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Part 2: Will Accepts Dominic's Offer Two days went by before I receive an email from Dominic. During that time, I’d almost forgotten about him and the dream. I’d swung by my office after a late-day workout session at the gym and found the email waiting for me. “Hey, Pastor Ryder, thanks for emailing me back. I’m free to meet Friday after work if that works for you. I can be there around 4. I appreciate you taking the time to meet with me. I feel like we had a good connection on Sunday. Email me back if Friday at 4 works. Thanks, Dom.” As I read the email, I was suddenly aware of how sweaty I was. I sweat easily, and the hair on my chest and in my armpits always collected odor if I wasn’t careful. My roommate in college complained about my laundry smelling. I never took any notice. Now, however, I was suddenly very aware of my own stink. I lifted my arm and turned my head, smelling my armpit. It was a ripe smell. I started to lower my arm when, instead, I lifted it back up and moved my face closer, taking in a big whiff. Ripe had never smelled this good before. It made my head spin. Slowly, I stuck my tongue out and ran it along the sweaty-drenched hairs, tasting myself. It was salty and a bit bitter, but I liked it. It tasted strong, and I wanted more. A knock on the door pulled me from my exploration, causing me to nearly jump out of my chair. I made sure I was collected before I said, “Come in.” It was Pastor Kline. “Hey, Will. Just checking in. How are you?” “I’m good.” “Have you had anymore of those dreams?” I shook my head. “Good. You look like you’ve just run a marathon. You’ll want to light a candle in here.” “I’ll do that.” I couldn’t tell, but, for a moment, I could have sworn I saw Pastor Kline inhale deep, a smile turning his mouth for a second. “Did you email that visitor?” “I did. We’re meeting tomorrow.” “That’s great news, Will. Well, I’m on my way home. My wife is making a meatloaf again. You’re free to join us if you want.” “Thanks, Mark, but I’ve got leftovers I need to take care of tonight. Some other time.” Pastor Kline left, leaving me to respond to the email. “Hey, Dominic. Friday works fine. Meet me at my office. Thanks, Pastor Will Ryder.” I went home and showered, relishing the feeling of the warm water. As I soaped up, I made sure to clean thoroughly around my balls, cock, and butt crack. As I cleaned, reaching my butthole, I found my cock shooting to life, standing at attention. I jumped, surprised by this never-before-felt feeling. I tried again, finding my cock growing and my balls pulling up to my body. Forgetting the bar of soap, I reached my hand back and ran a finger along the hole. A tingling sensation ran throughout my body, making my knees weak. I moved my finger in little circles, falling against the wall as I struggled to breathe from the waves of pleasure. I pressed against my hole, moving in rhythm, my body nearly shaking from the sensation. I increased pressure, pushing harder, until my finger slipped and entered inside. “Ah,” I gasped, removing my finger and wincing at the pain. I looked at my finger and found a small trace of blood near my nail. I must have cut myself. As the water ran down and mixed with the soap, I felt the stinging. There’s no way of putting a bandage down there, I thought, turning off the water once I was rinsed off. Even with the pain, I found my cock still hard. I considered jerking off but decided against it. I was too tired and had work to do. I was preaching Sunday and needed to be as prepared as possible. I’d lost track of time by 4 on Friday. I was nearly finished with my sermon when a knock on the door pulled my attention. “Come in,” I said. The door opened and Dominic stuck his head inside. “Pastor Ryder.” “Dominic Moore,” I said, standing up and reaching out a hand. “Good to see you again.” “You too,” he said, entering my office and shaking. “Please, just call me Dom. Everyone does.” “Alright, Dom. Call me Will.” “Will do, Will,” he said, smiling and taking a seat. He was wearing another black t-shirt, this time with a design on the chest of a skull with gems for eyes and the words “Dark Soul Tattoos” beneath. “I’ve heard of that place,” I said, pointing at his shirt. “I’ve never gone.” “I own the place,” he said. “You’re a tattoo artist.” “Nearly twenty years now,” he said. “Which I’m guessing isn’t too far off from your age.” I smiled. “I’m twenty-nine,” I told him. “Still young,” he said. For a brief moment, there was a look in his eyes which reminded me of the look I had seen in my dream. There was a ferocity, as if whatever was on his mind he wanted and was determined to get. “So, tell me about yourself,” I said. “I know you’re a tattoo artist. What else? Are you married?” “I’m not the married type,” he said. “I’ve had temporary partners, but none that last long. How about you? Are you married?” “I’m not,” I told him, holding up my left hand and showing the lack of a wedding ring. “I thought religious people were supposed to marry young so they could start fucking their brains out and popping out kids.” “Oh,” I said, taken back by his language. “Many do marry young and start families soon after. For myself, I just haven’t found the right person yet.” “I bet you’re close,” Dominic said. “Closer than you think.” I nodded. “I like to think so. So, tell me more about yourself.” "Like what?" "I don't know. Life philosophy?" Dominic laughed. “When I was younger, I tried to make good choices, but I felt like I was walking on a tightrope, destined to fall. After a while, I stopped trying. I found making bad choices felt more freeing. I liked living by my own rules, not worrying about my choices.” “And what about now?” “I’m not sure,” he said. “I think something is bringing me here.” I sat quietly, staring at him. “Really?” “Yeah,” he said. “I think you're meant to help me.” “Oh, right. Yes. Of course. I don’t doubt that for a second.” My eyes searched his arms, taking note of his different tattoos. There was a skull covered in barbed wire on his left arm along with a scorpion and a date. “Are you a Scorpio?” I asked. Dominic looked down at his left arm and smiled. “I am, funny enough.” “That date though, isn’t that in May. May birthdates aren’t Scorpios.” “No,” he said. “That date is for something else. I looked over to his right arm where there were several tattoos I couldn’t make out, except for markings along the inside of his forearm. “Are those tally marks?” He looked to his other arm and smiled, running his left hand along the tattoo. “They are.” “What are they for?” “That’s a bit complicated to explain,” he said. “Maybe someday I’ll tell you.” I tried counting them. “How many are there?” “Almost fifty,” he said. “One away, actually.” “Maybe you’ll get fifty soon.” He smiled at me, the same ferocity from before filling his eyes. “Yeah. I think I will.” Sunday came, and as everyone left the sanctuary, I saw Dominic still in his seat, Pastor Kline hovering over him. I felt a concern growing and quickly jumped in. “How is everyone doing?" “Good,” Dominic said. “You’re a good speaker. Most times when I hear people speak, I get headaches after too long. That didn’t happen today.” “Will is a special man,” Pastor Kline said. “I knew that from the first moment I met him. Well, I won't take anymore of your time. I'll talk to you soon.” He shook Dominic’s hand, holding on for several seconds before letting go. Domonic waited until Pastor Kline was out of earshot to say, “Thanks for the save. He was getting a bit chummy.” “He’s a friendly guy,” I told him. “He’s like a second father.” Domonic raised a brow. “Interesting,” he said. “What is?” “Nothing,” he said. “Anyways, I wanted to thank you for speaking to me on Friday.” “It’s no problem,” I told him. “That’s what we’re here for. Anytime you need to talk. Myself, Pastor Kline, or Pastor Matthews are at your disposal.” “Good to know,” he said. “Look, I wanted to thank you for seeing me Friday. I hoped you’d take me up on coming over to my place for dinner tonight.” “Oh,” I said, surprised by the offer. “If you already have plans,” he said, “I’ll understand. I just wanted to talk some more. I’ll take care of everything. I’ll have drinks and food. Do you like steak?” “I do,” I said. “So, what do you think?” I glanced out at the lobby and saw Mrs. Peters eyeing me, Rachel standing behind her. I could tell that they weren’t happy to see me talking with someone who looked like Domonic. “That would be great. Thank you.” “Awesome,” he said. “Here, put your number into my phone, and I’ll text you the address.” I typed in my number and started to add my name when he stopped me. “Don’t worry. I’ll add that later. I’ll see you tonight.” “See you then,” I said, watching as he left the sanctuary. I was not the only one watching as he left, but I was sure I was the only one struggling to hide a boner.

Part 6 "Who do you think knocked you up? Jerry can't since he's on meds. I decided if anyone was going to do it, it should be me. I know that sounds kind of selfish, but Dennis said it would bond us even closer" I replied. We talked while his cum soaked into my guts and I explained everything. "Don't blame Dennis, he may have suggested it, but I was the one who made it happen. I wanted to be the one and not some random stranger... or even a friend" I told him. He rolled us on our sides, spooning me with his arms wrapped around me tight, sobbing "Thank you" over and over until we fell asleep. People at work looked concerned when I got there, but my upbeat attitude told most that I was OK, and the few that inquired I told that things were great. They had noticed that I was distracted the previous few weeks after calling in sick for several days, which I had never done in the years I'd worked there. We went in on Saturday to get the numbers and a suggestion for treatment. Tom was told to avoid any sexual encounters and I was told to limit myself to safe sex regardless if the other person was poz. I'm pretty sure that the doctor knew I wasn't going to follow his instructions, much less his treatment plan. "So... what did you tell all those poz tops that wanted to breed you when you were convinced that you were still neg?" I asked, my dick firmly planted in his ass the next day. Tom chuckled. "One wants me to recharge him, two others offered to let me join them with the next chaser they found. The last was actually pissed" he said. "You were pretty intent on pozzing me when you thought I was neg. Are you going to find someone else to gift?" I asked. "No... I think I'm going to be a poz cum dump from now on. I'm not a great top and I like taking dick too much. Do you still want to be open or am I the only one to get your charged loads?" Tom asked. "I still think we should be open. The only time it was a problem was when you were trying not to get infected. That's not an issue any more and I love fucking you when there's a load inside you. What about you?" I asked. "Open, definitely. I promise not to go psycho again, unless I don't get any dick. Yours or someone else's" Tom said. "Good. I will guarantee two things, you'll keep getting my dick and you won't be the last guy I knock up... just the first" I told him. -- The first few weeks after Tom had joined club poz, we only had sex with each other. The vibe was like it was when we first met. Neither of us had realized that we'd slowly fallen into a rut when we fucked and both made comments to each other about how much better it was. When we finally went back at our usual bar we were the most popular guys around. It had been a couple months since we had gone out socially. We didn't need to buy a drink all night and there were guys I'd never talked to coming up telling us "congrats!" Word spread quickly and I know it wasn't from us. Some would dance around the topic until they'd ask if we were still toxic or had gone on meds right away. Most seemed to be happy we'd decided to wait a while. After a few nights at the bar I had almost twenty new contacts in my phone, all wanting to hookup some time and roll the dice. When there was a lull Tom turned to me and asked "Can I change my mind?" I laughed and said "No. There's no going back. Even if you could, I'd just knock you up again." Tom laughed and replied "That would be so fuckin cool, but that's not what I meant. I think I want to top some and not just be a cum dump. The more guys beg for my load, the more I want to do them." "That, you can change your mind about. I've got my first lined up for Monday, so you have at least that night free" I told him. He was so excited when I agreed I think he shot a spurt of cum into his jeans right then. I know there was a wet spot on them. When it got near to closing time, Tom headed to the bathroom to recycle some beer. I got another phone number from a guy who said he'd been chasing for almost a year. "All the poz guys I can find are undetectable" he groused. When Tom came back, there was a drip of cum on his cheek and I said "One guy didn't have very good aim" as I scooped it off his cheek and licked it up. "I'm lubed and ready for when we get home" Tom replied. This was our new sexual freedom. Sometimes we didn't wait to hookup, a quickie in the bathroom was just as good. The chaser on Monday was a fun time. He was a couple years older than me and muscled, but he moaned like a bitch when I rimmed him and squealed like a little pig when I pounded him. He begged for my bug filled load several times while I fucked his muscled ass. He got two loads planted in his hole and swallowed whatever he could lick off my dick after. He even wanted to meet the next day, but Thursday was the soonest I could make it. Tom was waiting for me when I got home, grinning and excited. "I hope yours was as fun as mine. It felt so good to shoot my charged load into his neg hole" Tom said. "Not as good as when I shot mine in yours" I replied. "Maybe. I think mine had second thoughts, though, but my dick stayed hard after I bred him the first time, so I kept going until I gave him a second load. We'll see if he wants to meet up again" Tom said. "The guy I just bred wanted to meet tomorrow, but I pushed him off til Thursday. Tomorrow I'm meeting Dennis to breed his ass for the first time since he knocked me up... Want to join in?" I asked. Tom smiled and replied "That would be fun." "Be sure to save up for the party on Saturday afternoon, but I'll invite him over instead of going to his place tomorrow" I told Tom. -- "Welcome to the club, stud. I wish we'd been the ones to knock you up, but I know Dennis is really happy to have done it. We should all can get together sometime and swap our strains" Tony said. We were sitting around Dennis' place, waiting on a chaser to show up. He flaked and Tom volunteered his ass to take all of the pent up loads. Everyone told him he was being greedy and with some encouragement from Rico and Tony, I ended up on all fours next to him. It was a new experience getting fucked next to my boyfriend, but we both enjoyed it. Tony and Rico were both bigger than Dennis and way bigger than Tom. They were both much better tops too. I knew I'd be hurting for a few days though. I got a load each from Rico and Tony, while Sean, Dennis and his nephew's buddy bred Tom. "You got a sweet ass for a top" Rico told me before adding "I hope that's not the last time I get to tap it." "Only after I get to recharge you and Tony" I replied. When we got home, Tom and I fucked for another couple hours, sucking and fucking until our balls were empty again. I fucked the cum out of him and then licked it off his chest and face. -- It had been a strange couple of months since Tom and I had converted. Our open relationship was working just like it had when we first tried it. We were meeting a lot of guys and having some great encounters with them before having some amazing sex together. Patrick and Dennis had introduced us to a lot of poz guys, some on meds and other that were, like us, not. While my attitude has always been pretty laid back regarding STDs - shit happens and deal with it - this was affecting me differently. Knowing that I was poz and viral had me looking at hookups in a whole new way. I was understanding Dennis' comments about the virus attacking me mentally. It just happened in reverse order than with Tom. The attraction I had to a guy had a new dimension to it based on his status. Negative bottoms not on PrEP were top priority, closely followed by unmedicated poz tops. Unmedicated poz bottoms were in the middle and the protected ones were last. Yeah, I found that I liked to bottom for guys that had a strong viral load to give me. I didn't say anything to Tom about it but one night I found myself bent over the urinal next to him at the bar, getting fucked. It turned him on and when we went home that night, he fucked me for the second time since he found out he had converted. He was much better than the other time he fucked me and I put it down to all the practice he'd been getting breeding chasers. "I take it Dennis isn't the only guy to fuck you lately" Tom said. "No... but since he's undetectable again, I've had to find some alternatives to get my fix" I replied. "If you keep bottoming, I might need to become a top to keep the universe in balance" Tom said, laughing afterwards.

