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------- Chapter 4.3 - Third Time's the Charm? ------- Late Friday morning Ric got a few messages from Ari, asking about his availability the following week. Soon after, there was a message from Rawson telling him how much he was going to like the guy they had paired him up with. He gave Ari a few days and times that worked for him and then asked if they could not to post any more free clips with him in it. "The previous contracts allowed that. They help us sell the product, but I can add that for any future videos you do" Ari replied. "I know, but someone has already identified me from them and I don't want it to hurt my career later" Ric replied. "It's probably too late" Ric thought to himself right away. Ric chatted with Rawson a bit, trying to get some info about the guy and soon had a few pics and a solo video the guy had done. The guy looked cute but wasn't what he was expecting. He was a several years older than Ric, had a full, trimmed beard to go with his chest and stomach fur. Underneath the hair, you could tell the guy was ripped and Ric started to feel self conscious. He had expected another twink about his age but Rawson assured him that the guy was a good bottom that Ric would have a lot of fun with him. "What did you mean about me tagging the last guy?" Ric asked. Rawson laughed. "He's toxic as fuck now. He called up all freaked out, hoping it wouldn't prevent him doing any more videos. He doesn't know who gave it to him, but I do" Rawson replied, chuckling a little afterwards. "His status won't stop him from doing more videos, it's his ability to perform" Ric said. "Exactly. I told him a buddy was looking for someone like him for another video. If he does a good job from now on, he'll be ok. Lots of people know what happened at that session, though, since word travels fast" Rawson replied. There was a pause before Ric said "Oh, I found a fan of yours on my dorm floor. He figured out from those free clips that it was me." "Crap. That was fast. I didn't realize we showed that much of you, we tried to just show below your waist, but we needed the mask too. Is he giving you a hard time?" Rawson asked. "Nah, he's actually been pretty cool about it, but I asked him to keep it quiet. I think he's more excited about knowing someone that's done porn" Ric replied. "Maybe you should bring him along next week and he can meet a few of us. Maybe he'll learn that there are perks to keeping your mouth shut" Rawson said, chuckling. "Is that really ok or are you kidding?" Ric asked. "If he's cute, why not? He just needs to keep out of the way. We're doing two sessions that night, so it won't be as quick as your last two. You can stick around and watch the other scene if you want" Rawson said. Ric wasn't sure and figured he'd ask Will the day of the shoot, so it would sound like he offered but was too late for him to go. Late in the afternoon of the day he was to make the next video, Ric knocked on Will's door and closed it just like Will had the last time with him. "Uh... Would you like to meet Rawson tonight? I have another video to shoot and as long as you're quiet and stay out of the way, you can come watch and meet a few people" Ric said. Will's eyes lit up and he quickly replied "Oh hell yeah. I wouldn't miss that for anything." "Shower and clean out, you never know what might happen on these things. Be ready at 7" Ric said. He shook his head as he walked down the hall, surprised that his plan had backfired so spectacularly. Will knocked on his door just as Ric finished tying his shoes. When Ric opened the door, Will stood there in his usual baggy shorts, but also a tight tee that showed off both hard nipples and his slim physique. They walked downstairs and waited a few minutes for the uber to arrive. "You might have a non-disclosure to sign when you get there. Either way, don't say a fuckin word to anyone about what you see tonight. He hadn't bothered to look up the address Ari had given him and had assumed it was another hotel. The uber drove them into a sleepy subdivision and pulled up to a large, sprawling house. Ric double checked the address and then the two of them got out. They went to the door and were greeted by Ari, who gave Will a quick look and shook his head in disbelief. Once inside, they took care of the paperwork and Ric heard everyone setting up in the background. "I expected a hotel. Why the house?" Ric asked. "Cheaper to be honest. The owner didn't have a problem as long as we only filmed inside and I didn't have to pay off the hotel manager to look the other way. We can do all four shoots in one day and have a different room for each." Ari replied, laughing quietly. "OK, so your scene is in the family room. There's no pretense that you're coming back from a match like the one with Rawson, it's just your wrestling character having some fun with a horny bottom. This is just a sex scene. There's more room this time, so you can move around a lot more, but don't wander too much or the lighting guy might shit bricks. The other actor hasn't gotten here yet, so just relax until we're ready" Ari told Ric. "Oh, and you..." Ari began, pointing at Will. "Quiet as a mouse. Don't say a word unless someone asks you something. If we hear anything from you while we're shooting, you're gonna be out on the curb missing your balls." Will nervously nodded. Ric had never heard Ari get pissed, but this was damn close. Ric went to the kitchen and there were a few trays of snacks laid out and various things to drink. He grabbed a bottle of water and leaned back to watch the cameramen and lighting guy get ready. The other actor showed up and when he had signed all the documents, he came over. "Hey, I'm Anthony. I guess we're going to be doing the next scene. I heard your last one was a bust. Don't worry, I'll be a lot better" the guy said. "You're already more lively than him" Ric joked. "Shame you have to wear that mask, you got a really cute face. No kissing or oral for this scene, I guess" Anthony said, as he kept looking over Ric. Ric chuckled before saying "Yeah, I'm not sure why they got a mask with such a small mouth opening." They talked a little more, finding out what each liked to do. "Yup, power bottom" Ric thought. Ari called out "Fifteen minutes!" and Ric took that as his cue to get into the costume again. He stripped down in the kitchen and Will just stared at him, surprised how comfortable Ric was stripping in front of other guys. The spandex shorts fit nice and tight like before and he held the wrestling mask until they were about to start. Soon everyone was ready and they started recording the scene. Ric felt that the guy and him had a good chemistry and he liked how Anthony begged to get fucked. Ric used his 'lowered' voice a few times and added some Spanish phrases, including a few new ones Mateo had taught him, to demean Anthony's character. The first scene was pretty rough and Anthony got tossed around a lot more than Rawson did in the first shoot. Ric's cock plunged into Anthony's ass, easily stretching it open. One cameraman was even more fixated on Ric's biohazard tattoo and closeups of his cock pounding ass than in the first two video shoots. There was a break and Ric headed over to the kitchen to grab some water and a little snack. He was standing there naked when Rawson walked up. "Your friend is pretty cute. Mind if I fuck him?" "He's an adult. If he's ok with you fucking him, then go for it." Ric replied. Leaning closer, Ric said quietly "He told me that he didn't want to fuck with poz guys though." Rawson smiled back at him and walked away. A minute later, Will walked up. "Do you always fuck like that?" Will asked. "No, but I do what I'm told for things like this. It's not a hallmark movie. Slow and romantic doesn't sell, so I get to wreck a hole and fans buy videos" Ric replied. A second later he asked "Which do you like?" Will chuckled "Something in between." The next session started and Ric dialed it back a bit, being less physical, but he still got rougher at the end until he bred Anthony for the second time of the evening. There was another break and Ric looked around and didn't see either Rawson or Will. "Hehe, Will might be getting a surprise gift" he thought. As soon as he finished off another bottle of water, Ari started the next session. The next fuck went really well and Ric was amazed at how much fun Anthony had turned out to be. Ric knew that Anthony would be feeling this fuck for a while based on the pink tint his cum had dripping out of the well used hole. He laid on the couch, sweaty and tired. Anthony came over and said "Thanks. It was fun working with you. My ass is gonna be sore for a few days, but I like it that way." Ric watched him throw on some sweat pants, a sparkly gold jacket and head towards the door. The lighting guy and cameramen were running around and he assumed they were getting ready for the next shoot. A few minutes later, with everybody gone from the family room, he got up and went to the bathroom in the hall, taking a nice hot shower. Ric walked out of the bathroom, naked with the towel over his shoulder. He heard a lot of noise from his right and looked into each bedroom. In the third room he saw the cameramen videoing another scene. Ric stood in the doorway watching the session take shape. He recognized Rawson's ass and he was obviously fucking a guy. Ric didn't want to interrupt, but he desperately wanted to walk up behind Rawson and shove his cock inside while he fucked the other bottom. Laughing to himself, Ric walked back to the family room, picked up his mask and went back to the bedroom. Part way there, he could hear the bottom now screaming out as whoever was fucking him was drilling him hard. It got quiet again and when Ric got to the doorway again he saw a different guy was starting to pound the bottom. The fuck went for several minutes before there were a few grunts and then loud growl. "Another one bred" Ric thought. As the cameramen reset and the lighting guy adjusted a few things, a guy stood up from a chair nearby. Ric recognized him from other porn videos he'd seen him in. The guy was tall, black and had a huge biohazard tattoo on his back. Ric got a glimpse of the guy's front and saw the long cock swinging as he walked. "The bottom doesn't stand a chance with that dick" Ric thought. Ari came up and asked "Got one more load? Can you do a quick fuck? I think we need one more guy for this. Just fifteen minutes." Ric nodded and Ari ran back toward the bed. The scene started and Ric heard the bottom scream out, over and over. He got pounded and Ric started to feel sorry for the bottom guy. "Take that, Fucker!" the black guy barked out as his body shook. Ric smiled and thought "I hope that bottom knows what he's gotten into." Ari called him over. "He's got 3 loads in him. Try not to push too much out since we want him very sloppy, but everyone knows your character fucks to wreck and poz a hole. He doesn't want his face shown, so just fuck him like the others did with his face in the bed. We're going to wait ten minutes to let his hole close up after the last breeding, so fuck him hard. Some blood is good too. Everyone loved the scene where you knocked up Rawson" Ari told Ric. He nodded and sat back, giving his balls more time to refill. Ric glanced over and the bottom was still on the bed, face down and ass up. Without everyone around him, Ric could get a better view of him. "Hmm, another twink. This should be fun" Ric thought. Ari called out "Ready everyone" moments before the scene started. Ric pulled the mask on and approached the bottom and a camera zoomed in on his cock and tat, like before. He fingered the hole for a second and plowed his cock in. He loved feeling the cum filled hole. As hard as he tried not to, his cock was forcing quite a bit of the jizz out of the bottom's chute. The bottom had his face buried in the bed and all Ric could see was the back of his head, the guy's long hair pulled up into a man-bun, a slender body and a nice looking hairless ass. The bottom wasn't really animated, so Ric started slapping the guy's ass. He responded, but he didn't move as much as Ric wanted. Another slap and it got way better than the "dead fish" guy with the bottom pushing back and working his hole around Ric's hard shaft. Rawson started making comments and then the black guy joined in. "Breed the fucker!" and "Fuck him good" and "Knock him up" and "Mark his ass" and several other comments were yelled out around Ric. It spurred him on and the bottom started working his cock harder too, milking his shaft and wordlessly begging to get filled with more cum. Ric yelled out another series of Spanish expletives before driving his cock in and feeling a half dozen spurts of cum fill the abused chute. After the last throb, he pulled out slowly, watching the cameras capture the cock slowly back away from the tortured hole. The cum dripping from the hole was pink and frothy. Once his cock was several inches away from the battered hole and the second camera had zoomed in on the leaking hole, Ari waited several seconds before he yelled "CUT!" Ric backed up, pulled the mask off and grabbed a towel, mopping his sweat covered face. When he finished, he looked around and Rawson, the black porn star, the second top, who he didn't know, and Will were standing around him. It took a few seconds, but Ric noticed that Will was naked, his hair was pulled back and he looked really sweaty and tired, but there was a big grin on his face. His eyes moved over to the guy he didn't know and spotted the fresh biohazard tat nestled under the fur on his hairy pec. "Thirty minutes, Rawson" Ari yelled out from across the room. Rawson grinned at Ric. "I guess we have a bonus scene for this video. Thanks, guys. I have to clean up for the next one. Hopefully my hole looks like yours soon" Rawson said as he walked away. Ric looked at Will and shook his head, remembering his comment about not wanting to fuck with poz guys. Will had just taken four charged loads on camera for a porn shoot. He didn't say much to Will while they waited for a shower to free up. After he cleaned up, Ric walked over to Ari before they started filming the next scene. Ric nervously asked "Uh... Ari. Can I keep this mask? If I do any more videos, I want to do something different but I'd like this as a memento." "Sure, we got a few of them just in case one rips. Ric, Can you sign this addendum to your contract for the bonus video?" Ari asked. Ric looked over the addendum quickly and then signed it. Ari looked up and stared at Ric a moment. "Did you say 'if'? Are you quitting?" Ari asked softly. "Yeah, I think so. It's been fun. I'll consider another one if you have a great idea, but I don't really want to do more with people recognizing me" Ric replied and walked back over to Will. They went out to the waiting uber and hopped in for the ride back to the dorm. "You know that those guys are poz, right?" Ric asked after they got out of the car. "Yeah, I saw their tattoos after we finished" Will replied. Ric noticed that his voice had no emotion in it. He wasn't scared or freaked out or even excited. They stood in front of the dorm, facing each other. Ric noticed the faint smell of cum in the air and imagined the viral cum running down Will's legs. "I didn't know that you were the bottom for that scene. I bred you too" said Ric. "Cool" Will replied, a smile growing on his face. "You can go over to the clinic in the morning and get treated" Ric told him. "Nah, you seem to be doing ok. Too bad Rawson isn't poz or all four loads would have been" Will said, turning to go inside. "Nine AM tomorrow morning, my room. I'll make sure you get knocked up" Ric said as he followed Will back to the building. (( End of Chapter 4 ))

Part 1 I had been chatting on Grindr with this guy on and off for a few months. We have met in person, but we never really hit it off. Different friend groups and all that. Now though, I realize, he probably just thought I was a bit of a downer or not that exciting. Our chats started off innocently enough. I had a blank profile, so did he. My side of the chat was definitely hesitant. I hadn’t partied in a long time and aside from some chatting and looking for dates, Grindr wasn’t really a place for me to get what I thought I needed. Perhaps I didn’t really know what I needed? I am a pretty average guy, slim to medium build, at this time in my life I was in my mid-to-late 20's and I had really starting exploring my sexuality. I also was really stuck in the party scene. I started off innocently enough, a few "accidents" or experiments with drugs my friends offered. It was mostly about dancing and having fun and I didn't buy anything myself. I just took what was offered. Soon though, I was buying. I started buying for the dancing and the time with friends, but then I soon started buying with the intent of bringing some home. Eventually, I was partying a lot, a few nights a week. Poppers didnt help. I was able to be relatively tame for the most part, but often found my inhibitions lowered after a bit of coke or a few hits of poppers. I didnt fuck much on molly or anything else, but I knew It was supposed to be fun. I often tried dating and most friends, family, and colleagues assumed I was pretty innocent. Only a select few friends knew I even partied. For the most part, it felt like I was living a double life. I loved chatting online, but mostly just chatted and never took it any further. Having roommates and being fairly broke didn't help. However, I did my best to push my boundaries intentionally in some places, and unintentionally in others, especially if I was high. As the weeks went on, and if I was drinking, stoned, and using poppers, my messages would open up a bit. He sent a dick pic early on, I shared a shot of me standing and in my jock. It was a Tuesday evening when I fully started to open up. He was horny and I was jerking off before bed. He asked, “You ever like to party?” I told him I did, but that it has been a while. We had chatted a bit, mostly small talk, but not taking the convo too far. However, tonight it escalated quickly and I wasn't sure why or how, but I was enjoying the convo. Him: "I wanna get you high and fuck." This hit all the right buttons for me, but in the end, I was still feeling so much guilt and shame about the double life. Me: "That sounds hot. I'm nervous though." Him: "I understand. Would it help if I showed my face? " I was worried I would need to send my face, so I was hesitant. I also love having an anonymous encounter. In the time it took me to consider it, he sent a face photo. Once I realized who it was, I lost interest a bit. I considered blocking him and moving on, but something kept me slightly interested. The fact that I knew him from my day-to-day life, not just the hook up scene, made it feel like I had a confidant. Someone I could share my interests with. He was a hot guy, tall, dark skin, pretty confident but also a bit goofy and I definitely wondered what he was like in bed, but never explored it further. The dick pic he sent early on in our anon chats was a beautiful one. Large, uncut, wet, and ready to point. But it still felt wrong, after a few minutes, I responded. Me: Hey, yeh we know each other. It is Simon. I assumed this would be buzzkill to the situation, but he just kept on with it. Him: Oh hey, so yeh, do you party? At this point I was pretty horny, so I opened up a bit. Sharing my interests, my fears, but also just my lack of experience in general. He ate it up. Him: Fuck man, I want to fuck you. Can I fuck you after you come home from the bar? We can keep the party going. This sounded really hot. It also lined up with how likely it would be that I would actually entertain the thought of getting fucked up and used late at night, after I had been out partying. I told him I was interested, but that I usually lost my nerve. He didn’t care. He kept on. Him: Message me this weekend when you are out partying. I want to feel the build up. When you leave to go home, send me a message and Ill come meet you. I agreed. We set it up for that Saturday night/Sunday morning. At this point in my life I was partying quite a bit so I wasnt worried about it happening, I was more worried at how likely it was to happen. The rest of the week went by and we didnt chat much. I just nervously went through the week, knowing that I was going to be home alone Saturday and Sunday and the conditions were right for me to get used. Saturday evening arrived. I mostly forgot about our arrangement until the end of the night. I got pretty messed up, using some coke and drinking, but headed home before the bar closed. Maybe I did it intentionally, maybe I just forgot and I was tired and needed to rest. Either way I found myself walking home the 20 minutes to get to my place, in the dead of winter, and opening up Grindr. There were a few messages, mostly just intro chats, but nothing from him. I went to our last message and saw that he was online. I thought about writing him, but just as I opened our chat there was a message from him. Him: “What’s up? Ready to meet up?” I told him I was walking home and I was ready. I was nervous, but also, I was just really ravenous for dick. Him: “where you at? Im just getting in a cab, Ill come get you.” I sent him the address and waited. Minutes later he was there. I hopped in the cap and we headed to my place. We didn’t really talk much, but we both had grindr open and we were messaging each other there. Sitting next to him I could feel my hard on growing and I could see his pants were getting tight. Him: “Fuck man, I am so horny. You have me so curious. I want to cum inside you.” Until this point, we didnt really talk about safe sex or taking any precautions. It was also already too late because I was horny and high. I just wrote back, “fuck yeh”, as the car pulled up outside my apartment. He paid, we got out, and we wordlessly walked inside. I led him to the kitchen and said “help yourself, I will be right back. Just gonna take a shower”. Before I could leave he said, “Wait, take this” and handed me two pills. I swallowed them and jumped in the shower. By the time I got cleaned up, I was rolling hard. My body felt electric. I could hear the sound of porn coming from the kitchen. I came out hard and wet and saw him sitting at the kitchen table cutting up lines of powder while watching porn on his phone. It was anon cumdump style porn. I was electric. “You want some?” He said as he took a rip. I walked over and grabbed the straw and hit a few lines. I was flying. While this was happening he was slapping and kneading my ass cheeks. I was naked in the kitchen and he was fully clothed. I turned around and started walking towards the bedroom. I felt like I was floating and it was hard for me to focus. I turned on my computer, booted up a Treasure Island Media cumdump video, put on a jockstrap and grabbed my poppers and then fell face first into the bed. The volume was up really loud and I could barely see, so the sound of men thrusting into the bottoms on the video mingled with my surroundings. I was feeling great. I felt him come up behind me and I realized he wasn’t clothed anymore. I looked back a bit and saw that his cock was rock hard. He spit in his hand and rubbed it up and down his cock. He looked me in the eye, smiled, and said, “Fuck yeh. You want this dont you? You want to get fucked raw?” I could only whimper in response. He entered me. I was too high at this point to remember much of what happened. Just felt so overwhelmed by it all and I was enjoying myself. The sound of the porn, the feeling of his huge cock inside, and the deep and intense feelings of the party supplies had me in a trance. It went on for a while, but it felt like it was over to soon. I don’t really remember when he got off, but suddenly he pulled out of me. I had enough in me to ask “did you cum?” He gasped, and said, “yeh man. I came like 3 times. You are flooded. I gotta go though, gotta meet friends for brunch.” I realized then that it was morning already. I reached back to feel my hole and it was true, I was deeply flooded. I felt loose. I also still felt so horny. Instead of being completely out of it, I was just horny and buzzing hard. He got up and tucked his softening cock into his briefs, pulled on the rest of his clothes and said, “I gotta jet. I left you a few treats in the kitchen”. With that he slapped my ass and walked away. I was left laying ass up in bed, coming down a bit, but still pretty high. I know I got used, but I wanted more. I walked to the kitchen, used the rest of the treats he left behind, and soon felt ravenous again. The drugs, the poppers, and my cummy hole had me flying. I had fun, but I wasn’t finished. I needed more, but I wanted it anon. I crawled onto my bed and played with myself a bit while looking at other guys. I booted up the usual apps and sites and started cruising. It was early morning and the sun was starting to come up, but I imagined there were probably some guys looking to play. Shortly after I got a message from a profile on Manhunt, an older guy who had a photo of his body in boxer briefs, fairly average looking, but a decent size package. His message was short and sweet. Him: “You looking? Buddy and I are in a hotel looking to play with another guy, bttm preferably”. The next round of treats were causing me some difficulty in responding, but I tried my best. I figured I might as well go right in and be honest. Me: “Yeh. Horny here to get fucked anon.” A few seconds passed. He just replied with the address and room number and told me to come on over. I called a cab and started putting myself together. I went to the bathroom to clean up a bit, but I was also struggling a touch. Too horny and high to do anything easily, but I did my best. The cab was there within a few minutes so I pulled on a few clothes, even though I was still wet, some sunglasses, and headed out the door. I managed to pull on a jock strap, some sweatpants, tshirt, a hoodie, and a jacket. As I sat in the cab I tried to think rationally, but I was too warm, horny, and buzzing to feel much else besides lust and hunger for more cock. My clothes felt sticky, maybe from the warmth or maybe from not drying myself off enough. I could feel my cock leaking through the jockstrap and I was fairly sure I was at risk of having a wet spot on the front and back of my sweats. The cabby tried talking to me, but I wasn’t responding much. I just kept refreshing apps. The drive from my place to the downtown hotel wasn’t long, I probably could have walked if I had the awareness or the energy. As the cab started to pull into the hotel, I got another message from the guy off of Manhunt, plus a few other messages from other guys. Hotel guy: “You close? We are pretty horny. Partying a bit here as well, is that cool? How anon do you want it? We can blindfold you?” I couldnt respond much, I just replied “Here. That’s hot. Coming up.” Hotel guy: “Hot. We will wait in the bathroom and you come in and lay down on the bed.” I just wrote back, “Cool. Getting in the elevator.” It didn’t take long. I didnt look at the front desk people, I just floated through the lobby into the elevator. There were a few people hanging about, but mostly I didnt notice. I was too focused on getting to the room before my high wore off. I can get nervous and back out. As soon as the elevator doors started to close I pulled out my poppers and took a bit hit. The elevator moved up, I was headed to the 11th floor, but I only got two floors before it stopped. A family with young kids came in. Where I had taken the hit of poppers, I was reeling. I was so grateful for the sun glasses. I tried to look relaxed and like everything was cool by looking at my phone, but I ended up dropping it. The family said a few words to me but nothing really registered. I bent over to pick up my phone and I felt the strap of my jock pop out of the top of my sweats and show my skin. While bent over, my glasses fell off. Everything was a mess. I scrambled a bit, but as I reached for my phone another hand grabbed it. I looked up and it was what i assumed was the father of the children, who looked me in the eyes as I reached for the phone and we stopped and stared at each other for a second. I started getting hard immediately. It was an awkward moment for me as he looked at me. The elevator stopped and it showed we were on the 10th floor. I heard some noise from who I assumed to be his wife or partner and the kids, and they started shuffling out the door. The other man gave me my phone as the rest walked off, then as they got out he lingered slightly, turned back towards me, and gave me a wink. I felt myself melt. The elevator closed and that was that. Between this floor and the next I pulled myself together as best I could and thought, man, that guy was hot. I wish he was fucking me too. I stepped out of the elevator, rock hard, and when I looked down I could see I was tenting and seeping through. I tucked my dick up into the waistband and opened manhunt to say a message that I was on the floor. No other response, so I decided to head in. I knew what I was getting into somewhat, but I didnt care. I was too high, too focused on getting used, and throwing caution to the wind slightly. I got to the hotel room door, did a final scan for a message, wrote “Im coming in” and opened the door. I wasnt sure what this experience was going to bring, but I was letting go of control. To be continued.

From an early age Raymond had a feeling he would be alone for most of his life. It wasn’t a feeling of sadness or despair, but rather a feeling of certainty; not lonely, just alone. As Raymond grew from a child to adolescence and into adulthood, the feeling remained. Though heavily involved in high school activities and having numerous friends, he was often bored and detached. He was smart enough to probably get into any university of his choice, but that intellect came with a realization that he could work just enough to get by without having to worry about the stress of getting perfect grades. He was a solid B- student and he didn’t mind at all. Raymond, now 21 years old and a junior in college, had fully embraced his status as a B- student. He rarely skipped class because he knew if he did, he would have to do extra work to catch up. He paid attention during lecture because he knew if he did, he wouldn’t have to study as hard when it was time for exams. He optimized his laziness in order to enjoy his free time which was mostly occupied with horror movies, books and smoking pot. Not that he had much going on in his life. He had made numerous friends while at university and would venture out once in a blue moon to be social enough, but he found that crowds weren’t his thing. Often, he found himself shuttered in his one-bedroom apartment after a night of clubs and bars just to recharge his social battery. By and large, Raymond was an introvert who preferred his own company to anyone else’s. On this particular day, Raymond sat in the café near his apartment at a table closest to the front window. He positioned himself so his back faced anyone sitting in the café while he read his book and sipped his afternoon iced red eye with vanilla. He sat like this in order to avoid eye contact with anyone who he might know. If anyone accused him of not being friendly, he could simply say, “Oh sorry man, I guess I didn’t see you.” As he made his way through his book, he felt someone to his right. He ignored whoever it was and continued reading on. The presence moved closer from his periphery and almost into his eyeline, but Raymond continued to read, ignoring the intrusion, hoping his silence would drive them away. The stranger waved his hand in front of Raymond to get his attention. Raymond gave a deep, heavy sigh, rolled his eyes, looked up with annoyance, “Yes?” “I asked if I you were using this chair? Me and...” “No. Go ahead and take it,” Raymond said, not really registering the other person he was in conversation with, other than he was a male with a red shirt and black hair and went back to his book. “Oh...okay,” Red Shirt said and carefully grabbed the chair and took it back to wherever he was sitting. “Fuck,” Raymond said to himself. This was a familiar scenario he often found himself in. Raymond valued his alone time so much that he tended to be short with anyone who he perceived to encroach upon it. Generally, he wasn’t unfriendly, he just kept his social circle extremely small and would get caught up in his own thoughts that he was perceived as standoffish and rude. Over the last year he had made it a point to be more obviously friendly, though he failed more times than not. Again, he gave a deep sigh, closed his book, rose from his chair and turned to find Red Shirt, still not quite sure what he looked like. Luckily, despite the café being somewhat busy, he spotted a red shirt just a few tables away and walked over. “Hey man, sorry if I was rude just now. I was just caught up in my book.” Red Shirt slightly smiled. “No worries. Must be a good book.” “Sorta. It’s kinda weird. House of Leaves...ever read it?” “House of Leaves...can’t say that I have.” “Okay then. Well, I just wanted to apologize and let you know that I’m not a dick.” Raymond waited a beat before turning and making his way back to his seat. As he sat, he began to replay the last minute in his mind. Despite his best efforts to be apologetic and friendly, he realized that he may have come off as awkward and weird, especially considering he walked away rather abruptly. Social interactions were always a weak point for Raymond. He considered going back to explain that he wasn’t actually an awkward weirdo. He turned and saw Red Shirt and his friends already back into their rhythm of conversation and decided against it. Raymond returned to his book and after 20 minutes of reading the same page he decided it was time to leave. He gathered his things, left a tip on the table, and walked out the door without bothering to look back. He stepped out the front door and felt immensely better just being outside. He took a deep breath of fresh air and smiled. He turned right and began walking down the block while fumbling with his headphones. “Hey weirdo!” He stopped dead in his tracks. Without looking he knew it was Red Shirt. Despite their short conversation, had a distinctively low voice. He considered ignoring it, but his curiosity won out. He turned and Red Shirt had already made up the distance and was about 8 feet from him. Red Shirt was smiling, put on his sunglasses and extended a hand to Raymond. “Now it’s my turn to apologize. I’m not some creep following you...well, I am sorta following you, but I just wanted to see what’s up. It’s Raymond, right?” “Yeah...how do you know my name?” “Dude. We had class together last semester.” “Oh shit. I sit at the front, so I don’t really know anyone who sits behind me.” This was true. Since his freshman year, Raymond had sat as close to the front of class as possible to 1) Avoid distractions from students who sat in front of him and 2) Avoid his classmates in general. “What class?” he continued. “Public Policy Communication.” Raymond flitted through his memories and landed on a name. “Nelson!” Nelson smiled and slightly tilted his head. Now that Raymond put the pieces together and assessed that Nelson was someone he could speak to, he took him all in so he would recognize him next time he saw him in a social setting. Standing just a bit shorter than Raymond, Nelson appeared to be just under 6” and maybe about 200 pounds. He was thick, but not fat. ‘Corn fed’ was the phrase that first popped into Raymond’s head. His jet-black hair was a match to his dark eyes. All in all, he was a general looking white dude that didn’t stand out all that much to Raymond. “And Bingo was his name-o.” Raymond was uncharacteristically caught off guard by quip and snort-laughed before catching himself. “Sorry.” “For?” “Nothing...I mean...I’m just awkward sometimes...” “No shit.” Raymond didn’t know how to respond and just stared at Nelson, hoping he would either carry on the conversation or walk away. Nelson, staring right back and Raymond, crossed his arms over his chest, tilted his head just a bit and narrowed his eyes and waited a few seconds before asking, “You feel like getting stoned, weirdo?” If ever there was a way to get Raymond’s full attention it was through marijuana. “Sure,” he shrugged. “I’m just a few blocks in the other direction. Let’s go, weirdo.”

