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10. The next day was a late start at work, so after Mike dragged himself out of my bed and went to work himself I lay in bed for a few long minutes. My hole felt tender, and there was dried precum on the end of my caged. I got up and took a quick shower, feeling how puffy and well used my hole felt to the touch. I was still horny. I was more horny. The cage was clearly working. I groaned, there was no way I could be as distracted at work as I had been the day before. I had mountains to get done that afternoon. I stretched and gathered my work clothes and gym stuff into my duffle bag. I threw on some jeans and a shirt, and headed to the gym hoping a work out might burn off some of my energy. At the gym I swiped in, and made my way to the locker room. I went over to a bank of lockers I usually used, and opened my bag. It was then that I realized I hadn’t thought about something. The shorts I usually wore at the gym were small with built in underwear and didn’t leave much to the imagination. There was no hiding my cage through the thing fabric. I was unsure what to do for a minute and then thought about Mike parading around the apartment, and changed into the shorts. I started a normal circuit, treadmill, some bench press, curls. All the while I found my concentration drifting. I was checking out every man who came near. I lived in a pretty queer area of town, so there were lots of gay guys around, but it wasn’t usually a gym for cruising. Today though I felt like the sexual energy in the gym was quadrupled, but maybe that was actually just me. I finished my work-out and felt no less horny. It hadn’t helped. If anything, I was even hornier than before. The smell of sweat in the locker room made my cock twitch in its cage as I walked back to my locker to get my shower things. Rounding the locker banks, I noticed there was someone standing just a couple lockers away from mine. I felt suddenly bashful knowing he would almost certainly see my cage as I stripped off for the shower. There was really nothing for it though if I didn’t want to go to work wreaking from the gym. Up close I realized the guy was hot, a tall blonde, with big broad shoulders, a heavy five o’clock shadow. He pulled off his sweaty work out shirt revealing thick sweat matted chest hair covering his round pecs. One nipple had a silver bar through it, and he had a small equal sign tattooed on his ribs under his arm: a gay. He smiled at me as I unlocked my locker. “Good work out,” he asked. “Yeah. You?” “I worked up a pretty good sweat.” He stretched his arms above his head, and the thick sent of sweaty man wafted from his exposed hairy pits. My cock twitched. I smiled and pulled my duffle out to get my shower things. I tugged my own shirt off, just as he pushed his shorts to the ground revealing a white Bike jock. His ass was covered in thick blonde hair, and the pouch of his jock looked heavy even just at rest. Fuck, I wanted him inside me. He pulled out a towel, shower shoes, and a little tote from his locker, and seemed to be getting ready to head to the showers. I could wait till he left to take off my shorts, I thought, and then I could change alone. He didn’t leave right away though he just stood there, “You going to hit the showers?” “Yeah,” I said a little nervously, “In a minute.” “I always wished this gym had a steam room.” “I know, that would be perfect.” I felt awkward now just killing time for him to leave before getting undressed, so I decided to just move quickly and hope for the best. I turned away from him and quickly took my shorts off and put them into my locker, grabbing my towel to cover myself as fast as I could. “Now you’re going to be shy,” he said. “What?” “I said now you’re gonna be shy? Now after you spent all that time on the treadmill running with your cage bouncing for all of us to see?” “I well, I… I guess there’s no use hiding it if you know.” I dropped the towel to hang at my side and turned my fully exposed body to him. “You know, working out always makes me horny as fuck.” “I was hoping it would burn off some of my energy but me too.” “You know the last two showers at the back have full length doors. No one can tell who’s there… or how many” I stepped forward and grabbed his growing bulge through his jock, “Lead the way then.” He smiled, grabbed his towel, and started off for the showers. I shut the lockers and followed behind him. He was right the last two stalls were larger with full doors and a little changing space before the shower. We walked in, and closed the door. He tossed his towel on the bench and then dropped his jock. His cock was thick and half hard already jutting out from dense blonde pubes. He turned the water on before turning to me and saying in a soft voice, “get me hard so I can breed your hole.” Then I was on my knees in the gym shower. I had come to the gym to try and make myself less horny and I had ended up in the shower with a guy who was about to breed me. I knew nothing about this guy, and that was ok. I just wanted to get fucked. I slurped down his dick, the sound of the shower drowning out the sound of me gagging on the thick shaft I hoped. I bobbed up and down, slathering it with spit, slowly pulling blood into the thickening member. He hardened fast, and my mouth was soon stretched around what felt like a soda can. He pulled me to my feet, his cock pressed hard into my stomach above my own dripping caged cock. He planted a hard wet kiss on my lips, and then spun me around. I landed on the changing bench, and braced against the wall, knelt with my ass presented to him. I felt his warm breath on my cheeks and then the stubble of his beard in my crack. Then his tongue found my hole, darting across the abused pucker. He let out an appreciative moan as my hole quickly bloomed open for him, inviting his tongue inside. With all the cock I had taken over the past two days my hole knew what to do, what it needed. I felt relaxed and taken care of, he wanted this to feel good for both of us. He worked his tongue around my hole, pressing the lips further apart till I felt almost gaped open. Only then did he get up and hawk a big wad of spit onto his cock and move to start fucking me. He was big, but I was practiced, and his cock slid easily into my cunt. I felt the stretch, but it was only pleasure and he was able to just slip right up to my second ring. He wasn’t quite long enough to break past it but I felt the thrilling and intoxicating pleasure of a cock pushing against my inner hole. He moaned and whispered in my ear “fuck your pussy feels amazing.” We were trying to be quiet but it was hard when his cock felt so good. He warmed me up a little before really starting to fuck me, but soon he was slapping hard into my hole. I felt certain the sound of the shower running wouldn’t be enough to cover all of the noise but I also didn’t care. He felt amazing. I slammed my ass back against him, making him fuck me even harder. I gripped his cock with my hole to milk his load out, and he just kept growling in my ear. It was a great fuck. We both clearly needed it, and wanted to make sure the other got everything he wanted. When he finally grunted that he was going to cum, I was slightly out of breath. I panted, “please breed my cunt,” as he picked up the pace. He didn’t need my encouragement, but it seemed to tip him over the edge. He shook a little and held tight to my hips, his breathing ragged and his cock spasmed and pumped hot cum deep inside of me. I sighed in satisfaction as I was once more filled with a stranger’s load. He stayed there for a moment, till his breathing came back to normal. When he pulled out and I looked back at him he looked happy and satisfied. We stepped into the water together to wash the work out away, and I sucked the cum from his cock. He kissed me again as we toweled off, and said “I’ll go out first, you wait a moment and then follow so it’s not quite as obvious.” I laughed, I felt certain anyone close by would have known. I stepped back from the door as he unlocked it and left. I heard him bump into someone, and mutter an apology, and then I heard him say, “Oh, well um there’s still… there’s still someone in that shower.” Then another person said something I couldn’t hear, followed by my top saying, “A hot bottom actually.” “Fuck yeah,” said a new voice, closer now. “I just fucked a big load into him, don’t know if he wants more but…” I didn’t hear any more from the blonde, but a young-looking jock appeared in the shower doorway with a massive grin on his face. He looked maybe 20 at the most, but definitely college age. He still had the round face of a boy but the body of a man. A thing waft of chest hair was starting to grow across his nice pecs, promising to grow into a nice thick pelt as he aged. He had on only a towel, into which plunged an ample treasure trail. He closed the door behind him, and locked it before saying, “Got time for one more?” It was and earnest question. He wasn’t one of the aggressive Dom older men I’d been meeting with, he was a horny college boy hoping to blow his load. “Lets see what you’re working with,” I said. He dropped the towel which had started to tent revealing a nice uncut cock. It wasn’t the biggest thing I’d ever seen but it was wide, and that’s what always got me. “I think I’ve got time.” I turned the water to the shower back on, grabbed the jock by the waist and moved him to the changing bench. I got on my knees and sucked him hard while he sat there, his hands on the back of my head. He had to hold one hand against his mouth as I started blowing him, running my tongue around his foreskin, enjoying the salty sweat that clung to his skin. His unkempt pubes tickled my nose as I dove deep. His balls rested lightly against my chin, and I flicked my tongue down the base of his shaft. He let out a loud grown that the water could never have covered and then giggled a quietly. “Sorry,” he whispered. “Don’t worry about it.” I got up and straddled him on the bench his cock now hard as a rock. I sat down slowly, his head missing my hole a few times before finding its mark and sliding inside. He let out another groan, and I kissed him hard on the mouth. “If you cant keep quiet I’ll just have to shut you up.” I whispered in his ear as I started to ride him. He moaned into my mouth as I rocked up and down on his cock, kissing him all the while. His hands played across my back, sometimes on my shoulders, sometimes cupping my ass. He didn’t seem to know where to put them. It didn’t seem like he was going to last long. The horniness from his work out and warmth of my slick hole where fast sending him over the edge. He was writing under me as I bounced harder and harder. Till suddenly, he grabbed my shoulders and forced me down on the full, not unsubstantial, length of his cock. I felt his ball tighten and the shaft pulse as he unloaded. His face went totally blank for a long moment, then his eyes rolled back almost sleepily as ecstasy washed across his face. For a long blissed out moment he held me there, his cock still throbbing as it pumped a few more spurts into my cunt. I kissed him again and, careful not to lose his load, got up. “Thanks man, that was amazing,” he panted. I left him to his shower and went to get dressed with two big loads in my hole.

Part 5: The Gift With my ass in the air Daddy applied more lube to my hole and his cock. Daddy slowly inserted his cock into my hole driving me crazy. Because of the preparation Daddy did his cock was sliding in easily. But damn he was taking his time giving me his whole cock. My penis was steadily leaking precum from Daddy's slow and methodical entry into my hole. Goddamn Daddy was good. As slowly as Daddy was penetrating my hole it felt eternity before I even had half of his cock in my hole. My whole body was convulsing from the pure pleasure and excitement Daddy was causing by slowly inserting his cock into me. Goddamn as much as I wanted and needed to be fucked like a whore this was way more intense. After what must have been an hour of Daddy slowly and deliberately sliding his cock in my hole he finally bottomed out. God it felt so good to be completely stuffed by Daddy's cock. Daddy held his cock in place for several minutes before he slowly started pulling his cock back out. Again he pulled out just as slowly as he did when he entered my hole. The way his cock was just dragging across my prostate was too much. I exploded all over the bed underneath me. Daddy didn't stop at all as my body was shaking from the powerful orgasm. He just slowly kept backing his cock out of my hole. After 2 orgasms I was still hard. And I hadn't once touched my penis. After about an hour of Daddy slowly pulling his cock from my hole he had his cock completely out of my hole. The emptiness I felt was unbearable. Daddy applied more lube to my hole and his cock and repeated the same process. Daddy repeated this process over and over all night. Each time he was slowly withdrawing his cock I would have an orgasm but remain hard. After I don't maybe the seventh or eighth time, I lost count, of Daddy doing this he guided me to my stomach and laid on top of me with his cock entering my hole again. With his cock buried all the way inside my hole Daddy started kissing my neck while he then just barely lifted his hips from my ass and coming down giving me short strokes of his cock in my hole. I was completely exhausted by this point but the way he was slowly fucking me felt really great and I just relaxed. After about 30 minutes in this position Daddy asked me if I was ready to receive his gift. I was so weak I just shook my head yes. Without picking up any speed Daddy just kept his same pace and a few minutes later I felt my hole being flooded by Daddy's cum. And damn did he cum. He kept coming for a while. No doubt I would get Daddy's gift with the amount of cum he was putting in my hole. After I know a good five minutes Daddy finally stopped moving and just laid on top of me with his cock still in my hole. I must have drifted off to sleep because when I woke up Daddy was on top of me with his cock still in my hole even though he had went soft. I heard Daddy snoring a little bit so I didn't move just enjoying the feeling of having Daddy's cock still in me. I drifted back off to sleep with a grin on my face. Daddy's weight on me felt like a nice warm blanket and I didn't want to move. I could lay forever just like this with Daddy's cock in my hole. I was looking forward to seeing what Daddy does for an encore. What a wonderful surprise I had when I woke up.

PART FOUR I was kneeling in front of David, cleaning his cock when his phone rang. "HEY! I hoped you'd be watching......did you enjoy the show? I thought you would......hold on I'll put you on speaker.." and he put the phone next to the table where I was kneeling. "Is this your new boy James I've been hearing so much about?" the voice said from the phone. "No...it's actually an even newer one!...." David said. "And better!" I giggled, interrupting "His name's Josh and he'd never even been with a guy before he'd been with me so he's my good boy. Can you see the guy over there Josh?" He asked me, pointing at a nearby apartment building. I could see a guy waving & I waved back. "That's one of my very good friends Jerome." "You sure know how to pick 'em David." Jerome said. "Would you like me to fuck you as well my new friend?" He'd barely completed his question before I shouted, "Yes please!" in reply. "What an eager young man you are, and have you been fully converted yet?" It was funny, I kept hearing about being converted. I wasn't sure what else I needed to do to prove that I loved being fucked. "I think I have!" "Well, you definitely will be by the time I'm finished with you. Now David and I need to talk about when I can come over, can you get him hard while we talk please my good boy?" David took Jerome off speaker as I knelt in front of him. It was such a great feeling to be sucking cock in the sunshine and I positioned myself so Jerome could check out my arse as I sucked David. I was too busy sucking (& loving it!) to be paying attention to what David was saying to Jerome: "Yeah......real pleasant surprise....nah no chance he can get any, he's here for the week....told him I had COVID....course not!.....he's so fucking high he won't be paying attention to any of this....few loads but can't hurt to try yours too...probably an hour or so before it wears off? So bring some if you've got it.....piss mainly.....nah, no idea...yeah, the lube's got it too....don't worry about it, the kid's a dirty fucker....I know! See ya in 10" It was then he tapped me on the head, I looked up his dick still in my mouth. "Jerome was so excited seeing you in action, he's gonna come over OK? He'll probably wanna fuck you today, is that alright with you?" I was so excited by the prospect, I smiled through David's dick but wanted to make sure he was alright with it. "Are you OK with it though David, I don't wanna do it if it'll make you unhappy..." "My boy, nothing makes me hornier or happier than seeing other daddies fucking you OK? Just think of it a special gift I'm making sure that you're getting. Now get your daddy good & hard before Jerome arrives..." END OF PART FOUR

Thomas and Roger were the next two gentlemen who entered the room. Both of their cocks weren't very big but looks can be deceiving. They both stood in front of me while I would suck one cock and jerk off the other. I repeated this process for a while before Thomas laid on the floor and had me mount his cock. Just when I got his cock all the way in me Roger pushed me slightly forward and then slid his cock into my pussy along with Thomas'. With Roger sliding his cock in my pussy I could feel my pussy stretching to accommodate both cocks. It hurt to be stretched out but I knew I didn't have a say in the matter. Once Roger had his cock in all the way both gentlemen stayed still for a couple of minutes while my pussy adjusted to it's new position. With me being a little over 5 feet tall and each of these gentlemen being well over 6 feet tall I was in perfect position for them to start fucking my pussy in unison. The feeling of having two cocks sliding in and out of my pussy in unison was pure bliss. My little clitty was soon spurting out cum onto Thomas' stomach. Thomas had sores everywhere and I started licking as many as I could while being fucked. The blood on my lips had dried up so I begged Thomas to slap me to get my lips bleeding again. He happily obliged and soon my lips were cut open again. With my new cuts I continued licking Thomas' sores. With their cocks rubbing together in my pussy both men didn't last too long. After about 10 minutes of fucking my pussy Roger said he was about to cum. As soon as he started Thomas soon started cuming right after. Feeling one load of cum erupting in my pussy is one thing. But 2 cocks at the same time is out of this world. These men gave me so much cum that I could hear the slurping noises coming from my pussy. Once Roger went soft he slipped his cock from my pussy. But Thomas stayed hard. He started thrusting his hips hard into my pussy. Roger came around in front of me and started fucking my mouth at the same time and it wasn't long before he was hard again. Roger must have read my mind because he took his cock from my mouth and rammed it back into my pussy along with Thomas's cock. Fuck I was loving being double penetrated. I was moaning so loud it drew my Mom's attention. As I'm getting my pussy fucked hard by both of these cocks she entered the room and just watched her son being a dirty whore for these men. Everyone knew she was my mom so it didn't surprise anyone. She was encouraging both men to fuck me like the dirty nasty whore I was becoming. Both men obliged and really started fucking me much harder and making my pussy so fucking sore. It wasn't long before both men were coming again in my pussy. Thomas came first followed by Roger. I don't know where these gentlemen had the energy to fuck me like they did in their condition but I loved it. As each of their cocks went soft and they pulled out of me they both collapsed. Mom rushed me out really quickly while they attended to them. I was led to a private room away from everyone. 30 minutes later Mom came in and told me they both passed away. I was saddened by hearing this. She comforted me and told me that it was their wish to go out like that. She said she was proud of me for making their last few minutes on earth enjoyable for both. She said while they are taking care of cleaning up the area this room would be my new play area. She said that I still had more men to satisfy. I confessed to Mommy that each of them had cum twice in my pussy and both times I it was from double penetration. She kissed me on my forehead and said that's good to know because the next two men coming are thicker than any cocks you have had so far. My clitty got excited and squirted in front of my Mommy. She just laughed and as she was walking out the door she said Goddamn you are such a dirty little faggot.

It's fairly common for me not to come, depending on my mood and on if anything has been consumed, and I often outlast my bottoms anyway. Last weekend I went to the sauna in Dublin for the first time in a long while. Some interesting guys there, got a blow job from a cute early 20s guy but that ended up being just the appetiser. Eventually I saw this build, lean muscled mixed race guy. He walked past me a couple times and turn and looked back and I got the little thrill you get from knowing he's interested. He's wearing a baseball cap. Into the cabin and I was pretty hopeful I could fuck him raw, condoms are increasingly rarely used there. He sucks me for a bit and we kiss, then he grabs some lube and starts to put it in his hole and I know I am in. I fuck him bent over the mattress/rest area, then we get up on our knees on it and I'm half lying on top of him and fucking downwards. To my surprise, fairly soon after that I start feeling like I'm going to come. I decide to just go for it because I want to load a guy as it's been a long while, but being the gentleman I am ask him if he wants the load first. Of course he answers enthusiastically and I fill him up. We chat for a bit. He says he is Italian: his mother is, but his father is Brazilian and he seems a little ashamed of that fact. There are Brazilians everywhere in Dublin so maybe he encountered some hostility from some local. We fuck again, and this time he comes as he is riding me. We wander around for a bit and agree to swap numbers. Later that night I give him his first fuck in a sling. At first he was shy getting fucked in front of other guys, but later he is asking me to open the door so others can come and watch us. A fun night! You never know how these nights are going to go.

Full cock definitely, ideally to have no control of what happens😈 Forced deep down my throat

I do--house parties, motel parties, anywhere I want to breed guys . It also goes to leather weekends like CLAW or IML for my hotel room. It has gone camping and been used in gay campgrounds. I live in a smaller sized town. Having a sling (and fuck bench and rimseat) makes my home playroom a 'destination' for bottoms to come to from the more urban areas near by.

In a parallel universe there is a post from the pissed off cumdump whining that he's been fucked but not bred!

I saw him three days later. Again the cum dump in the middle of the beach orgy. He'd never made it to a clinic. A month later he came up to me one morning as I was nude sunbathing. I didn't get the super friendly welcome he'd offered when we met. In fact he was clearly pissed. "You fuckin knocked me up you bastard. Who the fuck do you think you are? Pozing unsuspecting guys! Get a biohazard tattoo for fuck sake! " I knew there was no sense in trying to reason with him. I just reached up and stroked his semi hard cock. He pulled away and bolted. The next night he was again at the orgy. As usual his sexy otter energy had him recieving lots of creampies, but he was also serving up toxic cum to at least three asses. I was close enough for the entire second pump and dump that I know he didn't breath a word about his newly acquired toxic status. Once again I was having a slow night. A few guys groped me, front and back. Two guys offered to suck me and had good oral skills, but if I wasn't going to get any up my ass I was determined to breed some cute young thing. The crowd had become quite a crush, I couldn't move without bumping into guys. A hand took hold of my semi hard cock. It was an attractive, slim young man wearing a leather chest and crotch harness. As he fondled my crotch he kept looking around the crowd, never once looking at me. He began to pull me through the crowd by my now fully hard erection. He stopped to talk to a tall handsome young German lad. As they made small talk I felt around the harnessed guys hole. Wet and sloppy for sure. I slid my raw cock in and he never even interrupted his conversation with the German. The German winked at me and told the guy I was fucking how hot he looked. Asked him how many loads he was carrying from the orgy. "Not sure. Maybe two, maybe five? I'm never sure if they all cum ." "How many cocks been in there?" "Haha, at least a dozen. " "You take any precautions?" "No way, totally natural for me. This brew in me could be pozing me as we speak. I don't care, it's gonna get me sooner or later. " I was silently depositing as he spoke. The German again winked at me and said to him; "Fuckin hot man. Love your leze fair attitude." Although my orgasm was silent, it was one of the deepest most satisfying releases I had ever experienced. I pulled my cock out and stuck a finger in to enjoy the toxic mix. It tasted fantastic. I didn't say a word, I just shuffled through the crowd and headed home down the beach. Three nights later I had better luck. A big bear, a slim black man and an old man (70's) had bred me. A cute young Mexican twink had watched at least two of them cum in me. When the old man finished the young twink pulled me to the side away from the crowd. He played with my cock as he leaned in for a passionate kiss. As we broke our lip lock he whispered, "Eat my ass " then turned and bent over. It was a sweet tight hairless rose bud. So tight my tongue could hardly fuck in. He was moaning with deep pleasure. He didn't say it but his moans begged 'fuck me.' I stood and teased his hole with my substantial cock head. I was waiting to see if he would say or ask anything. He just kept moaning so I started to push in and he definitely pushed back on. When I was balls deep I gave him a moment to adjust. When he reached back and tapped my thigh I began a slow and steady rutting motion. His moans just grew in volume, "Oh yeah fuck me daddy, claim my virgin ass." I thought, 'holy fuck, I wonder if he has any idea what he's got himself into?' But the hole situation was just too smoking hot and my poz balls exploded and painted inside his no longer virgin guts "Don't cum in me." "Fuck man, too late!" He pulled off, stood and faced me. "Did you just cum in my ass? Please tell me you didn't! Please tell me you were wearing protection. " "I .... awe .... um" As I stuttered he reached around to check and came back with a dripping finger. "Fuck man, you better be clean. You shouldn't have cum in me! I can't get pozed from my first fuck man!" "Then you better get to a clinic or emerge." "Fuck you're toxic? You just knocked up my virgin ass without warning me?" "You didn't ask, and your virgin hole was to tight and inviting for me to last, especially when you confirmed it had never been breached before. Sorry " "Sorry, sorry? You had no right. ... Suck it out, suck your poison out of me. " If this was to be my punishment I was all in. I feltched out as much as I could. "Don't swallow yet, I want to be sure you cleaned me out. Show me your mouth. " I opened wide, he moved in for a close look and spat in my face. I decided this was my invitation to leave, turned and found three young guys had been watching us. They moved in to lick my face clean and each received a snowball of my toxic cum. The tallest was bent over and backing on my fuck stick in no time. I asked the three how much they had seen and heard. "Everything! It was so fuckin hot. We need your DNA. We're on PreP, the guy your cock is in is chasing. "