I have mentioned before that I am dating a much younger guy long-distance. He's a cute twink with long ginger hair and 8x6 cut. He's planning to move down here in about 6 weeks, so I am very stoked about that. Anyway, he took a week of vacation and came to visit last week. In the seven days he was here, he gave me 30 loads in my ass, 1 in my mouth, and 2 all over my face because he had never tried that before. I am pretty sure he has fucked me harder than any man ever has before.

Part 5 "How's my little bug chaser doing? Feeling ok? We skipped Tuesday's dose... I guess we'll have to start all over again" Jerry said as Tom sucked on his dick. Jerry winked at me when I pulled my shirt up, showing him the last bits of rash on my stomach. Saturday was a repeat of the week before. I was amazed at how much cum my body could shoot. I did some role play on a few fucks, making him beg for my toxic load. I hoped that Saturday marked the day I was no longer shooting blanks and the countdown had begun before Tom was converting like I just had. Jerry moved to a Monday/Wednesday/Friday breeding schedule from Tuesday/Friday. Mine was seven days a week. Our sex had the energy it did back when we first met, but a week later I could tell that Tom was getting restless. "I know that I agreed with you, Patrick and Dennis that I should know who the guy that pozzed me is, but I'm wondering if Jerry is that potent or even poz" Tom said after Sunday morning's fuck. "Give it a little more time. You heard Dennis tell you about his nephew's friend and that it took over two months for him to convert" I said. I prayed that my newly minted bug would get him a lot sooner. Hoping to drag him a little longer, I added "Only a month til our anniversary. Hopefully you'll get a big gift." I watched Tom smile. He kissed me and said "I can't believe you didn't dump me when you found out I wanted to get pozzed. Thanks for being so supportive" Tom said. "You're welcome but you should thank Dennis too. He's the one that explained a lot of stuff to me. He really hated seeing us falling apart and told me I needed to encourage you" I told him. My cock pushed back into his wet hole and I gave him a slow sensuous fuck for the next forty five minutes. "Are you going to keep fucking me bare after I convert? Or are you going to stop until I'm undetectable?" Tom asked as we laid there with another load in his ass. "I doubt I could wait that long. Dennis did say it was really hot fucking a guy that was converting. I'll keep fucking your poz ass just like I have your neg one" I replied. He waited a minute and looked back at me. There was a twinkle in his eye and he asked "I heard some bottom guys get the urge to top once they convert. I'd like to try fucking you when I'm poz. OK?" I chuckled and replied "We'll see." Tom had never topped me in all the years we had been together. I may have swallowed hundreds of his loads, but I don't consider that bottoming. Immediately I knew that he wanted to charge me up so we'd be toxic together. If I had doubted Dennis' plan before, I didn't any more. When Jerry showed up on Monday night I left the two of them in the living room and wandered back to the bedroom to surf. It had gotten boring watching them and Tom said he was doing just enough to get the load. The next two nights when Jerry showed up were the same and I fucked Dennis at his place instead of watching lame sex. The weekend was when it was fun. Tom and I fucked half of Saturday and then hit the stores to replenish the house. I almost dragged him to the bathroom at the grocery store to fuck another load in his ass, but it was busy. The guys that came out were laughing and unfortunately there were a couple more in front of us so instead of waiting for someone else have a quickie, we just finished shopping and went home. Actually, we went home and fucked like rabbits. I'm sure the ice cream had started to melt, since we only got a few things put away before I had him bent over the counter forcing my bare cock back into his hole. Jerry was getting as bored as Tom was. Monday's fuck was quick and he was heading out the door fifteen minutes after he arrived. At least he gave me a nice lubed hole to drop my charged load into. There was so much cum on my bush and running down our legs, I think I forced all of his useless cum out and replaced it with my more potent seed. When I got home from work Wednesday, Tom was laying on the couch. The pained moans coming from his mouth made me grin briefly until I knelt down next to him. I remembered all of the things that I felt when I converted and it appeared he was now experiencing them. Dennis looked after me those first two days and I did the same for Tom. When Jerry showed up at eight, he took one look at Tom and said "My work is done. Be sure to share" and left. Normally, I hate feeling a body next to me in bed radiating enough heat to melt glass, but that night it turned me on. The last thing he needed was sex, yet I wanted to feel my cock plowing into his fevered hole. I wondered if Dennis enjoyed fucking me while I converted as much as I did fucking Tom. I took the next two days off to take care of him. He took longer to recover than I did and I probably didn't help him by fucking him a couple times a day and wearing him out. "Thanks for sticking by me. I guess this isn't gonna scare you away" he said Saturday evening, hugging me tight before he passed out again. I wondered how I was going to tell him that I was the one that pozzed him and that Jerry was just a ruse. Sunday he looked a little better but it took until Tuesday night where he was close to his normal self. "I heard it could be bad or I might never know when I converted, but that royally sucked. I guess I need to go and find out for sure, but from the stories I've heard I'm probably poz now. I'll understand if you want to find a more compatible partner" The sex that night was the most passionate we had ever had. I came three times in him. I showed up after work the next day with two of the drug store HIV tests, knowing they would probably tell us we were negative. He really looked disappointed when they did. We were back at hard, rutting sex that night where I told him "I'm gonna fuck the last neg load out of your dick!" He complimented me on my role play later, but was really depressed. I had hoped that it would spur some more nasty role play, but it did the opposite. The next few days, got him another load or two and he slowly got more involved. Sunday night, after a weekend of mostly sex, he said "I guess I need to find another guy to charge me up. Do you mind if I invite some guys over? I talked with a few online that said that they're so fucking toxic that one load will do it." "No, not at all. I find it really hot to watch you get bred by other guys before I fuck you too. But..." I told him, stopping mid-sentence. He looked back at me, waiting for me to continue. "I think instead we should go to the clinic and get a real test first. I heard the over the counter ones are only accurate a few months after you've converted" I said. He sighed and replied "OK." We hit the clinic in the neighborhood the next day. I'm pretty sure I wanted to fuck every guy there. Patients, nurses, the receptionist and the doctor. We both got poked, prodded, fingered, and drained of a few vials of blood. Everyone was professional and it was about as clinical as it gets and yet my dick was hard the entire time. Even the doctor made a comment about it. "I guess that works fine" he said, chuckling. Tom wasn't as excited and we went home to wait for our next appointment. The next couple days were hard and his libido had cratered. Tom's attitude was very different on our ride back home on Wednesday after we got the results of the more accurate test. He had gotten the news about the same time I did, just in different exam rooms. While I had assumed that the horrible flu was the definitive indication that I was no longer neg, Tom was the pessimist. He had gone through the roller coaster of emotions that almost destroyed our relationship and wasn't going to leap to any conclusions. My trick of giving him the OTC test had backfired and convinced him he was still neg after dealing with almost a month of Jerry's and my loads. He was so engrossed in finding out he really was poz that he never asked me what my results were. The moment we got back to the apartment, he was ripping off his clothes and pushing me towards the bedroom. I had never seen him that aggressive and never wanting to be the top. His prep consisted of four gobs of spit and less than a minute of fingering my once again tight hole. His dick followed almost right away and it hurt. Tom wasn't a good top and he rushed so fast to fuck me, he made it even worse. While I was in pain, I didn't put up any resistance. In less than ten minutes I got his first load. He kept fucking and his dick never got soft. I knew he was planning on trying to poz me that day and it turned me on a lot more than I expected. A second before he pumped his third load in, I cried out "Breed that poz ass!" He thrust in deep, unloaded and then asked "What did you say? You're poz too? How?" I laughed and laid there, feeling his viral cum and cock in my ass.

"MJ, let's grab our legs under our knees and open our asses!" TJ said and they both did just that. "Dads, on the count of three, bury your faces in our asses and bite three times! One! Two! Three!" Matt and Ty did as they were told and 3 bites was enough to draw blood. Ty and Matt withdrew from their son's asses and sure enough there were droplets of blood on their tongues. "Blood of our blood. Kiss us!" They kissed their sons with passion and eagerness. "Suck on our cocks while we rim you!" He exclaimed as the 4 of them shifted into position. Matt and Ty feasted on their son's virgin holes while MJ and TJ slobbered on the cocks that made them. It truly was a bonding experience. Pulling his face away, Matt gently jabbed Ty's arm with his elbow. "We should all be sufficiently spit lubed. I think we should go in a bit roughly, making some tears for your asses to take our virus. Once we're balls deep, we can make love to you. This blessed event is beyond fucking, it's the height of intimacy, enhanced by passionate kissing!" To be continued

2 years ago I would have reacted with horror and disgust if somebody told me they were turned on by sex between father and son - but then Covid and lock-downs happened and a chain of events were set in motion in our little household that made my world spin out of control! I became a father at 24 when my fiancé at the time told me she was pregnant. The relationship didn’t last - basically because I was more into men than women - and I ended up moving to Copenhagen and she and our son stayed in Jutland. I paid child support and that was about the only connection I had with my son through the years. My ex married another man and he became the de facto father for my son. Fast forward to 2019 - my son, who was now 19, was supposed to start studies at Copenhagen university and finding a place to live in Copenhagen for a student with close to no income proved impossible. My ex contacted me and asked if I had a spare room and as I live in a rather large house in the suburbs of Copenhagen this was definitely an option. In the end my son reached out to me and everything was settled and he moved in by the end of the summer of 2019. He is a really good looking guy - muscular, strawberry blond hair, blue eyes and a very nice and friendly disposition. I myself am not too bad looking either and pride myself on staying in good shape etc. From the beginning I was very honest with him about the reason why I left his mother and why we agreed that growing up with her would probably be the best solution for all. He was fine with everything and didn’t hold any grudges so right from the onset all was fine. We settled into a daily routine - I going to work and attending to the chores around the house, he attending his studies at university, I did the shopping and if he was home for dinner we would prepare something together. He would be hanging out with his friends from university and I would hang out with my friends so we got along really well. I have to admit there were occasions where I couldn’t help noticing how incredibly sexy he looks and that would also make my trousers feel a little tight in the front! But I quickly stopped myself and reminded myself that he is my biological son for crying out load!! The Corona hid in March 2020 and Denmark basically closed down overnight and he and I were suddenly confined to the house 24/7. Again we found a good routine with regard to my work and his studies - and since both he and I had been regulars at the local gym we also started to come up with some exercises and workout routines that we could do in our home. We would normally get up around 6-6.30 and start out with our exercises, then jump in the shower, eat breakfast and be ready for work and studies around 8 o’clock. The exercises would take place in the dining room where there is a lot of open floor space and we quickly started helping each other during various repetitions and routines due to the lack of gym equipment. As we started the days with exercising right after having jumped out of bed, we would both be in our underwear and nothing else and I very soon became painfully aware of the effect his young body had on me. To sit real close to him, smelling the scent of young male coming off of his body. Seing the sweat form patches between his legs and above his ass crack, the scent from his armpits … I was completely turned on! And was horrified by the fact! And of course he noticed my discomfort - and quickly guessed the reason. And he turned out to be much more relaxed about it than me. One morning, three weeks into the lockdown, we were on the floor in the dining room in our underwear when he suggested we try a new routine. Basically either he og I should lie flat on the floor on our backs and the other would then place his knees on the shoulders on the one lying down. The one lying down should then raise his legs into upright position only using his abs and thigh muscles. And he wanted me to go first which I agreed to without really realizing what this routine would mean in terms of proximity. I got down on my back and suddenly he crouched down at my head placing his knees on my shoulders thereby placing my face right between his thighs and I could clearly feel his packages touching the top of my head. When I started lifting my legs he would raise himself slightly as if to make sure I couldn’t move my upper body off the floor. But this movement meant that his package and crotch were now placed squarely over and partly on my face - and I’m pretty sure no straight gym buddies have ever done this routine!! The scent from his crotch was intoxicating and the view and feel of his package as it graced lightly against my nose and mouth, just separated by the fabric of his underwear, was too much for me and I began getting hard. Which obviously made me panic completely. I tried to get up but he had anticipated this and in one fluid, quick move he dove down over my upperbody, slid his hands under the waistband of my underwear and pushed them down releasing my cock which sprang up and slapped back against my stomach. The next I felt was his warm mouth engulfing my cockhead and by then I was too far gone to care about anything. I pushed him sideways until we were in the 69 position and ripped off his underwear revealing his rockhard cock and tight, full balls and I just went to town. We sucked each other like madmen and soon - within seconds of each other - we shot our loads into each other’s mouths. Afterwards we lay exhausted next to each other but eventually I sat up and looked down on my beautiful son who had drops of my cum down his chin. He smiled broadly up at me and said 'You probably have a trillion things to say about how wrong this is but I have never been so turned on before in my life and by the look of things neither have you and since nobody can get pregnant why don't we just go for round two?' and with that he pulled med down on top of him and started kissing me with a fire and passion that got me going in no time. It marked the beginning of a fantastic relationship that is still ongoing. Both he and I know this is completely wrong but for now we just enjoy each other in all ways possible and then we just wait and see what lies ahead. My son has always been into older men and as we were never together when he grew up he doesn’t see me as his father but more as a mature man he can have sex with in safe surroundings and experiment with. I’ve always had a healthy appetite for sex so sharing my house with a horny young man who gets an erection if a door slams too hard is a dream.

