes me happy

Preparing for the night - showering and making sure i was cleaned inside and out - I was beyond excited thinking about Trevor - his perfect jock body - and the muscled up guys he might have with him. It made my dick throb thinking about it. This weekend was going to be so hot, I was ready to be a pig. As I was drying off and thinking about how much dick I was going to have shoved down my throat - I heard my phone buzz. It was Trevor “where the fuck are you?! Guys here are fucking hot!” He included a photo of (I assumed) the action at his place - pic of a perfect round ass in a white jock splayed out on the bed, thick muscly legs framing the straps perfectly.... immediately making my dick twitch — I wanted my face in that jocks crack - tasting his sweaty hole. Damn, I was horned up. I texted back - “be there soon - just finishing getting ready - can’t wait to taste that ass 🤤” I figured I could use a little “pre-party” courage - luckily I had some shit left from earlier in the week with my buddy Carl (another story) - i opened the lock box under the bed and pulled out my trusty glass pipe and a baggy with a few fat shards - the sight of the drugs made my cock start to throb - fucking love getting spun on Tina and getting piggy! I dropped a couple shards into the pipe, and started melting it with my torch- the thick white smoke swirling in the pipe - fuk yeah! I pulled the glass dick up to my lips and drew a long hit into my lungs, holding it in as long as I could stand and then blew out a giant white cloud into the bathroom mirror. Within a few seconds I could feel my heart start to beat faster, and my cock start to throb. I took several more hits like this - getting myself to that perfect horned up state - but not too fucked up to know what was up or down. Okay - time to get dressed and head out. First I put a steel cockring on my half hard dick - fuck that felt good. My cock was already dripping precum. I pulled on my favorite white jockstrap - my dick bulging the fabric nicely - I stopped to look myself over in the mirror - all that time in the gym had paid off - I had great muscle definition - beautiful broad shoulders and a tight six pack stomach. I ran my hands over my smooth body - the drugs making my skin tingle as I did so. Fuck I looked (and felt!) sexy. I pulled on a pair of light colored jeans and a white sleeveless T-shirt. My cock was throbbing and was making a a nice big bulge in the jeans. I loved the feeling of my hardening dick packed in a jock and constrained by the jeans. I rubbed my bulge for a bit ... making the sensation more intense as my cock grew harder. I called an Uber and packed up a few things (some clean rigs just in case, a couple other cock rings / ball stretchers and a few other pairs of slutty underwear / jocks). Uber was going to be a bit so i figured I’d finish off my bowl. Still standing in the mirror - I loved watching myself get high ... blowing giant clouds while rubbing my throbbing Dick through my jeans. Fuck it was hot. I struck up my torch melting the Drugs into a thick swirl of smoke - brought the stem to my lips and filled my lungs as deep as I could. I took a couple more giant hits and then packed up and headed down to meet the Uber. Got downstairs and my ride was there - I was so horned up riding in the back seat - I had to really focus on NOT rubbing my dick through my jeans - but I couldn’t help but spread my legs wide and grind my pelvis a bit while I rode. Uber dropped me at the hotel where Trevor had rented a room and I quickly shuffled through the lobby and into the elevators. My heart racing with anticipation as I ascended- and my cock pressing hard against my jeans. I couldn’t fucking wait to have my holes filled with jock cock. After what seemed like an eternity I arrived at the 31st floor - room 3131. I knocked quietly on the door and waited for my stud to answer. I could hear moaning inside - clearly there were already a bunch of guys here. Trevor answered the door “hey man - about time you got here! C’mon in” I walked in and holy fuck! What a hot bunch of guys - there was a sofa across the room where a guy was getting pounded by the sexiest blond guy with a backwards baseball cap - two guys stood over him with their dicks in his face — taking turns hitting the pipe. But - fuck - Trevor - standing inches in front of me - his perfectly smooth muscled up body glistening with sweat, he was a god —- 6’2” with beautiful broad shoulders, wearing just a pair of shiny white underwear, his half hard cock bulging to the side, a wet circle of precum where his dick head was. And sticking out the waistband of his underwear were two rigs - already prepped. I put my hand on his bulge - feeling his thick meat … “one of those for me?” … glancing at the rigs sticking out of his waistband. He just smirked at me and grabbed my hand - encouraging me to grope his cock harder. He leaned in and shoved his tongue in my mouth, his tongue tasted so good - a mixture of cock and meth — and so so so wet. Holding his bulge in my hand and having his sloppy tongue in my mouth made my cock leak - I could feel it dripping in my jock. As if he couldn’t turn me on more, Trevor reached around and grabbed my ass - forceful and gentle at the same time … his index finger pressed hard against my hole through the denim … it felt so fucking good. “C’mon —- let’s get you good and spun … then I want this ass - and so do these other guys” I practically shot my load into my jock with that — the most gorgeous stud on campus was about to shoot me up and then whore my ass out to a bunch of big dicked jocks — I could hardly handle it.

