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Part 8 I was looking forward to my trip to Berlin. I had been there once before and had enjoyed a really horny time and, although I would be with a bunch of straight guys on this trip, I had every intention of finding some time to myself to go and explore the raunchy side of Berlin. I was also looking forward to having a break. The business was doing well and I was confident in leaving it in the hands of my assistant, Jonny, for a few days. Jonny was extremely efficient, competent and, unlike me, superbly well organised. The night before I left for Berlin I was having dinner with Jonny and his partner, Kieran. Before that, I had arranged to check in with one of our contractors who was redecorating a flat we manage which was vacant and due to be re-let. Ryan was an excellent contractor and always did a great job. I had known Ryan slightly at school, although he was a few years older than me. Ryan had a difficult start in life and, shortly after he left school, he got into a bit of trouble and ended up being sent to a Young Offenders Institution. At this point, he was eighteen and had already fathered a child with an ex-partner and his current girlfriend was also expecting a baby. Ryan spent three years there and when he came out at the age of 21, he managed to get an apprenticeship as a painter and decorator and had never looked back. He was now married to his girlfriend and running his own business with his step-brother, Derek, who was a few years younger. It was when he was in the Young Offenders Institution that Ryan discovered how much he loved taking it up the arse and, as far as I could make out, he had been doing it regularly ever since. I was always happy to give Ryan what he needed and had been fucking him regularly for some time now. Ryan never asked me my status and I got the impression he didn't really care. Although he was happily married, he was also on Grindr and was regularly letting random guys fuck him up the arse, only using condoms if the other guy insisted on it. I was feeling horny that day and Ryan had indicated that he was up for a good hard fuck and would be on his own in the flat as Derek was finishing another job. My cock was already hard in my pants as I drove there and, soon after I arrived, my pants were down and my cock was in Ryan's mouth. Ryan sucked me for a while and then stood up. He pulled his trousers and pants down and bent over by the window. Ryan loves being fucked looking out of the window with people passing by who can see him, but have no idea he's being fucked from behind. I had fucked him in this position in a number of different locations and, like Ryan, always found it a real turn on. Ryan's hole always felt incredibly tight, although he was no stranger to being fucked, and I always enjoyed fucking him. The fact that he was going home to his wife and family with my load up his arse was always an added turn on and I didn't feel guilty as I knew he was regularly taking it bareback up the arse with no questions asked. One weekend Ryan's wife and child were away and Ryan and I went out for a few drinks. We both drank far too much and ended up at naked night at the Vault, kneeling side by side on the leather benches in the room with the barrels, taking on anyone who wanted to fuck us. Let's just say not many condoms were used that night, and Ryan told me later that it was just as well his wife was away as he had to change all the bedding the next morning as so much cum had leaked out his arse during the night. Ryan was wanking as I fucked him and I could tell he, like me, was getting close. I felt him starting to cum as I thrust up him a few more times and then fired a big load of cum deep into his arse. I pulled out Ryan's arse and some of my cum slid out his hole and down his balls. "What the FUCK??!!" We were no longer alone - Derek, Ryan's stepbrother, was standing just inside the door, a look of total disbelief on his face. I knew that Derek really looked up to Ryan and also had no idea he liked to do it with guys, so I guessed it was probably something of a shock for Derek to find Ryan with his pants down and cum sliding out his arse. "Derek," Ryan had stood up now. "Mate, I can explain..." But Derek cut him off. "I can't deal with this!" he said, as he turned round abruptly and left the room. A few seconds later we heard the front door of the flat bang and, as I looked out the window, I saw Derek getting in to his van and driving off. "Are you ok?" I asked Ryan. He shrugged. "Don't worry, " he said "I'll sort it." I told him to let me know if there was anything I could do and left to get ready to go to Jonny's. As I drove there a little later, I thought back to the scene in the flat. Neither of us had heard Derek coming in to the flat, but I did remember hearing what I thought as a door closing some time earlier. I had also noticed what looked like a fairly sizeable hard-on at the front of Derek's jeans and I couldn't help wondering if he had been watching us for longer than he had let on. I enjoyed my evening with Jonny and Kieran. They are both good company and genuinely seem, not only to love each other, but to love being with each other. It's actually really nice to spend time with them. In addition, Jonny cooks the way he does everything else - extremely well - so I left feeling very well fed as well as very relaxed. The following day I travelled to Heathrow Airport to meet Neil, Lewis and the other guys who were going on Lewis's stag weekend. We had arranged to meet in one of the bars before going through and I arrived in good time to have a drink. Four of the guys were already there - Lewis, the groom, was blond and stocky and had been friends with Neil since they were at school. I didn't know the other three, and Lewis introduced them as James, Callum and Jamie. James and Jamie played rugby in the same club as Lewis and Neil and Callum was the younger brother of the girl Lewis was marrying. They were all quite fit looking guys, mostly in their late 20s and early 30s and were sitting on high stools at a bar table and as I went to order a drink I had a good view of their arses. James was ginger and quite chubby and I could see the top of his pants and his arse crack as he leaned forward on the table. Just then Callum leant forward too and I saw the top of his pants and his arse crack, which looked quite hairy. When I came back with my drink, Neil had arrived and so had Lewis's cousin, Robert. Robert was a tall, thin guy with tattoos on both arms and looked to be the youngest of the party. I went and got drinks for Neil and Robert and re-joined the others. We were now just waiting for one guy, Jamal, who apparently was always last to arrive. Apart from Neil and Lewis, I didn't really know any of the other guys but in the course of the conversation I learned that Jamie was single, Jamal, Callum, Robert and James lived with their girlfriends and James and Robert both had two young kids. The airport was very crowded and pretty noisy and when we got through there was a long queue for the security check. Just in front of us were two guys who were obviously a couple, one dark haired and one ginger. The dark haired guy was being really short with the ginger guy and it seemed like, as far as his partner was concerned, the poor ginger guy couldn't do anything right that day. At one point when his partner wasn't looking, I grinned at the ginger guy and he grinned back. A little later I noticed he was discreetly checking me out. I was already feeling quite horny and knowing that this fit ginger lad was checking me out turned me on. I turned round a little so that the ginger guy could see that my cock was beginning to get hard in my trousers. I saw him looking and I could tell he liked what he saw, but just then his partner said something to him and he looked away again. A little later we were all on the plane and as I fastened my seat belt, I noticed the ginger guy and his partner getting on the plane. They stopped a few rows in front of us and, as the ginger guy stretched up to put his hand luggage in the overhead locker, his polo shirt rode up and I could see the top of his black Calvin Klein pants. I was sitting in the middle seat of our row, with Neil in the window seat and Callum on my other side. Callum seemed to be a really nice guy and I enjoyed his company. Neil was also in good form and looking forward to a break. His wife was now expecting their second child and I knew from experience that Neil would be extra horny as he did not get much at home when his wife was pregnant. He had told me in the bar that he was horny and was going to give me one as soon as we got to the hotel. I hadn't been fucked for a while and was really looking forward to a getting Neil's big hairy cock up my arse again. After a while, Neil took off his sweatshirt and put it across his knees. Callum had dropped off to sleep and no one else could see us, so I moved my hand under Neil's sweatshirt and began to rub his cock through his trousers. I could feel his cock getting hard as he sighed and closed his eyes. I began to rub his cock and he moaned softly. He was fully hard now and I started gently wanking him through his trousers. After a while he put his hand over mine to stop me and told me he was getting too close and didn't want to cum in his pants. We arrived in Berlin and went to collect our luggage from the baggage reclaim. I needed to piss so went to the nearest toilet. There was only one guy in there - the ginger guy from the airport. I moved to the urinal next to him, unzipped my trousers and got my cock out and before long I was pissing like a racehorse. The ginger guy had finished pissing by now and playing with his cock as he watched me piss. When I had finished I took my cock in my hand and soon I was hard. The ginger guy was looking at my cock and I knew that, even though his boyfriend was just outside, he wanted nothing more than to lean forward and wrap his lips round my cock. He reached out as if to take hold of my cock but just then a couple of other people came in to the toilet and we both zipped up and went back to the baggage hall. A little later, we were all checked in to our hotel and on our way up to our rooms. We had arranged to meet in the hotel bar an hour or so later once we had a chance to freshen up. Neil's room was next to mine and Lewis had the one on the other side of him and the three of us went up together. As soon as Lewis had entered his room, Neil turned back and came towards me and seconds later we were both in my room. As soon as the door closed, Neil pushed me down and unbuttoned his jeans, pushing them down to his knees along with his pants. His cock was fully hard as I took him in my mouth and began to suck him. I sucked him for a while and then he pulled out my mouth "Lick my arse!" he moaned as he turned around and bent forward. I pulled his cheeks apart and pushed my tongue into his sweaty arsehole. He moaned and I could feel him wanking as I pushed my tongue right up him and licked him out. A short time later, Neil had pulled my trousers and pants down and pushed me forward over the bed. He pulled my cheeks apart, spat on my arsehole a couple of times and pushed his cock into me. "Oh yeah......oh fuck yeah....." he moaned as he began to fuck me. I sensed that Neil just wanted to get off and he fucked me hard and fast. It was one of the hardest fucks he had ever given me and before long I could sense he was close to cumming. "Oh fuck........fuck......FUCK!" he moaned as he pushed his cock right up me and held it there, pumping his cum deep into my arse. Neil pulled his cock out of my arse and mopped his brow with his T shirt. "Oh fuck," he panted. " I needed that, I really fucking needed that!" When we had both pulled our pants up, I asked Neil to tell me more about that night's "Challenge". There had been a lot of talking and laughing earlier about the Challenge and I gathered it was some kind of rugby club ritual for the lads when they were away from home. When I had asked Neil about it earlier he had just grinned and said "Don't worry, you'll enjoy it!" He now told me it was basically a wanking competition and a challenge to see who had the biggest cock. He saw the look on my face. "I told you you'd enjoy it!" he said with a grin. We all met for a drink in the bar and then went out for a meal and more drinks. By the time we got back we had all had quite a few drinks and it was time for the challenge. Lewis was hosting the challenge and we all got another drink and piled into his room. Amid much cheering and laughing, Lewis unpacked what looked like a black sheet and spread it on the bed and I saw that it had numbered lanes painted in white on it. I really wasn't sure what to expect but Lewis explained the rules for anyone who had not taken part before - which I gathered was me, Robert and Callum. The first part of the competition was to see who had the biggest cock, then who had the hairiest arse (Neil hadn't mentioned that one!) and then a wanking competition to see who could shoot the most and the furthest. We were all positioned opposite each other, with four of us on each side of the bed, and the idea was that we would wank our cum into our lanes. My cock was already hard as Lewis announced "Right lads, come on, pants down!" It was very horny as I watched all these straight guys pulling their trousers and pants down and starting to play with their cocks. Some of the lads pulled their pants right down and others, like Callum and Robert, just pulled them down to their knees. I was standing between Neil and Jamal, who had arrived at the airport just before we went through into security and was a very fit looking black guy, and opposite Callum, James, Jamie and Lewis Most of the guys got hard quite quickly and after we had all played with ourselves for a while, Lewis announced it was time to see who had the biggest cock. My cock was really hard now and the combination of the drink I had inside me, the scene in front of me and the smell of sweat, alcohol and aftershave in the room seemed to make me even hornier. Lewis produced a measuring tape and measured our cocks one by one. I acquitted myself pretty well and was beaten only by Jamal, whose long, thick cock was just an inch longer than mine. Neil was third, and Robert fourth. I enjoyed the hairiest arse competition very much. One by one, we had to go to the top of the bed, bend over and expose our arses. I knew I had no chance in this part of the competition as my arse is pretty smooth (although my hole is a bit hairy). It was really horny to see all these straight guys bending over and showing their arses. Most were quite smooth - but Neil, Callum and James were all quite hairy. Everyone agreed that Neil's arse was the hairiest and Lewis high-fived him as he was announced the winner. Pretty much everyone was still hard and soon the wanking competition was under way - the evening just kept getting hornier as everyone began to wank. I noticed that Callum and James were both left handed and at one point, I could feel Jamal standing close to me as he wanked and I found it really hard not to shoot my load - I had not cum when Neil fucked me earlier and I knew I was really close to shooting one of the biggest loads of my life. In the event it was James who shot his load first, closely followed by Robert and then Callum and Jamie. Lewis was the next to cum and Neil followed closely behind. Watching the two of them squirting their cum pushed me over the edge and I shot my load out on to the sheet in front of me. I was pretty confident I had shot one of the biggest loads, if not the biggest. Last to cum was Jamal and watching him cum was something I won't forget any time soon. His cock seemed to grow even bigger and he shot the most massive load - it seemed like he was never going to stop cumming. In the end, he was judged the winner and I came second. The smell of cum now mixed with the sweat, alcohol and aftershave and it was all making me so horny I could easily have cum a second time. We were all pretty drunk by now and after a while the party broke up and we all made our way back to our own rooms. Just as I was getting ready to fall into bed, there was a gentle tap on my door and when I opened it, Neil came quietly into the room and we got into bed together. I was woken up about 3am - Neil was gently shaking me. "Lee," he whispered, "Lee, mate.....I'm horny....I'm so fucking horny!" Neil took my hand and placed it on his cock, which was rock hard. I moved down and took his cock into my mouth. We had both been too tired (and too drunk) to shower after the Challenge and had just tumbled into bed. Neil's cock was musky and tasted of piss and cum - I loved it! I sucked him for a while and then he pushed me onto my back, pulled my legs apart and pushed his cock right up my cunt. He leaned forwards and soon we were kissing each other hard as he fucked me. I reached round and my finger found his arsehole. I began to push my finger against his sweaty hole and soon it was up him. "Oh fuck...." he moaned "That's so good......so fucking good!" He was fucking me harder now, and I could tell he was getting close again. I started pushing my finger right up him and he moaned "Oh fuck.....keep doing that.....keep fucking doing that!" I wet a second finger and pushed into his hole. He moaned and began to fuck even harder. His lips found mine again and we kissed as I fingered his hole and just a few minutes later he shot another load into me. When he had finished cumming, he pulled out and we both rolled over and went to sleep. I went down to breakfast quite late the following day. Neil had kissed me and gone back to his own room about 6am and I had rolled over and gone back to sleep. It was just on 10am when I got down to the breakfast room and it was nearly empty. James and Robert were just finishing their breakfast and I joined them. I really enjoyed the breakfast. I'm not a big fan of cooked breakfasts and much prefer a continental one. I chatted to the others as I tucked in and when they had finished and left, I got myself another coffee and some fruit salad with yoghurt. The breakfast room was almost empty now and a fit young blond lad was clearing the tables. I couldn't help noticing his slim arse as he bent over to wipe a table nearby. I think he sensed me checking him out and soon we were discreetly cruising each other. I spread my legs a little so that he could see my cock, which was now semi hard and I could see that he was interested and guessed he might be up for it. He bent over the table opposite mine and looked over this shoulder with a grin. There was no one else about now and he indicated for me to follow him. I waited a moment and then got up and followed him at a discreet distance. He led me past reception and down a corridor and then unlocked a door. I followed him in and found we were in some kind of storage room. He turned round and smiled at me. "Hi," he said "I'm Leo." "I know," I said, pointing at his name badge. He smiled. "I'm Lee." I said as he pulled me towards him and we kissed. He didn't waste any time in getting my cock out and soon he was down sucking me enthusiastically. I thought he was probably just going to suck me off but just as I was beginning to get close, he stood up and turned around. He pulled his pants down and bent forward, reaching back to pull my cock towards him. I went up him easily and soon I was fucking him - happily he hadn't mentioned condoms and seemed quite happy to take me bareback. I was very close and I pushed him forward and began to fuck him harder and before long I was ready. There is nothing in life I enjoy as much as squirting my dirty load up a fit young lad's arse and I enjoyed every minute of breeding him. He smiled at me as he pulled up his pants. "Thank you!" he said His English was really good and he asked me how long we were staying and I told him. He then asked if I would like to fuck him again and of course I said yes. He asked if any of the other lads in the party would be up for fucking him and I said I didn't think so. "Shame," he said "That would be cool" A little later, I told Neil I had fucked the blond lad and that he had asked if anyone else would like to fuck him. "Did he really ask that?" said Neil "Yes," I said, and added "Would you be up for fucking him with me?" "Did you fuck him without a condom?" asked Neil. I nodded. Neil was silent for a moment and then he said. "Yeah, I'd be up for that." This trip was getting even more interesting.