Part 1: Will meets Dominic I’ve been one of the lead pastors at East Nondenominational Church for two years. I graduated from the seminary at 26, but I found it difficult to find a job at first. I was seen as too young by many. I finally found a church interested, one a few states away, and was possibly too eager when we scheduled a Skype call. “We’re very impressed, Will” Pastor Kline, the head pastor told me. He was in his fifties, short white hair. He reminded me of my father who was a pastor himself. “All your references speak highly of your orator skills. I believe you’d be a great addition to our church.” “Really? That’s great. Thank you.” Pastor Kline’s smile faded somewhat. “There is one thing that myself and Pastor Matthews are concerned about, however.” “What’s that?” “We all know that you’re young. And I’ve already assured you that this isn’t a problem. Our concern is that you aren’t married. Now, we know that not everyone gets married, but, seeing as you are a young man, and, may I say, good looking, it is sometimes awkward for members.” “Why?” “Young women in the congregation often seek out single pastors or they feel as if they’re prey to them. We just like to make this issue known beforehand.” “I understand, Pastor Kline,” I told him, feeling a bit awkward hearing him say that I was good looking. I was fit, spending a few hours at the gym each week, making sure I was healthy but not overly muscular. My brown hair and green eyes were often complimented by those I dated, but I never thought much about my appearance. “I’ve dated before,” I told him. “I had a long-term girlfriend in college. It just didn’t work out.” “I understand. We just want to keep everyone safe. We’d hate to lead anyone into sin.” “I agree,” I told him. “I’d never do anything to cause anyone to stumble.” Pastor Kline turned out to be correct. It didn’t take long before I spent every Sunday morning surrounded by women, dropping hints that they were single and interested in going on a date. Whether it was the clear desperation or not, I didn’t find myself interested. It wasn’t for a lack of trying. Sure, I wanted to find someone and get married, have kids, but there was something in the back of my mind that kept me from pursuing this life fully. What it was, I didn’t know. Not yet, at least. A Sunday morning came when I stood out in the lobby greeting our members as they came in. I flashed my smile, shaking hands, avoiding the stares from the women who wanted me to propose. As I shook hands, I noticed a man enter the front doors that I had never seen before. He was a large guy, bald, around forty if I had to guess. He was wearing a short sleeve black shirt which showed off large muscles and hairy forearms, tattoos around his biceps. His black jeans were tight, showing strong legs. It wasn’t like we had never had anyone like him here before, but there was something in the way this man carried himself, something in his essence, that captivated me, causing me to take notice. Without realizing, I found myself drawn to him, seeking him out so that I could shake his hand. “Hello,” I said. “I’m Pastor Ryder. I don’t think I’ve seen you here before.” “First time,” he said, his voice low, a bit of a rasp. He took my hand and shook it. He had a firm grip. “I’ve driven past here for years. Decided to step inside for a change.” “I’m glad that you did,” I said. He raised an eyebrow, his eyes looking from my face and moving down my suited body to my shoes. The corner of his mouth turned into a grin. “Same here,” he said. “I’m not much of a God person.” “That’s alright,” I told him. “God finds us wherever we are.” “Does he?” I could tell that the man was playing a game, taunting me. I wasn’t easily aggravated, so I knew I could take whatever he gave out. “I don’t think I caught your name,” I said. “Dominic Moore,” he said. “Well, Mr. Moore, we’re glad to have you here. The service is about to start. Pastor Kline is preaching today. I think you’ll love to hear his message. If you have any questions for me, let me know. I’ll be here after the service.” “Is that a promise?” he asked. He passed me and entered the sanctuary, glancing back once and catching my eye. I stood frozen until I lost sight of him. I shook off whatever caused this momentary confusion and darted to my office. I had to sit down for a second, alone. I caught my breath, unable to understand why I was feeling so flustered. I had never felt like this before. I felt as if I had just worked out. My heart was pounding quickly, sweat collecting around my hairline. I checked my armpits and found that I had started to sweat through my dress shirt. While no one would notice, I felt uncomfortable. I had a change of shirt in one of my drawers just in case. I took it out and started to change. As I tucked in the new shirt, my hand grazing my crotch and I nearly collapsed from the sensation. It had been several days since I last jerked off, making me sensitive, but I’d never felt like this before. I tried to push down the need to touch myself, but found it difficult. I closed my eyes and started to breathe deep, calming myself. In my mind, the image of Dominic Moore standing in front of me was clear as day. I could see his chiseled face, his strong, tatted, hairy arms. I could feel his hand in mine. My eyes opened and I found my hand firmly grasping my cock. Shocked and a bit disgusted, I quickly finished dressing myself and returned to the lobby. I was going to pretend that nothing had happened, because nothing had. Everything was fine. Wasn’t it? Dominic was on top of me. His strong body, muscles rippling under sweaty skin, weighed down on me. His chest was covered in hair, his musk collected within the follicles. I could smell him, my head dizzy from the natural smell of man. His eyes were focused on mine. “How does that feel?” “Incredible,” I said. I glanced down and saw my legs wrapped around his waist, my cock and balls rubbing against his abs as he buried his enormous, veiny cock into my butt. I felt myself tearing open, as if every part of myself was opening up to him, allowing him inside me in every way possible. I felt full. I felt as if I couldn’t imagine existing in any other way. His rhythm increased as he started grunting, sweat covering our bodies. His cock brushed against my prostate, sending my cock into overdrive. I wasn’t even touching myself and I could still feel a powerful orgasm surging forward. “Ready, baby?” “Do it. Cum in me. Take me, Dom.” “Here it comes.” My eyes shot open as I started cumming. I felt like I couldn’t breathe. My chest was heaving, my heart racing. I fumbled in the dark and turned on the lamp next to my bed. The light hurt my eyes at first until they grew accustomed. Searching the room, I found I was alone. Why was that a surprise? Of course I was alone. Why would someone be there with me? Who would be there with me? I checked the time. 4 a.m. I sat up, finding my sheets sticking to my body. I was sweating profusely. I threw off my covers and looked down, my boxers tented and soaked through. The smell of cum hit me, my head spinning from the sweet smell and the pungent odor of my sweating body. I was getting high off myself, something I had never done before. What was happening? I lifted the waistband and found globs of cum intermixed in my pubes, soaking into the boxer fabric. It had been a while since I had had a wet dream. I tried to climb out of bed to change, but I felt too weak. Collapsing back into bed, I closed my eyes and tried to remember what I had been dreaming about. “Here it comes.” Dominic Moore. I’d dreamt about Dominic Moore. I could see his face. I could feel the weight of his body on mine. I could smell his sweat. I could feel his hairy chest pressed against mine. I could feel his huge cock pumping into— I stopped, looking down at my hand. Without realizing, I’d scooped up some of my cum and brought it to my mouth, a few stray pubic hairs mixed in. I stared down at the mess, the smell of the fresh cum filling my nose. I’d never tasted my cum before. I’d never wanted to. It seemed gross to eat something that came out of your body. Still, something about the smell was intoxicating, sweet and inviting. My mouth slowly opened as I inserted my hand, running my tongue along my cum-soaked fingers. It was a taste unlike anything I had ever had. It was salty but also sweet. The warmth was inviting, as if I was returning it to where it belonged. I swallowed and savored the feeling, licking my lips. Then I realized what I’d done. My hand was shaking, the cum residue sticking to my skin. I jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom, washing my hand and stripping off my boxers. I cleaned myself up as well as I could, but I couldn’t erase the image of Dominic Moore on top of me, inside of me. I couldn’t escape the feeling I had felt, wanting him there, wanting him to take me. I wasn’t gay. I’d never thought of another man like this. Why was I now? What was going on? After my dream about Dominic, I couldn’t get back to sleep. All I could do was see his face. I wandered into my office the next day in a daze. I sat at my computer trying to plan out my next sermon, but instead of God, all I could think about was Dominic. I tried to push past the dream, but my recurring erection kept me returning to the moment when I could see in Dominic’s eyes a sinister lusting unlike anything I’d ever seen before. I was mesmerized. “Will,” Pastor Kline said, knocking on my door. “Is everything alright?” “Yeah, fine,” I said, trying to supply a convincing smile. “Are you sure? I said hello when you walked by my office and you looked like you were in a trance or something.” “Nothing like that,” I told him. “I didn’t sleep well last night.” “You’re too young to be having sleeping problems.” “Nothing like that. It’s just… can I talk to you Mark?” “Sure,” he said, closing the door and sitting down. “What’s up?” “I’ve been feeling… guilty, I guess.” “About what?” “Well, um.” There’s no way I can tell Pastor Kline about my dream. What would he think? How would I even begin to explain? “I’m feeling guilty over a dream I had last night.” “A dream?” he said, staring at me until his eyes grew wide. “Oh, I see. A dream.” “I’ve felt guilty all day. I feel like I did something I shouldn’t have.” “Did you?” “Well, I guess not. Not really. I just had a dream.” “Listen, Will, you’re a young guy. That kind of thing happens to young guys. It still happens to me on occasion. Dreams are outside of our control. I’m guessing you…” I nodded. “Think of it as a freebee,” he said. “You didn’t do it to yourself. Sometimes, our bodies need to release and create a scenario in which it’s possible. You didn’t do anything wrong. Trust me.” “Alright. If you’re sure.” “I’m positive.” He stood up and started toward the door, stopping just out in the hall. “By the way, there was a new visitor on Sunday who sent me an email, saying he wanted to stop by sometime this week and meet with you. He said you greeted him at the door and found you personable. He says he’d like to talk with you.” “Did you get a name?” “Dominic Moore, I believe,” Pastor Kline said. “Dominic Moore,” I said, my voice catching. “He wants to meet with me?” Pastor Kline nodded. “He said he enjoyed talking with you. I’ll forward you the email so you can respond.” “Are you sure you wouldn’t want to meet with him instead?” I asked, trying to restrain the worry in my voice. At the same time, I scooted closer to my desk, hiding the boner which was starting to form. “You are the head pastor after all.” “Will, you need to have confidence in yourself. This is a part of our job. When God sends us someone asking for our help, we need to welcome him in. Don’t you agree?” “Of course,” I said, faking a smile. “I’ll email him before I leave.” “I’ll send you his email.” Once Pastor Kline was gone, I slumped down in my chair, reeling as my hard cock smashed against the underside of my desk. How am I supposed to meet with Dominic when I can’t get through a conversation without getting a hard-on? Nothing made sense. I wasn’t gay, and yet here I was unable to think about anyone other than this man who’d I’d met once. I met guys at the gym all the time and never had issues like this before. Why now? And why did Dominic want to talk with me? There was no way I made that good of an impression. My computer alerted me to a new email. I opened it and found the forwarded email from Dominic. Everything Pastor Kline had told me was true. Dominic wanted to meet with me. I started a new email accepting the meeting, telling him to come to my office whenever it suited him best. Before I hit send, I looked at his email name and found “Hazard4U” on the screen. I guess we’ll see, I thought. ___________________________________________________________________________________________ I've got a lot of the story written, though it's not done yet. Not sure where it will end, but there is plenty more to come.

Extra horny lately so I got a room at the Days Inn in Raleigh last night. Changed my profile to cumdump anon ass up face down with blindfold no load refused and posted the room number on grindr, sniffies, BBRT and Twitter and propped the door open. Ended up taking 10 anon loads then changed my prolfiles back and went to sleep around 2:30.Never saw a pic of most of the guys nor chatted. Then around 6am a guy on grindr messaged around 6am asking if I was still taking loads. His profile had no pic or age listed, just muscular and top. Said I was still going and 30 mins later he was mounting my ass and eventually dropped load #11 in me. Tried to upload pic of the guy fucking me this morning, but file size is too big. Pics are on my Twitter though.