Not sure where he was going, Raymond opened the first door to his left and opened it to find it was a closet filled with the normal things a closet might contain: A vacuum cleaner, a few winter coats, tubes of wrapping paper and random boxes. He closed it quickly, trying to remain confident that he knew what he was doing. He made his way a few feet further, on the right was a door, slightly ajar. He tentatively pushed it open and found what he was looking for: the bathroom. Without fully entering, he reached his left arm in and blindly searched for the light switch. After a few seconds, his fingers found the switch and he flicked it up. The room was immediately illuminated and despite not knowing what to expect, he was pleasantly surprised. Before him was a pristine bathroom decorated in whites and blacks. Beneath him the floor was covered in a thin runner of mostly solid black with white accents. The shower curtain, closed, was the opposite being mostly all white with black accents. The countertop before him was barren, save for an ivory white soap container. To his right was a towel rack with two towels, one black, one white. The room smelled of lavender. Nelson told him to get the shower running, but Raymond, instead, slightly pushed the shower curtain to the left and sat on the edge of the tub. “What am I doing?” he thought. He was beyond thrilled. On one hand, he knew if he went along with whatever Nelson planned his sexual appetite would be satiated, one way or another. But on the other, this was still so foreign to him. He felt like he was experiencing a sexual awakening in reverse. Prior to this he had met his partners online via the world’s various apps. When he did venture out with his friends, he did so with the intent to be social and hang out. Sex, to Raymond, was a semi-private affair that he sought out from the comfort of his own apartment. Nelson threw a wrench into how Raymond thought sex should be pursued. It wasn’t too late to leave. In fact, it was never too late to leave. “I’m a grown ass man, I can do whatever I want,” he whispered to himself. He remained sitting on the edge of the tub. He noticed the A/C was on as his exposed flesh became covered in goose bumps. In the brief seconds he sat on the edge of the tub, Raymond ran through a pros and cons list of staying vs. going. As thrilled as he was at the new experience unfolding before him, his logic and reasoning won out. If he stayed and let this scenario play out, he would be allowing a sense of newness and uncertainty into his life that he hadn’t prepared for. All he wanted was an iced coffee and a place to see people but not be seen. Now, here he was, shirtless, cold and in a relative stranger’s apartment, stoned and heeding the words of a corn-fed hunk. “What the fuck,” he thought. Raymond quickly stood, quickly rubbed his hands over his arms and chest to quell the goose bumps when Nelson appeared in the doorway. “What did I ask you to do?” “I’m not...” “I said to get in here and get the shower going,” he said cutting Raymond off. Raymond turned to the shower, turned back to Nelson, conflicted. His eyes darted to Nelson, to the space between his red shirt and the doorway and back to Nelson. Seeing Raymond’s eyes, in one quick motion, Nelson stepped forward while closing the bathroom door. It wasn’t a threatening motion, but surprising in its quickness. Taken aback by Nelson’s step forward, Raymond stepped back, heels hitting the tub, and resumed his position of sitting on the edge of the tub. Nelson gave a sly smile. Instead of disarming Raymond, his heart began to race. This was too much, too fast and too foreign. He began to stand... “Sit.” Raymond sat, rubbing his arms and shoulders to distract himself, not once looking up at Nelson. “Look at me.” Raymond’s eyes remained focused on the black detailing of the rug. “Ray.” Raymond hated a lot of things in his life, but one of the things he hated most was being called Ray. He closed his eyes, shifted his head up and opened his eyes to see a smirking Nelson. “My name is Raymond.” “I know, weirdo.” Nelson stepped forward, now only inches from Raymond’s upturned gaze, much less friendly than before. He placed his right hand on Raymond’s head and felt him flinch. He gently flexed his palm and slowly began moving it down the back of his skull, running his fingers through Raymond’s thick hair, until he reached the base of his neck. He looked down and saw Raymond’s mouth slightly open and eyes closed. Quickly, he grabbed a handful of Raymond’s hair and yanked his head back further. Raymond’s eyes flew open, grabbing at Nelson’s arm. Nelson was faster. His left hand shot out and gripped Raymond’s throat: Right hand pulling his head back, left arm choking him and pushing him up. Raymond’s eyes bulged slightly; his voice caught in the grip of Nelson’s strong hand. Nelson stared down, barely moving. If someone were to witness this, they would see two arms flailing and reaching, while two other arms were flexed and controlled with the only sounds being a slight choking and seething. Raymond’s eyes darted past Nelson to the doorknob. Nelson gave one quick squeeze to the throat. “Stop.” Raymond’s eyes shot up and met Nelson’s. Nelson gave a slight nod, Raymond relaxed as best he could. In one quick motion, he let go of his grips and Raymond heaved forward, coughing slightly. Nelson went down to one knee, gently lifted Raymond’s chin with one hand in a way he had never been touched before. It was an almost loving gesture. “What did I ask you to do?” “To get the shower going.” Nelson stood and moved the shower curtain to the left and revealed the entirety of the shower. Raymond leaned over, not really knowing what he was doing and turned the handle all the way to the right and was immediately met with a spray of cold water. “Good boy. Now get up.” Without waiting for Raymond to respond, Nelson stood, grabbed a handful of hair, once again, and yanked Raymond up, and closed the shower curtain, all in one swift motion.

Raymond and Nelson chatted about this and that as they made their way. And just as Nelson had said, his place was just but a few blocks away. The complex was spacious and well-kept though appeared to have been in existence for at least two decades. Not knowing where he was going, Raymond stayed one step behind Nelson as they made their way across a parking lot and into a courtyard that sat at the center of 4 buildings that looked to hold 4 apartments each. Nelson cut diagonally through the courtyard, up a set of stone steps to a corner apartment, #14. The smell hit Raymond immediately, and he relaxed and felt more at ease. The smell was of an apartment that experienced regular smoke sessions. Where some places Raymond had been were often musty and stale, Nelson’s place smelled warm and welcoming. “Have a seat. You thirsty? I got beer, sweet tea, milk...” “I’ll have a beer, if that’s cool.” “It’s cool,” Nelson replied, once again flashing that smile to Raymond. As Raymond sat on the couch, he watched Nelson bend slightly into his fridge to grab his beer. His red shirt rode up the small of his back just a bit to reveal a smooth, somewhat tanned, lower back. Raymond had never been a fan of labels, especially when it came to sexual attraction. He understood their importance in certain situations but tried to avoid them if he could. But as he watched Nelson stand up and walk toward him, he felt that familiar warmth of horniness grow somewhere within. Raymond was by no means a virgin. Despite his sometimes-social awkwardness and dislike for crowds, he always found time to work out in one way or another. Over the past year he developed a fondness for boxing and made it a point to workout at his local boxing gym as often as he could, and he felt comfortable enough to run with his shirt off, showing the world his smooth, Spanish skin. Standing just over 6” with black hair and brown eyes, Raymond felt that if he were more social, he would be someone others might desire. But his awkwardness and inner thoughts always won out. While not a fan of hanging out with people in social situations, he found that hooking up here and there was enough to satisfy his sex drive. Since attending college he hooked up about once or twice a semester. He found that anything more than that required too much effort to be personable. He also had to find a balance between having randos over and keeping his personal space his. It was a fine line to walk, but he would gladly sacrifice sex if that meant strangers wouldn’t be in his apartment that often. Given his personality, Raymond found that hooking up with guys was much easier to navigate as it required very little effort in general. He didn’t consider himself gay, but sex with men, he realized, was more fun, more detached. “Here you go, weirdo.” “Thanks,” he said taking the can and opening it. “My name is Raymond, by the way.” “I know, wierdo,” he said and winked at Raymond. “What is happening,” Raymond thought. “This stuff only happens in porn, right?” he continued in his head. Nelson returned with his own beer in his left hand and a bong in the right. With his right leg, he moved his coffee table out of the way and stood directly in front of Raymond and handed the bong down to him. “Guests get the greens,” he said and produced a lighter from his front left pocket. Raymond grabbed the lighter and waited for Nelson to move, but he didn’t. He remained standing close over him, smiling while taking a swig of beer. “Cheers!” Raymond said as he lit the bong and took a heavy rip. Nelson was surprised that Raymond didn’t cough. Instead, he looked Nelson directly in the eyes and let the smoke envelop him. It was Raymond’s turn to wink. “This fucker,” Nelson thought. Raymond handed the bong up to Nelson and then the lighter. “No, you light it for me since you’re already down there.” Raymond flicked the lighter and watched the chamber fill with smoke. He looked up at Nelson, who gave a small nod and Raymond pulled the lighter away and watched his host expel the white plume. “This is some good shit,” Nelson said as he released the last of his hit. “For sure. Thanks again for the invite. And sorry for being awkward back at the café. I get caught up doing my own thing, I forget how to be normal sometimes.” “Normal sucks. Weird is where it’s at.” Raymond raised an eyebrow, and Nelson raised his beer. “Cheers, weirdo.” “Cheers!” Within minutes the bong was cashed and the duo sat, both contently stoned. “This is odd,” Raymond blurted out. Nelson, sitting in the recliner diagonal from Raymond, smiled his bright smile. “How so?” “I barely know you. We are here getting stoned and it feels, maybe, like there’s something between us.” “The only thing between us is space. Stand up.” Raymond hesitated. He looked over at Nelson as he sat. There was something slightly different in his eyes from when they were talking outside the café. Maybe this was how functional, sexual beings acted. He assumed Nelson was around his same age. Of course sex had to always be on his mind. It was always on Raymond’s mind, he just never acted on it as often as he would have liked. Raymond stood, not sure what to do with his hands, he put them in his pockets. His mind was racing now. He was excited and nervous, all rolled into one. But he was happy to be getting out of his comfort zone. His desire to be alone was something he valued and appreciated, but now, standing in front of this corn-fed hunk of a man, he realized how much he actually missed the spontaneity of life, something he rarely let himself experience. “Come here. Stand in front of me.” Nelson wasn’t commanding him, but Raymond was compelled to listen. He took a few steps forward and stood in front of his host. Their places switched from when he had arrived. Hands still in his pockets, Raymond looked around nervously, trying not to make eye contact. “You’re nervous.” “A bit.” “Why?” “I’m not used to this...situation.” “It’s just sex.” “Sex?” “C’mon man, you can’t be that dense. Why the fuck do you think I followed you out of the café?” “I...” “Jesus Christ. Fine. Here’s the deal, since it appears you’ve never had someone hit on you. I didn’t need the extra chair. I was trying to just talk to you. But since you’re a weirdo, you made that scenario difficult. Take off your shirt.” “Huh?” “I said. Take. Off. Your. Shirt.” Raymond hesitated for just a second, before pulling his hands out of his pockets and lifting his shirt off his defined frame. His arms fell to his side, but not knowing what to do with his hands, he began wringing his shirt in both hands. “Fuck,” was all Nelson could utter. Standing before him was the definition of sex appeal if you could ignore the awkwardness. Raymond’s naturally tanned Spanish skin highlighted his physique. Raymond wasn’t overly muscled, but perhaps a level or two passed toned. His shoulders and pecs had that perfect combination of being supple and tight. And as Nelson’s eyes traveled south, he admired flatness of the stomach that, when flexed, he knew would reveal a solid six pack. Raymond’s arms were perfectly worked out, defined with just enough bulk to make anyone swoon. Nelson looked closer without moving and noticed that there was very little body hair on Raymond. “Do you trust me?” Raymond laughed, “No. I barely know you.” Nelson laughed in return. “Fair enough. But you trust me enough to be alone with me, smoke with me and be half-way naked.” “Yeah, so?” “Then you can trust me. Go to the bathroom and get the shower running. I’ll be in to join you in a second.” Raymond lingered for a second but made his way down the hall. Nelson followed him with his eyes, taking in the sight. When Raymond entered the bathroom, Nelson reached for his phone and sent a text: “If you aren’t doing anything later, swing by my place in an hour. Make sure to knock loud.”

Well had a day off yesterday and decided I needed to be fucked so went online to see if I could find a lad or two that would do me bb Ended up chatting to a lad from a couple …both in to top topping younger lads …bit of horny chat and I headed over to their place …was well excited they said they were well both hung in their 40s bears ..they had asked me if id take it bare and if I was on prep , I said yes to both but haven’t sorted my prep out again (I do keep meaning to) He said that he and his BF was poz but undetectable if I was cool with that Any how …I turn up and they are both just in Ts and boxers ..could barely get my coat off an one of them had his tongue down my throat (ace kisser) …I was hard an wet in no seconds flat As im snogging his BF is stripping me…id kicked off my trainers and he was taking my belt off and getting a feel of me standing behind me …kissing my neck wanking me playing with my wet foreskin. They backed off and let me get naked …they were hard and ready to go …and now naked too Dragged me in to the bed room and asked if I was still up for shagging bareback with two older blokes …I was like fuck yeah 😜 both must have been 8 to 9 inch one thick and straight one thinner with a curve that put his cock head in his belly button 😜 Had me on all fours sucking the thick cock …I was loving that …the other bloke wast eating my hole …could feel his beard on my arse …he wasn’t holding back and was really eating me out …fucking lush. Then he’s lubing my hole pushing his fingers in …fucking heaven …he then starts to rub his cock on my hole …im well in to swallowing his bfs cock …when he leans down as asks again “gonna take I bare baby boy ?” I come of his bfs cock long enough to say “yeah fuck me…please” …he said “good boy …going to enjoy you” Felt his fat cock head slowly press in to me and he BF holds poppers under my nose …those first few inches were a tight fit but then he was in …got balls deep and stopped letting me get used to his size. Im snogging and sucking daddy bear 2 while daddy bear 1 is fucking my hole …im fucking amazed at how he’s doing me …id expected it to hurt …but god he was good …asking if I liked his bare cock. They had me get on my back and 1 pulled out so 2 to have a go on me hole …he fingered me awhile more cold lube …his BF 1 had my mouth full of his cock and balls …felt cold fingers in me and felt like I was fucking flying …prob the poppers …then his thick cock slowly slid in …never felt so full lol 2 fucked me hard and deep …saying he loved my arse …and “you love two dirty daddies fucking you don’t you ?” I was streaming pre-cum and dribbling cum too as he bounced off my prostate …then he went deep and stiff and shot balls deep in me …”fuck lad that was good”…he bent over and snowed me BF1 then took his place and as they swapped I felt cum dribble out of me …he scooped it up and lubed his cock with it and slid in …he fucked me so hard I had to ask him to back off …then “oh baby boy…im going to get you pregnant” blows his load deep and fucks it hard in a few times… I couldn’t hold back any more and shoot my load …first jet on my face , then chest and belly …daddy 1 still balls deep in me licks the cum off my face and snogs me. So fucking good defo going back

Last night in some woods near one of Melbourne’s train stations (alamein line for the local players). It was meant to be just a BJ or a safe fuck at best but when i turned up with my freshly lubed arse neither of us has condoms. We start with the BJ but it’s really not working for him so I offer him my other hole, assuring him that I’m clean. I lean against a tree, bend over, pull my shorts down a little and pull my cheeks apart.. his cock finds the mark without hesitation. It’s been a while since I’ve been fucked and it hurts a little but he doesn’t care about that. He’s in a rush obviously and soon gets in to a rhythm which also feels good to me. I ask him how long since he came - 7 days. He asks me if I’m really married, yes. Has asks me if I’m gonna fuck my wife later, yes. And then finally, asks where I’d like him to cum and I say, in me. And with that he picks up the pace and plunges in to me to cum as deep as he can. He leaves it there for a minute of to drain and to let it set. Gawd I love this bit. He then pulls out, pats me on my back, says good bye and walks away. I pull up, analyze and revel in the moist and open feeling that i crave then slowly and carefully walk home. All whilst checking Grindr to see who might want seconds.. 😉

Chapter 13 Horse looked over to the Pig and asked him if he had the Pig ready, The guy said “ All ready for you”. With that Horse yanked his cock out of the Kids swollen gapping ass. The Kids ass looked like a nice pussy with the lips of his ass pulled out and red and swollen. You could see the red and pink cum dripping off his cock as he moved over to the Pig’s sling. The guy pulled his hand out of the guys ass and showed Horse how far he go in him. It wasn’t all that far. Horse looked into the Pigs eyes and said “ Are you ready to man up? Be a true Pig and Cunt “. The guy mumbled something and Horse said “ Good “. With that he started pushing the Monster cock up the guys ass. The Cum, Blood and DNA from the Kids ass was now going up the Pig’s ass. The guys eyes sprang open when he realized what was going up his ass. A guy stared rocking the sling so that Horse’s cock would be forced deeper into the latest Victims of the Horse cock. It was really hot to see the guy struggling to take that cock. One moment enjoying it, the next in pure agony as the monster was trying to get in at any cost At the same time the Bio-Hazzard guy walked up to the Kid and Brutally shoved his toxic cock up the kids ass and receded to assault the kids ass and guts. He moved in different angles just to torment the Kid and make it hurt more. A dirty jock that was laying on the floor was pushed in the Kid’s mouth to muffle the screams. The guy stopped and pulled out, the look on the Kids eyes were of relief, he though it was over. The guy grabbed a rather large shard and worked it up into the Kid. With the kids ass ripped open it could have been pushed in with no problem but instead he worked it around in his rectum. He wanted to make it hurt and burn as much as possible. After he was sure that the Kid’s ass was on fire he aimed his toxic cock as the Kids hole and rammed it Home. The kid struggled at the burning invasion but being hog tied as he wasn’t much he could do to stop the Violation or damage that this guy was doing to him. I had warned him that the basement wasn’t for the weak at heart and the guys down here where the type to really work him over and except that he went down there with the intention to get the Max it would almost be a rape case. But as I told him, “ You can’t rape the willing “. I figured the Bumps and what ever else he was given was upstairs helped to persuade him to venture into the basement Dungeon. Horse said “ I am not going to get into this Pig’s ass all the way. Anyone else want to give this Pig a gift to take home”? Another guy I had not seen before said I will give him something. I noticed a scorpion tat on his back above his butt cheeks. Horse pulled out of the Pigs ass, it was gaping open and drooling pink Cum and piss. The guy with the scorpion tat stepped up and said “ This guy is really loose”. He pushed into the guy’s ass n one swift motion. The guy hardly noticed the latest violation. He said “ I don’t think he felt me, maybe is new cunt is numb.” Another guy came up and said “ I can fix that, Pull out for a second”. The guy pulled out and the other one took 2 fingers that were covered with Meth dust and began working them into the Pig’s cunt. He twisted them all around making sure to viciously coat the hole and rub it in to make sure this pig’s cunt was alive, alive with a burning pain. The pig started jerking around with the searing heat and pain that was now in his hole. The guy with the scorpion tat asked him if he wanted him to help cool off his cunt. The guy was shaking his head yes. He couldn’t say anything because of the jock gage in his mouth. The scorpion guy said to take the gage out. After it was removed he asked the Pig “ You want some help? “ the Pig responded yes. Please ! Anything to get rid of the burning “ . The scorpion guy asked “ Where is it burn at Pig?’ the pig replied in my ass. The scorpion guy responded “ Wrong ! That is our new Pussy. You are hear to serve anyone. Now say it. Plead to this guys to use our new cunt Pig”. At the same the was twisting two of his thick callused fingers in the Pigs cunt to make it burn more. Except for the slurping sounds of guys getting sucked there was no noise, everyone wanted to hear the transformation of the Pig. The Pig said “ Please ! Everyone use my cunt but please make the burning stop “ . There was an instant sound of jubilation as everyone knew that the Pig was definitely going to serve tonight and more toxic cum and piss pumped into his mouth and cunt. The Scorpion Guy put his cock into the entrance of the Pigs hole. He pushed the head in and the Pig tried to move to get more in him. He asked the Pig “ Do you want this Toxic , infected snake in your cunt ? “ The Pig responded “ Yes “ The scorpion guy rocked back and forth a little and then stopped. The pig was whimpering, he wanted more action in his cunt.

The next week I walked into the club and saw Tom sitting watching a bear with a big cock use a twink in the sling raw. I went across and stood next to him saying “careful lad, don’t start dreaming about barebacking men otherwise you’ll get pozzed in no time”. Tom laughed and said “don’t think it matters – no-one rides my tiny cock – starting to think my place is taking real men’s cocks like those pups”. I replied “yes, they are good boys, appreciated by the alphas – not blueballed at all because they know where they fit in – filled with proper alpha seed. So what have you been thinking about all week with your cock locked up? Show me”. I flexed and Tom nervously kissed my bicep. I handed him some poppers – “sniff these”. He inhaled a few times and then started kissing all over my pecs, abs and biceps, I pulled by trackies down letting my thick 8 inch cock spring out. He knelt down and kissed it. I said “go on – suck it”. I gave him a few more sniffs of poppers and then he hungrily got to work sucking me deep. I asked him if he liked it and he groaned and mumbled “yes sir” though his mouthful of cock. He kept sucking but then he stopped and I asked why. He asked “is this the time to learn by place and take your cock in my ass – I don’t care if you’re poz, its where I belong”. I said “I think your learning Tom, a lesser man would breed you like a cumdump now – today I’m going to let you taste it and think about whether this is the right thing – taking my poz load would be a big commitment – now get back to sucking”. He sucked more and then my cock throbbed and I shot a massive load into his mouth. He slurped it down and then stood up and we kissed. I could taste my cum in his mouth. We embraced for a while and then I said “what a good boy”. He replied “thank u daddy”. I said – you know “I hope you’ve noticed your cock is the same size as all the other pups in here, you’re smaller than an alpha like me but no longer an incel now you’ve tasted your first cumload”. He smiled a cheeky cute smile and I told him to wait a second. I came back with the key. “Time to unlock that cock for a few moments”. We lay down on one of the mats – me on top of him and kissed passionately. His cock was rock solid. “Pretty big now ain’t it sub”. He whispered “yes sir, when your with me”. And I wanked his cock while we kissed. Having been locked for a week he shot a massive load in my hand in about one minute. I told him to lick his cum off my hand rather than waste it and he did greedily. Then we showered and I let him feel all my muscles then I sent him off locked again to think about whether he’s really an incel or my good pup.

Chapter 12 Horse said “ Get him ready, And you might as well get the Pig ready “. A couple guys came over the slings and started playing with the victims tied in the slings. The older guy, Pig, was getting the plug wiggled while the guy sucked on his tiny cock. I knew from experience that had to feel great. The guy was moaning, gasping and moving his ass to try to get more up him. The lube was doing it’s job and getting him ready to get destroyed. The other guy had 4 fingers up the Kids ass and was sucking him. The guy stopped long enough to say “ This kid is hard as a rock and leaking precum like a fountain “. Three other guys came over and tied off both arms of the kids and one arm of the Pig. The Looked up a little concerned about that was happening. A guy came over an put a pile to the guys mouth, the guy stared sucking on it before the smoke was ready. He had to be told to wait, once the owl filled with smoke the guy was inhaling deeply and getting his lungs filled. He was told to hold it until he had to exhale. After a couple more times the Pig was ready for his next step. The guys that had tied off the arms came back with alcohol swabs and points. At the same Horse put the head of his cock up against the Kids pussy. He told the kid to take a deep breath and let it out. As the Kid did that he forced the Giand head of his cock unto the kids ass. The Kid started to squeal when someone put a used Jock into his mouth. All the stretching, fucking, cum and drugs could not get him ready for this. His hold was split open and grabbed Horse’s Cock head. Horse said “ Damn, this kid is tight and hot This is going to be fun. At least for me”. At the same time the guy playing with the Pig’s ass pulled out the plug and stared fingering him. The guy said “ This one is tight also, but not for long “. Horse said ‘ Lets get going. Do it”. With that the guys with the slams swabbed the arms and proceeded to push the points into the arms of the Kid and Pig. They got the register done then one nodded and they pushed the Meth into the guys at the same time and pulled off the ties. They pulled the jock from the Pigs mouth. The Pig stared to say “ What the hell is….” That is as far as he got when he started coughing. When he was about done coughing the guy started pushing his Fist into the Pig’s ass. The Pig was rushing when the guy that just slammed him started rocking the sling this action helped force the fist into the Pigs ass. The pig stared to scream but nothing came out of his mouth as the Fist disappeared into the guys ass. He was rushing and riding that fist like he was born to do it. At the same time the Kid was coughing and mumbling. His cock was at attention and dipping. It was bouncing to the kids heart beat. Horse was steadily pushing his monstrous cock up the kids ass. He was a few inches in and pulled back. Horse pushed forward and one of the guys pushed the sling toward Horse. Is cock went well over half way into the Kids ass. Horse said “ Man, this Kids ass is tight but it is milking my cock to get more in him “. He wiggled around and asked the Kid “ Are you ready to get all of a real man up our cunt ?”. The kid was out of it but managed to say “ Yes. Do it”. With that Horse pulled halfway out and pushed forward. At the same time one of the guys pushed the sling and Horse went balls deep in the kid. The Kids eyes sprang open and he squealed like a little girl loosing her virginity. Until then I never thought the Kid would be able to take all this in him. Horse stared working back and forth, he said “ Only 2 guys have been able to take it all in this deep and I think I can get the root wedged in this Kid”. He kept working in and going into different angles. The kid was in seventh Heaven with this. I noticed something that I have never scene before, When Horse pushed in the kid, you could actually see movement in the kids stomach. It was Horse’s cock pushing the Kids guts around. I wasn’t the only one that saw this. On the other side of the room this must have been to much for one guy, he was getting sucked by another and he said “ Fuck, I’m cumming “. With that he Pulled the guy’s head to his crotch and basically skull fucked him. The guy was choking and gaging him. You could hear the guy trying to swallow everything that was going in his mouth. Horse looked over to the Pig and asked him if he had the Pig ready, The guy said “ All ready for you”. With that Horse yanked his cock out of the Kids swollen gapping ass.