this story is pretty much based on a true story, - it was my first time, and we really did fall in love... sadly our paths took us different directions many years ago - and although we are still in touch, I've been without a soulmate since. At first glance you would assume I am just an average, conservative kind- of –guy, and I would tend to agree with that assumption. But after my last “ordinary” relationship with my boyfriend failed, I decided it was time to break my boring routine and try to enjoy some of the more adventurous things in life that I had always passed on. Now that I was spending my nights alone, I was relying on my computer more for sexual stimulation. Thank God there is no shortage of porn on the internet. I would surf for any hot movie that caught my eye, usually with some hot muscled jock. I’d recline back in my chair, and start to lazily play with my cock while the stud in his jockstrap got his hole licked and fingered and slowly stretched open. Buy the time his pink pucker was quivering for some dick, I would usually have a finger or two up my own ass, and my own dick would be hard as a rock and leaking drops of precum that would mix with the lube I was using to stroke my shaft. I always tried to match my speed and intensity with the hot fuck session that was on the screen, so that I would cum at the exact same time as the guy in the movie shot his load deep in the ass of the jock stud he was fucking. After my own ass finished clamping down on my fingers and the aftershocks of shooting an intense load wore off…I would clean up, shut off the computer and climb into bed …alone…and realizing that computer porn would never make up for the 'real thing'. As time went on, I noticed that my taste in movies was starting change, and those muscled jocks I had watched were now replaced with hairy muscled leather guys. I also started looking in the local chat rooms for some actual “real” connections. I felt myself being drawn to scenes that involved a lot of ass play…guys in harnesses that were stretching open the holes of other guys in slings. Soon it wasn’t just hot dicks plowing pink holes...it was dildos and fists stretching open hot hairy butts. I was mesmerized, and my ass was starting to take on a mind of its own. After years of vanilla sex, my hole was starting to get hungry for more. I bought some toys...and some poppers...and began to start mimicking what I saw in the movies . I also started popping into some of the local chat rooms, and found out there were a lot of guys online that were really heavy into the leather scene. I posted a profile, but was always to nervous about ever starting a conversation with anyone. Here I was…just an average conservative guy, who was starting to feel the pig awaken. These guys were already knee deep in the pigpen, and I knew I’d be a disappointment to them when they realized I was just a newbie. I didn’t own any leather, and I only had one jockstrap…that I used for my online photo. So one night, I was feeling especially horny, and logged into the chat room, got my toys, lube and poppers out, and settled in for another solo session. Within a few minutes I suddenly got an IM from another guy in the chat room. He was a hot hairy muscle daddy, and he introduced himself by letting me know how much he loved the photo of me in my jock. He was hot, and sexy, and I started to wish I could muster up the courage to give in and let myself go, and be the perfect pig boy he surely was looking for. After some online flirting, he invited me to come over. I was horny as hell, but scared to death, so I politely declined his invitation. I told him the truth, that I was brand new to this, and way too inexperienced to be much fun for him. He immediately replied, asking if I was into PnP. I hated to admit, I didn’t even know what that meant. Pain and Pleasure? Piss and poop? Christ..what was I getting into? He responded with a “LOL” and explained it meant party and play. Using recreational drugs to take the edge off, or enhance the pleasure. I told him I had done poppers…but never had tried anything else. He asked if I was interested in experimenting a little, and told me that he would love to be the one to introduce me to the wonderful world of Pnp Pig Sex. Wow….all of a sudden my cock became instantly hard..and I could feel my ass twitch with excitement. I didn’t know what it would be like, but suddenly I had a hot leather daddy wanting to take me under his wing, and show me all the mysterious pleasures that had become so intriguing to me. In one last effort to stall…I asked him what exactly he had in mind. He told me that I would need to come over, and that I would need to trust him. He promised to walk me thru everything once I was there and ready to play…but he didn’t want to waste time writing about it when he knew it would be more fun to experience it. He gave me some simple instructions…take a shower, clean up…and out, wear my jock, and pick up some Gatorade, or water, or whatever I wanted to drink. He promised I’d need to replenish my fluids because he was going to make sure we had a long hot sweaty night. I got directions to his place…and I was burning with excitement. I couldn’t believe this was actually going to happen! I hopped in the shower and hopped in my car and within 45 minutes, I found myself knocking on his door. He opened the door…and looked even hotter than his pictures. His head was nearly shaved with a military style buzz cut. He was shirtless, except for a leather harness, and his tribal armband tattoo. His nipples were pierced, and his hairy pecs were hard and muscular, and shadowed over his flat abs. A thick treasure trail of hair disappeared into his black leather pants and silver studded belt. He looked just like one of the guys from the movies. He immediately smiled at me...which made me feel immediately more relaxed…and he invited me into his place. As soon as I stepped inside, he reached around me to shut the door, and immediately put his arms around me to pull me in close to him. He rubbed his hands on my chest thru my t-shirt, and pressed his pelvis up against my jeans. It took me by surprise..a little, but it immediately broke the ice, and I wrapped my arms around him, and ran my hands over his muscular shoulders and arms. As my hands reached his, he took them, and smiled again, and pulled me into the entryway. “Come In, stud” he growled…get comfortable, take your clothes off, and let’s get to know each other. He led me to a room off to the side, which had all of the things that you would need to film leather porn. “Welcome to my playroom!” I was speechless, and took a long deep breath to try to slow down my heartbeat. I think he could sense my nervousness, because he pulled me close once again, kissed me, and pulled me down onto the couch. “Just relax..I promise, I will make sure you enjoy every minute of this, and if you ever want to stop…just tell me…we won’t go anywhere that you aren’t comfortable going.” We kissed again..and I was immediately turned on. He took my shirt off…pinched my nipples, rubbed my crotch…and I was instantly hard as a rock. My hands were all over him as well…and I started to let my inhibitions go. “Let me go get something to help us relax, and you get out of those jeans and shoes. I’ll be right back.” He left for a second, and came back with a little travel shaving kit. He pulled out a bag of weed, and some rolling papers, and a lighter. As I got undressed, he rolled a really thick joint, lit it, and took a hit. He held the smoke in his lungs for a very long time, and then let it escape his lungs in a low growl. “Okay…your turn…it’s just pot…and it will help take the edge off, help you relax, and get you a little horny.” I took the joint, and followed his instructions. I took a deep inhale, and worked really hard to fight the urge to cough as I felt the smoke burn inside my chest. I held it in until he told me to let it out…which seemed like 10 minutes…but was really only a few seconds I’m sure. “Good boy” he said, and rubbed my neck. He took the joint back for another hit and we both sat back on the couch and started feeling each other as we passed the joint back and forth. It wasn’t long until I was feeling the effects. It was a fuzzy, drunk kind of feeling, but it felt good, and I WAS really relaxed, and starting to get a really deep new feeling…it was horny…but a whole different kind of horny. I started to really get into our touching and kissing, and before I knew it we were done with the joint, and greedily sucking each other’s dicks in a 69 position on the couch. Next thing I knew, I felt his fingers and tongue start playing with my hole. It felt so good. I knew it was the pot…but Damn! This was awesome. I was sucking his huge dick, and moaning, and grinding my ass against his face and fingers. He spit in my ass, and started working in two of his fat long fingers. God it felt so good. “Good boy..you like that don’t you…there is a little pig in there just dying to get out isn’t there?” “Yes sir” I muffled between taking breaths from sucking his huge cock. “Nice” he moaned, and began working my hole into a frenzy. “I think you’re ready for my next surprise” he said as he reach over to his travel bag, and pulled out a tiny little baggie, with some white powder, and a tiny little silver bullet. “Coke?” I asked. “Nope, Tina" he replied. “Tina?” I repeated. “Yep. It's sort of like coke, but better for sex. You can smoke it, snort it, put it in your ass, and even inject it directly into a vein - but it goes right to your ass. And you will want more than my tongue and fingers up there.” “So, how are we doing it?” I asked. “We’ll go easy at first, just a little bump off the silver bullet…and we’ll make sure you have some time to let it kick in. You’ll probably feel a bit of a rush at first..like a jolt of caffeine, but in about 20 minutes, you will feel it start to warm up your ass, and I bet your hands won’t be able to let go of your dick." "Okay" I replied, adding “ although I think the pot has already done a pretty good job of that.” We both took a hit from the bullet, and the instant effect was just as he described. I was really starting to realize I was in very good hands. He was letting me know what to expect, before it happened, and his description was very accurate. We went back to exploring each other’s bodies, and before I knew it, my ass was tingling, and I was pulling on the head of my dick like I was pulling taffy. I was groaning a low guttural groan that I had never heard myself make before. We did another hit off the Tina bullet, and I was really starting to feel the effects. “Okay, boy. I think we’re ready for some more serious play. Your ass is really getting hot, and I want you to get in that sling, so I can open you up, and fuck you.” I hopped up so fast, I think my brain was now in my ass and following his instructions. He helped me get into the sling, and then lubed up my hole, and his cock, and I moaned in ecstasy as his beautiful thick cock slid into my hungry hole. We started out slow, and his fucking gradually grew in force and intensity. Getting fucked had never felt so good. He gave me another bump of tina, and then grabbed a bottle of poppers, and held them under my nose. “You said you have done poppers before..right?” “Yeah.” “Good…then take good hit, so I can pound your ass really hard.” I inhaled deeply, and he did the same, and no sooner had he recapped the bottle, he grabbed the sling and started pounding my ass with wild abandon. “FUCK…YEAH…” we both screamed. I was pulling on my dick as hard as I could, but noticed it wasn’t getting as hard as I usually do…but I really didn’t care. It still felt good..but it was my ass that was feeling amazing. I felt it squeezing and clamping down on my hot leather studs hard dick as he pounded my ass, and arched his back while his eyes were rolling back in his head. This was incredible. It was better than any fantasy I could imagine. He gave me another hit of poppers, and then reached under the sling and started banging the shit out of my ass….I could tell that he was about ready to cum. Between the pot, the tina, the poppers and the fucking…my head was reeling. I had never felt so turned on. I was suddenly brought back to my senses as I heard him shout and yell, and felt his hard cock slam deep in my ass as is shot the hottest, most forceful load I’d ever taken. My ass involuntarily clamped down, and made sure that every drop of cum was worked out of that amazing dick, and not a single drop was spilled. He immediately slumped forward, drops of sweat landing on my chest, and kissed me passionately and deeply. My hips were grinding involuntarily, not wanting to let his dick escape my ass as we kissed. Finally, his dick slid out, but I was still pulling on mine, soft…but sensitive. He saw my face register a bit of disappointment – both for my failure to get hard, and also for the sudden emptiness in my well fucked hole. He immediately reassured me that the soft dick was often a result of the Tina, but not to worry…all the pleasure was going to become more and more intense in my ass. He asked if I was ready to try some toys, and if I was ready to try a different way to do a hit of Tina. I must of looked a little nervous again, because he immediately kissed me again, and with his lips still pressed to mine, he whispered with a hot breath "Trust me.” And I did. Once again, he reached into his black bag. This time he pulled out a thick syringe. My eyes widened with fear, because I was not real fond of needles. “Don’t worry” he said. It’s not a needle. Just a water syringe. But it’s got dose of Tina in it, mixed with the water. I’ll squirt it into your ass, and within seconds you’ll get the effect. Just hold it in, and when I get your first toy, it should be absorbed. You'll love it..and you’ll be ready for some bigger toys than the ones you have. Cool?” “Okay…I said…you haven’t let me down yet.” He pulled the cap off the syringe, and showed me that indeed there was no needle on the end. He put a little lube on the edge of the syringe, and gently worked it into my hole. “Ready?” he asked. I nodded. “Okay…here we go.” I suddenly felt the liquid slowly start to fill my ass, and I envisioned it mixing with his load. I was suddenly hit with an amazing rush of warmth that nearly took my breath away. “See…it absorbs pretty quick. You should be flying by now.” My heartbeat suddenly picked up, and my breathing became quicker. He pulled the syringe out, pinched my nipples, and then took my hand away from my dick as he sucked my soft cocked like a vacuum. I yelled in absolute pleasure! Oh my god it felt so good. FUCK YEAH…DAMN…my ass was on fire…I needed cock bad. It felt so good. “There’s my little piggy” he smirked as he stepped away. My hand went back to my dick, and I started pinching one of my nipples as he back away. He reached over to a table and pulled away a black cloth, and revealed a table full of all kinds of dildos and sex toys in all sizes. One of them was just as big as mine at home…but they got bigger and bigger as they lined up along the table’s edge. He grabbed one, and smeared it with a generous dose of lube, and then started slowly working it into my ass. I couldn’t believe it…it was like my ass had a total mind of its own. I was no longer in control..and I suddenly felt my hole stretching open further than I’d ever been opened up before. But it felt so good. I took a deep breath, and moaned again. He got it about halfway in, and then held it in place as he reached over with his other hand to grab the bottle of poppers. I took another deep hit of the poppers, and suddenly, I was in a whole new world. My eyes rolled back in the back of my head, and then I felt my entire ass open up as that huge dildo slid right in to its giant rubber base without any pain or resistance. HOLY SHIT….It was so fucking deep …OH FUCK! I could feel that giant rubber dick deep in my guts and it felt so good! He started to work it in and out. Slowly at first, and gradually picked up speed. I got lost in the pleasure…and closed my eyes and floated in that sling as that giant dick stretched my ass. Every now and then he would touch my chest, my dick, my face, and give me occasional hits of poppers...all the while giving me deep low groans of encouragement. He soon went for a bigger toy…but I was too lost in my ecstasy to really notice. I did feel a little bit of pressure as he eased the bigger toy in, but it was soon followed with another deep hit of poppers, and I was off in my own world again, as that giant invader laid claim to my open hole. I have no idea how much time had passed, and hour…maybe two. I gradually started to feel like I was coming down, and my senses were returning to normal. I looked up…like I had just regained consciousness, and smiled at my sexy teacher. He smiled back…and we didn’t even need words at this point to share the mutual pleasure we were both feeling. He slid the toy out of my ass..and I was shocked…somewhere in my soaring high…he had upsized again to a third, even bigger toy. I never would have believed I could take something that huge…but he showed it to me from between my legs, just to prove to me that I was more pig than I realized. We laughed a bit, kissed some more, and then he grabbed my bottle of Gatorade and a towel. I was sweating profusely. Took a deep drink, toweled off a bit, and started to catch my breath. At this point I thought things were winding down. He was standing closer to the table, taking a drink of his own bottled water, so I started to sit up in the unsteady sway of the sling. “Where you going boy…you had enough?” “Oh…I thought we were winding down” I sheepishly said…immediately feeling slightly worried that I gave the wrong signal and disappointing my new leather daddy. “Well, I have one more surprise for you, if you want. I thought I’d try to take it up one more notch…that is if you want to” I couldn’t possibly imagine what he had in mind. I was absolutely in awe of what we had done so far, so if we still had one more level to go, I wasn’t sure I could take the overstimulation of my senses. “You want to really let go of your inner pig…this is the best thing there is.” He reached into his black back again, and pulled out two thin syringes with an orange cap on the end. I was puzzled, because the last syringe was much bigger, so I didn’t know if it was a smaller dose to just bring the action back up a little, or if this was something totally different. “Okay, let me tell you about this, and then you can tell me if you want to keep going or not”. This syringe has a needle. So this dose of tina will go right into a vein. It’s called “slamming.” It’s just like getting a shot at the doctor, or giving a blood sample. “That doesn’t sound too bad” I timidly replied. “Well…this will definitely take you one level higher than the booty bump. You will feel this rush in your entire body, you will immediately feel the Tina take effect, and I guarantee, you will be amazed at how fast you let go of all your inhibitions….do you still trust me?” “Yes” I answered. “Then trust me, I think you will like this a lot. I will make sure that it’s quick, painless, and I will be here to make sure you stay calm enough to truly enjoy the amazing rush.” “Okay” I said…but I might not be able to watch, I don’t do so well with needles. “No worries”, he said. “You do whatever you want. Let’s get you out of the sling though, because I want to do you first, and then I want you to go kneel down over the arm of the couch with your ass in the air. I will then do my slam, and come over and take good care of your ass while you ride the rush,. “Okay…I’m ready” He went back to his back bag one more time, pulled out a black elastic strip for a tourniquet, and 2 small white envelopes…alcohol prep pads. He came back over to me, with the syringe, pulled my arm out and looked in the crook for a vein. He quickly tapped the large vein, and then started to wrap the black elastic around my upper bicep. My vein started to bulge, and my heart was already racing with a little bit of excitement, and a lot of nerves. He opened the alcohol prep pad, and gently wiped it over the inside of my arm. I was scared to watch…but I couldn’t help it. I was fascinated. It was like my leather daddy was getting ready to give me a shot…like a nurse. It was somehow, very touching, like he was taking care of me…and all of a sudden all of my worry melted away. I kept watching as he took the orange cap off of the syringe, and exposed the tiny thin needle. He turned the syringe upside down, and flicked it on the side to knock the air bubbles out of it. He looked at me deep in my eyes, smiled again, and asked “ready?” I nodded yes. Okay..turn your head if you want. “I’m okay” I said. “I trust you”. He gently placed the tip of the needle at the edge of my vein, and I took a deep breath. He gently eased it in, with only a slight pinch, and then I felt a little pop as the needle went into the vein. I kept watching intently. He pulled back slightly on the syringe, and I saw a wispy red cloud rush into the syringe. He took the tourniquet off my arm with his other hand in a single soft pull, looked at me one more time, and said, “Here you go baby, this is gonna be intense…you might have a cough..But that’s normal…it’s the tina hitting your blood and your lungs, don’t be scared…just enjoy it.” “Okay…go for it” He slowly started to push the plunger downward, and the reddish liquid started to disappear into my vein. I immediately started to feel a tingle all over my body…like when you put your tongue on the end of a nine volt battery. The more of the slam that went in, the more I tingled...I got this warm all over rush, and my chest started to expand with a heavy breath. I felt my eyes open wide, and my ass squeezed so tight, if there had been anything in there I would have snapped it in half. The last bit of liquid in the syringe went into my arm, and then I suddenly felt the uncontrollable cough. Two coughs…and then I WAS SOARING!!! SHIT! SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!!. He pulled the needle out and immediately covered the skin with the alcohol pad. He lifted my arm above my head, and then reached around the start digging at my ass with his giant meaty paws. OH GOD!! I NEED YOU IN MY ASS! “Feel good Baby?” “FUCK YEAH” OH SHIT..that’s all I could say. I started to feel my legs go week. “Go kneel over the couch, get your ass lubed up real good…I’m on my way” I staggered over, reached for the giant bottle of lube, pouring out more than I could control. I leaned over the couch and started shoving lube into my hungry hole, stretching it open, shoving fingers in, and trying to get my whole hand in. I was in ecstasy…I was finally out of control, feeling piggy as all hell, and ready for anything. I didn’t even notice my leather daddy administer his own slam, until I heard his own cries and groans of pleasure suddenly shout from behind me. “Oh, yeah….piggy….let me work that ass” “Yes sir!” He came from behind be and I saw his had come over my head; he handed me the bottle of poppers, and then reached for the giant bottle of lube. “Take a good long hit…you are about to be sent into a whole ne w world.” I took the deepest hit of poppers that I had ever taken…and I held it deep in my lungs…like the pot smoke from earlier…and suddenly I felt my entire ass just relax and open up like molten lava, and I felt my daddy’s hands working to stretch my ass open. First it was three fingers….then four…..then another mind numbing hit of poppers, and then I lost all awareness of anything…all I know is that my ass had never felt more full. I was gyrating my hips, and wagging my piggy tail like I needed to get my hungry hole filled with a buffet of anything that was in reach. I suddenly felt my ass stretch just a bit far..and then a soft pop, or suction sound. I had his whole FIST! HOLY SHIT! I WAS IN HEAVEN!! I screamed in pleasure, my daddy was yelling encouragement… and I had never been so wildly out of control. He flipped me around to the front of the couch, laid me on my back, held my feet above my head with one hand, and handed me the poppers again with the other. I took another hit…and then so did he…and I couldn’t get his fist in my ass again fast enough. I was riding his fist, and then his forearm, and then suddenly I started to let go with a *******ial spray of piss all over my chest…he grabbed my dick with his free hand, and held it up so that it sprayed all over my face, and then his. It had a bitter taste…the first time I’d ever tasted piss. “”That’s tina piss boy..It’ll keep you flying high too…but I’m not taking my hand out of your ass yet ..but when I do…it will be so I can shove my dick up your hungry hole, and piss my tina right back into you” He kept his word…he fisted me to the point of an uncontrollable orgasm…I didn’t even touch my dick..and it was still soft…but I was coming all over myself. It was mixing with the damp piss stains on my stomach. He gently pulled his fist out of my hot hungry ass, and then shoved his dick in. He looked down at me, and with an amazing softness, he stared right thru to my soul, I started to actually tear up, and cry with absolute abandon. It was the most beautifully hot and touching closeness I had ever felt to another person in my entire life. I trusted him, and he took me placed I never knew existed. And then, just as I was catching my breath, and stopping my tears…he leaned in close, whispered once again…”good pig”, and then kissed me gently on the lips….it was then that I started to feel the warm tina piss filling up my hot hungry ass…and my soul nearly left my body, and floated up to my new slamming soul mate.

I've always liked older hairy guys, just just how it is, love to puff up with em and breed them. So here I am a daddy to a hot boy and loving it... How did this happen? Well a couple months ago I was driving home from work, it was winter, pissing down with rain and dark early because of it. The rain was so heavy that I was driving slowly in the medium traffic so when I got to the main intersection that leads out of the city and to my small town, to find it jammed up I wasnt surprised and just settled back for the long wait. Then inching forward I noticed standing in the pooring rain a guy absolutely drenched and shivering, I watched him for a bit and he didn't seem homeless, if anything he seemed lost. I watched an asshole pull a move that sprayed water from the road across the kid and that's when I was sure he was crying. A softie at heart I pulled up close wound down my window and said "hey kid... You OK?" He didn't know what to do so I reassured him im a nice guy who just wants to help, and after some coaxing he finally came to my window. I asked again if he was alright and he burst out crying, "my parents just found out I'm Gay and kicked me out, I dobby have any money or anywhere to go, I dont know what to do". So I opened the door and told him to get out of the rain, he did it instinctively, not thinking about how dangerous it could be, but luckily I had no plans on hurting just helping. Once inside I threw him my gym towel which couldn't have smelt that great after a week, but he gladly used it to dry off and I'm pretty sure he took awiff of two. Gary boy for sure I thought. Right then the light changed and my time to get on the freeway came, so I took it, "sorry kid I had to go out I would have caused more of a jam ". I told him he could come to my place and get warm tonight and it is help him to work out what to do in the morning. I could tell he was well brought up when he said thank you sir, and was very humble. On the way home I told him i too was Gay and had been kicked out when I was a kid and that it gets better. I hoped he would see I wasn't going to harm him and genuinely just wanted to help. He slowly opened up about how he had been seen kissing a boy age his Mormon parents had freaked out. How he had nothing but the clothes on his back and a credit card his mom had slipped him as he was leaving. So I said in the mourning keys to get ya some necessities then and we'll look for somewhere for you to stay. The boy got a little more comfortable and I told him my name was Adam Jones when he said his was Billy Turner. Then he started to ask about me, my job, did I have a boyfriend, where I lived, was it alone, and I happily answered including I was single since my husband had died 4 years ago and that I lived alone. He asked what my husband was like and I happily described my hot otter hubby and how we were the same age of 41 when he had died from cancer. The boy looked sad, but I wasn't sure it was for me or for himself, so I moved the conversation on, asking if the boy he kissed was his boyfriend. He giggled and said no, he didn't really like him but wanted to kiss a guy so bad since he was 18 and still hadn't done it. "so you're a virgin?" I asked a bit too directly and he turned red ages said yes. I reassured him some more and he was just admitting that because of his sheltered upbringing he didn't know very much about Gay sex at all, when I turned into my drive and we ran inside. Once in my my nice modern bungalow I showed him around and where the spare room and first bathroom were. Told him to give me his clothes so I could put them in the dryer while he showered and I made some dinner. To my surprise without hesitation he stripped buck naked and did just as he was told. That was the first moment I had a real good look at him, athletic little lean muscular twink otter with a hairy chest and fuzzy ass. My cock twitched, this is not my type at all I thought as he turned and headed to the bathroom. I dismissed the thought with it must have been too long since I got laid as I put his stuff in the dryer. 20 minutes later id decided not to cook and to get pizza delivered when the kid came back out wearing what was clearly a pair of my far too big shorts and a tshirt. I laughed at the cute look and said what are you doing. "I didn't think mine would be dry yet and yours seemed so comfy" "fair enough" I agreed and told him about the pizza then I grabbed two beers and we headed to the living room. I offered him one and he was surprised, he'd never had alcohol before, but after telling him to take it slow he was quick to sit on the couch seat closest to my recliner. What followed was a little awkward silence until the alcohol started to hit the kid abs he started telling me all about his fucked up family and religion, and how all he knew was when he looked at guys he got hard and and not once with girls even with his girlfriend that he convinced he wanted to wait for marriage... Until they broke up. The pizza soon arrived and once we were back in his seats the kids questions started to come out. Starting from simple things like where to meet guys and losing, it slowly got more graphic as I answered honestly. Soon I was explaining about blow jobs and anal sex, top and bottom, and then he asked what I liked. I explained I'm a top and that I like bareback sex, about how condoms made me go limp, about how i was poz undetectable and what that meant for bottom guys, and how I loved to breed guys. I told him I was usually into men my age and that it had been a while since I'd been with someone. Billy was curious to know how to tell if he was a top or a bottom and I happily explained sometimes you don't know until you do it, sometimes you sorta have to be bottom because your dick is small, and sometimes guys work it out buy playing with their own asses when they wank. The alcohol had the kid being far too honest when he admitted that his dick was only four inches and he loved to play with his ass... And that didn't just make my cock twitch... It grew a little. When he asked I proudly answered 10"uncut and thick, and that bottoms loved it. He was quick to say he'd love to see it and I laughed, saying maybe someday. Soon the conversation was back on him and what it was like to bottom for the first time. I explained how it usually hurt a lot the first time, but that if you had the guts to keep it inside until the pain passed it would start to feel good soon after. I explained how big cocks hurt more but felt better because they get your prostate. And how bareback with silicone lube felt the best because rubbers and water based lube would easily dry out and start hurting. I offered how lots of guys would drink or use other things to help them take it, like pot or meth or poppers. And although his first response was "I don't want to do drugs" he kept asking n more now details including if I ever did them and what I liked. I explained how I enjoyed a little puff with someone nice as long as I had a viagra because it would often screw up a tops hard on. And how I was careful not to do it too often but that it was a huge amount of fun when I did. And then came the big question... "do you think I'm good looking... Sir?" My cock stirred some more and I thought, fuck it, let's see if I can get this virgin ass. "yeah, you're cute as hell, not my normal type, but very hot. You wouldn't want this old guy though especially not to puff up and loose your virginity". Billy turned red. I smiled and was about to change the subject when he blurted out "yes I would, you're like my dream man". I smiled a big smile, and said "why don't you come sit on my lap here boy... And we'll talk about it some more". To be continued

When I was on prep, I didn’t get pozzed. When I stopped taking prep, I got pozzed.

I absolutely love my hubby to be fucked by other guys I can be a cuckold at times , I love to come home to hear a guy pounding his arse upstairs in our bed and love to sneak upstairs to watch , once a guy tied me to a chair pissed on me and made me watch as he fucked my hubby and verbally humiliated me while he did , then got me to suck clean his cock after . Hubby has an ex boyfriend who also fucks him when I am at work and I love to fuck his cum filled hole when I get home from work while my hubby tells me I graphic detail how he enjoyed his ex fucking him makes me cum so hard

I'm ok with all those options as long as the cum is going inside. I guess technically, with the wanking into open mouth option, there's the catastrophic possibility of him missing your mouth which is just a complete waste. Have you ever watched those gloryhole porn vids where during the cumshot the sucker behind the wall basically misses like 70% of the cum? It's kinda like, he's worked so hard at this task only to just piss away most of the prize imo. Honestly, I'm such a cum fiend, I have no reservations about licking it up almost anywhere I see it. Out of condoms, on bed sheets, off skin, off the towel used for cock wiping, everywhere. It's so subconscious that I think one day I'm gonna get myself in trouble if I spot like a drop of coconut jelly or something similar, and just automatically lick it up like the depraved animal I am

I love it as a guy cums he pushes my head all the way down so his cock is as far down my throat as it will go !!

Your style isn’t annoying at all - you write well. Had you dressed this up as a fiction story and posted it in the story section, I think it would have been well appreciated as such. As a ‘confessional’, though, it sort of asks people to look at it in a different light. And as you can tell, you’re not the only one with a ‘needlessly overthinking personality’. I might as well have that tattooed onto my forehead. Actually, I can relate to it very much, because if I’m being completely honest, that’s exactly the kind of Top I take the greatest gratification from servicing. I want the Top using me to be totally focused on his own desire and pleasure, and to feel free to achieve the fullness of his sexual expression and aggression through his enjoyment of my body and mind. I usually find it a bit tiresome if he’s not being selfish. I’m perhaps a bit different in that way, though, than a cumdump bottom who is less a dedicated service bottom and more in it for his own gratification; it’s harder to victimize someone like me when I consider the ability to use me that way as simply a service I offer. The Top can enjoy indulging in his aggression on me, without doing harm to someone who might be more easily traumatized by it. I totally recognize that there are such Tops out there, and perhaps that’s why I’m instinctively drawn to them - I’m the symbiotic outlet they need. If it had been me you took instead of the Viking dude, I wouldn’t have blocked you afterward. No, catfishing is not acceptable, and if the anon guy really did commit some egregious false advertising, you could reasonably be put off by it. Enough to go full psychopath? Maybe not so much.

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Chapter 5 He discovered many different feelings, both physical and emotional. He had one last new feeling to discover tonight. He had the Pig put a towel on the foot stool. He then instructed him to kneel on it and then put his hands on the floor. In this position his ass was at the perfect height and being head down like that gravity would pull any liquids into his bowels. Plus, it would enable his cock to get deeper and hopefully hit new spots to torment the Pig’s insides. He got behind the Pig and stared penetrating his very vulnerable ass. The Pig said “ This feels weird “. The Top said “ Yes, but I think I am hitting different areas in your hot little cunt “. This was the first time he referred the Pig’s ass as a cunt. He slipped and didn’t know how he would take to it. The Pig replied with “ Yes. Fucking knock my cunt up “. He was really into the act now. The Top started Pushing deep, hearing the whimpers and grunts of the Pig. This just spurred him on more. He felt on the brink and asked the Pig “ You want my baby makers in your cunt Pig ?” The Pig said “ Yes. Rip up my cunt. Impregnate me “. With that he pushed as deep as he could get. He knew at this position the Pig was feeling him bang against his second ring. The Pig was grunting loud saying “ I can feel you pulsing in me. Fill me up, every last drop “. When he was done cuming he stayed in the Pig’s ass and told him to stay still. The Pig was in heat and needed to get his nut but in this position he couldn’t get to his cock without falling. Suddenly he felt a warm flood filling him up. His bowels seemed to be getting filled with something warm. It was then that he figured his Top friend was pissing in him and at this angle with his ass elevated t was going deep, very deep. He was excited at first then concerned that it was beginning to feel uncomfortable. The Top said “ Another new thing for you tonight. Couple loads of cum in your ass and now piss”. The Top started pulling out and aid “ Don’t spill a drop Pig “. He knew that at that angle the Mix would be pulled deeper than normal. He hadn’t told the Pig that earlier this morning and right before he arrived he was hitting the glass pipe. He was sure that there would be some Meth in the piss an the Pig would feel it sooner than later. The Top grabbed a butt plug and worked it into the Pig’s ass. All the Pig said is that it felt like it was pushing the mix deeper. The Top told him to keep it in longer. To help him he stared rubbing the Pig’s butt cheeks and then he reached around and massaged the Pig’s belly. He wanted to give the chem piss a good chance to be absorbed. He figured after 15 minutes enough would be absorbed to really get him on his first Meth trip. This was part of his plan to make sure the Pig would be hooked on anal play and crave more. The Top reached between the Pig’s legs and stared slowly milking the Pig’s semi hard 6” cock. The Pig stared saying how great that felt but that the pressure in his guts was getting stronger. The Top said “Concentrate on the Feeling on your cock. How sensitive it is “. The top grabbed the poppers and put them to the Nose of the Pig and instructed him to inhale deeply and hold it. After a few hits the pig said he was getting dizzy. The Top wasn’t sure if it was from being upside down, the Poppers or the ‘ magic ‘ piss that by now had to be being absorbed. The Top wasn’t sure if he could get the Pig off. His cock was softer and he knew that the Chem piss was starting to work in the Pig. He started milking the Pig’s cock like a cow’s udder. The Pig said his cock has never felt so sensitive. To help the Pig get off the Top reached up and stared manipulating the plug in the Pig’s ass. That seemed to help because the Pig started rocking his hips to fuck the plug in his ass. It was at this time the Top wished he had brought a bigger plug. He wondered how much more the Pig could take in his cunt. He saw precum start dripping out of the Pig’s cock. He knew the plug in the Pig’s ass was hitting his prostate and that when he bent the plug. It had been over 20 minutes since the Top pissed in the Pig’s ass. He knew the chem piss would be working it’s magic by now. Everything he felt so far will drive him to crave anything up his ass by anyone. It will eventually drive him into some of the most depraved actions that can be had by a true Bottom pig fagot. He had no idea how far or where these cravings would take him, he just knew he needed more. He was now truly addicted to anal play and soon submission.

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Had to do a late drive the other night…I’d been to seen my brother and left his bout 11.50pm …its only a 2.5 hour drive home and I wasn’t rushing. Got to a services on and needed coffee and a piss. Was at the urinal when I noticed a bloke three down was just stood there dick out looking at me. …I wasn’t sure he was after some so went to my wash hands ..this time he stood right next to me …it was now bout 01.10 and there was no one in the place …I said “alright mate” …he said “yeah and was I looking?” …I’m proper slow sometimes but I finally was like “yeah mate could be” He then looks round see if the coast is clear and grabs my arse..leans in and snogs me. He’s in his 40s I think ..bit chubby and looks hairy …beard balding but good daddy vibes 😜 Great kisser …any how he takes me in to one of the shower rooms (its a services that cater for a lot of HGV drivers) …its a bit damp but clean in there and we strip …both bollock naked snogging and wanking …he says “you want fucking mate?” …im a bit hesitant cos I haven’t cleaned out but think im prob good to go …so say “yeah” …”nice one” Bit more wanking and bend over to suck his thick dick …bit musky …nice …loads of pre-cum and his foreskin slides back easy …he’s reaching my hole with a wet finger …”turn round mate” I do and brace myself n the shower cubicle …he rubs his wet dick on my hole “you clean mate?” He asks ….”yeah think so” …”what it bare?” He asks …all the while rubbing my hole …im like “fuck yeah mate” …but still he’s not going for it …still rubbing and really turning me on…”you on prep mate?” …”yeah …why you poz ?” …that’s when he finally pops the head of his cock in me and slowly pulls me on to him …”yeah mate i am" …he fucks me slow and steady for a good while …and I'm proper getting off on it …my cock is drooling pre-cum and cum he’s hitting the spot …then picks up the pace …”bloody hell mate your arse is fantastic”…im wanking and about to blow when he pulls me on to him and blows a big load in me and it make me shoot my load on the wall …he slowly pumps my are a couple more times and pulls out. I wipe my arse with a tissue pleased to see just cum …and we get dressed …he’s like “your a hot lad ..thanks for the fuck mate” …and other small talk …find out he’s been poz for about 6 months and so far I was the first lad to let him cum inside since he started telling people …he’s not long been telling them …nice bloke …very nice fuck we swapped numbers