Yup. And unfortunately, these biases, whether overt or covert, prevent such people from applying medical science. Their scorn discourages patients from seeking care, and their lack of knowledge prevents them from rendering correct and comprehensive care to patients against whom they are prejudiced. They need to find other professions. The persistent religious influence over healthcare is lamentable. It's especially strong here in the US. The Catholic Church has successfully objected to employer-funded insurance coverage for birth control! One interesting reality is that sometime around the middle of the last century hospitals became sophisticated, specialized, capital-intensive operations that could no longer be managed and staffed by religious folk working on a "charitable" basis. One by one, the religious orders that had started hospitals and provided nuns as administrators and nurses had to transfer control to health care corporations and non-religious professionals. This hasn't stopped the resulting hospital networks from appealing to their "charitable" heritage when lobbying politicians, fighting reproductive health care rights in the courts, or seeking donations.

Yes stay away from condoms they spoil all the fun

I have the story completed, all 13 parts. I will be submitting them after i proof read them. Probably over the weeknd I hope your enjoying them

Love this story, and alll your others as well. You really know what turns guys like me on

Whore 12 – A continuation Now left alone, I could feel my newly fisted cunt throb. Reaching back, I made my way past my tender cunt lips to feel the gaped chasm that Daddy had left as my fingers were covered in the viscous juices. Instinctively, I slipped the fingers of my left hand past my parched lips and tasted myself. “Shit...” I moaned, taking in the taste of my cunt while I explored my expanded cunt with my right hand. Two fingers became three inside me... cunt still hungry, I slipped in the fourth digit until I had most of my hand inside... my cunt was twitching for more. “Oh, God!” I moaned, realizing what it meant and I forced myself to take it all. The initial pain again turned to pleasure as my cunt lips surrounded my wrist and I began to explore my own cunt... Slowly, I stretched out my hand and my cunt walls spasmed while the feeling of both the being fisted and fisting a cunt overcame me. I was inside myself... My fingers now crept along the moist velvet walls. “Mutherfucker!!!!” I howled. Desperately trying to take more of my own fist, I tried to stretch and will myself deeper but I couldn’t. “Shit, please...” I begged to any spiritual force that would listen but it was futile. With increasing pressure on my fist, cunt juices coated my hand as I continued to fuck myself with my fist until I let out an intense cry. My cunt was aching and began to pulse... on and on the anal orgasm went. “FUUUUUCK!” When the last spasms ended, I gently pulled my fist out... followed by the wet folds of a reddened rosebud. Feeling the moist folds, I smiled... remembering cunt’s bloom... and I fell to the floor of the cage with my slimed hand at my lips. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ I woke up... I don’t know how long after being left in the cage... I had lost all sense of time. I lurched and stopped with a start as the chain to my septum prevented me from sitting up. Moaning, I felt the dryness of my mouth.... cotton mouth, I thought as I tried to produce spit to moisten my mouth. “Fucking beautiful whore...” cunt smiled, hovering over me with a bottle of water. “How’re you feeling?” “Shit... cunt, like fucking like shit.” I grabbed the water and took it down a series of gulps. “Yeah?” he joked, holding a full pipe to me. “Think this would help?” “Shit yeah!” Nodding, he put the stem to my lips and placed the lit torch to the crystal shards held in the bowl. I took a deep hit and felt the warmth of the clouds fill my lungs and begin to renew me. “Fucking needed that!” I gasped, shooting the stream into cunt’s open mouth and we began to devour each other between the hits. “Just like it’s supposed to be.” cunt laughed with a sexy grin. “Fucking chemmed up whore.” “MMMMMMm” I sighed, taking in another thick cloud and holding it. “I DEFINITELY needed that.” Releasing me, cunt pulled me up and we sat on our haunches face-to-face. I looked intently at him as if seeing him again for the first time. My hands grabbed hold of the thickened tits pointing straight down off the shelf of his muscled pecs. “Like them?” he gasped as my fingernails gripped them to feel the thickened flesh. “Shit yeah,” I moaned, moving my hands down the deep ridges of his eight-pack to his thick muscled thighs spread out framing his obscenely bloated ball sac suspended in the stretched out yellow jockstrap. “Do you ever regret it?” I asked, holding the melon-sized sac and then moving down to his permanently distended cunt lips. “Never...” he smiled. “You?’ he asked, his fingers trailing down the tats swirling my ringed tits and around my torso to the nub of my caged cock. “Uh uh... it’s all about cunt now.” I nodded. “CUNT?” he laughed at the irony of what I had just said. “Yeah...” I laughed, “CUNT” and I moved in to kiss him. Breaking our kiss, he crawled out of the cage and stood with his hand extended. “Good... cause I don’t think either one of us is done yet.” I crawled out of the cage, took his hand and stood. He motioned to the door and his eyes fell in deference. I hesitated for a moment before I realized immediately what to do. I looked at cunt... the omega... and I nodded. I made my way to the dungeon door with cunt obediently behind me. My heart began to beat faster as I took hold of the handle and opened the door. Walking into the dungeon, I noticed that we were alone. I turned to cunt... “Where is everyone?” “You’ve been out for almost two days. Fuck man... You need to build up your stamina.” he snickered. “Max and Colin left after I serviced them. Daddy took puppy to get his knot.” “Yeah?” I smiled. ““And boy?” “Out...” he