Part 38 - White Christmas His thought of driving their love making was rudely changed with Max pushing Alex over on to his back giggling. Resigning to the face that his boyfriend was taking control. His cock glided between the soft firm cheeks of his arse, each stroke massaging the precum making his movements effortless. Max gripped hold of Alex's arse lifting it up just enough to allow his cock to find the warmth of the entrance to his prince. Alex smiled his mouth slightly open, his eyes grew wider feeling his official boyfriend penetrating inside him. Overwhelmed with loved he felt no pain with his arse lowering back until he could go not further with Max deep inside him. Alex leaned forward and kissed him with a delicacy that exuded passion on his lips and revelling in the movements from the slow deep penetrating thrusts, nothing about it was erratic or desperate. Instead Alex felt like he had finally found himself complete, a sensuality prevailed as he looked in to the eyes staring down at him. Fixed on each other completely in love, words simply couldn't put together to express their feelings. Two people passionate for each other, both having their lives changed in one way or another for ever, happy and confident knowing their choice was right. Max leaned down again kissing him slowly, his legs rising, his arms circled around Max's body holding him perfectly still as he gyrated and thrusted ever more gently. Alex continued kissing his boyfriend and pushing his arse back to meet Max's cock, every minute that passed saw Alex moan in to his mouth as he slowly increased the speed in his hips. Moving in time with each other as time passed midnight and Max's arms tightened around Alex, he felt every change in Max's body as his climax reached closer and closer. His cock maintained the rhythm perfectly, Alex's hands punched into a fist grabbing the sheet completely losing himself in the moment briefly before he placed them above and around Max's head holding him still, he needed to kiss him deeper. Max slipped one hand down to Alex's arse cheek grabbing it gently and pushing it down and thrusting his pelvis up in one sharp movement, his balls aching from the force of his orgasm. His cock pulsing inside his prince as his passion and love flowed out. Alex bit at his neck moaning softly then louder then softly again, his cock rubbing between their stomachs erupted and his arse pushed back harder against Max's cock. He now sought Alex's mouth and kissed him enjoying the thrill of each others sexual peek. His legs gripped around Max's waist rolling him over on to his back where Alex sat upright still impaled on his boyfriends cock, something so different just happened between them that sent what he could only describe a warm fuzzy feeling through his body. Max laid there quietly looking up at Alex and stroking his arse with a sensual smile on his face, a look Alex had never seen before that made him love him even more if that was at all possible. Max gave a gentle pinch of Alex's arse "Wow!" he exclaimed unable to find the words. Alex smiled running his hand over Max's chest "Glad you knew what to say!" he remarked. "You felt it too?" Max asked softly and Alex nodded, "Incredible Alex" he mumbled. Noticing the time he leaned forward and kissed Max "Happy Christmas boyfriend!" he said. Max smiled "Happy Christmas boyfriend, and what a present I got!" he replied. Falling in to each others arms they kissed and rolled around in bed after Max had finally let Alex off his cock. A real sense of calmness in his body for once, finally being with Alex was everything and all that mattered now, forgetting that his life was changing they were both zoned in to each other. In the east wing of the palace a contrast played out in the private rooms of Prince Alden's protection officer. Nick had Tom where he wanted, wearing the footman down with his teasing until Tom practically begged to be fucked to hell and back, wriggling his arse to get at Nick's cock until he finally speared the footman. Swooping down in one move his cock penetrated stretching the hole open until in engulfed the head and shaft. Tom tried to lock his legs around the protection officer's waist to hold him in position but he was too slow and his toes curled in on themselves as Nick drew back and slammed his cock in again, his legs trembled and he cried out in unashamed pleasure. His body craving to be taken aggressively at Nick's mercy, how he felt like that he had no idea. All he knew was that this man could do anything to him and he would enjoy it. The teasing didn't stop as Nick drew back again until the head of his cock was just inside nudging away whilst he looked down watching the desperation in Tom's eyes, his body had the appearance of trembling anticipation. Giving him just enough of the shaft to make him moan before pulling back again and teasing his hole again. The sloppy sloshing sound from the huge quantity of precum around his hole making the movements so slick and easy that his cock slipped in deep up to his balls. Nick thrusted forward hard and lowered his body having got Tom pinned down in a missionary position. He kissed Tom with force as his hips began hard rapid thrusts smashing in to Tom's arse and getting as deep as he could physically go, his hand holding the top of Tom's head to stop his body moving up the bed and taking the full force of his aggressive fucking. Any time Nick slowed down Tom slapped him hard on the arse resulting in some punishing thrusts and grinds and angry kissing and biting. Their bodies drenched in sweat as Nick took his time and held off as long as he could, he loved sex with Tom and wanted it to last for as long as he could painfully hold back. The minutes flying past until Nick realised that Tom was beaten and couldn't take the fucking much longer. Raising Tom's head he slipped his arms around his neck holding Tom close to the side of his face, he softly kissed him on the cheek and finished off with a gentle fucking until Nick climaxed letting out a loud groan his body pushed forward keeping hold of Tom, his cock deep inside flooded the footman with his largest load yet after all the edging he had done. Even with his feet crossed over each other holding Nick in place his toes curled feeling the throbbing penis in his arse. Their faces covered in sweat holding on to each other tightly then rolling on their side still attached. The comfort of his body his arms soon had Nick drifting off to sleep. Tom laid there watching him for several minutes, his cock might have been soft but it was still large enough to stay lodged inside him. Knowing if he moved Nick would wake up, instead he settled down making himself comfortable as best he could in those muscular arms, a point that wasn't hard to do as far as he was concerned. He had gained more confident in Nick's presence watching the guy he could quite happily have a romantic involvement with him, despite the age gap that existed and Nick making it clear he wasn't looking for love or a boyfriend. It caught Tom by surprise thinking that way, he had never thought about boyfriends or being with someone. He was enjoying himself way too much to consider that. He wondered if these new strange thoughts he was having was a result of Marty now that he had Josh, Alex now had Max and Francis had Jackson. All around him gay couples were existing and it seriously gave him something to think about and put his entire life in to perspective. Putting all that aside he definitely didn't feel any romantic tendency towards Nick, he liked the sex and how Nick kept him on his toes never knowing what to expect. Certainly moving here was the last thing he had ever expected or to end up in bed with this hot protection officer, chuckling away and staring at Nick were his last thoughts as tiredness took over. Max rolled over and opened his eyes looking up at Alex who was sat crossed legged drinking coffee and watching him. Hs eyes slowly focusing and he giggled noticing Alex was naked apart from a Santa hat he was wearing this morning. "What time is it?" Max asked rubbing his eyes and sitting up. Alex leant forward and kissed him "9am and we have a busy day" he said handing Max his coffee. "Thanks" Max said taking a sip and licking his lips, "It's Christmas how can it be busy?". Alex put a Santa hat on Max "That's better" he said taking the cup from Max. Alex placed the cup on the bedside table then turned grinning at Max and grabbing his legs. Max laughed suddenly wide awake as Alex pushed his legs apart then kissed each one moving higher and closer to Max's cock that was already hard from his morning erection. Alex leant over and kissed him deeply whilst easing Max's legs up in to missionary position and working his cock until he found what he was looking for. Slowly he penetrated looking down at Max, his eyes full of love. Max pulled him down wrapping his arms around Alex and kissing him madly throughout the slow love making his boyfriend and prince performed on him. It was the wicked way he smiled down at Max as his orgasm breached the threshold and he collapsed on to top of Max being engulfed by his arms riding their sexual pleasure. Slowly Alex's body stopped shuddering from the his orgasm and he softly kissed him, both glistening with sweat when Max's video call on his phone started ringing. Alex sat up handing the phone to Max and carefully removing his cock. "You better answer that" Alex said reaching for the cup of coffee and taking a gulp. Max looked at the scree seeing it was Gareth, it too a few seconds to connect "Happy Christmas!" Max said. "Happy Christmas Maxy and what are you wearing?" Gareth asked laughing away at him, "You not up yet?". Max smiled "Just had wake up sex and I am in the Christmas spirit!" he exclaimed as Gareth laughed again. "With whom? I just spoke with your parents, where are you?" Gareth asked firing questions to him rapidly. Max looked at Alex who nodded "You must promise to keep this quiet!" Max remarked and Gareth nodded. "Hi!" Alex said coming in to view, "Happy Christmas Gareth". "No way!" Gareth shouted excitedly, "Are you together? Are you an item now?" he asked firing more questions. Gareth was stunned at the sudden appearance of Prince Alexander and beyond happy that Max had finally had some sense knocked in to him. But this was the last place he expected to find his best friend on Christmas day. They had a quick conversation and Max told him he was coming home on the 30th and would tell him everything then. Gareth took a stern tone and told Max to call his parents as they hadn't heard from him for a couple of days now. After hanging up Max video called his mother who didn't seem at all shocked that he had sorted himself out at last. Alex went to the bathroom during the call so he could have some privacy talking to his parents. "When are you coming home then?" Stephanie asked. "On the 30th, I may be bringing some people with me though" Max replied. Stephanie nodded "Well we have plenty of room just let me know. You are here for new year then?". "Yes for a few days I think" Max replied looking unsure. Lawrence appeared in the view "Well? Is it going well?" he asked. Max nodded "I believe so, we can talk more when I get home" he said but he could already see the look in his fathers face. Max knew exactly what his father was thinking "You are moving there aren't you?" Lawrence remarked. "Yes, everything has happened so quickly and they have invited me to stay" Max confirmed. Stephanie looked at Lawrence "Sam will be upset" she said. "Where is he?" Max asked, "Upstairs on his gaming console?" he asked and they nodded. "He won't admit he is missing you. We haven't told him anything yet" his mother advised. "Probably for the best at the moment" Max agreed with a concerned look on his face. Lawrence nodded "Well enjoy your Christmas and we will see you on the 30th" he said. Max hung up as Alex poked his head around the door "Invite them all over for my party" he said. "My parents?" Max asked getting off the bed and walking towards the bathroom. "Yes and Gareth, what about your other friend, Louis?" Alex asked. Max laughed "He is in Canada skiing" he said pausing, "There is my brother, can't leave him at home". "Brother?" Alex asked turning to look at Max, "Older, younger?" he asked surprised by this news. "Younger, he is only seventeen and a real teenage brat!" Max replied, "But I Love him though". Alex looked at him "Gobby little shit of a brother" Max added then laughed. "Can't wait to meet him!" Alex exclaimed grinning madly and kissing Max. "You might regret that!" Max said slapping Alex gently on the arse. Max walked in to the shower "Lets talk with my parents I am sure they can stay here" Alex said. They walked down to the family dining room where all the family had already gathered and noisily enjoying breakfast. Max again noticing the footmen addressing him as Sir and bowing their head as he walked behind Alex and waited to see what protocol Alex was taking and he stood a few meters from the table 'Good morning your majesties, your highnesses' he said bowing his head so Max followed his lead then they sat down. Half expecting it be like a normal day Max soon found his feet as they all wished each other a happy Christmas and chatted loudly, laughing and talking about the wrestling match the day before and ribbing Max on his poor performance. The king and queen stood to adjourn to the formal lounge reminding everyone that present swap was at 11am sharp and lunch at 2pm. After breakfast Alex and Max walked in to the formal lounge and joined the king and queen for coffee, they were both happy to have Max's parents and friend stay at the palace insisting they stay in the residence side and not the formal side where other guests and diplomats would be staying. It was yet another affirmation of Max being welcomed in to the family with open arms. Max strolled over to the windows and sat on the chaise over looking the snow blanketed ground, snow was still falling lightly but steady. "Pretty at this time of year" the queen said standing by Max, "How are you settling in?" she asked. Max was about to stand but she waved him to remain seated "Slowly. Scared to touch anything in case I break it". The queen laughed "Exactly how I felt. Max if you need anything you only have to ask" she said kindly. Max nodded "Thank you. Been years since I saw a white Christmas like this". The queen sat next to him "You know we always use to have snowball fight Christmas day" she remembered fondly. "Really!" Max remarked looking at her, "So what changed?" he asked. The queen smiled "The boys grew up Max. I guess they sort of grew out of it" she replied. Max chuckled "I bet they haven't you know!" he said glancing mischievously at her. "Well... I suppose we could do present swap after lunch" she said standing. Max watched as she walked over to the fireplace and pulled the call bell and asked the footman to find Jackson before returning to join Max on the chaise. "You do realise it will be royalty against household. That is if anyone turns up" the queen told him. Max smiled "Good, then I can get back at Liam and Franco for yesterday! he said smugly. "You majesty, sir" Jackson said, "You wished to see me?" he asked. The queen stood "Summon your men Jackson. 11am our the front and dressed for war!" she said wagging her finger. Jackson laughed "I have heard about these notorious fights" he replied bowing his head. He turned to leave "Jackson!" the queen called after him, "Be prepared!" she said laughing. Alex walked over "What is going on?" he asked as Alden walked over wondering what was happening. Max smirked "The snowball fight is back!" the queen said rubbing her hands, "Right dressing time". Alex and Alden whooped "Come on Max warm clothes" Alex said grabbing his hand and running out. Tom was walking past the formal lounge in the hurry "Your highnesses, sir" he said bowing. Alden walked up to him "Where are you going in such a hurry?" he asked. "To get ready to take you down!" Tom replied, "You are all going down!" he laughed walking off. "You better be ready Tom!" Alden called out after him. Many of the household remembered the annual snowball fight and in the their droves they piled out on the expansive snow covered lawn at the front of the palace. Marty and Josh even came up from the mews as word got back quickly and they were summoned to fight. The king recognising a wrapped up Josh commanded him to be on the royals side. A scene that hadn't been around for five years unfolded as the royals, Max, Josh and senior household staff stood at one side of the grounds at the front of the palace. Household staff and security faced opposite them some twenty meters away. Snowballs then suddenly started filling the air. Several tourists still out and about standing at the gates filmed the fight without realising that the entire royal family were there wrapped up in winter clothes. Roars of laughter filled the air and the amount of snowballs flying in the air increased. Liam was focused on getting Alex whilst Alex, Max and Josh focused on getting him, the result being hilarious as since Josh seemed to have an exceptional aim he got Liam nearly fifteen times. No one saw it coming as two snowballs appeared from nowhere, one hitting Alex on the side the other struck Nick on his back. The appearance had them all confused and for a brief moment they all stopped and looked around, apart from the sovereign guards at the door there was no one in sight. It was Nick who spotted one of the guards at the door had snow on his red gloves, he bent down and rolled a snowball and threw it at the guard who stood absolutely still as it landed on the door. The king laughed as both guards just stood there with straight faces and he wasn't going to put up with stealth snowballing from anyone, quickly he launched the snowball in his hand that hit the statue at the foot of the steps. It was Alex who threw a snowball at Nick just missing his groin that started them off again. After a few minutes two more snowballs appeared narrowly missing a target on each team. Alden quickly glanced up at the doors as the guards shuffled back in to place, within seconds snowballs were launched at the sovereign guards who despite all their ducking and diving were getting smashed with snow. The large entrance doors to the palace pitted with snowballs they continued being launched from the two teams at the poor guards who eventually hid behind the large marble pillars at the top of the steps. Max took advantage of Liam's distraction and struck him with two snowballs, a mistake he quickly learnt as the entire security team went to his aid and bombarded Max who fell on his back in the snow laughing so hard he was incapacitated to do anything about it. The king held up his hand to signify the end but everyone turned on him who tried running through the deep snow laughing his way back to the palace doors and ordering the sovereign guards to protect their king but they failed to appear from behind the pillars. From the window the dowager queen laughed to herself watching the scene bringing back many memories of the boys growing up. Once she thought it was safe the dowager queen walked outside and declared Josh as the winner and by default the royals won. Liam decided on one more snowball and got Josh dead square on his chest. Standing their with a satisfied smug look then laughing his head off he suddenly got bombed by numerous snowballs from his own team for unfair play. Jackson called out "Hot chocolate and cookies are waiting in the household dining room". He walked over to the king and queen "Your majesties I will send some to the formal lounge". "Nonsense" the queen said, "We will join you in the household dining room". Within ten minutes the dining room was full of household staff, Alden, Alex and Max were already there talking with Liam, Nick, Franco, Francis, Artem, Marty and Josh. The rest of the royal family arrived shortly after and as they came through the doors Max turned noticing his picture on the wall by the door along with all the other members of the royal family. Liam put his arm around Max's shoulder "Protocol board" he said taking him over to have a look. Max read it slowly "So does everyone go on here?" he asked, "And what is this board for?". "This one is for royal family only" Liam pointed out, "This one for guests staying in the palace". Max scratched his head "But I am a guest!" he remarked. "Certainly not!" the queen stated standing behind him, "You are part family member Max". "Your majesty" Liam said bowing his head, "May I show Max behind the scenes one day?" he asked. The queen smiled and nodded "Yes thank you Liam that is a kind offer" she replied. The two sovereign guards entered the dining room taking their gloves and hat off having changed guards on the doors. It was quite unusual to see any of them here at this time of day and the king immediately went over greeting them, so military were these guards they hardly socialised outside their own set. Both stood to attention saluted then bowed to the king. Alden had taken over the role as colonel in chief of the sovereign guards after completing military school, a role that the crown prince held until such time as he was crowned king then pass it would be passed down. "Break formality" the king informed them, "Come on hot chocolate over here" he said bringing them in. Alden walked over to the sovereign guards "Stealth bombing is a dirty tactic" he said grinning. Hannes looked serious "Apologies colonel" he said bowing his head. "My father told you to break formality" Alden replied, "What are your names?" he asked. "Hannes sir" Hannes replied. "George sir" George the other guard replied. "Here you go!" the queen said handing them each a mug of hot chocolate, "Cookies over there". "Hello Hans" Francis said standing behind him. "Francis, how are you?" Hannes asked smiling. Nick noticed Francis had gone over to talk to the very attractive looking guard and quickly picked up a little bit of an ease about them and guessing there was bed history. He tried to casually move around the room to get closer as he wanted to find out more about the guard but he was intercepted by Tom, for Nick this was one person who could distract him so easily and he had done. The sovereign guard had not gone unnoticed by Tom, Max and Alex either who were all inching to get closer and find out more about him. Late afternoon Alex laid on sprawled across the sofa in TV room off the formal lounge, his head resting on Max's lap who was mindlessly stroking it as they finished watching a film. The TV room was just as elegant as the formal lounge but with comfier sofas and a large screen TV where they watched a few programmes snuggled up in comfort. The day had certainly been non stop albeit at a royal pace, lunch went on for two hours then the present swap where even Max got new gloves, scarf, hat and a very expensive winter coat from the dowager queen. His presents had gone down a storm after heeding Liam and Nick's advice on what to buy them. For Alex it had been a perfect day and he had never felt so happy, he had no worries, no negative thoughts, simply happy ones as he turned his head and looked up at Max. "I want to marry you Max" Alex said slow and softly with conviction. Max smiled and looked down "Well I have two years to ask so you have to wait" he replied. Alex stroked his chin "I hope we won't have to wait that long!" he said. Max ran his hand up inside Alex's shirt caressing his chest "How long do we wait?" he asked. Alex gave a shrugging motion "Not sure, next year hopefully if you want to" he replied. "Of course I want to Alex" Max told him, "When I get the nerve to ask the king" he chuckled. Alex smiled "I know for sure they won't turn down your request" he said, "Whenever you do it". "Do I ask you first or get permission from the king before I ask you?" Max asked. "King first" Alex replied yawning, "Don't stop doing that" he said putting Max's hand back inside his shirt. The king and queen walked in to the TV room with Alden and smiled seeing their son and Max happily cuddled up. They came in to watch the news update at 6pm, it was also a way to see what was going on around Monrovia as well. Alden sat on the sofa with Alex and Max with Alex's legs across his lap whilst the king and queen sat opposite them. "You don't need to worry about it today" the queen said to the king making themselves comfortable. Alex raised his head "Worry about what?" he asked inquisitively. "Jurgen wants to retire by April" his father informed him. Alex laid his head back down "Well he has been looking after the grounds here for many years". "I know and I don't want to leave the ground or horticulture post vacant or give it to just anyone" the king said. Max heard the word horticulture not really in the conversation "Gareth does that sort of stuff" he said. The king and queen looked at Max and Alex chuckled "Gareth?" the queen asked. Max looked at them "Oh! Sorry I was rambling when I heard horticulture" he apologised. The king laughed "Well now you have got my attention. What does he do?". "I don't really know, something to do with the royal parks and gardens in London" Max said. The king nodded "He was talking about branching out, starting his own business" Max added. Their conversations stopped as the news report was starting. Many stories featured of happy people and celebrations going on around the country. The screen view switched to the Balenciaga palace and the news anchor announced 'After five years of being missed and always a highlight of our Christmas day broadcast, the palace grounds saw the royal snowball fight return with vengeance. The footage captured by some tourists out and about shows the two sides battling it out. We know for sure that the royal family were there and Joshua Franks was also present fuelling speculation that Prince Alexander and he are involved. The appearance of Joshua Franks with the royals on Christmas day is begging to ask the question if an announcement is coming soon from the palace. Whatever plays out it was good to see the snowball fight returning to the palace grounds, this year also saw the sovereign guards on duty at the palace doors become the target after throwing a couple of snowballs when no one was looking'. The king sat there chuckling away and pleased that they had made the news on Christmas day. "Speaking of Josh I am going to see him during the week about my dress" the queen announced. Alex sat up "Did he agree to design you one then?" he asked. "Yes" she said happily, "Hopefully in time for your birthday Alex". Alex rolled his eyes "I am going to be upstaged by my mother!" he complained giggling. There was a knock at the door "Ah!" Alden sitting up, "Stollen cake has arrived at last!". "Sorry Max, stollen first you second" Alex said rolling off and on to the floor. The footman walked in with a tray of coffee and chefs cherry and almond stollen cake. Max tried a piece for the first time, his mouth suddenly filled with a taste that was like Christmas in one bite. As the evening wore on it was just like being at home, sat on the sofa watching rubbish on the TV and just chilling out, with one difference this year, he had a boyfriend. He was still finding it amusing that in the room was a king, a queen and two princes, no matter how he looked at the situation he was just bowled over each time and couldn't comprehend this was happening to him. Certainly he never imagined having a boyfriend either. By morning the sun was shining and being reflected off the fresh snow that had been falling steady until the early hours of the morning. Artem was surprised to see Max awake and dressed in a bath robe looking at the view across the grounds. Alex woke and sat up in bed with a cup of coffee as Artem announced he wanted to run through the London trip, Max came and sat on the bed next to Alex. Artem was certainly organised Max found as he reeled off that they would be flying on the morning of the 30th at 10.15am, on arrival they would be taken by embassy car to Max's home. New Years Eve the were to attend the Monrovian Ambassadors New Year Ball then fly back on the 2nd January at 1pm. "Why?" Alex asked, "Why the ball, who told him we were coming to the London?". Artem tutted "You know the protocol Alex, the ambassador has to be informed of royalty visiting". "I am not wearing royal dress!" Alex stated adamantly. "Just the brooches will suffice" Artem said, "Max your family are being invited today". Max laughed "That is going to make them happy!" he said, "One up on the neighbours". Artem laughed "One thing though" he continued, "Liam, Nick and Franco will need to travel with you". "Yes I know" Alex said confirming he had already been advised by the king. "The king and queen made it a condition, Franco is going to learn the ropes" Artem informed them. Max looked pensive "I should call my parents and make them aware" he said tapping his chin. "Oh!" Artem looked up, "Err... I have already done that and the embassy security are visiting them". Max smirked "Did you get an earful before they knew who you were?" he asked. "They didn't believe who I was at first, but they were polite" Artem replied, "Hope it is okay?". Max nodded "I suppose they will have to get use to you organising them" he said then laughed. "Yeah thanks to you my workload has doubled" Artem said laughing away, "Both of you are a handful!". "Are you coming with us Artem?" Alex asked him. "No, I am not missing new year here!" Artem replied, "You will have to dress yourself!". "I am not stupid Artem. I can put on clothes" Alex responded grinning at him, "Are you sure?". "Yes" Artem replied, "And this came for you Alex" he said holding an envelope for Alex. Alex looked at the envelope that was from FilmAtion Studios in Los Angeles, he had forgotten all about Felipe's invite to his new premier at the end of January. Alex opened the envelope and read the invitation inside from the FilmAtion where they had secured one of the presidential suites at the Four Seasons for 4 nights, a film set tour and VIP tickets for the premier and the party afterwards. "Fancy a trip to LA?" Alex asked looking at Max, "Our first official engagement together". Max shrugged peering over Alex shoulder "I think it is expected of me" he replied. "Certainly is if you want to be my boyfriend!" Alex remarked ginning at him "Artem can you make the arrangements, I guess Liam, Franco and yourself as well" Alex suggested. Artem nodded "The studio are paying for everything so a couple more tickets should be okay". Artem stood up "You going to tell him?" he asked, "About Felipe" he added. Max chuckled "He has told me all about Felipe in Madrid and London!" he remarked. Alex just sat there grinning "I expect Washington as well for 2 nights?" he said looking at Artem. "Yes" Artem replied, "Dinner at the embassy with the ambassador" he confirmed. Max looked at Artem "Protocol to pay a visit to the ambassador in their country" he advised Max. Max went with the flow over the next few days and followed Alex around like a lost puppy at times. The dowager queen spent several hours each day with him going through protocols so he could better understand when it was heeded and when it was relaxed, how to act at afternoon tea, dinner events and how to meet people in his position. Alex would attend some of the time and would watch how his grand mother interacted so easily with Max, it would evident that they had a fondness for each other and a shared love of art. In part the dowager queen was quietly assessing his skills with various pieces of art when they walked around the palace public rooms, as patron of art and culture it was on her say so that Max was being offered the job being lined up for him. As the dowager queen had put it to the board of directors at the museum, she would rather someone she knew took the position than an outsider wandering around the palace touching things. They were working their way back to the private residences of the palace when the queen appeared with her protection officer. "Still touring Max?" she asked smiling. "Your majesty" Max said bowing his head, "Yes, the dowager queen is teaching me a lot!" he claimed. The queen chuckled "How about coming with me to see Josh?" she suggested. "Yes thank you" Max replied and as if by magic Franco came striding across with a footman. "I did take the liberty of assuming you wouldn't say no" the queen chuckled. Max chuckled "Well you are the queen so I can not really say no" he replied. The footman helped Max on with his coat "What have you orchestrated?" the dowager queen asked. "I don't know what you mean mother!" the queen replied with a glint in her eye. The dowager queen folded her arms "Okay! A drip feed was done of my visit" the queen admitted. Max chuckled "Are you exposing me?" he asked. "Exposing!" the queen replied trying to keep a straight face, "Only getting you seen". "Look after him Helena!" the dowager queen advised taking her leave. Max walked with the queen "What about Alex... sorry Prince Alexander" he asked. "He knows. Max you may refer to him as Alex now in private with us" she reminded him. The royal car stood outside the front doors waiting and the footmen and sovereign guard bowed as they passed by and got in. The protection officers sitting up front which Max found bizarre having only travelled in the car with them by his side. As soon as the car moved the queen raised the partition to stop them overhearing anything. "Tell me Max, how did you win over the dowager so quickly?" the queen asked. Max glanced at her and smiled "What do you mean?" he questioned, "Have I won her over?". The queen chuckled "She danced with you at the ball and taken you under her wing. You have won her over". "Seriously I have no idea, maybe the link with art" Max suggested. The queen nodded "It took months before she would even take tea with me when I met the king". "Stickler for protocol or protecting him?" Max asked quite bravely. "Lets just say she was cautious of me, I mean he was the crown prince back then and I was nobody" she replied. Max nodded "I like her, she has quite the sense of humour gossiping about the past monarchs". The queen laughed "Yes and Alex is a chip off her shoulder" she replied. There was a moments silence "Is it too much for you Max. I am worried as I know what it is like?" she asked. Max looked at her "Honestly I am okay, anxious a little as I don't know what is coming up". "It will be manic when news breaks Max, I can't pretend otherwise" the queen informed him. "I see what happens with British royalty" Max replied, "I hope I can count on you for support?". The queen smiled "Absolutely Max, this is why I wanted you to come, get a feel for it gently". "I appreciate everything you are all doing for me" Max spoke with genuine sincerity. The queen looked at him and opened up more about telling him that being seen with queen today will help take some of the pressure off when the prince and he are seen together officially. She went serious remembering to him how she never had that chance to be broken in softly but the dowager queen eventually stepped in and help guided her when she realised the then crown prince was serious about her. The queen chuckled explaining how Alden is like his grandfather, sometimes too focused since he was brought up knowing his responsibility to the crown and country. How in the last few weeks Alden had chilled out a bit and that has made him a better person all round. Where Alex had more freedom growing up and his grandmother adores him and can not do anything wrong as far as she is concerned. Max listened so intently and began to understand that the queen was much like himself stepping in to this crazy royal world for the price of love. It was the conversation where Max and the queen cemented a close bond. On the outside she was elegant and completely royal knowing her position and influence, inside she was charming and showed a sense of humour and genuine friendliness to him. "All I see is how much love there is in this family despite all the royalness" Max said. The queen nodded and smiled "Right, don't forget Max stand up straight and smile". "Got it! Max replied chuckling, "Do you know what the dress is like?" he asked. The queen looked at him "I haven't a clue Max, something tells me to trust Josh". Max nodded as the royal car pulled up outside Josh's boutique and noticed there was a handful of press eagerly waiting. The protection officers moved quickly out of the car and opened the door allowing the queen to exit and take a few steps smiling at the cameras. Max slid over the seat and exited the car and the cameras turned to him snapping away, he stood up straight and smiled acknowledging them but ignoring the questions now being fired as to who he was. Walking side by side with the queen they entered the boutique where Josh was waiting and he beamed seeing Max turning up as well. Josh walked over and bowed addressing them both then Max hugged him, the press outside still taking photos until they disappeared through to Josh's studio. "Well that was weird" Max said laughing nervously. The queen chuckled "Well done Max. Josh are you ready to reveal it?" she asked excitedly. Josh looked nervously at her "I hope you will like it" he said unveiling the mannequin. Instantly the queen's expression changed in to one of delight as she looked at the deep red colour of the ball gown, what blew her mind was the full cut off the left shoulder and sleeve that was replaced by the deep purple lace embroidery. It contrasted with the dress so spectacularly that the queen stood there bowled over admiring it. Josh looked on anxiously wondering what the queen thought as he was silent and studying it closely. Max walked up and looked closer "Josh this is quite amazing" he said looking at him. The queen nodded slowly "I am speechless Josh, no one ever dared dress the queen like this before". "Sorry is it too much?" Josh asked, "I can change it and make it a full gown without the cut". "You will do no such thing Josh" the queen replied looking at him, "I love it" she said "Is the colour alright?" Josh asked nervously, "And the design?". "It is perfect, I love how the dark red and purple contrast" she enthused still looking at it. Josh breathed huge sigh of relief "Actually Josh it is magnificent!" the queen implored. He was slightly taken back for sure "I still need to do some minor alterations" Josh advised. "When can we have the fitting?" the queen asked looking at him. "In two days if that is agreeable your majesty" Josh replied. "Yes, perfect. Send my secretary the details and I will see you at the palace" the queen responded. Josh smiled then handed a mask to the queen "I took the liberty of making this" he said. The mask matched the colours in the dress "Superb!" the queen said smiling. Max nodded "Very exquisite, Josh is a great designer and this is lovely". "What are you wearing to the party Max?" the queen asked now looking at some of the suits. Max handed the mask back to Josh "Haven't got a clue" he replied. The queen tutted "Well when you get back from the UK we can go and find you something" she suggested. "Thank you" Max replied kindly. "Josh do you have this suit in Max's size please and add it my account" she replied. Josh smiled "Of course. Nice choice Max" he said to a protesting Max being shut down by the queen. "You need something to wear for the flight home Max" the queen informed him. It was over so quickly and they walked back through the boutique with the queen chatting away to Max and Josh then nodding at Max asking if he was ready. Franco opened the door and they walked back out in to the cold crisp air and the waiting photographers all repeating asking who Max was. In one quick moment the queen stopped and told them she was having a dress designed by Joshua Franks for Prince Alexander's birthday then gracefully she stepped in to the car and Max walked around to the other side and got in. "Nicely done!" Max said giggling, "Dropping that in like that, I never saw it coming". "The element of surprise to take the focus away" the queen said chuckling. The following day Max found his face splashed all over the countries press and some international ones that picked up the story where they had royal correspondents reporting. The speculation as to who this young man was was lost in the small narrative about the queens quick visit to the boutique. Max simply stared at the papers all morning partly giggling away to himself and keeping the royal family amused as he read each one over and over. Simply put he found it strange seeing his photograph in the paper standing next to the queen, he was soon to learn how different it was being in the press hidden in the palace then when he was out exposed in public. The biggest part of the news though was the queen dropping that Josh was designing a dress for the royal celebration on the 10th January. Fashion houses and designers all over the world would read this and start paying more attention to this Joshua Franks. By lunchtime Josh had already received a commission to design a dress for a celebrity, he was on the fence about it and decided to hold off accepting any commissions. After all he was currently doing a commission for the royal family except the dowager queen and princess Marie.