It had been a hard week. Our platoon was out in the field on training maneuvers. We arrived back at the barracks tired, muddy, and chilled to the bone. We figured out two days in that Sarge, being the asshole he is, didn’t tell us we’d be camping out and in the open the entire week so he could teach us a ‘readiness’ lesson. It was November for fuck’s sake. We had no gear, no cover, no vest, just boots, fatigues and weapons. Two of those things were what Sarge called ‘the only things a soldier needs’. Boots and weapons. A soldier fights naked if he has to. Readiness was the army code word for surprise. And in the army, there are never any good surprises. The cold soaking rain certainly wasn’t, and I just knew Sarge had scouted the weather ahead of time. Ironically, the mud we crawled through, slogged through, choked on and wore actually provided a slight extra insulation. Even if we could have showered we probably wouldn’t have, aside from the rain which did little to make us feel clean. You reach a point where the pain and dirt just feels normal. Still, it was rough. But if you didn’t like roughing it in the Army, you should have joined the Air Force. Those words of wisdom from Sarge were our mantra. He seemed to get intense satisfaction from driving us past our limits. Asshole. But he was OUR asshole and we considered him one of our brothers. Our older, dickwad asshole brother, but still a brother. We all trudged into the barracks looking forward to shucking our muddy battle dress, getting a hot shower, and having a weekend of partying and rest. Addison, whose nickname was Sleeper, was already peeling off his uniform before he even took two steps inside the door. I had to chuckle, our training was that ingrained. In the barracks, dress code was relaxed. You could walk around naked if you wanted, which many of the guys did during down time. You didn’t do it during duty hours, but only because of Sarge’s ‘readiness’ drills. Sucks to be you if you were the last one to fall in. Sucks to be you if you fall in with one hair out of place. But one step outside the barracks door was the Army’s world, and Sarge looked for any excuse, any infraction to heap a shitload of abuse and punishment on the slacker. And sometimes we ALL paid a price. But cross that threshold and Sleeper rarely waited to get butt as naked. Sleeper was naked before the last guy got through the door. Of course. Sleeper wasn’t shy. He flaunted his athletic, beefy magnificence. We gave him the nickname because he had been a wrestler in high school, all state in the 190 lb weight class. He was used to locker rooms, group showers, hanging out naked with the guys. At 6’1” he was obviously a beast in high school, and a year in the Army had packed on 30 more pounds of muscle. 6’1”, 220 just sat well on him, with his ridiculous casual masculine swagger. When we first thought up the name, it was because Holler, whose real name was Foger, thought Sleeper was talking about t.v. wrestling and asked him if he knew how to do the Sleeper hold. Hell, most of us thought it was a good question, but Sleeper scowled and educated us about freestyle competition wrestling and what you could and couldn’t do. Some of the stuff they did when the ref couldn’t see was downright brutal. Fingers in the asshole, gripping nuts, grinding your junk into their face, stuff like that. He said the refs tended to ignore that stuff as long as it was during the execution of a move. But deliberately cutting off your opponent’s air and blood supply was unsportsmanlike and unnecessary roughness, two fouls that could get you a point penalty at least, and disqualified at worst. But the name Sleeper stuck, and he gradually accepted that you don’t get to choose your nickname, and his was mild compared to some of the others. Even Holler was a rather tame nickname, we just couldn’t come up with anything really clever for that backwoods redneck. Every word he spoke had a slurred country drawl so thick it needed a translation. It was so bad that Puta, our New York Puerto Rican brother asked ‘Ay Puta, were ya born in a holler down in kintuckee?’ Fuck, he tried to mimic Holler’s southern accent, but it was nowhere near and the rest of us about cried we laughed so hard. Holler glared at Puta, but we all knew nothing was going to happen. Holler was about 140 lbs soaking wet, a scrawny, gangly little shit. Puta would break him like a twig. Puta called everyone Puta unless he was being serious. That’s how he got his nickname. We told him we’d stop calling him that when he stopped calling everyone that. He just said ‘Ay, fuck you puta.’ Just a bunch of guys going around calling each other ‘whore’ in Spanish. Gotta love the Army. Enough about that, you’ll learn the other brother’s names later. Where was I? Oh yeah, Sleeper’s big round marble white ass rumbling towards the showers, two globes of perfect muscle stacked on tree trunk thighs that flared out beyond his narrow hips. It looked like snow on hills, he was so white. Still, he wasn’t the biggest brother, nor the most built. That honor belonged to Zeus. Holy shit, Zeus was just blessed by the Gods. No one bothered Zeus. Not that Zeus was mean, or angry, or frightening. Zeus was a clam, silent giant. Even when he looked at us individually, it never seemed to be a judgement. He was difficult to figure out. Sometimes, rarely, he smiled at a joke someone made. If you got that smile from him, that rare emotional response, you felt like you won some big prize. He just had….something. Something the rest of us wished we could learn. But we settled with just basking in its effects when Zeus deigned to interact with us poor mortals. “Which one of you grunts messed up my beautiful barracks with your fucking filth!?!” came the roar from behind us. At this point we were all, except Zeus, at least half undressed. Zeus hadn’t made a single move to get undressed. “Fall in!” Fuck! Sarge knew there was no way we could NOT muck up the place. Hell, half of us, like Sleeper, undressed just a couple steps inside, so we WOULDN’T create a mess we’d just have to clean up. 32 filthy guys in limited square feet peeling off shoes, socks, uniforms, underwear, no one cared what body part pressed up against who. All asses and armpits, as Sarge says. We scrambled immediately into formation. Footlong (we WANTED to call him horsedick but better sense prevailed) wasn’t even half out of his pants and he had to waddle into line and just leave them around his knees, his wet boxer briefs suctioned to his namesake down his right leg. His absurd double doorknob sized balls hung down the other leg, almost hanging as low as his cock. He said he had to divide them up like that or it was just too much meat in one place. Sarge’s green eyes gazed at the floor, sweeping in lazy arcs, an angry frown deepening with every smear of mud he saw. He looked up at the wall beside the door where a muddy handprint marred the whitewash. Quietly…dangerously… he said “who is barrack’s bitch this week?” We all went white when we heard him say barrack’s bitch. That was supposed to be a secret. How’d he find out? Barrack’s bitch was our little hazing game on Saturday nights, the only night of the week when we were on post that we could let loose. One brother, chosen at random from a hat, had to take orders from anyone who gave it, do anything they were told. Barrack’s Bitch bought the beer, or liquor for those who wanted that. Barrack’s bitch fetched refills, cleaned up spills, did party tricks for our amusement, was subservient at all times, and basically let the rest of us feel just a little power and control, for just a brief moment, in our powerless grunt lives. I forget who originally came up with the idea, maybe it was Bootlicker, he always had great ideas. He was easily the smartest of all of us. How he ended up eating mud with the rest of us in a rainy miserable November, I’ll never know. He could have gone to college. “Someone better speak up. I can take away your Saturday anytime I want. A sergeant doesn’t repeat himself.” “Wanker is Barrack’s bitch, Sarge. “ Wanker said. Oh fuck, we owed him big. We hadn’t had a chance to do the drawing yet, so technically we didn’t have a bitch this week. Wanker fucking volunteered. And you NEVER volunteer in the Army. I felt bad that Wanker was probably going to spend the next three hours of his liberty cleaning up our mess. “Excellent. Outstanding. You were on my list anyway.“ Sarge said with every inflection of sarcasm he could milk from his cold, dead heart. “Private Wanker, you’re with me. The rest of you animals better remove any sign of your unfortunate presence from my barracks before I get back. She better shine and glow like a virgin after her first fuck.” He stared at us for a three count. “MOVE YOUR SORRY FUCKING ASSES, GRUNTS! IT WAS NOT A REQUEST.” We damn near injured ourselves as we darted around picking up clothing, it didn’t matter whose. Sleeper grabbed someone’s underwear, the cleanest thing he could find, and started wiping up mud, the globes of his chiseled ass vibrating while his dick and balls swung between his legs like a fucking bell ringing that the pope had died. That gave everyone the idea, and, well… that was how 30 soldiers ended up naked and scrubbing mud with their own underwear on their hand and knees while Sarge watched for a minute. Satisfied that we were doing the job, he turned and left, with Wanker following his beefy back, Sarge’s pristine uniform dry, spotless and pressed like he hadn’t spent a week babysitting idiots sitting in mud. What the fuck? He had MAYBE 45 seconds between when we left the transport and when he came through the barrack’s door. How could he be clean, dry and spotless? Anyway, not even Sarge said anything to Zeus, who still stood absolutely silent at parade rest, staring at the rest of us working. He’d never undressed. His fatigues were muddy, but his boots were clean. I guess he didn’t feel like he made a mess, so he wasn’t going to clean it up, and no one was going to say anything about it. Zeus was…. well, confusing would be a good word. So we got everything cleaned up, our faces up someone else’s ass until it was spotless. Then we hit the showers. Everyone except Zeus. We took our time, looking forward to the party, letting the hot water soak away our tiredness. “Should we wait for Wanker? Or should we choose another bitch?” Dimples asked? No, he didn’t have dimples when he smiled. Not on those cheeks anyway. “Fuck dat.” Puta replied. “Dat puta volunteered. I’m no gonna be putting my name in a hat dis week. Das all I care about. He be back soon.” We all silently agreed. After all, he escaped having to mop up mud with someone’s dirty underwear. Soon we were all cleaned up and feeling fresh. It took a while to get clean. We all dried off and went to our bunks to throw on some clothes, even if it was just a pair of socks or underwear. Footlong of course wore his usual boxer briefs. He didn’t like anyone looking at his massive cock, which was difficult NOT to look at when it swung free. Zeus got up and went to the showers. He never showered with the brothers. He just waited patiently, quietly doing his quiet thing. We did notice though, that while we were using up all the hot water, he’d cleaned the mud from all our boots, and put them at the end of the bunks. Our fatigues were piled neatly, still muddy, on an empty rack near the corner. Zeus was a good guy, an excellent soldier. He just didn’t like to join the group. I did wonder why we’d never chosen his name for Barrack’s bitch, though. But, as with everything else, I just figured he was blessed by the Gods. About that time Wanker returned. He seemed a little jumpy, and stripped down to go shower himself. “You gotta wait, Wanker.” I said. “What for, Assmunch? I don’t start bitchwork yet.” Yeah, that’s me. Assmunch. It USED to be Scarlett on account of how red I turned when angry, exerting myself, embarrassed… hell, I turned red if I breathed. But one of my turns at Barrack’s bitch went a bit wild. I violated the subservience rule, and was ordered to kiss the brother’s ass that I’d offended. “Kiss it.” Sleeper said, presenting his amazing ass to my face. Troll and Cellblock held me on my knees to either side. Cellblock pushed my face closer. I could feel the hot, damp atmosphere of Sleeper’s sweaty, hairless crack hitting me like a sauna. “Oh look, Scarlett is all red.” Troll laughed. “Your brother gave you an order. Kiss. His. Ass.” I darted in and gave his left asscheek a quick peck. “Oh, that makes the other cheek lonely. Scarlett, be a pal and kiss the other one” Sleeper said with a dirty grin. “But I’m not your sister. Kiss it like you mean it. “ Truth was, it wasn’t a big deal. It was just his butt, and it was a nice one. But acting like I hated it was part of the game. So I pressed my lips to his right asscheek and made out with it. Damn, it was solid, and smooth, and tasted of sweat and that cheap soap we used. I pulled away after ten seconds. “I think he was into it, bro” Cellblock commented. “His tongue tasted all of that lily white booty.” “Really? Did you like the taste of my ass, bitch?” Sleeper looked over his shoulder with eyebrows raised. “Don’t be ashamed to admit it. I know it’s a piece of grade a prime beef. It should taste delicious.” He flexed his ass then wiggled it in my face. “But that wasn’t the best part. You gotta get deep in the meat near the bone for the most flavor. “ He bent over, his cheeks spread as he looked at me from between his knees. I’d never been this close to another man’s asshole, and the sight kinda stunned me for a second. I don’t know if all assholes looked like his, but it seemed like it was all just smooth white skin with a tiny little rift. No hair, no pucker, no visible difference from the asscheek I just frenched. I looked at him, his eyes daring me, that confident grin. He was a rotten handsome prick. But, if I was going to lick anyone’s asshole, my best friend’s was probably the only one. “Fuck it.” I said. The guys were all gathered around, hooting, catcalling, laughing. They were going to witness this bullshit with horrified attention like a car wreck you couldn’t look away from. And I was determined to make it as unpleasant for them as I could. Which meant going full on gay with it. “Lemme have my arms.” I said to Cellblock and Troll. They dutifully released me and stood fascinated to see if I’d go through with it. I placed my hands on his ass, gripping his glutes, pushing his cheeks together and apart. “You ready? After this, you’re gonna understand why the ladies love me. When I go down, I give it everything I got. You’re going to beg me to do this to you again.” “You ain’t never had no ladies. Don’t try to lie. You probably gonna leave bite marks on his shitter.” Cellblock said. With that, I dove in. I kept his asscheeks apart so the guys could watch my big tongue slurp right up his crack, starting at his taint and pushing upwards across his insanely perfect hole to the end of his crack. “Oh shit! He really went in!” Troll said. The other brothers varied in their reactions, from disgust to cheering. I zeroed in on the target, my mouth open, and smothered his almost hidden sphincter with my tongue. Sleeper let out an involuntary “ohhhhhh fuck” and I moved my hands to his thighs and pulled him into me as I began assaulting that hole with my tongue, lips, nose, chin, just grinding away with heavy slurping noises, tons of saliva and noises like I was eating the best meal of my life. Sleeper was trying not to move, but I could feel slight pushes and tiny flexes of his thighs I was gripping. I no longer had any awareness of what the guys were doing, simply lost in eating Sleeper’s asshole like a pussy. “Shit dude. You gotta stop.” He said after a minute or so. I didn’t know how long I was in there. “You sure, sir?” I mumbled from between his cheeks. “Dude, stop. Okay… you’re done.” I pulled away, my face wet. I’m sure I was red as a beet, but it was worth it. I looked down at his face, still between his legs, his eyes were closed and he was breathing a little heavy. I noticed his dick was almost hard, his foreskin pulled almost all the way back, and he was leaking pre-cum. He reached up between his legs and swiped across his asshole, probably to give himself a moment to recover and get rid of the dick slime dripping off his cock so the guys wouldn’t see. Looks like Sleeper enjoyed it more than a little, I thought. I had to admit, I enjoyed it too. Not too much different than eating pussy. “Now I have assmunching juice all over me!” He growled. “You asked for it, and I did warn you.” I replied, wiping my face with my hand. “How’d it taste, Assmunch? Looks like he gave you a full helping. You were buried up his crack for five minutes. We couldn’t even see your nose.” Bootlicker jibed. “Tasted like freedom, America, and grunt beef!” I laughed back. Sleeper was still bent over, his hands on his knees. His ass still near my face, cheeks spread, his shiny asshole clenching and releasing. “Whew, I need a beer. Bitch, get me a beer. It’s gonna take me a minute to dry out. Felt like you were trying to taste what I had for breakfast. Holy good God in heaven. “ “Be right back. “. So… Assmunch stuck. You gotta roll with the punches. Sleeper and I would later have a heart to heart about my skills, but that’s a story for later. We were best buds, of course we were going to talk about it. And more it turns out. Where was I? Oh yeah, Wanker stripped down headed to the showers. “What for Assmunch?” “Zeus is in there. You gotta wait.” I told him. Wanker sighed, knowing he had to let Zeus take his shower alone. He went to his bunk, looking like he hurt his leg or something. He wasn’t walking right. The rest of the guys were hyping up for our party, ready to get things moving. “You okay Wanker? What’s up with you? “ I asked. “If you need to go see medical, we can choose another bitch. But you did get off easy not having to clean up. What did Sarge want, anyway?” “It’s no big deal. Just a sore hip.” He said morosely, which was out of character for him. He was usually one of the funny ones, always cracking jokes. Even when we caught him in the toilet whacking off he just laughed and busted his nut right in front of us. He actually hit Sackless right on the chin with one of his spurts. Wanker’s got a fucking firehose when he shoots. He’s the distance champion for nut AND piss out of all of us. “Sarge just needed to discipline me for something. I kinda fucked up, but he’s going to give me a pass this time.” “Fuck man, that sounds serious. What’d you do?” I asked. “It was supposed to be a joke, just a prank on the Charlies. You know those guys are dickwads, not like us. Well, THEIR Sarge raised hell with our Sarge.” “WHAT DID YOU DO?” I stressed again. “Put liquid contact adhesive in their shampoo dispenser.” “Sounds like a Bootlicker idea” I mused, laughing. “Oh that’s evil. But wouldn’t they have to use it right away? Or it’d just turn to rubber, right?” “No, that’s the beauty of it.” Wanker said, without any enthusiasm at all. “If it doesn’t contact air, it stays liquid. Bootlicker knows his shit. That’s why the Charlies look like green recruits now. They had to shave their heads just like in boot camp. Bald as babies. They finally grew their hair back this year, and they had to shave it all again.” “Fucking classic. Doesn’t sound like anything that the Sarges would get involved in though.” Wanker sighed. “The shampoo dispensers were trashed. Had to be replaced. Sarge said willful destruction of Army property is taken very seriously. I woulda been fucked.” He paused, closed his eyes. In a weak voice almost too quiet to hear he continued “I WAS fucked.” I was puzzled why he wasn’t happier. “But you said Sarge gave you a pass.” Wanker looked me dead in the eye and repeated “no, I was fucked.” There was a change in his emphasis that seemed odd. “God don’t be dumb, Assmunch. That’s how I got the pass. Charlie’s Sarge plowed his huge Hungarian dick into my ass. I was fucked by Sergeant Charlie. And he didn’t pull out, use a condom or go easy. He ripped me apart and busted in my asshole, which is still dripping his nut, while I was bent over Sarge’s desk like a cheap whore. I squatted as soon as I was outside, but fuck there’s like a gallon of it in me, it just keeps coming out.” Wanker was damn near crying, but he was keeping it together . Soldiers don’t cry. “Don’t tell the guys. I shouldn’t even have told you. Okay?” “You don’t have to worry, Parker.” I said. Just using his first name sounded weird to me, but this was no time for juvenile nicknames. “I’m glad you told me. Are you okay? Do you need me to do anything?” “I’ll be fine. It’s not the end of the world. I took my punishment. I agreed to it.’ He said with a morose chuckle. “And honestly, it would have been worse getting demoted and having to leave you guys, maybe leave the Army. That would have hurt way more I think.” I nodded, understanding. Pain was a known quantity, we lived and breathed pain. We carried on. It was all bearable when you had your brothers beside you. “But, I need a favor. Later, not now.” He said. “Name it, brother, it’s yours.” I replied. “After the party, I need you to look at my ass. It felt like he broke something inside me. I can’t ask anyone else, don’t want to go to the infirmary and answer a lot of questions. I figure you’d probably know what to look for after being up Sleeper’s hole that time. You can say no.” I pulled him into a deep hug. “I’d be honored to. After the party.” I held him for a few more seconds, and felt the tension drain from his body. Looking like he felt better, we saw Zeus coming back, fully clothed in some pajamas his mom probably sent him. Little German Shepard puppies frolicking all over them, but no one said a word. He didn’t even look stupid wearing pajamas a six year old would wear. Fuck, I wish I had half of whatever God blood flowed through his steel veins. Where she found puppy dog pajamas to fit a 6’5” hulk that barely fit into his fatigues was a mystery only she knew. Zeus walked to his bunk like he was dressed in biker’s leathers, or fucking medieval armor. “Go clean up, I’ll stall the brothers.” I told Wanker. “I’ll set up for you so they don’t get cranky.” We both knew if they got cranky Wanker would be given way more shit than usual. He walked away. I turned to Zeus. “Thanks for doing our boots Zeus. That was really nice of you.” He turned to me, almost to see if I was being sarcastic. I wasn’t. Then he smiled and I felt the world shift. For a moment I felt like the star of his world. I know I was lighting up red, probably the reddest I’ve ever been, but fuck if I cared. I couldn’t move, couldn’t look away from his piercing hazel eyes. “”It’s okay Andrew. I didn’t help clean.” His voice was a physical sensation, a vibration that caressed my entire body. It was deep, gentle but with a force like a wave that moves you without harm or pressure. He wasn’t even trying to be charming or dominant or alpha, all of those things were just exuded naturally from every pore on his body. I would have cut my own throat at that moment, with a smile, if he but asked. Did he know? Did he realize how he affected all of us? Did he see my absolute capitulation and hero worship written on my face? I couldn’t hide it if I tried, my brain made no sense when he looked at me. During hushed conversations with the brothers, we realized he affected every single one of us the same way. Hell, Puta had never once called Zeus ‘Puta’, that was how altering Zeus was. Sarge never screamed at him, ever. “I was going to shine them, but you guys weren’t in the shower long enough.” He almost sounded like he was apologizing to me. What the fuck, no that wasn’t going to happen. He wasn’t anyone that should apologize. “It was nice enough that you got the mud off. And we used all the hot water, which was an asshole thing to do. We didn’t deserve for you to do anything nice for us.” I swear this was the most Zeus had said to any one of us. What the fuck was going on tonight? Wanker gets ass raped, and agreed to it no less, got flooded with jizz, is still going to be Barrack’s bitch, and now Zeus is having a fucking conversation with me, a blessed fucking pleasant conversation with a God like any of that is normal. I’m having a stroke. That’s the only explanation. I’m out of my mind near death and it’s all a hallucination. Zeus looked down at his feet hanging off the end of his bunk. I got a sudden feeling that he was sad. “It’s okay. The water was still warm. It felt good after being in the cold rain. You guys are always so nice to me. I’m not good at the stuff you do for fun.” He said softly, trying to be quiet. I guess he didn’t want the brothers to overhear us. “Is that why you always stay in your bunk?” “Yeah.” That hit me hard. We’re we excluding one of our brothers because we thought he was too good for our foolish games? When he sat apart watching us have fun and never inviting him? Did he not think he was a God above all of us? “Zeus. Look at me, please.” I said. He looked over. His deep hazel eyes had a sad hope. It crushed me completely. “Do you know why we call you Zeus?” I asked. “Because I’m big?” He guessed. I almost laughed. But I didn’t want to ruin this moment. “No Zeus, we call you that because your brothers and I think that you are a God walking among us. Yeah, being tall, with those insane muscles helps. But there’s so much more about you we like. We love that everything you do is perfect. You ace every task. You never fuck up, or say something dumb, or do ANYTHING wrong. When you walk, it’s like watching a wild animal stalk its prey. When you speak, your voice rumbles like thunder. When you look at us, like you’re looking at me now, our souls tremble. We don’t know why, but you have something incredible in you that just comes out and hits us like lightning. We’ve all just accepted that you’re the best of all of us. That’s just how it is. We’ve talked about it. If we were back in time, you’d be our king. I know it sounds stupid, but we literally worship the ground you walk on. “ “You wouldn’t feel that way if you knew.” He said. A cold knot formed in my stomach. He had some dark secret he couldn’t tell us? Fuck all. My mind was spinning. How the fuck do I handle this? The other part of my brain kicked in. The side that was smart, that argued against doing stupid shit. It said two words: so what? So what if he has a dark secret? He’s your brother, and you don’t abandon a brother. “Zeus, my brother, nothing you can tell me would change a thing. You could have fucked your cousin and I wouldn’t care.” That got a grin from him. “I don’t care if you sucked dick for money and took it up the ass from Abdul the clerk at the corner stop and shop. Wouldn’t change a thing. “ I thought I saw him give a barely perceptible jerk at that. Nah, couldn’t be. Could it? I mean, I wanted to know, but NOT know. “Of course, the only thing that might change would be I’d need a special favor now and then, if you know what I mean.” I joked. I grinned back at him, gauging his reaction. He seemed to deflate, like he all the sudden relaxed from an incredible heavy load he’d been carrying. “You mean it, Andrew?” “I mean it. And, starting now, you gotta start using our nicknames. That’s what brothers do. I’m Assmunch. Don’t much like it, but I earned it. ” I told him. “Why do they call you Assmunch?” He asked sincerely. Man, his voice. I figured if my guess was right, he’d like the story, so I told him about tongue raping Sleeper’s ass. He sat there staring at me with eyes that just got wider and wider. “No way!” He exclaimed, the most intense emotion I’d ever seen come out of him. “Oh yes. Five minutes they said I ate his ass. You know the best part?” He was hooked, leaning forward. “What?” “Sleeper got a boner and was leaking dickjuice everywhere. He had to hide it from the other guys, but I saw it. You can’t tell anyone though. We gotta keep the secret that Sleeper just loves to get his ass eaten.” “Wow! Really? Sleeper?” “Yeah, he’s really got the best ass. I’ve been taking care of him about once a week since then. We have a deal. I eat his ass until he cums, sometimes without even touching his dick. And then he gives me a handjob and I get to shoot my load.” “Do you like it?” He asked, way more interested than I’d ever seen him be. He wasn’t calm and aloof anymore. “You know, eating his ass?” “Yeah, not too different than eating pussy. Taste is different, and it’s just my spit and no pussy juice, but to be honest what I like most is how it gets Sleeper all worked up. I’d do anything for him. He’s my best friend. “ Zeus nodded. “Yeah, I can see that. I like Sleeper too. He’s my favorite.” I looked at Zeus, and rolled the dice. I was pretty sure I was right. But this would clinch it. “You know, he’d probably love it if you wanted to give it a try. The man really can’t get enough tongue in his ass.” I left that hanging there, then continued. “Come on, bring your puppy dog pajamas and help me set up for tonight. You don’t have to stay, and I won’t say anything about what we talked about, okay?” Zeus got up from his rack. Looking down, he pulled out the bottom of his shirt. “They’re German Shepards” he said, smiling like a kid. Fuck I could just kiss him he was so friggin adorable right then. Without thinking, I grabbed his sleeve and said “c’mon puppy, party’s this way”

Ben was so high - and so stretched from getting fucked - that i didn't even bother with FF foreplay. i just grabbed a ball of crisco from the nearby can, pumped some j-lube in my palm and smeared the slimy mixture all over my hands. Ben still had his eyes closed - enjoying the warm buzz of his latest smoke. i folded my right hand into a small tube - my thumb surrounded by four fingertips. His hole was pulsing in and out - slowly - like it was begging to be filled. As soon as my fingertips hit the purple muscle, it opened like a flower - or some alien pod... Ben's legs spread slightly, signaling his slutty desire. In one steady push, my whole hand slid into his burning fuckhole!!! (and i have really big hands!) Something between a growl and a purr emanated from Ben's throat, as he opened his eyes and grinned. "Fuck! You Texas boys don't stop, do you?" he managed. "Not unless the building's on fire." I chuckled. "Then we just move to the parking lot," I added. "Open the door," Ben said. "I want the whole place to see this!" i tried turning the doorknob, but my hand was covered with so much lube and crisco that i couldn't get a grip. "Here," Ben said, tearing off a sheet from the roll of paper towels he'd brought. One hand in his ass, and the other on the doorknob - i finally got it open! A rush of cool air from the hallway blew in the room, making us realize how much heat we'd generated - two sweaty, chemmed-up, sexpigs goin' at it! With Ben impaled on my fist, i slowly turned him around so that guys walking by would get a good view of his hole being stretched. i now had my back toward the door, so i was dependent on the mirror to see any activity in the hall. "MMMMmmmmmmm," Ben sighed. "Pull out for a sec. I wanna see if i'm still clean." i slowly exited his bowel, my hand ringed by a dark purple ruffle of muscle - finally opening into the bright red rosebud of his prolapse. "Fuuuccckkkk!" a voice behind me gasped. I looked up to see the reflection in the mirror. It was Trent - a young guy I'd played with a while back. Trent has an incredibly thick, uncut cock, and loves to fuck. When i first met him (at the baths), he was a young twenty-something - in decent shape. Now - a couple of years later - Trent had packed on another 20 lbs. of muscle, and was definitely - - - a MAN!!!! "Am I clean?" I heard Ben ask, caught up in his own world. "Crystal clean, i'd say," i replied, holding my hand up to the light from the hallway. It was covered in a mix of clear and white goo - J-Lube and crisco - but absolutely no shit or blood. "You had your whole hand inside him?" Trent said from behind. My chem-addled brain was having trouble with these two conversations at the same time... "Uh - - - yeah," i managed to get out. "Come on in, man," i spoke to the image in the mirror. "Trent - Ben - - - Ben - Trent," i said. "There - now everybody knows everybody," i said, rolling my eyes. "That was sooo fucking hot, dude!" Trent said, dropping his towel and tossing it on the plastic chair. He was wearing a thick leather cockring and leather ballstretcher, and had a biohazard tattoo midway between his navel and cock. (Things had changed from the sweet, curious corn-fed beefboy i'd met years back.) His foreskin hung down from his semi hard meat - not because he was soft - but because it'd obviously been played with - roughly, and a lot!!! "Mind if I watch?" Trent asked, lazily stroking his meat. "No," Ben and i answered in unison. "Just gettin' opened up for some big dick!" Ben added, unashamedly staring at Trent's meat. i slid the fingers of my left hand into Ben's ass, palm up, and formed a type of funnel. then, with my right hand, i grabbed the J-Lube bottle and squeezed several big globs of the gooey lube onto my palm and let it run down into his gape. Trent was half kneeling-half sitting on the edge of the bed, thoroughly mesmerized by what was going on. i handed the J-Lube bottle to him, and then slid my right hand deep into Ben's hole. "MMMMMMmmmmmmmm!!!" Ben growled, his eyes rolling back into his head. "That's fucking hot as shit!" Trent responded, squirting some lube into his palm, and slicking up his growing tool.

I hadn’t seen my mate Jon for some time. The last time we saw each other in the flesh was three years ago. We’d been texting on and off since, and had made plans to meet when I was next in his area, but nothing seemed to happen. I’d known that he’d become poz, and while that was a slight turn on, and I admit I’d jacked off to the idea of him pozzing me, I knew it was ultimately irresponsible thoughts. We’d finally got around to having some free time, and arranged a weekend when we were both about. We used to gear up and fuck in his sling back in the day. I knew that it would be cheeky to assume this would happen regardless whenever we met. I liked him too much as a friend and known him too long to take the piss and expect sex every time we saw each other. He’d told me that it would be a mellow weekend and, he’d welcome the company. He’d been having the occasional mojo loss apparently. One of those side effects of becoming poz which I fully respected. I told him that it would be fine, but would he mind if I wore a little something, as we’d always felt free and comfortable hanging out in some rubber. He was cool about that, and so I popped a couple of bits in my bag to change into when I got there. So we met up, was good to see him after all this time. He’d been completely freaked out by becoming poz. His messages to be were initially all of concern and worry, and then he seemed to relax back into his old self once he started meds. We’d even text filthily about brotherhood and pozzing once he got into his groove. I knew he wouldn’t want to hurt me, and we were too close. I was surprised at how he looked – no major changes, but a certain look about him that I’d discovered poz men have. Whether through meds or how severe things were. He still looked good, but I knew that he had had a few issues about it all over time. As the afternoon wore on, he said to make myself at home and slip into something more comfortable if I fancied. It felt a bit awkward, but he said he was totally fine about it. So I thought I’d pop a rubber vest and shorts on, and then came back into the room and joined him on the sofa. “Ooh nice” he said and smiled. “I might have to join you after all”. I thought that would be great. It had been ages and just feeling comfortable around each other in gear was great. He came back into the room with similar gear on. His chap shorts with the yellow stripe and jock looked as hot as ever, as was the zip up vest. I’ll admit my cock was stirring when I saw him like that. However we were behaving and you know, it’s not just all about sex, yeah? He went and got us a couple of drinks and we laid back and stared bored towards the TV. Some quiz show or other. I wasn’t really sure. However I started feeling a bit weird. Headachey, and also like I’d taken some Nytol or sleep aid. Admittedly it had been a long day and so wasn’t that bothered at first. “He put his hand on my stomach and gentled rubbed my nipples. Oh man, it was fantastic. “You’re looking good mate”, he said. “You too fella. Have missed this, just hanging out” Staring into his eyes as he grinned. I thought nothing of how I was feeling otherwise, just fully in the moment enjoying time with my mate in gear. He leaned in to kiss me and it was just like the old days. I assumed kissing would be fine. People would still kiss if they weren’t feeling sexual. Or at least I assumed. I was starting to get hard in my shorts increasingly lost in the moment, not feeling like I was in a hurry to get up or move out of his way. His hand moved down to my crotch and he gently stroked to hardening rubber bulge “Hmmm, nice”. I had missed this, and so was lost in the moment. He began to unzip my crotch and I just let him do it. Thinking that if this was a loss of mojo, then lord knows what he’d be like when his mojo was back. Just mates. Enjoying each other. He knew how to work me, after all these years, and I was letting him. I hadn’t thought where this was heading. Just loved and was living the moment. We came up for air and I reached to finish off my drink. I drained the bottle and thought it tasted a little sediment-y at the bottom. I just assumed it was the beer. I’d not heard of the brand before, as I’m not a craft beer drinker, so just believed that this was craft beers tasted like. Then I stood up, almost as if to halt what might be happening between us. I felt quite dizzy and asked for some water. That was the last thing I remembered then anyway. Waking up a little later, I groggily looked at my surroundings. The heat of the day had made the sheets sticky and, oh… this was his rubber playsheet. I recognised it from many times. How did I get here? I also felt a weight on my neck. A chain and padlock. I sure as hell wasn’t wearing that earlier. I started to feel a bit concerned and tried to focus. It was his playroom. I’d been here many times before but just wasn’t expecting to be in it on this occasion. I tried to look around and spot where he was. I could see him in the chair across the room. “Hello mate. You’re back with us then?” He was grinning. I just felt like I’d embarrassed myself and passed out. “I just needed to get you a bit more on my wavelength mate. You see, yes it’s technically true the meds are playing with my head and libido. What I didn’t mention was that I decided to bin them. I’m ‘between meds’ so to speak. Well, that’s if I decide to restart them again that is”. Now I was a tad concerned. This seemed a bit of a set-up. “You always seemed to get off on the idea of me being poz, and that’s horny. However I’ve been getting off on the idea of you being poz too. But as you say, ‘it’s all horny chat’” Oh shit, where was this heading? I thought. “But you know, I get the feeling that you want to join us. And I want you to join us too” Shit. He’s gone into gifter mode. Fuck. I tried to pull myself up, only to realise the chain around my neck was tugging on something else. Oh fuck. He’s secured me like some animal. I looked over and he was grinning. He stood up and came towards me, and put me in a headlock and stuff a bottle of poppers under my nose. Jesus fuck they were strong. My cock seemed to strain harder than ever. Chemical lust fled through my head into my brain. He uzipped his cock and jerked it into my face, it’s a hot cock, and at that moment it looked like a work of art and the tastiest thing ever. “Feed” I was both terrified but horny as fuck. Maybe this was some scene or something. Maybe he was horny and wanted to do a bit of role play. I filled my mouth with that cock. A brief flash reminded me that it was slightly different now. Not necessarily in form, but, you know, it was now poz. “Nice mate. You see, I know that you want this. And I want this too. I want to free you. I want you to be my pozbrother. That’s why I decided to arrange this recruitment session” I was too far gone to recognise logic or sense by this point. Just devouring that beautiful poz cock. He looked magnificent. It was somehow what I imagined but never genuinely thought it would be like. Someone who I’ve known and loved all these years now wanting me to become like him. It was fucked up, but increasingly I was loving it. It was all making perfect sense. He pulled out of my mouth and told me to turn around. As much as I could with the limited movement, I was now obeying his every word. My hole was seemingly asking for it, suddenly hungry. “This ain’t gonna take long pig. I’ve been edging watching you and didn’t want to allow for any time to elapse before you realised what I was doing” Shit. This was it. He was off meds and about to fire toxic cum into me. I would have applauded his enterprise had it not circled around him infecting me. Yet my cock was reacting well enough and he was being pretty rough regardless. We’d had some hardcore sessions in the past but this was something else. Like he had drive and purpose. “You and I have a great future ahead of us now. Let me make you a convert, let me make you into a brother like… Aaaaargh!” Hang on. He’s… he’s just flooded my hole with cum. No, no, no, no, no. This must be a trick. Some set up. He lowers his weight upon me and whispers in my ear “Welcome to the brotherhood” There it was. The moment I’d wanked about. The moment I genuinely feared, but secretly wanted. It was a strange feeling. We were both there. Intimate, yet still brutal. I was his prey, or that’s how it felt anyway. Yet his determination and poz worldview saw me as a target for assimilation. I was both terrified and turned on. Honoured, even. “Why didn’t you just say you wanted to do this?” I panted. “Because I knew you’d chicken out. I knew that the reality of the situation would scare you off. I had to make sure that didn’t happen, otherwise I’d never have claimed you” I was half dumbstruck but also touched at his words. “I wouldn’t be surprised if the flu starts kicking off within a fortnight. I’ve been off meds a while, and the last guy I bred a month ago has already come back to thank me for bringing him into the brotherhood. You have one load in you now anyway. I will happily fuck you a couple more times just to make sure” There’s no rational response to that. All I could look at the tenderness, and the hunger of him. This was brand new territory. One of my best mates wanted me to be poz like him so I could enjoy that life, and I knew that I would come around to thanking him eventually. All I could do now was to look him in the eye and say “Yes brother. Make me like you. Let us become one.”