Part 4 We didn’t text everyday of course, we were living so far apart, we had our own lives, and we would just check in on each other from time to time, with occasional sexting and exchange of pictures and videos of our hookups. In the next few months following that last conversation with him, the words “poz loads” stuck in my head. I kept turning those in my mind, trying to understand why it had so much effect on me. I was thinking about it more and more when jerking off while watching porn and sniffing poppers. I had never really cared about guys’ status but I caught myself paying more attention to that detail on their BBRT profile. I still did not dare oinking the poz guys. I was probably too afraid. Finally, one Saturday evening, I was getting ready to hit the local bathhouse when I receive a message from my guy from the West Coast. I was still not fully dressed to go out and was just in my jockstrap and socks. -“Hey pig, what’s up tonight?” - “Getting ready to go to the bathhouse, what about you?” - “Just looking at those last pics you sent me, getting all horny” - “Oh yeah?” - “Yeah, thinking about all the dirty things I’d do to you…” I wasn’t in a rush, after all it was only 10pm, still plenty of time. -“What are you thinking?” - “Just how much I want to make you mine” while sending me a live pic of his perfect hard dick. I felt intrigued and excited and started playing with my dick without even really noticing. -“What do you mean by making me yours?” I asked, starting to feel where this was going. -“Just marking you. You’re lying on the bed, on your back. I’m on top of you, the tip of cock just rubbing on your wet hole. I’m pushing gently, the tip my dick covered in precum enters slowly. I’m asking you if you’re sure.” -“Sure of what Sir?” -“If you’re sure you want my unmedicated poz dick inside…”

Part 1 I started barebacking by accident 8 years ago, when a fuckfriend of mine at the time broke a condom while fucking me. He just didn’t stop and gave me my first load. I never used a condom again. I started hooking up, taking all the dicks and loads I could find. After a few years, I was lucky enough not to catch anything. PrEp became a thing. My doctor got me on it, and while it definitely provided me with mind relief for a while, I knew there was something missing. That’s when I discovered BZ, and slowly started thinking about dropping PrEp. In the next few years, I kept hooking up like a mad man, becoming less and less selective about who would load me. I would miss doses of PrEp, more and more. Until I finally dropped PrEp completely, and got my sex drive to crazy levels. I just thrived and got off on risk. I also discovered bathhouses, darkrooms and sex clubs, and would explore any sleazy place I could find, especially when travelling to Europe and the US, sometimes spending hours in some dark corners with my pants at my ankles taking uncountable dicks and loads, with my bottle of poppers ready in my hand to give me the extra boost to take what was coming. Poppers just makes me beg for dicks and loads and if a guy puts a bottle of it under my nose, there won’t be much resistance. I remember entire nights spent at Slammer in LA, GI Joe in Montreal, or Bunker in Paris, on all four in just my jocks and sneakers, sometimes blindfolded, just taking loads after loads. I would feel the cum dripping down my legs on my way back to my hotel, and I stained more than one bus seats with loads and ass juices. And somehow after all those years and hookups, I still managed to slip through the cracks and not get anything. I was definitely not actively chasing, it seemed all too twisted to me, and kind of felt invincible. But things may be about to change soon.

After too long of a break from sex I felt the inner whore in me clawing to get out when driving home. Stopped at a sleazy looking adult arcade. Paid my dollar and started wandering the halls trying to find a gloryhole to smash my cunt up against and take a raw load from a stranger. Instead a dude turned me around against the wall out in the open and plunged his wet raw cock into my hole. Me begging for his load the whole time. Wish I could have stayed longer and taken more. Helped reaffirm after 2 years with no dick in my hole that I still got it.

I was in an outdoor cruising spot and already got fucked by 3 guys there and 5 other men in various apartments beforehand so my hole was literally dripping cum down my legs past my shorts. a guy came up to me rubbing his cock and said “hey girl I watched you get fucked by that old man in the bushes, how much did you charge him?” I said “I didnt charge him anything. I let him fuck me RAW for free” he said “good I was hoping you’d say that.you let anyone fuck you?” I said “yep, ANYONE” he said “good. get on your knees and suck my cock slut” so I did and he said “take off your shirt” so I took it off and handed it to him and kept sucking. he said “take off your shorts faggot”so I handed him my shorts and he threw my clothes like 10 feet away and said “you dont need these slut, suck my cock. so I kept sucking it. nice thick 7 inches. he fingered my ass and asked “how many loads you got in here faggot?” I said “since this morning, 9 loads from 8 men. I also swallowed another 3 loads today “ he said “I knew you were a slutty little faggot but I didn’t realize what a fucking whore you are. your pussy feels like a swamp full of cum. next thing I knew he had me naked (he took off my shoes and socks) on my hands and knees outdoors while he was fucking me up the ass with a large cob of corn while I sucked his cock with 2 older daddies watching and jerking off. one of the old guys came on my back and he scooped the cum off with the corn cob and fucked it into me and said “I got another load for your pussy” he also told me “I bought this cob of corn on the way here cause I knew some gross faggot like you would let me shove it up its ass as long as I let it suck my cock. as soon as I saw you take that old mans load I knew you would love it. I would love to see how many thing I could shove up your faggot ass. he actually never fucked me himself but he did cum straight down my throat. then he said “keep fucking your hole with this while I piss on you” then pissed all over me. I did take a quick pump n dump load from a younger daddy but it was a simple 2 minute fuck up against a tree. probably hotter for him as I was a skinny sexy naked faggot soaked in piss outdoors lol. I just loved knowing that he went out of his way to pick up a cob of corn to bring to an outdoor cruising spot cause he knew some slut would be willing to take it up the ass there.

To me, there is no such thing as too many loads. I want to hear the sloppiness and feel it all over my dick and balls. Knowing that you've collected that much random sperm keeps my dick rock hard

Yesterday afternoon I was browsing on Grindr when a 32 year old guy DMed me and asked if I was looking, and naturally I said yes, as long as it was bareback. It only took him 15 minutes to get off the Interstate and find my place. I barely had a chance to close the door when he was fondling my cock and balls and making me hard. In no time we were naked on the bed and he was sucking my cock to make me even harder. When I knew I was getting close I told him to turn around so I could slide my cock into his ass. I fucked him for about 15 minutes before I blasted my cum inside his ass.

Part 3 He lived on the West Coast, literally on the other side of the continent from me. Definitely my type from his description, athletic white guy without being overly buff, about 5’10 and a nice thick dick though not excessively long. Just perfect. I - 5’8, athletic, tight ass - was apparently his type too. Our kinks were very in tune, him a dominant verbal top, me as a sub bottom pig. Too bad a literal continent was separating us. We kept chatting however, exchanging numbers and keeping in touch. His profile mentioned he was undetectable. I didn’t pay too much attention to it at the time, until a few months later, he started to ask me questions over text messages about me taking any load from any one. Again, I was not actively chasing, just getting off on taking risk. He kept pushing his questions until he told me “if we met, how would you feel if I dropped my meds?” I wasn’t sure how to respond. I most likely had taken poz loads before of course, but had never really thought about proactively going after it. It threw me off a bit and said I didn’t know. I felt a bit of excitement though just thinking about it. He just told me to “forget about it… for now”, and we just called it a night.

I had been fucking with my buddy for a couple of years when all of a sudden one day he said "Hold on, Close your eyes". The next thing I knew I was getting the most amazing blowjob ever! I knew it was just the 2 of us playing but for a moment I opened my eyes thinking there was a 3rd person there. Not so it was just the 2 of us and I was getting a wonderful blowjob. He had always been good at it but this was way beyond good. This was fucking fantastic good!! When I opened my eyes and looked at him staring at me with a shit eating grin I saw why it was so good. His teeth were gone! I had never known he had false teeth so while I was gawking at him he started laughing and I started laughing and then he started blowing me again. From that day on I always referred to him as my "Toothless Heaven"

When you first meet someone in an anon scene (sex club, cruising area etc), I always put my hand on their ass (not on their cock) so that they know what I am interested in. If the guy turns around then that’s a good sign he likes his ass being “treated” … but if I then put my hand down his pants and feel a freshly fucked hole that is wet with cum, then I know that he’s a bareback bottom that wants more cum inside. Nothing turns me on more than discovering a wet sloppy hole as I know I’m going to be in for a good time. And I don’t care if it is sloppy of tight: the feel of wet cum screams “FUCK ME BAREBACK AND CUM INSIDE” - which of course is exactly what I intend to do.

Part 2 When I accidentally discovered bareback fuck, I also found BBRT. I was mostly using Grindr and Scruff then, and this site opened a whole new world to me. With PrEp not a thing at the time, most guys on apps were still very reluctant to drop the condom. I was very shy and scared of people’s judgement so it was difficult to be forward with them about wanting raw dicks and loads, especially in a small community. BBRT definitely allowed me to find guys who would not beat around the bush and know they only want to breed me. It was definitely a great education for me. I would get messages from guys all around the world who would make me discover new things, new kinks, new perversions. I went from vanilla to fully realized pig in a matter of months, trying (and loving) sneakers and socks play, sniffing sweaty hairy pits, piss, leather, groups, etc. The socks, sneakers and pits stuck and I still get so turned on with guys wearing wet sweaty crew socks in hot sneaks. Everything was still pretty innocent (somehow) until I get a message on BBRT from this guy on a Saturday night in 2015.

I had met up with this middle age guy over a year ago. He had a motel room. People stopping by. I dropped by and dropped a fast load in him. It seemed like a blur. He’s been asking for a repeat ever since. Then this past Friday it worked out. He asked me over to his house to do it again. Said he had someone else coming by too, and could I prelube his hole? Here in the outer-yet-still-affluent DC suburbs, in the past red politics type gravitate towards northern VA, and blue politic types towards MD. Even though that is changing fast, there are still pockets of deep red in the Northern VA suburbs. He lives in one of those. Way out on the rural edge, his neighborhood is a gated community. Seriously, two gates and a guard to get in. Manicured landscape, homeowners’ association-approved mailboxes . . . all propriety and safety. I park my pickup in the tiny two car garage drive. He greets me at the door wearing only a t shirt and takes me to the first floor master - leads me through HER house. His wife’s I mean. Her kitchen. Her tacky bric-a-brac. HER bedroom. And her’s it is. King size bed. Linens she obviously picked. Her dresser covered with her photos. Her bible on her nightstand! He’s already got a towel down on the end of the bed. Before he climbs on it, he spreads another on the floor below it, just in case. Nice. Dirty. He climbs on, legs in the air, and I am in him balls deep and raw. Ahhhhhhhh. feels so amazing having him squirm around wanting my dick. And I’m fucking away in and out head swimming like it does. Her pictures. Her decorations. “She’ll be gone all day volunteering, don’t worry,” he said. Worry? Worry? I was just hoping she would walk in. They’ve probably been married 30 years. It would blow her mind to find him ass up taking raw dick IN THEIR BED. And best of all her dirty pig dick-loving slut husband was getting fucked again after me. There. Her bath towels are catching juices from his precum slick ass. I would love to make it last but HER BIBLE SITTING ON THE NIGHTSTAND LIKE SHE ACTUALLY READS IT is just too much. I blew my load hard inside him FUCK a huge load. FUCK FUCK FUCK what a mind trip. Conservative values in this country are the sham. They are fake news. Imagine how “Christian” she’d be to him if she caught him. Probably not as accepting as she is about what President Trump did to Melanoma.

I follow this guy on Twitter. He has an OF.

Monday I drove over 300 miles each way to Cumunion Steamworks Chicago. I had a fuckin BBall. Couldn't count how many mens fucked it, or how many loads it took. One hot man, Adam, told he couldn't fuck it because it reeked of cum. There was a puddle of jizz on the floor underneath the fuck bench where it was restrained. a pig finally licked it up. So worth the over $220 the 4 hours cost me. it may do that again. thanks for reading this.

been shaving ever since I started growing hair

I’m certain it’s been covered or discussed in among other threads but I’m curious how many here have taken over a few hundred loads raw and have avoided the majority of STDs and of course HIV. I am close to 300 loads and so far neg and never an STI. certainly it’s Russian roulette with the odds stacked against us.

So are you bi or gay? She might well be looking for security now that she has a kid, or else a father figure for him/her. Or you've misread her and she was into you all along. Who knows? Let her down gently/start distancing yourself now.