said, nearing my pit and taking a lick. “Nice... but we should shower.” I cracked a smile and walked to the shower area as I removed my gear until I was left only with my cage. Turning on the warm water, I sighed as the cascading stream hit my body. “Fucking stud,” cunt growled, coming behind me and wrapping his arms around me. I pulled him directly under the shower head then turned around and bent to kiss him, pushing my tongue past his lips and into his cuntmouth. Slipping his hands down my hips, he pulled himself against my groin until my caged cock and sac rested on his engorged sac. “Goddamn sexy cunt.” I let out. He pulled away from me, grabbed a bar of soap and began lathering my body, letting his hands explore every inch of my tatted skin. He ran them over my hard pecs before making his way down my abs and took hold of my crotch with his soapy hands. I groaned, watching the water splash on his smooth face and down his equally smooth muscled body. My mouth watered seeing the rivulets of water run down his pecs and drip off his thick fleshy tits. I took his face in my hands and kissed him again. “Back now,” I snickered. I turned around and in long strokes while tracing the muscled lats, he began to lather my back. Slowly, he moved down to my ass cheeks. I moved to the shower wall and raised my hands to the cold black tiles and instinctively spread my legs and arched. His hands continued their movement, working their way to my cunt. I remained still, taking in the sensation of his soap slick fingers massaging and cleaning my puffy cunt lips. After a while, I straightened up and pulled cunt directly under the flow. “My turn.” I took my time soaping and washing cunt’s body. My hands roamed every inch, wanting to memorize every inch of his beautiful body. When I reached his cunt lips, I pulled us both down to the shower floor and spread his cheeks. I began to lovingly soap his low hanging sac. I then made my way to where his crotch met his inner thighs before reaching my favorite part of him... his cunt lips. “Goddamn, cunt...” I growled, “I fucking can’t get over how beautiful they are.” He laughed and just raised his hips, allowing me full access. I continued massaging them until they were clear of any soap. “There.... all clean.” I chuckled. “Yeah? All clean?” he laughed before releasing his rosebud against my wet fingers. “Aww man,” I grunted, leaning down and slipping my tongue into the warm folds of his cunt. After a few minutes feasting on cunt, I slapped his ass and pulled us up. I turned off the water and cunt grabbed a towel and dried us both off. “Ok you fucking subs,” boy uttered, interrupting the moment. He walked into the dungeon, fully kitted out in his rubber gear and I immediately straightened up with my eyes downcast, after being reminded of my own place. We quickly geared up in our respective jock, harness and collar. Walking up to me, boy looked up into my eyes. “Fucking whore... You may be taller than me but I am your beta.” Nodding, I sank to my knees and placed my lips against the rubbered pouch containing the pumped-up cock. “That’s it, fucking cock craving whore.” he smirked, pulling down his jockstrap and releasing his massive cock. I immediately went for it and took it in, feeling my jaw ache. My hands gripped his pale muscled thighs and worked their way up. Suddenly, I realized something was missing and my hands began to search... his sac was missing! I immediately released the cock and looked. With a sigh of relief, I saw the stretched-out skin of his sac laying against his own bloated cunt lips. His weighted sac was nestled in his cunt... “Yeah... fucker... My cunt sometimes craves to be full and heavy.” boy smiled, pushing the weighted sac out of his cunt with a loud plop. “You see... my sac hangs even lower than cunt’s. Daddy inflated his... and mine...well,” he laughed, swinging his hips and it began to swing back and forth. Groaning, I began to tongue the wet sac, tasting boy’s cunt then took his warm balls into my mouthcunt. “Good whore...” he moaned, gripping my chin. I began to relax my throat at the sight of boy’s thickening cock above me but then I felt his hands on my shoulders. “Turn around, whore.” boy commanded me, pushing me onto my hands and knees. I could feel boy’s hard cock rubbing against my freshly cleaned cunt. He remained there for a moment until I felt the stinging slap of his hand on my ass cheek. “Argh!” I cried out, not from the pain but the unexpected slap. And with another slap, boy shoved his cock to the hilt. “Fucking where it belongs, whore...” he grunted in pleasure as he let loose with a burst of slaps while fucking me. His cock now seeming even bigger than it was the last time he fucked me, I spread my arms out and splayed my fingers to steady myself. “Oh, God... Please... Drain your fucking cock into me.... do it!” I pleaded. “God damn, fucking hot cunt...” boy sighed, feeling the heat radiating from the walls of my cunt envelop his shaft. Taking over and shoving myself onto boy’s swollen cock, I forced my hungry cunt down boy’s throbbing cock until I felt my tender cunt lips against boy’s shaved crotch. “Jesus...” he moaned... “Make my cock feel good.” And that’s what I did.... I began to fuck myself while he remained still and relished in the sensations of my cunt lips sliding along his solid cock. Our grunts and groans increased in an ever-quickening pace as cunt saw the puddle of cunt juices collect on the dungeon floor. Moving close, cunt began to lick his lips knowing that he would soon be lapping up the remnants of my fucked cunt. A devilish grin came over cunt’s face and he grabbed my swollen tits and squeezed... hard. “FUCK YEAH!” I cried out, feeling his fingernails digging into my tits. “WHORE!” boy gasped in pleasure, feeling my cunt contract around his throbbing cock. Settling in to frenzied rhythm, I frantically fucked myself while wave after wave of pleasure pulsed through my body. Focusing on boy’s pleasure, I rammed myself against boy’s crotch as fast and hard as I could... “Take