Chapter 1 A couple weeks ago the kid got his first taste of being a whore and what it was like being a parTy pig. He felt bad for a couple days but after that youth took over and he wanted to play again. He contacted me and asked when the next party would be. I told him that we usually got together once a month or so. Work and schedules are sometimes had to get together.. I asked him if he saw the pics and vids of his first time being an out of control slut. He said that he had seen them. Part of it he couldn’t remember but what parts he did was great and that he wanted to do more the net time. He said a couple guys that were at the party stopped at his place and one bent him over the arm of his couch and dry fucked him. He said it hurt but it kinda felt good at the same time. I asked him when this was and he said it was on Wednesday after the party. I told him his ass was probably still sore from the action of the prior weekend. He said the second guy used the Cum of the first guy as lube so it didn’t hurt any. He said that cum was dripping down his legs after they were done with him. I asked him if they gave him anything to help and he didn’t think so. I asked him ow they got a hold of him and he said the somehow had his email address. I told him I had given them it He was disappointed that the next party would be a while off. I asked him what he would like to try next time, what he remembered from the first time he liked. He said he liked it all and that Frank was great. He remembered all the nasty talk he was saying and how great it felt. He said he wasn[A1] ’t expecting anything like the slam. He said all he remembered is that all of a sudden he wanted his ass to take a bull sized cock. He said he wanted more and also wanted to try the sling next time. I told him that after a while we didn’t have him restrained much, just enough to keep him from slipping off the pads. If he got into the sling he would probably be hog tied in a way that anything the guys wanted to do to him would happen. He said “ That sounds great “. I reminded him what happened the last time and he said his insides are aching to get everything again. He also said that there was a strange craving for the wild sex again He asked me about the marks on this butt and how long they would take to wash off. I told him probably a couple weeks. I wasn’t really sure. He said he was with his girl friend and had the lights off when they got in bed. He said he never fucked so long and came so much. She was amazed. I asked if he was bareback and he said she is on the pill so we don’t worry about it. He said he wanted to put it up her bubble butt but she would not let him. I told him “ That is why so many married guys are bi or gay. Wives don’t want sex and rarely give up the back door”. I asked him if he looked at the marks on his ass and he said in the mirror and he said it was difficult to see it. Texted him a pic I had on my phone. He looked at it. For a minute he was quiet. I asked him if he was still on the call and he said yes. He said “ I had a lot up my ass”. I said “ Yes you did . Do you see the marks on both sides”? He was a bit quiet and said “ Yes “ . I asked him to count the numbers under each side. “ He said 3 under a NEG side and 11 under the POZ side “. I asked him if he remembered telling me he wanted to get knocked up like the stories, he said “ Yes “. He was very quiet about his answers. I asked him if he remembered all the times I asked him if he wanted to stop? He again said “ YES”. I think the realization of what all went on was hitting him. He said it was so much fun he was still craving more. I told him that the bath houses in the next town were a fun place to go if he wanted to try again. I told him to think it over and let me know.

I’m Brad and I run a gay sex club in a bunker. Little did I know I had an admirer in the flats across the road. It was revealed one Saturday afternoon as I was setting up when a message came through to the clubs public feed on social media saying “those Chads are so into themselves that they even use each other”. I was a bit confused by this and clicked onto his profile and found he had a blog. The first page I clicked on was titled “Man why do they always blueball me?” and read “I go chasing those girls, buy them drinks, chat to them all evening and then they just friendzone me and go home with the chiseled, muscle jock with the perfect arms and the toned abs”. What a loser! I looked at his article “what is a chad?” His post said “those perfect guys you see at the gym – great jawlines, perfect abs, biceps like mountains. And don’t get me started when their bulge shows through their sweatpants. Man, no wonder I don’t have a girlfriend when they can take them all”. I thought I could have some fun with this lad so replied, “oi, say that to my face, or my perfect arm if that’s all you can manage”. To my surprise I received a reply saying “yeh, mate, sorry I will”. I told him to ask for Brad at the entrance. That evening the desk lad, a twinky pup that draws the bears in, brought him into the club. He looked so scrawny next to all the bears and muscle jocks but would fit in well with the pups. We met in the bar area – the real action takes place downstairs but he wasn’t ready for that. I asked “how old are you and what’s your name?”. He told me it was Tom and he was 23. I said “so you’re here because you were disrespectful”. He said “yes, sorry – I shouldn’t have posted that on the clubs feed”. I told him to go on and he continued “sorry… sir?”. I replied “good boy, learning quick”. He hung his head. I went on “so you always end up leaving blueballed? How does that make you feel?”. He replied “sad sir”. I said “well looks like its gonna end up that way again tonight, I can’t reward you for bad behavior”. He laughed and said “I didn’t expect sex here, you’re all guys”. I said “strange, your blog talks a lot about perfect biceps and chiseled abs – just assumed. If you wanna learn what girls see in them you can kiss and hold mine”. Tom nervously approached and grasped one of my biceps in both his hands and then kissed it and then knelt down and kissed by abs while sliding a hand down his grey tracksuit bottoms. I decided it was time to move on. I asked if he wanted a tour of the club and he nodded. I showed him the pup play area, the sling where two burly men were playing and some benches, one with spanking and one with a bear breeding a twink. I asked him what he noticed and he answered “the men who fuck are the bigger men, bigger muscles and bigger cocks”. I laughed and said “aww is yours small”? He pulled his grey trackies down and said “yeh, this maggot is why I get blue balled”. I said “bet you still go home and wank”. He nodded sheepishly. I said “I’m gonna blue ball you with a purpose this time if you’ll let me – I’m gonna lock your shrimp away in this little cage and in a weeks time I’ll unlock it and we can see whether you’re still thinking about girls or whether its my alpha muscles and scent that your thinking about”.

"Fuck, Tedd. Where'd you find this guy?" "I fucked him at John's Superbowl party!" "I thought you guys were having one of your stupid fights?" "Well I apologized and he invited me to his Superbowl party and I fucked this guy at it." My new friend was fucking my ass long and deep. "Is that true dude?" he asked me. Tedd got in the front passenger door and leaned around to aim his phone at my face. I put my head in my hands. He speeded up. "Yeah, that's true" Tedd finally answered for me. The stranger fucking me bare was about to cum. "oh fuck, I'm about to cum!" "shh please be quieter!" I finally snapped, throwing him off. "Sorry, dude, of course" he stage whispered. "Don't worry. You got a big-ass house. The sound isn't gonna travel that far, bud." Tedd reassured. My immediate concern returned to the penis inside me. "oh fuck, I'm about to cum!" he whispered, this time fulfilling the promise. After a few moments he withdrew. "You guys gotta go." ******* "You're going to John's again?!" Sally was completely exasperated. In the couple months since the Superbowl--and after about a full week to recover from my over-eager escapades--I'd been going over regularly. Under some weird "homos before hoes" code, he said I could fuck there and he'd keep his mouth shut. I kind of believed that at first, but I'm pretty sure he just got off on idea of me getting used by gay men in secret while he hung out and got all the details of my sudden addiction to taking loads. A new episode of ***** came out and all the guys are over. "You know I liked you better when you were homophobic!" We were both taken aback. Sally's tone softened. "That was really uncalled for. I'm so sorry." I gave a sympathetic look. "I know it's tough right now. But honestly I think one problem is that we're together so much of the time and it's good for us to have more time apart...." "Yeah, sure" she said, distracted. "Why don't you call *****?.... Bye hun!" ******** "Are you gay?" She sounded tipsy and she almost never drank. I'd just walked in. I'd had sex with Tedd and another man. "What?" Sally was on the couch in the living room, something was paused on the TV. "Are you gay? Did you just have sex with Tedd?" "What?" "Did Tedd fuck you in the ass tonight?" "What is this about?" I asked, cringing in anticipation of what had given me away. "It's just that John used to say he was the biggest slut and wouldn't spend time on anything but trying to get laid. And then you guys are hanging out all the time!" Good god, she actually didn't know anything! I just about gave up everything. "Baby come on! He paws at me occasionally but I just slap his hand away" I said lightly. "Anyway, John loves exaggerating most of all." "..." "We just hang out. John happens to be gay. His friends are mostly gay! So I hang out with a lot of gay guys!... I thought this was a positive development?!" ********* The confrontation with Sally shook me. I quit going over to John's and blocked Tedd's number. If he wanted to use it, he had complete leverage over my life. But that risk was unmanageable so decided to ignore it. I got tested under a fake name and almost couldn't believe my luck that I was neg. I honestly wasn't sure how many different men had ejaculated in me. It was at least 5 but maybe 6. I repeatedly declined prep, convincing myself but apparently nobody else that my recommitment to my wife was iron-clad. ********* Straight things happened... for a while they were exciting. But soon my mind wandered back to the overwhelming feeling of Tedd's dick opening up my asshole. Squirming in ecstatic discomfort as he made reassuring noises. I had to remind him of my name like 5 more times after that. Most of all, I wanted him to cum inside me. I didn't know how I knew that, but I knew it with absolute certainty. I was just another hole of course in Tedd's grand scheme, but in that moment he wanted to cum inside me just as much.

Finally a good night that I've long been craving. Got 5 loads last night and took 10 cock at the local bar for Blackout. Heading out again this evening, looking to add to the count.

I used to be worried about going to the sauna or out cruising or hitting the nudist beach and bumping into someone I knew, but clearly if I did then we’d have something else in common, so why worry? It has taken me a while to reach that conclusion-perhaps that’s what happens when you get a bit older and don’t give a shit about what people think about you anymore. Don’t think I’ve got any boundaries - as long as everyone involved is comfortable and enjoying it, go for it!

Fuck Flus all around All the gifters settled back in, and we checked on how the other guys were doing. The first few days after the Thanksgiving week everyone was fine. But then it began to hit… The first to go down was Gus, but then, he had gotten several loads from me both during the party and after. He was snuggled in our room, Rob on one side, me on the other as another wave of chills came over him. “You guys gave me your virus, didn’t you?” he asked, point blank. “What do you mean?” I asked him “You and Rob, probably some other guys on the team too. I know that you all got sick for a couple of weeks, and never at the same time. You all have HIV and are getting the rest of the team infected too.” “Yea, too late now. Jon and Seth got it when they were freshmen, ironically from the same guys that infected us. Rob and I got it the start of the school year, and Chris and James got it from me and Rob. You mad about it?” “Nah, kinda hot that you guys set up that little party to stealth all us guys. Some of them may not figure out what is going on, just think they got a bug while home.” “Yea, that was kinda the idea.” Rob said as his hand wandered down to Gus’ cock. “See you are rock hard. Want to get some more viral cum in you while you ride out your fuck flu?” “Fuck Yeah! Want both of you to give me more, help make me really toxic so I can pass it on too. Have some assholes I would love to pass it on to back home over Christmas.” I turned Gus so he was facing me, his ass open for Rob. I had already given him the loads that got him here, so why not let Rob enjoy giving him the first of his Fuck Flu loads. I began to kiss Gus as Rob spit on his hand and rubbed it on his cock. He positioned it at Gus’ hole and began to push. Gus groaned into our kiss as his hole opened up and let Rob in. I could feel his precum leaking out as Rob bottomed out, his balls hitting Gus’ hole. He gave Gus a few moments to get used to it then began to pound his ass. “Gonna add my strain to your toxic body.” Rob said as he began to pound Gus. “Yeah, add it to me, make me so fucking toxic” Gus replied. For the next 10 minutes or so, the only sounds in the room were the sloppy kissing from Gus and me, and the slap of Rob’s balls on Gus’ taint. “Here it comes, flooding you with my load!” Rob exclaimed as he shoved balls deep and began to shoot his cum into Gus. Gus Moaned into the kiss as he felt Rob’s cock throb with each pulse. We laid there for a few minutes, Rob slowly softening in Gus. Gus held on to me tight, resting against me as he fell in to a exhausted slumber from the battle his body was losing to our virus. Rob gently withdrew from him, and we kissed over his body. “Wonder what some of the other guys are doing right now?” Rob asked as we settled down and let Gus recover. … The next day we had a team meeting, and most of the guys did not look well as we sat on the bleachers with Coach Davis in front of us telling us about the practice schedule and what we would need to be doing till the season started after the Christmas holiday. The six of us and Gene, Jason and Don were the only ones who didn’t look like we were dealing with an illness. Coach Davis finished up, and dismissed us all, telling everyone to rest up and be ready to start practices. He asked Seth to join him in his office while the rest of us milled around a bit. I overheard a couple of the guys complaining about the flu they were dealing with, and wondering if it was something they caught at home or maybe from the Night at Seth’s. Rob and I grabbed Gus and were about to head back to the dorm when Alex walked up to us. “Hey Tom, got a sec?” he asked. “Sure,” I said “you guys go ahead I will meet you in a few.” Alex and I walked away from the rest of the guys still hanging out. “What’s up?” I asked him. “I have been feeling like shit for the past few days, and I remember back at the start of the year you kinda had similar symptoms. Some of the other guys may not know it, but I think I know what is going on.” “Yeah? What do you think?” “I think that you and the other guys got us all together to make this team all Poz. And I think it is the hottest thing ever!” “Well, Yeah, the six of us did all set you guys up to get Pozed. Glad you think it is hot. So why did you want to talk to me about it?” “Because I want another load of toxic cum from you, and probably any of the other poz guys.” “Sounds good to me. Your room good?” “Yeah, we can go back to my room.” I followed Alex back to his room, and the minute the door was closed we were all over each other. Stripping each other naked, our rock hard cocks ready to go. Alex’s body had the warmth of his fuck flu that still raged inside him, but his body was raring to go. I pushed Alex back on the bed and raised his legs in the air. I dove in and began to eat his hole, getting it ready for my cock. He moaned as my tongue entered his body. Soon his hole was open and ready for my cock. I spat on my cock, lined it up, and slowly slid in. “Oh god!” he moaned “that is what I need a toxic cock getting in me! Never even knew I wanted this till the flu took over, now it is all I think about.” “Going to give you another dose of toxic cum, make sure you are nice and potent once you are done converting.” I said as I began to slide in and out of his jock ass. “Fuck Yea! Give me more of that Poz cum! Get me nice and toxic!” I pounded his ass as hard as I could, really driving my cock in rough and deep. I looked down and there was a few drops of blood sticking to my cock as I pulled out. “Your hole is getting all bloody form me fucking you, gonna get more of this poz cum directly into you, make sure you are really potent.” I said as I looked back into his eyes and fucked him even harder than before if possible. A little while later, I said ”Here it comes Alex, giving you more of my toxic cum!” With that, I shoved in one more time and began to fill him up. We lay there for a moment, my cock slowly softening after flooding his bloody guts with more charged spunk. I could feel his hard cock throbbing between us. I slowly pulled out of his ass, my cock dotted with pink cum. I kissed him and moved to straddle his legs. I spit on his cock and lined it up with my hole. Sinking onto his cock, he moaned. “fuck, you gonna take my converting seed buddy?” Alex asked “Hell Yea, your cock is rock hard and feels like it needs to shoot some of that charged cum. Gonna mix your bug back in with mine.” Alex just laid there, moaning and occasionally thrusting up, but mostly let me control the fuck. I think he was a little tired to be honest. But far too soon, he moaned that he was going to cum. I rode him even harder and soon felt his cock begin to pulse as he shot his newly Poz seed into me. I collapsed onto him and we kissed as his cock finished shooting in me, and slowly got soft. I rolled off him and we cuddled for a bit till he fell asleep. I covered him up, got dressed, and headed back to my room, where I found Gus asleep in our bed, Rob doing some schoolwork. I kissed him, and told him what had happened. “So, looks like another one of the converts is happy with the results. Lets hope the rest of them don’t come after us.” Rob said. “Something tells me that the ones who figure out the truth will be happy for it, and the ones who are clueless will refuse to admit that anything could have happened.” I replied as I stripped and got into doing my own schoolwork. Things were going to definitely be interesting the next couple of weeks till Winter break.

"I think I'm gonna cancel. I don't care who wins and besides, tomorrow's Valentine's day. Let's snuggle up and watch it together." This was my usual bullshit and she wasn't having any of it. "This is your usual bullshit," she said patiently. "You know you'll have fun. You love John!" "..." "Frankly I'm offended you tried to use Valentine's day. Have some self respect." She was genuinely kidding. I laughed and said, "I admit I panicked. But you're right. John is awesome and I should go." John was awesome and I did want to go. ***** He was right around the corner. We had a six pack in the fridge so I grabbed that and walked over. I knocked a couple of times and he opened the door. "Hey! I didn't think you'd come. How's Sally?" "Oh she's great. She sends her regrets but would rather die than watch the Superbowl." John laughed more than he needed to and I came inside. There were only a couple of other guys there. He hadn't said, but I assumed John would have a bigger crowd but in fact there were just a two other guys. Both of them were like visibly gay. John didn't read as gay. Big and burly, he seemed like one of the guys. I definitely wasn't homophobic but I felt a little uncomfortable because I sometimes had gay fantasies. I'd never acted on them but at this point in my life I kinda figured why not... And I had a crush on John... And I think he knew it. We were all enjoying John's margaritas and I realized going over without eating lunch had been a mistake. One of the other guys, Tedd, took a liking to me. He was maybe mid 30s, but with a youthful look. i liked his tattoos and told him so. John was being his usual charming self and made sure my drink stayed full. He also made sure to be cool, cornering me as I came back from the bathroom and saying seriously "Hey, Tedd wants to fuck you. That's fine with me but I know you and Sally have a good thing going so think twice.. and make sure you know what you're in for." My tongue was loosened by the Tequila. "Tedd is fucking hot." Then I lied. "Sally knows I mess around with guys." He reached his hand back and down my jeans. His finger probed my anus. My dick started to stiffen. "He's got a big dick and you're really tight.... But alright faggot, have fun!" He said brightly. **** I wandered back into the living room as John's other friend was leaving. "Tell John I said bye. I've got a shift." I sat back on the couch. It was half-time. I was so horny and drunk and nervous I'd lost track of the game. Tedd sat next to me and got right to it, undoing his pants and pulling out his cut dick. I stared, frozen for a moment. He grabbed my head and gently pushed down. I scrambled down and sucked his penis into my mouth. My first time. It was harder than my girlfriends and wife made it seem! I struggled to take him as he got hard. He kept calling me "Bud". It was weird. "Suck my cock, bud." "Yeah that's it, bud." "You want to get fucked in the ass, bud?" My heart skipped a beat. I pulled my mouth off him and said "Yes... But here?" "Oh it's fine. John knows what's up. He said he was gonna work out. His equipment is in the garage." "Don't worry. I'll get some lube, bud." He headed into John's bedroom and I heard him in some drawers. I kicked off my shoes and undid my jeans. I pulled them off with my underwear leaving me nude from the waist down. I pulled off my shirt next. I was buck naked in my gay neighbors place waiting to get fucked in the ass by a man. My heart was pounding. He came back with a big pump tub of lube and what I recognized from gay porn I'd watched as poppers. Tedd maneuvered my body so I was on my knees on the couch facing the back. "Does John have any condoms?" "I didn't find any, bud." He squirts a glob of lube on his hand and slops it on my hole and slicks up his cock. He comes up behind me and hands me the poppers. "This'll make it easier, bud." I inhaled and my head spun for a minute. He slid inside me. Tedd fucked me hard, slapping against my ass. His dick was big and uncomfortable inside me but I loved it. It was hot knowing he was fucking me bare. He was definitely going to breed me, I was sure of that. I could tell he was close. I could tell he was trying not to cum. He didn't last. He pounded my hole for a few seconds and then pulled out. I stayed still, panting, as he jerked more cum against my hole. "fuck, you've got a tight hole, bud."

I have a high volume of men breeding me weekly already but yes there are sometimes I'm so insatiable it becomes my very reason for living at that moment. Those times I'm just rabid for cock in any way and I greatly increase the number of men in offering my ass to daily. I totally get it.

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“It needs some time to warm up.” Raymond was unsure what to do. Having had his hair pulled twice and choked hard enough to elicit feelings bordering on fear, he was more than intrigued by what was unfolding. “He wouldn’t actually hurt me. This is all part some elaborate role-playing scenario, right?” he thought. Nelson had guided Raymond to the large bathroom mirror over the sink. Standing behind him, Nelson slowly unbuttoned Raymond’s jeans. Raymond looked down to see Nelson’s nimble fingers at work. “Look at me,” Nelson said and with his left hand he reached under Raymond’s left arm, found his way to his flat stomach, up to his pecs and then finally rested, once again, on his throat. He held Raymond in place while he stared at him through the mirror. Raymond’s eyes stared back, a mixture of fear and excitement. Nelson squeezed just a bit, causing Raymond to arch his back slightly and extend his neck upward just a bit. With his right hand, Nelson pulled the zipper down and Raymond’s jeans fell to the bathroom floor. Raymond glanced in the mirror and saw himself, almost every single muscle on his torso was tensed, letting himself be controlled by a relative stranger. He looked down and saw Raymond loop his pointer finger between his black boxer briefs and his flesh. He closed his eyes and shuddered. As quickly as his eyes closed, they shot back open due to the pressure on his neck and the intense squeezing of nuts. “I said look at me!” Nelson squeezed both hands, one to cause pain and the other to stifle any painful cries. Raymond tried to twist and pull away, but Nelson’s leg met the back of Raymond’s right knee, causing him to buckle and loose a few inches of height. Nelson used the leverage to hinge Raymond backward, still gripping his throat and crotch tightly. Despite the pain, Raymond was surprised to feel his cock go rigid, something that was not lost on Nelson. As Raymond made eye contact, Nelson eased his grips, but still kept his prey bent back slightly. He moved his hand up and began to palm the length of Raymond’s stiff cock through the fabric of his boxer briefs. “Well, well, well. Look what we have here,” he said as he groped Raymond’s dick. Raymond pumped his hips forward ever so slightly, trying to get as much of Nelson’s hand on his dick as possible. “Tsk, tsk, tsk. There will be time for that and by the look and feel of it, you’re into this. But if this is going to go any further, I need you to agree to some ground rules.” Raymond began to speak, but Nelson squeezed his throat once more. “A simple nod will do. Do you understand?” A nod. “You’re here because you want to be here.” A nod. “I am in charge.” A nod. “You trust me.” A nod. “Close your eyes. Don’t open them until I say so” A nod. Raymond felt the hand move from his throat and he took a deep breath. Moments later he felt two of Nelson’s fingers in his mouth, shoving something toward the back of his throat. “Swallow.” Nelson felt the small pill make its way passed his throat. He was then turned around and felt Nelson’s body heat close to his face. “Open your mouth.” Raymond complied, opening wide to let Nelson know he had swallowed the pill he gave him. But he was more than surprised when he first heard, then felt, Nelson spit into his open mouth. His spit was warm and slightly salty. He began to swallow but was immediately halted when he felt a vice grip on his crotch and his eyes shot open. “I didn’t say swallow. And I said to open your eyes when I say so.” He gave another squeeze, causing Raymond to close his eyes in pain. He held his grip a few seconds longer. “Open your mouth.” He spit once more, waiting to see if he would swallow. He didn’t “Good boy. Use your tongue to rub my spit over all your teeth and mouth.” Raymond complied. “Now swallow and open your eyes.” Nelson stood before him, still fully clothed and more menacing than before. “Get in the shower. Clean up and clean out. You have 25 minutes.” Nelson turned, opened the bathroom and disappeared down the hall. Raymond stepped out of his jeans and peeled his boxer briefs off his body and felt his still rigid cock slap against his lower abs. He looked in the mirror and was thankful he had spent so much time in the gym. He gave his cock a quick tug and admired himself. At almost 8 inches with a decent thickness, Raymond began to slowly stroke his meat, taking in the entire situation that he found himself in. He had a feeling about what was going to transpire, but there were still so many questions, with the most pressing being about the pill he just swallowed. He was brought back to reality as he heard Nelson’s voice from somewhere in the apartment. “Clock is ticking, shithead.” Raymond quickly jumped in the shower and quickly noticed the shower shot attachment. Because of the size of his dick, his last two encounters had him topping, but he wasn’t a stranger to getting fucked. It had been about two years, but something told him that he would be on the receiving end this day. He quickly soaped up and began a series of washouts with the shower shot. After few more rinses just to be safe, he began to soap up his body, noticing that he was feeling tingly and euphoric. He rubbed his hands across his abs, closed his eyes and felt the warm water on his flesh. His dick began to grow, once more. Under the water, he began to jack his meat while his right hand found its way to his nipple. He was lost in the sensation, but a voice in the back of his head reminded him about the ticking clock Nelson had mentioned. He shut off the water and reached for the black towel and began drying off. He stepped out of the shower and noticed his clothes were gone. All that he saw was a red jockstrap on the bathroom counter. Pulling it on, he looked at himself in the mirror. The deep red color was a nice match for his naturally tan skin. The straps accentuated his ass and he gave himself a quick smile of approval, placed his towel and the rack and clicked off the light. He saw that the only lights on were back in the living room so me made his way and stopped when he saw Nelson, sitting on the middle cushion of the couch, legs slightly spread in a black jockstrap, black wife-beater and black baseball cap, taking a hit off the bong. As he was inhaling the smoke in the chamber, he made eye contact with Raymond and pointed to the spot on the floor between his legs. Raymond understood and was immediately on his knees in front of Nelson. Having put the bong to the side, Nelson motioned for Raymond to come forward for a shotgun. Raymond placed his hands on each of Nelson’s thighs to steady himself but was immediately met with a slap across the face. Nelson exhaled and steadied Raymond by the shoulders, moved one hand back to its familiar place on his throat while the other pinched his left nipple. Raymond had never been slapped like that before. It was real and jarring. But he was distracted from the pain by the pain gripping his throat and realized that pill he swallowed made him moan as Nelson tweaked and pinched his nipple. “You have a lot to learn,” he said as he moved forward off the couch. Hand still on Raymond’s throat, he shoved him backwards until he was laying on his back. Nelson straddled his chest, each muscled thigh on either side of Raymond’s arms, but keeping his full weight off. He removed his hand and reached over for the bong and Raymond saw that the lighter had been replaced with a torch and that the bong was entirely different from the one he had hit before. He watched as Nelson began to heat the bulb until tiny wisps of smoke began to appear and quickly the chamber was filled with dense, white smoke. Nelson cleared the chamber, put the bong aside and lifted Raymond by the back of the neck until they were face to face. Instinctively Raymond opened his mouth and Nelson began to transfer the smoke into Raymond’s lungs. As Nelson pulled away, Raymond made a motion as if he were to exhale, but Nelson was faster. He had one hand over the mouth and the other pinching the nose and rocked back slightly to put more weight on top of Raymond. The panic caused Raymond to helplessly thrash. He had no leverage. “Stop trashing!” His eyes met Nelson’s and he stopped moving. “Good boy. Relax. You’re panicking for no reason.” He held his hands firmly in place for a few moments longer and then gave Raymond the release he needed. A large plume of white smoke escaped his mouth and nose, and he coughed a bit. He tried moving once more and was met with another slap. This one harder due to Nelson’s towering position over him. Before Raymond could fully react, Raymond moved his hands to the nipples of his trapped prey and began tweaking them. Randomly switching from soft to vice-like pinches, Raymond began to squirm in ecstasy. Nelson lifted his weight just enough to rub his jock-covered balls up and down a portion of Raymond’s chest and abs. Raymond had never felt these feelings before. His skin was electric, and he felt like he was drifting within himself just slightly. “Let’s try this one more time.” Nelson once again reached for the bong and flicked the torch and saw the curiosity in Raymond’s eyes. “Don’t worry about what this is, go with the flow, okay?” A nod. Nelson cleared the chamber and brought his lips to Raymond’s and filled his lungs with the thick white smoke. Raymond held in the smoke and Nelson smirked down at him. Just then a loud knock came from the front door and Raymond began to instinctively let out the smoke. A hand was placed over his mouth, the other pinching his nose. “Come on in,” Nelson yelled. Raymond began struggling harder than he ever had, trying his hardest to get from underneath the hunk pinning him down. The door opened and shut quickly, but Raymond was position where he couldn’t see who it was. All he heard was another man’s voice. “Holy fuck, dude!”