This suggests a misunderstanding of the site’s primary purpose. Breedingzone is a discussion forum, not a chat room. It’s not engineered to facilitate people going off into private conversations, because if everyone did that there wouldn’t be robust public discussion and sharing of ideas. I seldom ever send people messages because I say what I need to say on the boards.

in Palm Springs last weekend....a hung guy from sniffies came over and when he whipped out his cock it was massive, uncut and thick. I quickly got on the bed, bent over, and inhaled a lot of poppers. He bred me slow to open me up and then pumped deep and exploded in me. I could feel his cock throbbing....was so good. He came back later in the day for more! love satisfying a nice cock.

I fucked a guy in my marital bed just yesterday. Got chatting on Grindr and decided to hook up. Barely had the front door closed before he started fondling my cock and making it grow. Once I dropped my shorts he started sucking my dick right away, until I told him to stop so I could fuck him. About 40 minutes later I filled his cunt and as much as I wanted to stay inside him I had to check the clock to make sure my wife wasn't on her way home already.

That is hot! Paradoxically, you're helping the new dad to be a better husband and father by letting him relax and have fun. Already stressed after nine months of pregnancy, the wife suddenly has to adjust to the responsibilities of motherhood. She may have postpartum depression, on top of everything. She can't offer much sexual release to the husband. For his part, he's adjusting to the responsibilities of fatherhood (even if, unfortunately, men still do less of the hands-on parenting work). He too wakes up when baby cries in the middle of the night. He might be worried about providing for his growing family. Just in case you, or other people who might read this, weren't aware, the "Guest" prefix, and a name that doesn't link to a profile, indicate an account that no longer exists. I read CuriousDallas' comment a little differently. When he says "Part of me still does want that", I think he's alluding to the social advantages of heterosexual and traditional marriage. It's well known that married men are paid more than single men in the same job, are more likely to be promoted, and are perceived as being more responsible. To pick one example, virtually no bachelors are elected to high political office. The picture of the smiling wife, the two kids with braces, and the family dog is an essential part of a man's campaign brochure. CuriousDallas sees firsthand what an outwardly perfect marriage costs the husband. (He doesn't consider that the wife might not be happy, either. At least she enjoys picking out the "carefully curated decor".) When he's truly happy, a straight-identified man in a traditional marriage doesn't fuck other women, fuck men, get fucked by men, and worst of all, do it on his marital bed. I think you're saying it would be better for CuriousDallas to find single, openly gay men, presumably bottoms, and date them. I agree, but I also don't think he's doing anything wrong by fucking straight-identified married men. He's offering them momentary release from "the pressure of family, society, and church." Then, they are ready to go back to being cooperative husbands, fathers, and workers. I'd say CuriosDallas is (was?) ambivalent, not jealous. I'm sorry, and I agree that this is a boner-killer. Refer back to @evilalex, who apparently goes in and gets it done, fucking new dads without worrying about pros and cons of hetero marriage. That's inspiring!

Ok, well I’m not going to make a lot of friends on this, but oh well. My intent just to help others and bring some context from my perspective. I’m going to speak in generalizations (I.e. my experience an the experiences of those around me plus my opinions). 1. Too often with interracial sex, white guys look at is as just that: sex. Too many black men are in an eternal quest for sexual and social proximity to ANY white man, they look at interracial sex as validation. I have seen several black men sign away houses, purchase cars, change insurance, and squander away resources in hopes of ingratiating themselves with some white guy who could clearly give a damn about them. 2. Alot of gay black men have a deep vitriol for other blacks. They hold on to a few names guys called them in high school or a few hypocritical family members, and will use this to justify “I only like white men.” The mere presence of other black men makes them unhappy, especially in a sexual environment But they will completely ignore the racism of the white gays. 3. When white men say they want a “diverse experience” they often refer to religion, custom, socially, or some other group (which aspires to be white). When many black people say “diverse experience ” many mean non-black experience. I have not heard a white guy yet say they ever wanted a “non-white” experience, unless it wad strictly in the bedroom. 4. A lot of older/middle aged black men where raised on some Queer Eye shit and they aspire to be the only “black friend.” And they can be extremely cut throat of another black guy starts hanging around the circle, especially younger. 5. A lot of these older black men are broke as hell and mad. They’re not going to tell you the real because they are ashamed they wasted their lives and resources on some Megan Markle fantasy. They are still hoping for that rich white jock to come play captain save a hoe, and introduce them to their hoards of hot gym Buddy friends so they can live a life filled with orgies where they are the only black guy. 7. I’ve fucked plenty of white guys. I also been BS’d a lot too. No bitterness here. My overall point is if your a younger black guy, be level headed and enjoy interracial sex for what it is: sex. If it becomes more than that, cool. But let it flow naturally. But don’t be so desperate for a white you end up getting hurt or even worse, broke. Read these posts, learn, Keep your expectations realistic.

I laid there processing what just happened, feeling cum and lube sliding down my left thigh. I heard the shower turn on. It was all I could do to take Ted's dick but thinking about it a minute later got my dick rock hard. Fuck. I didn't want to admit that his cumming in me bare was the hottest part of it. I thought about jerking off--fuck it, right? but then I thought about Sarah. What the fuck was I gonna do? The shower stopped. I looked at my phone. 4 messages from Sarah. Then another. I couldn't go back to the room like this. Sweat, lube, cum, smoke and Ted's cologne. I looked at the messages. Kinda apologetic then increasingly demanding about where I was. Fuck, I'd been ignoring her for an hour. "Sorry babe, didn't realize my phone was on silent and just saw these. I'm just bumming around the casino floor." "please come up. i owe you something " "don't worry about it babe! i know you're good for it tomorrow. just get some rest. i'll be up soon. i'm just messing around with some slots." Ted entered the room wearing just a towel. "come up now. i miss you" suddenly Ted snatched the phone from me. "Ted! quit give it back!" Ted played keepaway, narrating as he typed and sent, "babe, im getting lucky! i gotta let this ride." I glared at Ted who tossed my phone on the room's lounge chair. He looked at my cock, still standing straight up, and sat me down on the bed. He pushed my legs apart wide and took my dick all the way into his mouth. "jesus fucking christ" I exhaled. Try as I might, I didn't last a minute. He pulled his mouth off me and jerked the rest of my load onto my stomach where it formed a giant pool. Ted laughed, "Guess you needed that." I was deeply uncomfortable, practically panicked in my post-nut frame of mind. "Uh yeah" I laughed nervously, as I weirdly twisted trying to keep my semen from running onto the bedspread that was already a mess of cum and lube. "Can I take a quick shower?" "Sure after you take another load." His dick was so thick, purple and pulsing. I couldn't believe he could go again so quick. "Viagra" he answered my facial expression. "Listen I know that I came up here with you..." "... And consented to unprotected sex with me." "And, well, and that, but I don't consent to anything more." "What are you gonna call the authorities? How is that conversation going to go? 'im here with my wife who I left passed out in our hotel room. I then met at man in the casino, went up to his room and let him fuck my ass bare after asking, you're clean right. Then I got a blowjob and busted all over myself. But then he took advantage of me." I looked horrified but said nothing. Ted waited 2 beats and laughed, "c'mon man, I'm just messing with you." I still said nothing. Ted started rubbing his cock "but wouldn't it be more fun for me to finish turning you out?" I flushed. Ted put my hand on his cock. "I've known a lot of sluts but I've never seen someone so hungry for a load in the ass." I took Ted's penis into my mouth for the first time. "That's it baby, embrace your destiny." I tried to slurp him deep and immediately gagged. Jesus he was too big. Ted took the opportunity to flip me back over and slide his cock all the way into my lubed and sloppy asshole. "Fuuuuuck go slow go slow go slow please." Just then I heard the electronic bolt throw and the door swing open.

As a bottom feeling the cock enter me is sensational. Fast or slow. Being used for someone else's pleasure is great. Being pounded or a slow fuck is hevan. When the top is about to cum I love the state of desperation they are in building up to ejaculate in me. And feeling hot cum inside me.

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

My real married Uncle is here visiting me tonight and he really wants to destroy my hot pink ho.e with some other really agressive verbal cock...s. Cum use me real hard pound breed and FLOOD my ho.e with him.

Was checking out the apps barely an hour ago after I had a lovely bath.... I'd douched my hole this afternoon but no takers..... I'd planned to sleep after bath as I've early rise tomorrow. A message arrived saying "address - I want to come breed you - quickie".... So I checked his profile..... Fit 23yr old student, top, into bareback.... and 5 mins walk away...... So I thought WHY NOT.... Quickly lubed my hole, unlocked door and sent him address with details..... He replied on his way.... I put lights out and assumed face down ass up position. In less than 2 mins after that I heard door open and heard him come into bedroom and drop his trousers. He immediately found my hole with his hard cock and pushed all the way in letting out a moan... Then started pounding me hard and fast.... Took him 2 mins to squirt his spunk in me. I'm so glad I've universities nearby. He asked to come round again tomorrow Tuesday but I'm busy so we agreed Wednesday..... He said thankyou for me letting him come round.... He wiped up in dark, zipped up n left. I'm now of to sleep leaving his cum inside me all night.... I'm loving the smell of his spunk around my hole. Roll on wednesday..... I'm old enough to be his daddy.

10 in one afternoon was my record 😉

Things seem to be progressing....an open mind is the best trait one can have.

To be clear, @Hintyt called you "hypocritical". However, you are making a good case that your comprehension is hypothetical.

@Tommy Tank, it's always a treat to see you have added to a story. Very hot!