it deep, whore...” cunt snarled, determined to get boy off and dug even deeper into my tits. “Shiiiiiit!” I groaned deeply and clamped down causing boy to shudder and explode, flooding my cunt. Collapsing on my sweaty back, boy gasped for air as I continued milk the last drops of his cum into me. “MMMMM.” boy sighed, pushing himself off me and moving to face me. The moment boy stood, cunt rushed underneath me and began lapping up puddle of slime underneath me. The dungeon floor now cleaned of the remnants of the fuck, he moved to my cunt... his tongue darting in and around my cunt lips. Chuckling at the sight of cunt’s depravity, he held his softening cock. Immediately, I opened my mouth to accept his piss and began swallowing as fast I could. His bladder continued to empty itself as I gulped to make sure I didn’t miss a drop. I knew what was expected and, in fact, had begun to crave the taste of piss. As the flow stopped, I leaned forward to take the last drops onto my tongue and cleaned off my own cunt juices from his shaft, filling my mouthcunt with the taste of cum, piss and cunt juices. I looked up into boy’s beautiful green eyes looking down at me and belched before sticking the tip of my tongue into his piss slit. “Goddamn pig!” boy laughed, pulling out and slapping me with his now flaccid cock while inhaling the acrid scent of chem piss and my digestive juices. Quickly grabbing me by the collar, boy then led me to the sling and I hopped on in a split second, I was secured, my legs open to reveal my cunt. Between my legs he stood, fondling my already reddened and swollen cunt lips. “Goddamn hot, mate,” boy murmured. “You’re gonna love what comes next.” And that’s when I saw what he meant... cunt was handing him a clear acrylic rosebud pumper. “Fuck!” I groaned, lifting my hips. “Yeh?” boy, grunted. “Do it!” I moaned, my eyes locking on cunt’s and feeling the center rod slide sliding past my cunt lips until the cylinder edge sat against my flesh. And with that, I had completely surrendered to Daddy’s will and the work on my cunt lips began. “This whore is gonna feel every single pump.” boy snarled, “One a minute, cunt.” My head fell back in a faint moan as the seal was fixed with the first pump.... the pressure on my cunt lips had started. At first, I couldn’t feel much but by the third pump, I felt them pulling away from me and slowly sliding up the inside of the cylinder chamber. The slow pulsing of the pumping action continued while boy and cunt watched from the bed. I was going mad as I felt my cunt being pulled out of me. “Please!” I begged, the pleasure of the pumping of my cunt lips now beginning to move into pain after about 20 minutes. I felt as if my cunt lips would be ripped from my body. “Shut it off cunt.” boy commanded. I let out a gutteral moan of relief... The tube to the cylinder now released, I took a breath and felt the pressure surrounding my cunt. “Shit yes!” I moaned, staring intently at cunt who was nodding. “Time to slam.” boy chuckled at cunt, motioning him to prepare some rigs. Instantly, my body began to rise and buck. I was confused... was it a reaction to the mention of a slam? I wanted the slam.... No.... I needed it! “Yep...” boy nodded. Knowing that cunt always prepared his dose first, boy watched cunt mix and fill the rig quickly. Yeah... boy thought... “Same dose.” he ordered as cunt looked at up boy with a questioning look. “You heard me... His orders.” Nodding, cunt prepared my dose and then finished up with boy’s. With my eyes still on cunt, I watched him slowly slip the rig into my vein and release the dose into my body. “Goddamn...” I stuttered, coughing violently while boy bent over the site and licked the trace of blood from my arm. Losing my focus as a high-pitched ringing filled my ears, cunt then slammed boy. “You dirty mutherfucker!” boy yelled, realizing the strength of his slam. “His orders,” cunt laughed, slamming himself as he watched boy’s pupils dilate and blacken. The chems now surging through us, boy grabbed cunt and slammed him to the ground. “Present cunt...” boy demanded. Spreading his legs, boy spread the chemmed lube around the bloated cunt lips and roughly inserted two greasy fingers into cunt. “Awwww, fuck!” cunt groaned, catching his breath as boy yanked his fingers out and violently shoved his now swollen cock into cunt’s cum receptacle. “Take it mutherfucker!” boy laughed as he completely pulled out and then pounded back through the slick cunt lips. The assault continued... his muscled body relentlessly tearing into a moaning and grunting cunt while filling the dungeon with a string of expletives. “Fucking love it don’t you?” boy grunted as he reached under and grabbed the melon-sized sac jutting out from cunt’s groin. Now gripping the sac, the brutal fucking continued as I watched cunt just take it... he was nothing more than a cunt, destined to service cock. Watching cunt’s muscled body squirm underneath boy, I smiled and realized that I was jealous of cunt. All he cared about was being spun out and servicing cock. “Please...” I pleaded. My body was now covered in chemmed up sweat as the attached cylinder pulled against my cunt lips with every rise and fall of my hips. “What’s that whore?” boy snorted turning to me while tightly gripping the stretched-out skin leading down to cunt’s sac. “FUCK!” cunt head swung back in pain as boy pulled harder, making him buck against boy’s crotch. Their bodies were dripping sweat... boy picked up the pace of his fucking even more until I saw his jaw tighten... “FUCKING FAGGOT CUNT!” boy roared, exploding inside cunt’s battered hole. Grabbing cunt by his harness, boy raised cunt up against his pecs and lowered his head to cunt’s pits. “Fucking chem sweat.” boy said, licking up the dripping trail of sweat. Then turning to me, boy pushed cunt off his cock, stood and walked over to me as he firmly held his still semi-hard cock in his hand. “Yeh... Daddy’s gonna transform you into the perfect whore.” he snarled with a malevolent look on his face. Before I knew