Billy smiled and turned red, looking unsure. “I mean it, let’s get to know each other a little better”, I said beckoning him over and taping my lap encourage him. Then I changed my mind and gave him and instruction instead, “actually go get us both another beer son” I said directly and in such a way that he automatically got up and went to the kitchen. When he came back I was sitting forward just enough to take the beer with one hand then his hand with my other hand ushering him and giving little chance to resist and there he was sitting across my lap, his butt to the left side and his legs across mine, turned so he could look at me. I put my left arm around his waist and after I took a swig of my beer I put it down then placed my hand on his lap in a way that made it clear he was to stay. “so I’m your type huh?” I asked prompting him to speak after a few seconds of silence. The alcohol continued to keep him talkative and he said yes, that I remind him of his father and a gym teacher he liked. “oh really, your dad huh? You like the idea of your daddy having you”? Billy went red, and I reassured him it was quite normal for Gay boys to sometimes see their dad as sexy. “but I saw his cock once and its quiet small” he blurted out, “after that I didn’t really think like that about him again, I guess that’s why mine is so small too” “probably true son” I agreed “but that will make you a good bottom boy, would you like me to be your daddy?” Billy turned red and nodded yes. “If that’s true then there’s somethings you’ll need to do son… would you like to hear them?” This time he answered quite quickly and with conviction “yes sir”. I smiled and began the list, he is to call me daddy or sir. He is to do as he is told, he is to try hard to impress me, he is to learn to be the best bottom boy he can, he has to be excited by the idea of maybe getting daddies bug, he will learn to worship my cock just right, there are only two acceptable places for my cum, his mouth or ass, he is to never waste it,. Daddy makes the rules, and son tries hard to make daddy proud, and son will know he has succeeded when he has my seed in him. Son only has sex with daddy unless I say otherwise. In return my son will be taken care of, loved, kept safe and have a new family. “You’ll need to be tough enough to get through the pain of the first fuck. You’ll need to trust that daddy knows what is good for you”. I took another swig of beer… “now I gotta take a piss, you stand here and think about it a bit. If you get back in my lap when I get return, I’ll know you are interested in progression. I’m not interested in just a fuck, it’s all or nothing, understand?” Billy nodded, so I picked him up as I stood up and placed him to the side of my chair then headed to the bathroom. After I peed I grabbed a little kit from my room and brought it back with me. There he was waiting patiently for me and I knew I had him. I really hadn’t started the day or even the year thinking this is what I wanted… but I was damn pleased it was happening now. Sitting back down Billy was soon back in my lap this time one of his hands found its way inside my shirt and began to feel my hairy chest. “do you agree son?” “yes daddy” he said without hesitation and my cock jumped. My left hand slid up my new sons back drawing him close for our first kiss. He was a natural kisser and it went quickly from sweet to passionate with my tongue entering his lovely mouth. I let my right hand take his head and hold it to me as my left drifted down his back, fingers finding the waist of my shorts that were so loose on him, easily they got inside and I soon realised Billy had no underwear on. My fingers began to explore his beautiful bubble butt soon made him gasp as I grazed his virgin taint. Letting the kiss naturally end I stood him up in front of me and without words slowly stripped Billy naked without any resistance from him. Soon he was back in my lap. “you can undo the buttons on my shirt son” I instructed and he wasted no time doing so. “Now tell me on your own words what you need to do in order to become my son” Billy turned shy again, I squeezed him closer, and encouraged “you need to be able to tell your daddy son” I gave Billy a little swig from my beer and he finally found his voice. “I want to be your good boy, I want to do what you say, I want to lose my virginity to you, I want your bug, I want you to be my daddy and my family, I want to keep you satisfied daddy”. I smiled, this little Conservative Christian boy was a freak in the making, and I would make him. “OK son” I said looking at him, as I got my little bag and opened it up, showing him the lube, the pipe and the gear along with a lighter. “We’re going to start here. In a moment I’ll bring you in for a kiss and I’ll expect you to breath in what I exhale into your mouth, understand?” He nodded yes… “do you understand son?” I pushed for a proper answer. “yes sir daddy” I smiled taking the pipe, loading it and beginning to heat it, drawing a big deep breath. I put down the lighter and used that hand to draw my son in for a kiss, giving him his first taste of clouds by shot gun. After that I took a viagra from the bag and swallowed it with some beer, before repeating the puff. “this will help you to learn to service my cock properly” I explained, then repeated several times until I was sure he was feeling it and was relaxing. Then I stood him up and ushered him back to the bathroom. “but I’m already clean daddy” he said, and I told him I would teach him one more thing he must learn as a bottom… I put him in the shower, found the little attachment and gently inserted it in his little hole… “tell me when you feel full, then hold it in until you can get to the toilet son” I instructed and he did as he was told. I explained this was douching and he must do it thoroughly and regularly so that sex didn’t get too dirty. But I also explained that sometimes it will because I won’t wait and that won’t matter. He did as he was told and was soon clean and after drying him off I took him back to the living room where this time I sat him in my chair and stood on front of him. I then put my hands on his head and firmly guided his face to my package. He wasn’t sure what was happening and began to resist. “your training begins now son, I won’t hurt you, just teach you, don’t resist, that’s right put your face in there, inhale, smell the scent of your masculine daddy. You like it don’t you. Now put your right hand on it, start to massage it and tell me what you feel”. “I can feel your huge cock daddy, I can feel it growing, I feel strange, my mouth is watering, like I’m hungry, my eyes want to see it, my hand doesn’t want to stop touching it, I’m frightened and excited and your manly smell is sexiest thing I ever smelt” I smiled, this boy was a natural cock worshiping bottom slut, and he was about to get the best first cock he could possibly hope for. I instructed him to undo my belt, then undo the pants button, unzip, then slowly remove them to reveal my jock strap, barely containing my growing cock. He went to remove the jock but I batted his hand away “not yet son, first stand up and finish taking off my shirt”. When he was done with that I took his naked body against my big muscular hairy bear body and I kissed him. He was quickly learning and getting better to kiss, my hands reached down to cup his little ass and I held him so close that he could feel my cock pressing against him through the jock. Leaving him breathless I released him, and turned to sit in my chair, bringing him into my lap, where I got the pipe again and we took a few more huge drags, I was going to make sure he was very relaxed. As the clouds hit him he started to babble a little and I told him to be quiet and listen, that he would be told everything he needed to know as we went along. Putting some lube on my fingertips I took my hand down his back and once again found his crack, my slick fingers able to begin teasing and probing his little ass, making him moan a little and again confirming this boy was a cock worshiper waiting to be released. “tonight im going to teach you how to suck cock son, and if you do a good job, I’m then going to teach you how to be fucked. And if you’re very lucky boy, daddy will fill you with his seed, owning you, making you mine. Would you like that?” Billy nodded yes though he looked a little frightened, I slapped his thigh firmly with my free hand “would you like that boy?” I repeated firmly, he would be a good obedient boy if I was to have him and his training was starting. This time Billy said “yes sir daddy” I smiled and replied “good boy, you’re going to lose your family, then your virginity then learn how to please a man and get a new daddy all in one night. I know you’re a little frightened, but if you have the courage to get through a little discomfort you will love it and be proud of yourself in the end. That said, I’ll give you one last chance, get up and go to bed now, or stay and learn… think carefully, if you stay then you can’t choose to leave later, only I can tell you when we’re done.” Billy took a moment and I could see his fear try to convince him to run, and his good Christian upbringing also… but his lust, his desire to lose his virginity and his new found need to make his daddy happy won out and he decided to stay. I told him I was proud of him before kissing him again and giving him another puff. “now my gorgeous son, get on your knees on the carpet facing me and give me your right hand.” Once Billy was in position I put his hand on my jock and let him stroke it again, now almost completely hard I finally gave him permission to pull it down and reveal his prize, my 10” fuck stick. His eyes grew big and I heard him gasp as his mouth dropped open. Soon I had his little hands grasping my shaft feeling it grow to full erection, and I instructed him on the right firmness of grip, how to pull the foreskin back, how the head was extra sensitive because of it, and it was now time… “bring it to your mouth son, lick daddies cock… mmm good boy, you like the taste don’t you?” “yes sir” said my little fuck toy quickly and clearly… no question he was about to fall in love with my cock. “now open wide and start to suck it, be careful not to let your teeth graze it, that’s right… take it a little deeper, deeper, taste it, suck it like the best lollipop you ever had”. My hands went to the back of his head, intertwining with his hair, I started to firmly push him down. He was being too tentative and I wanted a proper cock sucker for my son, before long he was gagging and my strong hands were stopping him from escaping. Letting him up for air but not to get away, I looked in his eyes now wet from the tears of gagging “gagging on daddy cock makes your throat spasm and it feels good for daddy, you need to relax your throat and try to let daddy get into it. I know it’s big, but if you want to be my boy, you’ve got to try harder boy”. With that I shoved his head down onto my cock again, this time more roughly, with more force, enjoying his instant gag, finding the back of his throat with my cock head, and pushing even harder. I could feel he was close to letting me in, even as he struggled, so I pulled him up have him another huge puff of smoke carried him to my bed. Once there I lay him on his back with his head off the edge of the mattress. To his credit my new boy was completely compliant in his haze and his little 4 incher was rock hard and oozing… he was frightened but he liked it. Then I clipped his wrists and ankles to the straps on the side of my bed so he couldn’t escape and I came around standing over his head… “I want your virgin throat son” I stated forcefully as aimed my cock at his mouth and began to push it in. My son would have a throat pussy, and today was the day he’d get it. Using just the right angle, and insistent force I pushed, he gagged, I pushed again he gagged and I felt a little give, then I pushed a third time and pop, I was in the sheer tight silky heaven of boy throat feeling it pulse as he gagged and gagged. Pulling out to let him breath I immediately kissed him and said “Good boy, I’m so proud of you, you’re going to get really good at putting daddies cock on your throat, and giving me pleasure, you are very talented, you’re making me feel very lucky son” Out of no where Billy started to cry “my dad never said he was proud of me” he blurted out, not crying from his throat cherry being forcefully popped, but from receiving a compliment from his new dad that he’d always hoped for from his old dead beat one. Unbuckling my boy I picked him up and kissed him. “see your new family is going to be much better… all you have to do is follow your destiny to be daddies little cock worshiper” Back in my chair I once again stood Billy in front of me, I turned him to face away from me and bent him over to expose his sweet virgin cherry. My big hands grabbed his hips and pulled him back onto my face and began to lick and eat that perfect boy cunt with abandon. Billy was experiencing a new kind of heaven, all through his body were tingles of pleasure, anything frightening from minutes ago was washed away and now he was moaning, unable to control himself. Stopping for a second to lube a finger he was quick to beg me not to stop and I smirked, going back to licking and trying to introduce a finger. “relax son, don’t clench, it will only make it hurt, push out like you’re trying to poop… there you go” only an inch into his tight pucker I could hear my boy struggling with the pain and pleasure combo so I held still until I could feel him relax before pushing further and beginning to slowly give him his first finger fuck. Once I was sure he had relaxed, I removed my finger and again he complained of its absence as I got a decent shard of gear and returned my finger to his pucker with a little surprise. “it might burn a bit this time, but its OK, just relax” “yes sir” Billy answered just before I could feel his body and muscles begin to react within seconds the booty bump took and I could feel my boys asshole start to get hungry, almost pulling my finger in. I know many men would have loosened Billy with more fingers, but my husband had taught me he didn’t like fingers much preferred cock, and I had learned I love the feeling of a tight ass peeling back my foreskin as I entered it, so now was the time, I put plenty of lube on my pole and his ass, got in position and pulled him back, lowering his ass onto my spear, hitting his target directly, and the combination of his weight, his now hungry hole, and my firm hand soon had my head inside him. Billy froze, then tried to pull away, “fuck daddy it hurts!!” he cried. But my firm hands held him still, unable to pull off my cock. “breath son, it will pass, and it is better to keep the cock in you while it does. This pain will never be so bad again, it will get easier and easier, unless you pull away and we have to start again from scratch” Unable to see through the initial pain Billy tried to pull away but still I stopped him… and then I could feel his body relax, and his ass open up. Then his breathing settled and I knew it was time, Must keep up the pressure, I lowered him down another inch, and again he struggled… but the pain stopped now more quickly. And so it went push, pain, hold, relax, repeat. Soon enough though I was all the way in my son, his little ass stretched tightly around its first fuck pole, no virgin any more, and I was able to put my arms around my son, having him relax back onto my chest, sitting in my lap impaled on me. I kissed his neck and again told him I was proud. Now was time for the fucking to begin, so yet another puff for him, and a new rocking motion. If there is one thing I know its how to fuck, how to use my cock to pleasure a bottoms prostate, and soon enough Billy was starting to let things like “omg, yes, wow, it’s sooo good and please” slip from his mouth. He was through the hard part, now was the addictive part, the part that would have him become a total bottom boy cock slave, my boy slave son, the anal orgasm and my seed blasted deep. I wouldn’t let him touch his little cock as I fucked him, meaning all the pleasure he felt was the making of just my cock, and he was loving it, so was I, I love tight ass, hate fucking a loose jam jar of a hole, and this was the tightest hottest one ever. I focused on my task, getting the right rhythm and angle until the boys moans changed pitch and soon enough I saw his tiny pecker shoot string after string of boy batter across the room. The clenching of his orgasm on my cock was also enough to take me over the edge and I began to fill my new sons ass with its first balls deep, animalistic load of semen. He relaxed back onto me, our bodies sweaty and panting. I once again expressed my pride and my new son beamed. “you’re mine now son” I said and Billy quickly replied “thank you daddy” To be continued?

Yep, I have 3, actually. One is the older, heavier-gauge steel tubing "portable" sling & stand. One is in the playroom here, suspended from the ceiling, and the other is for outside, where a fuckbuddy and I built an outdoor wooden frame for a sling. I'd usually use the outside one for whoring out a Hole, so I wouldn't have to think about where guys were in my house. Occasionally I'd host larger events, and only invite guys I'd met, interacted with somewhat before, and then have the house open too. Of course, I never left the outside sling (all three are of fine-grade Leather) in place after the event - but I did buy one of these nylon-web, strapped "tailgate" contraptions for a small pickup truck, just for the visual impact. When the yard crews, other outside service providers were back there, they would a) nervously joke amongst themselves, or b) pretend they didn't see it, and once, a little queen on the tree-trimming crew actually laid back in it (fully clothed), and I chose option b. I seldom invited strangers into the playroom. The portable sling & stand was bought some years ago when I was still a snowbird - 6 mos in FL, 6 back North. It's really heavy (comes with it's own thick canvas bag) and currently resting comfortably in the garage. They're great for allowing the bottom to understand clearly - without anything being said at all - that he was going to get seriously fucked. I never did any kind of B/d or S/m scene without a prior negotiation, and in a public place. Slings are great, in that they can be adjusted quickly and easily to accommodate any type of "build", and can be controlled easily by the Top. They're great - and I hope you get the most out of yours. Cheers !!!

I got an anon confession to make. Forgive me bareback brothers for I have sinned. Earlier today, I walked in and fucked an anon bottom in a seedy motel...and faked my cumshot so I could leave and breed someone else 10 feet away. Yes, I'm not proud of it but there it is. Penance? He had messaged me the night before on Squirt with some stats and pics I have no resistance towards, i.e. what seemed to be, a straight dl masc musc hairy chested married guy with a beefy butt and thick thighs taking loads anon. This hits all of my weak points and it's just a free pass to by Squirt buddies list of grindr favorites. However, walking into the dimly lit (not dark as it should be :/) motel room, I was a little pissed because he clearly faked his pics and stats - even in the dim light, from his side profile, he looked nowhere like the image I had built up in my head. I have an overactive imagination and I was visualizing from his pics a 40s brown haired married dad that works a construction job, has football buds on the weekend to drink beer with and maybe coaches a hockey team or something, or y'know, whatever community type social thing closeted suburban straight dads do with their free time (in public anyway) in pleasantville. Importantly, the light vellous hair across his butt cheeks that I was looking forward to rubbing my face against while eating him out was SHAVED - my disappointment was visceral. Despite that, I considered that 1) it's not the first time I've been tricked, 2) it'd taken me 40 min to drive into the city after all and gas is fucking expensive. 3) I was horny, Prepped up and rdy to deposit some sperm in whatever willing man hole I could find in the middle of a work day 4) tbh, in an anon scenario under the righT conditions, I'll basically even fuck a small woodland creature (just hyperbole, not promoting beast stuff). So whatever, this fake fucker can have my load if he wants but it was def gonna be a rough selfish fuck with some good ol humiliation verbal mixed in, to sate my mean streak. This all passed through my mind in milliseconds as I walked in and looked around the dimly lit room but my attention was far more directed on the tall white 30s ginger hot nerd business casual guy that seemed to be the breeder scheduled before me. He was zipping up his dress pants and he was clearly packin, like third leg kinda packin. We made eye contact and I gave him the 'I want to fuck your brains out' stare. He grinned, groped my cock (unfortunately soft atm) and groaned, but to my disappointment said that he had to run. Oh well. C'est dommage. I was still by the door, my boots still on checking out ginger dude's snug butt in his dress pants as he was leaving and I barely even registered the anon faker btm unzipping my jeans and flipping out my cock to suck it. 'Is this even anon anymore?' I wondered, 'so much for ass up face down and no fucking face contact.' This wasn't married Pleasantville coach dad, this was a tired strung out whore who partied too much, lost a ton of muscle mass and neglected to look after his body. This is why traditional anon is superior - because reality is often a turn off. 'Get on the bed whore. Did that guy just shoot a load inside you?' I grunted. I honestly hate talking during anon sex or any sort of direct interaction - spoils the vibe for me and sometimes some guys' voices turn me off, especially if they sound female. I mean, I'm fine with fucking naturally fem acting and sounding guys but some guys proactively push toward an extreme feminine aesthetic and I find hearing an unnaturally high pitched valley girl accent when I'm ready for man sex a bit off putting (probably gonna get alot of backlash for saying that). 'Yes sir,' he replied as he got onto the bed and positioned himself face down ass up 'it was a big load too.' 'Mmmmmmm, score. Time for my consolation prize.' I thought as I started eating out his hole and tasting ginger business casual guy's fresh warm cum. Fucking love being piggy like this, especially when I can remember the guy's features and imagine connecting him with the cum load I was licking out greedily, which was kinda like slightly salty aloe vera with an ass smell. I noticed that the hole, aside from being sloppy, was noticeably loose and some rosebudding happening but didn't think anything of it. Done with felching out whatever cum I could, I slapped his butt, got up and pushed his shoulders down, moved up closer and with one knee bent, aimed my cock head straight into his hole. I immediately noticed it. His hole was so loose there was virtually no resistance going in. It also felt wet and just voluminous. I didn't like it. I thought to myself irritatedly, 'this motherfucker not only fakes me out, he's not even gonna clench'. I thought anon cumdumps acquire the skill automatically at an early level without having to grind too much experience but I guess some missed it. His hole was so loose I couldn't cum. Took a hit of poppers but the bloodrush didn't amount to much with the stimulation of my cock being just clearly inadequate. To be fair, it might not be faker anon btm's fault; perhaps he had an injury or something; or ginger business casual dude irreversibly stretched out his ass muscles like the waistband of old boxer briefs where they just hang off and have lost any elastic hugging ability. I will admit, I could have forced a breeding if I really wanted to by jerking off with my hand then popping back inside, but I think, as guys who top grow older, at least for me, you can't help but be a bit more selfish and selective about your first breeding of the day, especially if you save up a bit, because subsequent cumshots just don't feel as good and compared to the primal rut of the first nut, you're just not into it as much. I also could have just said that I'm not feeling it and left but maybe it was the way things progressed non-anon style but I now felt a social expectation to deliver, and resolve things so to speak, much to my chagrin. I feel like I broke the bbbh rules or something but I might as well have been fucking warm dilute pudding with my dick; I could almost hear my dick frantically crying out for a tighter grip or there will be mutiny, the flaccid kind. Honestly, at that point, I was in asshole mode and hatefucking the bottom roughly hoping to trigger some sort of sphincter closing, but no luck, just pudding. I thought to myself 'Fuck this' then went on Grindr while fucking him and noticed a tap by a guy 30 feet away, maybe a motel employee or another guest. Blond, hairy, otter in his 30s, Viking-like but more lanky, and had an easy going, casual stoner vibe. Fuck yeah, I wanted to be inside his hole, instead of this glutinous pudding, and I wanted my swimmers inside him trying their hardest to impregnate his Viking-like anal cavity. While fucking, unbeknownst to the unresponsive bottom, I texted: Me: Hey. Want a load? <sent face pic> Him: You're hot man! Yah, but no time. Just on my lunch break. Me: Make some time. I'm in the parking lot of ***. Meet me by my car *** in 5min Him: Got a nice cock? Me: 6.5uc <2 cock pics sent> Him: Fuck nice. Ok, I can only blow you though, not rdy for anal. Meet me in the backseat of your car and I'll blow you there. Me: All good. 5 min. 'Alright, time to finish up here.' I thought as I looked down at the btm with all the resentment that had been building up from him faking his stats/pics, fucking up the anon scenario and not clenching. To be honest, I'm really not this kind of guy 99% of the time - not into inflicting pain or being hurtful or being so extremely dom to the point of degrading my partner's self worth. But, I was in a mood today, that's for sure, (like how you might see guys in the marines 'flip the switch' and go all hardcore and intense) and for whatever reason, I vented my anger with the full intention of going full steam ahead with this asshole dom top persona I found myself channeling. I took a quick vid of me hate fucking the btm to send to my friend despite the bad lighting (wish Android had night vision so I could capture my anon fucks in the dark), just as another thing I felt to be in-keeping with the momentum of my disdain. I then grunted, 'gonna cum' then pretended to shoot five heavy cum shots with Oscar-level acting skills, or whatever the porn version is, accentuated by five heavy thrusts into him as he moaned and tried to pull my hips in deeper. I sighed, pulled out, quickly started putting on my clothes eager to be done with this charade, responded politely with a thank you then headed out, my cum still deep in my balls. When lanky Viking-like dude arrived, I wasn't waiting in the backseat of my car to his surprise. I was leaning against it watching him because I know I look more imposing when standing with my pecs and shoulders poppin - you see, I needed the bonus points to my charisma stats because I had no intention of getting just a blowjob, of course, I planned on breeding his hole. Plus, I was still in asshole mode and my subconscious was already planning out a forceful entry scene as a last resort (just wordplay, I don't condone rape). I nodded toward a small alleyway crevice towards the back of the motel that was kinda secluded. I had pissed earlier in a corner of this crevice while waiting for compact Viking-like dude to show up and thought to myself, yes, this sketchy crevice suits my sketchy mood. Coincidentally it was right beside the back window of the room I just left - curtains were drawn though, understandably. I could see the hesitation and uncertainty in his face, but lust won over and he nodded. Got him! I leaned against the alleyway wall and pulled out my cock. I made sure it was hard and the head was purple and swollen before he came. You see, I think a hard cock has a hypnotic effect. If this little blonde fish wasn't fully reeled in, sight of a hard cock is the net to snag him. Sure enough, I watch his eyes travel down, not a second before he's on his knees an away he goes; I watch as he worships my cock, licking and slobbering over it, and I wonder if he can taste anon bottom's ass juice or any of ginger business casual's leftover cum. I leaned my head back against the alley wall, eyes closed as I took a moment to savor the moment, the adrenaline rush of being possibly watched by motel guests from their rooms, of being possibly caught by motel workers or random people passersby if they looked toward the crevice at a certain angle. I took a deep breath smelling the acrid stench of my hot piss in the corner of the crevice, my own personal bit of aesthetic to this grubby little crevice, and enjoying the feeling of his warm lips bobbing up and down my shaft. I luxuriated in that decadent feeling of depravity as it washed over me and let it inspire a primal sort of lust from the dirty, stinking sketchiness of this alleyway crevice. It made me want to rut, like animals in heat, like alleyway dogs that unhesitatingly give into instinct to mate on the filthy ground. Dirty, sordid, disgusting, debased and fucking glorious. I pulled up lanky Viking dude, kissed him deeply savoring the swap of our spit, removed our shirts, then moved behind him and pressed him firmly face first toward the alley wall. He was looking nervous as he sensed me move toward a kneeling squat to eat his hole out. 'Stop, no, it's dirty' he said nervously while clenching his ass cheeks. 'Just relax,' I replied in a soothing tone, such as one might use to soothe a skittish horse, 'it's ok, just trust me. It doesn't bother me. I want to eat your hole out. Just relax and let me in. It'll be fine.' And he did. He released and I went straight in with my tongue as turgid and as pointed as I could make it. I don't think he expected the sudden intrusion but I was persistent and pigged out on that hole. I fucking love the smell of man sweat and ass. It's so raw and intimate. Breathing deep, I could smell the healthy masculine sweat of a honest hardworking man along with a ripe musky aroma that is just a completely raw and honest manifestation of his maleness, and also, along with this aroma is the knowledge that it is a deeply personal zone of his that is kept private usually but is now the target of your exploration and ravaging in the most carnal sense. Then I stealthily and quick stuck my index finger deep inside him and he panicked. Although I hate fingering, I think inserting a finger is probably the most psychologically effective strategy for swaying a butt-fuck hesitant bottom. I think implicitly, it sends a message that you've just intruded into his territory, it's done and penetration has happened in this small degree, so from now on, because there's this precedent of invasion, it's easier to tease toward butt fucking because the groundwork has already been laid. Of course, for cock hungry sub bottoms, like I suspected lanky Viking dude to be, this just speeds things up, basically prompting a thought like 'Oh fuck, well, we've reached this far. Might as well conveniently forget my reservations on mess and just go with the flow. I really do want his cock inside me after all.' I kept my finger in and gently but forcefully stopped him from moving by pressing his back against the wall. I held position until he relaxed and then I leaned in and pulled his face to me and kissed him deeply with my finger immobile but still deep inside. As I felt him melt into me, I removed my finger and replaced it with my cock head wedged right at his opening. I believe in open and straightforward communication so I told him matter of factly in a whisper 'I want to breed you. I don't care if there's a mess and I've got paper towels in the car if you need to cleanup before going back to work.' He didn't reply but I could feel him pushing back onto my cock. I understood that to be a green light, pushed into him and gave into the asshole dom top mood that had been waiting on the sidelines. Oh god, his ass felt amazing, warm and tight and dare I say, almost virginal, though he probably had to be a far cry from that for him to find himself slutting it up like an animal in a disgusting alleyway being bred by a stranger in the most disgusting and demeaning way. It wasn't my proudest top moment tbh, I fucked him selfishly, quickly and urgently. It was painful for him, I didn't use lube and I don't think my rimming lubricated him enough. Still, I was an asshole and persisted with fucking, soft whimpers and groans falling on ears deaf with lust. The standing angle was awkward to fuck his hole so I grabbed his hair, pushed his head down and bent him over forcefully to get my thrusts in deeply. At some point I realized that my pounding was pushing us both out of hiding from the corner. Perhaps I went too far with this, but caught up in the moment and my liking for risk, I pushed him out into full view of the parking lot, naked, head held bent over with me fucking him bare. There were people in sight, none aware of what we were doing, yet. He was still bent over face down and I don't think he realized that he was in public view and that he'd been roped into my perverted exhibitionist fantasy. There was a low metal railing nearby that I inched us towards and bent him over. This was a good position, he felt tight and I could feel myself getting ready to cum. I gave him a heads up that I was gonna cum soon and, in a moment of twisted inspiration, I grabbed his hair and yanked his face up so he could see that he was in full view of the open parking lot. When I yanked him up, I felt him tense up, perhaps in fright at this public indecency. His tensening of his body also tightened the grip on my cock and it pushed me over the edge. I growled 'I'm cumming. Oh fuck oh fuck.' and started shooting my load into him. It felt so good holding him tight as I spasmed and couldn't help but think to myself 'Holy shit. Fucking worth it'. I could feel the warmth of his body, his breathing and could hear him mutter softly 'oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck' repeatedly. Looking down, I realized that he had shot his load from tugging his cock at some point, leaving thick splatters of white cum spread against the pavement and railing, tantalizing gobs that I would have been tempted to lick up before cumming but now restrained by reservations of germs, hygiene and a gradual mental reboot of socially accepted behavior. For a few intimate seconds, I held him tight, his back pressed into my chest, skin against skin, without letting him budge, my cock still impaling him and his cock still completely exposed to the parking lot and street. I'm sure he could feel my heart beat rapidly (yes, my cardio is absolute shit) against his back from that workout as I savored the post coitus sense of relief, which quickly turned into alarm, as a passing Ford F150 blared its horns repeatedly, honking loud attention catching blasts, presumably at us, in a rhythm that seemed taunting and high spirited. With its windows down, I could see three college looking kids laughing and whooping, as I pulled my cock out, released my grip and we beelined it back to the alleyway crevice while we both pulled our jeans and underwear up to quickly cover our cocks. Lanky viking dude didn't stop running. I watched as he booked it around the entire back alleyway before emerging on the far side of the parking lot, clothes back on and walking quickly. As I quickly got into my car and started it up, I had a thought of 'oh shit, what the fuck did I just do', you could have been arrested or fined for public indecency/exposure, you're lucky no one called the cops. Exiting the parking lot, I nodded to him in passing but was ignored. He's blocked me on grindr since. I do regret it, and I'm probably a monster to him, but I can't help but be turned on by the memory flashes of rawdogging his tight dirty hole and breeding him in the middle of the day while exposed in a parking lot, a situation that snowballed from my irritation at an anon btm who doesn't clench and who I pretended to cum inside.

I love sling sex. I like how you become an offering or prey. Strapped in and geared up and there for use. I was pozzed in a sling. Dispensed of my everyday look, rubbered up in a fucksuit and used and eventually converted. It felt like a ritual.

@iman2004Haha, we're on the samd wavelength. I was thinking that exact thing a while ago but then I realized that the target market is basically only gay cumdumps and I dont think there are enough to have a working business model though. Maybe bathhouses could be an option to rent venue space and maybe a staff member to manage things but wouldnt be surprised if it ended up being more complicated with business policies and such

Hey Woodrow82, I wrote the ‘Certainly more’ comment before I read your explanatory notes, and I fully understand that you have to be in the headspace in order to produce writing of this quality. I applaud your decision not to continue and attempt to produce something that you feel will not be adequate, and I thank you for your courtesy in informing your readership of its status and the background to that decision.

I love it when a guy says “open your mouth faggot” and jerk off into my mouth so them and whoever is watching gets to see it shooting in my cocksucker plus I get some on my slutty face, but I also love it when they shove their entire cock down my throat and cum directly into my throat.

The sling is one of the best sexual inventions ever made. And it is the best investment I ever made. In fact I have two in my playroom. I’ve also bought a portable stand, so I can travel with mine. Whether going over to a friend’s house, or renting a cheap sleazy motel room for the weekend…my sling has been used often outside the home. I’ve had a very sturdy canvas bag made that I even have a check through the airlines a couple of times when going to large events. You never will regret having bought one. And your bottoms will appreciate you for it!

yeah it was ...getting to love anon cock ...always love a daddy bear ...glad you approve 😉

THE CHEATING BREED I had only just taken a load off a horny Indian lad when a 26 yr old messaged to say he was close and needed to dump a load. When I told him I’d just taken a load he was def up for sloppy seconds. Apparently he had just dropped his bf off for an eye test, so didn’t have long. It had to be quick, anon and totally discrete. Sure enough, less than 10 mins later he was stood behind me. I heard him unzip then felt his semi 8 inches slap against my ass. He took my poppers off me and took a couple of hits. Then he was pushed up against my hole, another hit, and he was in. He didn’t waste any time in giving me a good hard pounding. It was clear he needed to dump a load and the clock was ticking. His forceful thrusts were constant and perfectly timed. He pounded like a machine and only paused to take another popper hit. He was working any frustrations he had out inside my cunt. His speed picked up and it was clear he was close and then came the release. Some extra hard thrusts has him dumping his load inside me and I felt his hot spunk unload. He finished off with a few gentle final thrusts and he was done. He added, ‘BIG SLUT’ to my already tagged ass and left as he headed back to collect his boyfriend!

I’ll expand on that now - considerate, toxic and sleazy 😈 I need a Greg in my life!