“How are you this morning, Andrew?” Matt called as he saw Mr. Miller walking down to his mailbox. Matt had been mowing, his face red with sweat dripping down. His shirt was soaked through. “Hot day, isn’t it.” “Very,” Mr. Miller said. “How are things?” Matt rolled his eyes. “Tracy is driving me crazy, just between you and me. Honestly, I’m relieved she’s going to visit her sister next week. I need a break.” “I’m sorry to hear that,” Mr. Miller said, hiding his desire to smile. He stepped closer to Matt and looked him straight in the eye. “Molotov.” Matt’s face fell, a glazed look taking over. “Master.” Mr. Miller had decided not to keep Matt under his constant control. That would create for him a ton of work and even more things to cover up with Matt’s bitch wife. Instead, his infiltration of Matt’s mind could be set off by the use of “Molotov.” Like a Molotov cocktail thrown into a building, Mr. Miller had entered Matt’s life and was destroying everything from the inside out. It hadn’t been hard to do. A tension already existed between Matt and his wife. All they needed was something to push them over the edge. If all went according to plan, Matt and Tracy would be getting divorced within the year, allowing Matt to become another slave. Ruining their marriage was easy. One night Mr. Miller had invited both Matt and Tracy over for dinner. During their meal, he hypnotized them both. Nothing extreme. He simply instilled in their minds the instruction of not having sex anymore though blaming the other for the lack of fucking. Mr. Miller had already decided he was going to start fucking Matt, but he didn’t want to risk Tracy getting pozzed and starting a fiasco. Everyone would start asking questions. Instead, Tracy was left unaware of Matt’s poz status, that way there was no way for her to suspect Mr. Miller of ruining their lives. Plus, that would cut the risk of them having kids and causing their planned divorce to fall through. Matt had no memories of the fuck sessions he had with Mr. Miller. Matt didn’t even know that he was poz like Mr. Miller, carrying his strain. Sure, there were moments the following day when he wondered why his ass was so sore. When he converted, there was a bit of fear as to why he was so sick. The little details were managed by Mr. Miller, his doctor friend taking care of appointments and tests, but it was all worth it. As Mr. Miller inspected the tranced Matt standing in front of him, he smiled, happy to have had such a wonderful neighbor move in next door. “Matt,” Mr. Miller said, “when your wife leaves, you will come over to my house prepared to be fucked and to fuck. I have a surprise for you.” “Thank you, Master,” Matt said. “Have you been hiding your gym clothes from your wife like I commanded?” “Yes, Master,” Matt said. “Their smell is strong.” “Good,” Mr. Miller said. “I’m excited to smell them. For now, though, I’ll be taking your shirt.” Without hesitating, Matt removed his sweaty shirt, revealing a hairy chest beneath and a slight belly below. Matt had clearly been fit when he was Brian’s age, but now, ten years down the road, he had fallen off the wagon of working out consistently. Mr. Miller had made sure he started again, his weight already having gone down slightly. More than anything, Mr. Miller wanted the man’s sweaty clothing. He didn’t care if he lost weight. A hot fucker is a hot fucker. Mr. Miller hid Matt’s sweaty shirt behind his back and looked deep into Matt’s eyes. “Clover.” Matt’s eyes fluttered, his expression first showing confusion and then a smile. “Sorry, Andrew,” he said. “My head wondered off there. What were you saying?” “I just said congrats on your weight loss,” Mr. Miller said. “You’re looking good.” “Thanks,” Matt said, looking down and noticing he was now shirtless. “I thought I’d worn a shirt out.” “It’s too hot for a shirt,” Mr. Miller said. “Yeah, I guess it is,” Matt said, lifting an arm to wipe his forehead, revealing hairy, sweaty armpits. Mr. Miller had to stop himself from jumping his neighbor and burrowing his face deep. “Well,” Matt continued, “I’d better get back to mowing. See you soon.” Mr. Miller returned inside and shoved his face into Matt’s shirt, inhaling deep the smell of the man’s musk. While he was a top and an alpha, Mr. Miller’s love for the smell of men couldn’t be helped. It had started back when he was a kid and he’d find his dad’s workout clothes in the hamper. He used to take them and cover his face with whatever he could find and jerk off. Some things don’t change. He went to the basement and undid the locks, turning on the light. Walking down, he could see the televisions still playing. Brian was in his cage, curled up, his eyes closed. He approached the cage and looked down at his sleeping slave, admiring his smooth form. After taking in the sight, he pounded his fist down on the top, waking Brian. “It’s morning, slave,” Mr. Miller said. He undid the cage’s lock and opened the door, watching as Brian gathered himself and crawled out. A combination of sleepiness and the trance caused him to faulter slightly, but Mr. Miller found it amusing. “Put this on,” he said, throwing Matt’s shirt to Brian. “Thank you, Master,” Brian said, pulling the shirt on. Seeing his slave wearing his used jockstrap and Matt’s sweaty shirt gave Mr. Miller a raging boner. “It’s time to inspect my work,” he said. “Climb onto the bench and lie on your back.” Brian complied. “Legs up.” Brian lifted his legs, revealing the butt plug which was still firmly inside his ass. Mr. Miller took a hold of the plug and pulled it out, his slave shuddering from the pain of having it so forcefully removed. Mr. Miller slipped his fingers into Brian’s hole and pulled it open, looking inside his pussy. Remnants of his cum could be seen along with blood. He had done a number on Brian’s hole. Damage had been done. “Congrats, slave,” Mr. Miller said. “It looks like we made you bleed. Can’t say for sure, but I think I infect you with my poz cum last night. No chance of staying neg now.” “Thank you, Master,” Brian said. “But to be safe,” Mr. Miller said, “I think we should make another deposit.” He removed his clothing, revealing is rock hard cock. With the butt plug having been removed so recently, Brian’s pussy was slightly open, welcoming Mr. Miller’s cock. He lined up his dick and shoved inside, finding some resistance but nothing like the night before. “Fuck, I love your ass.” He leaned forward and pressed his face into Matt’s sweaty shirt, breathing deep, his head swimming from the smell. He pumped his hips, putting his weight on top of his slave, wrapping his arms around and holding his wrists. Fuck, I love my life, he thought, feeling Brian’s heart racing beneath him. He pulled his dick out and walked over to the trunk in which he had stored his used jockstrap and pulled out a leash. “Turn around on the bench,” he told his slave. “Chest on the bench. Straddle it. I’m fucking doggy style, as it were.” Brian did as he was commanded and turned on his chest, his eyes catching sight of one of the televisions as he did so. His focus stayed on the screen as his master hooked the leash to the collar around his neck. “I’m ready to breed you again,” Mr. Miller said, sliding his dick back inside his slave’s ass. He started his rhythm again, relishing the sound of skin hitting skin. He looked down and saw Brian’s balls resting on the bench, stretched out from his body having slipped out of the jockstrap. He wanted to stomp on them, to see his slave’s body contort from the pain, but he wouldn’t. Not yet, at least. He pulled on the leash, bringing Brian’s head back, arching his back. He wrapped the leash around his wrist, making sure it was tight as he continued fucking hard into his slave’s ass. “Who’s the best fuck you’ve ever had?” Mr. Miller asked. “You, Master.” “Who’s dick do you worship?” “Yours, Master.” “Who’s cum do you live off of?” “Your cum, Master.” “And who will you serve for the rest of your life?” “You, Master,” Brian said, eyes focused on the screen, his mind still diminishing from what he had been before. “Fucking right,” Mr. Miller said, pulling back on the leash as he unleashed a load into his slave’s ass. His body shook with each pulse, a deep growl escaping his mouth. He pulled his dick from Brian’s ass and grabbed the plug, shoving it inside. There was fresh blood on his cock, meaning there were plenty of cuts to allow his virus to take over his slave’s body. “Clean me off,” Mr. Miller said, thrusting his hips out toward his slave. Brian turned around on the bench and swallowed his master’s cock. While he would normally start to gag, deepthroating not being one of his specialties, the trance, along with removing his ability to scream, also controlled his gag reflex. He took his master’s cock down his throat, his tongue licking clean the cum from the night before, the fresh cum now swimming in his ass, and the blood which proved his life was no longer his own. “That’s enough,” Mr. Miller said, pulling his dick out of Brian’s mouth. “Time to start more training.” He went to the trunk and pulled out a chain on which there was a leather clasp attached. “Take off the jockstrap,” Mr. Miller said. Once his slave had removed the jockstrap, he wrapped the leather clasp around Brian’s scrotum as tight as he could, the young man’s testicles stretched out on the other end. “Perfect fit,” Mr. Miller said. “Wait here. I’ll be back.” Mr. Miller returned to the main floor and went to the room he had set aside as his weight room. He took four weights, all ranging in weight, and returned to the basement, waiting only a moment to stare out the window at Matt who was wandering around his yard, still shirtless. “I said I was going to stretch out your balls,” Mr. Miller said, showing Brian the weights. “With the money I’ll be getting from selling your things, I’ll be able to buy some stretchers to really get you going. Fuck, just imaging you crawling on the floor, your balls dragging behind you, so easy for me to step on, it makes me hard. Still, it’ll be a while before we get you there. For now, a little torture is possible in the meantime. On the ground.” Brian complied and crawled down onto the floor. Mr. Miller took the chain which was connected to Brian’s balls and latched it to one of the weights. He dropped it on the floor, watching as it pulled slightly on his slave’s scrotum. “Now,” Mr. Miller said, taking hold of his hardening cock and massaging life back into it, “Crawl around and don’t stop until I tell you to.” “Yes, Master,” Brian said, crawling forward only an inch before the weight pulled back on his balls, stopping him. “I didn’t tell you to stop,” Mr. Miller said. Brian moved forward, his balls pulling back toward the weight which didn’t want to move. Knowing he had to keep moving, Brian crawled forward, causing his balls to strain against the leather clasp. He couldn’t scream, but groans of pain escaped his mouth as he tried to move, but the weight’s hold on his balls wouldn’t let go. Face growing red, tears starting to form in his eyes, Brian leaned forward, mouth opening to scream a silent scream as the weight finally budged. “Keep going,” Mr. Miller said. “Faster.” Brian crawled forward again, the weight slowly moving. His balls were stretched back as much as they could go, the strain causing his scrotum to turn a reddish-purple, his testicles looking as if they would pop from the pressure forced upon them. Slowly, Brian moved three feet across the room, his arms and legs shaking from the pain. “Slave,” Mr. Miller said, his eyes watching as the young man struggled to continue forward, “For this time, I want to hear you scream.” As soon as Brian inched forward again, a painful cry of agony escaped his mouth. He cried again as he moved again, the weight still trying to remain behind as his balls pulled it forward. Mr. Miller closed his eyes and listened as Brian’s cries filled the basement. He could feel another load swelling up in his own balls, knowing that his slave’s balls were being tortured. Brian had almost reached the wall opposite the bench on which he had been fucked, his throat hoarse from screaming, when his master cried out himself. “Fuck,” Mr. Miller shouted, one hand on his dick while the other twisted his nipple. “Fuck, I’m cumming.” Several ropes of cum shot out onto the floor, splattering. He opened his eyes and looked to Brian who was staring at the fresh cum. “Eat up,” Mr. Miller said. He left the weight attached to Brian’s balls and left the basement, listening as Brian’s cries filled the space as he tried to crawl back to where he started, hoping to lick up the cum his master had left behind. ______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ What else do you want to see? Let me know.

So it's Friday night and I'm still at the sauna. This is what's happened so far... I arrived at about half 7, prepped, showered and started to wander. I went into a cubicle and this very chatty daddy followed me in. I say daddy as his vocabulary was all dad and son stuff, tho truthfully I was probably older than him, but I wasn't going to argue, he was hot! He was virtually hairless and had a nice toned body. Pert arse too. But this daddy was all top. His cock was thin but very long, hit some spots not used to an intrusion. He loved my hairy arse and very hairy body, feeling up my chest and bushy beard as he fucked me senseless. It was awesome. He was very chatty through all this, I initially thought he was on drugs but realised after a while it was just his personality. He groaned loudly as he bred my hole, which was well sloppy when he left. 10 minutes later I bump into him again, still rock hard and keen for round 2. It was a virtual repeat of round 1, only my hole was leaking cum everywhere afterwards. After half an hour or so, I bumped into him downstairs in the "suck a thon" area. His cock shot straight up when he saw me. He wanted to breed me yet again! I leaned over the bench and he went to town, shooting a 3rd load into me, all within an hour. That's a very rare occurance to happen to me. Another rare occurance was to be fucked by a BBC, which belonged to the most handsome lad imaginable. Where I live, African men are a minority so to see this handsome, muscular and hung black lad of maybe 25 was beautiful eye candy, but I didnt expect him to fuck me.. I was in the sling as usual and I felt a hand on my arse and hole. I didn't realise anybody was there as it was so dark. He attracted a bit of a crowd and I was admiring his physique in the dim light. He turned towards me and I felt his cock against my hole! Like wow! He started fucking me, lasting 5 minutes or so before blowing a load into me. He didn't leave tho, he liked to be fucked too. I was in the sauna and there was some attention around a well hung older chap. Alot of stroking was going on. I got into position, my arse out and a squat chap got behind me and started fucking me. The African lad was in the sauna too, he stood beside me and poked his arse out too. Well, it didn't take long before his hole was filled with cock. The top breeding me got a good eyeful and he blew a good load into me, around the same time the Black lad was bred. Totally hot. I've had another couple of loads in the steam room since, not bad for a Friday night. I'll sleep well tonight.