Author’s note: I’ve changed one of the rapist’s names from the previous chapter, which has most likely been edited after the early readers have seen it. The rapists are now Barnell and Delnick. Sorry for any confusion. A necessary change to avoid an awkward and unfortunate coincidence. BARRACKS 1830 “Do you think your guy Bootlicker can keep his mouth shut?” Potter asked Assmunch when Sleeper and Zeus were gone. “No question, Potter. I probably don’t know a quarter of what he and Wanker have gotten into since we’ve been here, but I expect all of it would have them dismissed from the course if not booted from the Army. If you need something that breaks all the rules, he’s your guy. He’d do it just for the fun of it.” Assmunch answered. “That’s what I need to hear. I need passes for Battles and I, and our entry on the in/out log this morning to disappear. We have been gone since going out last night and will sign back in just after wake up tomorrow. We won’t be here at curfew or lights out. We need uniforms from Sleeper and Demon, they’re about our size, without nametapes if they have them. We need to look Army, just in case anyone sees us from a distance. We won’t be seen, but it’s best to cover every angle.” “I’ll make it happen. Anything else?” Assmunch asked. “Just one thing. Do you want to come?” Potter fixed Assmunch with a serious gaze, and Assmunch felt like this was a test. Assmunch didn’t have to give it a lot of thought, he knew he wanted to be there. He wasn’t going for the killing and wasn’t eager for it but he had to be there because it felt wrong to avoid this part of the distasteful plan. He was responsible for the Brotherhood. And while he wasn’t the architect of this plan, he was part of it. He needed to see this through. He would let Potter do the final act but a leader didn’t hide behind his men. If he wasn’t willing to risk himself, he couldn’t ask others to. And he needed to know the moment Potter described without being in it. It would tell him if he had what it took to become a Ranger. He had to ask, though. “Do you think I’m ready?” Potter smiled. “I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t already think so. And the Bravos have plenty that are ready. Most, actually. And add Weeble to the ready list now, after what he went through. Zeus isn’t because he doesn’t really see a lot of gray in things. The whole bad/good thing has to shift for him. Right now, only a order to kill will feel right to him.” “Yeah, you’re right. We are working on it, and he’s better but a long way from where he needs to be.” Assmunch answered. “I have to go with you. I have to see this through. Mostly for myself, But also for Weeble.” Corporal Potter nodded. “It’s going to be ugly, Andrew. I mean to fuck these assholes up, and then I’m going to kill them. You need to be prepared for it. You’re not eligible for an overnight pass, so you have to get out after lights out. You know where the armory is?” “Yeah, I remember from combat training when I was here before. I think I know the shed Weeble was talking about. It’s by itself a little east of the A20 dudded impact area.” “Okay, good. Battles and I will be waiting for you, but Barnell and Delnick will probably get there just before midnight. Don’t wait too long after lights out to be on your way.” *************** The next few hours until lights out seemed to crawl by. Potter and Battles left immediately after getting the uniforms from Assmunch, and the passes from Bootlicker, who also made quick work of modifying the in/out to remove Potter and Battles from the morning sign in and substituting in Assmunch’s name with a 30 minute in/out for PT, matching the time of a couple other soldiers so it looked like they all went together. Bootlicker magically produced a small bottle of nail polish remover from his locker, saying acetone was an excellent ink remover. Assmunch didn’t ask why the bottle was almost empty. He didn’t want to know how many or what types of documents or records Bootlicker had changed in his time with the Bravos. Assmunch was prepared to operate tomorrow on little to no sleep. He didn’t know what the night would bring but whatever occurred he had to be back in his bunk by 0330. Running across the main part of the base where the Airborne barracks were located was an exercise in stealth. He avoided the pools of light provided by streetlights, and floodlights positioned around the buildings. He hid from the single security patrol he saw driving down the street, waiting motionless until the red tail lights disappeared between buildings. His path was not direct but rather a chaotic scurry to the next pocket of darkness in whatever direction was shortest. All was quiet on the silent Sunday night that mocked the nervousness and turmoil within him. It took fifteen minutes by his internal clock to reach the dudded impact zone where the Gun Bunnies lobbed their tootsie rolls for training. Non explosive most all the time. Live fire training exercises did happen in other zones, but not this one just off the Cantonment areas. When live fire artillery exercises were being conducted the loudspeakers on base that usually played reveille and taps, or the Star Spangled banner, would blare an announcement. During his combat training they’d had two live fire artillery exercises at Benning. They don’t warn you about the thrum of pressure you feel with every concussive blast when live artillery was used, even from miles away there was always a soft ‘whump’ against your body not too long after the explosive flash. There had been none in the two weeks he’d been at Airborne and probably wouldn’t be while he was here. Live fire artillery exercises weren’t regularly conducted. The impact zone was considered restricted, and no unauthorized personnel were ever allowed there but Assmunch wasn’t following rules tonight so he cut directly across the area after jumping the fence. Although night exercises were conducted, again they were done infrequently and away from the Cantonment area that housed the operations buildings, barracks and population. This impact zone was not used for night ops. Anyone looking with infrared or night vision would see him instantly, but he relied on the fact that no one with any sense would run across this area, much less run across the base in the middle of the night, so any security wouldn’t be looking here if they were looking at all. The fence line around the perimeter of Ft. Benning was where they were looking and watching, plus the usual patrols in the Cantonment as part of the MP’s regular duties. There would be patrols out here as well, but they would be done from vehicles on the road and unless there was something suspicious they were investigating their eyes would simply scan unless something stood out. Tonight, darkness was his friend and he welcomed it inside himself knowing he’d need it for what had to happen. A less than a half hour later he slowed as he reached the area where the shed would be, cautious. The overcast clouds from the day were gone and the area was minimally bathed by the quarter moon. It was just before midnight, maybe 15 minutes or less. Lying flat on the ground, his balaclava hiding all but his eyes, he watched the shed for movement. He saw nothing. The hoot of an owl from his left caught his attention. He turned his head slowly, keeping his head close to the earth. The silhouette of an arm thrust up from a depression twenty feet from his position. He gave a low volume single hoot back and crawled towards it, finding Potter lying on his back, relaxed as if he were going to take a nap. Assmunch mirrored the position. Potter leaned in towards him. “We’ll hear them coming. I heard you twenty yards out. They’ll be in a vehicle. Lights off I’m sure, but we’ll hear the motor. Battles is opposite. We’ll let them get the shed open. Battles and I already cleaned it up, got everything put back together. Didn’t see any blood from Victor, so that’s good. The only blood in there will be theirs.” “Roger that.” Assmunch replied. So they waited, not talking. Assmunch used the time to mentally prepare himself trying to imagine all the ways this could go, forcing his heart to go cold with thoughts of what Weeble had endured. Only the six of them knew the strength it had taken for Weeble to escape and return which increased Assmunch’s determination to see this through. The two rapists had probably counted on the normal profile of a jump school student - attending alone, no one to back them up or question where they were until too much time had passed, the usual chain of command bullshit that would delay any search. The initial assumption was always AWOL or Desertion. These guys had their M.O. down and Assmunch wondered how many others there had been, if there had been previous deaths or they’d counted on the shame to keep their victims silent as well as the unfavorable treatment many victims in the military receive after they report a sexual assault. Ostracism was the most common, but far worse happened. And that was just in the ranks. Superiors didn’t like troublemakers, squeaky wheels, or soldiers who rocked the boat and disrupted the mission. Especially old guard Superiors, who felt if a soldier couldn’t handle their shit they could fuck right out of the Army instead of making it everyone’s problem. The Army didn’t need pussies who probably put a target on their own back anyway. That was how they treated the men who caused waves… the women got far worse. Good luck with your career if you got that reputation. The worst part was how they appeared to take it seriously then cut the complainer loose to the rumor mill. The details of a sexual assault allegation flew around a base faster than a directive straight from the Pentagon. If a soldier ended up in the hospital, things were taken more seriously, but the post trauma counseling and notations in their record pretty much ensured a discharge of some kind. Unfit for duty for any number of reasons. Only by ignoring it ever happened were you likely to be able to continue to serve. Potter suddenly hooted twice, and a few seconds later Assmunch heard a vehicle approaching. His heart began to race. “Breathe.” Potter whispered. “Calm. Cold. Just taking out the garbage.” Good advice, which Assmunch followed immediately. He stilled his thoughts. Control. He resisted the reflex to make this personal. He did not care about these feral dogs, they were simply an obstacle. As much as he wanted the rage to warm him, it would only complicate things so he had to stay even, measured, calculating. Without emotion there would be no fear. Without feeling he could not doubt. It was only murder if they killed a human. These two were animals. Such were the lies he allowed himself, thin as they were. Potter had been right, the vehicle approached without lights and stopped, then the engine silenced. Almost a full minute elapsed before Assmunch heard the doors open. They did not shut again. He imagined Battles approached the rear of the shed, or maybe not. Potter placed a gloved hand on his shoulder, making an unnecessary gesture to silence with his finger on his lips. Assmunch nodded. Then Potter tilted his head back and sideways to glance over the edge of the depression at the shed. He held up two fingers and then an ‘okay’ sign. Still watching, he waited until the clear sound of the padlock disengaging echoed in the night. His hand struck Assmunch’s shoulder twice and he rolled quietly to his stomach and rose like black steam from the ground without a single sound. Assmunch repeated his movements and took three slow full and deep breaths, careful to control his exhale, and he felt himself settle unexpectedly into that place. The shed door was opening and Potter just started to signal and move when Assmunch mirrored him with steady and fluid steps, knees flexed, body positioned in a crouch. They would not rush and Assmunch knew the optimal location to take them was inside the shed. Automatic brain was in control and hyper focused. His peripheral vision noted the vehicle was empty, drivers side and passenger doors remaining ajar, interior light disengaged. Five paces. Four. A flashlight flared, and Potter was moving suddenly. Assmunch only a split second behind. They never registered the body of the Marine that slammed into them, shoving one into the other and sending them both flying towards the shelves at the back of the shed. Assmunch dodged to the side, his arm reaching out to Barnell’s sidearm as he left his feet, simultaneously flicking the securing strap with his thumb and pulling the weapon from its holster. The grunt from the unexpected contact came just before the sound of crashing bodies. Potter wasted no time and the sound of handcuffs clicked along with a yell of pain. The light from the flashlight rolling to a stop on the floor showed Barnell half on top of Delnick who had hit the shelves before he fell. Barnell was in uniform, Delnick in civvies and Barnell’s hands were cuffed behind his back. Battles entered just as the two began to struggle. Potter raised up and brought his knee to the center of Barnell’s back with all his weight. Barnell let out a pathetic cry. Potter’s gloved fist slammed into the side of his face, reducing him to a stunned limp piece of meat. Delnick was trying to extricate himself and a quick strike by Potter stunned him as well. “Get this one’s cuffs on the other one.” Potter said in a calm, ordinary tone of voice. Taking out the garbage. Battles withdrew Barnell’s cuffs from the utility pouch on his equipment belt and only had a small fight to secure Delnick’s hands. “Let’s get him up.” Assmunch helped Potter drag Barnell to his feet and before Barnell could tense enough for the bolt they were expecting Potter brought his knee up sideways into Barnell’s stomach forcing him to try to double over but Assmuch held his collar and his wrists. His knees buckled with a grunt. Battles had Delnick face down with a knee on his neck. With Barnell on his knees, Potter said “Hand me that mag light. Assmunch reached down with one hand and retrieved the flashlight from where it had rolled when the animals dropped it. He handed it to Potter who looked at it. “Perfect.” He pushed Barnell’s head back by the forehead. “Open up.” “Fuck you.” Barnell said. “Open up or I break your jaw to open it for you. Your choice.” Potter could have been ordering breakfast at Waffle House. He tapped the end of the mag light on Barnell’s chin repeatedly with measured gentle hits a second apart. One…Two…Three…Four…..After the fifth tap, he suddenly raised the heavy metal flashlight filled with four D cell batteries above his shoulder. “Okay, okay!” Barnell cried. Tears fell from the corner of his eyes as he opened his trembling ugly mouth. “Wider.” Potter ordered calmly. When the Marine decided the fit was right he lowered the flashlight slowly, allowing Barnell to watch it descend, his head still pulled back so his face was looking up. The barrel of the flashlight was a little over ten inches long and as big around as the cardboard roll inside a sleeve of toilet paper. “Uh uh… keep it open.” Potter warned when Barnell started to close his jaw. He eased the end between Barnell’s lips. “Suck it.” Barnell, recognizing this was just hazing, did as he was told, the wild panicked look disappearing from his eyes. Potter pushed another inch in. “Get it wet.” Barnell’s eyes kept darting from Potter’s face to the flashlight, then rolled up to try to get a look at Assmunch. Potter pushed another inch in, and the panic returned to Barnell’s face. He began making guttural noises. “Don’t talk when you’re sucking. I don’t like it.” Potter observed with a bored tone. “You’re going to take all of it. Hey buddy, what’s that saying you like?” Battles said in the same casual tone “You mean ‘if he ain’t bleeding, you ain’t trying?” “That’s the one.” And with that Potter pushed the flashlight down. Barnell began to scream around the object in his mouth and struggle but Assmunch held him tight by the head, his dispassionate eyes unblinking, his foot pressing down on the links between the cuffs and his knee pressed between Barnell’s shoulder blades. Potter met resistance about five inches in and pushed with slightly more strength managing to work another inch down. “Pathetic.” Potter remarked. “You can do better. I’ve seen it in movies.” And he pushed again without making any progress. He sighed. “What a waste of time.” With that he hammered his fist down on the head of the flashlight punching it down fully into Barnell’s throat. Barnell’s eyes bulged and his body jerked. “Let him go.” Potter said, and Assmunch released him to fall to the floor off the shed where he twisted and writhed as he choked, suffocating with incredible pain caused by half of the ten inches of thick hard textured metal being forced into his overstretched throat. Potter shoved him over on his back with his foot, and knelt down to undo his equipment belt. “Get his legs.” He told Assmunch. Assmunch knelt on either side of Barnell’s legs, pinning them in place and sitting down on his shins. Potter tossed the equipment belt aside, then unclipped the slide on his uniform belt. “Pull his pants down, just below his knees.” Assmunch yanked the uniform trousers down. Barnell’s struggles were becoming weaker as he suffocated, unable to draw breath around the tube in his throat. “Let’s get him up, on that shelf.” Assmunch knew the one he was talking about. They positioned him exactly as Weeble had described, facedown on the middle shelf, his now naked ass sticking out, sliding the cuffs over the J-hook that held the extension cord. Barnell was now limp and Potter grabbed the end of the flashlight and jerked it free from Barnell’s mouth. A few seconds went by and Barnell jerked back to consciousness with a gurgling choking gasp that had to be incredibly painful to his abused throat. “Bring the other one over here.” Potter said. Battles yanked Delnick up by the back of his shirt and dragged him on his knees over behind Barnell. “Eat your buddy’s ass.” Potter ordered, swinging the mag light in lazy arcs. “I can’t…I don’t… Please?” Delnick pleaded. Potter hit him with the flashlight in the side of the face, which made the light flicker. The crack was followed by blood. “Eat his ass. Get it wet, really wet. Make sure you get his hole. The wetter you make it the shorter you’ll have to do it. I won’t tell you again.” Delnick slowly moved his face towards Barnell’s ass. Barnell’s breathing was ragged and suffering. It was probably all he could do to lay there gasping with his throat on fire. Delnick tried to fake his way through it, for which Potter connected his gloved fist with the other side of Delnick’s face, sending his head rocking as he fell over onto his side. “Please…”. Delnick begged. “What do you want? Why are you doing this?” He cried. “I want -“ he kicked Delnick in the stomach. “You to eat his ass.” And he leveled another harder kick. “Get up. Get in there. Get it wet.” He yanked Delnick up by his shirt, the jerking motion forcing a button to pop off and roll under the shelves. “Buddy, why don’t you spread those cheeks for him.” He nodded at Assmunch, who moved to pull Barnell’s asscheeks apart. Potter grabbed the back of Delnick’s head and pushed it forward. “Stick your tongue out and lick.” Delnick was crying now, but doing as he was told. He gagged. “Spit it on his hole, don’t swallow it.” Delnick obeyed. “Wetter, more spit. He’s going to have a hard time of it if you don’t get him lubed up.” Delnick pulled back. “You…you’re going to fuck him?” Potter laughed. It was a sound that could barely be described as a laugh. It conveyed no humor. It was an expression meant to mimic laughter by a creature alien to the concept of joy. It weighed the air with poison. “Not me. You. That’s probably enough.” Barnell’s right butt cheek was smeared with Delnick’s blood from the cut on his cheek. Potter pulled Delnick away from Barnell’s ass. “Buddy, take care of that one’s hands.” He said to Battles. Battles stepped over to the other shelf and selected a piece of lumber. He hefted it a couple times as he walked back over to Barnell. With an underhanded swing he hammered it into Barnell’s exposed right knuckles held in place by the cuffs, not hard enough to break bone but enough to bruise them. Then he rubbed the wood over the punished skin. Battles bent down to get a closer look, then using his own gloved fist he punched Barnell’s knuckles three times more and looked again. Barnell was barely responsive. “It’ll do.” He announced. “Give him another one.” Without warning Potter slammed his fist into Delnick’s nose. He fell back groaning to the floor. “Get up and fuck him.” Potter ordered. “I can’t. I won’t get hard.” Delnick whined as blood trickled out his nostrils. Potter shoved Delnick over on his stomach with his boot. “Give him two, right hand.” Delnick attempted to curl his hands but Battles dropped his knee into Delnick’s back just as Potter had done to Barnell earlier. Delnick let out a groaning wail as Battles grabbed his wrists. He twisted the rapist’s arms up and towards him, his grip on the cuffs making it impossible for Delnick to hide his knuckles. Battles popped his knuckles twice, then rubbed the wood back and forth a few times before dropping Delnick’s wrists. “You fuck him, and we let you go. That’s the deal. You fuck him and this will all be over. I don’t care if you have to think about fucking your sister or some hot chick you saw at the PX, but fuck him hard, shoot your load and we leave the key to the cuffs on that shelf over there and go away. This is just payback for that guy you did last year. Just teaching you a little lesson. Fuck your friend like you fucked our friend and we call it even. Hell, I’ll throw you a bone and say it’s okay if you think about how you fucked our friend, we know THAT got your rocks off. What do you say Delnick? Fuck him hard and give him that load you’ve been dreaming of fucking into him, or we beat you so much over the next two hours that you get a medical discharge and a lifetime of VA appointments. Your choice.” Potter was incredibly reasonable. Assmunch had no problem believing there had been more than just one non-specific friend these two had victimized over the last year. “You promise? You’ll let us go?” Delnick was crying again, blubbering like the coward he was. “Yeah man, it’s a promise. And none of us will say anything about any of this.” Potter said with a convincing smile. “O-o-okay…I’ll try.” Potter smiled again. “Remember, just like you fucked our friend, or the deal’s off. He told us all about it. That’s how we knew about the thing you like to say ‘if he ain’t bleeding you ain’t trying’. We really need you to mean it, okay?” Delnick nodded working his way to his feet. “You probably need us to help you with your jeans, right?” Potter said. Delnick nodded. Potter undid the top button on Delnick’s 501’s, then slowly undid the buttons below it. He rubbed the back of his hand over Delnick’s crotch as he moved. In a seductively low voice Potter continued. “Wow, buddy, looks like you’re packing a nice piece of meat there. Your buddy is sure gonna enjoy that, feeling you ramming that piece up his warm tight hole. He’s probably a virgin, right? He’s gonna love you opening him up like a whore, a real man like you, giving him what he secretly wants. Showing him what he’s good for, being a fuckhole for you to empty your balls. Yeah, it’ll hurt him at first, but that’s good, isn’t it, shows him how to be a real man.” “Delnick…don’t.” Barnell’s raspy tortured voice came out soft and hoarse. Potter grinned. “Got a little fight in him, but that’s the way you like it, isn’t it? He doesn’t know how much he’s gonna like it though, once you get to pounding. They all settle down after a while, don’t they? They fight at first, but then they just lay there and enjoy it, because they love that big dick of yours. They can’t help it. Just fucking love this cock…”. Potter had pushed Delnick’s underwear down to his thighs along with his jeans and was gently stroking his cock that was now hard. “Yeah man, go on, show him how a real man fucks. Show us how you like to do it so we can all go home and get some sleep tonight.” “Please … no…”. Barnell barely had enough control over his torn vocal cords to get the words to come out as more than a whisper. “Oh, say that thing you like to say.” Potter urged with a grin. Delnick cleared his throat. “If he ain’t bleedin’ you ain’t tryin’” Potter clapped him on the back. “Hell yeah buddy, show us what it’s all about.” Potter pointed Delnick’s rather average dick at Barnell’s hole. “All the way in the first plunge, as hard as you can, just like my friend. Won’t it be fuckin’ hot when that warm blood coats your big cock? Fuck yeah.” Potter pulled on Delnick’s dick one more time, forcing a drop of precum to the top. “Do it. Now.” And gave Delnick a nudge on his lower back. He thrust forward with all his weight in one violent heave. The sound that came out of Barnell was a toneless scream of wheezing tortured air, and he bucked forcefully to try to get away. But of course he couldn’t. “Yeah buddy, fuck him hard! He loves it, you’ll make him cum if you keep fucking him hard like that. Nice big hot cock ripping into him, fucking him like a real man should. Damn, that’s as hot as our friend said, he said he hated it at first, but you fucked him so good he started to enjoy it. You’re a real stud. Shit, everyone needs that dick.” Potter kept up the talk, stoking Delnick’s ego, giving him an ongoing narrative to get him where he needed him. Whatever it took. “That’s it, it’s going to feel so good to unload in that ass. You gotta be close. Watching you take that hole has got me boned, man. See how he’s just laying there now? He knows what that hole is for. Go ahead. Shoot your load, let’s all go home.” Delnick started thrusting faster, trying to work himself up enough to cum. It wasn’t easy. He had no control, no power in this. Without that this was a disgusting fag fuck. He closed his eyes and pictured sexual fantasies, trying to find one that would ramp him up. He was going to cum in Barnell’s ass. Hell, his buddy probably DID like it, just a little. He’d probably ask him to fuck his ass again after this. Delnick imagined Barnell begging him to do it just one more time, and imagined himself sneering at Barnell and calling him a desperate faggot hungry for dick. Seeing Barnell’s sad shocked face as he spat the insult at him started his balls churning. Yeah, Barnell would probably turn into one of those disgusting homos who couldn’t get enough dick. Delnick always figured Barnell leaned that way. The guy was always scoping out the new classes at Airborne. It was Barnell that picked the guy out they would fuck. It was Barnell that arranged everything, planned it out. Delnick hardly thought about it at all until Barnell called him to say he’d picked out another one. Barnell found the places they would take the guys, like this shed. None of this was Delnick’s idea, he was just having a little fun, releasing a little stress. The more he thought about it while fucking Barnell’s bloody ass they more he realized Barnell was a little faggot too. He probably jacked off thinking about Delnick’s dick, he was always so eager to get Delnick into the guys they fucked. Too eager. Well, if Barnell wanted his dick, he was gonna get it. Delnick started fucking with angry, jabbing thrusts. He wished he had the use of his hands to grab his fellow MP’s hips. Barnell was responsible for getting him into this mess. It was all his fault, the dirty fucking pervert. It was no more than he deserved. This was probably what he dreamed about all along, why he’d picked Delnick to be his wing man. He was getting close, real close. He pulled his dick all the way out and shoved it back in making Barnell gasp with pleasure, obviously loving it. He did it again, and again, then a third time when he felt his cum start shooting deep in Barnell’s bloody asshole. He pushed further in, letting his seed fill that faggot’s hole. The exertion of his finish was still washing over him when he felt the cuffs release and a hand grabbed his wrist. He felt Barnell’s sidearm touch his palm as his arm was pulled forward just as he realized what was happening. The sound of the weapon discharging with two loud pops echoed in the shed as Barnell’s body twitched on the shelf. Then the gun was pulled from his hand and placed against his temple. He barely had time register shock when everything went black. ************ ASSMUNCH It all happened so fast after Delnick came. Battles pushed Assmunch towards the shed door then immediately unlocked Delnick’s right handcuff when Potter grabbed his hand and lifted his arm holding Barnell’s sidearm in Delnick’s palm. He pointed it Barnell’s head and Potter pulled the trigger twice in quick succession then without a pause he dropped Delnick’s hand and raised the gun to Delnick’s temple at a slight backwards angle. One quick pull saw Delnick’s head jerk away. Three seconds. It almost seemed impossible for so many things to happen in so short a time. There was no splatter, no skull explosion like in the movies. Potter dropped the gun from where he pulled the trigger before Delnick’s lifeless body hit the floor. Battles carefully unlocked the left handcuff, reset them, and casually tucked them back into Barnell’s utility belt. Potter did a quick scan of the shed, placed the mag light on the upper shelf near the edge and picked up the piece of lumber they’d used. “Hmmm, his pants need to be pulled back up.” Potter said. “Took him a few minutes to think through what he’d done, to figure out there was no way out of this. He’d have pulled up his jeans, just doing the top button.” “Sound right.” Battles replied. The two of them made quick work of getting Delnick’s jeans back up, and then carefully rearranged him exactly as he fell. “You understand all this, Andrew?” Potter asked. Assmunch was still processing it. It was nothing like he’d thought. The puzzling part was how little he felt about seeing two men get shot in the head. Except for the loud retort of the weapon discharge their actual moments of death were sudden and quiet and it seemed like there should have been … well, MORE. The finality of it, the abrupt stillness argued against the nature of the violence and the buildup that preceded it. It demanded an equal ferocity that would never blossom, like watching lightning strike without the thunder that should follow, the explosion of a mortar without the whump of air pressure. And deeper… a recognition that there was an absence of satisfaction. It should have felt like a resolution, a series of actions that resulted in a sense of completion. If anything, it all felt lacking. Empty. The anticipated cathartic feeling of righteous justice did not manifest in this room. Even Potter and Battles continued on as if nothing of import occurred. The disparity between what he expected to feel and what he didn’t feel created an incongruity that would necessitate further examination. But not now. He had a doubt that the reconciliation would ever happen for him, there wasn’t enough discord within him to require the type of soul-searching he expected. His non-reaction bothered him more than what might spur a moral conflict. “Uh, yeah, I think. You want it to look like an argument between lovers. Like Barnell wanted to call it off, they fought, Delnick wasn’t on board with that. It got out of control and Delnick realized he was fucked either way so he did Barnell, then offed himself.” Potter nodded. “Pretty close. It reads either way…either Delnick came onto Barnell and was rebuffed and threatened exposure so Delnick raped him and killed him, or they’d been having a lover’s spat. The beatings we gave them both weren’t punishment, it was just enough to be evidence of a mutual fight between former friends. You fight your friends differently than your enemy. Delnick forced himself on Barnell once he had him subdued. The investigation won’t go any further than this shed. Everything is explained with what they find in here and their actions today. I think these two also had the occasional unexplained times when their whereabouts couldn’t be explained suggesting they disappeared at times for secret meetups. Are you good, Andrew?” Assmunch met Potter’s eyes. “I’m not sure why, but yeah. Just not sure it won’t hit me later. You think it will?” Potter shrugged. “Hard to say, but you? I don’t think so. You stay in your lane. You look ahead, not back. Don’t worry about this not hitting you hard. Like I said, everyone is different, and this situation I think falls into one of your ‘had to be done’ categories. If there’s one thing I know about you Andrew, is you tackle things head on. They don’t creep around in your head taking up space. And at the end of it all, you didn’t pull the trigger. You’ll be fine. Everything that happened tonight stays in this shed. I’m already erasing it in my head. You should too.” Potter then turned to Battles. “Just cleanup left. Andrew doesn’t have gloves, make sure you get the top of the mag light where he grabbed, get both their hands on it. CID will fit it into their conclusions however they think goes along with what they decide.” “What about his weapon? I grabbed it.” Andrew asked. “Textured grip. Can’t get anything off that. Trust me, there’s too much here pointing to only these two being involved. And when they dig deeper into their whereabouts the last 24 hours, then look even deeper and further back, it’ll all be crystal clear. What I hope is that at least one or two of their previous victims tried to make a report. And hopefully their hands will be on any investigation, which I would expect they’d volunteer to handle. Once CID starts digging and asking questions, they should figure out who these roaches are and what they might have done. Then, CID won’t be looking for any other reason than these two having a falling out. But even if that doesn’t happen, THIS piece of shit”. He said, gesturing to Delnick’s crumpled body. “Fucked THAT piece of shit bloody and dumped his load in his ass. Hard to explain that if someone else did the deed. Get going. Pace your way back, take your time, don’t get distracted with thoughts, stay aware. Caution is the priority, not time. You absolutely can’t be seen.” Then putting it it language more familiar, “Your mission isn’t over until you’re in your bunk.” Assmunch nodded. Then dipped his head at Battles. “You have a blank check for this, you know that right?” He said. “It’s all a blank check for a brother. That’s why we’re here. That’s why you’ll be there when we need it. Isn’t that right, Battles? There’s no scorecard between brothers.” “Hoo-rah”. Battles said in a soft growl without even looking at them while he took care of the final details. Assmunch turned and left the shed, heading back the way he came, being careful to stick to the path they’d already taken to get to the shed. ************* WEEBLE Sleep came hard, and sporadic. The feeling of being trapped forced him to jolt awake repeatedly and jerk his head around to make sure of his surroundings. He’d then spend 20 minutes or more trying to get back to sleep only to wake up again a short time later. He SHOULD feel safe, here in the barracks, surrounded by the Bravos. But he didn’t. No, that wasn’t right. He felt safe. But he couldn’t forget. This time he woke himself up stifling a scream. The image of Delnick and Barnell in the front seat as they drove him to the shed panicked his dream. He heard a shuffling two bunks over. He turned his head. Zeus was walking toward his bunk, in his puppy dog pajamas. When the giant got close, he whispered “I’m okay Zeus. Just a dream.” Zeus didn’t say anything. He pulled Weeble’s blanket back and climbed in the bunk. “No more dreams.” Zeus said, pulling Weeble into his arms and surrounding his entire body. The last thing Weeble thought before waking up was how he didn’t feel trapped.