4. Member of the Team I woke up naked covered in mud with a mouth that tasted like a sick raccoon had thrown up in it. My head felt kicked in by a moose. After the automated sprinklers went on way before dawn, I had been feverishly hot but the wetness and cold made me stir. I had no idea where I was. It was still dark. I heard hissing like snakes around me, then water gushed periodically over my skin. It took a couple of good drenches to motivate me get moving. It was a struggle, I got to tell you, just to get on my hands and knees. One palm on the ground, rest; one bent knee, rest; another palm on the ground—rising up was obviously going to take a while. By the time I got on all fours, I had pieced together enough flashes of the previous evening to realize there was a narrative, if I followed it, which led to me struggling to crawl out of the bushes, being soaked by a cold spray, and caked in mud. I had been fucked for the first time in my life. That part was now clear. I remembered it was by my hot roommate, who I subsequently fisted and jerked off in his ass. This was also a premiere event. I was in back of the library, but looking around, saw no sign of said hot roommate, good ol' fist and cock taker, Drake Chadwick. Pulling on clothes over a muddy body has got to be one of the most uncomfortable feelings in the world, but I’m not about to cross campus naked, so I suck it up and get back to the dorm uncomfortably but uneventfully. A Goth girl has done an all-nighter at the reception desk, and she wants to look at me as much as I want to be looked at. I slip up to my room, find it’s empty, and bring a towel to the group showers. I spend ten minutes just letting the warm spray wash over my head. When I get back to the room it’s still dark outside, and I lay on my bed, I swear, for two seconds, and instantly my alarm screams at me with the blinding sun shining through the open window. Still no beefcake Drake. Somehow I make it to the pool by seven a.m. For everyone but me this is first practice for the water polo team. Since I missed the tryouts, this is, by default, my tryout. I gotta admit to you, swimming’s my thing. I don’t know water polo from horsey polo. But it’s in a swimming pool, so how hard can it be. I’m wearing the Levi cutoffs from home, which is the only swimsuit I own. I stand out from the rest of the team like some Okie cousin. Everyone's in identical red speedos, and everyone’s trying to avoid eye contact, which makes me even more self-conscious. Of course it’s Reznor, with his scruffy chin beard, who’s the first one to shout out to me in his Foghorn Leghorn drawl, “Nice shorts, Daisy Mae,” which makes several of his blond boys snicker. The best I can do with my cobweb-for-a-brain is to flip him the bird. Great come back, yeah, I know. There’s an earsplitting whistle bouncing off all the white tiles. Coach Brandon descends stairs from his office on the floor above like a Greek god coming to earth from Mouth Olympus. He’s wearing white shorts, white sneakers and a clingy red tank top, which only accentuates his bronze body reflected in the glassy pool. I’m sure I’m not the only one who thinks this way. Drake, in his red speedo, follows closely down the stairs. His cheeks are even more flushed than yesterday when I first met him jacking off in our dorm room. I recognize most everyone around the pool, but there are six older guys hanging out together. I figure they’re the ones that live in one of the townhouses. They’re older—only guys that are juniors and seniors get to live in the townhouses. I’ll leave out the commentary, but they’re six of the hottest bodies I’ve ever seen. All perfect V-shapes, six foot and up range, with lat spans like eagle's wings; a half dozen perfect specimens of the male form in every skin tone the good Creator blessed us with. “Break into groups of four,” coach says. “Townhouse, split three and three. Hannigan and Fernandez, you’ll relay first and again fourth. Freestyle up and back, and make sure your team touches the wall.” The townhouse guys form two groups in lane one and two. Paxton the stutterer, wee Tommy (who looks like he's been up all night and has a happy smile plastered on his face), Rafiki and I line up in lane three. Dick-face Reznor, Steve Reynold (who also looks a little out of it, but, man, what a Gluteus to the Maximus the boy has), the towering van den Haus, and beefcake Drake form a line in lane four. I glance over at my roommate, but he’s busy studying Haus’ acned back. Still won't make eye contact. Whatever. Coach gives out a shrill whistle again and Hannigan, Fernandez, Paxton, and Reznor dive in and crawl like madmen up the twenty-five yards to the end, submerge, twist and propel themselves off the far wall. They’re coming back, my boy Paxton’s ahead, with the two older guys in lanes one and two in hot pursuit, with Raznor’s bringing up the rear. Dip-shit is as slow as he is obnoxious. Paxton taps the wall and little Tommy does a giant leap over him and is in the lead for most of the first half, but two of the older boys from the townhouse catch up to him on the turnaround, and iron butt Steve Reynolds makes a huge effort and passes Tommy right before they touch the wall. The two swimmers from the townhouse were initially breaking away, but Raf’s large hands are making up some of the difference and shrinking their leads. House, by far the biggest guy on the team, is surprisingly fast. His shoulders roll powerfully; his traps bulge, flexing amazingly with each stroke. Both House and Raf tie with the older guys in the flip turn, and all four are neck-and-neck coming up to the wall. Hannigan and Fernandez are still catching their wind from their first effort, while Drake and I get ready for our teammates to tap the wall. They simultaneously tap, and the four of us dive roughly at the same time. I’m swimming like crazy, making a big splashy mess, and I see Drake is about even with me on my right. I give it my all and am gaining ahead of Drake but not the older guys. Then on the flip turn (which you have to realize this is another of my firsts in the past eight hours), I kick against the wall as hard as I can and feel, I know it’s nuts, a little of Drake cum squirt out my non-virgin butthole. My head’s pivoting both ways to see if I’m ahead of Drake and the townhouse boys—and I’m in the lead! My lungs burn, but my adrenaline is propelling me like a torpedo, and I see the pool’s wall in sight. As I make the tap, coach blows the whistle and I realize our team wins. Yay me! Yay lane three! But before I can celebrate with my fellow lane-mates, coach says, “Okay, again.” By the fourth time we’ve gone through these relays, most of the underclassmen, including me, are ready for the showers. Our lane has won three of the four trials and I’d like to end feeling good about my first day at practice, to be told how good I did and, yes, I’m on the team, but coach says to split into two-man groups. I look over at Drake and he finds his toes are more interesting than meeting my eye. Raf slaps my shoulder and he and I line up in lane six. (Now, if you’ve been doing the math, you’d know there are fourteen of us—for those on their phones in the back of the class: eight underclassmen, six upperclassmen—and yes, this will be on the final.) We break up in our pairs and take up seven of the eight lanes. Raf gets in front of me, and we go through backstroke, breaststroke, butterfly, and then freestyle. I’m exhausted but Raf and I do a decent job, taking at least second or third and one time first in all four of the events. Pube-face Raznor swallows a bunch of pool water on his last crawl and hurls some of it back into the pool filter. “C-c-classy,” says Kenworth Paxton, his cheek scars folding into his smile. Coach’s whistle shrieks a final time. He makes a final note on his clipboard, and fans the clipboard toward the showers. I follow Raf into the locker room and he introduces me to the townhouse guys. Their six names I immediately forget mostly because I’m trying not to stare—there’s a lot of flesh packed into those speedos. It strikes me how the townhouse guy’s packages are fully stuffed while all the underclassmen I met at dinner last night (except Raf, our dorm’s Resident Assistant, who I remember is a junior) seem to have crotches as flat as Ken dolls. Now that I’m looking at them, more like Barbies. Hannigan and Fernandez—their names I do recall—flank me as we walk through the rows of lockers. Hannigan tells me they’re co-captains and boyfriends. I’m sure their names will now stick. “You’re fast,” Hannigan says, “but you can’t keep twisting your head back and forth like you do.” “Control that,” Fernandez adds, encouragingly, “you’ll get more speed. But you looked good out there.” He smacks my wet Levis, and I know I’m grinning like a goon. They strip off their suit and Hannigan's got a massive Irish sausage surrounded by fiery red pubes, and Fernandez slides off his speedo and sports, not just a beautiful, meaty burrito, but the thickest black bush I’ve ever seen. It’s amazingly how he’s cropped it right to the edge of his speedo. The four other townhouse guys pass by clapping my shoulders and one smacks my butt—this hottie with a G.I. Joe jaw—welcoming me on board. At their lockers they all reveal an assortment of fat cocks, long cocks, cut and uncut. You gotta remember, at the lake back home, all I ever seen are old guys’ fifty- and sixty-year-old wieners, so taking in these young studs, it’s all I can do to not pop a boner in my fraying cutoffs—but then I freeze. What stops me mid-unbuttoning is seeing all the underclassmen, all those guys at last night’s dinner—stuttering Paxton, little Tommy, giant House, dick-face Raznor, bowling ball butt Steve Reynolds, even beefcake Drake—slowly peel off their swim suits, and every single one of them displays a shriveled cock compressed tightly inside a metal chastity cage. Just as I’m pulling down my Levis, the coach appears and says, “Dupree, my office.” Just a second ago there was a solemn droopiness hanging over the underclassmen. Suddenly, with those three words from the coach, the whole damn team turns into hooting and hollering idiots. I feel my cheeks burn without knowing why. Drake is barking and howling the loudest of all, the first time he’s looked at me all morning. He’s got a vengeful look in his eye that I totally don’t get. “Dupree. Now,” goes the coach. The two additional words makes the locker room explode into a bench-stomping, locker-banging, towel-snapping madhouse. I ascend away from the racket, looking back at the team with growing unease. *** Apparently Coach Brandon shares his office with Coach Rocco. Anyway, that’s what the name plate on the desk kitty-corner to the coach’s desk reads. The guy’s sitting there, hairy legs up on his desk reading a magazine. He glances up when Coach Brandon and I come in. There’s all these photos of the soccer team in action on the wall behind him. Extra points if you guessed he’s the soccer coach. The guy’s more compact than Brandon, handsome in a smarmy, Mafioso kind of way. The legs of his blue gym shorts are loose and it’s very apparent, to me anyway, the guy’s forgotten to wear anything under them—yep, there’s his big Mafioso pecker—which is A-Okay with me. His dark eyes see what I’m looking at. The black brows scowl in disapproval but he also makes no adjustment to cover his wang—again, fine by me. His jet black hair is slicked straight back, and he’s got a heavy five-o’clock shadow even though it’s barely nine. I say hey. He says nothing. Nice guy. Remind me not to sign up for the soccer team. “How’d he do?” Coach Rocco goes. Seems like a real asshole if you want to know the truth. I’m mean, I’m right in the room for Christ sakes. Who does that? Coach perches on the edge of his desk, and motions for me to take the metal chair by the door. I guess I’m gonna be here for a while. I’m still wet and the chair’s cold, but I’m not going to wuss out, so I just sit and look around the room. Next to my chair is an examination table with back rest bent at a forty-five degree angle. Probably in case of sport injuries, I reckon. Behind the coach in his corner there’s a fish tank humming away; Rocco’s corner has a lit up terrarium. A brilliant red fish swims around the aquarium, and in the rocks at the bottom, peaking out, looks like there’s an eel. Rocco’s terrarium has some kind of frog sitting in a pan of water and a large striped snake draped over some fake tree branches. Couple of animal lovers, I’m thinking. “He did okay. He’s gonna need training, though,” coach says to Rocco. I just love being talked about in third person. I feel it’s my duty to give a short lecture on gender binary assumptions, but Rocco’s eyebrows tell me that this isn’t the audience for it. “A lot of training,” coach goes on to Rocco. “But the talent’s there. Wing man, I’m thinking, to start. We’ll see how he does. Might be a good hole, who knows.” Rocco hisses a laugh. Should I be aware of a double entendre in sport-speak? I’m sure I’m just being paranoid because Rocco’s eyes grow bored and they travel back to the Sports Illustrated he’s holding. “You’ll need a lot more discipline, too, son, but we’ll cover that soon enough.” Coach takes an uncomfortably long beat checking me out before he moves to his aquarium. He picks up a can of fish pellets from his desk and knocks some flakes into the water. The red fish jumps on them. “You’re a water mammal, comfortable in the water. Grew up beaver or otter country, all those Vermont rivers and ponds, eh?” “Yep.” Don’t know where he’s going with this but I’m inclined to believe he’s saying I made the team. Just have to make it through some team philosophical tenets, is my guess. “Yeah, I definitely see that in you.” Coach goes to a cabinet, unlocks it, and takes out a glass jar of what look like creepy, squirmy pink worms. He uncaps the lid, draws out a worm and drops it in the tank. The eel shoots straight by the startled fish, and gobbles the worm furiously in a couple of chomps. Ick. “But first I need you to decide something. You can stay with your warm-blooded mammal roots—and that’s perfectly okay if you do. Dolphins are warm blooded mammals after all. Very team oriented, and smart as heck. But the team can always use a cold-blooded shark. No need to decide here and now. Just think about it. Either way, though, first step is to make you a sea creature. We need to lose all this mammal hair. I’m sure you saw no one on the team has a follicle on their body. Up here,” he points to the sparse hair coating my chest, then lower. “And down there. You okay with that?” “You want I should shave it?” “I’m sure you’ve noticed all the swimmers at the Olympics are all smooth.” “His armpits too,” Rocco pipes up behind his magazine. “Armpits, too,” agrees Brandon. “Yeah,” I say. “I can do it tonight.” “No. We do it now. If that’s all right with you. Waxing is much better than a razor.” He tosses me a red speedo. “Slip those on. You’re a creature of the sea from now on. Got it?” “Creature of the sea. Got it, coach.” It’s probably a stupid question, but sometimes I’m slow to catch on to things. “So does that mean I’m on the team?” I like to clarify. Sometimes more than once. “Almost. Couple of indoctrinations that we can take care of right here, right now, and then you’ll be fully pledged.” Should I be nervous that he’s slipping on a blue latex glove? Maybe it’s for reasons of hygiene I tell myself. “You make it sound like I’m joining a fraternity, coach.” Rocco looks up as I slip off my cutoffs and pull up the team’s red speedo. I make sure I pull on my member to plump it up, for Rocco’s benefit, before tucking it in place. “I’d call it more like a brotherhood, son.” Coach Brandon lights a white candle and rotates it around watching the wax melts. “Same tradition that the soccer team has, right Coach Rocco?” “Same traditions, Coach Brandon.” “Now, up on the table on your back, Dupree.” I climb on the cold metal table and lie back. Rocco looks up, grabs his water bottle and watches what the coach and I are up to. Coach swirls the melting wax around and sets the candle on the exam table. Then he does the craziest thing: he sticks his hand into the terrarium and pulls out the frog—or toad—or whatever. I’m not a biology major. “So, this is Benjie, the team’s mascot. He’s a transfer toad from Arizona’s Sonoran Desert. This is Kyle Dupree, Benjie.” Coach holds the thing in his palm and—hand to God—the toad croaks in my face like he’s saying hello. “Tradition is all new players give Benjie a lick for good luck, isn’t that right Coach Rocco?” “It’s tradition, Coach Brandon,” he says behind his magazine. “Not one athlete’s ever decline.” “Yeah,” I say, climbing off the table, “well you just found your first one declining.” Coach Brandon puts a hand on my chest and goddamn if he doesn’t flick his tongue over the toad’s back. “See. Tastes like chicken,” he laughs. Rocco comes up in back of Brandon, puts a hand on coach’s shoulder, and also darts his tongue across the mascot. “Mm-mm. Tasty toady,” he jokes, displaying all his pearly teeth. “Every one of my boys have done it, same as all of Coach Brandon’s. C’mon, Dupree. You a pussy?” One thing about me is don’t dare me something. So I frown, then, ready to be disgusted, stick out my tongue. Coach Brandon flips Benjie over and smashes the toad’s back across my tongue while squeezing it. All its little warts pop juice into my mouth. It’s disgusting, worse that I imagined—so goddamn nasty! Like licking a chalkboard eraser that’s soaked in a urinal. A rancid, gritty slime coats my mouth. Rocco hands me his water bottle and I swig back a ton, which only washes the nauseating pustules into my stomach. The gross taste fills my stomach, and after about half a minute a feeling builds like I’m going to puke. Coach’s putting Benjie back in his terrarium, while Coach Rocco reads my face and quickly grabs the waste basket. Just in time he puts it under my chin and I hurl last night’s burgers and curly fries. I’m feel waves of nausea roiling inside my guts. I don’t thinking I’m done puking. I hope the coaches are prepared because I’m not a quiet puker. I’m dizzy and reach out a hand to Coach Rocco to steady myself. My second round ralphing is twice as violent and three times as loud as the first. I think I even hear some sympathetic groans from the team downstairs. Coach Rocco rubs my back. “It’ll pass, buddy,” he says. “Just hang in there.” When I look at him again, there’s something in his dark brown eyes that looks incredibly sympathetic. I don’t think I saw that before. When I retch a third time, a little less violently this time, into his metal trashcan, afterward I see a goddamn aura of goodness shimmering around him. My hero with a bronze bucket of puke! And when I look at Coach Brandon I see the same care and concern and—for Christ sakes!—honest to God, I see actual loving hearts pouring out the coach’s eyes, like little heart icons floating up the screen on an app. This vision feels so intense. Everywhere I look is the most wonderful sight. The whole office is the most loving, the most fantastic office in the world. If heaven was an office, this would be God’s office. I can’t get these thoughts out of my head: Jesus would be the receptionist outside; they’re would be a typing pool of angels in row after row. The pencils on the desk are the most perfect pencils God’s ever created. I gasp! That red fish is the most awesome red fish in the entire world, and I’m the one looking right at it and it’s looking back at me. It’s the red fish of perfection! “Lie back, son. Just enjoy what you’re feeling. And, while you’re enjoying it,” Coach Brandon says, running a hand up and down my body—God it feel good, “let’s relieve you of this animal hair. Set free the beautiful sea creature inside you.” Is he really saying corny stuff like this? Does it matter? All that matters is his hand running over my body. As I lie back feeling I feel all the love of the universe, all at the same time, in every inch of me. I watch the coach aim his beautiful white candle over my abdomen and lets the liquid flow out. It stings as it hits the skin above my bellybutton, and he smears it around with a flat wooden stick—but I don’t mind the pain. Pain is pleasure says the coach, and I believe whatever coach says. Either coach for that matter. Immediately, he applies a cloth swatch over the drying wax, waits a few seconds, then rips it off, pulling with it a rectangle of belly hair. “Yow!” I place a hand over the now-smooth skin. “Shit, coach. That hurts,” I say, stupidly grinning. “Exactly,” he says, with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. Rocco coughs a laugh and pulls off my speedo. I’m loving it, every second. I take Rocco’s hairy paw and run it over my hardening cock. “So I don’t abuse you more than necessary, let’s use clippers to trim you,” says Coach Brandon. From his drawer he brings out barber clippers, snaps it on. He buzzes over the sparse hair on my chest, my arms, my legs, but he really goes to town on my crotch. Bunches of curly brown pubes he pulls out of the clipper blades. The vibration feels so good, I start trying to hump the clippers with my pelvis, which amuses manly Rocco. Rocco distracts me by twisting my very sensitive nipples. With Coach Brandon satisfied he’s buzzed away enough of my body hair, he’s back with the hot wax. He drips over my short crotch curlies and he pushes it around with the wooden stick. He applies the rectangle swath and zips it off. “Youch!” I feel half my pubic bone is smooth as a baby’s butt. He does this several more time, none of which hurts any less. In fact, the more he does it the more it hurts and the redder my skin gets. He feels his work running his hand over my bare crotch while avoiding my cock, but it doesn’t matter. It’s hard all by itself. Then coach drips wax over my balls. I let out a squelched yelp as Rocco bends down and plants his wet mouth on mine. Brandon rips off the wax from each ball, rubs each one with his thumb, and squeezes my entire sack to make sure all the hair is gone. I lose track of time as he rips off every follicle from my body. “I need you to flip around, son.” He lowers the back rest so the tables perfectly flat. I’ve got a stiffy, but lay on my belly anyway pressing it into the cold metal. “I need you to spread your legs. A little wider.” I comply, as he pulls down my balls so their exposed. I know this is going to hurt but Rocco’s massaging my shoulders so I don’t care. If it hurts all the better as long as Rocco’s there. “Rocco,” I say with my face smashed on the exam table. “I’m so fucking high, Rocco. Rocco? I think I love you. And Coach Brandon, too. And I love all my teammates. Even ol’ pube chin Reznor.” Rocco chuckles, still kneading my shoulder blades. “That’s Benjie, our magical bufo toad talking. Do you know what a bufo toad is?” I try shaking my head but am enjoying Rocco’s touch so much I can’t move. “A bufo toad has venom that’s an extremely potent psychedelic. Even the little taste I got gives me a buzz. Nothing like the amount you got though, buddy, but I’m with you, man. I love you, too. And I love the coach. And we love you.” “You do?” When the wax hits the taint between my balls and asshole, I don’t know if the hot wax hurts more or coach ripping off the wax hurts more. Let’s call it a tie. As a consolation prize, Rocco grabs my hand and puts it down his shorts. I eagerly grab his thick member and start stroking him. I’m tripping so hard on how good his cock feels. The more I stroke him the more he likes it. Sex is the most magically thing in the universe! Coach Brandon’s busy pulling open my butt cheeks, first one side, then the other, and waxing them. Each time the hot wax is getting closer to my hole. Ripping the wax off isn’t too bad here since I’m not that hairy around my hole. But the moment he drips the burning wax directly on my anus, I yowl while at the same time Roscoe groans as I crush his cock. Coach rips the last few hairs around my asshole off, and then he applies a cooling ointment and swirls it around my hole. I’m looking over at Coach Rocco’s body: beautifully hairy, swirling circles of fur that twirl like sand dunes in the wind. The pattern his body hair makes is mesmerizing. There symmetry and geometry at play. I’m convinced there’s fractal algorithms that could be written that explains his beauty. I see those equations float by as I admire him. Sines and cosines, quadratic equations float through my head. And there’s a finger in my hole. Coach Brandon flips me over talking to me about something or other, his finger twisting in my hole. He tells me he saw my work last night behind the library fisting Drake Chadwick. I look up into his ocean blue eyes. There’s waves crashing in them, and he’s going on and on. “I have to say I was impressed. Chadwick said he’d never been fisted before, but I had to see for myself this morning. The poor boy. You destroyed that hole, Dupree. It’s almost a complete wreck. Eighteen, nineteen-year-olds. So many hormones running rampant through your body. You have so much passion in you. We have to control that passion. Lock it up.” “Did he tell you he was the first one who ever fucked me, coach?” I feel I can tell him and Coach Rocco anything. He’s sticking an increasing number of digits in my hole. He’s got three fingers inside me. “You enjoying this, son?” “Mm-hm.” I wince, then exhale as coach’s slides four fingers inside. It hurts so much I can’t stand how much I like it. The feeling of a man’s palm inside my body. I float between the pain of it and the idea of it, then the realization that a man has his palm inside me, the skin of his hand rests along the wall of my rectum. It’s just unfathomable. He lets it sit there, then starts twisting it around. What’s more unimaginable: the idea or the sensation? We’ll call it a draw and I reach over and stroke Rocco’s cock. Rocco’s fully erect, pulling off his shirt and dropping his shorts. He climbs on the table and positions his butt over my face. “I think he’s ready for Leon, coach,” he says. I pull his hips down and start rimming his dark, hairy asshole. “Aw, fuck, boy!” he cries. “Yeah, eat that hole. Suck on it.” I do suck on it, as Coach Brandon pulls his palm out of me. I feel an intense emptiness, but hear Coach Brandon’s deep voice. “Dig in there, son.” I keep rimming in the darkness of Rocco’s butt. Even in the blackness, feeling his hair all over my face, more waves of the drug crash over me, unmoors me further from earth. Every hair in his crack glides across my face. My tongue’s gotten him so wet, when he rub his ass back and forth I feel at the bottom of the sea with long, soft strands of seaweed rolling with the ebb and flow of the tide, back and forth, across my tongue. I can’t tell what’s real anymore. Am I really tonguing this tasty, musky hole or am I seeing the surface of the ocean lying in a seaweed bed? Could it be both? I feel Rocco’s fingers go over my fingers. Both of us pull his butt cheeks open. More seaweed sails across my tongue. “Get in there,” I hear him growl, as I sense him jerking his meat and splashing my hairless body with his spunk. Someone, must be my coach, licks it up. I feel something at my own butthole—a sensual pop of some kind, which continues crawling deeper inside my body. I push Rocco’s butt up to see what it is. It’s a long striped dildo Coach Brandon’s feeding me, pushing in a couple of inches, pulling out a little, then pushing in more. “You like Leon, our coral snake?” I look over at the terrarium and see the fake branches are missing its snake. “No!” I say, alarmed that Coach Brandon is pushing an actual snake into me. I could almost believe they’d fuck me with a live reptile. “Careful so Leon does bite you,” teases the coach, letting the thing slide in really far. I feel, where its head is penetrating me deepest inside, there’s a sensation of pins and needles. “I think Leon bit me,” I exclaim, panicked. “You might start feeling paresthesia, a strange tingly, prickling feeling.” Rocco’s clinical, detached, like a doctor giving a prognosis. He flips around, pressing down his cock so I can suck it. “Yeah, I feel that in my guts,” I respond. “Did Leon bite me?” He stuffs his leaking calzone into my mouth so I can’t talk anymore. Coach Brandon appears by my head with the can of worms he’d fed the eel with. “Only one cure for Leon’s bite. And it needs to slither in through your dick.” “Whaaaaa—?” Hard to talk with a cock down your throat. “Sorry, can’t hear you, son,” Coach Brandon says, gripping my dick fiercely and slipping something inside the slit. I feel whatever it is squirming into me, inch by inch, down my piss shoot. Rocco pins down my shoulders down with his legs. I’m trying to spit him out. His cock clogs my windpipe. I’m spitting up massive amounts of mucus. I’m bucking on the table, trying to get the worm out of my cock, the serpent out of my ass, as the coaches laugh uproariously at my desperation. The slimy intruder I feel wiggling, drilling deeper and deeper into my cock. It’s so far down my shaft I’m convinced it’ll never be pulled out. The tingling in my colon crescendos until it feels like knives are plunging outward from my organs. The two men mock me with laughter that reverberates demonically in my ears. My head shakes back and forth denying the reality of snakes and worms and a cock that’s plunging so far down my through it’s being eaten by the serpent coming up through my entrails. I have a vision of Ouroboros, the snake that eats itself; the ancient gnostic symbol of unity with the divine. In that instant the laughter ceases, echoes away like a thunderstorm passing into the distance. All that remains is the soft hum of the aquarium. Bubbles float calmly to the surface. The coaches both have vanished. Well, no; no one’s vanished: Coach Rocco sits at his desk, hairy legs up, reading a Sports Illustrated; and Coach Brandon’s standing at his whiteboard, assigning van der Haus to goalkeeper, me as a right wing, and Fernandez as a left wing. He continues quietly writing in names for the other positions as I run my hands over my entirely smooth body—yes, dolphin or shark, I’ll have to get back to you on that. Even smooth armpits, I hear an echo of Rocco say. I squeeze my butt. No, nothing’s in my hole, no snake crawling up it, no worm in my cock. But, shit. Wait. What is that? I push down hard on metal that’s not budging, that’s trapped my cock inside a tiny cage. Huh. Officially, I guess, I’m a member of the team. Well, at least my member is.

Absolutely! I've played with many semi-closeted men who are wild and frenzied and forceful in their rutting, then, once they cum, they're almost embarrassed at what they just did to me and what made them cum. I think it's a lot like that. There is a deep desire that gets awakened when I need to be bred. I don't have any control over it and it won't go away until my hole is flooded and used. The longer it goes, the bigger the drive gets until I can't think of anything other than being FUCKED - hard and long and by everyone in the room. I have no standards. I have no limits. Luckily, I know myself well enough to keep that frenzy at bay and get bred fairly regularly. It keeps me to a manageable cumslut wIth, albeit very low, standards.

I moved to NYC for school and hatted living in the dorms. Went looking and found The perfect place. I moved in as I shared it with someone else who was hot. Within a week, he was fucking me raw.

PART THREE Rubbing his dick, I loved the feel of the piercing in my hand & couldn't wait to know what it felt inside me. As though he could read my mind, David said "Suck these two fingers for me boy" and pushed them into my mouth. I got them nice & wet and I lifted my top leg up as he pushed them into my arse. I mustn't have been ready as it really hurt inside me and as he got me to suck them again, there was some blood on his fingers that must've been left over from last night. Second time was definitely the charm and I groaned as his fingers went deep in me, it felt so good. Not as good as his cock but still amazing. I could feel the pre-cum developing on the head of his dick when my phone started beeping. I quickly moved off the lounge we were sharing to check the message and heard David mumble under his breath "Talk about a fucking buzzkill" as he stormed off inside. I quickly saw that it was a message from Kate saying she couldn't really talk today coz she was too hungover but she'd call tomorrow. It didn't worry me too much, I wanted to catch up to David and make it right. I drank the rest of the mixture down and went inside to find him. I could hear him in the bathroom pissing so followed the sound. "I'm really sorry David, I wasn't sure how important the message would be....I'm sorry, I know you're horny and I'm so fucking horny for you too." "You're really horny for me are you?" he asked, looking over his shoulder. "Then prove it, you never sucked my cock last night. I want you to do it now." He turned towards me, his cock now about 3/4 erect, the cockhead & piercing still glistening with some of his piss. Without a second's hesitation, I took his dick in my mouth and started sucking him. The taste of the piss didn't worry me too much as I tried to negotiate his piercing, I was so horny now I wanted as much of his cock in my mouth as possible before I got him inside my arse. I'd not noticed the tattoo above his cock last night, afterwards I must ask him about it. I got more on all fours and he was able to get two fingers back inside me again. "God you're such a good little slut for your Daddy aren't you?" he said. I smiled up at him and went back to sucking him off. "You wanna show me how much of a slut you are?" I nodded. "Let's go back out to the balcony then." He grabbed the jug which seemed to have about a glassful left, "Open wide" I did as he asked and he poured some of it down my throat but must've been getting too excited as he was pouring it over my head & hair as well. I was laughing as he did it coz it felt soo good. "You wanna show everyone how much you need your Daddy's cock? Lean over the railing for me" I was a little worried, not that people would be able to see from that vantage point, but that I was feeling pretty unsteady on my feet, anything for David though! I grabbed the railing and leant over while David took 4 big sniffs from the bottle. "Young arse in the sunshine, is there anything better?" he said as he passed me the bottle and I took my hits. "There sure is...being fucked in the sun by a hot cock!" I giggled as he pulled my cheeks apart and drove his tongue into my arsehole. It was then I realised how great it must feel for Kate to have her pussy eaten coz I was in absolute heaven having mine! I could feel my hole opening up for him & I knew it wouldn't be long before his beautiful dick inside me. I could feel the metal against my hole as he stood up behind me, one hand on my hip and he slowly started to guide his dick into my empty, horny hole. The piercing felt different inside me, I could feel it scraping the inside of my pussy wall as he slowly went deeper and it felt so good. "If it didn't happen last night, it definitely will now!" he said. I knew what he meant, if I didn't know I was 100% his bottom after last night, I'd know for sure now. He started really pounding me from behind, it felt so good to be in the sun with his heavy balls slapping against my arse. There were probably people that could see what we were doing and I stank to high hell but I didn't care, I wanted to prove to David what a great slut I was. "Here you go slut, you're gonna get another one of my loads deep in your arse. You ready?" It was funny that he'd never wanted to cum anywhere else that we'd fucked (that I could remember) but up my arse. It didn't worry me though, it meant he was a part of me and I loved that so much. He held my hips hard as he came inside me and I could feel the piercing scraping against my pussy walls as he pulled out. He asked me to turn round & clean his dick and I knelt down in front of him smiling as I licked his cock clean, no shit thankfully but I couldn't remember having anything to eat for a while though so I guess that was why! I noticed a little bit of blood again but that was just due to us fucking so hard and me still being inexperienced. I'm sure there'll be less of it once I'm fully converted like he says I'm going to be! END OF PART THREE

So sorry for the delay fellas. I started to write this yesterday and had a couple reach out for a bi threesome. I couldn’t delay that opportunity. Friday night ended up having ten guys total. All but a few claimed to be vers. Well that didn’t end up being true. I was the focal point of 7 of the guys attention throughout the four hours we played. One of the surprise additions to the group was an extremely well hung black man with a nice thick cock. He didn’t come over to me right away. I was ass up with a guy under me 69ing as a another guy was pumping my hole. The black man walked in and our eyes met. I could see the hunger he had, but he didn’t come over. Instead he played with a few other guys for awhile. The whole time I kept having my hole loosened up and eventually bred by a few of the guys. But still the black gentleman stayed away, but he kept making eye contact with me. This whole time I was sniffing away at three different bottles of poppers that the host had set it n the bed for people to use. I was in heat from them and started throwing my ample round booty back on the various average to above average cocks that were fucking me. After what felt like a lifetime, and at least four loads in my ass later the black guy came over. He asked if my hole was sloppy yet, I told him to peck back there and let me know. He knelt behind me, spread my cheeks and began rimming my now slit like hole. He stood up, came around and kissed me unexpectedly in order to feed me the menagerie of loads from my ass. We tongued passionately while I reached out greedily to feel his cock. When my hand found it’s target my breath caught in my throat. He felt the reaction and asked if it was too big. I said no, just go gentle at first. Wrong thing to say. He punched my seeping brown eye with his engorged member in one quick thrust. It didn’t hurt but I felt full to the point that my eyes felt pressure behind them. For the next however many minutes I was his cum dump bitch and he let me know it. When he finally came and pulled out I felt cheated of his cock. I felt so empty back there. I quickly found out why. I was gaping in a spastic way. The other guys were in aww and commenting. No body bothered to take a picture to show me, but I quickly felt a hand start working my hole. Lube was pored all over my ass and for the next thirty minutes I was opened up until I took a small hand up my ass. When he closed his hand to make a fist I came so violently I thought I was having a seizure. My mind was blown, my load was blown, and my ass was wrecked. We are doing it all again next month!

Yes you should. Get him pregnant.

I have found as a bottom that things always go further than originally intended or discussed. My first time started in a club darkroom which I intending to get a blowjob but on going down the stairs to explore what was on offer was grabbed by a guy who had been watching me in the bar area and had made me for a bottom. I have never understood how he did that. Having followed me down the stairs as t took my first step in the darkroom itself he was onto me. he only words he said to me at that point was "do you have a condom" when I send no, he pulled me into one of the larger booths, pushed me to my knees and shoved his cock in my mouth. I had no idea how to suck a cock properly but its amazing how fast you can learn and improve when you have to. I wasn't asked about anything, and I was was so taken aback I never said anything to object. Hauled to my feet, spread eagled against the wall, he just fucked me and it was really really painful. First oral, first anal, first black stud, and went from gay virgin to slut in around 15 minutes. What I didn't realise was that the door to the booth didn't lock. It was only when he had unloaded up me and withdrew, that I looked around at him and saw the small crowd that had gathered to watch. The only other thing he said to me during the whole time was when he finished, saying "great ass". Of course, he was standing there with my trousers down legs spread and ass out, so thinking back that comment may have been directed at others rather than me. and of course as soon as he stepped away, he was replaced. I was trying to get my trousers up and get out but had no chance. Had my head dragged down by the hair and a cock shoved in my mouth in a matter of seconds and received a really hard face fucking being dragged around to expose my ass, and then I received my first spit roast as well. It was scary as fuck, but also exciting, and whilst at the time I was only thinking of getting out of there, later and since I never regretted the experience. It showed me what I always was and have since accepted, a submissive slut whose thing is being sexually dominated. I have also found since that there aren't that many genuine dominant tops around, plenty of tops will fuck you, but a natural dominant who knows how to use a bitch, not so many.

Fuuuuuuuuuuuck

So hot!!