Part 4 "Tom has never told me anything and all I know is from comments and questions he's made to Patrick. The moment he asked Patrick the first poz related question, Patrick knew where it was going" Dennis said and paused before continuing "We've always been really close, so Patrick told me, asking me not to say anything to anyone, especially you. At least now that the cat's out of the bag, I don't have to hold it in." "You know how hard it was not saying anything while I watch your relationship implode when I knew how to fix it? If I said anything it would mean I broke my promise to my closest friend. So... I didn't and watched you two tear each other apart" Dennis said, a tear running down his face. "Damn. I'm sorry you got stuck in the middle. You did the right thing though. Breaking Patrick's trust would have been the worst choice" I told him. I took a long breath and continued "There were a hundred ways for me to find out what Tom was thinking. I just wish he would have told me sooner" I said. In the end I decided that Dennis was right, and if anyone was to poz Tom it should be me. It wasn't like I was avoiding it or following my own advice to get protected from getting myself infected. "How do you want it to go? Know who did it or a group thing?" Dennis asked. The sinister smile on his face told me he had a preference, but when he didn't say anything more, I knew it was all up to me. "I'd like to know. Who do you know that can charge me up?" I asked Dennis. "Hmm, there's three that I know of off hand that are really toxic and would be into it... Rico, Tony and... me. From the text message I got earlier, both of them are very willing" Dennis said. "You? I thought you were a bottom and undetectable" I asked after giving him a long stare. Dennis chuckled. "I top sometimes when the mood strikes. My nephew's buddy was chasing, so I went off meds to tag him. The little fucker put up a fight too and it took two months of breeding to finally knock him up. You know that young guy that was staying with me a couple months back? Him" Dennis said. "Fuck... was he even legal?" I asked. "Yeah, he just turned twenty. He met his goal of being pozzed while he was still a teenager, but just by a month. We were getting worried. That last sex party I held was supposed to do it if I had failed. You, Tom and Luke were the only neg guys there. Anyway, do you want one of us three to do it? I can ask around if none of us are good enough" Dennis said, grinning. I was tight and Dennis is thick, making my first fuck as a bottom in well over a year painful. The second round hurt almost as much and I went back to the hotel with Dennis' smallest plug in my ass. The next morning, I met Dennis before work and let the bug filled cum stew in my guts all morning while I tried to work. I pulled the plug out at lunch and nothing dripped out. I was much more comfortable sitting at my desk that afternoon with the plug in my backpack, not my ass. Dennis was even more brutal that evening after work and had to find a larger plug to stuff in me. It was strange having our roles reversed and I know Dennis was enjoying every second of it. I wanted to fuck him after he bred me again, but I was told that he wasn't taking any more of my neg seed. Thankfully, the hotel desk clerk gladly took my load. I noticed a small scorpion tattoo behind his ear as I emptied my balls in him. He confirmed his status, making my dick hard enough to give him a second load. The next morning I checked out and after work I headed back to our apartment. Tom and I talked all night. While we had texted and chatted over the phone after he told me his secret, there was a lot more that came out when we were face to face. As I had discussed with Dennis, we were going to hook Tom up with a guy Dennis knew who loved poz dialog during sex. He was undetectable, knew our plan and thought it was hot. I collected my morning load from Dennis on my way to work and picked up a second one on my way back to the apartment that evening. A few hours later, Dennis' buddy Jerry showed up for his first fuck with Tom. I watched and occasionally cheered them on while I stroked. Tom was rarely hard when he got fucked, but his dick was totally rigid the whole time Jerry fucked him the first time. It even stayed hard after he got bred. "Now... let my little baby makers get you pregnant" Jerry said, rubbing over Tom's stomach after he had roughly shoved a plug into Tom's ass. I pulled mine out shortly before we went to bed and once again, Dennis' DNA had absorbed into my gut. I hoped that it didn't take a couple months before my body fell victim to Dennis' bug like his last chaser. Jerry showed up on Friday and bred Tom while I stopped over and was getting loaded by Dennis. Tom and I fucked too, spending our first Saturday back together in bed. I first had to remove the plug that Tom inserted the night before. All of Jerry's load had soaked in but by six AM, mine was taking it's place. Another fuck at nine AM added more and a third time at one PM topped him up. "Can we do a little role play?" Tom asked mid-afternoon. "Sure. What do you want to do?" I asked. It was good to see him talk about new things he wanted to try, regardless if he thought I might find them too weird. "Can you pretend you're pozzing me? I know Jerry is doing it, but I find it really hot when he tells me he's giving me the bug" Tom asked. "I'm not sure what to say, but I'll try" I told him. His dick was hard and jabbing into my abs, coating them with precum when I fucked him on his back an hour later. I had heard enough comments from Dennis to give me a good set of things to say. "You like feelin that poz dick diggin into your fertile cunt?" and "beg for my poz load... show me how bad you want to become my toxic bitch" and "Gonna be so fuckin hot to watch as my bug takes over your body" I growled out has I fucked Tom. A moment before I came, I asked "Is this gonna be the magic load?" Twelve days after Dennis had fucked his first charged load into my ass I woke up feeling rough. My throat was sore, the glands in my neck were swollen and my body ached. I left for work and instead checked into the motel. The desk clerk was the same one I'd fucked during my earlier stay and had a huge smile on his face. "Looks like an all nighter. The fire suppression system in the Spokane data center went off for no reason and we have to get everything back online" I told Tom after I'd gotten to the room. "Fuck... you're burnin up. You're the one that needs a fire extinguisher. Let me give you another big load of jizz to put out the fire" Dennis said. The sinister grin on his face showed me how proud he was to knock me up so quickly. I went home after a night away and collapsed on the bed. "Babe... you look like shit. You ran yourself down. Did you get any sleep last night?" Tom asked, looking over my sweaty, sore body. "About thirty minutes. It sucked. And there was this vent blowing ice cold air at me when I sat at the console" I whined, trying to put on a good show. Tom even canceled the meeting that night with Jerry to take care of me. By Friday, I was feeling better and watched Jerry give his own performance.

*Authors note: this fiction is inspired by some real events happened to us. Real: we enjoy writing and we are here _to_ write our HIV-related fiction. Real: we discussed if it was the case to publish our tales to Bz, the negative partner of us thought it was 100% failure. Real: our first attempt failed and story was deleted. It can happen. Real: a guy has said he's "a fan of ours" and sometimes we write to each others. Real: this story is written agreeing with the guy in question. ...You know who you are. FICTION: entering a post in order to intentionally cause infraction, the bet, stopping meds, gifting intentions and further, all this is pure fantasy. no one of us two has real intentions to stop meds or PrEP, or to disturb community with intentional harm, just enjoy fiction as it is! --- Part 1: the bet My partner and I love to write stories, and we found our tales as a way to flow our most intimate fantasies out. Especially for me, a mid 40s poz undetectable guy, as I feel like a caged animal. Every time I read about a real successful conversion on the Internet I simply get hard as a rock but I have too much respect for my neg buddy so I have never ran the risk of proposing him to plan his status upgrade by starting a meds holiday; anyway every reading, real or fiction, is a higher and higher turn on till sex life without poz talk has no meaning for both of us. “What about sharing our writings with a bigger public”, I proposed one day to him while he was upset seeing his own web site had zero visits for an entire week. “Internet is big and we may find people with our own tastes. Come on, we’ll try, I publish it now!” I showed him a community where fiction about consensual HIV infection was accepted; “here we have nothing to fear, I read lots of authors who even write much worse than us.” “But no one will understand our plots and intents”, he complained; “we also may be subject to infractions. You’ll see.” I was fed up of his negative thoughts, and shared the story with the community without hesitation. Who cares, time will tell. “Let’s place a bet”, he told me in the end; “if you’re right, you stop your meds. If I’m right, I stop my PrEP!” I just laughed at that, a joke is a joke and I was sure he’d never do something so incautiouss. “OK baby, deal. Bet placed!” At that point doubts started to overcome my rationality, almost I hoped to be wrong so I made my move: let’s go to the community and edit content in order to intentionally commit an infraction as I wanted to save my HIV treatment regimen… Nothing at all, after a while it was impossible to modify published material! What a pity, let’s wait for destiny. We went to bed and slept over it. The following morning, my partner picked his phone up from the charger and opened community’s web site: “your account has been suspended for 13 days. Nothing that can harm people is allowed here”. “Oh, damn, it’s for that sentence I wrote about the main character’s death”, I thought; “nothing too bad, failures are often good opportunities to grow up”. “What did I tell you”, he asked me. “You see I was right then!” I took his PrEP bottle in my hands and walked towards the toilet: “a bet is a bet”, I smiled. “what can we do with these pills, now?” “Don’t flush them”, he pleaded; “I stay off PrEP for 13 days till our account is enabled again then I’ll restart it when we share another tale. Do you agree?” “I’m game”, I said spanking his ass playfully. “But now, this fertile butt is just mine. No sex with others till you are on meds again! Understood?” He just nodded and closed the bottle in a drawer. Days passed quickly, we also took our time for a short vacation where we took the opportunity to improve our story then Friday 17th arrived: three, two, one, launch! New piece was shortly on line! Knowing his ass hole was unprotected turned me on like crazy but I managed to control my temptation to lock my meds in the same drawer he placed his; it was matter of time, I was aware of that, and in fact the new tale started to collect likes, hearts, thumbs up, and the unexpected message from a stranger in reply to our contribute: “Hello, I’m a big fan of yours, guys! Great story!” I looked at his older posts and found his first one: “I am a bug chaser and would like a connection with poz guys from my country”… and the second: “I believe in a chaser-gifter long term bond, the one who infects me should be present in my life afterwards”. Oh gosh, yes, interesting, we came from the same country! This guy is explicitly consenting to be infected, if it happens after all he wrote on Internet he cannot blame me at all! I want that connection too but who cares, I have my partner for now. I watched the fan’s profile information to see if he was compatible with my tastes; gifting could be a possibility, but he had to deserve it, learning to stay at his place! All that I read was a very, very good promise I had to admit it. “100% slave. 100% exhibitionist. 100% non-monogamist. 100% masochist. 4% vanilla. 0% owner. 0% master”… All what I needed to know! “Wow”, I thought. “If this is my biggest fan, he has first priority!” “So what the fuck do you do?” My partner asked, worried. “Are you going to stop your meds now? You remember, it was a bet! If it applies to me, it applies to you in the same way!” “I can’t”, I said. “If I stop my treatment it’s to gift you. This person may be a flake or whatever bad, so I’ll continue my therapy regularly.” Disappointed, my guy went upstairs to bed and I took my chance: extracting all pills from my meds and his PrEP bottle, I flushed them all. Now the bet is not over, it has just changed the challenge. Not if, or when it happens, but WHO is my first conversion!

I must be living right because yesterday I had a guy come out to seal my driveway. It was hot and he took off his shirt which was a nice treat but when he took off his I saw a biohazard tattoo around his navel and a scorpion tat on his peck. My cock about literally burst out of my shorts. When he finished his help went to the truck to eat lunch and I invited my new shirtless Mexican friend inside to square up the invoice. As soon as he came In I told him I liked his tattoos and asked if he was gay in a really polite way. Then I took a huge risk and flat out asked if I could suck his cock. He eagerly responded “hell yes” so I dropped down right there and got his cock out and started to wake it up. His cock was uncut, really hairy, and had an amazing sweaty musty smell that really turned me on. It was very dark skinned and probably like 5” but it was pretty fat. I started working his dick hard. We moved into the bathroom so we could smoke and we both got nude. I sucked hime for another minute while we both smoked. He started fingering my asshole so it was obvious he wanted more so I laid on my belly, he lubed up and he mounted me from behind. He pounded me hard for a couple minutes before he popped. He pumped in me like half a dozen time and when he pulled out he was still pumping and I could feel his seed hit my lower back and my ass crack. I sat up and asked if he was poz and he of course said yes. I asked if he was on medication and he said yes but he doesn’t take it all the time because of side effects. He said it was probably 6-8 weeks ago that he last was on his medication. He seemed really upset like he did something wrong but I assured him it was fine. He air dropped the pics he took and took my money and left. Probably in all about 20 minutes of play.

My only suggestion, which doesn't seem to be very welcome, is to try exploring your versatile side too. I am truly versatile, but wind up topping 2x3 times as many guys as I get to fuck me. Because so few guys are willing to even consider topping 80-90% of my time and effort goes into looking for guys willing to top, too. I've also pointed out, to many total bottoms disgust, that if I'm at an orgy my load will likely get squirted into a guy who is willing to give me one in return. I think I've heard all of the arguments, about why guys want to be total bottoms, but the fact is the very nature of having gay tendencies means there are very few gay or bi men that don't want to bottom at least occasionally. I can understand that maybe you prefer bottoming, but you also need to consider that if no one is even willing to consider topping, no one can get fucked no matter how much they like to bottom.