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Part 47 - The Big Hollywood Production January carried on and the days were slowly getting longer yet it remained cold with plenty of snow fall. Max put his head down in to his work and at least once a week Alex and himself would venture out for dinner, sometimes with Josh and Marty otherwise just themselves. No longer afraid to be seen in public with Alex they would often have their photos taken and be in the papers the following morning. Gareth would arrive Friday evening and depart late Sunday after spending the weekend with Jurgen learning the ropes, each visit he would bring more of his personal items moving in and staying in Sovereign Row at his own house. Saturday would see Max and Alex arrive at his house for their weekly dinner or take out from the palace kitchen, Asa would also join them when he was around and Nick left him alone. A couple of times Tom had been caught coming out of the house belonging to Hannes next door to Gareth's early in the morning. They had exchanged glances a few times and said good morning. Despite his yearning to get Tom he concentrated on doing what he was here to do, one unexpected thing happened with Gareth and Hannes becoming good friends as the weekends went past. He broached the subject of Tom with Hannes and had all but assumed Tom was taken Hannes. Alden was steadily still dating Lady Trasilion's daughter Steph and after their last night out she had agreed to Alden requesting their relationship be formalised and request the king put the wheels in motion. It was clear they were both smitten and falling in love with each other, it helped that Max and her were old friends and the four of them enjoyed dinner together on several occasions. Steph though was still busy in her job and often flying off here and there, Alden carried on with his royal duties and was now getting to the point where he needed his own assistant and could no longer rely on Linda who was busy with the queen. When Alex was free he would join Alden on some of his engagements drawing larger crowds of support, or surprise visitors on the palace tour providing them with a right royal tour indeed. On those tours they would often come across Max and dowager queen cataloguing the art and antiquities, the tour group usually got more excited getting the chance to photograph Alex and Max or have selfies with them. The final arrangements were in place for their trip to Washington then on to Los Angeles for the film premier of Felipe's new blockbuster film that was already getting lots of attention. The studio were making no secret that it was going to be a royal premier, tickets for attending were expensive with proceeds going to the International HIV Foundation. A coup that Alex had negotiated with the studio in conjunction with Felipe for publicity and to attend the party after the premier. Artem, Alex and Max sat there going over the itinerary, Artem and Tom would share a room as would Liam and Franco in the three bedroom presidential suite at hotel in Los Angeles. The studio were also providing additional security for their trips out. Alex checked his phone reminding Max that his family were arriving shortly before being whisked off to Borrick Lodge by the king and queen, Alden and Sam were also going as Steph was away until early February. By the time they arrived and they had lunch together Max still found it completely bizarre that his parents were friends of the king and queen. Protocol was still observed initially but it soon fell apart as the queen and his mother downed a bottle of wine between them before main course was even served. They chatted and gossiped non stop with no one able to get a word in, Alden and Sam acted like they had never been apart and they skipped out of lunch early as Alden wanted to take Sam horse riding before they left for the lodge. Artem's meticulous organisation meant they all had a seamless journey, he was certainly getting to be a dab hand at it but constantly complained to Alex that he couldn't do the finances properly and the figures just looked a jumbled mess. Max yawned and shuffled in his seat bumping Alex who woke up grumbling "What time is it?". "Two hours to go" Max said adjusting his seat in to a more upright position, "I need food". Alex pressed his cabin call button "Your highness, how may I help?" the flight attendant asked. Alex laid there looking up "We need some food please" he said. The flight attendant chuckled "Certainly your highness, sir" she said and disappeared off. Alex raised his seat and looked across at Liam who was wide awake watching over them whilst Artem slept next to him. Alex peeked over the back of their centre suites to where Franco and Tom were seated, Franco was sleeping having done the first few hours of the flight watching over Alex and Max, Tom was watching a movie and looked up and smiled unable to sleep from excitement of this trip. A few of the other passengers in first class peered over seeing the prince's head appear. Liam and Tom both ordered some food and Alex looked over at Liam and smirked fondly, he couldn't help it as he remembered Liam feeding him on the flight to Mauritius. He raised an eyebrow and Alex nodded, Liam and Tom joined Alex and Max in their double suite to dine together. Ever the considerate one, Alex ordered some food for Franco and Artem to be served one hour before landing. It was early afternoon in Washington but past dinner time in Monrovia as they finished eating and the plane began descending, Artem and Franco were served food, Franco panicked slightly when he woke up wondering where Tom and Liam had gone until he realised they were with Alex and Max. The front door of the plane was opened for the royal party and the ambassador stood at the foot of the steps beaming away when he saw Alex and Max appear, this was such an rare occasion that royalty visited them in Washington and the whole embassy was excited. Royal formality completed the limousines drove across to the private VIP building where they were cleared and on their way to the embassy for their two night stay before heading on to Los Angeles. Situated along Embassy Row the Monrovian embassy was like a normal small office building, behind it sat the impressive 10 bedroom ambassador's residence and function rooms. The entire embassy staff were excited and thrilled that Prince Alexander was staying, they were all outside cheering and waving flags as the limousines pulled up to the residency. The excitement even surprised the ambassador and he turned a blind eye knowing the embassy was now devoid of the twenty employees who stood there cheering. Alex stepped out of the car "You highness please follow me" the ambassador said bowing. "Not yet" Alex replied, "They all made an effort so it is only right" he insisted. The ambassador smiled "Thank you your highness, I know there is much excitement you being here". With Liam and Franco close behind Alex and Max walked over to meet the embassy staff, mostly out of respect as they were thousands of miles from their homeland and it was the least Alex could do. Even Max was not immune to them, they knew full well who he was and happily he met all of them, each one bowed their heads to him with a couple of them addressing him as royal highness causing him to chuckle and engage with them even more. Inside the residence Alex turned to the ambassador "Can you arrange an afternoon tea party" he asked. "Of course your highness, who is to attend?" the ambassador queried. "Your embassy staff and their families if that is acceptable to you" Alex replied. The ambassador nodded "Your highness that is very kind of you. I shall see to it" he confirmed. "Well Max, what do you want to do?" Alex asked as they were taken to their room. "Cup of tea then a walk in the gardens, need to stretch my legs" Max replied. Alex nodded "Is that okay with you both?" he now asked Franco and Liam who nodded. That late winter afternoon stroll through the grounds of the embassy was chilly, yet it made a change being able to walk around without snow under foot and having to tread carefully. Max was casually chatting away with Liam whilst Franco walked besides Alex who was clearly a little distracted and not paying attention. He would take the occasional glance at Franco then turn away and grin before he went back to his own private thoughts. "Are you going to keep doing that?" Franco asked in a quiet tone and slowing down. Alex glanced at him "Doing what?" he asked pretending he had no clue what he was alluding to. "Looking at me then grinning stupidly" Franco replied, "Have I done something to upset you?". "Not at all" Alex replied walking on in silence for a bit, "Just thinking about LA" he said. Franco nodded his head "You wondering how Max will feel meeting Felipe?" he asked. "How on earth do you know about him?" Alex asked glancing towards Liam, "Liam!" he exclaimed". Franco chuckled "Actually Artem. Liam briefed me a little about the history between you both" he explained. Alex stopped "It was sex, nothing else" he replied stating the fact, "And you?" he now asked. Now Franco stopped at looked at him "You know?" he asked looking at him, "It was all talk!". "He told me" Alex replied and smiled, "Is it jealously because of that night at Max's house in London?". Franco chuckled "No. Anyway I like his brother, so funny and doesn't give a dam about things". "People think it is an easy life, you take what you can" Alex said looking out over the pond. Franco stood by his side "Is that what happened with Liam and yourself?" he asked. Alex lowered his head "Partly. I was lonely, lost. Scared of who I was becoming" he replied. "But you still do it with him" Franco exclaimed showing he knew what was going on. "I owe him a lot, he was there when I needed him the most" Alex replied, "We better catch them up". Franco walked in silence for a moment "Do you think Max and I will ever get that close?". "Depends what you mean" Alex replied smiling, "He likes you and he will depend on you now". Franco nodded "I wouldn't let Liam in at first you know, I thought he hated me" Alex informed him. Franco chuckled "From what I know you were difficult and obstinate" he said bumping against Alex. Alex chuckled "Yes I was" he replied, "I love him you know" he said looking at Franco. Franco smiled putting his arm around Alex's shoulder "Not romantically you understand" Alex added. "You do not have to explain yourself. I see the closeness between you both" Franco said. Alex looked at him "It is a bond that you need to build with Max, understand each other properly". "You mean sleep with him?" Franco asked so casually like it was nothing that it made Alex laugh. "If that is what it takes. I don't mind. You need to be able to trust each other implicitly" Alex said. Franco smirked "I am not gay though Alex" he said looking serious at him. Alex shrugged "Neither is Liam" he replied then smiled "But we have the most incredible sex" he confided.. Franco chuckled "Between us. I would go gay for Liam, he is such an incredible person". "You are as well" Alex said stopping, "I am not saying you must, just build that close trust". Franco nodded "We are getting there slowly, we just never seem to have time to be together". "It is not just being his protection officer, you need to be his confident and friend" Alex added. Max turned around to see where Alex was "What is going on?" he called out to them both. Franco smirked at Max "Are you jealous?" he asked holding Alex closer. "Are you trying to make me jealous Franco?" Max asked walking towards them causing Liam to laugh. "Maybe I am" Franco said in a seductive way, "Maybe not. What of it?" he asked smirking. Max walked until he stood face to face with Franco "Cock tease!" he said. Alex snorted from laughter "Get a room you two!" he said throwing his hands up dismissively. Max smiled and put his arm around Franco "Come on. Man you are desperate to get me!" Max said. Franco laughed and Alex took this as his cue to drop away and let them talk whilst the caught up with Liam talking over their trip to LA. "So what was all that about?" Max asked as they slowly walked together. Franco chuckled "You and me" he eventually said, "Alex thinks we should sleep together". Max fell silent as they walked then looked at him "When the time comes" he said quietly. "I wasn't expecting that answer" Franco said looking worried, "We need to build our closeness". "In bed?" Max asked stopping and looking at Franco then laughing loudly. "No. Is that all you can think about is getting me in bed?" Franco asked laughing. Max smiled and continued walking "You mean close like they are" he exclaimed, "We will get there". Franco nodded "So tell me Max. You worried about this Felipe?" he asked. "Worried. In what way?" Max replied and Franco could sense a change in Max immediately. Max stopped again and looked at him "Artem doesn't like him. So it has me concerned a bit". Franco nodded as Alex called out "Come on you two hurry up". "He thinks he is calculating and after something" Max said as they continued walking. "Felipe?" Franco responded and Max nodded, "Alex is not stupid and he loves you, no one else". Max smiled "I know. But I am keeping an eye on that actor" he said with a tone of bitterness. "Don't do anything silly. Tell Liam and me if you are worried" Franco said making sure he understood. He nodded "Thank you" Max replied genuinely as they caught up with Alex and Liam. It was nice to have a quiet evening just the six of them hidden away in the embassy residence, no protocols just friends enjoying dinner and spending the evening talking. The afternoon tea was for the highlight of their year attending their first royal event in several years. Alex and Max were an instant hit with all the staff after Alex's insistence that they wore their purple breast ribbon and royal seal they had the staff gushing with pride at their prince and Max. The following day they did a bit of sightseeing whilst Alex had meetings with the ambassador on official business on behalf of the governor premier. That evening was the official embassy dinner where Max once again was adorned with his purple breast ribbon and royal seal. The ambassador pleasantly surprised at how Max conducted himself that he fed it back to the governor premier who in turn relayed this to the palace. After their whirlwind visit they finally departed for Los Angeles. The time away was certainly needed for Max and Franco allowing them to stop formal things and get to know each other properly, understand each others quirks and characters just as Liam and Alex had done. It wasn't all about flirting and sexual innuendo, although it didn't stop them, it was more about knowing how each other was thinking and reading body language. Alex and Liam knew that only too well and happily they gave Max and Franco the space and time to develop their closeness. Their flight to LA touched down to a warmer sunnier climate, the studio had laid on the cars and security to take the royal party to the hotel on the outskirts of Hollywood. The drive from the airport was pretty quick when you take in to consideration what the traffic was like, they passed several billboards promoting Felipe's and other films and the royal premier taking place the following evening. Tom was like a child with his face pressed up to the car window watching everything as they drove through LA. Thankfully the hotel where they were staying had been kept a closely guarded secret and they were soon whisked through being greeted by the hotels general manager and taken up to the three bedroom presidential suite on the eight floor. At least they had the rest of the day to do what ever they wanted and the hotel put a car at their disposal as well as a personal butler called Mateo that Artem and Tom were introduced to. Max having been here several times took on role of tour guide and that afternoon they went across town to Santa Monica pier and the beach driving along the famous roads of LA. They walked along the seafront and up to muscle beach fitness area that Liam was desperate to see, Max and Alex went into competition with Tom and Franco trying to guess who was gay. Tom stood there drooling and was catching quite a few smiles from guys, his height and solid build displayed fully as he had taken his t-shirt off securing it in the waist band of his shorts and acting all tough and manly. In fact Max watched him more than the muscle men working out at first, he certainly looked very at home in the sunshine and was loving all the attention he was acquiring. Artem was sat on a bench enjoying the sun and glad to be out of the cold long winter of Monrovia, Franco soon got bored and went over to sit with Artem keeping his eye on Max. One of the guys they were guessing on dropped off the monkey bars and went over to his bag pulling his phone out and strolled over to Alex and Max, Liam shuffled closer and Franco stood up. He smiled at them and said he knew exactly who they were and asked if he could have a selfie with them. Alex ever the flirt agreed on condition he could feel his muscles making the guy laugh. Liam and Franco stepped aside but still close enough should they be needed. It happened a few times as they strolled up to the pier and wandered around the amusement park. It didn't take long before some paparazzi appeared on the pier hunting them down having seen social media posts that the prince and his boyfriend were in Santa Monica. Calling time they avoided them and got back in to the hotels car and drove off for a tour of Hollywood and Burbank before arriving back at the hotel. After dinner in their suite Liam and Franco called it a day exhausted and needing some sleep as the jetlag was catching them up. Artem followed on not long after leaving Alex and Max sat in the lounge alone, Tom was laid out on a sun lounger enjoying the vista and warm night air, dressed in only his shorts and holding a glass of wine. Giggling to himself at how sophisticated he was becoming drinking wine instead of beer and sitting in Los Angeles. Alex and Max were watching from the sofa inside and laughing to themselves at how prim and proper Tom was trying to be, Max looked at Alex and it was like he knew what he was thinking. Alex stood and walked outside where Tom was "Enjoying yourself?" he asked leaning against the door. "Loving it" Tom replied with a totally satisfied look on his face, "Thank you for bringing me". Alex chuckled and Max now stood behind him "What are you two up to?" he asked. "Nothing" Alex replied turning his head and kissing him then nodding to Tom. Max smirked and nodded. Max walked outside and sat across Tom's legs "What do you want?" Tom asked smiling up at him. Alex now stood behind Tom taking the glass of wine "You want to get this over with?" Alex asked. Tom sat there, a smug look on his face "Do I do the prince first?" he replied pulling Max forward. Max looked up at Alex who smile and nodded his head towards their bedroom at the other end of the suite. They all stood and Alex lead Tom by his hand along the balcony to their room. Tom pushed Max in to the bedroom and grabbed Alex at the same time. Max a little stunned was about to ask Tom if this was something he wanted to happen but by the time Max closed the door Alex was already undressed and jumping on the bed. Tom smiled and whipped his remaining clothes off walking