I apologize for being a bit late in getting the next chapter out. Work/life have gotten in the way this past week, and I have an upcoming work trip, so I am posting this chapter and will have the third chapter up later this week. Hope you all enjoy! This chapter follows Blake and Paul as they explore a more vanilla side to their relationship and Paul gets a big wake up call. Chapter Two: Conversion When I woke up late Wednesday morning I was still exhausted and sticky with sweat, cum, and ass juices. I could tell that I would need to wash my sheets with some powerful soap to get them clean again. Thank god for the cheap plastic mattress — at least it was impervious to anything. I rolled out of bed and hobbled over to the mirror. Looking at my reflection I chuckled, “Paul, you look like hell.” I smiled and felt proud. After stripping the bed, I put on some athletic shorts and a t-shirt and waddled down to the communal laundry room. Throwing my sheets and cover into a washing machine, I loaded it up with soap and bleach before taking the elevator back up to my floor to grab a long shower. Grabbing my shower kit and towel, I ran into Chris in the hall. “Dude, you look awful! What happened?” Chris was staring at me curiously, “are you okay?” I smiled and tried to play it off, “yep, just fine.” Chris turned and followed me down to the communal showers. Pushing open the door, I made for one of the stalls. Chris stood outside the stall while I began to take my clothes off. I was increasingly aware of the smell of sex still emanating from my hole and crotch. “Okay, Paul, you don’t have to tell me what is going on, but you know that I’m just going to stay out here until you fess up to why you slept in until almost noon, why you look like you were dragged behind a truck for half a mile, and why you’re not sharing anything with me.” I turned a jet of steaming water onto my body and instantly felt some relief. “Paul, I am wounded!” I could hear Chris’s pout through the stall door. “Okay fine,” I started lathering my hair. “I’m really fine, I just had a late night. Blake came to the concert and. . .” Before I could say another word, I heard the door to the shower room open. Chris muttered “sup” to someone who walked to the other side of the room and walked into a stall. “Busted,” I thought to myself. I stuck my head into the water and started to rinse the lather out of my hair. I turned around and Chris was standing on the other side of the shower curtain peeking in. “WHAT THE FUCK!” I nearly jumped out of my skin, hands flying from my hair to cover my crotch and ass. “Everything good, man?” Asked the voice of the person in the other stall. “Yeah, I’m fine. . .” my heart was still racing. “Fucking hell, Chris, you scared the shit out of me!” I whispered. “I couldn’t just let the conversation die, what did you do after the concert?” “We went to the diner, now get out of here I need to finish washing.” I saw Chris’s eyes give me the once-over. My crotch hand was not doing more to keep my dick at bay than hide it. “I’ll leave you alone, but nice body dude! How come you always wear so many clothes?” “Just go and I will bring you up to speed later today,” I sighed. Chris scurried out of the gap at the bottom of the shower stall. What was with boys lately? I finished my shower and went back to my room. I still had a few minutes to kill before I would need to move my laundry to the dryer, so I picked up my phone. I saw that I missed a text from Blake: *Hey Paul, thanks for such an amazing time last night. You did so well at the concert and I loved getting to know you better. 😉 Hope we can see each other again soon!* My stomach did a curious flip-flop. This boy had a good time, enjoyed the concert, and enjoyed me? I felt like I was walking on air. I started a response to his message before I closed the app and tossed my phone on my bed. Enough time to get back with him later. I didn’t want to seem too eager. Not to mention, I still wanted to process and bask in the glow of the reality that a boy actually fucked me last night. I decided to walk to practice a bit before coming back to the dorm to pick up my laundry. I barely closed behind me before there was a loud knock. “What is it?” “Paul, let me in,” demanded Chris’s voice. I stopped tucking in my fitted sheet and opened the door. Chris bounded in and immediately sat on the bed, pulling the sheet back from the corners. I sighed, “hey, watch what you’re doing!” He looked back at the sheet now bunched around his ass, seemingly unperturbed. “You owe me the full story from last night, mister.” Chris let out a long belch. I wrinkled my nose at the beer smell. “Well, after the concert we went and had dinner, then he asked me to show him the organ.” “And did you?” “Well yes, I have the key,” I started before Chris waved me off. “No, you idiot. Your organ.” “Oh.” I could feel the heat rising in my ears and forehead. “Yes, he got to see that.” Chris collapsed backwards onto the bed laughing. “I knew he was going to get into your pants! He has been asking me to set you up for him for weeks!” Chris stood abruptly and marched to the door, “He better have been a perfect gentleman or I’ll kick his ass.” He slammed the door behind him as he went. “He wasn’t a gentleman,” I said to myself, “but I wouldn’t want it any other way.” I picked up my phone from my desk and opened the message from earlier. *Look forward to seeing you again soon! 😉 I’d love to catch up and spend some time with you, but the rest of this week is no good for me. How about we get together a week from today and see what happens?* Not a minute later I got a reply. *See you next week! Save yourself for me.* This boy would be the death of me, but the least I could do was hold back for him. The next week flew by. I spent so much time preparing for tests, juried examinations on organ and piano, and just trying to stay above water with all my other homework. Tuesday night came in a flash and I started to feel like I was getting a cold. Not out of the ordinary for December, but annoying if I was going to get the sniffles right before a date. I went to bed early after drinking some lemon juice and honey to try to soothe my throat. I woke up about 3:00 in the morning shivering uncontrollably. I got out of bed, cranked up the thermostat and pulled two college sweatshirts on over my head. I hid under my covers and tried to go back to sleep. After three hours of feeling delirious from fever (and probably dehydration) I got up and went to the practice rooms at school. I felt like death warmed over, but I still had work to do. Waiting for a massive thermos of tea to brew, I sent an email to my professors explaining that I was sick and wouldn’t be in class that day. I packed my things and made for the practice rooms. At least I could practice for a few hours and go to bed. I spent the day practicing and napping in one of the piano rooms by myself. When I awoke from my third nap, I was still feeling awful and wondered what started me awake. I noticed that my phone was buzzing on top of the piano, so I reached up to grab it. I swiped the call on and said, “Hello?” My voice must have been small and given me away because Blake immediately said, “hey, what is wrong? Where are you?” “I’m over in the music building,” I mumbled. “One of the practice rooms. I’m so sorry, I have been sick today and I didn’t even think about getting together tonight.” I could faintly hear the sound of tennis shoes hitting the pavement on the other end of the phone. “Hang on, Paul, I am on my way.” Blake abruptly hung up. I hauled myself off the carpet and tried to pull myself together. How could Blake see me like this? I tried to flatten my unkempt hair back down on my head and tuck my shirt into my pants. It was when I was getting things adjusted that Blake burst into the room. “Omigod Paul, you look horrible!” I smiled weakly, “surprise!” Blake moved to get close to me, shiny with sweat from his run across campus. “Come here, dear.” Did he just call me dear? I melted into his embrace. He smelled pleasantly of hormones and clean sweat and fabric softener. We stood wrapped up in each other and time stretched on. Eventually he lifted my chin and moved to kiss me. “Stop! I don’t want to get you sick!” Blake closed the gap and we locked lips. I was immediately taken back to the week before. Burning with lust as if a switch had been thrown. Blake broke off our kiss and looked me dead in the eyes. “We should go to my place. I can make you some dinner and we can talk.” I packed my messenger bag with my sheet music and tucked my now-empty thermos under my arm. We headed out into the sharp winter winds and I instinctively moved closer to him. He saw the movement and grabbed me and felt me tight to his side. His apartment was two short streets over and we bundled ourselves over the threshold. He took off his coat and made to remove mine, but I hugged it tighter to my side. He seemed to understand and bent down to untie my shoes. I saw his rippling back muscles working underneath his tight workout shirt and felt my cock gently stir. “Come on in and make yourself at home. I made chicken noodle soup yesterday and can reheat some of that for you if you would like.” He strode into the plain student apartment with me trailing in his wake. The place was clean and tastefully furnished. Tidy low bookcases up against a wall with a television on top. He had a deep modern sofa against another wall and a club chair next to a side table and floor lamp. On the table were some books and a couple of coasters. The kitchen was around a bar/partition wall and seemed to be lacking in the usual college boy tacky decorations. Just neat jars of spices, some large containers containing flour and sugar, and an electric kettle. Blake bent down to fetch a large dutch oven out of the refrigerator and set it on the stove. After he turned the stove on, he looked back. “You should sit down and try to warm up. There’s an electric blanket behind the sofa if you need some extra heat.” I snuggle up on the couch, still shivering uncontrollably. Blake is still bustling around the kitchen for awhile. He returns and sits down next to me, making sure I am all safely tucked in under the blanket. “Soup should just need about five more minutes and we can eat. I made some biscuits and they’ll be coming out of the oven about the same time.” He puts some of his weight on me. “I’m here for you now and you’re going to be fine.” Finally breaking from his mothering spell I groan, “I’m not fine right now, and I am worried that I am going to get you sick.” Blake’s expression remains blank for a moment, then I notice something in his eyes. . . It was a quick glint, then it disappeared. “You don’t need to worry about me, I promise. We’ll talk after you eat.” He quickly got off the couch and grabbed my food, putting it on a TV tray and setting it next to the couch. He went back to the kitchen and got his own food and returned next to me. He was a reassuring presence for me when I was still feeling so crappy. We ate in silence for about half an hour. Everything was delicious and when I made to compliment him he waved me off. “My dad insisted that I learn how to cook. He said it would serve me well, and he wasn’t lying.” Blake cleared away the dishes and came back to the sofa. “Lay down, Paul.” I scooted farther down the couch and lay on my side. In a motion a gymnast would be proud of, Blake leapt over me and cuddled up against my back. We spooned for a few minutes before a noise like a purr began to come from him. I turned my head and saw that his eyes were closed and he was deeply breathing. “Blake, are you okay?” He opened his eyes. “Yes, I am fantastic. Honestly, I’m great and worried. I fell for you when I saw you for the first time in August and the last week has been a lot to think about. . . And we need to talk.” Fuck. He’s going to say that he cares about me as a friend or he has a girlfriend or he’s transferring schools. . . “Paul, you fulfilled my greatest fantasy, but now it is trying to kill you.” I looked at him, puzzled. He stared back at me in earnest. “I told you that I wanted to be a part of you, and in a very real sense I am. You were the first person that I made love to since my conversion.” I still had no idea what he was talking about. He changed religions? What was this about a conversion? And why did he have this predatory look in his eye? Blake could tell that I was confused and he chuckled a little. “You really are as pure and innocent as you look. Well, at least you used to be.” With one solid motion he brought us to a sitting position. The electric blanket slid onto the floor and he picked me up and stood. “Come on, there is something I need to show you.” Cradling me like a bride walking into a new house in the arms of her husband, Blake carried me down the hall and into the rest of my life. As he pushed open the door to his bedroom my eyes widened and I shivered. Red light shone from covered lamps, illuminating rows of shelves containing bizarre statues. Cans of cloudy liquid were dotted around the room, where various rubber and leather straps and tools hung from hooks or the ceiling. A collection of gas masks were on top of a large, intimidating-looking machine in one corner. The center of the room was taken up by a huge contraption of leather straps and shiny chrome loops. “What is this place?” Blake, eyes shining bright from the red light of the room responded, “this is our home.” Before I could say any more, he kissed me deeply and I felt us moving. He deposited me in the leather sling in the middle of the room and made quick work strapping my arms and legs in. He kept his tongue probing my mouth as he worked, only breaking our kiss to remove his shirt and drop his pants. This was the first time that I really got to see Blake from all angles. Mirrors on the walls and ceiling let me see how perfectly formed his ass was and how his back rippled like a Renaissance sculpture. This was the first good look I had gotten of his cock, and I couldn’t believe it had been inside me. Easily ten inches long and thick as a Red Bull can, the hooded head slowly unfurled as it grew with every beat of his heart. Little droplets of precum were flowing from the tip they fell gently to the floor, leaving whispy trails of fluid hanging from the slowly pulsing head. Blake dropped down on his knees and I felt his tongue go for my hole. “When I first decided to knock you up, it wasn’t a hard decision. I’ve never seen anyone look so prim and old-fashioned as you. It made me fall in love with you.” His tongue probed my hole after each phrase. “You look like how I feel inside. Proper and respectful, good at knowing what I want.” He removed his face from my crack and kissed me deeply. I could taste the musky, salty essence of my own body. He broke the kiss and looked me up and down in the sling. “You got given the gift that only I can give you. You have a part of me flowing inside.” My lust and panic feelings kept competing for each other as I tried to make sense of what he was saying. He spit on his dick and drooled a bit of spit onto the outside of my hole and began to rub it into my opening. I moaned deeply. My body was giving up on different feelings, it was sensory overload. Blake released a growl and bent over where his mouth was right next to my ear. I felt the head of his cock teasing my hole. As he started to push in he whispered in my ear, “the sickness you’re feeling right now. . . How awful you feel. . . I felt like that a year ago after my first experience at a bathhouse. I didn’t know what was happening to me, either. It was my first semester at college and I needed an outlet for how I felt.” Blake started to slowly pump in and out of my ass. “I got a room and was fucked. For six hours my hole was constantly invaded by a parade of men. They felt my muscles, called me a slut, and bred me.” The pumping got deeper and faster. Blake began to pant, “I never felt so fulfilled as when I was with those men, doing what real men do. I vowed that I would give that experience to another boy someday. The boy that I loved.” His strokes were now full-body. As much using the harness to impale me on his massive cock as he was meeting me with his hips. I was robbed of all senses but pleasure. His jackhammering of my hole increased in intensity up another notch. “You are converting over to me,” Blake panted. “My HIV is going to forever be a part of you. There will be no escaping me now, no matter what happens to us.” I gasped in fear and utter ecstasy. Before my brain could really process what I had just been told, I felt Blake’s cock swell and start to pulse. With a cry, my own cock started to spray my face and chest with cum. “Take my charged load, Paul. I love you” Blake collapsed onto my chest. As the post-orgasm glow started to fade, the fever and aches rushed back to my body. I groaned out, “Blake.” He looked up into my face, my sticky cum slipping down his face. I reached for his cheek and rubbed my essence into his cheek. The powerful animal who had just forcibly taken my hole as his own was a huge mass of muscle, sweat, and sex. His cock slowly deflated before slipping out of my ass. Blake, now back to his usual shy self tenderly caressed my hair. “You have no idea what this means that I get to share my gift with you.” My thoughts were racing. This was undeniably hot, but what was I doing? How could I allow someone else to do this to me? “Is this sickness because I am converting?” Blake kept eye contact with me. “I’m not a doctor, so I can’t say for sure, but you look just like I did when I converted. How do you feel about the information?” “I can’t lie to you, I don’t really know what to think.” I saw Blake’s face fall, “this just wasn’t a part of my life plan before. I know it isn’t the death sentence it once was, but I’m conflicted.” I saw the walls going up in his emotions and could tell he was feeling bad. I had to try to save whatever there was between us. “Before you feel bad, I want you to know that while I process everything, I need you to know something: I have never felt so happy to have a person in my life as I feel about you. I will do what I can to keep you.” Blake’s eyes resumed their twinkle and he gently nibbled on my collarbone. “Thank you. I was hoping you would feel that way.” We stayed in that position for another ten minutes before I started uncontrollably shivering. “I know that I promised you that we would talk, but right now we need to get you to bed. Let me get you tucked in. You’ll stay here with me until you are feeling better.” Picking me back up, we left his play room and he took me into a simple bedroom. He set me into bed before grabbing me an extra blanket. The last thing I remembered before I fell asleep was feeling his naked body slide into the bed next to me and pull me to his chest. Whatever happens next in my life, I cannot deny that it will be a different adventure than I once thought it would be.

Daddy Mason looked back over his shoulder at Trevor still kneeling on the floor, staring at the tattoo on the black stud's back and stroking his rock-hard pig boy cock. Daddy Mason's smile was a mixture of lust, horniness and a sensual darkness. “You like what you see whore?”, he asked. Trevor moaned softly and licked his lips. “I asked you a question pig! You need to answer me.” “Yes, Sir”, Trevor said hoarsely. “You are magnificent all over.” Daddy Mason's grin widened hearing this. “You like my tattoo, boi? Do you know what it means?” Trevor was breathing heavy and still stroking his hard thick cock. In a trembling voice he said, “Yes, Daddy Mason. I know what it means.” There was a pause before Daddy Mason spoke again. “You didn't tell me if you liked my tattoo or not boy? Do you?” Trevor started to answer two or three times but couldn't get any words out. His face was a combination of desire, hunger and uncertainty. Even with all the drugs he'd taken since Friday night there was still hesitation and resistance. Daddy Mason could see the conflict in Trevor's eyes and face and wanted to let Trevor make the decision we all knew he was going to make anyway. His eyes and face seemed to soften as, still speaking to Trevor over his broad muscled shoulder, he said, “Stand up and come here, boi.” At once Trevor got to his feet and walked across to the black stud he'd been obsessed with ever since seeing him. Trevor stopped just inches from Daddy Mason's tall massive body. “Take your hand and run it over my tattoo, boi. Feel it, and with your other hand feel Daddy Mason's fat thick black cock that you want so bad. You can have what you want baby. You can belong to Daddy Mason and his cock from now on. But I'm all one package. You take everything that Daddy Mason is and has, or you take nothing. Feel my tattoo and feel my big cock that you need in your holes. Do it boi!” Trevor reached up a shaky hand and began running his fingers gently across and over the red warning emblem on Daddy Mason's skin while at the same time Daddy Mason grabbed his other hand and placed it on his throbbing monster. Trevor moaned at the feel of the hot flesh in his hand and started jacking it automatically. At the same moment he leaned forward and began licking and kissing the red ink on the black skin. “Hell fucking yeah!” Leather Daddy whispered from behind me as we watched Trevor's resistance giving in to the meth-induced hunger and need, regardless of anything else. I felt Daddy's thick toxic cock throb inside my tight wet hole as Trevor's final losing battle against corruption began. Daddy Mason growled low and darkly as he felt Trevor's hand grip his cock tighter and felt the pig's lips and tongue more urgently on his tattoo-covered skin. “Yeah, pig boi. Hunger for it. Give in to the hunger and let Daddy Mason give you more than you can imagine. Let me make you MINE pig! Let Daddy Mason give you what you need and want.” Still licking and kissing the symbol of his ultimate fate Trevor whispered just loud enough for all of us to hear. “Yes, Daddy Mason. I'm so hungry for you and everything you can give me.” Then, more loudly, “Make me yours, Daddy Mason, oh gawd, please, I wanna belong to you in every fucking way!” “Tell me slut. Tell me plainly what you want and need your black Master to give you. Let me hear you say it and you'll get it all.” “I want your babies, Sir. I want your dirty fucking bug and dirty cum inside me and making me like you. Make me fucking pregnant with your POZ cum! Oh gawd PLEASE!!!” “Fuck yeah whore! There's no going back now. Daddy Mason's about to fuck you POZ!!”

Fucking be in Hog-Heaven to be their breeding Pig!!!

Our bedroom this morning. It was Saturday morning which means I get fucked. Usually I top when home but every Saturday morning I get fucked by my husband. This morning he put his thick cock in my hole and fucked me gently until he was ready to blow and then started up fast until he'd bred me deep. I sucked him clean and then we went to lunch. It's a good life I'm living.

This DOES spark my curiosity. Hope you'll be adding to it very soon.

I'm generally with you on this. I like having an amazing massage without wondering if something is or is not going to happen. I did, however, have one incredible massage that surprisingly led to more, never saw it coming until the very end. He was a crazy hot Latino guy, kind of football player build, with a sexy as fuck accent. Awesome massage, one of the best I've had, and I was totally fine with it being just a massage. Things changed at the very end and he got me off and I sucked his beautiful cock that was pouring precum. Needless to say I had a few return visits and always left with a mouthful:)

I’m a slammer. And so are many of my buddies. I’m spent many hours with Tina dick in my mouth. It doesn’t matter.

fskn's spot on. Both can be a lot of fun, especially for an uncut Cock. If I'm after a particularly tight Hole, I pull the foreskin forward and bunch it against the Hole, whereupon at least some of the foreskin precedes my Cock. But then, I love rimming, eating a Hole before Breeding it, so it'll already be mouth-lubed. I happen to be on the thick side, so that's always in the back of my mind too. A tight Hole can present challenges that are a pleasure to overcome, and a loose, wet one is a whole palette of pleasure. That said, fskn and I are of one mind about the thrill of rutting in a Hole full of Sperm off other Cocks. It truly IS one of the reasons to be ALIVE !!!