Had a bit of a session at the local sauna the other night …i got myself in to a steam room with hairy ginger bloke …he was naked and his semi hard cock looked well tasty I was sucking him hard and getting my tongue under his foreskin …tasted great. another bloke joined us and I didn’t really take much notice Felt a hand on my bum and new bloke said “nice arse mate” then he’s got his face in my arse and is eating my hole …that was fucking hot and I look round to see a beefy bloke in his 20s/30s grin at me before he goes in for more Ginger says “mate don’t want cum yet” gets up to go After he’s gone the beefy lad said “get on your back on the bench mate” I do and he’s eating my hole ..balls and cock with my knees pushed up to my ears …he lets up to snog me for a bit and get 2 fingers inside me and is flicking his fingers on the right spot. he’s got a nice 6-7 inch cock nice curve to…. “Want me to use a Johnny ?” …”nah just fuck me” I said …”cool” and lines himself up ….he gets slowly balls deep …”oh mate that’s nice” …he fucks me on the bench for a good five min snogging me rubbing his hairy body against me…”oh going to cum in ya”…and he slams his cock hard in…and empties an good load in me” …”fuck mate I was going to wait till later”…he pulls out and leaves me with his jizz running down my arse. I get it together and leave the steam room and wander in to the showers to cool off a bit old bearded bear drying off …he’s bout my hight and twice as broad ..chest and his big round belly covered in white hair …and a serious cock on him soft at the mo with big balls…couple of tats on his chest and arms. Smile at him and he grins back at me..;grabbing his cock …I get on my knees and suck his flaccid dick till is getting hard …”want fucking son?” …I stand and we snog for a bit then he takes me in to one of the rooms and gets me on me back …his cock is a good 9” and thick ..big cock ring …snogging he fingers me “you been loaded already son?” I just nod “dirty fuck” …im grinding against his thigh and practically begging for it…lots me snogging and I'm biting his nip and he’s got a bar through it and a biohazard tat over it that I can make out through the hair …he gets me over his thighs …gently pushing my legs up and his wet cock is rubbing on my hole ….”want daddies dirty cock in you don’t you “ …I just pushed my bum down on his cock…took a deep breath as he went slowly balls deep and fucked me slowly for a good while stopping to snog me (loved the beard) then he went in hard fucking me faster….calling me a dirty boy 🙂 I started to cum and he’s saying “good lad take daddies load” and flooded my hole…grinding me till he started to soften …”clean daddies cock” so I did

Fuck, I'm horny. I want a hung dad's RAW cock in me and/or want to take a load I KNOW is POZ for the 1st time. 🤤😈🥵 Can't stop thinking about it today. I'm weird, I think. 🥺

Apologies again, friends! This spring has gotten away from me completely, but I haven’t forgotten about this story and telling the tales of Paul and Blake and the friends they meet along their journey. I’ve been loving getting to read other stories on this sight and reading about others’ experiences in their POZ journey. Please always feel free to reach out and chat! I love hearing from people reading the story and also hearing more about what makes them tick. Hope you enjoy, and come back for more! I promise to return to the sex next chapter! Chapter Six: Showing Change Heading into the back of the shop was a shock — gone were the luxury appointments and subtle lighting. This room was huge! In the center was a tattooist station with medical grade lighting and gleaming equipment individually sealed in sterilized packs. Around the walls hung artistic photographs in neat black frames, each individually lighted showcasing piercings and tattoos. Apart from the light on each photo and the large surgical lighting over the tattoo station in the center, the room was dark. The floor was glossy and black, the walls painted black; even though the room was large it still somehow felt claustrophobic. “Right,” Aiden called to us, “who is up first?” While Aiden got situated on his chair, Blake nodded to me, “since Paul was the first, I think he needs to go up now. Chris, you’ll follow after.” Blake fixed me with a grin that I knew I would never forget — somehow both filled with lust and filled with love. Aiden pulled some crinkly examination paper over the large leather table and stared me down. “To get the package deal, you’re going to have to strip all the way down.” I hurriedly removed my clothes while Aiden set up a tray of ink, and a bunch of scary-looking surgical instruments. As I hopped up onto the bench, he looked at Blake and asked, “how far do you want to go? Does the boy get a say?” Blake looked at me and asked, “do you trust me?” We locked eyes and I simply responded, “absolutely.” Aiden grinned and told me to lay on my front. I settled in and was just starting to get comfortable when I felt Aiden grab my right foot with his gloved hand and bring it to a corner of the table. There was a quiet click as a padded cuff locked around my ankle and kept my leg from moving. Immediately the left leg followed with its own cuff and I felt exposed. My dick which had been hard since entering the shop and seeing Aiden for the first time began to leak between my abs and the table. Next came the sound of ripping tape as Aiden started spreading my glutes and exposing my hole to the air. I won’t lie, the warm breeze felt nice against my exposed flesh. Aiden began shuffling some metal implements around the back of the table. “Okay Paul, we are going to start with a piercing and a tattoo. I’m going to pierce you for a quiche first, then get started on the first tattoo.” First tattoo, I thought to myself. . . What did Blake have in store for me? As Aiden began to sterilize the flesh of my exposed taint he started to talk about piercing maintenance and how big he was going to go with the initial jewelry. “Nothing too large to start, but you’ll be able to stretch it with some piercing tapers in about six months. Now take in a deep breath when I say.” He gave the indication and I breathed in. A sharp pain struck me and I felt my balls immediately contract. There was a funny feeling of movement accompanied by the stinging sensation as the needle was loaded with jewelry and the jewelry was passed into my skin. In a moment, though, the whole experience was over. “We now move onto the hole tattoo. Blake, I believe you wanted him marked as toxic, correct?” I gave an involuntary shudder as Blake flashed me a grin and a thumbs up. Aiden started to apply the ink and I was lulled into a sense of calm as another man decided what was best for my now-diseased body. * * * * * Aiden worked through the whole night. Dawn was breaking over the horizon as we walked back to the car. I will admit that I was feeling sore all over. Because I have a future performing career, Blake didn’t want me to get any tattoos or piercings which might compromise my job prospects, but nevertheless gave me a full treatment. By the time my session was over I had gotten a quiche piercing, biohazard tattoo that you could see when you spread my cheeks, centering right on my hole, then was flipped over and given a Prince Albert piercing and had a beautifully detailed scorpion tattooed where my treasure trail had been, the tail extending down my dick to the stinger pointing right at my head. I had gotten two barbells placed in my nipples (which hurt like I couldn’t believe) and had my septum pierced. Because I didn’t want it to be visible, I was given a hidden metal bar to wear while it healed. Chris had a PA put on as well, but since Blake allowed Chris to make up his own mind about his mods, he opted for a biohazard tattoo on his pec over his heart. “It will always remind me that I will have this coursing through my veins forever,” he said when Aiden got to work. After we were all finished and getting cleaned up, Aiden turned to the three of us and said, “when you’re all healed up you need to come back. Each of my clients has fucked me or allowed me to fuck them.” Turning his back to us he explained, “each of these lines is from a person who I have modded, and they have all had sex with me.” Upon closer inspection I saw that the lines had different colors. Aiden told us, “the blue lines are from my topping jobs,” there were a smattering of blue lines on his back, “green lines are my bottoming experiences with a negative person,” there were maybe six or seven lines, “and the red are the poz loads I have taken so far.” The vast majority of the lines on his back were bright red. “You owe me a recharge, and I am honored to carry your strain, just as I hope you are honored by my work. I’ve taken over 1,200 loads in the last six years since I started this company, and I will continue to add marks to remember each of them until I die.” The experience left me insanely horny, but all options for relief were gone. I couldn’t even jerk off for a month while the PA healed, and Aiden said the anal tattoo should heal for 2-3 weeks before I started having sex again. Blake took this all in stride and said that he guessed I would just have to get used to opening my throat for him. I couldn’t wait to get more practical experience! Blake also treated himself to a fascinating mod while we were in Aiden’s shop, asking the artist to open the bottom of his dick head. The flesh now resembled an upside-down heart. As Aiden clamped the skin to stop the bleeding before cutting it open with a scalpel, Blake leaned over to me and said, “I want to give your tongue more access in there and maybe take one of your fingers inside the hole that infected you.” I could already tell that we were heading down the road to newer, exciting pastures.