towards the bed, his cock already hard as nails. He looked over at Max with a what are you waiting for look as Alex shuffled on his knees closer to Tom and facing him, Max now naked walked up behind Tom touching his body. Tom ran his hand up Alex's chest, neck then the side of his face. Instantly their lips met parting quickly into a deep kiss, Tom pulled back and grinned pushing Alex flat on his back and giggling. Tom couldn't contain the excitement and turned around to face Max kissing him hard, he arms wrapping around Tom's neck moaning and almost squealing in delight. His body rose in his arms and his legs wrapped around Tom's waist securely, feeling him kneel on the bed, his body was lowered gently on to the bed so he was laying next to Alex. There was no mistaking Tom's intention but he was conflicted over which one to take first. His head rolled back and he moaned feeling the warm mouth of Alex engulfing his cock in a delectable moment and something he had long dreamed about. Max kneeled up and began relentlessly kissing Tom, one hand holding Alex's head on his cock, the other around Max's neck holding him in the kiss. It was fair to say that they were both mutually taken by the young lad and his obvious dominance he was displaying. Max felt his body being pushed down to join Alex and take it in turns sucking his cock whilst he decided which one he was having first. It didn't take long for Tom to reach his decision and with swift manipulative movements he had Alex on his knees resting on his elbows with his arse up in the air ready. Max leaned back watching as Tom dived down assaulting Alex's arse with his tongue causing the prince to squeal loudly. He spat leaving a large glob of saliva at his hole and kneeled up rubbing his cock then coating it in the saliva then prising Alex open. Max looked in awe as Tom certainly knew what he was doing. Alex gasped sharply and wriggled in response to the dominance of Tom. His body completely seduced as his hole was slickened and loosened slightly from the probing tongue, yet he felt every part of his cock slowly entering him in a mission to finally fuck him. Alex gasped again feeling the body now pressing up against his arse followed by the sound his balls gently tapping at him as began to move his cock in and out. His young body so effortlessly made the body under him shudder and Max kneeled there staring at him pleasuring his boyfriend and prince. Tom shuffled his body placing his hands either side of Alex, his legs rested across Alex's effectively pinning him down as his cock went to work. Tom glanced over at Max and smirked in such a sexual way that he shuffled on his knees and kissed Tom hard. Max kissed ended the kiss with a soft kiss and whispered 'I am going inside you' he said then kissed his neck and started moving around then bed until was behind. Max kissed his neck and Tom sighed thrusting hard a couple of times in to the prince causing him to moan and raising his head. His cock aimed at his hole and he shuffled a little closer pushing his hips forward until he felt the resistance of his hole. His stayed still and allowed Tom to do the work without him realising, each time he pulled back his hole almost sucked part of Max inside, in tune with his actions Max would push his hips forward and wait from Tom to pull back again. This time he moaned loudly and thrusted forward even harder but Max moved as well. Tom giggled then got back to work fucking the prince each time his was taking more and more of Max's cock deeper inside. Tom raised his head and moaned softly this time, the result of him fucking Alex meant he was fucking himself with Max's cock. He was turned on and conflicted as to where to concentrate being stuck between the two, was he fucking or being fucked. Max bit lightly at his neck closing in a pushing his cock deeper in to Tom 'The harder you fuck the harder you get fucked' Max said in to his ear. In a surreal moment Tom caught sight in the distance of the Hollywood sign causing him to chuckle briefly then focus back with Max giving him a couple of hard thrusts to remind him what was going on. Tom didn't need any reminders and reached Max had never felt so slutty as he did right now with no idea where his dirty talk was coming from, well to him it was dirty. Tom turned his neck looking in Max's eyes then kissed him quickly 'Just remember I am coming for you after!' he warned with a massive evil erotic grin that melted Max in an instant causing his cock to jump releasing precum. Tom sensed that slight change in Max's cock and began to fuck Alex harder. Confused to what he was enjoying the most his switch to harder fucking had taken Max over the point of no return. 'Oh god dam!' Max suddenly called out as his orgasm raged up his shaft and instantly through his body. The male instinct to breed took over and he thrusted his hips up harder pushing his cock as deep as it would go inside Tom, his hands grabbing his shoulders to stop him trying to escape. Tom pushed down hard in to Alex who cried 'Argh! Yes. Oh yes', his legs and arms punching the bed as he felt the cock inside of him explode in massive contractions and pulses, so strong that it seemed to jolt his body like a defibrillator shocking a body back to life. Tom couldn't stop his arse wrenching around Max's cock as he growled delivering his seed in to Alex. Instantly he collapsed forward on to Alex securing the prince in his arms, his hips grinding and jolting hard post orgasm thrusts. Max followed with his cock still latched inside Tom and crashed on top of him. Now every time Max thrusted it was Alex that was getting the brunt end of it. Alex tried wriggling his arse but he was so weighed down by two bodies he could only giggle, the dampness under his stomach told him he had shot his own load, yet he couldn't fathom out at what point it happened. Despite their precarious position Tom raised himself up taking Max with him until he freed his cock from Alex's arse. Max now back on his knees pulled out of Tom and kissed him on the neck, his eyes caught by the shadow on the wall cast by the bedside lamp. It clearly showed that Tom was still rock hard, Max tried to move away but he felt the hand grabbing his arm forcing him on to his back. Max now giggled at his futile attempt to try and evade Tom's cock. His legs roughly pushed up came to rest on Tom's shoulders, looking up in to his eyes and feeling his arse opening as he penetrated him gently. He could see the hunger in Tom's eyes, his ass opening wider gasping and moaning his head lifted up meeting the sensual lips of Tom, quickly kissing before he lowered his head again. His hands rested against the waist above him bracing as he felt him going deeper and deeper, gently pulling out and back in to maximise effect. Max's body arched over and over in excitement as he took a slow deep fucking. Alex rolled on his side watching with love as Max was now subjected to Tom, his own arse twitched several times knowing just how that felt, his hand stroking his cock looking at the scene unfolding. Tom glanced over at Alex 'Feed him your cock!' he demanded. Alex stared at him and chuckled 'Your highness' he corrected him causing Tom to laugh putting him off his work on Max for a moment, 'Feed him your cock your royal highness' he now said bowing his head. He looked down at Max and jabbed him furiously for a few seconds in punishment for Alex's words, he loomed over pushing his cock in to Max's open mouth. He purred with delight staring down at Max trying to suck on his cock and taking Tom's relentless yet gentle and intoxicating assault on his lovers arse. As Tom watched them both he felt his balls tingling unable to prevent himself from rising to the occasion again. His hips began thrusting forward faster, grinding and circling his cock deep in to Tom. He moaned despite his mouth full of Alex's cock, his hands gripped harder at Tom's waist feeling the changes in the body above him. Tom let out a loud moan and jolted forward burying his cock in deep and growling in pleasure sowing his seed and fertilising Max. Alex quickly pulled his cock out in case Max accidentally bit down and happily he sat back watching the final moments of their act. When Max finally managed to get on to his knees he kissed Alex lovingly, his body still trembling in after shocks but he felt even more turned on now kissing Alex. Tom smiled and moved across putting his arms around both of them. They both responded each putting an arm around Tom and kissing him. Alex slowly moved behind Max and slipped him his cock whilst he was kissing Tom. Max moaned and ground his arse back deep against his lovers cock, both of them felt the slickness from Tom's seed inside making light work of his penetration. Tom slipped his hands down and pulled Max's arse cheeks apart allowing Alex to push in deeper. In comparison he was more gentle with his fucking, Tom felt so involved in the love making going on, the three of them continually kissing and caressing until Alex started to reach the peak of his orgasm, at the same time Tom slipped the tip of his finger in to Alex's arse enhancing his orgasm and feeling it spasm and clamp rapidly against his finger. He subdued Alex's attempts to moan loudly by kissing him hard. Max drooped his head over Tom's shoulder holding on to his young body tightly. Max collapsed on to the bed panting and drenched in sweat, Alex followed laying next to him and giggling away in his sexual state. Tom kneeled in front of them with a satisfied smile on his face until they both reached up pulling him forward and crashing down on both of them in fits of laughter. His intention was to leave now he had accomplished his goal, yet being stuck in the middle of them was most unexpected and comforting. The three of them laying on their backs next to each other, staring up at nothing. Two arms strewn across his body belonging to Alex and Max who had their fingers entwined that caused him to burst out laughing in a happy state. "Sorry" Tom said with a broad smile on his face, "You are both funny". Alex smirked "So now you have had your way with me are you going to stop flirting?" he asked. Tom sighed "Nah" he said in a content tone, "Now the fun really starts". Max leaned up and looked at him "Excuse me!" he said, "Not with my prince you don't". Tom glanced at him and smiled "Don't worry Max, I will make sure I see to you as well". "You think?" Max replied looking shocked, "You are my pussy boy now!" he exclaimed. Alex laid there laughing "Maybe for you I will be. Only maybe!" Tom replied leaning giving him a quick kiss. Max laid back down cuddling up to Tom "Is this okay if we do it again like?" Tom now asked. Alex nodded "Sure, as long as you don't forget I am royalty though" he said chuckling away. "And you?" Tom asked turning his head to Max who nodded and cuddled up even closer to him. There was a very real connection and affection between the three of them, each one had assumed it was more out of the flirting that seemed to have gone on for a while. For Tom it was that day when they first met and spoke to the prince at Greenacres when he knew he wanted to sex the hell out of him. But things changed so quickly when he was offered the chance of a lifetime and he owed such a debt of gratitude to Alex. It wasn't just for getting him the job, it was also for allowing him to be included in his inner circle. In the dappled light of the bedroom it didn't take long for the three of them to fall asleep. Max made the mistake of shuffling in bed and rolling on to his side waking Tom up who moved closer rubbing his growing cock against the soft skin of Max's arse. In a natural reaction Max moved his hand and stroked Tom's thigh pushing back. In the blink of an eye his cock moved between the suppleness hitting the warmth of his hole than opened allowing him access. Max giggled and try to push his leg away that was now moving over his own forcing him on to his stomach. Easily he could have fought him off but the thrill was there and he allowed Tom to position himself on top. He wasted no time and began fucking Max who tried to stifle his moans to prevent Alex from waking up. Tom licked the side of his neck and cheek then slipped one arm around his neck and using his free hand he gagged Max over the mouth, suddenly Max opened his eyes wide as Tom started recklessly fucking him and waking Alex up who laid on his side giggling. The muffled moan from under him, his body tensing, stretching forward, his arse clamping and clenching together rapidly, his low grunts displayed that he was shooting inside Max again. Removing his hand from his mouth Tom leaned down and kissed him hard then rolled off crashing in to Alex who seized the opportunity and started pushing his cock in to Tom. Copying what he had just done to Max, Alex now had Tom under him and gagged. It was a poor rendition as Alex didn't have the power in this hips, what he did instead was to keep his cock deep inside and rock his body back and forth over Tom's arse until the last minute when he let go and raised himself up on his arms fucking away hard for the last twenty seconds before shooting his load in his valet. With all intent and purpose to go back to sleep, which they did, that was until Tom felt horny again and got Alex then Max got Tom. Daylight was just beginning to appear when they finished the last bout of sex and fell asleep again, arses and cocks aching as they cuddled together in the sumptuous bed. Artem rolled over and saw the bed empty and unslept in, perplexed for a moment he suddenly realised that maybe he finally got Alex after all the silly flirting they did. Checking his phone for the time he knew the hotel butler would be arriving with the coffee shortly. He showered and dressed then entered the expansive lounge area just as the butler knocked on the door. Artem told him to leave the coffee on the table and he would deliver it to his highness. The butler did look slightly put out hoping he would get to see the young prince staying in the hotel, Artem made sure the butler knew to bring breakfast up at 9.30am and gave him a complete run down of what was required. After he left Artem poured two cups of coffee then decided he should probably do three if his suspicion was right. Placing the cups on the tray he walked towards the bedroom then knocked lightly on the door and entered. Three bodies laid strewn across the bed and he caught sight of Tom's naked arse who was laying on his stomach between Alex and Max. "Good morning your royal highness, sir" Artem said placing the coffee down, "Your coffee". Tom jumped up freaking out "Crap!" he said trying to cover himself with the sheet, "Sorry Artem". Artem grinned "Go shower and dress, the butler will be back at 9.30 with breakfast" he told him. "Yum yum to the butler" Tom said raising his eyebrows and they all rolled their eyes. Tom nodded and Alex slapped him on the arse "Naughty boy!" he said giggling as Tom took his coffee. Tom wagged a finger at him then bowed and left the room "Seriously!" Artem said with a judging look. Alex shrugged "Blame him" he said pointing to Max who rolled over. Artem rolled his eyes "Want to jump in and join us?" Max asked grinning away at him. "Oh Max!" Artem exclaimed putting the cup down by him, "No!" he said giggling, "Breakfast 9,30". Liam now stood at the door "Little trollops!" he said laughing. "Don't you start judging me" Alex replied picking up his coffee cup all prim and proper. Max looked over at him "You didn't fancy joining in last night?" he asked trying to keep a straight face. Liam stuck his nose up in the air giving them a snub and walked out with Artem laughing discussing how slutty the prince and his boyfriend were turning out to be. Across the lounge they could hear Franco giving Tom a good ribbing telling him he smelt of stale sex. Max laughed and laid back down in bed. "Do we have to get up?" Max asked in a whining voice, "I am so knackered". Alex put his cup down and leant over and kissed him "We can come back to bed if you like". Artem stood at the door again "Get your sorry arses out of bed. Now!" he said. Max laughed "How do you put up with him being so rude?" he asked Alex. "I know right. So flipping demanding" Alex replied, "He loves me though". Artem walked across the bedroom and pulled the sheet off Alex "Don't you dare!" Alex said giggling. Alex tried to fight him off but Artem had him by his ankles, despite the warnings from Alex he dragged the prince out of the bedroom and across the carpeted floor to the bathroom. All the time Alex was in fits of laughter whilst Max kneeled up on the bed watching and laughing as well, until Artem looked at him and told him he would be next. By the time they appeared from the bedroom they were both showered and appropriately dressed just as the butler arrived with their breakfasts. "Sorry should I come back?" Mateo asked taken back seeing the prince for real. "No that is okay" Artem replied ushering Mateo in who was taking sneaky glances at the prince. "What do I do?" Mateo asked looking at Artem for guidance. "Bow and address him as his royal highness and his partner as sir" Artem said advising him on protocol. Mateo did just that realising it was the first time he had been in the presence of real royalty and not just celebrities. Quickly he got back to preparing the table with Artem helping out whilst Alex and Max went outside on the terrace overlooking Hollywood with Liam and Franco joining them. Tom finished dressing putting his valet suit for breakfast and in case he was required. It may be the casual part of the trip but he never forget who he was in service to. Walking out of the bedroom he caught sight of Mateo again, the attractive looking Mexican who looked to be in his early twenties and standing slightly shorter than Artem yet his build was on par with himself. Straight away Tom got a vibe by the way Mateo looked at him. Tom walked over to shake his hand and was rewarded by a gentle finger caress on his wrist by the butler, it was indistinguishable to the naked eye. Yet it spoke volumes to Tom and he looked Mateo in the eye and smiled then returned the a caress and Mateo nodded in confirmation. Tom had heard about this discreet movement that many gay man adopted if unsure, and to have it done to him without anyone even knowing was quite thrilling. He helped finish laying the table for breakfast when Artem dismissed him telling him that would be all for now and to return at 11am to clean the suite. Mateo nodded and left the suite by the butlers pantry. "Should have kept him here to serve us" Tom said as the door the pantry closed. Artem put the coffee pot on the table "We can manage Tom it is only the six of us". Tom smiled "Still would have been nice to be waited on for a change" he said quite casually. Artem laughed "Yeah I guess. Maybe we can do that tomorrow" he said agreeing with Tom. "Or dinner tonight when they go off to the premier and party" Tom suggested. The other four came back in from the terrace and they all sat down for breakfast chatting away about what do until the premier. Max really wanted to go back to bed and Alex suggested they book in to the spa for the morning to get out of everyone's way, Franco jumped at the chance to spend the morning in the spa and happily volunteered to keep an eye on the boys and indulge in some treatments if Liam wanted to go for a run and hit the gym.