it, his hand was on my throat... his fingers gripping me tightly. He grabbed my head, pushing it back and shoved the slime-covered cock into my mouthcunt... and began to face-fuck me. I struggled to breathe... there was no rhythm to his thrusts. “I got another fucking load, mate!” boy laughed, and continued ramming. I was restrained so there was nothing I could do but work to get him off so he would stop. I willed my throat to expand to allow me time to gather a breath through my nose. I began to tighten my lips around boy’s thick shaft, hoping that would do the trick. My body began to stiffen as the pummeling continued. I knew I wouldn’t be able to take much more and my eyes began to flutter as my vision began to blur. Then, as my eyes began to roll up, I saw a pair of hands grab onto boy’s shoulders and boy flew across the room onto the dungeon floor. Finally able to breathe, I began to gasp and take in large amounts of air as I felt my arms being released. A pair of strong arms held me up and I heard a deep voice... it was Daddy. “Slowly, whore.” Daddy said, massaging my chest. Gathering my breath, I relaxed into his arms and he placed me down against the sling. He then angrily turned to boy still on the floor. “On the cross, NOW!” he roared. Struggling to get up, boy stumble to the St Andrews cross and stood gripping the top of the planks. “TURN AROUND!” With a start, boy turned and faced the planks, his back facing the room. “SECURE THAT PIECE OF SHIT!” Daddy yelled at cunt as he grabbed a flogger from the rack. Scrambling to obey, cunt quickly restrained boy’s ankles and rose to secure his wrists. As cunt stepped back, I saw him whisper something in boy’s ear but it wasn’t clear. “GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM THAT GODDAMN SPUN OUT SKIN!” Daddy angrily walked up to boy and lifted the flogger, swinging it to gather speed. With a crack, the tails hit boy’s muscular back. “AHHHHHHHHHHH!” boy howled at the top of his lungs and recoiled against the sharp pain inflicted by Daddy. In utter terror, boy hung to the cross and waited for another as the lashes on his skin began to redden and weep. I saw Daddy again swing the flogger... the tails whipped in the air and I held my breath, waiting for next strike. Faster and faster the tails flew... but at the last minute, Daddy threw the flogger across the room, hitting the mirrored wall and landing on the floor. He took a deep breath and walked up to boy, sliding his fingers against the now bleeding wounds. “I trust that I won’t have to repeat this again.” Daddy said, pressing his finger into boy’s back, causing boy to grunt in pain. “NOOO! SIR!” boy quickly responded. “Good boy.” Daddy grunted, placing his finger against boy’s lips. His lips now sucking on Daddy’s bloody fingertip, boy began to writhe and arch... he was offering his cunt. “Huh...” Daddy snarled seeing boy’s reaction... even in pain, boy’s cunt needed attention... and he walked away. “Get him out of here.” I remained transfixed as cunt released the whimpering boy and they walked slowly out of the dungeon. “How you feeling whore?” Daddy asked me, standing between my outstretched legs. “Fine, Sir.” “It seems that boy can’t handle the same amount as you or cunt.” he said, now looking directly at my stretched-out cunt lips encased in the clear cylinder. “No matter. I have you.” he murmured, now playfully pulling on the cylinder. “Yes!” I groaned, the sensation on my cunt lips building. Working deftly, Daddy slipped his fingers against the seal and with a loud release of air, he liberated my erupted cunt lips. “Excellent...” he grinned as he lowered his face. “OH GOD!” I yelped, feeling the combination of his rough beard and slick tongue assault my cunt lips. My cunt contracted and then opened in hunger. My muscular legs pulled against the chains holding the sling... my hips rose to meet Daddy as he continued to feed. He needed no encouragement and continued probing and teasing my bloated cunt lips. I continued moaning, feeling the burn of his beard alternating from my taint to my edges of my cunt lips. “Fuck yes!” I sobbed, pushing myself onto Daddy’s face as the waves of pleasure flowed over my body. “So fucking good,” Daddy purred into my cunt before standing. He stood before me, his ringed cock standing hard and rigid. Taking a step forward, Daddy placed his hands across my flanks. The hunger in my cunt increased and I hissed as I felt the thick shaft push past my swollen cunt lips. “Yessss...” I bit my lip as more of Daddy’s cock entered me... His hips flexing forward, the warmth in my cunt spread through the nerve endings in waves of pleasure and his thighs began to meet my inner thighs, releasing a wet, rhythmic slap. Knowing how tender my cunt lips were, his powerful thrusts increased as I began to groan in pleasure with every slam of his groin against the tender flesh. “Deeper!” I begged... The volley of thrusts continued... Then I felt Daddy’s cock swell... I looked up to see his teeth clenched, eyes screwed tightly and a gush of cum filled me. Several minutes passed while Daddy remained in me. “Not done yet...” he chuckled, wiping the sweat from his brow. “Piss!” I groaned, feeling the stream fill my cunt. My cunt began to expand, filling with Daddy’s piss. Laughing, Daddy placed his hands on my abs as they rose from product of his bladder. Slapping my abs, “Hold it...” he chuckled and pulled his cock out of me. He reached for a large silicon plug and slid it past my cunt lips to seal his piss inside me. Without another word, he released my ankles and stood me up. “Can you walk on your own?” he finally asked. “Yes, Daddy.” Nodding, he turned and walked towards the dungeon door. “OK, whore... you got a job to do for the next few weeks.” I didn’t understand but I knew not to ask and I followed him out into the house. Although the rest of the house was nondescript, there were subtle signs of what occurred within its walls. We walked past the living room full of leather furniture. Baskets of toys sat next to them on the floor, readily