Part 53 - The Monthly Film Club By morning Alex woke up with Tom shifting and getting out of bed to sneak back to his room, he kissed them both and Max mumbled rolling over on to his stomach. Alex and Tom giggled, he was so tempted but he had to get showered and dressed. Saturday was set to be a busy day with the royal family attending the theatre for a new premier this evening. Tom left the room and bumped in to Mateo who has bringing coffee in. "Morning, how was your date?" Tom asked whilst rearranging his cock in his shorts. Mateo smiled "Nice, had a lovely time" he replied, "I think your night was good?" he asked. Tom smiled "Better than I expected" he replied. Mateo nodded "Tom. It not make things difficult with us?" he asked looking concerned. "Not at all Mateo. I really hope he is the one for you" Tom said kissing him on the cheek. Mateo smiled "I tell him I want sex with you sometimes" he added with a grin. "Oh! And what did he say?" Tom asked curiously. Mateo winked "He say as long as he can have you too" he replied. Tom smiled "Better take their coffee in Mateo. Alex is awake but I knackered Max out". Mateo chuckled and walked on "I bet you did!" he replied knocking on the door. "Morning Mateo" Alex said greeting him sitting up in bed. "Your royal highness, sir" he said bowing, "Good Morning" he replied having a quick gossip about his date. Max was awake by the time he left "They were asking after you again yesterday" Alex said. "Who was?" Max asked nursing his coffee in both hands with a smile on his face. "Everyone who I met" Alex responded, "They were really hoping you would have been there as well". Max chuckled and looked at him "Is that what you want?" he asked. Alex nodded "Will you think about it. I really like it when you are with me. The power team" he explained. Max smiled and kissed him "If that is what the prince commands then I shall obey" he replied. Alex glared at him "I am kidding Alex. You know I will always be at your side" Max said. "What is on your mind?" Alex suddenly asked looking at Max, "You look distracted". Max shrugged "The governor wants me to take on chairmanship of the MTA Club" he said. Alex screwed his face up "Oh dear!" he said, "Great tennis club and stadium" he added. Max now looked concerningly at him "What was the oh dear about?" he asked. "They try to make it international but it never succeeds" Alex replied looking worried, "Wrong people in charge". "Well I am good at getting sponsorship" Max said confidently and not put off, "I like tennis!". Alex laughed then stopped "Hang on, when did you see the governor?" he now asked. Max drank his coffee "Don't be so nosey" he replied, "I am quite important now" he said giggling. "Is that so!" Alex said smirking, "Put your cup down!" he said putting his down. "No" Max replied grinning, "Make me!". Alex shrugged then slowly slid under the duvet "Holy fuck!" Max exclaimed. The muffled voice of Alex under could just about be heard "I did warn you". He managed to put his cup down without spilling any coffee "Come on prince suck it!" he moaned. Max walked out of the shower drying himself with Alex sat there dressed watching him. He had the biggest smile on his face thanks to Alex and he walked over and kissed him passionately. "I love you Alex!" Max said in a very soppy voice to which Alex chuckled. "Good! I love you too" he replied, "Breakfast then ride out to find Gareth" Alex suggested. Max and Alex went out in the spring air horse riding around the grounds until they came across Gareth who was being driven around in the golf buggy by the king discussing changes to some of the gardens. Max dismounted clumsily as usual, he was still not use to getting off the horse and clung on for dear life giggling away whilst Alex pulled a flask of coffee out of the saddle pouch. Max retrieved the paper cups from his pouch and strolled over to them having an impromptu coffee break with the king and Gareth. By early evening the family were all ready and on their way through the palace to the two waiting royal cars, protection officers in tow they were all dressed in evening wear for the ballet premier of Swan Lake. Max was now co-patron of arts and culture along side the dowager queen and they were the guests of honour this evening. The dowager queen made no mistake in telling Max that he would take over as full patron eventually. Outside the theatre the news crews and press were all ready and waiting along with a substantial crowd hoping to get a glimpse of Max who since birthday celebration had not really been seen out and about with Alex in the capital. The cars turned off the plaza and drove along the street to the theatre to the cheering crowd that was waiting outside. The king and queens car behind the first royal car, as is tradition they arrive last. The door was opened by Franco and Alden stepped out followed by Alex then Max, the sound of the cheer went up a notch as Max appeared and he turned to wave. He took Alex's hand and crowed cheered louder. Last was the dowager queen who exited the car and was accompanied by Alden inside the theatre. The king and queen arrived, she like the dowager queen was dressed in a Joshua Franks designer gown, the news had been leaked earlier by the palace PR team reinforcing their royal connection to the designer. They waited outside the box for the king and queen then in reverse order of status they entered the box and the audience stood, finally the king and queen arrived and stood in front of their seats whilst the orchestra played the national anthem. When the orchestra finished the audience applauded as the royal guests took their seats and the performance began. By the end of the performance the dowager queen and Max were welcomed on the stage as patrons and presented with bouquets of flowers. This was followed by a meet and greet with the royal family for the ballet company that was premiering the newest principal soloists that had been promoted within the company. Jack had trained at the London Royal Ballet school he was just one of three promotions to soloist, and was excited to meet Prince Alexander and Max. At 23 years old Jack was ordinary in looks but it was this that made him somewhat sexier, he stood five feet eleven inches with brown hair and eyes. His physically trim body was highly tuned like an athlete and looked powerful yet elegant and graceful. Alex was following his brother in line shaking who was hands but paying no attention and making quick small talk. Liam standing a few meters away with his eye on the surrounds like all the other protection officers. Franco standing by Max as he met the principals first then moved down the line to Jack. "Your highness" Jack said bowing his head and glancing over his shoulder at Franco. Max chuckled and shook his hands "Just sir, I am not royal" he quipped, the response heard by the king who grinned. "Well done on your first performance as principal soloist" Max said letting him know he was up with the news. Jack smiled but his eyes were fixed over Max's shoulders "Thank you sir, it is indeed a privilege" he replied. "I assume we will see you at the patrons lunch tomorrow?" Max asked looking over his shoulder at Franco. Jack glanced at Max trying not to look at Franco "Oh, yes of course sir" he replied. They got to the end of the line and Max looked at Franco "What?" Franco asked quietly. Max stared at him "Nothing" he said smiling and walking off to join Alex. "It was nothing" Franco said moving quick to keep up with Max. Max grinned "Who said it was anything?" he asked stopping at Alex came over to them. "Not you as well!" Franco said seeing the cheesy grin on Alex's face. Alex looked over towards Jack who was still looking in their direction "I think he has the hots for you Franco". Franco went bright red "Oh yes!" Max said, "How come you haven't tried it on with me?" he asked looking annoyed. Franco glanced over his shoulder at Jack then back at them "You are both damaged goods, sloppy seconds!" he remarked. "For that you are going to pay" Alex said and Max nodded. "I need the bathroom" Max said and Franco had no choice but to follow. "Snog him for me" Alex said in to Max's ear causing him to laugh. Inside the bathroom Max turned to Franco "Don't start, I am not even sure" Franco protested. Max walked over to him "Sure of what?" he asked, "If you are gay or bi?" he questioned. Max put his arm around Franco and inched closer to him "Kiss me and tell me what it does" he said in a hushed tone. Franco looked nervous but he moved his head forward and lightly kissed Max on the mouth then pulled away. For a moment Max wondered if he was neither and indeed straight. Franco moved in again and repeated the kiss pulling away yet again looking very unsure and uneasy. Max felt it was the right time to test him and he pulled Franco closer and initiated the kiss, holding their lips together until he felt Franco responding gently then pulling away and laughing. "You wish!" Franco said pushing Max away, "Use the bathroom. If you really want to know I am bisexual" he said. Max came out of the cubicle "So come back to our bedroom and we can turn you gay" he said jokingly. Franco rubbed his hands down his face sighing "Certainly not, I can't handle both of you!" he said. Max walked over and kissed him on the cheek "Come on bodyguard, before people get suspicious". Alex watched Max and Franco come out of the bathroom and both acted very normally. Alex stifled a yawn and was glad that they could finally leave, Making their way out of the theatre the crowds were still gathered cheering and waving. "Wow they are still here" Max commented, "Should we at least say hello?" he asked looking at Alex. "I think we should. Alden?" Alex asked looking at his brother and protection officers who nodded. The king and queen stood by their car "Are you meeting the crowd?" the queen asked Alex. "Yes your majesty" Alex replied, "They have waited all evening. Max's idea" he said blaming him. The king and queen laughed "Then we do it as a family" the queen said. The crowd erupted as the entire royal family broke tradition and walked with their protection officers and police guards meeting the crowd. A stead hardy group that clearly had focus on Max appearing in public and wanting their photos taken with him and the prince kept shouting his name. The excitement of the crowd being acknowledged for their support was rewarded as they walked around, the media catching everything going on and getting some really good photos of Max and his prince charming together. Franco and Liam keeping a close watch, the king and queen also keeping an eye on the prince and Max. Then a louder cheer erupted with Alden joining the boys sending the cameras flashes in to overload. The three stood and waved at the crowd then returned to their car meeting up with the king, queen and dowager. Max bowed and suggested a group photo, Max got his phone out and held it up taking a selfie with the all the royals. The noise from the crowd now deafening in a the loudest cheer seeing them all together and a unique photo opportunity for everyone. In the quiet confines of their royal car Max immediately got a text from the king that was brief 'Well done!'. The royal cars began winding their back towards the plaza and boulevard to the palace. Mateo rolled off Tom on to his back panting heavily and smiling "They back soon" he said. Tom looked at the time "Shower and change" he said rolling on his back and patting Mateo's leg. They showered together quickly, dried and dressed in their uniforms ready for the prince and Max's return to the palace. Mateo fetched the bed time drinks that he had got them all hooked on in the suite, warm chocolate with a hint of chili, nothing that would burn your mouth, a simple small amount that gave the drink a little edge. Returning to the bedroom he saw Tom had turned down the bed and was now fluffing up the pillows, Mateo placed the two water glasses at each side of the bed then had a cheeky kiss just as the every one arrived back. The king and queen entered the family dining room for breakfast noticing they were first down, the kings ritual of having a coffee, reading the paper then eating breakfast was no different this morning. The front page of the paper adorned with a multitude of pictures from last night, the headline that the king read aloud 'Why We Love Our Royal Family' he said handing the paper over to the queen to look. She read the short piece under the headline 'The royal family attended the premier of the Swan Lake production last night. To the excitement of everyone who waited outside the theatre Max was also with the royal family. Those that stayed around outside until the end were provided with unexpected gratitude as the royal family didn't do the usual wave and get in their car. Oh no, not this royal family, instead they spent half an hour happily going around and thanking the crowd and providing exceptional photo opportunities. If anyone ever questions why Monrovian's love their royal family then let the pictures speak for themselves'. The queen looked at the several photos that were then continued on pages two, three and four. Alex and Max had one page to themselves. But it was two photos in particular that the paper had captured in a whimsical moment, Alden, Alex and Max together where Alden and Max had looked at each other smiling. The other was a picture of Max taking the selfie where it caught their faces in a family like shot, gone was all the royal stiffness usually associated with such pictures, instead it was shot catching them all enjoying themselves as a family. "The PR team had already requested that selfie Max took, they want to use it" the king said happily. The queen nodded "I think it is time for Max to take on more royal duties with Alex" she suggested. "Indeed" the king replied chuckling, "You can try and prise him away from mother and their work". The queen looked up and tutted "That is not fair!" she replied laughing as the doors opened. Alex and Max walked in and bowed "Your majesties" they both said in unison then taking their seats. The door opened again and the dowager queen walked in "Darling! Have you seen what you did!". They all looked at her as she swept formality aside then looked at the king who shrugged unsure what on earth she was going on about. "Front page, no four pages in the newspaper" she said going to Max and kissing him on the cheek. She looked at the rest "You lot did alright as well" the dowager queen added, "But Max here! Well!". "Have you finished mother?" the king asked as she sat down in her seat and nodded. Alex laughed "All they kept asking was when we were getting married!" he informed them all. The king kept suspiciously quiet and sipped his coffee "Soon I hope" the dowager queen said. Max seized the opportunity "Your majesties, after the Spain trip may I take Alex to Mauritius?". The queen was about to open her mouth before the king pipped her at the post "Yes" he said. "Well I suppose if the king says so!" the queen replied laughing, "After all his is the sovereign". "Excellent!" Alex said smiling, "Paying off that bet now?" he asked. Max nodded "Certainly. And we go to the same hotel" he replied. Alex sat back with a smile on his face "I will speak to Artem and sort it out" he said. Max shook his head "No, let me sort it out please" he replied, "I want to know how it is done". Alex nodded and the king spoke "When you return Max would you take on more royal engagements?". "Strange, we had that conversation the other day" Alex said to them all. "And?" the queen asked looking at them both. Max turned to the dowager queen "It will mean giving up a lot of my time doing my job with the collection". "I know Max, we can get an assistant to carry on the work. You will retain overall charge" she said. Max nodded "Good then it is settled" the king said, "I will obtain and annuity for you as well". Max was really okay about the change in direction and understood that he would eventually have to attend more engagements as their relationship progressed. Finally having caught Artem and sorted out the arrangements for Mauritius they secured the royal suite at the hotel. "What about you and the rest?" Max asked unsure if they should be coming. Artem looked at him "I don't know, only Alex and Liam went last year" he replied. "Do you want to come, put if that way?" Max asked sitting back and Mateo walked in. "Sir" Mateo said bowing his head in protocol. "Hi Mateo" Max said as he took his seat, "Fancy going to Mauritius?" Max asked. Mateo looked at him "What is it?" he asked back having never heard of it. Max explained telling him all about the island "If I am allowed to go then yes" Mateo replied. Artem nodded "If Mateo costs up for the us three to go and then save the money elsewhere" he said. "Is no problem, I sort" Mateo said. Artem made a call to the hotel and secured two rooms situated below the royal suite free of charge in return of posting some photos on the prince's social media page that was still gathering thousands of followers daily. Max was keeping secret the real reason for the trip, only Franco knew outside of the meeting he had with the king and governor premier and was sworn to secrecy like his life depended on it. Mateo tapped his watched indicating it was time for Max to change for the patrons lunch with the ballet company. The dowager queen and Max arrived at the formal dining room of the main palace where the forty members of the ballet company were all there ready. Max finding it difficult to spot Jack now he wasn't half naked in his ballet costume, he eventually found him as Franco had spotted him and was distracted staring at him. Max turned to Franco "Write your number down and I will give it to him" he suggested. "Stop interfering Max" Franco said anxiously, "Would you though?" he now asked. "Make up your mind Franco!" Max replied then walked over to take his seat for luncheon. As soon as it was over Max casually walked around chatting until he got to Jack "Hello again" Max said. "Sir" Jack said bowing his head, "I didn't ask the other night, did you enjoy the performance?" he asked. "Yes Jack, it was beautifully danced and even my protection officer thought you were sublime" Max replied. Jack grinned then looked at him "Is he.. you know?" he asked quietly. Max handed him the bit of paper "Call and find out" he simply said. Jack looked over at Franco who was standing with the dowager queen's protection officers trying to look all professional, he kept glancing at Jack who smiled and turned to talk to the other troupe members. With everything calming down movie night came around and the group was getting bigger and bigger every month. Mateo now took control of getting the food together whilst Tom sorted beverages out. Marty and Josh were first to arrive and Josh handed Mateo a small package with some t-shirts for him to wear now the weather was getting warmer. Mateo telling him off to stop giving him clothes but Josh stood their grinning then kissed him to shut him up. Marty stood there with an evil smirk in his face looking at Mateo. "You owe me!" Marty said putting his arm around Mateo's shoulder. "Me?" Mateo questioned, "I confused, for what?". "Kissing my boyfriend" Marty replied slipping his hand down below and copping a feel. Mateo chuckled "I kiss you. But I not get your whipping!" he replied looking at Marty and grinning. Marty rolled his eyes "You know?" he said, "Oi Prince Alexander, come here!" he shouted. Alex casually and slowly walked over "Call me that again and I will slap you!" he remarked. "What have you told Mateo?" Marty asked trying to look serious. Mateo chuckled "Is not Alex who tell me" he interjected, "Your highness got the whip as well?". Alex laughed and winked walking off "Okay you have one kiss" Mateo said to Marty. Marty moved in front "I will get you and break you in, you can be sure of that!" he said grinning. Mateo laughed and pulled him forward kissing him then letting him go and walking off, Marty stood there quietly stunned and smitten having finally got a proper kiss from him. Alden and Sam piled and laughing loudly bumping in to the wall, Alden had been to pick Sam up from Military school and he was staying in Alden's residency this weekend due to movie night. Sam straightened himself up and walked over bowing to Alex and Max addressing them in the correct protocol. "Cut it out" Max said, "Weird my brother bowing to me. And why am I only seeing you now?" he asked Sam tapped his nose "Mind your own business, Alden and I went bowling today with Nick". On cue the three protection officers appeared "Nick!" both Alex and Max said in unison seeing him. Walking in behind was Asa who came running over to Max hugging him "Your here!" Max said happily. "Yes just for a week" Asa replied, "Seems he can't live without me" he said referring to Nick. "The art school wants you permanently teaching between painting of course" Max said. "No work talk!" Alex said hugging Asa before he could bow, "Come meet Mateo" Alex said excitedly. "Knock, knock" Francis called out walking in with Jackson. Alex turned and smiled, he didn't care who was in the room and he went over being lifted up in Jackson's arms as they hugged. Francis wandering off since he had since Alex earlier that day, he went straight over to Marty and kissed him then Josh and finally wandered over to Alden and Sam. Being Alden's valet he knew Sam very well now and they had become good friends, mostly at Alden's expense but he loved it. Having some normality in life was what Alden had been missing for years and was now a completely different person and not so uptight about every single thing. The last two to arrive had both Tom and Mateo looking on patiently as they walked in, Hannes and Gareth arriving together. Being neighbours in Sovereign Row and having seen Gareth almost every weekend they had chatted a lot and Hannes had taken him several times to the household areas of the palace. Hannes walked straight over to Mateo and kissed him openly in front of everyone. Gareth had to cope with Sam shouting out Geraldine and running over to hug him, for the moment Tom smiled and sought the company of Marty and Josh. Franco walked over to Max and tapped him on the shoulder "Franco" Max said smiling. "I got an updated schedule today. Are you really taking us to Mauritius?" Franco asked. Max nodded "Wow, thank you Max that is amazing" Franco said beaming. "You will be working" Max added with a grin, "Sort of anyway" he said laughing. It was by far the biggest movie night they had hosted for friends and their personal staff, who ironically were like friends anyway. Slowly people began moving off, Franco going with Alden and Sam to play video games in Alden's residence, Jackson left with Francis becoming inseparable over the last few months. Mateo and Hannes disappeared off for a late night swim, Tom was knackered and headed off to his room and Gareth followed on a few meters behind with all the remaining eyes watching him to see if anything was going to happen with Tom. Tom turned hearing someone walking behind him "Night" he said partly holding his breath. Gareth walked past glancing at him "Good night" he said sorely tempted but holding out. "Is that it?" Tom asked as Gareth reached the doors leading out of the Regency suites. Gareth opened the door and looked back with a sexy grin "Oi! go on a date with me!" Tom called out. Gareth stopped and laughed "After I have had my very wicked way with you" he replied. "Was that a yes then?" Tom now asked slightly confused. "Yes" Gareth replied closing the door, "Text me, Max has my number" he said disappearing from view. Tom smiled entering his room knowing full well he had an erection just from talking to him. Back inside the lounge of the suite Josh moved sofas and squeezed in between Alex and Max smiling away. Marty stood and walked to Alex pulling him off the sofa and sweeping him over his shoulder with ease walking towards the bedroom. Alex looked at Max "Well it looks like I know what I am doing" he said giggling. Josh sat across Max's lap "So you an me then!" he said and Max frantically kissed him. Marty leaned over him catching him unprepared kissing him full on, no matter how many times they had sex he always found himself swept off in to another world. The bed moving brought him back from the kiss, Max now laid beside him with Josh undressing him. Max turned to look at Alex and moved his head closer their lips met in a long kiss. When they broke apart they were both naked, looking up they saw Marty and Josh naked and kissing, both very erect. They glanced at each other and smiled their eyes speaking their own language of love before they looked down at the bed with such mischievous grins on their faces that caused Alex and Max and giggle stupidly. Simultaneously they leaned up grabbing the cocks of Marty and Josh taking them by surprise. Usually Max was in control when it came to sex with Josh, tonight however, he sensed he was going to have play role reversal looking up in to the eyes staring down at him. Alex held the sheer hardness of Marty's cock, a familiarity of the dense and thick solid cock seemed to transfix him to move his mouth towards it. Opening his mouth and slipping it around and down then up several times. Marty gasped holding on to Josh's shoulder for support. Marty growled and pushed Alex backwards on to his back and climbed on the bed, only this time instead of instantly getting between Alex's legs he was straddled across grinning down. Marty shuffled up moving his cock ever closer to Alex's mouth. Alex moaned softly feeling the head of his cock tapping at his face and running over his mouth, licking his lips to moisten them Alex stuck his tongue out and washed it over the tip of Marty's cock. The foreskin already rolled back perfectly poised for him, he allowed the cock to rub against his lips before opening his mouth. This time his lips tenderly surrounded the head, gently exploring and now using his tongue swirling around. Marty moaned and thrusted forward forcing his cock in to Alex's mouth, he glanced at Josh and gave him a quick kiss then looked down smirking at the sight of this puppy begging for his treat. Marty sighed softly as feeling Alex's hand roaming across his body, with all the will in the world there was no way he could last, he had to fuck Alex and fuck him now. Moving backwards and getting between his legs he leaned over Alex, finally their lips caressed briefly then locked in to a hard deep kiss. Marty pulled him closer grabbing his legs and pulling them around his waist then adjusting his leg positions so they kept the prince's legs aloft around his waist. His cock poised at the hole was just where Marty liked it. Their lips still firmly sealed together in a passionate kiss allowed Alex's free hands to explore Marty's familiar body. Max was not so lucky, on grabbing Josh's cock he looked down at Max and chuckled then pushed him back on the bed 'I'm driving tonight' he said gripping hold of Max's hands and pushing them above his head. Using his legs he got between Max's legs pushing them apart to position himself and leaned forward. Max just looked at Josh 'Oh fuck' he said with excitement and trepidation, but also wondering what he had let himself in for. He knew Josh could be quite erratic and unpredictable at sex, never knowing how hard or soft he was going to go. Max giggled and gasped loudly as Josh bit and sucked on his nipples slowly edging upwards to his neck and chin until their lips met. Max took the lead and pushed his tongue in to Josh's mouth surprising him at the eagerness, locking their lips together they kissed nosily. His body wriggling on the bed powerless from Josh's dominance and strength, his feet caressing Josh's legs moving up and down. Josh waited until Max moved his legs upwards again and slipped his own under Max's holding them up. On cue Max clasped his legs around Josh's waist for a fraction of a moment, it was long enough for Josh to get him in to a full on missionary position. He felt the hold on his hands being gently released, Josh kissed him deeper then broke away looking down at him with the wickedest of smiles he had ever seen. They stared at each other then Max moaned softly feeling his hand rubbing against his hole quickly followed by another moan a little louder as Josh pushed the head of his cock inside swiftly. The discomfort quickly passed and Josh brushed his lips against Max's, his tongue running across them and delving in to his mouth. Josh's arm slipped behind his neck holding him in place he kissed deeper at the same time he eased his cock deep in to Max's arse. His moans stifled by the kiss, Josh took him balls deep. The first stifled moans caused Marty and Alex to look, they could see Max's hand almost clawing on his back and his legs pointing straight up in the air stretching then wriggling around Josh's waist in sexual gratification. Marty kissed Alex sweetly then jiggled his hips pushing against Alex until he felt the head of his cock open him up and giving him the right of passage. His back arched and he yelped softly still smiling between pain and pleasure feeling his arse expand accommodating Marty's cock. Marty kissed his neck several times then watched his face at the ecstasy in his eyes the more he pushed inside, his cock already leaking precum having wanted to fuck Alex all night. His final push and Alex arched his back again moaning feeling the last few inches glide inside. A tender kiss exchanged between them signalled the start, Marty began seamless undulating waves in his hips. His hands gripped tighter on to Marty's arms. Despite Marty hardly moving he could feel the deep soothing strokes deep in his body, sending erotic shivers up his spine causing his toes to curl in on themselves. He began to realise that Marty had somehow become very adept at sex and how to really pleasure in the most incredible way, no doubt this was Josh's doing. Almost in tune with each other Marty and Josh looked at each other then smiled looking and leaned over to kiss. Both boys under them wriggled and moaned in pleasure. Unquestionably Josh had more control over his body and orgasm, whereas Marty had none yet he could fuck numerous times in succession. He had demonstrated that the first time the four of them had sex. It was a subtle change but enough for Alex to feel, the undulating had moved to a steady deep pounding now. His hands now wrapped around Marty's neck holding him closer as they locked together in another kiss. Josh gently caressing in long deep strokes stopped and they both watched Marty do what he does best. He moved his legs up closer around the sides of Alex's arse getting better traction he began to hit home harder. Alex moaned very loudly in to his mouth, his arms clasping hard around his neck, his toes appearing to perform a dance of their own with each body shattering thrust that was being delivered with such loving force. The intensity of Alex's responsiveness sent a tremble through his body 'Oh fuck! Oh fuck!' Marty cried out, his balls twitched and his cock jumped pulsing hard. Marty bucked his hips hard several time growling like a bear and thrusting his hips down hard against Alex's arse. He moaned feeling the first volley of his ejaculation firing off, then the second, third, fourth. Holding Alex tightly his hips stopped bucking, his cock impaled deep inside. Panting against his neck he slowly gyrated his hips pushing the seed deeper in to the prince. Their bodies glistening from tiny beads of sweat laid perfectly still until they both regained some composure. Through the midst of it Alex had his own orgasm, when he had no idea, his mind and body had completely lost control. The animalistic nature of Alex and Marty had taken Josh and Max by surprise hearing them go at it like they had been possessed. Max leaned up and kissed Josh, they were both highly aroused by their primeval sexual act. Josh looked down at Max and grinned letting his hips pick up speed fucking Max deeper and harder but still with his tender soft edge that Josh was usually known for. Looking down at the sexy tattooed Max it was turning him on even more. When the quietness prevailed after Marty finished Josh could now concentrate on Max fully making him moan and watching him receiving pleasure. Max groaned and slapped Josh on the arse, he stared down and grinned 'Do that again I will fuck you even harder' he said between thrusts. Max chuckled then moaned louder as Josh released three mind blowing thrusts, his hands grabbing hold of Josh's butt cheeks grinning cheekily up at Josh then slapping both cheeks before grabbing hold of them again. Josh responded and began pounding him harder and faster, his moans were short gasps unable to keep up with the speed Josh exhibited. Suddenly changing tack he kneeled up holding Max's legs spreading them wide apart fucking him steadily 'I can't hold on much more' he said to Max 'Me neither' he replied grabbing his cock and masturbating himself in tune with the rhythm his arse was getting hit. Max raised his other hand and ran it across Josh's smooth chest tracing a line down to his naval and back up again. His back twisted a little 'Cumming' he whimpered like a school child shooting his load across his stomach and chest. Josh gripped his ankles holding them further apart, rolling his head back and using exaggerated fast long strokes almost pulling Max inside out. Letting out a deep moan in his chest his the orgasm firing off like a lightning bolt, his hands catching Max above the knees pulling his arse deep on to his cock and holding still. Max looked up and felt the warming sensation deep in his that seemed to grow with every pulse from his cock that rebounded against his anal wall. Josh looked down releasing Max's legs and collapsing forward kissing Max and wrapping their arms around each other enjoying their post sex after glow. Alex and Marty applauded at the excellent show. Marty was already poised waiting for his turn on both Josh and Max. The night was far from over and only ended after Marty had done his job having all three of them.