Thanks man always hungry

When I was in my early 20 I used to shave my hole and balls. Now it's just my balls

After a few messages on a hookup app, a nervous top finally decided his need outweighed his fear of getting caught. He decided on the men's room at a local department store. I would go in first. tell him it's clear and then he would come in, step into my stall and feed me. Very discreet. Everything went smooth, the store is suffering a pandemic lack of business and the men's room was vacant. I set up in the back stall. Sent the message and waited. Heard the door, and then the stall door opened. Took him no time to pull out his cock and feed it to me. Nice cock, clean and hard already. He had hit on me because of my love of facials and he wanted to cum on my face. It didn't take long and he pulled his cock out and blasted my face! Must of been a while because he shot all over my face! And then his guilt kicked in, he zipped up and was gone before I could say thanks! Just as I pulled the wet wiped and paper towels out of my pocket to clean up, the stall door opens and another guy is standing there, stroking another nice cock! He askes if I want more. He must have heard us? I said yes and he stepped in and fed me his cock before I could clean up from the first one! I love sucking cock and cum! I love sucking cock with cum on my face! He pulled his cock out several times and used the head of his cock to scoop up cum on my face and feed it to me. He kept pulling his cock back and teasing me with it, asking me if I wanted his cum! And then he finally came, blasting my face again! He too came a lot, covering me again! Then used his cock to smear it all over my face! Cumslut heaven! Two nice cum loads in a few minutes. Two strangers cumming on my face. Before leaving he handed me a card with his email on it, thanked me and was gone. I used the sink and literally took a shower in the restroom to clean up. But I could still smell and taste the cum on the way home! I love cum!