accessible to anyone who wanted to use them. Continuing on, we reached one of the guest rooms. “This is where you’ll stay... I’ve arranged a set of weights for you so you can continue working out. You’ll be starting a new cycle of steroids tomorrow.” Daddy opened the door and walked in. Following, I entered and saw the set of weights directly in front of me. Turning to examine the room, I saw what I was meant to do here. On the other side of the room was a large hospital bed with puppy asleep under a white sheet. I neared the bed and noticed the bulge at his groin. I pulled back the sheet and saw the catheter tube running from his bandaged crotch. “Shit yes...” I growled, knowing that I was going to watching over puppy... hell, I had my own supply of piss to boot. I felt Daddy step up behind me, place his hands on my shoulders and I knelt. “You’ll be taking his first knot.” Daddy whispered in my ear and my plugged cunt began to throb.

It’s been a few days since I saw my boyfriend last. He’s always working and it doesn't help I live on one side of the metro while he’s about 20 miles on the other side. He hasn't texted me in a day or two and I was bored and horny today. I decided to re-download an app, hopping just for a little chit chat from people. After looking a while I came across a picture of my boyfriend, I wasn't angry, but annoyed as he told me he never used this app anymore. Then again, I was on. I decided to dropped it and just continue my search for someone to talk too. *received a message* Looked at the guys profile, cute and hot he was looking for fun and friends. I viewed the message. The guy: what are you up too? Me: not much, on from boredom, you? The guy: the same, up for some fun? Me: What kind of fun? The guy: What kind of fun you think I’m asking about. ; ) Me: If it’s hooking up, can’t do, in a relationship. The guy: That doesn't matter. *Image of his cock came through* I looked, and saw possibly the biggest cock I've seen, thick, veiny, and hard. Me: Very nice cock sir. If I wasn't taken I’d definitely blow you or let you plow me The guy: Your boyfriend doesn't need to know, what’s your address? I was tempted, I haven’t bottomed for a long time Since I started dating my boyfriend. He’s always the bottom and was always the top, it was tempting, but… Me: Sorry, can’t, really tempting, but can’t. The guy: Come on, address. ; ) You know you want my 10”s in you. At this point my cock was hard and I was jacking off like crazing. What I did next I shouldn't have done and hopped to god no one would find out. Me: *gives address* Hurry before I changed my mind.” The guy: Will be there in 10 minutes, have the door open and be face down. I stopped jacking, opened the door slightly then took off my clothing. I laid down in the bed me and my boyfriend slept in many times when he was over. I pre lubed my hole and had a few condoms to the side just in case. I heard the door open, not a word only the sounds of shoes being taken off. Heard someone come into my bedroom and heard cloths being taken off. I heard some clanking then a zipper and then a thud. I could feel he was close. I was now feeling regret that I was now hooking up with someone, but was too late, was too afraid to stop, didn’t know what he would do if I backed out. Slap, slap, slap when his cock on my ass. I ask him about condoms and he said nothing as he push his big mushroom head into ass. I ask him again about condoms and he push his cock in a little bit. It stung and hurt. Only my ass was lubed, his cock wasn't. He kept pushing in, pain was shooting through, I ask him to stop. He didn’t, “I’m almost all the way, relax you cheating slut.” That slightly turned me on. He hit that one point in my ass, pain was being replaced with pleasure, but pain didn't want to go away either. “How much more” I asked. “Want more?” He said then nothing but pain shot through as he pushed balls deep into me. “FUCK!” I screamed. The pain was so much I was crying. He started moving out, one, two, three inches then slamming back into me. This went on for a few minutes. After a while it felt amazing. The pain I had just felt turned to pleasure. He started pulling out more then back in, this was going on till all I could feel was his head. All that you could hear in the room was light moaning, skin slapping, and some grunting. I was so close I nearly came a few times. “I’m close, keep fucking me.” I said, he picked up his pace, then slowed down, picked up, then slowed down, like he’s teasing me. “I’m close” He shoved in again then pulling out, “Here’s my dirty load you cheating slut!” Then he drove his cock into my gut, filling it with his seed. Once he was done filling me he fucked his seed in me for a while, from this I came, I came hard on my bed then collapsing in a pool of my own spunk. He pulled out and before I could get my composure he was already dressed and heading out the door. I didn't think of what he said for a few days and didn't say anything to my boyfriend. My boyfriend came over; slept in the same bed I was fucked in. I fucked him, with a condom, because he has a thing for latex, not really for safety. A few days go past again and I decided to go back onto the app, I was bored, I noticed he left me a message which I thought seemed odd. He was online The guy: Up for round two? I have a few buddies that would also like your hole if you’re interested. ; ) I went to reply to him but clicked on his profile instead. What I noticed wasn't there before, it shocked me. It stated that he was Poz and not on meds. Fuck I thought. That’s what he meant by dirty load. Me: Is your profile correct, you are poz? Are your friends also poz? The guy: Yes, all of us are? So, what you say? Me: … Me: You know the address. My boyfriend texted if I was free that afternoon. I told him I’d get back to him later that day. Then my door opened once again, guess it's too late to back out now. ======that’s it======= I was bored, so I wrote this. This is fictional, this never happened. Hope my spelling and grammar are correct.