Part 22 - Tranquillity Returns A feeling of peace eased over him and Alex slept pretty much the whole night safe in the arms of Liam. A vehicle crossing the gravel driveway and pulling up out front woke Alex from his sleep and he crept out of bed careful not to wake Liam, walking across the bedroom he glanced over his shoulder to the naked torso of his protection officer, the sight alone was enough to stir his cock and he looked out of the window to see Francis and Nick returning. Even in the subdued light of dawn he could easily see the tattoos on Nick's arms, the rest covered by the t-shirt he wore that hugged against his massive muscular torso. The view was enough to present subtle reminders of Max and his tattoos. Under the cover of night the prince and princess had been removed from the palace and driven to the embassy with instructions to the ambassador to repatriate them within 24 hours, their diplomatic status in Monrovia was stripped and banned from entering the country. Little did Alex know that the king had spent several hours on the phone to Andreas's parents informing them of what happened. Alex jumped a little then sighed feeling those warm soft muscular arms comforting him again, his train of thought was so far out of where and who he was with that he turned and kissed Liam, he action provoking the arms to tighten around his body lifting him clear in to the air and carried over to the bed. Neither one spoke and Liam initiated another kiss, his cock already stiffening pressed up against Alex, deeper and deeper the kissing went moving from a comforting assurance to a passionate wild abandonment. His face still slightly sore and a few light bruises were appearing from the force of Andreas slapping him. Right now he was far from his thoughts and he allowed Liam to position himself between his legs. Alex never knew this but when ever he engaged with Liam and was ready his legs would on their own accord rise clamping around the muscled thighs, a signal that Liam took pulling his legs up and forcing Alex's arse to be exposed to his cock. Any uncertainty Liam felt after last night washed away with the erotic moans escaping Alex's mouth and his fingers dancing all over Liam's body. For the second time they both got lost in each other and slowly made love, the cock teasing at Alex's hole for ages until Liam wriggled his hips and pushed forward penetrating with gentle tenderness. Their mouths locked unable to detach themselves from kissing each other, the subtle moans and movements in Alex's body responding to every part of the Liam's cock entering his body. So connected with each other it was like Liam could feel Alex's state of arousal and desire passing into his own body. The first rays of sun appeared over the horizon flooding the room with a golden amber glow. On the bed a mass of two bodies locked together in passion slowly acting out a love scene. The smooth tender movements of a muscular arse rising and sinking driven by the hips, moving his cock in and out, the recipients toes curled and released in time with the deep penetration, pitiful cries from the recipient quickly followed by his tantalising moan. With no change of speed or intensity to bring on an orgasm, they carried on until Liam reached his orgasm naturally. Alex's arm clung around the muscular body riding with him until his body collapsed, panting heavily whilst still kissing Alex. Liam finally disentangled himself rolling on his back, his body settling to a satisfied calmness. Alex swung his legs slowly over to the side of the bed and stood taking a few seconds to steady himself. His attempt at trying to fathom out how sex could get even more intense and intimate like it had just been was hitting a dead end. He turned and leaned over Liam who stared up at him, Alex smiled and kissed him briefly his fingers roaming over the bicep of Liam's right arm. He chuckled and walked over to the window with his clothes and began dressing. Liam laid on the bed lost for words and admiring Alex's body, he still couldn't understand how one person could do this to him. This young prince had truly changed everything he thought he knew about sex and love making, it was the sublime reactions the body made under him, that and the closeness that had grown between them. He definitely wasn't gay that much he knew since no other man could turn his head so much like Alex, well apart from Max who he found very similar to his prince and maybe just a small part of him actually found him sexy as well. Liam continued watching Alex dress slowly until he left to see Marty and check on him, he was still sleepy but feeling a lot better, giggling away to himself from the effect of the pain killers. Heading down to the kitchen Alex found Francis enjoying a much needed cup of coffee and bacon sandwich, they had a quick catch up when Nick arrived back in the kitchen from showering. Shrouded in his own little world Alex had never paid much attention to Nick who walked in wearing only shorts and still drying himself, at 31 he sported a shaved head and solid muscular build that was bigger than Liam. The tattoos over his body looked incredible and the slight hint of dark hair on his head echoed down through the light dusting of hair on his chest that tapered off below his shorts. Even when sat normally the muscles in arms were so defined and his thighs were thick with muscle. It was an incredible body to look at, but like Liam's it was built to protect and destroy. "Morning your highness are you well?" Nick asked sitting at the kitchen table. Alex nodded almost scared to speak "He gets like that" Francis said to Nick who chuckled. "You don't know me that well!" Alex replied giggling, "I am fine and thank you for last night". "Is he gone?" Alex asked looking at them both. Nick nodded "Yes and Prince Alden gave him one hell of beating last night" he said approvingly. "What?" Alex asked, "I don't remember seeing Alden there" he said looking surprised. Alex and Francis looked at each other "He is one protective brother your highness" Nick added. "Thank you for helping Marty out" Alex said in genuine thanks. Nick smiled "And you your highness, are you injured?" he asked helping himself to coffee. Alex blushed slightly "I don't think so" he replied, "You can check me over" he said grinning. "Full body examination?" Nick asked without batting an eyelid. Francis chuckled away merrily "Are you straight Nick?" he asked completely out of the blue. "Yeah Nick are you straight?" Alex now asked grinning away at him "Alex stop being inappropriate to Nick" the king said entering the kitchen causing a commotion. Francis and Nick both stood but the king waved them to sit down "How are you Alex?" he asked. "Fine and now embarrassed thank you. Worried more about Marty" Alex replied. His father nodded "He is in good hands and will stay as long as needs to recoup" he said. "I have the Royal Chamber Council arriving in an hour for a meeting" the king replied. "I should get changed your majesty" Francis said like second nature. "No need Francis, anyway you both need to catch up on sleep" the king replied. "I guess that means no ride or swim today" Alex said and his father shook his head. "Tomorrow Alex, I promise" his father replied leaving the kitchen. "How is Marty?" Francis suddenly asked looking concerned. "Better" Alex replied switching his glance back to Nick, "Well you going to examine me?" he asked. Nick sat back in his chair grinning "Take your clothes off and lay on the table then" he replied. "Not a chance!" Alex said laughing, "Well not here at least". "Right I am off to see Marty" Francis said jumping up and leaving the kitchen. "Bye" Nick called to the back of Francis then looking at Alex, "I do massages if you want one?". "Hmm..." Alex said blushing, "Is there a happy ending?" he asked grinning. Nick laughed causing his pecs to dance "Maybe, if you are a good boy I will send Liam in". Alex's mouth dropped open "Yeah I know all about you two" he said quietly smirking at Alex. "How?" Alex asked, "Did Liam tell you?" he fired another question panicking. "Yes we talk a lot in the gym. Don't worry your secret is safe with me" Nick replied seriously. Alex didn't know where to look "I should go and get some sleep" Nick said standing up. Alex nodded staring at his body "I might need to see what Liam is getting" Nick said. "Eh?" Alex said then suddenly realised what Nick had meant, "No way, look at you!" he said. Nick walked around to Alex and rubbed his shoulders "Oh god!" Alex aid his head dropping forward. "Let me know if you want a massage your highness" Nick said leaning closer so softly that Alex tingled. By the time Alex raised his head Nick was gone and he had an erection, he sat there in the kitchen as the chef arrived to prepare breakfast and Alex watched until he his erection died down. He was about to go for breakfast when he was summoned to the kings office along with Alden. Arriving their to find their mother and granny along with royal chamber council members who all looked a little bleary eyed leaving the office, the king had offered them all to stay for the day to catch up on sleep or join the country fayre later. The king announced to them that Jackson was being promoted to head of the royal household and Francis was being promoted as valet to Alden, he went on to explain that Lipscombe had been dismissed from his post but the king didn't elaborate any further. With everything sorted the family along with the Governor Premier and his husband Brad joined the royal family for breakfast. Alex went up to see Marty again to make sure he had everything he needed, Marty patted the bed and Alex sat beside him telling him of everything that had gone since. He made Marty laugh explaining about this Tom guy, trying to describe him in as best details as he could had Marty smiling and encouraging Alex to try him out. Despite everything that had happened in the last 24 hours Alex had a new found respect for Marty and the way he defended him, true loyalty and a true friend in him was all Alex could see. He was happy spending the entire morning finding out so much about Marty. He never expected anything or wanted anything and that was what Alex found so unique about him, that and his sexual appeal. By the time Alex left at lunchtime he had found a very real friend in Marty. Tom arrived and dropped off two boxes of apricot jam with the new labels but was stuck for time and had to get back to the stall so Alex said he would pop by later. He was unsure if he should actually meet up with him, even though he was certainly assured of himself and he was without a doubt very pleasing to the eye. Then an idea stuck in his mind, not for personal gain but to help Tom reach his dream even though it was a long shot he wandered around the palace and finally found Jackson mulling through paperwork in his new role. "Your highness" Jackson said standing and bowing his head, "What do I owe this pleasure?". Alex chuckled "I miss you, but that is not what I am hear for" he replied sitting down. "Now you have got my attention" Jackson replied sneaking a kiss from Alex. "Stop that!" Alex giggled, "You know what that does to me, every thing is your fault!". "I do not have a clue what you mean" Jackson replied smiling broadly at him. "Meet me at the artisan marquee at 4pm" Alex said to in a do not say no manner. Jackson laughed "Seriously Alex I have so much to do" he replied, "Why should I?" he asked. "You need a new footman" Alex informed him and Jackson nodded, "I want you to meet Tom". Jackson raised an eyebrow "Another one of your conquests?" he asked smirking. "Certainly not! Well not yet but maybe" Alex replied giggling and standing up. "He applied before and well you know what Lipscombe was like" Alex said, "4pm don't be late". "As you command your highness" Jackson said standing and bowing then kissing Alex again. Alex spent the afternoon at the country fayre with the Liam, Steven and Brad. Laughing and playing all the games, tasting all the artisan products with Alex persuading Steven to buy the apricot jam that had new labels that showed the royal warrant. Jackson appeared dead on 4pm at the artisan marquee and was pleased to see Steven and Brad, Alex instantly picked up that something must have gone on between the three of them as they appeared way to overly friendly towards each other. Alex lead them all back to the jam stall and there stood Tom with his t-shirt off to the side enjoying a break and a little bit of sun. Alex coughed startling Tom who had his eyes closed "Your highness alright" he said bowing. "Tom, I want you meet Jackson and..." Alex was about to introduce Steven but was stopped. "Wow I know who he is" Tom said bowing his head again, "Your highness" he said. Steven chuckled "Tom I am not royalty you do not need to bow or address me like that". "Right Brad and I will leave the three of you" Alex said forgetting he hadn't told Tom. "To what?" Tom asked looking surprised. Jackson stepped in "Tom I am in charge of the royal household and I need a footman" he said. "Oh, right, oh you want to interview me?" Tom asked scratching his head. Jackson looked at Steven who nodded "No Tom, we are offering you the position" he explained. "Tom!" his mother Elspeth called, "What are you up to now?" she appeared wiping her hands. "Oh Governor!" Elspeth remarked taken back seeing him, "Tom put your t-shirt on this minute". "Mum, they have offered me a job at the palace" Tom explained to her surprised look. "Really?" Elspeth questioned getting excited, "Which palace?" she asked looking at Steven. "Well here until the family return to Balenciaga" Jackson replied watching her expression change. "Wow that is amazing Tom, don't screw it up!" she warned him. "So what do I do then?" Tom asked looking lost at what was suppose to happen. Jackson smiled "Monday morning 9am at the palace and we start your training as a footman". "So quickly" Elspeth said looking a little sad, "Is he going to live at the palace as well?". "Yes" Jackson replied, "Footman are expected to reside at the palace" he said. Elspeth nodded and looked at Tom "Seriously don't screw this opportunity up" she reminded him. Tom nodded to his mother "We will see you Monday morning Tom" Jackson said taking their leave. Elspeth waited then hugged her son, even she knew that the opportunity to work at the palace very rarely came up, and when they did it opened doors to numerous career moves both with the royal household and outside. Tom was beside himself with excitement having given up on ever being employed at the palace after his knock back last year. On their return to the palace early that evening Jackson and Francis were coming out of the king's office smiling when they came across Alex and Liam who congratulated them on their promotion. Francis and Alex decided to go up and see how Marty was fairing and they climbed the stairs when Alex suddenly stopped and looked at Francis. "So does this mean we won't get to hang out much now?" Alex asked. Francis shrugged "No idea, I guess that will be down to Prince Alden" he replied. Francis turned to look at Jackson talking to a member of staff "That might be a problem" he said. Alex looked in the direction Francis was looking "Why, do you not get on with him?" he asked. Francis looked at Alex "Alex how dumb are you? We are playing cat and mouse". Alex laughed loudly "What?" Francis asked looking at him quizzically. "Jackson was my valet and my first" Alex replied in a hushed tone. Francis pushed Alex up the stairs in shock "Anyway he is chasing me now as I stopped chasing him" he said. "I can put in a word for you" Alex replied giggling. Francis glanced back down the stairs "Find out how he feels" he said then turning to Alex. Alex nodded "I will, but you could ask him straight up" he said patting Francis on the shoulder. "So what are you going to do about this Max guy?" Francis asked curiously. "Don't know Francis" Alex replied stopping on the top stair, "Probably live my life forever regretting it". Francis stopped "Seriously Alex, if he meant that much find him" he said affectionately. Alex shrugged "I really can't think about him now" he said smiling at Francis. "I have some mates if you want setting up" Francis offered kindly. Alex glanced at him "Would they get royal approval though?" he asked. Francis put his arm around Alex's shoulder "Probably not, might be a bit to rough for you". "Set me up with them all" Alex replied laughing. Alex woke Monday morning feeling worse for wear, the previous evening had been a bit rowdy after having returned to the fayre for the close where Francis, Artem and himself had been visiting the stalls once more and sampling many of the delicious wines, one stall holder gave Alex a box of six bottles telling him they were for his birthday in January. Artem appeared in his room looking dishevelled to say the least which brightened Alex's day enormously. Marty was well enough to be out of bed and was invited to breakfast with the royal family where the king personally wanted to thank him for his loyalty to Alex. The bruises looked worse than he felt and during breakfast the king asked Marty if he would consider taking on the role Master of Royal Horses meaning he would be in charge of the each member of the royal families personal horses and their safe passage between Balenciaga and Greenacres. It was a role that had been vacant for several years, the king had suggested this to Gary who agreed that Marty would be perfect for this role. For Marty he was propelled from mere stable hand to second in charge at the Royal Mews with two groomsmen reporting in to him. Tom was still in a state of awe from his tour of the palace and all the passageways that allowed household staff to appear and disappear in an instant. Jackson looked at the young guy who was rough around the edges but instinct told him that Alex was generally right about people, he would take some training and in time would no doubt excel working his way up in the palace hierarchy. For now he was being trained as junior footman. Tom thanked Jackson for the orange juice as they got to work running through his routines and who he was to shadow for the first two weeks. Then he was fitted out in his footman uniform and quickly took a selfie sending it to his mother and father who were so proud of their son finally getting a job with great prospects. The final few days at Greenacres were looming. Marty was up and around doing some work in the stables and learning from Gary about his new role. His bruises were pale yellowy greenish now and was pain free apart from a few twinges in his neck and thumb print where Andreas had tried to throttle him one handed. Alex breezed through the kitchen grabbing a couple of bacon sandwiches that he had found out where Marty's favourite food and happily took them down to the stables calling out for Marty and finding him the barn moving bales around. "Hey brought you your favourite" Alex said calling over to him. Marty turned and bowed his head "Your highness, thank you" he replied sitting on the bale. Alex sat next to him "How is it going?" he asked taking a bit of Marty's sandwich that he offered. "Good, busy like but good" Marty replied, "And you?" he asked looking Alex in the eye. He nodded "Fine" he said trying not to express too much emotion. Marty leaned in and kissed Alex "You don't fool me Alex" he said putting his arm around him. "What do you want me to say?" Alex asked, "Twice in one year he tired it on with me". Marty smirked and kissed him again "Shouldn't be such a cock tease" he said making Alex laugh. "What really happened to Lipscombe?" Marty now asked finishing his sandwich. Alex chuckled "Lied to the king and tried to get Francis dismissed" he replied. Marty nodded "And what of this Jackson guy, is he alright?" he asked. "Yes and good in bed" Alex replied smirking, "Think he has his eye on Francis though". "He better not start taking my property away" Marty said taking a swig of water from his bottle. "Your property?" Alex asked raising an eyebrow grinning. "Yup, you both dam well now I own your arses" Marty replied standing up, "Get up!" he commanded. Alex stood and Marty kissed him hard then hugged him "My property and my friend" he said. Alex leaned back and looked at him "Fair enough" he conceded kissing him again. "Now piss off I have work to do" Marty said picking up a hay bale, "Lounge tonight?". Alex nodded "Definitely" he replied, "Anyway I have a date with Liam now" he added. "You what?" Marty asked looking jealous. "Self defence lesson" Alex replied enjoying the the jealous look on Marty was giving him. Marty walked towards Alex "Can you ask him if he would teach me as well please?" he asked. Alex smiled "Of course" he replied kissing him then walking out of the barn. Alex arrived at the gym in the basement of the palace to see Liam wearing his shorts exposing his full body deliberately since he knew that would get Alex going. What Alex didn't expect was seeing Nick on the weight bench pumping iron. He walked over to Liam but his gaze was on Nick wearing lycra shorts showing off his impressive bulge that clearly he was no shy of displaying. Liam stepped forward and pushed Alex. Alex looked at him "Did you just push me?" he asked looking shocked. "Yes!" Liam replied, "What are you going to do about twiglet?" he asked mocking Alex. Alex stepped forward and plunged a finger in Liam's chest "Did you just push me?" he asked again. Liam laughed in Alex's face then made a grab for him but Alex was getting quicker in his responses and ducked deliberately falling to the floor then using his legs he swiped Liam on to the floor. 'Excellent' Liam said standing up and really impressed by Alex who seemed to have a new found energy for protecting himself. Nick watched on from the bench enjoying the show until they finished their practice, Alex asked Liam if he would be willing to teach Marty and he eagerly agreed to train them both. "I will help if you like" Nick said standing up and walking towards them. Alex nearly buckled at the knees seeing his sweaty muscular tattooed body looming closer "Thanks" he said. Nick smiled "You are pretty good already" he said glancing at Liam and nodding. Liam chuckled knowing what Nick was thinking "Protection officer hug" he said to Nick who nodded. Alex looked confused at them both for a moment then realised they were both going to set on him. His legs failing to move from a sexual excitement that sprung up out of nowhere, desperately he was trying to curb the thought. Liam pulled Alex to his chest facing him and Nick moved in behind trapping Alex between their bodies. His initial reaction was of disgust feeling the sweaty bodies pressing in against his back and chest, the muscular arms of both men clasped together pulling each other forward and squashing Alex. He let out a cry then couldn't stop laughing at his predicament. "This is not fair" Alex managed to say between fits of laughter and cries feeling the pressure. Their bodies wriggle up hard against Alex "Whose the boss?" Liam asked waiting for a submission. Alex threw his head back against Nick's body "Me" he replied giggling as they held him tighter. Liam started giggling feeling Alex's cock getting hard "Someone is turned on" he said. Nick laughed and ground his hips against Alex "Man you have a big one" Alex said pushing back. Deliberately Alex turned the game and ground his arse against Nick's bulge feeling the desired effect and it growing firmer and firmer, the arms around him squeezing tighter. He could not escape the muscular bulk of the bodies crushing against him. Suddenly his feet left the ground being suspended between them, there were erections both front and back of him. Alex started panting realising he couldn't pull a full breath in and was getting even more aroused that his body started tingling all over. One look in Liam's eyes then rolling his head back against Nick's shoulder his body wriggled and he let himself go enjoying the orgasm that had been building in his groin. Heightened by the solid muscles against his back and chest he moaned loudly rolling his head side to side before realising his embarrassing state. "Enough" Alex said tapping out feeling the bodies squeezing him harder. They both let go and Alex fell to the floor laughing "Dam did you shoot?" Liam asked. Alex looked at the slimly patch on his shorts "Looks like I did" he replied laying flat out. He looked at Liam "He is way bigger than you in all departments" Alex said teasing Liam. Nick threw a towel over Alex "Knew he wouldn't last long" Liam said sitting on the floor. "Horny little thing isn't he" Nick said drying himself with a towel. Alex looked up grinning "Horny little prince, if you don't mind!" he said jokingly. "I need a shower" Liam said standing up and helping Alex to his feet. Nick saw for himself just how much Liam and Alex really liked and respected each other, yet it was only now he saw just how close the two of them were as friends. His charge, Prince Alden, was okay but certainly not as openly friendly like Prince Alexander was. He was a little jealous of them and also knew that Alden was the crown prince and therefore had to keep a certain distance as he was the one who was scrutinised constantly. "Well young prince how about that massage?" Nick offered. Alex shrugged "Sure, but don't go mad on me" he replied. Liam picked up a towel grinning "Careful Nick he might get you to do naughty things" he said. "Come here!" Alex said chasing after Liam who bolted out of the gym. "Wow you are naughty" Nick said throwing Alex over his shoulder carrying him to the massage room. Alex spent those few seconds looking at his tattoos without a care in the world until Nick sat him on the massage table and he came face to face with his lightly hairy and very masculine chest. He was calm enough to refrain from touching Nick since he really knew little about him, why he didn't know since he had just helped Liam out making him orgasm. His eyes though kept wandering down to the bulge that protruded so much in those tight shorts. Alex swung himself around and laid on his stomach ready, his head shot up when Nick removed his shorts carrying them two fingers and dropping them on the floor 'Yuk!' he exclaimed then chuckled walking back at the surprised look on the prince's face 'Chill out' he said oiling up his hands. He slowly massaged Alex from his toes to his neck and his fingers. Some erotic pleasures are greater and more stimulating, Alex was finding this out fighting against his cock and body surging in a pleasure that was taking him by surprise. At the same time he was so chilled out he never even noticed that Nick was now standing at his head, the bulge in touching distance of his tongue yet he refrained from doing what he really wanted to do. His fingers ran deep down Alex's spine causing him to moan and lift his head up. His eyes took a moment to focus at the bulge moving quickly forward and sinking in to his face briefly before being removed again and allowing him to breath normally. The massaged continued for thirty minutes during which time Alex totally relaxed although sexually heightened knowing whose fingers were all over his body. "I think you are done for now" Nick finally said giving Alex a light slap on the arse. He laid there in embarrassment afraid to look at him "Thanks" he said in a muffled tone. Realising he would have to move Alex sat up and Nick came around and kissed him on the cheek and left the prince alone in the massage room. Some days were simply weird and Nick had made it one of those days, was he like Liam or was Nick actually gay. It left Alex curious about Nick, the ever so quiet one who did his job and rarely socialised, certainly felt like Nick was teasing Alex which made him smile. Right now Alex could only smell the oil on his back, arms and legs, a very intoxicating reminder of that powerhouse of a man touching his body. Those last few days at Greenacres were some the best times they had, Alex, Alden and their father went horse riding and swimming in lake. Alex and Alden made a couple of trips in to town with Francis, Artem, Nick and Liam. Alden had completely changed feeling the freedom now Elethera was out of his life, it didn't stop him searching for a new girlfriend since he had a string of suiters but he was not in any rush right now. Francis was learning the role of valet quickly with Jackson and Artem helping out. For Jackson he was busier than ever taking on his new role plus helping to train Francis and Tom. Finally collaring Francis having had enough of their cat and mouse game, they had a good talk and decided to take things slowly and see what develops. Alex could clearly see that Francis doted on Jackson and behaved entirely differently around him trying to impress him. Even Alden's protection officer Nick, had become somewhat more acquainted with Alex and actually engaged in conversation quite a bit with him. Alex soon found out that hidden under his exterior was a normal guy with a sharp tongue and wicked sense of humour, something that even had Alden surprised seeing this side of Nick, the result had a good effect on them as prince and protection officer. Alex dismounted Danbury by the lake and took his book out to read, he had been needing a bit of solitude since everyone was trying to keep him busy from thinking too much. Alex turned hearing the soft gentle padding of a horse approaching. Marty pulled the reigns bringing Brandy to a stop then eased himself slowly off, the bruises around his neck were almost gone and Alex smiled at him as he walked closer. As usual Alex checked to see if he had the riding crop in his hands but they were empty. "I can go if you want to be here alone" Marty said in his deep soft voice. Alex shook his head "Don't be silly Marty" he replied. Marty took his t-shirt off "Came down here for a swim to exercise my body" he said. "What naked?" Alex asked quietly amused. Marty chuckled taking his boots off "Yeah I prefer swimming naked down here" he replied. Alex smiled putting his book down and leant across catching Marty by pleasant surprise, Alex kissed him gently on the mouth holding his lips against Marty's. He kissed again this time his mouth slightly parted and flickered his tongue to a receptive Marty. Alex moaned feeling the fingers running up along his spine until the hand cupped the back of his neck and they kissed deeply for almost five minutes before Marty let him go. "I came here to swim" Marty repeated with a grin on his face. Alex laid on his back "I know, I just wanted to kiss you. I like kissing you" he said softly. "Coming in for a swim?" Marty asked then leaning closer to Alex, "Fuck you in the water" he said. Alex laughed "You have to be kidding me?" he asked looking seriously at Marty who smirked at him. Having a look around to make sure no one was watching "I would love that" Alex replied. The cool water washed over his body invigorating him from head to toe whilst he watched Marty confidently walking in to the water with his cock already fully erect in anticipation of getting his prince and friend. There was no messing around or teasing foreplay as Marty took Alex in his arms kissing him and pulling the prince's legs up around his waist. His arse speared immediately as Marty pulled him in even closer, Alex threw his head back moaning loudly as the cold water had tightened his hole and it gripped hold of the invading cock making it a painful penetration. Gasping he tightened his arms around Marty's neck until he came to rest deeply impaled on his cock. Marty kissed him deep his hips gyrating a few times then the changing mode to gentle thrusts. Breaking the kiss several times Alex checked to make sure no one had appeared then resumed kissing Marty with all intent and purpose. The thrusts came slowly and delicately allowing Alex to relax his body, their mouths locked together in an unbreaking kiss that seduced Alex totally. The only thing running through his head was Marty's words 'You belong to me', how right he was but this was purely an outlet of sexual expression and need that they both revelled in. The thrusting started to become effortless and slick, a sign that Alex had come to understand was precum paving the way for the finale. The feeling of Marty deep in his body, the throbbing cock as the pace quickened with each passing moment had Alex floating on air, his moans lost inside Marty's mouth. How long they had been like this? Alex had no idea and it appeared that Marty was in no rush to get the job done. Suddenly Marty stopped kissing him leaning back his head to look at Alex, his cock pulsed angrily and Alex knew and could feel a huge warmth suddenly flooding his arse. His mouth slightly open with a pleasurable hint as Marty licked his lips and his hips thrusted deeper in to Alex, he made no sound as his orgasm came and went then pulling Alex back they resumed kissing. After a few minutes Alex became aware that Marty was going again and his cock showed no sign that this was over. The warmth of their sex, the cold chill of the water made a weird arousing combination between them. Marty moved one arm from around Alex's waist to his neck holding him in the kiss as his second orgasm raced through his balls and out in to Alex delivering a second hefty load. Unable to or wanting to escape the kiss Alex's eyes fluttered half closing handing himself over completely to Marty. After delivering a third load Marty finally felt sexual relief and released the prince from his duty to serve the people. Alex winced extracting himself off of Marty's cock "Holy cow!" he gasped in pleasured shock. "I got more if you want to carry one" Marty said dipping his head under water and surfacing. Alex moved closer and kissed him "Seriously I don't think I can't take more of that" he replied. Marty gave a deep chuckle "Oh I think you can and will!" he replied kissing Alex. Alex was about to protest but his legs had already wrapped themselves around Marty's waist again and his hole was already opened half embedded on the erect cock. Sure enough Marty had a hold on Alex that he found hard to resist, locking mouths so sensually Alex held on to Marty where they proceeded to enjoy two more rounds of chilly sex partly submerged in the lake. Alex shivered walking out of the water, the sun was much lower in the sky indicating that it must be pretty late in the afternoon. They dressed in silence partly through Alex unsure if words could equal what had just taken place between them, it was this shyness that Marty found endearing about the prince, that and he was a great fuck and kisser. "Riding back with me?" Marty asked breaking the silence. Alex smiled and nodded "Yes" he replied, Marty smiled walking over to Alex kissing him again. Alex grinned and mounted Danbury "What was that for?" he asked watching Marty mount Brandy. "What now I can't kiss you?" Marty asked then smiled moving off. "Is that it?" Alex asked moving Danbury in to a trot. Marty turned to look at him "You have an amazing arse to fuck" he replied casually. "Oh thanks!" Alex said finding him amusing, "That is all I am to you then?" he asked. "Stop fishing for compliments" Marty answered, "You know I like you" he added. Alex smiled catching up with Marty and they rode slowly back to the stables for half an hour talking nonsense non stop until they parted ways. Marty never once used the riding crop again on Alex, their secret sex meetings had evolved in to them being more laid back and fulfilling for both. Alex saw Nick a few times in the gym and he actually persuaded the prince to start working out properly. nothing was ever said about the massage that day and Nick made it perfectly clear that any time Alex wanted a massage he only had to ask. Naturally it confused Alex if he really meant a massage or the other thing as well. Alex had decided to hold off going too mad at working out until they were back at Balenciaga since there was a steam room which would help his bod recoup. Marty was also now learning some techniques from Liam whilst Alex mostly watched Nick working out and he certainly didn't seem to mind. On their last day Artem was coming out of his meeting with Linda carrying a handful of papers containing plans for Alex's Royal Duties up to Christmas. "In the car" Alex said stopping Artem before he could open his mouth. Artem heaved a sigh of relief "Thank god I haven't managed to go through them all yet" he said. Alex smiled "Anything interesting coming up?" he asked as they walked up to their rooms. "Trip to London in December for the charity, err..." Artem said looking at the paper, "5 days". "Good, I expect you to come along as well" Alex said but his tone was more of an offer. Artem smiled "Yeah too right!" he replied, "I mean thank you your highness" he said bowing. Alex laughed and went to finish packing his personal belongings ready for the morning.