ASSMUNCH I woke up snuggled against Kevin like usual with my morning wood crushed into his ass. Would this fascination and peaceful satisfaction happen every time I woke up with him in my arms, I wondered? I didn’t want to ever grow bored with this, with his big healthy body, with the smell of him, his heat that was better than any blanket. I sighed in contentment. Carol had come in during the night to wake us to say goodbye with a lingering kiss for each of us before she snuck out. She said her flight was at nine out of Austin so we wouldn’t see her before she left. My Army clock in my head told me it was a little after 0200. We didn’t ask what she’d done with Tim but I’d make sure my little brother’s head was screwed on right about it all so he didn’t get attached. Carol wasn’t for him but maybe I was underestimating him and not giving Carol enough credit for keeping him in the right lane. I trusted her not to break my brother’s heart. After all, she knew how to handle me to perfection when we were together. Still, I needed to be sure. It turns out I didn’t need to worry at all. Tim was fine. A bit cocky and acting like he was now a full grown man after losing his virginity to a college girl, but fine. “She was incredible.” He said to me when I asked. “I can’t believe you aren’t still with her. If she was my girlfriend I’d never let her go.” “It’s not letting go when you both know it’s time to move on, bud.” I explained to him. “I still love her, of course. She’ll always be my first, and I’ll always love how we taught each other to be unashamed to push ourselves to be the best we could be with each other. And…” “And what?” He asked impatiently before I could articulate after my pause. “And she’s responsible for Kevin and me finding each other. Not our friendship, but she brought Kevin and I together completely. She’s the one who suggested I let Kevin get what he wanted so that maybe he could get over his crush on me and find a boyfriend of his own.” I laughed a little. “We couldn’t have been more wrong about how that worked out, but she’s pretty amazing. She was actually happy and excited to pull Kevin into our relationship. So tell me… did she eat your ass?” I asked him. “Oh fuck yes… that tongue of hers. Are your balls supposed to hurt every time after sex?” He gushed. I chuckled because I knew exactly what he was talking about. “Only when you cum hard, and over and over again. Wait until tomorrow when your whole body is sore from the workout she put you through.” He reached down to his abdomen, then his thighs, then his ass. “Tomorrow? I’m fucking punished right now!” “It’ll get worse, you haven’t even begun to feel the full effects. Maybe if you’re not an asshole today, Kev and I will give you a rubdown before bed.” He smiled. Then scowled. “Don’t get any ideas, I’m straight. It’s confirmed now.” I hugged him. “Yeah, uh huh. Me too. Totally straight.” I let him stew on that for a minute. “Don’t worry bud, we don’t want to molest you. But you’ll appreciate a massage by tonight when you have trouble climbing up the stairs. I’ll let you call it though.” He sheepishly came to my room after we all went to bed Sunday night and asked for that massage. Kevin and I worked him over good while we got specific details about what happened with Carol. We just ignored his throbbing boner as he relived his first full sexual experience. Carol didn’t just fuck him, she took hours to teach him how to do it right. He said she finally got him to be an ‘pretty good’ kisser. He proudly told us she’d said he had a wonderful dick. “Wow.” I said, after he told us she was okay with him shooting his load inside her. “I never got to do that.” I admitted. “She’s on the pill, she said.” He explained. “But she told me never to do that with just anyone. You can never know when it might get a girl pregnant, and there are some girls who WANT to get pregnant by a guy so I have to be careful. And she said there are diseases, even though I know all that. But she did say a person doesn’t always know they’ve got it.” He trailed off, and I knew he was thinking about something. “Say it bud, go ahead and ask whatever it is you want to ask.” I said. “Are you…” he stopped. “Are you and Kevin… you know… worried about AIDS? If you’re gay, you could get it, right? You guys don’t use condoms.” I had to admit, that caught me off guard. And it was something that did weigh heavily on me. The military only ran an AIDS test on intake, and did a full screening for everything at our periodic mandatory physicals. In fact, I should have one coming up before I reported to my next duty station. But I was pretty safe and insulated in the military. I was more worried about Kevin. And I was caught off guard again with the spike of jealousy that seized my heart at the thought he might, in a moment of weakness when we were so far apart, have sex with another man. I put that thought in the queue of things to discuss with Kevin when we had the chance. “You know straight people can get AIDS too, right?” I asked him. “Yeah, from sharing needles, or like that kid Ryan White who had a blood transfusion.” He answered. “Dude! Straight people get it from unprotected sex too. You think Magic Johnson was a junkie? Fuck this stupid ass backwoods Texas town and their fucking dumb ass School Board. They should be teaching you this stuff in health class. If they aren’t teaching you about it in Health, where are you getting this information?” Even the Army told us the bare minimum about it when recruits got the ‘talk’ about STD’s. He shrugged. “My friends. I mean, we don’t talk about it much but the news says it’s mostly gay dudes that get it.” It was hard to blame him, I didn’t know a whole lot about it either. It just wasn’t on my radar. I had to admit I thought the same thing Tim did when I was in high school. My friends and I would joke around about it because it wasn’t actually real to us. It was something that happened to other people. None of us knew anyone that had gotten AIDS. This whole conversation was making me really uncomfortable. In 1993, we were still calling it AIDS. “Look Tim. Kevin and I don’t get around, and we don’t plan to.” I said, speaking for Kevin. “I don’t think we have anything to worry about. But until you’re with someone in a relationship you should always be careful. And even then, don’t get her pregnant. Cum in her mouth, or in her ass or shoot it all over her tits.” “I will.” He said. I wasn’t sure I believed him though. I knew what teenage boy hormones did to a guy and how sometimes your head went crazy and stupid when you were so horny you couldn’t think of anything but sex. I’d tried to explain it to Carol once, but she couldn’t understand how your brain couldn’t focus on anything rational when your body was in that state and how when you were so horny your dick wouldn’t stop bugging you and you got crazy ideas of all the things you just HAD to do with it. Of course Tim went to school on Monday so he could strut around as a no longer virgin stud and tell all his buddies about his night with Carol. I called the ROTC teacher, MSGT Rivas to see about coming to talk with the kids in the high school cadet program about the Army. He thought it was a great idea. I wish I’d brought my battle dress uniform, my BDU’s. I loved my Class A Dress Uniform, and was really proud to wear it, but really wanted to look more tough for the other part of the plan that involved Tim’s bullies. Class A’s were pretty, but I needed tough and battle ready. I needed sleeves rolled, pants bloused in boots ready to kick ass. I wished Carol was still here, she’d be up for a little PDA with Tim to bolster his reputation. On Tuesday morning we got ready to head to the school. “I hate you.” Kevin said, looking at himself in the mirror. Kevin was the other part of my plan. He had a rockin’ body and I had to admit he was way sexier and more masculine looking than me. Don’t get me wrong, I felt I had a strong He-Man game goin’ on and a serious deadly soldier persona I could project. I was no Arnold or Van Damme but Kevin said the way I moved was like a stalking predator. Still, Kevin’s mass and confidence were levels above me. Like I said, he was Viking Tarzan and I needed him, no … Tim needed him to put on a good show to shut the bullies up. I knew their type, hell my former best friend in high school was exactly that type. So, Monday I took him shopping to get some clothes that would really play up how he was all man and I was impressed with the results. He was not. “Shirt’s too tight.” He mumbled. “My ass looks too big in these jeans.” He muttered. “Cowboy boots?” He murmured. “My bulge is ridiculous” He grunted in disgust. “I’m not wearing a fucking hat, I’m drawing the line.” I smiled. “Yes, yes, yes and yes. Now do your hair in that warrior’s knot. Remember this is for Tim.” He glared at me. Glared. “That’s the only reason I’m doing it, and you’re going to pay for doing this to me.” ‘Fuck I hope so.’ I thought. Yeah, this look wasn’t Kevin at all, but man he looked FINE! Those Wrangler jeans were so tight I could see his thigh muscles flex when he walked. His meaty ass stuck out proudly as the stretched fabric supported the weight of his large glutes, further enhanced by the heel of the Justin boots he wore. Even his track honed calves pushed the boot cut jeans to their limits. The western shirt I bought a size too small strained at every seam without a single loose thread. Grey, like his intense, beautiful eyes. “I’m not a Kicker” he complained. Kicker was the term we used in Texas to describe a country redneck, those guys and girls who were in Future Farmers of America, who were all about farms and pickup trucks and two steppin’, huntin’, monster truck expo’s, tobacco dip in the lip, boots and Wranglers, oversized rodeo belt buckles and everything Country. It was it’s own culture here in Texas and was revered above all things. “No, and I don’t want you to be. But you can pretend for one day.” And maybe later during…other activities. I thought. You know, as I thought about it, I realized Kevin was the type of guy who could wear anything and look good. It must be his dark, brooding looks. The plan went better than expected. We got stares and whispers walking through the school. Escorting Tim to a couple of his classes, eating the awful cafeteria food with him at his lunch table which I admitted was just slightly better than an MRE, and running into his group of bullies in the hall. Kevin was in a suitable bad mood about ‘being dressed up like a clown’ so the pissed off look on his face played into the plan perfectly. And so did Roger Kendall when he bounced off Kevin’s shoulder thinking he could muscle his way through the three of us without stepping aside. I have no idea what he was thinking trying to shoulder Kevin like that but it backfired spectacularly. Kevin looked like he hadn’t even felt it. “Watch where you’re going, asshole.” Kevin spat at him. Roger’s friends seemed smarter than him and stepped back to avoid a confrontation with the Army soldier and the jacked up kicker. Roger was not so smart. “You fuckin’ watch it.” Roger sneered after he regained his balance from nearly falling. Kevin snorted. “Watch what? Watch you nearly fall on your ass? Let’s do that.” And Kevin took a step forward. Roger back stepped and finally his moronic brain took an assessment of what he faced. I could swear he looked ready to shit his pants. I did my best Zeus impression to give him that look that said I could dismember him with hardly any effort at all because he was so far beneath me I almost felt sorry for him. And if he hadn’t been such a pest to my little brother I probably would have felt sorry for him. This was the type of guy who had one trick - small town football jock. He wasn’t smart, had a shit personality, and was frankly less than average in the looks and body department. I suddenly realized he’d be stuck in this town for the rest of his life. His stupidity, arrogance and meanness would give him few options unless he changed. Oh, he might try to leave home and dive into a bigger pool, but he’d soon find out being the big fish in a small pond got him jack shit out in the real world so he’d come limping back with his tail between his legs to relive his high school days of the local football star and for the rest of his life he would suck on the sour reminder that he wasn’t truly anyone special. But fuck him. Killeen, Texas was littered with dumb cow turds like him who never grew past their high school popularity and spent the rest of their lives stuck in the regret that high school was the time when they peaked. “C’mon, Kevin. This little high school boy isn’t worth your time.” I said, stressing the word ‘boy’, hoping he felt as insignificant as I thought he was. “You’re right, Tom.” Kevin answered. “He’s just a dumb jock. They aren’t bright enough to walk in anything but a straight line.” Roger’s eyes got wide. “You’re Kevin and Tom? You’re the fa— uh.. the…uh..” “The what? Who are you?” I knew exactly who he was, and knew the word he was about to use but couldn’t when faced with the reality that we weren’t the little fag bitches he thought we were, but I needed to send the message that he was a nobody to us. “Uh… Roger.” He said. God his speech was worse than the village idiot’s. “Hmm. Yeah, don’t give a shit. Come on Tim, you have Mrs. Finlayson next, right?” “Yeah.” Tim answered. And when Kevin went to put his arm around Tim’s shoulder and walk away, his now hard muscles ripped his too tight shirt under the arm. It couldn’t have gone more perfectly. He’d hardly moved and was busting out of his clothes. Tim wasn’t going to have any more problems with Roger or his buddies. “You know that guy?” I asked Tim, making my voice loud enough for Roger to hear. Tim caught on quick. “Yeah, I’ll tell you all about him when we get home.” He said just as loud. “Uh, Hey Tim!” Roger called as we walked away. Tim turned his head to look over Kevins big meaty arm. “What?” “Uh, be cool, man. Let’s hang out sometime.” I nearly laughed when I saw the desperate look in Roger’s eyes. Yeah, Tim wasn’t going to have any more problems. We left Tim after fifth period. I’d had a great time today. The ROTC kids were good kids, and Master Sergeant Rivas’ constant scowl kept them well behaved. Do you think they teach that scowl in whatever Sergeant’s School they sent them to, or are all Sergeants just in a permanently pissed off mood? I hadn’t met a single one yet that hadn’t mastered that look. Hell, the man was retired and teaching now, but I guess the Army never leaves you. Or he didn’t want to let it go, hard to tell which. Kevin, however, was still grumbling as we drove home. “Worse than a jock strap.” He muttered about the tight Wranglers I made him wear. “My dick’s gotta be able to move.” I smiled at him and that only darkened the storm clouds in his eyes. “Babe, you look fucking fine as shit.” I told him. “I know you don’t like being dressed up like that, but holy fucking cow… I just want to stop at the grocery store to parade you around and watch all the women drop their panties. I don’t even care that they wouldn’t spare a glance at me. You have no idea how hot you look.” “Don’t you fucking dare! You’re taking me home and I’m getting out of this garbage as fast as I can. I think these fucking things are buried in my ass. And these boots suck. How do guys wear this shit? And my pits are hanging out now that I’ve ripped both sleeves. You couldn’t buy me a bigger shirt?” I smiled again. “Well, once you break ‘em in they’re super comfortable. Both the boots and the Wranglers. The shirt? Nah, that was all for me.” He hauled off and slugged me HARD in the arm. Then he reached up and ripped his left sleeve off the rest of the way, then the right, sighing with relief as his arms were finally freed. “Sorry about the shirt.” He said sarcastically. I laughed. “Don’t be sorry… that’s even hotter.” Did I detect a patented Kevin smirk? “But we do need to stop, sorry.” I mean, we didn’t HAVE to stop but I figured why not? I’d seen a commercial about KY lubricant, for HER, it said, and I was fascinated to try it with Kevin. So far, we’d only ever used spit or hand lotion, which was fine but I thought something really slippery might be exciting. As long as it wasn’t greasy like Vaseline… fuck… never again. Not only did it smell, but you literally couldn’t wash that shit off you. That one time I had to endure greasybutt all day at school after Kevin railed me was enough. I wondered if gay guys had some secret stuff they used for fucking. They had to. I just had no way to find out, and wasn’t sure if I would be brave enough to go where ever they sold it. My mind imagined all sorts of sordid and unsavory places. So we did stop at the grocery store where they sold the KY FOR HER in the personal hygiene aisle near the condoms. Kevin, usually oblivious to the people around him, finally whispered to me. “What are they staring at? I look stupid. Fuck you, Tom, for doing this to me.” I chuckled. “They’re staring because you’re the best looking guy they’ve seen all week. Dude, do you ever look at yourself in a mirror?” I couldn’t believe he had no idea. He looked like he walked out of a Chippendales Calendar, his ripped sleeveless cowboy shirt, those painted on jeans, all of it barely held in by cotton fabric that I knew everyone in here would have traded places with in a minute. His shoulders protruded round and full from the jagged holes in his shirt, his biceps and triceps in a war of which were bigger, which wasn’t helped by his obvious tension that forced them to flex unconsciously. His big meaty pecs and wide chest pulled the button holes sideways on the buttons that I swear were going to pop off any minute, I actually couldn’t believe they had lasted this long. His chest hair showed through the V of the undone top two buttons. And his bulge was ridiculous, I agreed. That was an unintended side effect. God help everyone if he got hard in those jeans, just soft and crushed it was too noticeable. Even the guys were lingering a bit too long with their looks. I caught two gawking at Kevin’s ass bouncing as he strutted down the aisle. That’s the thing about cowboy boots. If you had a naturally long stride, like Kevin, they made your ass move. And somehow joining the track team at MIT gave him that same walk every fit jock possessed. It was a sauntering ride on a precisely measured pace. Short steps were on the balls of the foot. Long steps heel to toe. His ass bounced regardless. Our checkout girl flirted with him shamelessly, smiling brightly at our purchase of the lubricant, probably thinking there was some lucky girl who was going to ride this cowboy and I saw her wink at him. I knew that signal. It screamed ‘I put out, come find out’. All of this amused me to no end, but the best part was how oblivious he was and still in his own little gear turning world in his head thinking just the opposite. When we got home I didn’t even have the door closed before Kevin threw me up against the wall. “If I didn’t love you I’d kick your ass!” He grunted. I grinned. “Oh good, you boys are home. How’d it go at school?” Mom asked from the kitchen around the corner. “We’re not done, mommy saved you for now.” He whispered the threat. “Fine Mrs. Brickmann. It was good to see my old teachers, and hanging out with Tim was great.” He called to her in a perfectly normal, happy voice. He released me physically, but held me with his storm cloud filled eyes. I felt my dick swell. God, the things he did to me. I was a trained soldier, commanded a Platoon of some of the toughest guys I’d ever met, was willing to rush into battle and kill for my country, but Kevin made me feel like a soft little puppy. “That’s good. I’m glad you’re back, I need to run to the grocery store, I forgot the beans.” Kevin allowed me to slide past him, turning his glare to follow me as I went to the kitchen to give mom and hug and a kiss. “We were just there, I wish I’d known. But we can go back.” I heard Kevin growl behind me. “No sweetheart, you’ve been out all day. Relax, go change.” She said, turning around from the counter and smiling. “You look so much like your father in his uniform, Tom.” Her eyes glistened a bit. “Kevin, what happened to your shirt?” She asked. “It ripped. Tom didn’t buy the right size.” He muttered. Mom looked at me and I grinned. Mom wasn’t stupid. “You look very rugged and handsome.” She said. “I’ll be back. I’ll probably be gone an hour, but if Tim gets home before I do make sure he gets his homework done before any TV.” “I will Mom.” She walked out through the garage and as soon as she left Kevin punched me in the chest. And not lightly. I staggered back on one foot. “Oh, is the little soldier hurt?” He mocked me. “No. If that’s all you got I don’t have to worry about getting hurt.” I goaded him. I think I only got to the word ‘worry’ before he slung me over his shoulder and ran up the stairs carrying me to my room. “You want to play games?” He said roughly. He threw me on the bed and in the same motion grabbed my ankles, tore off my dress shoes, smearing their shine with his greasy paws, but I didn’t care. Then he flipped me on my stomach, grabbed me by the belt and pulled me so I was hanging off the bed, bent over. Then he laid into me with a huge whack of his hand and my ass stung like fire. “Oh shit! Fuck that hurt!” I yelled at him. “I thought the little soldier boy wasn’t worried about getting hurt? Shut the fuck up and take your punishment.” I swear he whacked me harder the second time. “Stay there, don’t you fucking move an inch.” He commanded in a throaty growl. I didn’t move while I heard him run downstairs then back up. He returned with my cover that I’d removed from my head after entering and put on the breakfast bar. He threw it at me. “Put it on.” He ordered in a commanding voice that sent thrills running through my entire body, centering on my ass. I wasn’t going to argue with him about wearing your cover indoors, I just did as he told me. He flipped me back over onto my back and snatched at my belt, undoing it and unbuttoning my trousers. Then he violently flipped me back onto my stomach and yanked them and my underwear down my ass. He didn’t care that my now hard dick was twisted painfully before it sprung free. He gave me two more hard swats which made me break into a sudden sweat and scream. Except for jumping when his hand made contact, I still hadn’t moved. “Have you learned your lesson?” He grunted. I hesitated. I was caught between not wanting another smack and wanting him to tear loose on my ass. “That’s a no.” And he hit me again. You’d think it would go numb, but it hurt worse with every smack. Then I felt something cold on the crack of my ass just before his fingers roughly slid in between my cheeks to rub my asshole. I thought he would put a finger or two inside me but then his hand disappeared and then a couple moments later I felt his huge thick cock forcing itself into me. “Oh fuck…shit!” I cried as I felt the familiar burn of being torn open all at once. “Yeah, you fucking love that dick don’t you soldier?” He hadn’t even paused for me to get used to the girth. “I fucking love it.” And I did. The pain was incredible, and I was so turned on. He smacked me on my head, knocking my cover off. “Put your hat back on, Private.” Oh shit, I loved this Kevin. I scrambled to re-cover while he thrust into me hard and deep. I wasn’t going to tell him it wasn’t called a hat. “That’s one.” He said, not breaking stride but letting out a groaning grunt. And I knew he’d shot his first load. He picked up steam and started really laying into me, then unexpectedly he fucked me up onto the bed using long lifting strokes, his cock and hips doing all the work to move my entire body a few inches at a time. I swear to God he was stretching my hole in ways I’d never felt before. “Fuck yes, make it hurt, babe. Fuck my cunt.” For that, I got another smack, knocking my cover off AGAIN. “Put your fucking hat back on!” He growled. “Walking around all day like that with everyone drooling over your fine ass. You think I didn’t see how they were loving looking at you in your tight uniform that shows you off? The way that girl at the grocery store looked at you with stars in her eyes? You fucking tease! That’s two.” And he filled me up again, forcing more of his cum deep up my ass. He pulled out briefly to flip me on my back before shoving in to the balls in one plunge. I grunted. “You, they were staring at you like that, Kev. Even the girl.” “Bullshit. They all wanted you, the hot American soldier in his hot uniform and a look on his face that said he could kill them with his bare hands. The way you walk, like you’re stalking prey, all smooth and deadly, just oozing sex.” He punctuated his words with hard thrusts, changing the angle repeatedly and intended to hit me everywhere inside. I felt the cum boil up from my balls and knew I was going to shoot all over my Class A’s. I couldn’t care, I didn’t want him to stop. He hadn’t undressed and seeing him plowing into me with that sleeveless cowboy shirt, the angry look in his eyes that still couldn’t hide his love for me, his muscles flexing with his exertion, his beautiful hair swaying with every thrust. “You strutted around like the King of Killeen and they all worshipped you. But you’re mine, you hear that?” And he smacked me again. “PUT YOUR FUCKING HAT BACK ON!” He yelled. This time I just held onto it, pinning it into my head. Being manhandled by him was the biggest turn on. His authority and control sent me over the edge and I sprayed cum up between us. “Fuck me, don’t stop!” I grunted in the throes of ecstasy. “I don’t stop until I’m done, soldier. That’s three.” I couldn’t believe he could shoot without any outward show, but the evidence was running down my ass with every thrust. He just continued to fuck into me, and I came twice more. He’d come five times and we were a mess. I lost count of how many times I got a smack on the face and my left ear was ringing. I was a mess of all the cum I shot, which he’d smeared on my face. I don’t know how many times I screamed at him to fill me with his hot nut, hoping he’d just pump it all deeper and deeper as he added more. He was an absolute animal and I loved it. I missed this Kevin. And he knew the more violently he fucked me the more it sent me into the stratosphere. And now, he was trying for a sixth, that hard to reach last ejaculation. He began really punishing my hole with hard jabs and extra deep thrusts while I lay there limp and receptive to anything he wanted to do. He was grunting with every plunge of his fat dick. We were both sweating and I made sure to keep one hand on my cover while the other grasped the back of his neck during his domination of my mouth with his tongue. “Oh fuck, here it comes. I’m going to shoot my load in your hot straight man Army ass, Private. You want my load?” He growled “Fuck yes, fuck it into me deep, Sir! Please cum in me again!” I begged. Somewhere along the way he’d removed one leg from my trousers and I was spread wide open for him like a Thanksgiving turkey, I’m sure at this point my ass looked like the open cavity ready to get filled with stuffing. “That’s right, Private. This hole is for MY dick, MY cum. You can fuck your friend Addison or Zeus with your dick, but this belongs to ME, you got that? No one touches this except me. No tongue, no finger, no dick gets near this perfect, hot Army ass.” “It’s yours, Sir.” I gasped. He was so deep in me, I was so sore but it felt amazing. That was a promise I easily made. No one could do to me what Kevin did in his various moods. I had it all with him. He began a series of long, low grunts. “Ah fuck! Oh fuck! Take it!” And I knew he finally reached his sixth. He kissed me roughly. “I love you, I don’t want to share you.” He moaned while he spewed out whatever nutjuice was left into my destroyed hole. He finally stopped moving and lay on top of me, panting. “Fuck, you’re amazing.” He said into my ear. “You just don’t care what I do to you, do you? You’ll take anything I do to you.” I kissed his neck. “Anything, babe. You know you won’t break me. I love it all, but only when you’re the one doing it. It wasn’t just sex talk in the heat of the moment. You’re the only one I want in my ass.” He took a deep breath. “Mmmmmm, I like that. I love knowing my dick’s the only one that does it for you. You make me feel like a man, babe. Like a big, strong, real man.” I chuckled. There it was again, one of the things I loved about him, that he didn’t see himself the way everyone else did. “You ARE a big, strong, real man, Kev.” “Sorry about your uniform. Do you really think I look good like this?” He asked. “Yeah, bud. You look really good, people couldn’t stop staring at you. Don’t worry about the uniform, I’ll wash and iron it tonight.” I answered. He nuzzled my neck. “I don’t care what anyone else thinks, Tom. I only care what you think.” He licked my cheek. “Oh wow, you taste like your cum. That’s so hot.” He bathed my face with his tongue, trying to lick off all the now dried jizz he’d smeared on me during his brutal pounding fuck. His warm wet tongue felt incredible. “Wow, you guys didn’t even get undressed.” We heard Tim’s voice from across my room. “Bro, you have to start knocking!” I told him. “I did. You were too busy getting the stuffing fucked out of you and begging for another load. You guys are animals, you know that?” Tim observed. Kevin rolled off me, pulling out. I was surprised that his dick was still mostly hard. I felt some of his cum dribble out of me because it was difficult to pull my asshole closed right away. I pulled my trousers off my other leg and unbuttoned my coat. At some point one of the pins had come off my ribbon rack. I’d have to find it, it was probably in my coat somewhere or in the bed now. “You try fitting that big cock up your ass.” I told my little brother. “You either embrace the pain and go wild, or you cry your eyes out.” “No thanks.” Tim said. “I think it would kill me.” I shook my head. “Was there something you actually needed or were you just here to watch us fuck?” Tim smiled. “Mom said dinner would be ready in a half hour. But then I wanted to watch. You should see the way his dick stretches out your hole, man. I can’t believe you take it like that.” I sighed. It wasn’t really something I wanted my little brother to see, but there was no going back now. Kevin just lay there with his smirk. “Don’t look at me, I didn’t know he was there either.” He said. “Come on, we need to get cleaned up. He stripped off the shirt and threw it on the floor, standing there with a bare muscled chest, his Wranglers unbuttoned but his dick and balls stuffed back into his underwear that sacked out the open zipper obscenely. “And I wanted to say thank you.” Tim continued. I noticed his eyes roaming over Kevin’s body. “Roger was actually nice to me after you left. You guys were the talk of the school.” “Good.” I said. “That was the goal. If Carol was still here we’d have brought her too and she would have given them more to talk about by hanging all over you.” “Let’s go shower, babe.” Kevin said. “I’m hungry, and whatever your mom’s cooking smells really good.” He stretched and I couldn’t help but stare at his incredible body. Yeah, he was the only one for me. I pulled everything off my uniform so I could get it in the sink with cold water and some detergent. My cum was smeared all over. As long as it hadn’t dried I could get the evidence out. The rest of the week went by too fast and before we knew it Thursday night came. I was torn between not wanting to leave Kevin and wanting to see my Bravo brothers again. But there was no guarantee my brothers and I would get the same duty station. “Kev, they might put me on a flight tomorrow. I get my orders.” I told him in a soft voice with my head on his chest laying in my bed. He took a deep breath. “Really?” “Yeah.” I said. He didn’t speak. I knew he was crunching thoughts in his head. We lay like that for a few minutes. I loved listening to him breathe, watching his chest and stomach rise and fall. “I guess we have to get back to real life, huh? It was nice to have this week though.” He seemed a little distant. I tried to be optimistic. “I get leave. We can figure out how to see each other. Hey, you need to give me a way to reach you by phone at MIT. I don’t know where I’ll be, but as soon as I get there I’ll leave you a way to reach me. When I get my orders tomorrow I have to let my mom and Tim know where I’m going. I should be able to call you too. Are you going to stay here, or go spend your last couple days with your family?” “I kind of want to stay here, but my flight leaves Saturday anyway. I don’t know Tom.” He sighed. “I’ve got too much going on in my head. It’s hard to decide.” “You know mom would love it if you were here. It will make it easier on her if both of us weren’t gone at the same time.” I pointed out. I didn’t have to make any decisions like Kevin, that was how the Army worked. You went where they told you, when they told you to be there. “Mmmm”. He hummed. He was still trying to decide. “Kev, look… we should talk about how this is going to work, okay?” I moved up off his chest and sat with my back against my headboard. This was the hard part, and I felt a preemptive twinge in my heart with what I had to say. “I’m going to be busy with getting up to speed in whatever new job they put me in. It might be six months or more before I can get away. We won’t see each other much the next year. You’re going to be busy with school, but let’s try to talk every week even if it’s just a few minutes, okay?” His eyes refused to look at me. “Okay.” The reality was settling in. I continued. “Kev, you’re beautiful.” I started. “I know you don’t see it, but you are, inside and out. You’re going to get a lot of attention and…” “Tom—“ he interrupted “No, Kev, let me finish, please.” I took a deep breath. “It’s okay if you need to… you know… “. I didn’t want him to, but it would be unfair of me to expect him to be completely faithful to a man he almost never saw and it would be a couple years before we could even live in the same city. Add to that the fact we were men who sometimes thought with our dicks more than our other head. Just because I had no desire or need to have anyone but him didn’t mean he would feel the same way. It was not going to be too hard for me to keep it in my pants. There wasn’t going to be anywhere near the opportunities for me to fuck around as he would have. During training was one thing, but general fraternization was frowned upon if it wasn’t outright prohibited. And after Carol, and Kevin, I already knew sex with any other woman or man would be a disappointment. But Kevin could have just about anyone he wanted, and after what I saw at the grocery store I knew there would be plenty of men and women throwing themselves at him. His entire gay experience was limited to me, and there was a big wide gay world out there that he would want to jump into. If he hadn’t already, he was going to meet other gay people. All it would take was for Kevin to be caught in a lonely moment, or horny, or frustrated with being separated from me, or just tired of waiting and being good. There was also the possibility there would be someone he found he couldn’t resist. Kevin being gay meant he would find at least a few other men attractive and desirable. I didn’t have that problem. No one I looked at flipped my dick switch anymore. “That’s bullshit, Tom. You’re the only one I want. And you better not be saying you want to fuck around with your Army buddies.” He growled in barely controlled anger. He still wouldn’t look at me, and his eyes were darting left and right. “No Kev. I can promise you now that won’t happen. I know you don’t get how it is for me, but nothing except the connection I have with you does anything for me. Even with Sleeper I was just doing it for him, and now that he has Zeus I don’t need to do that anymore. Plus, we’re together again and just the thought of having sex with someone else doesn’t make me feel good.” I tried to explain. “Let’s just be honest with each other. Don’t hide it from me if it happens. I won’t get mad, okay?” “Whatever. Fine. But nothing is going to happen.” He said. “I don’t want to talk about this. It sucks bad enough you have to leave.” He crossed his arms and his eyes turned dark and stormy. I saw tears start in them. “You’re doing it again. You’re letting me go and you promised you wouldn’t.” “Babe, I’m not letting you go. I never want to let you go again.” I moved back down and pulled him tight to me. “You’re so hot and you don’t understand now. But I know you will.” Maybe I wasn’t being fair to him and maybe I saw too many hurdles we had to leap over. Fuck, I didn’t know anymore what I was doing. This was what I hoped to avoid when I left for the Army but was it the right thing to do? He wasn’t wrong. I switched my mind over to how I felt five nights ago when he snuck into my room. Fuck! I was being an idiot again, and I swore to myself I wouldn’t. Why did the thought of being apart from him make me start putting up walls? Why was that my knee jerk reaction and why was it so sneaky and automatic that I didn’t know I was doing it? “Kev, I’m sorry. You’re right. I was doing it again and I don’t know why. I don’t want to hurt you again. I don’t want to hurt me, or us again. You’re right, it’s bullshit. It means I don’t trust you to love me as much as I love you and you haven’t given me any reason to think that.” I sighed. “I don’t know why I do that. I’m scared, Kev. I’m scared you’ll find someone better, or even maybe something easier to deal with than my difficult life. We’ll have to hide who we are and what we do. I’m scared that you’ll decide you’ll be happier being open and out as a proud gay guy.” “Maybe I’m scared too. Did you think of that? I’ve got another two and a half years of boring school before I even think of starting my life while you’ll be out there doing exciting Army stuff, meeting tons of hot sexy soldiers like Addison and Zeus. You’re going to change, I just know it. You may not even want me in two years. You might decide that it’s just too much trouble to be with your gay boyfriend when you aren’t even gay and don’t have to be. You can find a girlfriend or a wife anytime you smile your handsome face at them.” And now he was crying. “I don’t need to be open and out, I don’t even want that. I don’t really even want people to know I’m gay. I didn’t want to be the gay poster boy in high school. Everyone at university thinks I’m straight and that’s the way I like it. So fuck you, Tom, you don’t get to decide for me just because you can’t handle this. You don’t get to be in charge. I’m not in your Platoon.” He got up out of bed. “Where are you going?” I asked, startled. “Home. Maybe we’ve got a lot more to think about than I thought.” He said, pulling on his underwear calmly. And that’s what frightened me. He wasn’t angry, he was calm, like he’d made a decision and had accepted something I didn’t know about. “Kev, don’t, please?” He grabbed his backpack and slung it over his shoulder, then came over to me, bent down, and gave me a real kiss that took me to that place, his eyes still wet but no more tears fell. “I love you Tom. Figure your shit out. I’ll be waiting. I’m willing to go the distance. You’re worth it. I hope you think I am too.” ***************** BRAVO PLATOON Graduation from training was anti climatic. Ordinarily (like with Basic and the original AIT) they’d feel like they’d crossed a finish line and were ready to embark on their new career as an Army soldier. Usually, the Army loved their ceremony, their rites of passage and made a big deal out of the entire process. This graduation was quiet with a closed group, just the Company and their direct superiors. Plus, they hadn’t yet been told what their next move would be. Almost every one of them had received awards and COA’s They’d made it back to base Wednesday. Since then, until graduation today, their duty had been busy work. As holdovers they helped all over the base with everything from maintenance to mess duty. The restrictions they had under training were still in effect, wake up at 4:30, PT, breakfast, duty during the day, barracks free time starting at 1800, then lights out and bed check at 2130. None of them could figure out what they were waiting for, and Sleeper checked with Lamont of the Charlies but they hadn’t gotten any word either. The Alphas and the Deltas hadn’t returned from graduation. Sleeper wasn’t authorized to call Assmunch to find out if he knew anything, but he probably hadn’t. He was reporting to Ft. Hood today to get his orders. “Platoon, fall in!” Sarge called before he’d even made it through the door. Troll yelled down the hallway to notify the others who weren’t in the bay. No one kept Sarge waiting this time, and they were all formed up in 20 seconds. “At 0800 tomorrow you’ll all report to the Lieutenant for your formal orders and paperwork, but I’ve been authorized to tell you that Bravo Platoon will undergo Airborne training at Ft. Benning, Ga. Pack out, you’ll be leaving tomorrow as soon as you get your orders. If you haven’t returned your issued gear to the Quartermaster, do so today before 1700 hours. Questions?” Sleeper jumped in before anyone else. “Will Private Brickmann join us there, Sarge?” “Did I stutter, Private? I am very sure I said Bravo Platoon.” Sarge irritably replied. “Private Gunnerson and yourself are tasked with transport of Private Brickmann’s gear and personal effects to your new duty station.” That was no big deal. Everything they had fit into a single large duffel and a backpack. “Sarge, are we ever going to know why we were chosen for this training?” Bootlicker asked. “Need to know, Private. And I don’t need to know, which means you don’t need to know. Be glad the Army saw fit to provide you with additional training. I think it’s because you’re all a bunch of maggot fuck ups the Army didn’t trust to let loose on the world. And apparently you’re all STILL fuck ups because they are sending you for MORE training. If you embarrass me and boot out of Airborne, I will personally hunt your sorry ass down and chop off your balls. If there aren’t any more stupid questions, get to it grunts. And you had better erase any sign of your presence from my barracks before you go. ANY AND ALL.” He stressed. “It’s tradition to leave your Sergeants with a parting gift. I’m sure you will think of something laying around that might be suitable. Something you’ve stashed away for a rainy day, perhaps. Dismissed.” With that, he turned and exited the barracks. They all scrambled to gather what had to be returned to the Quartermaster, talking excitedly about Airborne training with relief at being able to go through it together. It was definitely strange though. But Sleeper was convinced the Army intended them to become Army Rangers as a unit. Just before bed check, Sleeper and Bootlicker brought a bin filled all the leftover alcohol stash to the Duty Sergeant’s desk. “Sergeant, while cleaning the barracks we found this contraband in the storage room behind some crates.” Sleeper said, putting the bin next to the desk. “Well, I wonder who left it there so carelessly, Private.” “I can take a guess, Sergeant, but it’s not my place to speculate.” Sleeper chose a half truth being unwilling to directly lie to the Sergeant. “We just thought you might know of a good way to dispose of it. We’d take it to the dumpster ourselves but it’s too close to bed check. Unless you’d like us to?” Sleeper said. “No, I’ll take care of it. Can’t have you breaking the rules, can we?” “No Sergeant, we wouldn’t want to miss bed check.” *********************** “Do we know anything for sure?” Major Apone asked. “No Sir. None of the soldiers have reported any incidents or concerns.” First Sergeant Barrow replied. Barrow worked directly for the 172nd Infantry Brigade and did not report to Major Apone, but his duties meant any administrative issues like behavioral problems went to his desk. Except for a few instances that were normal run of the mill young soldier problems, none of the four Platoons had any issues. Major Apone looked at Sergeants Horvath and Walters. “So Platoon Bravo and Platoon Charlie, in six months, have had no instances of homosexual conduct despite complete restriction from liberty and being quartered together? I find that hard to believe. The background checks the Army conducted before selecting these troops indicated there would be at least some difficulties. Each of those Platoons has five homosexuals or potential homosexual soldiers. And I’m supposed to believe no one got their dick wet?” Horvath shrugged. “I don’t know what to tell you Sir. Even without a Duty Sergeant present there was nothing but the normal behavior of a 19 year old. We allowed them to have alcohol as directed, and parties every Saturday. Nothing got out of hand, it was all just your basic juvenile games. I’ve seen worse at some of the get togethers I’ve been to over the years. These boys seem intent on becoming good soldiers.” “Well, phase one is over. I’m no longer driving the bus. The Army wants them to mix with the other troops now. Maybe they’ll fuck up.” Apone said. “Sergeant Walters, Sergeant Horvath, you’re both on standby for temporary duty if these Platoons complete Airborne training successfully. You’ll be joining them at Ranger School. I fully expect a few failures.” “Sir, what’s the purpose here?” Sergeant Walters asked. “What are we supposed to be looking for?” Major Apone sighed. “A breakdown in command, morale, unit cohesion, any problems caused by homosexual troops. Squads and Platoons are tight knit units and the test study wanted to limit potential damage during phase one. This comes straight from the top, from the Pentagon. All this talk of homosexuals serving in the military makes us all nervous. There’s similar test cases being run for women in combat roles. The Gulf War showed it’s impossible to keep women away from combat danger even if they don’t participate in combat roles. Off the record, we’re having more problems integrating women than we seem to be having with homosexuals. And that’s purely for two reasons: One - the men don’t think the women can do the heavy lifting and pull their weight like a man, and Two - fraternization among the troops.” “Sir, there’s never been a duty performance issue with those troops, women or homosexuals. It’s been known since WWII that homosexuals and women have served honorably, sometimes with distinction.” Sergeant Horvath pointed out. He’d already reasoned out why the training Sergeants hadn’t been informed of the purpose for having the four Platoons here at Grafenwohr. The Army didn’t want their test group tainted by either favoritism or hardship. But he and Walters wouldn’t have any authority past this point. “Does the Army intend to keep these troops together?” “For now. The Airborne and Ranger courses are individual training, not unit training. They’ll go through the training at the same time, but will be on their own for performance evaluation.” Major Apone stated. “And as far as Airborne and Ranger School are concerned, Bravo and Charlie Platoons are troops specially chosen for the honor of undergoing Ranger training. They will be tested exactly the same as all the other soldiers. But you will be watching for any breakdowns. They will know you’re there, and you will be who they’ll want to come to first with any problems, or guidance. Only Col. Ulrich of the Airborne and Ranger Training Brigade will have any knowledge of this test group. He is under orders to keep the special nature of these troops quiet. As will you. Not even the Black Hats will know. None of the Instructors will know. You will report to him directly and only to him.” “Understood, Sir.” Sergeant Walters acknowledged. Alpha and Delta Platoons had probably been selected for a different path. Walters was suddenly glad he and Horvath hadn’t taken it easy on their boys. They were more than ready to excel.