Mostly soft, sometimes hard. Being soft doesn’t mean that I am not enjoying the session at least. I always enjoy being fucked. But if I sniff poppers I hardly can become hard

Wrestling Party turned Orgy Thanksgiving break was coming up and the guys on the wrestling team were throwing a party to celebrate Thanksgiving break and as a last hurrah before we started our season. So far Rob and I had fucked around with Chris, James, and Jon and Seth. Chris and James had gotten their fuck flus and gone to the clinic to confirm. We now had two confirmed poz guys on the team from Rob and I; and Jon and Seth had actually been poz already; Dad and David had gotten Seth when he first moved to the area and he had bugged Jon up once they started dating. So with Rob and me, we had a total of six guys that were poz and all from the same family strain. Rob and I arrived at Jon and Seth’s a little early to help them out with setup and to help them with a few special preparations. See, this party had two objectives: One to let off a bit of steam before the season started and we all went on restrictions; and two to poz up as many of our team mates as possible. For that end, Rob and I had the task of adding baby oil to the lube, and using a pin to doctor up all the condoms that would possibly be used. We hoped to not have to stealth anyone, but just in case the guy insisted, all the condoms that would be used would break. We finished up with the condoms just as the first guys arrived. We had all agreed that it would be fun to show up in our High school Singlets, so each guy was in his old school colors. Rob and I changed after we finished up with the condoms and then joined the others as we proceeded to get our Drink on. As the night progressed, all the boys got drunker and drunker, except for the five of us who would be helping them all join the club. The one thing I learned that night, most of my team mates were what they often call sixpack gays. To get everyone in the mood to fuck, we moved the furniture to the walls, and began to wrestle with each other. Those of us in the know would rub our cocks in their butt cracks, grab their bulges, or anything to get their minds on sex. Soon, most of the guys were horned up and ready to strip off their singlet. That was soon done, and we had twenty guys all horned up and naked. We all fell into a pile on the floor and began to suck cocks and eat asses. Chris, James, Seth, Rob and I were sure to start working on the guys who might be more on the hetero side and get them to give us their asses bare. The guys were in groups of three or four, at least one of them having their ass worked as they swallowed another guy’s cock. I was eating out Gus’s hole as he sucked on Paul’s cock. Rob has his cock down Eric’s throat as Gene opened up his hole for his cock. Chris was getting blown by Caleb who was in turn getting sucked by Alex who was getting fucked by Brent. James was rimming Lee to get his hole ready, while he was blowing Paul. Jon was on his knees taking turns blowing Jason and Forrest while Don was working his cock into Jon’s hole. Seth had already gotten his cock into Will who was being spit roasted on the other side by Sam. Jason was under Will sucking his cock and occasionally lapping Seth’s cock as it pulled out of Will. Matt was next to Anton kissing each other as each of them were prepped to be fucked by Simon and Wayne respectively. The room was filled with the sounds of grunts, groans and skin slapping skin as all the guys worked up to shooting their cum into their team mates, truly a bonding experience. After that initial round, we kept switching up partners and those of us where were already poz making sure that we got at least one load in most of our team mates. Hopefully, most would be sick just in time to get better for the season. Hours later, and with drained balls, we all fell asleep around the house. And the best part, not a single condom had been used all night.