Part 21 - Greenacres Country Fayre Alex ran up the stairs to his bedroom passing his father on the stairs who reminded him to be at the artisan marquee by 11.45 ready for the midday opening of the fayre. The king met his equerry Reinhard at the bottom of the stairs instructing him to be informed immediately when the governor premier arrived. Artem walked in to the kitchen feeling peckish and noticing Lipscombe standing their purring like a cat and rubbing his hands at the sight of Artem, Lipscombe raised an eyebrow at the steely glance Artem threw at him by accident then turned around and walked out hearing Lipscombe make some form of snide remark but he cared less about that man. Not long now he thought to himself ignoring Artem's look of disgust and walking out to the utility room then around the palace to the front where he was due to meet the king and check over the readiness of the stalls for the country fayre. Lipscombe checked his watch 11am precisely and watched the king exit the palace front doors followed by three security detail whish was most unusual here at Greenacres. Lipscombe waited until the king approached "Your majesty" he said bowing his head. "Ah Lipscombe, I do not need you" the king said politely, "I can handle this, we will talk later". Lipscombe shuffled on his feet "Your majesty?" he said questioning the king. The king looked at him "I need you to squash this rumour" he said giving him a clear demand. "A rumour your majesty?" Lipscombe asked secretly smiling inside with glee. The king nodded "Yes to do with my son, I want the instigator brought before me" he said. "Your majesty I will deal with it" Lipscombe replied, "Rumours usually have foundation". "No Lipscombe, do as I ask" the king replied, "I want to personally dismiss them" he made clear. Lipscombe looked concerned "Bring them to my office at 2pm" the king added. Lipscombe bowed "Squash the rumour immediately, do I make myself clear?" the king said. He nodded "Walk away" he king commanded. Lipscombe needed to think fast on his feet never expecting it take this turn, he was always responsible for the hiring and firing of staff so he needed to find a scape goat, there was two people getting under his skin with their arrogant attitude towards himself, Artem and Francis. In the meantime Lipscombe went around putting the fire out about the rumour that he had started anyway, walking around the palace then in to the lounge he saw the person he was looking for. "Francis, meet me here at 1.55pm sharp and I will take you to the king" Lipscombe said. Francis looked up nervously "Why?" he asked. "Mind your manners you arrogant lad" Lipscombe barked at Francis, "Do as you are told". Francis stood up "Is this about the rumour you started?" he asked Lipscombe. "Stupid boy, I never started it, you did!" he replied smirking, "1.55pm sharp, right here". Francis nodded and walked out on to the terrace hiding his smile, his decision to speak to the king that morning might have have just saved his skin, but it was too early to tell right now. He headed off to the fayre ready for the opening at midday and was surprised to see how busy and bustling it already was and the anticipation of the crowd waiting to see the royal family which was their highlight of the year. The king stood talking to his son Alden, Elethera and Andreas, their parents had to cancel last minute to attend a function, much to the king's relief. Alden looked in good spirit chatting with his father in the artisan marquee, the queen was talking to one of the organisers from Woodvale praising her on the splendid work she had done. The dowager queen arrived with Alex and the king watched his son then glanced over to the sovereign prince Andreas who had also noticed Alex's appearance. Unmistakably Andreas half smirked seeing Alex which riled the king but he kept his cool, Alex walked over and hugged his brother, then greeted Elethera and looked directly at Andreas and simply nodded his head. Alden and Alex had a private joke giggling at their father dressed in a lumberjack shirt, baseball cap and jeans. They actually had one cool father who knew how to stay hip despite his role as the reigning monarch, his glance though was carefully set on Andreas at the moment watching him as moved in front of his youngest son. "Prince Alexander your highness" he elegantly smarmed, "I trust you will be my host?". Alex smiled and looked at him "No!" he said dropping any formal royal protocol to Andreas. Andreas stopped Alex from leaving "I believe you are forgetting protocol" he said holding his arm. "You may be the Sovereign Prince but here you are lower to me here in Monrovia" Alex reminded him. "We will see" Andreas replied looking irritated at Alex's irrational manner. "Get your hand off me now!" Alex said quietly in an aggressive tone whilst smiling. Andreas smirked at him "Remember princess, we have unfinished business" he said letting go. Alden was now standing by his father who was staring at Andreas "You know?" he asked. His father nodded "Yes" he replied, "How could you bring him back after what happened?" he asked. "He invited himself father" Alden said looking ashamed, "Elethera and me will end soon". The king nodded "Good Alden, your mother will be pleased" he said looking at his son. Alden looked at Alex "Alex will be happy he didn't like Elethera" he said glancing at his father. His father chuckled "Alden your brother is an exceptional judge of character" he said. Alden laughed "Seriously he is, he just doesn't know he is" his father said. "Right lets get this fayre started" the king said to everyone in the marquee. Outside they stepped as a close knit family whilst the protection officers watched on at the side, the packed crowd cheering and applauding them all 'Distinguished citizens of Monrovia, welcome to the annual Greenacres country fayre, spend lots of money and enjoy the fruits of our wonderful land' the king finished to an erupting loud cheer and applause. Alex slipped back inside the marquee which was due to open shortly and picked up the royal warrant then rushed out of the marquee. "Where are you going?" Alex called over to Artem and Francis catching up with them. "I have to go back to the palace then I will join you" Francis replied looking nervous. "What for Francis?" Alex asked staring at him, "Is it about the rumour?". Francis looked around "You know about the rumour?" he asked quietly and Alex nodded. "Lipscombe summoned me to meet with the king" Francis said making a slippery shoulder motion. Alex looked horrified knowing what Lipscombe was trying to do "Want me to come?" he asked. "No" Francis replied, "Anyway I told the king where the rumour started, Lipscombe". "He has had it in for Liam and me" Artem said with a knowing look. "Here" Alex said giving Francis his mobile number, "You better call me when finished". "Thanks" Francis said putting his phone away, "This won't take long" and with that he was gone. Artem shrugged "You want me to hang out with you?" he asked looking at Alex and Liam. "Of course" Alex replied, "Anyway old by the book man here is working" he said chuckling. "First strike" Liam said quietly hiding his expression under his sunglasses. Alex turned to him "God you look like a twat" he said giggling. "Second strike" Liam said quietly again, "You are racking them up quickly". "Chill out Liam" Artem said taking the mickey out of him. Liam turned his head to Artem "You are not immune either" he said with a slight smirk. Artem poked his tongue out "Right knob head when he is working" he said to alex "Yeah sexy one though" Alex said smirking at Artem, "Come on jam marquee!" he called out. Purely out of spite Francis waited until 12.57pm then turning on the voice memo on his phone he entered the lounge where Lipscombe was pacing up and down looking quite angry and started dressing Francis down hoping to weaken his resolve before meeting with the king. Francis replied calmly telling Lipscombe he knew he was the one who started the malicious rumour to which Lipscombe laughed reminding him that no one would believe a lowlife footman over him. Barking out the order for Francis to follow him to the kings office Francis retrieved his phone from his pocket and turned off the recording, he had enough to protect himself. Inside the office the king was finishing with his video conference with the Royal Chamber Council meeting that had urgently called with his proposal, he now needed to wait for the council to inform him of their decision, it was only a formality but it had to be done by the rules. Lipscombe's four knocks on the door drew the kings attention. "Enter" the king called out and the door opened with Lipscombe and Francis coming in. "Your majesty" they both called out in unison bowing their heads and Lipscombe closed the door. "Well we have the instigator of the rumour here then" the king informed them both. Lipscombe held up his hand in front of Francis "We do indeed your majestry, Francis here". The king stared at Lipscombe in silence "Are you sure Lipscombe?" he asked. "Indeed your majesty, I caught him telling the two chefs this morning" Lipscombe said. "Francis?" the king spoke addressing him. "Your majesty, I believe you understand the truth to be far from that" Francis replied. Francis turned to Lipscombe "What did you call me?" he asked, "Oh yes a lowlife footman". "Quiet" Lipscombe said, "Remember where you are. I suggest we dismiss him" he said to the king. "You know trust, respect and loyalty are fundamental here in the palace" the king said. The king walked around his desk "But all of these mean nothing" he added looking at Lipscombe. "Indeed" Lipscombe said agreeing with him, "As is honour and service". "Disrespecting anyone including my son has upset me no end" the king now said, "But to lie to me!". The king stood there shaking his head "Francis did Lipscombe really call you a lowlife?" he asked. Francis nodded "If I may your majesty?" he asked. The king nodded intrigued at Francis's request and they both watched him get his mobile phone out and play out the entire two minute conversation between Lipscombe and himself in the lounge before. Francis turned it off and replaced the phone in his pocket, the king stared at Lipscombe who was now on a back foot realising he had been caught out. "Trying to blame Francis shows a lack of respect Lipscombe" the king informed him. The kings security detail entered "Saving your own self when I know it was you" he added. "Your majesty, I can assure you..." Lipscombe was about to say before the king cut him off. "Enough with your deceit" the king said slightly angry, "Francis you may leave" he said. Francis bowed and walked out "You have one hour to clear your belongings and leave" the king said. "Your majesty?" Lipscome asked in shock, "I don't understand what is happening". "Lipscombe you are removed from your position immediately" he king informed him clearly. The security detail moved standing by the side of Lipscombe and took him out to his rooms, there they stood guard whilst he packed then remaining by his side until he stepped in to the waiting car just as the Governor Premier's car arrived. The governor stopped Lipscombe reminding him of his legal obligation to remain quiet now he was no longer part of the royal household, the way Steven said it was a clear warning that Lipscombe understood. His entire life, everything he knew had been swept from under him Alex and Artem were at the coconut shy trying to win a coconut when a person stood next to them and threw one ball knocking the coconut clean off the holder. "Nice throw" Alex said turning to the guy, "Jackson!" he screamed hugging him hard. "I thought you were never coming back!" Alex said completely overwhelmed to see him. "Nice to see you your highness" Jackson replied, "Artem good to see you man" he said. Artem shook hands with Jackson "Seems like you have been away for ages". "There you are!" Alden said wrapping his arms around Alex who laughed but also looked around. "Don't worry they are having afternoon tea" Alden said figuring Alex was looking for Andreas. Alden turned to his tattooed protection officer "Nick take Liam off and chill him out" he said. Nick nodded and disappeared with Liam, "Liam is a stickler!" Alden said, "What are we doing?". "You want to join us?" Alex asked then looking a little shocked as Alden nodded. "Of course I do" Alden said just as Francis caught up with them. "You are back, everything alright?" Alex asked, "You didn't ring me I was worried!". "Everything is fine, can't say the same for Lipscombe though" Francis informed them. Alden looked at Francis "What is going on?" he asked looking all confused. "Long story bro, I will tell you later" Alex said turning to Francis, "You sure you are okay?". Francis chuckled "Yes good thing I was prepared" he said, "Your highness" he said to Alden bowing. "Cut it out Francis" Alex said pushing him slightly, "No protocol this weekend at all!". Alex had them walking all around until he saw the apricot jam sign and headed straight in to the tent with the others in tow. Making light work of tasting this years offering Alex felt like he was in heaven licking his jammy finger and talking to Elspeth who made the jam. Suddenly he appeared, the young boy had grown in to a strapping teenager who was now 18 year old, rough looking with unkept hair he was almost the spitting image of Marty apart his outdoor appearance. Clearly the young lad was working on the farm his parents had. He towered over Alex by a couple of inches, his ripped shorts showed the muscles in his legs off beautifully. Yet weirdly he had retained the baby face Alex remembered from years back, only now he had grown in to it and made him drop dead gorgeous to look at. "You remember my son your highness?" Elspeth asked bringing Alex back from his trance. Alex smiled "Of course but you were much shorter. Tom isn't it?" he asked. Tom nodded "Alright your highness" he said bowing over from his chest. "Manners!" Elspeth called to son looking ashamed, "I am so sorry your highness". Alex laughed then turned to Elspeth "Can you provide us with... err... 20 jars?" he asked. "Of course your highness" Elspeth responded, "I will have Tom drop them off tomorrow". "Excellent, please ask for me when you arrive at the palace Tom" Alex said. "Sure thing" Tom replied, "err your highness" he added fixing his gaze on Alex mulling him over. "One other thing Elspeth" Alex said handing the rolled up paper to her. She took it "What is it your highness?" Elspeth asked undoing the ribbon. "A royal warrant, you are now officially a supplier to the royal family" Alex replied smiling. Elspeth was so overwhelmed never expecting such an honour "Oh dear I am lost for words". Alex laughed "You can put the warrant on your labels if you wish" he added. "Cool mum, we can charge more for it now" Tom said nodding in thanks to Alex. "Not to us though!" Alex was quick to say making Tom laugh that lit up his face. They walked out having had a fair amount of Jam, Artem and Alden both saw it and Francis was loitering behind trying to steal a few more glimpses at Tom. They waited before ribbing the hell out of Alex and his flirting with Tom who evidentially was well in to it as well. The rest of the afternoon and early evening had been an eye opener for Alden, seeing his brother so chilled out in the company of Artem and Francis. It was like they had been friends for years and they treated Alex like one of their own and not afraid to make him the butt of their jokes which was pretty often. Alden felt a sense of freedom without Elethera hanging on to him constantly and enjoyed spending the time avoiding her and Andreas. Francis stood staring besotted by one of the men at the local meat produce stall, Artem was looking around and Alex was staring at Francis giggling to himself when he was tapped on the shoulder and he turned around. "Your highness" Tom said bowing, "I wanted to thank you for what you did" he said. "Your welcome, it was about time she received the warrant" Alex replied staring in his eyes. Tom smiled "Mother is all dizzy wanting to replace all the labels right now!" he exclaimed. Alex laughed "Sorry I didn't mean to add more work" he replied, "So you work on the farm?". "Yeah, only until I find a job" Tom replied, "Applied here for a vacancy but nothing". "Oh right" Alex said, "It is not for everyone Tom, hard word and all that" Alex informed him. Tom nodded "I figured that, working in the Balenciaga Palace is my dream" he said gazing off. "Oh and I have this for you, made two days ago" Tom said producing a jar of jam. He held the jar out to Alex looking directly in his eyes, Alex raised his hand to take the jar and felt Tom's fingers deliberately and slowly brushing against his. It was a calculated and intending move on Tom's part, several years having a crush on the prince and today he was feeling more stimulated than ever brushing his fingers hoping it was enough of a play. It was a long shot but Tom already was active around the gay scene in Balenciaga and sort of knew what he was doing. Alex could sense Tom was clearly coming on to him and he twisted the label around in his fingers and looked down. Tom's fingers were still touching his as he forced the jar upside down revealing a mobile number underneath. Alex chuckled for a moment seeing the number then looked up at Tom. "That is brave" he said, "Does your mother know you do that?" Alex asked quietly. "You coming out made it a whole lot easier for me" Tom replied, "I kind of owe you a lot". Tom bowed his head removing his fingers and winked at Alex "Until next time" he said. Alex watched him take a few steps back "Tomorrow when you drop off the Jam" he reminded him. Tom smiled so bewitchingly it gave Alex a knee trembling moment "Of course, your highness". Alex watched him disappear back in the crowd "What was all that about?" Artem asked. "Tom the jam man just came on to me big time" Alex said glancing at Artem showing him the number. "Whose number is that?" Francis asked leaning over Alex's shoulder. Artem chuckled "The young guy from the jam stall" he informed Francis. Francis nodded "Dam just because you are the prince they all flirt with you!" he said. "That and I am a catch" Alex replied grinning. "Yeah suppose you are" Francis said agreeing, "Hope you are going to use the number!". Alex shrugged unsure weather to or not "I fucking would, anytime" Francis added. "You are just too easy" Artem said smirking, "Ouch!" he cried out as Francis punched him lightly. "Pack it in girls, you are ruining my reputation cat fighting" Alex cheekily said walking off. By the time they returned inside the palace it was dark and the fayre was slowly winding down for the day. Buzzing from all the excitement they entered the lounge and found Elethera and Andreas looking quite upset at having been left for the afternoon and having to mix with household staff. Nick and Liam entered carrying a case of red wine that was locally produced and happily cracked open several bottles for everyone to enjoy. Alden reluctantly joined Elethera and Andreas who was clearly observing Alex sat out of the way with Francis and Artem, he watched as Liam walked over handing a glass to Alex and sitting down in their little group. Alex had already downed a few glasses trying all the different wines available around the fayre and felt like he needed some air to clear his head. "Where are you going?" Liam asked clearly a little tipsy as well. Alex chuckled "Away from you, I know what you are like after drinking red wine" he stated. Liam grinned broadly and without thinking he opened his mouth "You enjoyed it though". Francis's mouth fell open "You never complained when I had you" Liam said sipping his wine. "Yeah I think you have had enough wine" Artem said taking the glass from Liam. "I need some air guys" Alex said heading towards the terrace doors feeling his face go hot. Francis stared in disbelief at Liam "You did him then?" he asked sitting next to Liam. Liam grinned "No comment!" he replied, "Of course I did" he then said laughing. Artem arrived back with coffee "Come on Liam you need to sober up you are on duty remember". "Blah!" Liam said accepting the mug of coffee "Alex is okay here in the palace" he said. Unknown to them Andreas stood excusing himself to get some air and traced Alex's footsteps a few minutes after. Alex as usual had his palace phone on him and secured it in his pocket as he walked across the lawn around the palace to the paddock that was empty, there was just enough warmth in the September night air to keep the chill off as he crossed in to the stable yard and saw Marty closing the stable doors up. "Hey Marty!" Alex called out, "Need a hand?" he asked offering to help him. Marty turned and smiled "You come for a booty call?" he asked latching Brandy's door shut. "No Marty, out for a walk to clear my head" Alex replied standing there watching him. Marty nodded "I have a flask of coffee in the barn if you fancy" he offered. "Sure" Alex replied, "No sex though" he insisted looking serious. Marty smirked "I am not a complete monster Alex I can be civil" he replied. Marty latched the last stable door shut and walked across the yard with Alex disappearing in to the barn. Andreas watched them go out of view then crossed over to the barn, his cock already stirring in to an erection desperately wanting to get his hands on and his cock in Prince Alexander. The closer he got he could hear laughter from the barn and peering inside he saw Alex sat on a hay bale engrossed in conversation with the stable hand. Andreas pushed the door open and walked in to the barn full of his own self importance and arrogance. Alex looked over startled at someone's appearance "Oh it's you, what do you want?" he asked. "That is now way to address the sovereign prince" Andreas said standing there. Marty stood "Your highness" he said bowing his head. Andreas looked at him "Get out" he commanded. "No Marty, you stay" Alex replied standing up, "You get out you are not welcome here" he said. Andreas chuckled "Fucking spare, think you can lord it up over me?" he said stepping towards Alex. Marty jumped in front of Alex "I think he asked you to leave!" he exclaimed. "How dare you address me" Andreas said, "Move, the prince and I have some unfinished business". Marty folded his arms "Make me!" he said standing up to Andreas. Alex pulled Marty back "No don't Marty he is a nutcase" he said panicking a bit. "Do as he says" Andreas said pushing Marty aside with some force sending him over a hay bale. Andreas rounded on Alex grabbing hold and dragging him over to another hay bale. Suddenly his training with Liam kicked in and shifting his body weight he flung Andreas over on to his back. Marty regained his footing and grabbed Alex's arm to get him out of the way but not before Andreas was back on his feet and struck Alex hard across the face sending him to the floor dazed and confused. Marty punched Andreas in the stomach hard winding him but Andreas was also trained to protect himself if required. His hand grabbed Marty by the throat delivering several punches whilst choking him. Alex rubbed his shoulder that was now hurting, dazed but coming to his senses he realised there was no way of beating Andreas. Seeing the commotion he grabbed his phone from his pocket and hit the emergency button and the response 'code sent' flashed on his screen. Alex stood shouting at Andreas to leave him alone then lunched himself at Andreas raining punches down on the sovereign prince until he let go of Marty's throat who collapsed to the ground half conscious gasping for air, blood seeping slowly from his nose and mouth. The alert on his phone freaked Liam out who jumped up, Nick looked at his phone that was sounding the alarm as well and punched in the code from the sending phone, the app opened pining the location of Alex, 'Barn' he shouted at Liam as two other protection officers came bursting through the lounge at speed. Alden was also hot on their trail. The palace went in to immediate lockdown and armed guards suddenly started appearing like magic at all entrances to the palace, inside the rounded the staff and guests up. The royal family located and moved to internal rooms since no one knew what the emergency was. The king, queen and dowager queen panicking not knowing where Alden and Alex were. Andreas grabbed Alex's by the throat, the force instantly cutting his air supply off then delivering several hard slaps across his face adding to his partly dazed state he was in. He could hear Andreas sniggering through the ringing in his ears and sharp stings, his body flung to the floor helpless to think straight. Andreas was on him in a flash aggressively twisting Alex's body over 'This time I get to enjoy you princess' he snarled slapping Alex hard several times on his head again. Marty managed to steady his breathing and tried standing up then saw the door to the barn burst open with Liam gunning straight for where Alex was pinned under Andreas. He had never seen them in protective mode before and the speed with frightening as Liam raced across, Andreas turned his head to look before he felt the foot of Liam making contact with his ribs sending him flying off Alex. Without even stopping Liam immediately picked Alex up and ran out of the barn back to the palace as armed guards appeared surrounding Andreas. Nick went straight over to check on Marty and called the two other protection officers to take him to the palace and get medical treatment. Andreas was getting to his feet holding his rib cage in pain 'Glad you made it in time' he said looking at Nick but soon realised that he was aiming at him, the punch knocked Andreas several feet back against a hay bale, Nick then grabbed him twisting his arm behind his back 'Get the fuck off of me' Andreas protested. Alden appeared at the barn door looking angrily at Andreas. "Alden, there has been a mistake here" Andreas said, "Tell them who I am!" he demanded. "Nick let go of him and wait outside" Alden said but Nick looked unsure at first, "2 minutes". Nick nodded and let go leaving the barn "You can't help yourself can you?" Alden said to Andreas. Andreas sauntered over to Alden despite the pain "What do you mean?" he asked holding his ribs. "You fucking know" Alden said looking even more angry, Andreas pushed Alden. Alden smirked at him "You will never touch my brother again!" he exclaimed. Nick stood there and could hear the grunts of a fist making contact with skin and bone, it was quick and Alden walked outside of the barn rubbing his fist. Alden walked back outside rubbing his fist claiming that Andreas had slipped over. Nick smirked and walked inside grabbing Andreas by one leg and dragging him like that all the way to the place ignoring the pleas and cried from the pain. Confusion reigned in the palace until Scott appeared telling them that Alex hit the panic alarm and is now safe with Alden. The alert was stood down with the king and queen were briefed quickly and they both walked in to the lounge looking for Alden and Alex. Liam entered in the kitchen and put Alex down in a chair just as his parents came rushing in, Liam explained everything he saw them this was Andreas's doing and he tried to sexually assault Alex. Alden appeared and rushed over to Alex to make sure he was okay. "Alden!" the king called, "They leave, now!" he said making it clear they were not welcome. Alden nodded "Saves me a job" he said, "I know don't shirk responsibilities" he added. Jackson appeared "Medical team are seeing to Marty now your majesty" he said walking over to Alex. "You alright your highness?" Jackson asked checking Alex over to make sure. "I am fine, a bruised ego more than anything" Alex said trying to laugh it off. The queen stood up "Do we have him arrested?" she asked looking her husband and son. "No it will cause to much publicity" Alden said with the his father agreeing. Francis appeared at the door "Can I help?" he asked as Nick appeared still dragging Andreas. "Take him and his sister to their rooms, get them packed" the king said angrily. "Francis and I will take them to their embassy" Nick offered and the king agreed. "Liam are you sober?" the king asked, "I am not judging you just answer me". "Now I am" Liam replied, "I am so sorry I shouldn't have let him out of my sight" he said. "Liam you are not expected to guard him in the palace" the king made clear. Liam nodded "A word with you outside if I may" the king said and they both left the room. "Sorry your majesty I really am" Liam apologised again looking completely distraught. "Forget it Liam, I assume you will look after Alex tonight?" the king asked. "Err..." Liam stumbled feeling completely embarrassed. The king looked sternly at him "You have my permission to do what is required" he said. Liam looked shocked "As you wish your majesty" he replied slightly confused now. "You are the only one I can trust to be with him" the king added making it clear. Liam bowed his head "Your trust is gratefully acknowledged" he replied. "What I am allowing is unorthodox, keep it discreet, and Liam don't ever hurt him!" the king added. Liam bowed and left the room slightly embarrassed and expecting more a dressing down from the king but as he explained in the security of the palace protection officers were not generally required. Alex watched from the bedroom window his body shaking with his nerves shot to pieces, Andreas was still hand cuffed getting in to the car with Nick and Francis. Hopefully this would be the last time he would ever see Andreas yet the sight of him still unleashed a wave of nausea, the brutalness of his attack on both Marty and himself resonated in his head. Liam walked up behind Alex gently wrapping his arms around him in comfort. "Come on you need some rest" he said kindly taking Alex to bed. Alex stopped "How is Marty?" he asked turning in his arms to face him. Liam kissed him on the head "He is okay the medics are looking after him down the hallway". "Okay, I guess you want to go see him" Liam said second guessing Alex who nodded. They walked in to the bedroom and Marty faintly smiled seeing Alex "Hey you" he croaked. Alex sat on the bed looking at him "I am sorry for getting you in this mess" he said. Marty looked at him "You didn't Alex, I am sorry I couldn't protect you adequately" he replied. Alex half smiled "You did pretty well Marty, I told you he was a nutcase". "Yeah" Marty croaked, "Did a right number on my throat nearly killing me" he joked. Alex wiped his eyes unable to stop them welling up "Thank you for protecting me" he said. Marty indicated for Alex to come closer "No one touches my property" he whispered. Alex sniggered "Who said I am your property" he whispered back. "You know you are!" Marty replied smiling at him. Marty reached over touching Alex's hand wincing slightly from the pain in his abdomen where he fell. Liam watched their interaction realising that that there was something more than sex between them, it was a genuine fondness for each other that friends have. Alex wiped his eyes again and stood then leant over and kissed Marty on the head 'I will come and see you in the morning' he said wishing him good night then turning to leave allowing the medic to administer some pain killers. They walked in silence back to the Liam's bedroom and he instantly took Alex in his arms hugging him.

Part 19 - Lakeside Buttock Whipping Francis ran down the stairs doing up his uniform, he was on breakfast duty and certainly should not have drunk so much at the dinner party. He knew Lipscombe would be there ready to berate him again as soon as he entered the large kitchen. At 23 Francis had been a footman for 1 year and only recently had he been promoted from assistant footman to footman, he was a sturdy athletic build with ample muscle and stood six feet with blond hair and weirdly brown eyes. As a keen fitness fanatic he was often found swimming in the pool or running around the estate when not on duty. Being gay he was quite open about his sexuality and had chased Jackson around the palace trying to get him in bed, having given up chasing him, Jackson was the one who got worried and started chasing Francis who in turn played hard to get teaching Jackson a lesson. Francis rushed in to the kitchen only two minutes late and Lipscombe was already standing there looking at his watch before he started barking angrily at Francis for being late. The months that passed since he started he had liked Lipscombe but he soon found out he was obnoxious and not very friendly leading to Francis taking a dislike to him. He nodded and kept his mouth shut knowing Lipscombe would get over it in a few minutes and be all nice to him again. He busied himself in the family dining room preparing the table and putting the coffee pots down just as the king and queen walked in dead on 8am for breakfast. Usual courtesy prevailed when they entered the room and Francis bowed addressing them both by their royal titles, from now he could refer to them as sir and mam in the less formal manner. Alex sat on the edge of his bed feeling worse for wear sipping his coffee that Artem would still deliver without fail. Feeling a bit more human he grabbed some shorts and a t-shirt then looked out of the window, it was a beautiful September day and he decided that after lunch he would go for a ride down to the lake and sit there peacefully for a few hours with a book to read and swim. Alex rubbed the sore spot on his thigh and glanced down at it, the redness looked even brighter this morning and he chuckled away to himself at the reminder. His father was busy for the next two days and had promised at the weekend they would go riding and swimming in the morning before the Greenacres country fayre. Alex had forgot all about this event which was held in the expansive grounds to the front of the palace where the locals were invited to a traditional harvest fair full of cakes, jams and other artisan products all locally made, it was a very popular annual event. People from all the surrounding villages and nearby town of Kinshale would descend on the palace and a chance to meet and talk to the royal family. Alex wandered through the palace towards the dining room he noticed that the marquees were already being erected along with the stalls. Suddenly his mouth watered remembering that one stall holder made the most amazing apricot jam, racking his brains as he walked trying to remember the ladies name and her teenage son that always accompanied her. The footman bowed 'Good morning your royal highness' he said opening the door to the family dining room. Alex replied and smiled walking in to see his mother and father already mid way through their breakfast. Francis put down the coffee pot "Your highness good morning" he said pulling a chair out for Alex. "Good morning err..." Alex said not sure of his name. "Francis" his mother said helping him out, "Good morning Alex" his mother and father said as he sat. "Sorry good morning Francis" Alex said politely paying slightly more interest in the footman. Francis smiled at him "What would like for breakfast sir?" he asked. "Oh... yoghurt and fruit oh and coffee please Francis, plenty of coffee" Alex replied. Alex discreetly watched Francis "What are your plans today Alex?" his mother asked. "Exercise in the pool then I may go riding to the lake" he replied. The queen nodded "Who is the lady that does the apricot jam?" Alex suddenly asked. His mother laughed "Goodness Alex I am not sure, she comes from Woodvale village though". "Ah yes" his father said looking up at them, "We must secure several jars of it this year". Alex looked curiously at his father "Why has she not been given a royal warrant?" he asked. The king looked at Alex "Oh, I never thought of that" he replied mulling it over. "Well we eat her jam when here, so technically she supplies the palace" Alex said. The king sat there tapping his chin "Well why don't you present her with one" he said to Alex. His mother laughed "Then the price will shoot up and you two will have to cut back on it". "No chance" the king replied laughing, "I have some warrant papers in my office Alex". "Right" Alex said looking at them both, "What do I do?" he asked. The king explained that Alex would need to obtain her proper details, complete the warrant order and then invite her to the palace to present it to her, from then she would be able to use the royal crest on the labels. Alex went with his father to quickly look over the paperwork then returned to his bedroom to change and go for a swim. Francis finished clearing breakfast away then grabbed something quick in the kitchen sitting in the kitchen staff dining room hidden from Lispcombe until tomorrow morning. After a quick change he walked through the servants corridor to the pool terrace and out in the blazing sunshine, he noticed one person in the pool busy swimming lengths and only when they turned at the far end of the pool and headed in his direction did he notice it was Prince Alexander. Unsure if he should go in the pool with a member of the royal family he was about to leave when Alex spoke. "You going already, you haven't even swam yet?" Alex called out to him. Francis turned "Apologies I didn't know you was going to be here" he replied bowing his head. "Don't be silly you know you can use the pool" Alex said swimming around in circles. Francis smiled and took off his shirt and shorts laying them on the sunbed "Thanks err..." "Alex" Alex said, "You can call me Alex" he said kindly. "Alex" Francis said smiling again, Alex though was preoccupied by his fine athletic build. Suddenly he noticed the red welts on this thigh "That looks like it hurts" Alex said. Francis blushed and looked down at his thigh "No it is okay, just a little accident" he said. Alex chuckled looking him in the eyes "Looks like a mark from a riding crop" he said. "Really!" Francis replied in shock and going even redder in the face. Alex swam over to the side and hoisted himself out of the pool "I should know I got one as well". Alex showed Francis his red mark from the riding crop "How did you get that?" Francis asked. Alex got back in the pool "Probably the same way you got yours" he replied smirking. Francis dived in and surfaced close to Alex "I was playing horsey" he said cryptically. Alex giggled and floated on his back "You mean you was getting ridden like a horse" he said. Francis swam closer "Did you make a lot of noise, is that why you got whipped?" Francis asked. Alex smiled "Not really I think he just wanted to break me in" he replied flipping on to his front. "I think he seduced and took advantage of me" Alex said then burst out laughing. Francis chuckled "It was his voice and looks that made me crumble at the knees" he said. Alex dived under the water then surfaced looking at Francis "Our secret?" he asked. "Totally" Francis replied nodding, "I don't want people knowing the stable hand had me". Alex nodded slowly "So it was you I caught tied to the saddle rack then?" he asked. Francis winked "That was one of many positions he got me in to" he said smirking happily. Alex laughed "Come on swim with me" he said swimming off. Francis swam after the prince easily catching him up then they both slowed down in to a steady swim chatting away like old friends. Alex loved learning all about Francis as they swam up and down the pool enjoying the late summer weather now the humidity had dropped a little. Alex coming to a stop after realising he had done over twenty laps and needed to catch his breath and rest his limbs. Francis swam two more then stopped by Alex just as Artem and Liam appeared dressed for a day of sunbathing and carrying lotion and water. "Well look who it is Liam" Artem said putting his things down on a sunbed. Alex glanced at Francis and smirked "Haven't seen you like that since Mauritius" he said to Liam. "Dam that is one fit guy" Francis said quietly with his mouth opening watching Liam. Liam glanced over "I can hear you Francis" he said smiling, "How is your head?" he asked. "Fine" Francis replied, "Tired and 2 minutes late for work and got a bollocking off Lipscombe". "Was you trying to get him drunk Liam?" Alex asked grinning at him. Liam stuck two fingers up at Alex "Thick as thieves these two" Alex said to Francis. Francis chuckled "Reckon they are doing it on the quiet" he said quite loudly. "Two straight men trying to bonk each other" Alex replied laughing hard and bumping Francis. "Ignore them Artem" Liam said, "They are jealous they don't look as hot as us" he said. "Definitely in love with each other" Francis said and Artem stood there shaking his head smiling. "Good thing I like you Francis or there would be hell to pay" Liam said with Artem agreeing. Liam and Artem dived in to the pool whilst Liam went off swimming Artem stood there giving back to Alex and Francis until two more household staff arrived to sunbathe. Peace eventually ensued as they relaxed. Francis disappeared just after lunch for a run and Alex headed off to the stable with a book where Gary prepped his horse, Alex had a good look around but Marty was no where to be seen. Heading off he took a gentle ride across the estate then down through the dell to the lake side where he sat on the bank reading his book. The humidity of the late summer rose sharply in the afternoon and Alex checked no one was around before stripping naked then going off the small jetty diving in to the lake. The cool water refreshing his body instantly and felt amazing, then from the corner of his eye he spotted movement and turned in the direction. There was Francis wearing a baseball cap, shorts and trainers running around the banks of the lake in his direction. Even from this distance he would see the glistening sweat shining off his body in the sunlight. Alex waved and Francis turned his head and waved back still running until he reached the jetty close to Alex. He took a swig from his water bottle and stripped off then ran along the jetty and dived in to the cold water. "Man I needed that" Francis said surfacing and sighing in pleasure. "How far did you run?" Alex asked swimming towards him. Francis dipped his head under the water again "About 5 miles" he replied, "So humid again". "Gentle swim?" Alex suggested and Francis nodded. "You are so like your brother, except he doesn't get horse whipped by the stable hand" Francis said. Alex burst out laughing "In what way are we alike?" he asked curiously. "Prince Alden is nice and always chats, just like you, but you are more chilled" Francis replied. Francis stopped "So what is it like having Artem and Liam around all the time?" he asked. Alex stopped and looked at him "We have a very trusting relationship" he said. "They treat me normally when in private" Alex added, "No formality if you get my meaning". "Yes" Francis said, "Is it nice to have that bit of normality then?" he asked. Alex nodded and swam a little more, unknown to them both Marty had ridden down the dell on Brandy and spotted Alex and Francis swimming in the lake, the opportunity was to good to pass he thought dismounting quietly and walking along the jetty. "You two comparing notes?" Marty called out taking them both by surprise. Alex waded forward "Now why would be comparing notes?" he asked pretending he didn't know. Marty laughed "Barn 5pm and I will tie you both to the saddle rack" he said arrogantly. Francis edged forward "No riding crop" he whispered to Alex. Alex smiled "How about we get out and take advantage of you right now" he said moving forward. "By the time you get out I will take your clothes and ride off" Marty replied confidently. "Both of you" he added, "Leave you naked by the lake" Marty said in his deep voice. Alex and Francis looked at each other both of them figuring it would probably be best not to cross Marty otherwise they would suffer the consequences. Marty instead sat on the end of the jetty watching the prince and footman swimming around until they had finished and climbed out. Marty walked back to Brandy and collected his riding crop and strode over to them both indicating for them both to bend over. They both chuckled and held hands bending over hearing the swoosh of riding crop before it fell on the left buttock of Francis, he yelped with tears appearing in his eyes from the sharp sting and burning. Swoosh in the air then contacting with Alex's right buttock. Alex bit his lip but still cried out gripping Francis's hand harder before Marty told them to stand and face him. The uncontrollable need to look him in the eye and that devilish face had them both obeying instantly. Marty smirked and leaned in to kiss Francis deep making his knees buckle until he fell down, he turned to Alex and kissed him hard forcing Alex's knees to buckle and fall down next to Francis. Marty stood looking down at his two boys looking up at him, he smirked then turned around mounting Brandy and trotting off back up the dell. "How does he do that?" Francis asked still all flustered and partly confused. Alex stared at Marty ascending the dell until his disappeared "His arrogance and looks". Francis looked at Alex "Can't explain Francis, he just has it, what ever it is" Alex said. "Yeah I can see by your cock" Francis said then looked at his own, "Mine to". Alex glanced at Francis "I can't go to the barn today my thigh still hurts" he said rubbing it. Francis nodded "Takes a few days and now my arse cheek is sore" he said laughing. It was the way Francis looked at Alex making eye contact "Sort each other out?" Alex suggested. Francis smirked and quickly raised his hand putting is behind Alex's head pushing him down to his cock. He was prepared and quickly engulfed the seven inch cock in his mouth, his tongue moving the foreskin back revealing the saltiness of the precum Francis already had produced and the freshness of the lake water. Alex moaned softly feeling his hand move down his back and over his arse, one finger tracing between his cheeks until it rubbed against his hole. Francis removed his finger and laid down shuffling on his side urging Alex to move forward. His fingers gripped harder on Francis's arse as he felt the warm silkiness of the mouth taking his own cock all the way down in one movement then back up. There was no rushing as they both took their time enjoying an unhurried relaxed pace working each other, apart from Danbury munching on grass the only sound was the occasional gag, slurp and deep moan from their chests. For Alex he found Francis quiet unassumingly sexy and loved his athletic build that suited the guy down to the ground. Francis could already feel his orgasm growing at the mouth expertly working his cock, the tell tell signs of more precum and the gradual moving of his hips that started to quicken. The movements exciting Alex who was himself peaking feeling the cock starting to pulse moving faster and rapidly hitting the back of his throat, softly he moaned and closed his eyes enjoying the sensation in his own cock then pushing his hips forward holding his body still. The rampant strength of his ejaculation quickly fired several ribbons of cum in to Francis's mouth before even realising he was in orgasm mode, it was so sublime his body relaxed acting like it was totally natural. Francis closed his eyes as the cum flooded in to his mouth triggering his own orgasm, his leg swung over Alex's head holding his head still and firmly in place as he unleashed a hefty quantity of cum that easily filled Alex's mouth. His finger found Francis's hole and he massaged the rim of it gently, his action causing Francis to push his cock forward and his leg to tremble, Alex gagged several times trying to keep his mouth closed but his gagging caused him to splutter the cum out. Francis removed his leg and flopped on to his back sighing succinctly his hand caressing his still erect cock. Alex rolled on to his back staring up at the sky giggling softly more so to himself, Francis turned his head and glanced at the prince and seeing him like this he looked incredibly sexy. With diligence he moved his hand and touched the the bare chest of Alex, in turn he raised his own hand and entwinned his fingers with Francis. "Can I ask you a question?" Alex asked turning his head to face Francis who nodded. "Is it normal to keep wanting sex?" Alex asked, "I mean I just keep wanting it" he added. Francis smiled "I have never thought about it like that" he replied, "I suppose it is attraction". "What do you mean?" Alex asked rolling on to his side and stroking Francis's chest. "Men" Francis said, "A gay man is naturally attracted to other men and wants sex" he suggested. Francis sighed "Really I have no idea, men just turn me on when they get close" he said. Alex nodded "Yeah I get that" he said, "And I am still exploring being gay" he added. Francis rolled on to his side facing Alex "Can I kiss you?" he asked softly. Alex smiled and leaned forward until their lips touched tenderly and their mouths parted exploring each other with their kissing. It was only suppose to be a kiss but it progressed with their wrapping around each other intensifying the kissing. Rolling on top of each other in the grassy banks of the lake forgetting about the world around them. Right now it was the two of them and that was all that mattered. Alex suddenly pulled away "I am sorry" he said apologising profusely. Francis sat up "About what?" he asked looking concerned. "I like you Francis but this could get dangerous, I have no control over my emotions" he explained. Francis nodded "You mean if you develop feelings for me?" he asked, "Footman and prince". Alex nodded "It could jeopardise your position in the palace" he said being concerned for him. Alex stood up "Fuck you are sexy Francis, fuck!, fuck!, fuck it!" he shouted. Francis stood grabbing Alex and kissing him again quite aggressively this time "Sexy" he said. Alex stood grinning "I understand nothing can come of us Alex" Francis said putting his shorts on. Alex started dressing "As long as you do understand, I would like to do this again with you". Francis looked up and smiled "I will be discreet" he said. "Come on" Alex said, "You can sit behind me and we ride back to the palace" he suggested. Francis looked a little uneasy "I don't know not been on one before" he said nervously. "Wear my hat, we will go slowly and hold on tight" Alex said helping Francis on to Danbury. "Shit" Francis said, "Not sure Alex. I might play with your cock" he said laughing. Alex smiled and looked over his shoulder at Francis "I don't mind if you do" he said winking. Francis kissed him on the neck "My fucking arse cheek is hurting sitting like this" he said. "Mine too" Alex said laughing. Alex guided Danbury along the shore going the long way round rather than up through the dell, chatting happily to each other non stop all the way back to the stables. Francis had his arms wrapped around Alex quite tightly who was getting an immense buzz of pleasure being close to him in this manner. After an hour of riding Danbury came to a stop by the paddock and Francis dismounted losing his footing and landing on his arse laughing loudly in the process, he admired how effortlssly Alex dismounted with perfectly then put Danbury in the paddock and the saddle over the paddock fence. Helping Francis back to his feet they both leaned on the paddock fence and watched Danbury getting a drink. "That was quite exhilarating" Francis said, "Never been on a horse before". Alex smiled as Danbury walked back towards them "Do you want me to teach you to ride?" he asked. Francis looked at Alex a little unsure at first "Actually yes, I would like that your highness". "Francis call me Alex in private and drop the protocol" Alex said glancing at him. "Thank you" Francis he replied, "If the situation was different I would love you as a friend". Alex looked at him "Don't let this stand in our way Francis, I would like you as a friend" he said. Francis chuckled "We have got one thing in common already" he said reminding Alex who laughed. "Yeah better we don't let on about that or what we did at the lake" Alex said grinning. Alex put his arm over Francis's shoulder "You going back for seconds?" Francis asked. "No" Alex said shaking his head, "We was amazing but not ready for round two with him". Alex glanced at Francis "No" Francis replied, "Let him fester a bit, I am not that easy". "Hmm" Alex said grinning again, "That's not what I discovered at the lake" he said teasingly. "Oh really!" Francis replied, "You were just as easy, probably way too easy and eager". "Fuck you!" Alex said laughing trying to get Francis in a headlock. All of sudden the two of them began play fighting and wrestling each other to the ground rolling around on the grass getting stains all over their clothes and skin. The laughter coming from both of them filled the air around the paddock. Francis got on top and rubbed Alex's face in the grass 'Eat grass' he said mockingly before Alex managed to push Francis off, his face streaked with tears laughing his head off uncontrollably as he gained the upper hand and did the same to Francis. The dowager queen arrived at the paddock on her horse and knew the laughter was her grandson, a noise she hadn't heard since he went off to military school. "Alexander!" a voice called out from a few meters away, "Are you all right?" his grandmother asked. Francis jumped up to his feet with Alex grabbing on to his leg "Your majesty" he said bowing. "Help me down if you will" the dowager queen asked summoning him. Francis quickly walked over after Alex let go of him and she dismounted "Hands are dirty" she said. "I do apologise mam" he said looking down and hearing Alex still laughing away trying to stand up. "Well?" the dowager queen asked, "Were you winning?". Francis looked up "I believe so mam" he replied uncertain what to make of this. "Word of warning, he is taking lessons from his protection officer" she said winking at him. Francis smiled "Thank you for the warning mam, I shall remember that". Alex walked up to his grandmother and bowed then kissed her on the cheek "Hi granny". "Is that all you have to say for yourself Alexander, look at you!" she said holding a smile back. Then she turned to Francis "And you, how am I suppose to look at you at breakfast tomorrow?". "Your majesty I am so sorry I didn't know you were back" Marty said rushing over to the paddock. She handed the reigns to Marty "Thank you Marty brush her down please" she said. Marty bowed and glanced at Francis and Alex "She needs mucking out as well Marty" she added. "Marty" Alex called out, "Danbury will be ready to go in soon" he said. "Yes your highness" Marty replied bowing his head with a smirk that the dowager queen noticed. "That will be all Marty" she said waving her hand dismissing him. Alex watched Marty walk off "Enjoy your ride granny?" he asked casually focusing back on her. She nodded "Yes. Nice lad that Marty, dab hand with a riding crop so I understand" she said. Alex's mouth dropped open "What do you mean granny?" he finally managed to ask. "Oh, he had a liaison with one of my footmen, tied him up to the saddle rack" she advised. Francis shifted uncomfortably "Took me by surprise when he told me" she added. Alex studied her a moment "He has mischief written all over his face" he said looking at Francis. "Indeed, but a very good stable hand never the less" she said taking her gloves off. "Well I must go and freshen up. Stay out of mischief you two" she said walking off. Francis looked at Alex "Do you think she knows?" he asked. "Oh yes" Alex replied nodding, "Why do you think she used the word mischief after I said it". "Fuck!" Francis said quietly, "Will her majesty say anything?" he asked looking a little worried. "No" Alex replied, "She is alright my grandmother, she knows you have to let your hair down". Francis laughed "What about us being friends then?" he now asked. "Yeah we are good, she didn't say no and trust me she would have" Alex replied. "Come on we should go and clean up as well" Alex suggested, "I am not done fighting you though". "Bring it on Alex" Francis replied happily, "I will be ready for you when ever". Alex scoffed and smiled "Challenge accepted!" he said as they laughed walking off. Avoiding the stable yard they both walked around the buildings back up the short pathway to the palace, their plan was to go via the pool terrace and in to the servants entrance to avoid making a mess in the palace rooms. Their idea in principal was good considering they thought no one would still be by the pool as it was getting late. Coming through the large wooden gate shielding the pool terrace they were surprised to see the majority of the household staff playing water polo, or attempting to. All eyes suddenly turned to Alex and Francis, covered in grass stains and dishevelled beyond belief a deathly silence fell and Liam swaggered across the terrace holding a plastic cup of beer that he was drinking. The staff in the pool all laughed then quickly turned back to their game. "What the fuck have you two been doing?" Liam asked quietly not to be overheard. Alex held his hand out for the cup and Liam handed it to him "We had a fight at the paddock". Francis laughed and Alex handed him the cup of beer "Dowager Queen interrupted us" Francis added. "Don't worry Liam" Alex said assuring him, "We were play fighting and Francis is my new friend". Liam grabbed his cup back before Francis finished it "No poking my prince!" he warned Francis. "Too late" Alex replied smirking, "No honestly we didn't" Alex cried out. Liam picked him up so easily then dumped him in the pool "You will pay for that!" he called out. Liam laughed loudly amused before Francis called out "Liam!" with an annoyed look. "Oh you are not immune either" Liam said wrapping his arms quickly around Francis lifting him up. "Liam no!" Francis cried out just before he was released in to the pool next to Alex. It took several minutes before every one in the pool stopped laughing and they got bored going back to their game and trying to pick up where they left off. Francis climbed out of the pool then helped Alex out, sopping wet in their clothes they went on the hunt for Liam who saw them heading in his direction and darted off inside the palace.