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Chapter 11 A guy that was smoking and blowing huge clouds came over and stuck the pipe in the kids mouth. The kid took a couple huge hits and held it then blew them out. The kids pupils we are big as I have ever seen them. The guy with the pipe drew a big hit off the pipe then went down and shotguned it into the kids mouth. I didn’t know if the kid was ready for this or not. The kid struggled at first then seemed to melt into it. The kid blew it out and the guy did it again, this time the kid seems to enjoy it. After the Kid exhaled the second shotgun the guy put the pipe into the Kids mouth and he took what looked like a big hit off the glass pipe. The guy bent down and was about an inch or so from the kids mouth. The Kid reached up with his head and shotguned the smoke into the guys mouth. After the guy exhaled he started kissing this kid in earnest. Thay were making out in front of everyone.. The guy was pinching the kids nipples an the kid was moaning. It had already been a few hours and the Kid was no where near ready to quit. IN fact he was ramping up for more. He had no idea how much more he was going to get. The guy that was bent over had gotten another load and he was so spun that he was saying “ I need more in my cunt. I want plowed out all night “. The lead him to the other sling and got him settled into it. Someone came up with a couple straps and tied his arms to the chains near his arms. Could see his ass puckering and working as if he had something in him. The uy with the glass pipe came over and started the same as he did with the Kid, In no time the Bi guy with the family was sucking the smoke out of the other guys mouth like his life depended on it. Bout that time Horse came in. He looked around and saw the 2 guys tied in the slings. He waked over to the Kid and said “ Nice young piece of meat for me to break”. He asked the Kid “ Are you ready to submit and get or cunt ripped open and stuffed? Maybe Fly like an Eagle? “ The Kid said “ Yes sir. Please help me “. He walked over the Bi Guy and asked “ Are you ready to go into orbit Pig? “ At first the guy didn’t answer so Horse put 2 big callused finger up the guy and twisted them. At the same time he pinched they tiny cock the guy had. He immediately said “ Yes, send me there. PLEASE! “ With that one of the guys took a nice size butt plug and got out some special lube. I know this lube, it is heavily laced with Tina and will burn like hell an the warm the receiver nicely, and get him spun. The guy put a generous amount on the plug and a glob on the guys asshole. Then he pushed the plug up the guys torn ass. The guy stared to yell and about that time a guy stuffed a cock in the guys mouth. In no time the Bi guy was sucking on that cock. Horse walked over the[A1] Kid and stared playing with his ass and cock. He asked if he had anything yet and they assured him he had some but they weren’t sure how much. I spoke up and said he had at least a .3 and maybe more before he came down here. One guy said he pushed a small shard up him and he had been making clouds some. Horse said “ Get him ready, And you might as well get the Pig ready “. Horse had a cock of epic proportions. It was hanging down over almost to his knee and was as big around as a beer can. His balls and sack were equally impressive, they looked to be more than a hand full and you cold see his sack was filled with baby makers. I heard that a guy tried to drink all the cum out of him and almost choked to death on the huge amount. Horse said “ Get the Kid ready, And you might as well get the Pig ready “.

Chapter 10 The Guy yelled “ Fuck “, the guy replied “ You have no idea “. He proceeded to destroy the guys ass and probably with the cuts in his ass would get Pozzed tonight. The guy was gurgling, saying how great it felt. He was feeling the effects of that huge shard The guy kept fucking, getting as deep as he could. I could hear his grunts when the guy hit bottom or taped on the guys second ring. This went on for a while until the top guy said “ You ready to get pregnant Bitch ? “. The guy bent guy said “ Yes, Knock me up. Make a baby in me “. The guy was sweating a lot, I could tell he was not in control of himself, rather the Meds were taking him down the road to conversion. The guy with the Biohazard tat said. “ Ready or not, hear cums a hot POZ load into your guts you Fag “. With that he lunged forward and pulled the guys hips back. He had to have busted the second ring in the guys ass because he squealed and shock his head like a stuck pig. I wasn’t sure if he heard or realized that the load that he just took would probably send him home with a little extra gift. During all this I was enjoying a nice ass fucking from my friend. The Meth shard was working it’s wonders and the Liquid my friend shot up me had me as hard as a rock. I couldn’t get off, probably due to the Meth but that was OK. He pulled out of y ass and turned around and presented me with his ass. I eagerly pushed up his tight as. The guy that was sucking me started eating my ass. If anyone knows how sensitive a cock and everything gets when spun, try getting your ass eaten deep while spun. It is crazy wild. My friend said how good my cock felt up his ass., I had to agree. I stopped and was able to squeeze out a little piss. Mt friend said “ Fuck. You fucking pig”. I replied “ Looks who’s bent over taking some tina piss in his ass” . That got everybody’s attention. I went back to fucking and working my manjuice into is guts. I looked over to the Kid and he was getting yet another load shot in him from a guy that was hung average. I might have missed one or more, but I think it was his third load after coming down to the basement. The guy with the Bio-hazard tat came over to the kid and flopped his limp dick on the kids mouth. I wasn’t sure how clean it was but the Kid eagerly opened his mouth and stared sucking and licking the head. The guy said “ This is good youngster to break. He is already trained a little and ready. He will be fun to bring to the dark side “. The Kid just smiled and cleaned the guys cock like a good boy. I wondered how long until the kid going throat that size of a cock. The kid was getting fucked my a guy that had a very fat cock. You cold tell it wasn’t going in easy because the sling as rocking back and forth while he was stuffing that fat sausage up the kids ass. He pulled out without shooting and another guy came to get in the kids cunt. I noticed a PA that had a point on the end of it. He pushed his cock in the kids ass and went deep. The Kid moaned loud. I wondered if he took the second booty bump that I had given him. If he did he would really be enjoying this. The guy pulled out and you cold see red streaks on his shaft and under neath rings were hanging off the guys foreskin. I knew the kid had really been ripped up. The guy went over to the one guy that was recently bred The guy was bent over sucking a cock and the one with all the piercings walked behind him and proceeded to fuck the hell out of him. The guy tried to stand up but others held him down while the guy destroyed his ass. I knew he would be bleeding for a few days after this and would definitely go home with some diseases, just like a true fag should. A guy that was smoking and blowing huge clouds came over and stuck the pipe in the kids mouth. The kid took a couple huge hits and held it then blew them out. The kids pupils we are big as I have ever seen them.

Chapter 5 I waited until the kid was gone for about 10 minutes and got in my car and drove over. In my bag was a few items including a hood for me. I didn’t want the kid seeing me until he was spun out. If I had my way he would end up in the basement tied in a sling When I drove in I saw the Kid walking into the place. I parked next to the Kids car . I looked in and saw the empty water bottle. My plans were working so far. I walked in and the guy at the door recognized me and smiled and said the Kid really looks young but his ID checked out. I had sent him a link to the Video site and gave him the permissions to view the contents. He said “ I was looking at those Vids you really converted that kid in record time”. I told him “ It was easy since the kid got to reading real and fiction stories on BZ and wanted to experience some of them”. He said that the 2 other guys working tonight saw them and wanted to see if the kid would let them fuck him. I told him “ The Kid will be so fucked up that he will take anything up his ass” . He said great because ‘ Horse ‘ checked in earlier and is looking for a hole to break. I was a bit concerned because I have seen ‘ Horse ‘ fuck a guy. He is a Freak of nature. His cock hangs down to his mid-thigh or more and is thicker than a beer can. I heard that he was straight at one time but no woman would let his cock near them for fear of permanent damage. I told the guy “ Let Horse know that fresh young meat will be down in the basement soon enough “. I went inside thru the office door and stook off my joggers and put on my hood and went to my room. I put my bag in the locker in the room and could hear the Kid ruffling around in his room. I went back out the blackboard and put up a notice, “ Young Fresh Meat Needs Plowed , Rm 129 “. Usually the staff would erase these at the top of every hour but they knew about this one and would not erase it until we left. When I came back to my room the Kid had his door open and there was already a guy finger and eating the Kids Hole. The Kid was moaning and saying how great that felt. While I was standing there a guy came up and stared watching. The next thing I knew he slipped a finger between my cheeks and stared rubbing my hole. I am never one to turn down some action up my ass either. The guy got behind me spread my cheeks and stared eating my ass. I must say, it felt great. I looked back at the kid and saw that the guy had pulled the kids cock back and was sucking it while fingering the kid. From the angle of his 2 fingers I guessed he was massaging the Kids prostate at the same time. Between the T, G and what the guy was doing the Kid was really squirming around. I had hoped that the guy wouldn’t bring the Kid off to soon. I also knew that even if the Kid shot he wouldn’t want to stop. The guy stopped, stood up and dropped his towel. He had an average cock sticking straight out. I could have sworn that I saw it dripping precum. The guy put the head into the Kids hole and stared pushing in. The only lube was the guys spit. The Kid groaned and said “ I really need this, please do me “. With that the guy grabbed the kids hips and pulled him back. His cock bent a little but suddenly popped in. The kid gave out a loud grunt with the first Violation of the night. The guy must have been close because he only lasted a few minutes. After he pulled out I motioned to the guy behind me to take the kid if he wanted to, This guy also had an average cock and proceeded to plow the kid ass. This guy didn’t last long either and when I noticed a ring on his finger I knew he was there to get his rocks off and go home. I wondered if the guy gave any though to going up a hole that was probably POZ and maybe had other. He pulled out and another guy stepped up to enjoy the Kid. He had a smaller cock and looked dirty, almost like a home less guy. He pumped for a few minutes. The Kid was saying “ Deeper, Deeper, Rape my ass” . With the kid talking like that he was going to really get it tonight. The guy shot pretty quick and left.

Chapter 4 I bent him over and put some lube up his ass and then slowly pushed my cock in him. He was huming saying that the lube was nice and getting his ass warm but my ok felt great. He pushed back but I would not let him have any more than half, I wanted him ready for the night of debauchery that about to fall on him. I pulled out and gave his bare butt a couple swats and told him to get dressed and head over. It would be way after 8 when he got there. I told him it would be a little early but you would be able to get a room. I also told him that the rooms on the first floor are cool to roam in. there are= some glory holes and dark areas. I told him he might want to avoid the basement area , that is where it really nets nasty and wild., He asked like what and I said all the degenerates and molesters are hanging out. If you go down there I promise you will get everything in your wildest imagine and probably a lot more. I have known guys that went there and couldn’t walk right after. His eyes lit up when I said that. I told him that I had work to do and I might not be able to get over until late. He said OK. What he didn’t know is that I was going to follow him in and get a room next to his. I already talked to one of the guys working the door and told him about the kid. He was disappointed he couldn’t come to the party a couple weeks ago we had for him. He said he would take care of him. I asked him to get a room at the end of the hallways and hold the room next to him for me. He said “ that would be fine and when he takes a break maybe he could stuff his cock up the cunt of the newest ChemFag ”. I sent him a pic of the kid so he would recognize him. I told him to check his ID like normal, but he is shaved and when he walks around the place everyone will think he is a teenager piece of meat. The Kid left and went on his way to the sleazy bath. If he drank all the water like I told him by the time he got into the room the G would be kicking in. If he did what I told him to do and gave himself the booty bump and waited 15 minutes, he would be high and ready for anything. I waited until the kid was gone for about 10 minutes and got in my car and drove over. In my bag was a few items including a hood for me. I didn’t want the kid seeing me until he was spun out. If I had my way he would end up in the basement tied in a sling

Chapter 3 He told me that his girl friend was going to be out of town for a couple weeks and he had a four day weekend coming up. I told him to let me know what he wanted to do. He called me back and said his craving was getting the better of him but he thought he could handle the sleazy one. He figured he could say no and stay out of the bad areas. I told him it wouldn’t be that easy but he said he wanted some of what he got a couple weeks ago. I told him to come to my place on Friday when he was on his way. Also to clean out real good and shave he pubes again. I called my one friend and told him about the kids craving and the plan. He said he would drop off something for him. Friday my friend stopped in the afternoon and gave me 2 syringes. One had his special mix in it but looked bigger and the other one had a normal load of Meth. I asked him about what was in there and he said that the first one had the stuff to keep the kids cock had as nails and the other one had a huge load of meth in it. The Kid texted me and said he would be at my place about seven. Knowing this kid I knew ne would be knocking on my door at 7pm. There was a knock at my door and thought to myself it must be 7PM, sure enough it was and it was the Kid at the door. After he came in I asked him if the GF was gone and he said yes. He also added that they had a fuckathone last night and that he almost got the head of his cock up her ass. He did say he shot a huge load in her cunt and one down her throat. He said that since the party it seems that she has been instable. I asked him if he was ready and he said “ Yes, I really need this “. I said OK, I told him to drop his pants that I wanted to see his cock and ass. His cock seemed to have grown but it was hard as a rock. I got down and sucked if for a few minutes. When I felt he was really getting into this I stopped. I just wanted to make sure he was hot and ready. I turned him around and saw the faded words and marks on his ass. I tool some cleaner I have used and wiped it on his ass. With a little work I was able to get all the load marks off. I grabbed my marker and redid the POZ and NEG marks on his ass. Above it I put ‘ FUCK THIS TEENAGER UP ‘. The in smaller print I put ‘ First trip to a bath ‘. I figured when they saw his young frame and hairless Kid they would see this after he passed and it would be Game On. I gave the kid 3 bottles of water and the 2 syringes. I opened one and gave it to him and said to take a drink. I took it back and put the cap on it. He didn’t notice that it was opened already. I spiked it with some G. I wanted this kid to be so fucking horny he wouldn’t back out. I told him that he needed to keep hydrated and to drink about half on the way over and the rest of the bottle when he was parked. I told him to put the other 2 bottles in his bag for later. If they looked in his bag they would see sealed bottles and not think of it. I also gave him the enema bottle that he filled at the party. I told him that it was up to him but if he had to piss to put it in there, go to hi room and shoot it in his ass. There was a cap full of liquid in it, not much but it was some strong tina. I told him to put the 2 syringes in his socks so they would not be discovered incase they were looking for stuff. I also told him that once in the room, close the door, get naked go ass up on the bed and shoot the contents of the bigger one up his ass. I told him to stay like that for at least 15 minutes and then open the door with his ass up pointing at the door. I told him to hide the syringes under his mattress. He had some lube and poppers with him already. I bent him over and put some lube p his ass and then slowly pushed my cock in him. He was huming saying that the lube was nice and getting his ass warm but my ok felt great. He pushed back but I would not let him have any more than half, I wanted him ready for the night of debauchery that about to fall on him.

Hooked up with a couple who offer a 4hand massage and fun. Started off laying facedown while they gave me a massage, the one who was slightly thicker then rolled on a condom and fucked me till he was done, he said he had to leave so i was left with his partner. He turned me over and we started making out, he then wanted to top me, rolled on a condom but he went soft. I took it off and gave me a bj to get him hard, he then pushed me back down, slid into me raw and fucked me like I was his bf, raw and passionate . He then blew one of the biggest loads ive had.

great story

Mine hang so low, just want to snip them off👿

Of course. I didn't make the qpq = "if I do this, I want you to do that" thing. Makes perfect sense now. Maybe I was just out too late ..... thanks.

Waiting for the next chapter is worse than waiting on a new season of Yellowstone

Chapter 2 He said it was so much fun he was still craving more He said it was so much fun he was still craving more. I told him that the bath houses in the next town were a fun place to go if he wanted to try again. I told him to think it over and let me know. He called texted me the next morning and said he needed to talk to me. I texted back and said I would be home after 6 and able to talk. He called me right at 6, I wasn’t sure what he was so anxious to talk about. He told me that he really need to get more up his butt and would do anything to get it. I knew then that he was really hooked on the Chemsex. I asked him if he looked at the website on the paper he put in his jeans after the party. He said no that he forgot about it and put his cloths in the wash and the paper was destroyed. I texted him the information and logon details and told him to look. On that site was video clips and pics of what all he got into. It showed him getting booty bumps, slammed, fucked by the Cruel condom on the dildo and how pink it was. It also showed him sucking cock for both cum and piss, taking cocks up the ass including the two cocks with the Bio Hazzard tats on them. All the face parts were blurred out. We did have the originals incase he wanted to see his face in them. He called me back less than an hour later. He said that was hot and wanted it again. I told him in a month but if he wanted to get some action try the baths in the next town. One is clean and pretty much vanilla play. The other has a rep of being sleazy and really wild. I asked the kid if he was keeping the hair off his pubes. He said yes, smooth as a babies bottom. I told him that at either lace if he walked around naked he would get lots of action because he looked like a teenager and guys go for that. I didn’t tell him that in the sleazy one he would be considered only a piece of meat and all the guy would be ripping his ass up. There are guys there that lean toward the molesting side and he would be prime meat. He asked me about drugs. I told him at the upscale one probably not, at the sleazy one drugs are all over the place, trying to avoid them is the trick. I didn’t tell him that at the sleazy one all sorts of STIs and HIV+ unmedicated guys go there. He told me that his girl friend was going to be out of town for a couple weeks and he had a four day weekend coming up. I told him to let me know what he wanted to do.