The anticipation of the initial mounting get my juices going. And then when that cockhead pushes in I'm in heat for more and a great fucking. But my favorite part is that moment when the Alpha's breathing gets heavier, he starts to moan, pounds harder and you know he's on the verge of cumming. That's when I loudly say, "Breed me! Deep seed me with that cock!" That's the ultimate part, the Breeding, since that what we're (bottoms) meant for, to service and serve as a receptacle for that Sacred Seed.

(2/2) I’m on my back, in my jocks, feet up. This beefy guy gets in. Maybe in his fifties, huge nipples, furry pecs and a bit of a belly. I can’t see his face against the red light behind him. He smells strongly of sweat and cum which turns me on. I can tell he’s been fucking sloppy holes before as I feel his dick is all slimy with cum when he slides it in me. I hear a big sigh and a grunt and he picks up the pace, choking me while thrusting deeper and deeper. My fuckbud is holding my head as he orders me to take another sniff of poppers. I see can that they’re looking at each other from time to time. He’s about to finish when I see 2 or 3 guys entering the room. “Another load in the bank, boy” as the beefy guy shoots his cum deep in me. My ass had never been this sloppy before. Another guy lines up his dick with my hole before entering in one thrust. His dick is a lot bigger than the beefy guy’s. He looks tall, blond or ginger for what I can see, muscular bod. This one leans forward and I get my first kiss of the night. He stands back up and he’s brutal as fuck. He exchanges looks with my fuckbud before shooting his load. It must be load five or six. I lost count a while ago. Guys keep entering the room, fucking me and dropping their loads. I can’t take it anymore, my hole is fucking raw but I don’t even have the energy to resist or get up. I’m starting to regret realizing my fantasy of being whored out and missing my bed. My fuckbud keeps providing poppers. I don’t know how long I’m there for nor can I figure out how many guys passed by after the tall ginger guy. 1, 2 or 6 maybe? I just can tell between whiffs of poppers that my fuckbuddy is exchanging looks with each of them as if he’s giving consent for something. Finally, the last guy leaves. “It’s my turn now, boy! I’ve been jerking my dick this whole time, watching you taking dick like a champ”. My fuckbud shoves his dick right in. At this point, I barely feel it anymore. He’s fucking me like a mad guy, his face all contorted with the excitement he’s been building up for the past few hours. He picks up the pace until he stops. His dick still in me, he leans forward down to my ear. “I saw the changes you’ve made to your profile on BBRT, dirty little fucker. I know what you want and I know you’re still not sure. At first, I was mad for not telling cause you’re putting me at risk. But then I figured the best way to punish you would be to give it to you. I counted 8 loads tonight without mine. I can tell you at least 2 of those were toxic”. My head is turning. I’m scared as fuck, I’m regretting what I’ve done but I’m just to exhausted to even answer. I can’t know which ones are fatal. “I can see in your eyes you’re scared, boy. Don’t worry, it was just a matter of time before you went through with this by yourself anyway.” He picks up the pace, I can hear the sloppy noise the mix of loads is making as he fucks me. I just want it to be over now. “Take my load, boy!” as he’s finally shooting what I hope will be my last load of cum for the night. “It may be my last neg load as well boy, but it was well worth it”.

Greenville bottom 5.6 Harry love to take dick

My brother used a pat of butter he took from a restaurant to fuck me while we were on the road traveling.

Trevor was on his hands and knees on the living room carpet, his face down and his hairy muscled solid ass raised up. He was moaning deep and hungry from his throat as he moved his ass back and forth and up and down in front of my face as I knelt behind him. He was starting to feel the effects of the loaded needleless syringe I had emptied into his hairy chute a few moments earlier that had been filled with a powerful booty bump. Damn this pig just kept getting hungrier and needier for more sex, more drugs and more cum and piss. I slid 3 fingers knuckles-deep inside his wet warm pig hole and felt his ass muscles begin caressing and working on my digits like he was jacking a dick with his hole. His moans grew louder and greedier as he pushed his perfect bi boy ass back eagerly trying to get my fingers deeper inside him. “Yeah you hot fucking sexed up bottom pig. You like those fingers inside your boi pussy don't you?”, I asked. “You like feeling me stretch your cock craving boi hole and twisting my fingers back and forth huh? Makes you crazy to get fucked again doesn't it?” “Oh yesssss, bro it fucking feels so good! I love having something in my tight hairy pig hole...whatever you and Daddy want to put in it – cocks, fingers, tongues,dildos. I can't get enough bro. Please, man, please use my hole. Keep it filled. Gawd I love the feelings you and Daddy make my slutty hole feel!” “And you love all the cum and piss and meth we put in your wet open hole too don't you? Feeding your piggy hunger and making you understand what a fucking cock-worshipping pig bitch like you is here for. Your ass and your throat are meant to service and pleasure and be used by alpha men to drill and pound and breed and mark as long and as often as they need to use your holes, right, boy?” “Yes, bro, gawd yes! I want you and Daddy using and owning my fucking holes, using me as your cumdump and urinal. Damn dude I can't believe how much I need you both inside me.” “And other men too, pig? You want other men deep in your ass and throat too don't you? Feeling all the cock you can get stuffing you, stretching you, breeding you. Doesn't matter who it is or what color or age as long as your holes are being fucked and cummed in. Nothing about the tops that are using your holes matters if they keep you fucked and fucked up, right baby boi?” I was working on his mindset to want nothing but cock, eventually – soon! - even the fucker's status wouldn't matter to our strung out cockwhore as long as he kept getting his “fix” of dick, cum and piss. “Fuck yeah bro! All the men that you and Daddy want to have use my ass and mouth. My holes belong to you all and I will take whoever's cock in my guts that you all say! Just don't let the fucking stop bro! Please!! I have to have cocks and cum all the time!” I now had 4 fingers moving in and out and around in semi circles inside this sexy tina-controlled hairy pig's ass. I could feel all the cum and piss that Daddy and I had been dumping in him again and again and again covering my fingers, knowing that every single drop of all that cum in his young naive hole was lethal unmedicated HVL POZ cum! I was working it into the torn and abused tissues of the lining of his ass making sure our family dna made it's way into his dna, changing him forever. Gawd my dick was so fucking hard thinking of all the dirty sperm our pig boi had inside him. He was no doubt already as good as knocked up but Daddy and I were enjoying his holes and piggy hunger too much to stop now. It was close to 10:00 on Saturday night and we still had a hell of a lot of time to use this whore's body and holes and mind. And we still had not gotten to the point of getting him to beg for POZ cum but it wouldn't be much longer I was sure. Without him being aware of it his mind had already crossed that threshold of insatiable need and desire. He couldn't stop taking cock and cum even if he tried. But he wasn't going to try that. No fucking way! I passed the poppers to him and told him to hit them hard and keep on hitting them. As I felt the warmth from the popper rush spread around my fingers in his ass, I folded my thumb into the palm of my hand and began applying pressure moving my entire fist toward his red puffy and gripping hole. Fuck I couldn't wait to see his reaction to his first fisting!!

**Sorry for being away from this story for so long guys. Hope you enjoy the new chapter!** Walking into the living room I felt my cock throb, my toxic precum oozing heavily out of my piss slit, and felt my hole twitch with hunger at the scene in front of me. The couch had been moved over to the side and the opened-up space was now occupied by Leather Daddy's rim chair. Daddy does not get it out to use very often, except when he is especially horny, hungry and high (like he's been all this weekend so far), and if he considers whatever is going on at the time is a very special occasion. The last time he had brought it out was not quite a year ago, for a 3-day celebration the weekend after we received the official word of my conversion. That rim chair got a whole month's worth of use that weekend by every top and bottom who played and partyed with me and Daddy. Remembering that weekend brought another flow of thick precum out of my cockhead and a low soft moan of lust deep in my throat. And now Daddy had brought it out for another very special dirty nasty occasion - the turning and pozzing of the sexy dark haired eager hungry sub pig bottom who was being used by Daddy and me since late Friday night almost non-stop. Daddy was determined that before the cock-craving daddy-pleasing slut left Sunday night he would be fully pozzed up as well as wanting all the poz cock and cum loads he could get. Standing just inside the living room, (as yet unnoticed by either Daddy or Trevor, our chemmed up and horned up pig) I saw Daddy leaning slightly back on the top of the rim chair, sucking deep and hard on the glass cock and filling the area all around him with huge white clouds of tina smoke. He was naked except for his black harness across his chest which showed off his huge hard nips, his black leather glove on his left hand, and his black leather cap with a special designed insignia on it - a black scorpion with its tail raised sitting astride a red skull and crossbones. He looked fucking hot as hell and I had no doubt he could give the devil himself some very hard competition! (There are some boys and young men who have sold their souls to the devil in the heat of the moment and with some powerful influence from "Miss T" in order to be Daddy's cumdump or boi. That is a story for another time, perhaps. HAIL!). In the dimmed lighting of the room together with the light of the flame for the pipe, his skin was almost glowing with a sheen of sweat that just accentuated his power, masculinity and dominance. His massive Daddy cock was standing up tall and thick and menacingly between his thighs, wet from what was likely a combination of precum, lube and spit from the pig's cocksucking mouth. Stretched out on the carpeted floor beneath the rim chair and Daddy was a naked hairy body visible from the waist down to the size 10 feet, with a dick just as hard as Daddy's though not quite as long. Of course I couldn't see his face but I knew that naked body and dick belonged to Trevor, who from the sounds of wet slurping and muffled moans was eagerly and happily eating out Daddy's hot hairy meaty manhole. A hole I knew very well was tight and delicious, and even tastier when it had cum and/or piss in it! "If Leather Daddy lets me shoot some cum and piss up his ass before this weekend is done Trevor will get an extra special treat eating out Daddy's hole after that", I thought briefly to myself. "Aw yeahhhh, pig!", I heard Daddy cry out in his deep growl of lust and pleasure. "That's it you fucking slut! Eat out your Daddy's manhole! Get your fucking faggot tongue up inside your MAN and make him feel good! Damn boy you've got one HELLUVA thick hungry tongue! Might have to keep my ass on your mouth for a couple hours or more, pig!" From under Daddy's ass hole there was an immediate muffled moan of delight. Daddy laughed in a dark erotic way that made my balls and nips tingle. "Yeah, pig! Daddy knew you'd like the sound of that! Pig boy can't get enough of his MAN's hairy hole. And Daddy's not in any rush to get away from your tongue either!" Trevor moaned again as the wet sounds of piggy sex kept filling the air from beneath where Daddy was sitting. Daddy lit the flame under the bowl, took a long, deep pull on the pipe filling his lungs, brain and blood with the chemical-filled smoke, closed his eyes and leaned his head back exhaling the smoke after about 45 seconds, creating a thick sweet-smelling cloud of white that hung in the air above the rim chair - where all of my urges and desires had become focused. Driven now by my intense lust I knew what I had to do. I set the water bottles I was still holding on the floor next to me and moved forward. My eyes were moving back and forth from watching Daddy's hand stroking his cock as he continued leaning back, eyes closed, encouraging Trevor's rimming, to the thick hard throbbing cock standing erect from Trevor's crotch. My own hungers and needs were heightened more than ever before with the Tina, and the coke I'd just snorted in the kitchen and with all the depraved things we were doing with and to Trevor and I needed hot unrestrained pervy mansex NOW!! Daddy was taking care of his cock with his hand. I needed to take care of Trevor's cock with my bare hole and have him take care of the burning need in my chute with his hard bi fuckmeat! Before either Daddy or the pig were aware I was even in the room, I quickly closed the few feet between me and Trevor's exposed body. Grabbing a bottle of poppers off the floor near Trevor's leg I took 2 deep hits in each nostril then slammed my tight poz hole all the way down to Trevor's balls in one strong shove! I cried out in animal pleasure feeling his raw cock plunge up inside my guts. At the same time through my haze of lust, pleasure and drugs I heard Trevor cry out, "What the FUCK??!!! Oh gawdddd!! So good!! So damn good!!" With the urgent hunger and need burning hotly inside my ass I immediately began riding up and down Trevor's fat hard shaft with long strokes of my muscled hole moaning with depraved lust and pleasure feeling this bottom pig's thick cock stretching my hole. Daddy of course was fully aware now of what was happening and I heard him urging me on in his hoarse voice full of lust and sensual pleasure. “Yeah, boy, that's it. Ride that pig's fat raw neg cock! Yeah he's got a nice fucking dick and Daddy's not surprised my boy wants it in his hole! I know what a cock loving slut you are and I know you are in fucking pig heaven feeling his hard shaft stuffing your hungry hole! Ride him boy and use that tight sexy ass of yours to jack him off and make him fill your guts with his chemmed up neg cum! Milk it out of him boy! One of the last like that he'll ever be shooting in any fucking hole!” “Oh yeah Trevor!” I panted as I squeezed his cock with my ass muscles, greedy to feel him shooting his first load of the weekend inside my ass. I knew it was going to be a huge one and with all the chems he'd had already I knew his cum was going to blast me up 2 or 3 levels higher in lust and pigginess. “Fuck me pig! Fuck my jock ass with your fucking hard dick! Breed me boy! Fill me up with your cum just like Daddy and I have filled you up. Cum in me pig! I need it bro! Give me your cum! Fill me now fucker! NOWWWWW!!” Suddenly I felt Trevor's hands grab my hips as he began thrusting hard and deep up into my hole. “Oh gawd! I've never fucked anything so tight before. I've never fucked a frigging ass! I love it bro! I fucking love it! Can't hold back dude! I'm gonna cum! Gonna fucking flood your tight fucking ass now! Oh gawd yesssss! Take it fucker! Take my fucking cum! Arrrrghhhhhhhhhh!!” I felt Trevor's magnificent hard as steel cock throb violently deep in my guts then I felt it spewing out spurt after spurt of his bi neg partyed up spunk inside me. So warm! So fucking awesome! “Do it pig! Fuck that cum into your brother's hole and breed him hard!” Daddy said, as I shuddered in lust and hunger!!