“Boy”, he said, in a gentle tone similar to the one he used when he’d told me that it didn’t matter that I was gay, he’d love me all the same, “it’s time to acquaint yourself with some basic facts of life that I learned long ago. There are two types of human males in this world – real men, and pigs. Pigs look like men, talk like men, dress and act like men, but in truth they are inferior. They are governed by their lust for unnatural acts, and by their desire to submit to real men. A pig may think he’s a man, but deep down he knows every time his faggot cunt twitches that he is not a real man.” I was finding his voice hypnotic as it came out like a religious doctrine through my chemical haze. “Even when you were younger, boy, I could see your head snap up at the mention of the word “faggot”…when you first came out to me, I thought it was fear, but then as I watched you closer, I realized it was because that submissive pig in you was reacting to its proper title. I knew you needed to be released from the bondage of self-imposed morality that you suffered under to truly wallow in your subhuman urges, and I knew I was just the man to do it. Only your cunt of a mother stood in my way, and now she’s gone…and don’t think I didn’t notice that reaction to the word “cunt”, pig…you’ll be hearing a lot more of your proper titles from now on.” He pulled his cock out of my mouth, and gripped me under the chin. Something told me to open my mouth, and he grinned and spat into it. I closed my mouth and swallowed. ”Nature at its finest, boy” he said, “you aced the advanced course; now let’s give you a water break.” It was at that point that a single thought broke through the chemical haze that wrapped around my mind – “I am so fucking thirsty”. And there, sitting on the dresser next to the other playthings, like the Holy-fucking-Grail, were two bottles of water, with condensation running down the sides. It looked so good to me, and I was so focused on how much I wanted some ice-cold water, that I barely even grunted when Bud pulled me away from the wall and the dildo popped out of my ass. I’d never experienced the singular focus or the clarity of mind that Bud’s “pig feed” gave me. At that moment, I needed that water more than anything else I had ever needed. Bud noticed me staring longingly at the water bottles, and he gave an evil chuckle. “I don’t think so, faggot,” he said as he gripped me by the chin and forced my eyes to lock into his,” that water is a reward, and you haven’t quite yet earned it yet, pig.” I whined a little in the back of my throat, just like a dog. It wasn’t on purpose; it was just the natural sound that came out of me at that point. This made him give that evil chuckle again. I realized then through my chemical haze that the sound of that chuckle was making my ass muscles contract every time he did it, same as when he used words like “faggot”, “pig”, and “cunt”. Maybe it was the chems at work, but I was starting to think his theory about pigs and real men might be legitimate. Then Bud started speaking again, and all I could focus on was his rough voice and his grip on my chin and the deep, deep black of his pupils as they seemed to grow and fill his eyes. “Boy,” he said, firm grip still on my chin, “it’s time to teach you another essential function of a pig. I’ve been up all night flying high on T and slamming down beers, and I’ve got to piss something fierce. So, faggot, here is what is going to happen. I’m going to start pissing in a minute, and you can choose to open your mouth and serve as my urinal pig, as nature intended, or end up getting your bed sheets all piss stained. However, if piss gets on those sheets, boy, the least of your punishments will be to sleep on them for a month without washing them.” There was a small, still moral part of me that hated the way chemical pleasure rushed through me at the thought of this strong, viral man pissing into my mouth like I was garbage. That part of me caused me to try to pull away from Bud’s grip on my chin. Suddenly, the grip was on my throat and the voice very, very gently. “Listen, faggot,” he said gently, “I haven’t forced you to do anything you don’t want to do so far today, have I?” I slowly shook my head “no”. I had indeed made the choice every time to participate. “I’ve allowed you to decide to make the final move each step of the way, correct?” he asked more gently still, firm grip still on my throat. I nodded my head “yes”. “And pig,” he said, practically purring, “I haven’t done anything to hurt or damage you, have I?” I shook my head “no”. Suddenly one of his hands was in my hair, yanking my head back hard, while the hand on my neck clamped down like a vice until I started to see black on the edges of my vision. He leaned in to speak softly in my ear. “Faggot,” he said, “I haven’t done anything to hurt or damage you YET. Please don’t force me to start now.” If my cock hadn’t been flaccid from all the chemicals in my system, his words in my ear would have made me cum without even touching myself. That surge of pleasure at the whispered promise of violence and degradation at my step-father’s hands was the final straw that convinced me Bud was right – I was 100% pig, born to serve real men like him, and everything that he was doing with and to me that morning was not only what the pig inside me really wanted, but also what the pig inside me needed…what it craved. I opened my mouth wide, and prepared to take the piss of a real man and enjoy every drop of it. Bud gave that evil little chuckle of his, and released the iron grip on my hair. The death grip on my throat that was making my vision blur turned into a caress down my cheek, almost the action of a devoted lover. He ran his thumb along my lower lip, smiled and said, “Good boy”. Then he grabbed his rock hard dick and lined it up to my open mouth. I could see him relaxing the tension of his body, and then slowly it came, the golden stream of piss from his monster cock. At first, I let it run straight down my throat, but then I grew curious about the taste. The pressure was growing stronger now, but I was able to start to savor it a little before swallowing. I wanted the words of a wine connoisseur so that I could adequately describe the taste of piss created from a toxic mix of meth and beer in the urinary tract of a real man, but words fail me. All I can say was that the moment I tasted it, I had one of those epiphany moments where it clicks like “yes, this is something that has been missing in my life so far”. I knew then that Bud and any of his friends would never need a urinal to piss in as long as I was around – in fact, I would feel cheated if he spilled so much as a drop of fluid into a porcelain bowl from then on. Too soon, the strong stream of chem and beer piss came to an end, and I eagerly leaned forward to lick some stray drops from Bud’s slit. He looked at me with pride like I was a first-grader who had won the school spelling bee. “Boy,” he said with pride, “your first time drinking piss and not a drop spilled. Truly, this is nature at its finest.” He ran his thumb across my lower lip again. “I am going to have so much fun with you, faggot.” At that point, I was starting to feel warm in my belly and a flush came to my cheek. Bud noticed and smirked, “that was some strong man piss you just guzzled down, pig, and you are gonna be flying high again in a moment. Just in time, too, because it’s time for the main event, faggot. Here’s your water – drink up.” He grabbed one of the bottles of water off the dresser and tossed it to me. I was so thirsty I had the cap off and had chugged down half of it before I even noticed that it hadn’t been completely sealed, it had been opened at least once before. Coming soon, part 6...