Still blocked by the administrators. But below you will find the third part of Brad's transformation. I have not been idle and have completed part 5 here. Tomorrow I will post part 4 and I hope by Saturday I will have proofread part to post it then. In writing parts 4 and 5, I had to stop at times to jerk off myself. I hope you feel the same way when reading the story. Enjoy. Part 3 Slut training lesson one Well slut, what do you say to this said Jack. Will you work for your pleasure. Brad looked at Jack doubtfully, what should he say to this. His pussy was screaming for him to join in, his body was craving attention but his mind didn't want to go along with it yet. Jack saw that Brad was stuck with his thoughts and fingered the hole of his new slut. Brad began to ride Jack's finger. I want to hear slut, will you work for this pleasure and stopped Brad from fingering. Don't stop said Brad softly don't stop. You know what I want to hear Jack said. I .... I ..... yes what you said Jack. With hesitation there came out anyway I will work for it sir from Brad. It wasn't that hard slut. I knew you would work for it. You want your pussy filled and when I am done with you you will scream you want to be filled, you will say it without hesitation. Brad was embarrassed by what he had just said. This was not him, he was not gay. But still he could not resist the cry of his pussy to be filled. Well then said Jack then we will put you to work. He took a leg spreader from the wall and untied one of Brad's legs and in the meantime attached the spreader between his two legs. Brad who felt his legs were free was too late to react. The chems that were still coursing through his body had dazed him. His arms were untied from the bed and Brad thought for a moment of wanting to escape but he was pressed hard against the bed by Jack. What were you thinking slut, I'm loose I'm quickly trying to escape. Brad had no strength to resist and Jack placed his large and firm hand around Brad's neck and squeezed it so he couldn't breathe. I'll tell you 1 time kindly after that you won't get off cheap. You are my property from now on and you go and stand where I say understood. Brad couldn't answer and felt himself getting lightheaded and nodded. Jack loosened his grip and Brad got back into oxygen. Understood slut. Brad who was afraid to be grabbed again and said immediately and without hesitation yes sir I understand. Brad had to sit down on the bed and Jack took the harness he had laid ready. Put it on Jack said, Brad took the harness and put it on and Jack closed the straps. Brad had to put his arms on his back and Jack clicked them to the ring attached to the back. He was helped off the bed and had to stand up. The cane between his legs didn't make that easy and the chems made him stand and twist on his legs. Jack took some chains from the wall and while he was fastening them, Brad was thinking about whether he could escape or not. He looked at his options but he couldn't think clearly enough yet and his legs were weak and with that stick between his legs it wouldn't work. He had no choice but to stand because if he tried anything Jack would intervene immediately and who knows what he would do. Jack had attached the chains to the ceiling and loosened one arm from Brad's back and clipped it to the chain. He did the same with the other arm and Brad was now standing upright with his arms spread across the room. Time for some training said Jack You've had enough to enjoy he said and he stepped over to the wall and took some props. He placed a nipple clamp on each nipple and Brad squealed out. Don't cry slut this is just the beginning. He tied off the balls with a piece of string and hung a weight on them. Brad curled his toes and tried to swallow the pain. Jack came up behind Brad and took a whip in his hand and lightly struck Brad's ass. Brad shocked from the blow and the shock caused the weight to swing back and forth pulling on his balls. With the swinging of the weight it pulled more and more on his balls causing his scrotum to be pulled out. Brad had conflicting feelings running through his body. He experienced both pain and pleasure. Jack gave another stroke this one was already a little harder and again he gave a cry. With the next stroke I don't want to hear another scream slut. Do you understand? Because if you give any more cries I will hit harder and harder. Brad didn't want him to hit harder and on the next stroke he tried to hold back and only let out a light murmur. You learn fast Jack said, that's the way I like it. The next stroke he gave was against Brad's cock and this time he couldn't hold back and let out another moan. You know what this means slut and Jack gave another stroke but this time it was harder. The weight on his balls swung back and forth violently pulling firmly on his balls but Brad forgave the pain and did not let out a cry. Good girl. Brad received a few more strokes of the whip and couldn't hold on any longer he wanted it to stop. Please stop this I can't take any more. Jack came to stand in front of Brad and pulled on the nipple clamps. I decide when we stop. Brad squealed out and curled his toes. Stop screaming Jack called out and pulled even harder on the nipples. Brad once again forfeited the pain he began to sob and tears ran down his cheeks. Jack took the whip back in his hand and was now striking the nipples. Brad had no strength left and little by little he was sinking through his legs more. Jack grinned, we will have to train you slut you need to get stronger because with such a weak slut we are nothing. Jack put the whip away and went to the table with the bottles and took the pipe and some crystals. We will give you back some strength he said. Brad was near the end of his strength and wanted it to stop. You may blow some clouds. You can choose he said either you do it yourself or I put the mask on it is up to you. Brad didn't know what to say. He didn't want any chems, in fact he would have preferred to leave but he also knew he had no choice. Maybe if I do it myself I can make sure I fake it. I'll do it without the mask sir see Brad. Good choice, Jack said. He took the pipe and showed Brad how it worked. When I say inhale you do so until I say stop. You can't breathe out until I say so, you understand slut. If you don't do this then you will get from the whip. Jack had the whip in his hand. Brad knew he wouldn't be able to fake it because he didn't want to get hit again. Then rather walk around high anything is better than that pain. Jack took the pipe and lit it the crystals began to melt and the smoke formed. He placed the pipe against Brad's mouth and said inhale slut and hold it. Brad did his best because he didn't want to get another hit from the stick. He held in the smoke and as soon as he could he blew out a big white cloud. He felt a warm feeling come over him and Jack said breathe in again and he did what was asked of him. The more he breathed in the white smoke the warmer he got and the hornier he got back and he felt the energy coming back. Jack repeated it a few more times and as soon as he saw Brad's eyes begin to spin around in his head and his pupils were in his head like flying saucers he stopped. Brad was completely gone. The other chems hadn't fully worn off yet and if anything he was getting a new batch in. Yesterday he had never taken drugs and for the last few hours he had not been sober. Before he would realize it himself, he would be addicted and couldn't live without it. Brad had fallen into a trance. He heard the moans from on the flat screen and he felt Jack's firm hands caressing his body. Brad groaned and Jack stopped stroking. He unloaded the weight on Brad's balls and also removed the nipple clamps. Releasing the weight was a relief for Brad but releasing the clamps made him moan in pain. His arms were also loosened and secured back on his back. The cane was taken from between his legs and finally Brad could reposition his legs the way he wanted. On your knees said Jack. Brad got down on his knees without a problem and thought he could rest for a while. His head was spinning, his pussy was itching and he was as horny as could be. He looked at the screen and saw a boy who was also on his knees and he was sucking the cocks that were offered to him. Brad liked what he saw and opened his mouth and his tongue came out and moaned lightly. He couldn't think straight anymore because if he could think straight it wouldn't have found this horny. Do you like what you see slut. Do you want to suck a pole too. Do you want to indulge your master and embrace your real slut side. Brad couldn't make any sense out of it and he wanted to say no but Jack couldn't hear that it was more of a moan and mumble than a no. Ok then said Jack and he stepped to the wall and took a mouth spreader, he placed it in Brad's mouth and attached it to his head. Brad's mouth was completely spread open and drool started pouring out of his mouth. Brad didn't really realize what was happening because his head was spinning. Before we go any further you need to drink some more slut said Jack and he took the rest of the Getorade pulled on Brad's hair pulling his head back and telling him to drink it all without spilling a drop. Jack poured the Getorade laced with G into Brad's mouth and he obediently swallowed it all. Brad had to stand back up and sit in the shower. I have to piss first said Jack. Jack took his pole in his hand and started pissing all over Brad's face. Brad felt humiliated and didn't want this and tried to stand up. But with the piss falling past him onto the floor of the shower he slipped and fell headfirst into the wall. You shouldn't try to avoid this slut. From now on, you're a pisser and soon your mouth will be a mouth to piss in. You'll like it and you'll learn to swallow it all neatly. Brad shook his head and tears began to form. Brad who was wet with piss had to crawl out of the shower on all fours until it was in front of the bed. Jack set himself on the bed and took hold of Brad's head. His mouth was still spread wide open and drool was running from his mouth. Jack spat into Brad's mouth and he looked at his eyes which were now spinning around even more in his head. The G is starting to work again he thought. Time to teach him to suck. He took hold of his limp pole and placed his thick fat glans on Brad's tongue. It's time slut, it's time you thanked your master for all the pleasure he has already given you. Brad could do nothing and tears were running down his cheeks. This was the moment he would have to suck and cock for the first time. He did not want this, but he knew he would have no choice he could not possibly close his mouth and could not leave . The last drops of piss dripped onto his tongue and this was how he tasted piss for the first time. It made him gag. Are you going to gag already said Jack and my pole is not even in your mouth yet. Jack pushed his already half hard cock into Brad's open mouth. Even before Jack could say now you can gag, Brad got a disgust reflex because Jack's penis was way too big for Brad's mouth who had no experience with sucking. Don't you dare throw up slut, you could lick it all up. Instead of being disgusted you should lick my pole clean with your tongue, later you can learn to suck, first you should learn to use your tongue. Even though was he horny from the G and the Tina yet Brad began to weep and tears ran down his cheeks. Jack had had enough and pulled his hair and told him to lick and Brad couldn't help but lick Jack's pole with his tongue. Carefully he began to lick. But Jack was not content with this and took hold of Brad's head and pushed his pole completely inside, Jack's cock was completely up to Brad's throat and again he started gagging. Jack slapped the head and told him to stop gagging, he needed to indulge his master's pole. Brad got a new surge of horniness over him the G gave off a new load of horniness and his pussy began to call back to be filled. Tears welled up in his eyes, wet with piss, drool running from his mouth and a thick pole in his mouth. How could anyone possibly enjoy this he thought but still he was horny and wanted his ass filled he couldn't stop the feeling , no matter how much he wanted to. Jack withdrew his almost hard pole and Brad gasped and began to babble something unintelligible. The G and Tina were firmly working making him tell his thoughts. But because of the mouth spreader, Jack didn't immediately understand what he was saying. What he understood from it was pussy and stuffed. Jack was able to make ends meet and took hold of Brad's neck and looked deep into his flying saucers. Do you want your pussy filled slut, do you want to enjoy. Brad who no longer had control over what he said or did nodded. A smile appeared on Jack's mouth. Good, you'll have to earn it then. Jack stood up and picked up a medium plug and smeared it with Tina lube and with the suction cup he placed it against the wall. Brad had to stand up and walk over to the wall. He saw the plug hanging on the wall and he got a fright. Jack looked at Brad and said this is what you wanted right? You asked for it. Brad who was so high and had no idea what he was doing or saying just nodded. You can spoil your own ass later. You can show me how much you want that plug in your pussy. But first I will take off your mouthpiece. Jack took the spreader out of Brad's mouth also loosened his arms and placed him in front of the wall and made him bend over and lower himself until the top of the plug pressed against his pussy. Brad felt the tip pushing at his pussy and a warm feeling came over him. His mind told him to insert that plug fully that way he would be complete. He tried to sit on the plug to get it into his pussy that way but Jack stopped him. So hasty, do you have such a need for your pussy to be filled slut. Don't forget anything first. You should be grateful to your master for giving you this. How will you thank me for this. Brad couldn't say anything at this point would prefer to push that plug in so his pussy would be filled and he would have a perfect feeling. You can give me a blowjob first and if I like it you can sit down and give yourself some pleasure. Brad who couldn't think anymore was in doubt anyway. He wanted that plug in his pussy but he didn't want to suck that fat cock. The call of his cunt won over his doubt and he opened his mouth. Good for you said Jack and now take that fat pole in that slutty mouth of yours. Jack stood with his fat black cock right in front of Brad's open mouth and Jack said start licking it with your tongue and work it right in, slut. Brad stuck his tongue out and carefully licked at the thick head of Jack's cock and took the tip into his mouth. The realization that he had a cock in his mouth voluntarily brought tears to his eyes again. But still he continued he needed a filled pussy. His mouth slid further over Jack's firm pole and he pushed back as Brad slid the butt plug deeper into his hole. Feeling his pussy filled and pulled open made him hornier and he took Jack's pole even more into his mouth as deep as he could. After he had Jack's cock almost completely in his mouth he began to suck on it lightly. Jack pushed Brad further back and the plug was at its thickest point and slid all the way into Brad's pussy. Now he felt complete and the idea of having a cock in his mouth no longer bothered him. He began to suck and lick as best he could. Because he was going at it so violently, the suction cup detached from the plug. Jack was satisfied and groaning slightly sat down on the chair he had prepared. Brad sucked like a man possessed. Yes sletje suck but good on. Soon I will reward you with your first nice load of seed. Brad didn't hear this he was now in a complete trance he felt the plug pushing against his prostate and the pre-cum was running from his limp Tina cock. With his one hand Jack took hold of Brad's head and began to set the rhythm Brad followed Jack's rhythm along and with his other hand he pushed and pulled lightly on the end of the plug giving Brad an extra boost of horniness. He stopped sucking for a moment and sang out a loud moan. Yes, one more please. Brad was shocked by what he said to himself but by the blissful feeling of the plug in his ass he didn't care about the rest and sucked firmly on Jack's cock. Jack let him suck firmly further and regularly pulled the plug until the moment he was about to squirt. Then he took a firm hold of Brad's head and with a few violent thrusts he came to his climax and squirted solid gobs of seed into Brad's mouth. Brad felt the cock of pulsate and a stream of salty sweet seed come into his mouth, by what happened he got a surge of clarity. He didn't know what to do there had just been a man cumming in his mouth. He couldn't do anything because Jack had his head so tight and and cock filled his mouth so nothing could get out of his mouth. Jack, who was still enjoying the aftershocks, said to Brad, we will still be able to make something of you. Your sucking technique needs some work but for a first time this was not bad. I will now take my pole out of sluts mouth but do not dare to spit out my seed. This is my gift to you and you must keep it in you. You will have to swallow everything neatly. Brad knew that if he didn't do this he would get knocked or spanked and as soon as Jack pulled back his limp cock he tried to swallow the seed but it didn't go right away. His stomach turned and he wanted to spit it out. Jack pressed his hand to Brad's mouth and said swallow slut. You can do it and on the second try Brad swallowed the seed. Well that wasn't bad for the first day said Jack. Now you can regain strength he said. Lay down on the bed. The plug was removed from his cunt and Brad's arms were fastened again. Brad let everything happen. He was still high and overwhelmed by what had just happened. Jack took a sleeping pill from the drawer of the closet and stuck it in Brad's mouth. Brad swallowed it with some water he got. Sleep now but tomorrow we will continue working on your slut training. Brad got sleepy, his eyes fell closed and his mind where at full speed processing what had just happened. Before he fell asleep he realized that he was not going to get out of here and that this was just the beginning. What would he have to go through next.

More winter weather in Dallas and the icy roads makes hook ups impossible. Went out yesterday at lunch before the roads got bad and went to Paris, a nearby ABS. Got nailed by a hung Latino guy there for a quickie, came in me twice. Was there a while longer and swapped with a chubby late 20s/early 30s guy. He wanted to wrap but didn’t have condoms and neither did I. Was too lazy to go up front and get some, said we could start out bare but wound up taking my load after all. He had no problem unloading in me of course. Gotta love lazy pigs like him who give up and give in.

Hello everyone, thanks for the nice comments. The account I used to post the first part has been blocked for now. The administrator felt the story did not fit in chem fiction and moved it to the bi/straight section. As a result, my account is blocked until March 4. I have sent an email to the administrator for this but get no response. Despite this, I have continued to write the story and part 2 and part 3 are now finished. So that is why I am posting this now under a different name. Part 2 can be found below and I hope you like it. If you have any fun ideas for the rest of the story let me know. Part 2 the preparation Jack entered the room. Brad who was still tied up on the bed looked at Jack and floundered violently on the bed hoping to get loose. Try it, go wild it doesn't matter anyway you will never get loose said Jack. It makes it all the more fun for me to convert you. Despite the ball in his mouth you could still hear no never from the mouth of Brad. Jack grinned, you are not my first boy nor will you be my last. When I'm done with you will beg me to empty my fat cock into your ass, you'll beg me to swallow my seed and you'll want to please me so much that you'll be willing to do anything for me. Brad began to cry out why and tears ran down his cheeks. Jack was laughing loudly with the crying and yelling Brad. Why, well I'll explain it to you. We picked you very specifically, our clients are looking for athletic studs who have been transformed. They love to humiliate former pussy lovers, drug them and fuck their butts open. You fit the bill completely. Angel first gained your trust and made sure she could control your entire life without anyone starting to look for you. Let's get down to it, I'm looking forward to it. Because I love to see a transformation happen, it brings me great pleasure and delight to see my work bear fruit. The light was turned on in the room and Brad could now see the room clearly for the first time. Everywhere he saw attributes lying around. The walls were lined with chains, whips, ropes there were several benches with all kinds of sizes of dildos and cone shaped things. He saw rings lying pliers, and other weird looking instruments. In the corner he saw a shower and a toilet. In the middle there were different kinds of benches with holes in them on the side there was a cross there hung a cloth attached to the ceiling with 4 chains. Next to the bed there was a table with syringes and needles, different kinds of bottles of pills and lubricants. He also saw gas masks and armor. On the other wall he saw pumps hanging rollers with spikes on them, he saw clamps hanging and on the ceiling and on the walls he will attachment points to hang chains. In front of the bed was a large flat screen on a wheeled base. With most things he could imagine what they were for but with some things he really had no idea. Jack went to the table where the syringes were and picked up a bottle of lube. He positioned himself on the bed and put an amount of lube on his fingers and without warning shove it up Brad's ass. Brad tried to spar against it but it didn't have much effect. Jack was in complete control and Brad tied up nothing starting against the burly Jack. Brad cried out in pain, it was the first time he had fingers in his ass and his exciting pussy was giving him a huge pain jolt from the brutal invasion. A grin came to Jack's face. Soon you will get hot he said first it will burn and then for the first time you will experience what it feels like to have an empty pussy. Jack withdrew his fingers and Brad still shouting no no no no please stop. He felt the burning in his ass come on. What are you guys doing stop this he yelled. Not that Jack really understood what he was yelling or cared. After a few minutes the burning sensation began to ebb away and Brad looked around with fear. Jack had gone to the wall and was taking a gas mask from the wall. Brad felt a tingling sensation rise in his ass, he didn't know what it was but he indeed felt an empty feeling in his ass. Fight it, Fight it you won't let yourself be used he was telling himself. Jack stood beside the bed and took the gag out of Brad's mouth. Finally the damn ball was out of his mouth, he started calling for help as loud as he could. Jack grinned, yell as loud as you can slut no one can hear you. I am not your slut, untie me and let me go. If you let me go now I won't tell anyone what happened here. I will not untie you and you will not tell anyone either said Jack you will be here for a long time and when we are done will want to tell everyone how proud you are of your new life and status. Brad tried to say something back but the Tina began to overpower his thoughts and his ass was clamoring to be filled. Oh what do we see there said Jack is the Tina starting to do his job. No cried Brad, I will never transform I am a real guy a guy who fucks women. We will see about that said Jack and with some difficulty placed the gas maker on Brad's head. Brad yelled for him to take off the mask but Jack took a pipe and some crystals and melted them and inhaled the white smoke. He blew it into the hose of the gas mask and then held it closed. He repeated this several times and little by little Brad's cries hushed. His body stopped struggling and he began to moan lightly. Jack stroked Brad's nipples and saw that he was beginning to squirm on the bed. He stroked his cock and heard Brad moan lightly. Then he put some more special lube on his fingers and inserted them into Brad's pussy without any opposition from Brad. Brad moaned and between moans you could still hear stop, I don't want this. The gas mask was taken off and the flat screen turned on, a movie began to play. Brad saw a young guy like him lying on a bed where there were several men standing around and fucking the boy. The boy was also sucking some cocks and you could hear he was enjoying it. Brad got headphones on and heard the boy being fucked moaning and asking to be fucked more and harder, he too heard someone talking in the background saying in a sweet tone that he was a slut a penis loving whore who wants nothing more than to suck real men's cock, a slut who gets his pussy fucked and filled with seed, a whore who lets himself be used. Jack left the room, leaving Brad alone with the movie and headphones. This will help bring him closer to his transformation, I have seen it happen several times and this time will be no different. Brad tried not to look but because his head was fixed he could only close his eyes. The headphones made sure he still heard the constant moaning and the soft voice that was imprinting on him that he was a slut. The chems caused him to become aroused by the moans and his ass to scream to be filled. He tried to tell himself that he was straight and that he could resist but after a few minutes he could no longer control himself and started watching the movie anyway. He saw the young man being pimped on all sides. Even though he found it horrifying to watch, deep down he felt a strange sense of longing. He tried to banish the thoughts from his mind but the sound of the moaning and the voice in the background took over from his own thoughts. An hour later, the chems began to lose power, the movie continued to play and Brad could resist more of what he was being shown. He try to break free again but quickly felt that it would not work. Jack came back into the room and turned on the light. Untie me cried Brad, I will never do what you are showing me here, never. Jack remained silent for a moment took off the headphones and opened a bottle of Getorade, you need to drink he said, because you have been lying here for a while. We don't want you to get dehydrated. Brad indeed had a dry mouth but didn't know if he would drink from the bottle. He refused, but Jack pinched his nose shut and poured the bottle into his mouth. Brad started to gag but still drank the bottle half empty. It tasted strange, surely something must have been put into the drink he thought. He was right Jack had indeed put GHB in the bottle and Brad would soon find out. Jack took some special lube again and Brad tried to struggle again. You know it's no use friend said Jack, stop resisting and accept your new life. As Jack stuck his fingers with the lube in Brad's pussy Brad cried out no, never. Again he felt that burning sensation and tingling sensation in his ass. Jack took a quick look at his new toy and saw that the Tina was starting to do its job again. Just a little while longer he thought and then the G will be in his system too and we can introduce something for the first time. Brad tried again to fight chems and the feeling that came up his ass. Jack meanwhile was stroking Brad's body to make him a little hornier and was spinning circles around the sphincter. Brad who was trying to fight it had to give in. The G was starting to kick in and he couldn't resist the stimulation of his sphincter. The muscle opened gently and that was the signal for Jack. Look what we have here said Jack. Brad was moaning lightly through the chems and without wanting it to be the same he was enjoying the attention his ass was getting. Jack got up and walked over to the wall where the buttplugs were. He took one of the smallest plugs and went back to the bed. Brad had stopped moaning and started moaning because his pussy was not getting any attention. He saw the plug Jack had in his hands and between moans started saying, no don't , I don't want it. Sure you do said Jack, your pussy is asking for it. Your pussy is starting to open up spontaneously. He took back the lube and put it on the plug and stuck it in Brad's virgin pussy. Brad wanted to work against it but the chems made it impossible. He felt the top of the plug push against his sphincter muscle. Like a miracle the muscle opened up and let the tip of the plug in without any problems. No I don't want this cried Brad and Jack grinned. Your pussy says something else, my friend. Jack pushed the plug a little further and Brad felt his ass being pulled open. A feeling of pain and at the same time of relief came through him. The pain of his muscle being pulled open and relief of his pussy being filled. The plug was pushed deeper and something magical happened for Brad. Suddenly his muscle closed back up as the plug was completely in his ass and he felt a sense of satisfaction. The pain was gone and his tight pussy was completely forming around the plug. Jack took back the headphones and put them back on Brad's head. The soft voice and moans of what was happening on the screen were back. The lights were turned back off and Brad was alone again. This time the feeling was different for Brad. He watched the movie still in horror but he felt his pussy filling the plug. He tried to push the plug out of his ass but he couldn't. He pushed and every time he stopped he felt the plug sucking back into his cunt and that gave him a blissful feeling of fullness, he felt the plug massaging his prostate. Some pre-cum was flowing from his limp dick He felt the wet spot and was shocked by what he saw. This can't be happening he thought, sex between men can't turn me on. I don't want this. But the chems and the plug were doing their job and without even realizing it Brad was moaning and trying to get the plug deeper into his pussy. Each time he did, more pre-cum poured out of his pole. His horniness was beginning to take the upper hand over his thoughts. The longer it went on the more his wall began to break down and the more he began to accept the feeling of a plug in his pussy. He started working his ass so hard to get the plug deeper that without realizing it he had pushed the plug out of his ass. He got an empty feeling in his pussy and even though he wanted to fight it he started to cry out, please help me put it back in. Please put it back in I need it. Jack who was following along in the room next door on the screens saw it happen and started to grimace. He knew something had changed with Brad. He let him call for a moment and then went into the room and came to stand next to Brad took off the headphones. Jack saw the pre-cum on Brad's belly and said laughing a little oh slut did you like the plug in your pussy so much you couldn't hold back. What do you want slut why did you call out. Brad was embarrassed by the moisture on his belly and looked at Jack with doubt, he didn't know what to say. On the one hand he didn't want this but on the other hand he didn't want to continue with this empty feeling in his ass. I euh, I euh . Yes said Jack what do you want. I want to hear you say it all you want, ask me and I'll see what I can do. Brad hesitated and tried to counter but Jack started circling Brad's sphincter again with his finger. Brad couldn't take this anymore and without another thought he said put it back in. What said Jack, what do you want. Put that thing back in my butt see Brad. That thing is a butt plug said Jack and if you want it back you will have to ask nicely. May I please have the plug back said Brad. That's not how you ask it Jack said. You ask it like this: May I please have a plug in my slut ass sir. Brad didn't want to say it but the stimulation of his sphincter, the empty feeling in his cunt and the chems took over. Without another thought the words came out of Brad's mouth and Jack stepped up to the wall and took a larger plug. Brad saw Jack standing there with the bigger plug and wanted to say no but Jack interrupted him by saying he should be glad he got a bigger one and he should thank his master. He asked for it to get a plug back in his ass. Jack smeared some special lube back on the plug and pushed it back into Brad's ass. Brad felt his ass immediately open up and suck the tip of the plug in. He groaned, then he felt the plug was much larger than the previous one and his sphincter was pulled open again. He groaned in pain but Jack had no pity and pushed the plug in fully. Brad felt his muscle close back up and his cunt suck the larger plug tight. Again he felt that burning sensation and after a few minutes he felt his cunt relax and a huge surge of horniness came over him. Jack who remained in the room this time was watching the spectacle. Brad was rubbing his ass on the bed trying to push the plug deeper. Jack positioned himself on the bed and gave a tap to the flat piece of the dildo. A loud moan of pleasure filled the room and Jack pushed against the plug for a moment. He pulled lightly on the plug and then released it again. You could tell Brad was enjoying the new sensation he was discovering. Do you like it slut asked Jack. Brad groaned but remained silent. I asked do you like it slut and Jack gave a firm tap to Brad's ass. Brad gave a moan and said yes I like it. Brad got another smack against his ass. You don't talk to me like that Jack said. You need to learn your place. Again. Do you like it slut. This time Brad didn't hesitate and said Yes sir I like it. Good girl said Jack. We are going to make your pussy enjoy much more he said but you will have to earn it. Brad who was moaning was startled. He felt Jack pull the plug and pull it out of his ass. Because he was doing it so roughly, Brad got a pain shot through his body. But once the plug was out of his cunt the empty feeling came back. Pleas put it back in sir moaned Brad. But Jack refused. It's time you learned that you don't get something for nothing. Brad looked at Jack and everything went through him. His mind as far as he could still think said no, his ass and his body said yes. How far would he be willing to let this go, how long would he be able to resist and how long would he have to stay here. What were they still planning to do with him. He didn't want this but the feeling of a plug in his ass was still so delicious. His mind was completely messed up by the chems and the manipulation he didn't know what to think, say or do anymore. Well slut, what do you say to this said Jack. Will you work for your pleasure.

My next door neighbor told me that I was born to service men when I was 8. He's the one who taught me how to suck and swallow, how to serve multiple cocks, and he was the first one to fill me with cum. Once he broke me in, I used his house to meet me and boys almost daily after school... He was video taping every session and selling it on the back market. I had quite a following at age 10, and have been contacted by law enforcement off and on for years when a raid finds an old copy of me getting fucked, cum or pissed on. Good times

I don’t think bottoms should ever refuse a top. I was bred last week by a guy I was not attracted to at all but he wanted it so I offered it up. At the end of the day is bottoms are just a receptacle for a man’s seed.

I realise it has been a while and I am sorry for that, I cannot promise when part V is comming since I do not write daily or even weekly but this while go on and it will end 😉 For now enjoy IV - A trap well set Daniel’s cock was throbbing and leaking precum. His eyes were closed and all he was feeling was this rough, wet tongue fucking his ass. His mind was in overload, he was sweating, having chills at the same time and he was moaning. It had been a while since he’d been rimmed, and he hadn’t realized how much he needed this. Every time Mike pushed his tongue into him, he pushed his hips back at him. It was a dream; it was hot, it was sexy …. And then it stopped. Suddenly, this amazing feeling was gone and left him empty, his ass pushed back as if he could regain what he’d lost by just trying hard enough to catch it again. But Mike’s tongue did not return, and so Daniel was forced to open his eyes. Standing right before him stood a well-defined twink with only shorts on. He was grinning all over his face and tried to act jealous when he said: “I thought it would be me, who would be on the receiving end of tonight’s action”. Assbreeder82… Mike was standing behind Daniel grinning back: “Samuel meet my fanboy. He is only here to watch tonight, since he does not want to catch anything but I thought I entertain myself as long as you are not here!” On that note Mike closed the gap between him and the young hot redhead twink, drew him into a hot passionate kiss. They both started making out so hard, they seemed to have forgotten everything around them. Daniel suddenly realised he was still in the same position, he had been when Mike ate him out. Quietly not to disturb the two he climbed of the couch, his eyes focused on the sexy bodies in front of him, that were still grinding into each other. Mike could feel his own dick getting even harder as he watched. He couldn’t believe that he was actually witnessing what he had only seen in all of those videos so far. Mike’s hands were moving up and down Samus young body. The 19-yr-old was well defined from all the swimming he was doing in his free time. He was a little smaller then Mike but not short. His red hair was a stark contrast to the dark black on Mikes head. Finally Mikes hands grabbed Samu’s ass cheeks and spread them apart. Daniel got a good look of a sweet pink asshole that was either naturally hairless or freshly shaven. Samu started to open Mikes pants which already showed the outlines of a huge cock. Mike stopped him stepped out of his pants and put the boys hands back onto his crotch “I know you want this bitch! And I will give to you good, I promise” With that Samu freed Mikes cock from his prison. By now the couple had moved so Mike could see Daniel from where he was standing. For a second he let go of Samus lips and looked directly at Daniel, standing there naked with a raging hardon that was easily 21x6 cms. Mike grinned and nodded at Daniel to move closer. Then he pushed Samu gently but firmly down to his knees. The twink knew immediately what his alpha wanted and was sucking Mike’s fat cock. Mike grabbed some of Samus red hair and was guiding the twink all the way down his veiny dick. “That’s a good slut ! Make that dick nice and wet. You know this is the only lube your ass is going to get before my first load!” Samu seamed to enjoy the degrading talk, since his hardon got even harder and he seemed to go even deeper when he was deepthroating Mike. Mike was still looking Daniel in the eye, grinning at the stunned voyeur. “Do you like the little show Daniel ? Is it like you imagined it ?” Daniel was hard as fuck, he couldn’t think straight, he was in his own porn fantasy heaven. Here stood the man he had spend countless nights wanking to, 3 meters away from him facefucking a cute redhead into oblivion. He could smell the sweat and precum in the air and he had to admit, he envied Samu for being able to touch Mike. “Its amazing!” Was all he managed to say. “Well weren’t you supposed to film this, fanboy ? Get closer and get you cellphone out! But remember our deal, no touching or I will fuck your ass and flood it with my cum! “ Like in trance Daniel moved closer, his cellphone now in his hand. He was opening his cameraapp, the lense focus on Samus mouth sucking on Mike’s huge member and pressing the record button. Something changed then. It was like Daniel got freed of his hypnosis, he changed into camera mode and started to move around the two. Trying to catch the best angle, trying to record everything, so he could come back to this later when he was home. The saliva dropping to the ground, Mike’s mischievous grin gabbing the twinks head and pushing him all the way down onto his cock, Samu grasping for air when Mike’s cock was so deep down his throat that he had no chance of getting any oxygen. Daniel recorded it all, his confidence up again, since he knew what he wanted to see, what he wanted to record. Mikes dick was facefucking Samu by now and though the twink was loving it his face was a mess. Spit, precum and tears were mixing up to a hot mess of body fluids. Mike finally realised Samu from his cock and was dragging him to the couch. Exactly to the same spot where Daniel got rimmed just a few minutes ago. Samu even assumed the same position as Daniel had before, bending over the couch, pushing out his ass. Mike got behind him, hard as can be aiming at the tight twink’s hole with his fat uncut bare cock which was still covered with precum and spit. He put his mushroom head on the twinks hole and pushed . Samu screamed in pain and pleasure as his young unprotected ass got invaded forcefully by Mikes precum leaking cock. Daniel was standing on the opposite side of the couch filming when he realised Mike was watching not Samu but him. He lowered his cellphone and looked up. Mike was starring at him grinning his impish grin as he was pushing slowly further and further into Samus boycunt. The twink was still struggling with the size of Mikes cock, when Mike said: “ What do you say fanboy, shall I be gentle with him or treat him like the slut he is?” Daniel didn’t think straight anymore he was so turned on, by Mike interacting with him while fucking he just said: “ Pound and breed the boy!” And with that Mike rammed his dick into Samus hole all at once and started to long dick the twink. Samuel was whinning once more, since it did hurt a bit. The truth was though that he had been pounded and breed by Mike plenty of times and could take his dick just fine if he wasn’t to mean with him. The aganda tonight though was another one and for that one he was supposed to put on a little show. As Mike was fucking away he motioned Daniel to come closer “ You wanna see how my dick is opening up this sweet pink hole ?! Come over here fanboy you are missing the best view!” So Daniel moved to the other side of the couch. Standing right next to Mike he saw how his fat cock was pumping into Samuel. Daniel loved it. He moved even closer to the two. Mike keeping his eyes locked on Daniel. “ You want to feel how my cock is entering him ? Feel how it is sliding into him ? Leaving my precum in his hot ass ? “ Mike said pulling all the way out and pushing back in. “Touch it Daniel! See how it feels to get fucked!” And Daniel still in horniness overload put his hand on Mikes fat cock as he was sliding back into the twink, guid

I was 14 or 15. I found one of those underground newspapers that used to have the sex ads. I called one and the guy didn't live far from me. I rode my bike over a d wad nervous as hell. I asked him for a glass of water and while he was getting it, I took off my shorts and underwear. When he came back in he found me standing there with a hardon. I told him, you've seen mine now let me see a man's cock. Very shortly I was on my knees with his cock in my mouth and soon tasted his seed. I was hooked from then on.