Any updates on taking your roommate's cum loads?

First off, I simply love your mentality. I love the disgrace and deception that you take pleasure in. Its intoxicating at the least, and just reading your words makes me shake - thats how much my horniness overtakes me. I've been cheated on multiple times in two different relationships. The first was an overly piggy partner, we were both in our early 20s, and the amount of cheating, the type of cheating, was madness. While he was wild in the bedroom with me, what I found out he was doing behind my back, much later on, was monstrous. While I had a kinky side at that time, it was pretty much just fantasy, and I was very big into monogamy (go figure) and therefore me finding out about what he had done was devastating to the core. I was concerned since he had started using drugs, and i knew there was some unprotected sex, but I was just more concerned with the deception and the hardcore nature of it. He ended up leaving me at 23 to be with a 70 year old, and while I'm sure there were gold digger purposes to it, in the end, he was nasty, and he loved the age difference (I ended up finding out) and it brought him sincere pleasure sleeping with the oldest of men. That relationship devastated me to the core. I eventually found a much quieter, more well-put together guy, and experienced a pretty mundane and monogamous relationship with him. After what i experienced with my ex, he certainly checked all the boxes for faithfulness decency. He wasn't very horny a lot of the time, and he was very vanilla. As a way to spice up our sex life (I have an absolutely insane sex drive), we started talking about threesomes, and ya know, setting all the ground rules about being open and honest, blah blah blah. I started playing around with this ultra skinny bi polar guy, he was hot, his dick was huge (im not a size queen, just saying though) and he had a much healthier sex drive. I had kissed him as hard or harder than my boyfriend, but I knew it was all lust. My bf had never gotten involved due to his lack of sex drive overall. Finally one day my bf admitted, since he had been talking to the guy this whole time via messaging apps and stuff, that he actually liked him and wanted to go on a date with him, thinking we would make a good thruple if things worked out. I was fine with that, our dinner was fine and we took him back to our place. To my knowledge at that time, it was the first time my bf and him had met. Sitting on the couch he played the "its getting kind of hot in here card" and started to strip. My bf eyed me because he know i could be uncomfortable about this, with my past relationship (yes, even though I had been with his guy a handful of times, it had always been one on one). I went for it, kissing him, and my bf immediately approached and took him from me and that part of me inside snapped as I watched them make out. We got into the bedroom quick, stripping totally, me kissing every part of his body while my bf went down on his big dick (my bf IS a size queen and a cocker sucker through and through). Normal play ensued until we all came, there was no fucking. Throughout all this however it was becoming apparently clear, even minute by minute, that I was enjoying them too together more than I was enjoying being involved. And it was specific things too - i mean i certainly had no problem watching my bf's eyes roll into the back of his head sucking that big dick, but i was more turned on seeing their arms wrap around each other, how their fingers grabbed each other, and how heavily they kissed. We didn't hook up after that for a long time. The episodes of mania that this guy went through were pretty bad, and while I wanted to see him and my bf every night in our bed together, that wasn't happening. A year or so later this guy texted me out of the blue telling me that he had had my boyfriend hundreds of times without me knowing, half of that before we all met in the threesome described above. Based on this guys mental history I kinda scoffed at it and thought nothing of it. I texted my bf saying "oh here he goes again about some BS" and my bf broke down and said it was true. Here i was on my way to work, with no face-to-face, and im hearing my bf admit that hes cheated, monstrously. He kept saying he felt really bad, etc, etc., and while I expect many of you who read this will just say thats bullshit, knowing my bf the way I do, it was partially true. Hes an overall good person in a lot of ways, sensitive, caring, etc. However, he couldn't escape this boys grasp. THAT dynamic, the good mixed with the uncontrollable lust, is what did it for me. The guy told me he never wore a condom with my bf and the amount of loads in him eclipsed absolutely anything I've ever done. My bf was texting me asking if I was mad at him, and to be honest, I wasn't even at all. I felt...pride maybe? Contentment? at the very least i was stupid horny over it. I was dying to know what was said, how they loved each other, how crazy the sex had been, but I really only did get half answers. When I got home that day I demanded my bf fuck me and tell me every single detail from every single time he had gone over there, but alas, again the half answers continued. I think in some way this was because my bf couldn’t believe I was this turned on by it, and didn’t want to get caught in some entrapping situation, and then also, its because my bf doesn’t do well with begin verbal, at least with me at least. We had the guy back over multiple times after that. I got to watch them together understanding their history much more intimately. I learned that while Im extremely horny and love sex, in the end, seeing them together, how they kissed, how they loved, how they couldn’t keep their hands off each other, was more euphoric and blissful for me than anything else. I even got to hear my boyfriend whisper lustfully that he loved him, in the midst of the sex multiple times. I took many pictures of the events, pictures I still masturbate to daily, if not multiple times a day. I watched that raw cock enter my boyfriend without any questions ask, and I watched this guy try to impregnate him like it was his only mission on earth. I didn’t interact much. I wasn’t tied up or in another room, just watching and taking pictures. I would overwhelmingly, however, middle of the sex get under my bf and start tonguing the cock of the bull who had him in his grasp, as it went in and out of my bfs hole. And I would also clean his cock once multiple loads had been inserted. I really don’t know whats gone on since then, the guy hasn’t been around, off in mania again Im sure, but who knows if they have continued to do anything. He swears he hasn’t, even though Im practically chomping at the bit to hear THAT HE HAS. Nonetheless, I guess I don’t care. I want this shy meek and mild bf of mine giving in monstrously in any way he can. I’ve come to the realization that what my ex had done to me had come full circle, whereas back then what he had done was horrible, now, it was bliss. I found myself reminiscing about my ex and how much more pleasure I could have extracted from that situation if I only felt the way I do NOW, back then. Nonetheless I agree with @twinkhunter. Cheating should be deceptive, it should be destructive, and it should ALWAYS. BE. BAREBACK. Lust is the greatest of all emotions to me, and man that are bent to its will like my bf should be revered. Since then my bf and I have been very slutty together, on SOME occasions, (again with the low sex drive thing) but if Im honest doing anything with him has about a 10% euphoria feeling to the 100% I got finding out hes cheating. Its crazy how wrapped up in it I am. I masturbate nightly thinking of watching my relationship fall apart, watching lust destroy it, watching my bf become someone elses, and I love every feeling I get from it. I certainly have no issues, in fact would love, to chat about this more. If anyone wants to chat please message me.

Part 77 - Two Plus One “Hey, you interested in finding a guy to tag together” Nick asked as he was laying on the couch flipping through profiles on his tablet. “You bored with just us fucking?” Aaron asked as he sat in the chair twisting the new nipple piercing. “Nah, I just thought it would be a fun change” Nick replied. “Got anyone in mind?” Aaron asked, feeling his cock get harder. “Yeah, theres a couple guys I saw who are looking online that seem like they might be fun” Nick answered. Aaron picked up his new tablet and started searching. Nick would show him a pic or a profile and he’d nod, but none of them really seemed to excite him. There were lots of slutty twinks and some jocks. Each time he found something to rule it out - “DD free, u b 2”, “hot guys only”, “8+ only”, “no kissing” or his favorite “takes all loads, must be neg.” Aaron was looking for someone a little different than the guys that usually posted ads - someone who got looked over but was probably a great fuck. Nick was looking for a greedy bottom and he was looking for someone vers. Nick seemed stuck on the same type of guy and Aaron wanted someone that wasn’t a cookie cutter young gay twink. “How about this guy?” Aaron asked, holding up the tablet. “Really dude? He’s just so… average” Nick replied. Aaron didn’t think so. He thought the guy was handsome with a scruffy face and his hair pulled back in a man bun. He could see bits of ink and steel that seemed to show he had an edginess to him. He was a few years older than Aaron, but that just turned him on - he liked guys a few years older than him. None of the public pics showed the good stuff so he upvoted the profile. He kept looking and found a few other guys that Nick seemed to be just as uninterested in. He got a notification that he had a message and figured it was probably Nick telling him to “look for slutty guys.” He opened it up and it was from the scruffy guy. “Hey, thx for checkin me out. hot profile” the message said. Next he got a notification that the guy's private pics had been unlocked. Aaron smiled. “Maybe since we are looking for different types of guys we should just hookup separately” Aaron told Nick. He went back to the profile and looked at the three other pics. Nick scrunched up his face and replied “That wasn’t the idea. I wanted to have fun with another guy AND YOU” emphasizing the last two words loudly. Another message came in and Aaron read it “U lookin 2 meet today?” Aaron typed back “yah, bf and I want 3rd today” It was only a few seconds later that he got a reply - “BF? dunno. never done 3way with a couple. He got a profile?” Aaron sent a reply and his cock got even stiffer as he saw the other pics. The first was a cock pic showing his 7 1/2 inch pierced cock with a bend to it. The second was his ass which had a nice shape to it and light covering of hair. The third was a pic with the guy’s bare cock halfway into a slender black guy’s ass. Aaron showed the new pics to Nick and then read off the guys profile text “5 foot 11, 180 lbs, 7.5 cut, grad student needs NSA fun to relieve stress from cranky profs and parents. Avg looking guy with a non-average sex drive and a sense of adventure. Vers. Few limits and not into vanilla. Not a slut and picky about who I meet. No quickie/pump-n-dump. Like it long, sweaty and hard.” Aaron looked at Nick after he finished and said “Whatcha think?” “I’m not sure. If we do your guy this time, then next time I get to pick” Nick replied. “He’s not sure about a three way, so there’s no meet yet. That sounds fair though” Aaron said. A message came back almost 15 minutes later. “Ur bf is poz? urs says ‘ask’ so I am.” Aaron had forgotten that Nick had put his real status in the profile and figured that this was the end of this hookup. He replied though and crossed his fingers - “poz too.” Aaron and Nick went back to looking at profiles and a short time later he got a reply. “Dunno. never fucked with a poz guy b4. I only bb. would u guys pull out?” Aaron replied “We can try but no guarantees” and held his breath. He was encouraged since the guy even replied. He had several guys ghost on him as soon as he mentioned he was poz. “I’m crazy for even thinking abt this but its got me so boned. can we all flip?” came the reply. Aaron chuckled and said to Nick “Got him.” “of course. when, where?” Aaron replied. The guy wanted some time to clean out and Aaron and Nick did the same. They showed up at the guy’s apartment and knocked on the door. The guy opened the door and stood there nervously in just a pair of jogging shorts that had a huge tent. He looked Aaron and Nick over and then said “Hey, I’m Brian. Come on in.” The guys walked into the small studio apartment and saw the guy had cleared a place in front of the couch to play. “Hi Brian, I’m Aaron and this is my boyfriend Nick. It looks like you’re ready for fun” Aaron said with a laugh. “Yeah, I’ve been so fuckin horny but there’s been no free time for a few weeks” Brian said fidgeting. Aaron pulled his shirt off and then pushed his sneakers off. Nick pulled his tank top off and dropped his shorts while kicking his shoes off. Nick moved over and kneeled in front of Brian and pulled the jogging shorts free of the hard cock. Nick looked up at Brian and said “No piercing anymore?” “Uh, no. I took it out since it usually freaks guys out that I hookup with” Brian replied, his voice clearly showing how nervous he was. “No problem for me and I don’t think Aaron minds it either” Nick said with a grin. Brian reached over to the table and picked up the 2 gauge circular barbell and unscrewed the ball on one end. He held his cock and fished the piercing through the head of his cock and screwed the ball back on. As soon as Brian let go of his cock, Nick was licking all over it and flicking his tongue over the piercing. Aaron moved next to Brian and started kissing him while letting his hand roam over Brian’s chest. Nick was sucking Brian’s cock deep and flexing his throat tight around the end of the shaft, the piercing dug into the sides of his throat but it didn’t slow him down. Brian reached down and grabbed Aaron’s wrist and pulled his hand up, looking at his forearm. “Damn, thats pretty permanent” he said as he looked closely at the biohazard tattoo. “The bug is permanent too” Aaron said with a grin. “Yeah, that’s what I’m not sure of” Brian said. There was a long pause and he then asked “You guys mind if I fuck you but swallow your loads?” “Thats not really what we were planning. I was looking to get my dick in that hot ass of yours” Aaron said. “Uh… maybe” said Brian. Nick pulled off of Brian’s hard, spit covered cock and gripped the piercing in his teeth. He tugged a couple times and then let go, turning around and pushing his ass up in the air. Brian looked down and saw Nick’s butt wiggle and couldn’t resist. He knelt down and pulled the cheeks apart and shoved his face in. Aaron got down on the floor next to Nick and offered his ass up as well. Brian moved back and forth, feasting on each fuckhole for a few minutes and then over to the other one. His tongue and fingers worked both holes open and Brian’s cock was hard and leaking precum on the carpet. Brian couldn’t take any more and crawled up and mounted the guy in front of him, which happened to be Nick. He added some spit to the end of his cock and then slowly pushed in. He watched as the piercing and the head of his cock sank inside Nick’s hole and past the outer ring. He paused a moment, not wanting to go too fast and blow his load too soon. Nick was getting impatient and shoved his ass back, firmly impaling himself on Brian’s cock. Brian let out a grunt and tried to settle himself again. He held Nick’s hips tight for a few moments and then eased up. Nick took his cue and started to fuck himself, slowly at first. A few minutes later and Brian started his own thrusts and the two were fucking into each other harder and harder. Brian grabbed Nick’s hips again and slammed in three times hard and yanked his cock out, growling and shaking his upper body and head, trying to prevent his body from orgasming. He moved over behind Aaron and leaned forward, giving a half dozen rough licks around his fuck hole. Having calmed his balls down, he stood up and took hold of Aaron’s shoulders while resting his hard, leaking cock on Aaron’s crack. Brian stroked his cock between the crack a few times and then arched his back, aiming his cock a little lower before pushing in. There was some resistance and when Aaron took a hit of poppers, his hole opened up. Brian gave a long push and half a minute later was balls deep in Aaron’s poz ass. “Fuck guys, I don’t know which of you has a better ass to fuck. They both feel fuckin’ great around my cock” Brian said while he fucked Aaron deeper and harder. Nick looked back and watched his boyfriend get drilled and slowly stroked his cock to keep it hard and ready for any chance he had to slide into Brian or Aaron. He saw the contorted looks Brian was making while fucking Aaron and knew that Brian was so horny after a dry spell that he could blow at any moment. Aaron worked his ass around Brian’s neg cock hoping to get him to shoot a load inside so that Aaron could fuck Brian’s hot ass. Brian picked up on Aaron’s plan and slowed down and pulled out, pausing several seconds before shoving back in and fucking several strokes and pulling out again. He wanted this fuck to last all afternoon and not just 30 minutes. He fucked a few strokes and pulled out a few more times and then decided he needed to take a break or he would shoot his load. When Brian didn’t push back into Aaron’s ass, Nick made his move. He rolled Brian over and pushed his legs wide. Leaning over he sucked on each of Brian’s balls and then pushed him back and started rimming his ass. Brian moaned loudly as Nick’s tongue attacked his hole. Aaron straddled Brian’s head and fed him his hard cock. Brian started sucking and licking just as energetically as he had when he was munching and fucking Nick and Aaron’s holes. Clearly he was starved for sex. Aaron leaned forward and wrapped his lips around Brian’s cock and savored the taste of precum that was leaking out of his cock. He sucked and nursed on Brian’s cock and balls while thrusting his cock into Brian’s throat. Brian started writhing around and finally pulled off of Aaron’s cock and yelled out “Slow down, I don’t want to shoot yet!” Aaron leaned back and so did Nick. Brian went from a full assault to just a cock resting against his face in a second. Nick gave him a few moments to cool down and then spit on his hole. Slowly he lowered Brian’s ass down toward his rock hard cock. He aimed with his hips and the tip of his cock pushed into Brian’s pussy. “Oh fuck! Uh…. I don’t know…” Brian said as his ass came down the last few inches and Nick’s poz cock was half way in. Aaron steadied Brian’s legs and Nick started rocking his hips. “Oh my god” Brian exclaimed as his hole finally had a cock back into it after almost two months of no action. Deeper and deeper the raw cock plunged into his hole, stretching and forcing its way in. Brian groaned as the pain gave way to pleasure. Nick’s cock wasn’t too big for him, but the lack of cock fucking him had definitely gotten him tight. Soon, he felt Nick bottom out inside him and he let out a loud moan. Nick looked at Aaron and they both grinned back at each other. Nick slowly built up the speed of his thrusts and with the help of the precum he was coating Brian’s chute with, the fuck just kept getting easier. Nick leaned forward and started pounding Brian’s cunt and when he felt his balls start to tingle he slammed in and then pulled out. “Fuck! I’m so damn close!” he yelled out before falling back. Aaron quickly took his spot and easily slid his cock into Brian’s gaping hole. He started out slow, just like Nick and it took him a good twenty minutes to build up to a hard pounding fuck. Aaron wanted desperately to breed Brian. His ass felt so good around his cock and Brian knew how to work his ass muscles around his cock but not so intensely to cause him to shoot. He knew how to make a fuck last as long as the top was willing to play along. When he sensed his orgasm was about to happen, he too pulled out, yelling “Oh oh oh oh oh” as he tried to stop it. Nick leaned over and rimmed the now sloppy hole, tasting both his and Aaron’s precum. Brian started to stroke his cock slowly and once it was hard again said “I need to fuck someone’s ass. I don’t care who.” Nick stood up, kneeled on the floor and bent over. Aaron watched Brian roll forward and mount his boyfriend in one fluid motion. Nick’s hole was tight but it quickly adapted to Brian’s cock again. Brian pushed forward and then was on his feet, thrusting into Nick’s poz hole. He got into a good rhythm, not too fast so he could enjoy Nick’s pussy. Brian closed his eyes as he fucked into Nick and enjoyed it for a few minutes but was surprised when he suddenly felt a hand on the middle of his back, followed by a cock at his hole. Aaron was following Brian’s body, the end of his cock lightly touching the pucker of Brian’s hole. He kept this going for almost half a minute when he lunged forward and forced his cock back into Brian’s cunt. “Oh FUCK!” yelled out Brian and it was an almost certainty that any neighbors that were home had heard him. Aaron’s shove had forced Brian all the way into Nick’s hole and Aaron could feel the spasms around his cock. Brian hadn’t shot his load, but his body was not prepared for the quick invasion of Aaron’s cock. Once Brian’s ass had a gotten used to Aaron’s shaft, Aaron pulled back slowly giving Brian room to fuck himself on it and fuck Nick’s hole. The three bodies were close together and the heat enveloped them all. Brian’s thrusts started to get frantic and they all knew that he was about to cum. “Breed him, Brian. Breed my boyfriend” Aaron said in his ear. A few thrusts later, Aaron could feel his cock getting milked from Brian’s orgasm. Each pulse squeezed Aaron’s cock tighter until he couldn’t keep from cumming. Shot after shot of neg cum filled Nick’s guts and then the shots of Aaron’s toxic seed started to fill Brian. Aaron fell on top of Brian, pushing him down on top of Nick. Each hole was milking the last drops of cum out of the cock that was in it. Aaron pulled out first and laid back on the floor, gasping for breath. Brian was next and laid next to Aaron. Nick turned around and started licking both cum covered cocks in front of him. He would lick one a few times and then move over to the other one that was slowly deflating. He went back and forth until all the cum from their cocks was safely in his belly. He looked at Aaron and then let out a sinister laugh. Nick quickly lifted Brian’s legs and pushed forward, sliding his still hard cock into Brian’s ass. This time there was no slow start. He started hammering as soon as his cock was all the way in to the cum soaked hole. Brian couldn’t help himself, he clamped down on Nick’s cock and then would release. He already had one charged load in his ass, what was a second one going to hurt? He looked up at Nick and said “You want to breed me, don’t you. Just like your boyfriend, pumping your virus into my neg hole trying to knock me up.” Nick’s breathing was ragged but between gasps he replied “Yeah I do and you’re not trying to stop me. You want me to poz you up, don’t ya.” Brian’s hole started to squeeze harder and harder. He couldn’t say it verbally, but his actions told Nick all he needed to know. His balls contracted and his cock swelled up as he slammed in deep. “You’re fucked now” Nick said as a torrent of cum pumped into Brian’s ass. After a minute, Nick slowly pulled his cock out of Brian and let his legs down. Brian’s cock was as hard as it had been all day and pointing right at the ceiling. Aaron looked over at it and saw the precum still drooling out of the piss slit. He got up and quickly sat down on Brian’s shaft. Aaron rode it like he was on a mechanical bull, slamming himself down and then sitting up. Brian was grunting with each stroke, surprised that he was ready to fuck so soon after breeding Nick. Aaron barked out “Come on, give me that load. Shoot your last neg load into my ass, fucker!” Brian was surprised at how Aaron’s comments turned him on. His cock got even harder and his hips started to fuck into Aaron’s ass. Each time he slammed into Aaron he yelled “Fuck!” After half a dozen more shoves, he grabbed Aaron’s arms and pulled him down. The pulses were strong and Aaron could feel the cock pump its untainted semen into his cunt. Brian couldn’t believe how hard he shot. Usually his second load was much smaller than the first but not this time. The guys laid there naked in the apartment for at least ten minutes until Aaron said “Thanks, that was a fucking great time. We should probably get going.” “Yeah, that was one of the wildest times I’ve ever had” Brian replied. Aaron and Nick pulled their clothes on over their cum and sweat covered bodies. Brian showed them to the door, still naked and his cock partially hard. Aaron sent Brian a message when they got home - “You can hit hospital or clinic for pep if you want.” A minute later he got a reply - “Nah, I’ll take my chances. Let me know if u want to meet again.”

I went to a gay club a few days ago because I wanted to cruise for some hot big cock studs. The club wasn't very busy so it was easy to scope for potential guys who'd want to fuck me. There was one guy who kept checking me and and I rumor was that He had a huge cock. See I go to this club regularly so I know a few of the regulars. Anyway, I needed to take a piss so headed to the toilets and went into a cubicle. As I was opening the door of the cubicle the guy who had been checking me out pushed me back into the cubicle and locked the door behind him. By the way, this guy was know to fuck everyone and anyone and rumor was that he had hiv. By this time I was already very drunk so didnt care much, I just wanted a big cock to fill up my ass! Next thing I know I am on my knees with a 23cm cock in my mouth. This cock was so thick I couldnt get my hand around it! This guy was trying to force his huge cock down my throat and make me gag! He pulled out and said to follow him, reluctantly I did so. He led me outside the club to a dark alley next to the club. He said he needed to piss and I have to take out his cock and hold it for him. After all the piss had drained from his cock I dropped to my knees and sucked the last bit of piss from his cock and really worked his cock to get it wet and slimy from all the gagging. Next he told me to get on all fours and lined his cock up with my hole. Slowly he started to force his cock in my hole. It hurt a bit but I was still so drunk and his cock was very slippery from my bj. Next he just started pounding me and saying, "You like big raw cock up your pussy, huh?" and "You want my load up your cunt you slut?". This really got me going and I started backing up and meeting his thrust with my now very sloppy and sore hole. His pace started to quicken and his grunting got louder and he really started talking dirty. "You want this big load up you pussy boy hole?" "My huge raw cock is tearing up your hole boy." He really fucked me hard now and what he said next was all that was needed for me to blow my load: "Here comes my toxic load you slut! Take my fucking poz load!" And with that he shot all his cum up my ass. He stayed in my ass and ground his cock in and out of my hole for a minute. He then got up and left without saying a word. My ass was sore and full of cum but I wanted more...