PART SIX I'd been sucking them for about 10 or so minutes, and it was a weird thing to say, but my arse was so hungry. It needed to be fucked. "Can one of you fuck me please? My arse needs it so bad...." I pleaded. The two of them shared a knowing smile "Damn you're right, it is good stuff. You want a piece of this beautiful arse Jerome?" David asked, as I was sucking the pair of them. "Of course I do, but I wanna make sure you tear it up first," he replied. I wasn't sure what he meant but God, I needed it so much, it felt like my arse was on fire. The two of them both moved behind me and I could soon feel the metal from David's PA pressing against my hole. I moved back towards him eagerly and I could feel his cock slowly opening me up. "Mmmmm...not much I love seeing more than a bumped-up arse wanting a cock in it..." (Bumped-up? I wondered to myself) "Now do what that cock does best David." Jerome said. Within seconds, David started fucking my arse harder than he had before. It was such a mix of pleasure & pain as he was fucking me I wasn't sure if I was enjoying it...no, who am I kidding...I was being fucked, of course I was loving it! All I could do was moan as he worked my arse over, David pushing my cheeks wide as he fucked me. It felt incredible to be used in this way, I knew I was being used but I didn't mind, it was what I was made for. "That should be plenty" Jerome said, and David pulled out of me. David kept hold of my cheeks wide, and I could feel the air going into the gape of my arse. "Oh, looks like our little poof had his cherry popped again...let me get that" and Jerome scooped something (I guess David's precum?) that'd trickled out of my arse. I was gaping so much, it was probably bound to happen! "Now clean yourself up and take a seat, while I take this pussy." Jerome said to David. David grabbed a beer and started drinking and looking at his phone as he sat next to us. I was a bit surprised that he didn't seem to really care that his new boyfriend was about to be fucked by someone else but oh well. "Wow, what a beautiful gape" Jerome said and he started fucking me with some (three maybe?) fingers. "Nothing better than feeling a nice fresh hole before it's totally wrecked." His fingers did feel amazing but it wasn't what I needed. "Jerome, can you please fuck me?" I begged. My hole was feeling a bit sore & stretched but I wanted him in me anyway. "Of course my boy, I was just getting you & myself nice and ready." he replied, God his voice was so soothing. "You really love Daddy cock don't you boy?" I guessed I did, I hadn't really put it together but the thought of cocks of older guys older inside me was much more of a turnon. While I was thinking about that, Jerome pushed his cock deep inside me and it felt so good. "Oh yesssss...what a beautiful pussy you have" he groaned as he entered me. My groans matched his, it felt incredible. "Pussy......don't you mean arse?" I replied. "Sorry my boy, I forgot you're so new to this!" He laughed as he slowly began thrusting. "Poofs like us sometimes refer to our arseholes as our pussies, it's the only way we'll get knocked up after all!" I'd never thought of it that way, and the thought of getting knocked up by guys was such an appealing one. It was like he read my mind because shortly after he said, "In fact there's a few friends of mine that would love using a pussy like yours..." That sounded amazing! But I wanted to keep my cool, "Um...yeah...I'd love that....I can give you my number if you want to pass onto them if you want..." "Well, you can meet them all at once if you'd like. We're having a survivors party at my place later next week & you could be the guest of honour if you wanted. David's got my details anyway so he can let you know....." I looked over at my new boyfriend for his approval but he was still checking his phone & drinking what must've been his third beer while Jerome was fucking me. Time flies while you're having fun! "I'll do it!" I said, "It sounds like it'll be a blast." "If it all goes well, there'll be a few blasts!" Jerome laughed, .."And if all goes well, all of them knocking up that beautiful pussy of yours. Did you hear that David? Are you OK if my young friend here comes to my survivors party?" David looked up from his phone, "Not at all, I'm positive. And with any luck..." and the two of them started laughing. "Anyway, I gotta go & take a piss." "Don't be silly," Jerome replied. "If our guest of honour here's coming to my party, he'll need a taste of what he'll be getting up to. Why use a toilet when there's a perfectly good mouth here to piss into?" David smiled and moved over towards me. I was feeling a bit nervous having never tasted piss before (aside from the head of cocks when I was about to suck them) so I was worried how it'd go. "Don't you spill a drop mate," David said. "The dry-cleaning at Jerome's place is a bitch for the carpets so you'll be needing to swallow the lot." He rested his cock between my lips & within seconds, my mouth started to fill with warm piss. It was pretty watery thankfully after the beer and I was surprised to find it tasted kinda familiar. I've no idea how though. "Oh fuck, I love watching young piss sluts" Jerome moaned behind me as I was swallowing. He started pounding me harder and pushed against my arse as he came hard. I kept licking David's cock as Jerome pushed a couple of fingers into my arse, muttering something about "making sure it takes". I was hoping it took too, the idea of carrying part of Jerome inside me sounded great. Looking around, it was dark now! "Time's gotten away from us!" Jerome laughed, "Guess I'd better head home." "Nah, stay in the spare bedroom with Josh, he won't mind." "Only if it's OK with him," Jerome replied, rubbing my belly that'd been filled with cum from one end and piss from the other. I leant back, searching for his mouth with mine. I found it & started making out with this old guy, giving him his answer. END OF PART SIX

Part 3 He was right. I was hard and staring at Dennis' naked body wasn't making it go down. It took me less than a minute to shed my clothes and before I could sit back down, Dennis' mouth engulfed my cock. It was a more vigorous blowjob than he usually gave me. I would have thought that as baked as he was and having just gotten fucked, he'd be more laid back. He bobbed, sucked, and licked my dick for a few minutes before pulling off and looking up at me. He smiled briefly before turning to face the couch. With his chest on the cushions, his hairy ass called to me just like dozens of times before, but this time the call was really strong. I always liked to taste the cum inside a slut's hole and this time was no different. He was clenching his ass tight, trying to keep at least two loads inside. The moment my tongue hit his ring, he relaxed and a blob of cum leaked out. My taste buds were in overdrive, savoring the cream that was coating my tongue. A tongue that was soon poking inside his hole and getting covered in spooge. There was no need to lube up his pussy and my brain knew that, but I stood there a little longer just for the sheer pleasure of tasting the cum and his ass. My little head took over and soon was feeling the cum coat him when I slid my achingly hard cock into the slick chute barely a minute later. I slowly plowed in and out, trying to not force any of the pearly cum out. Dennis was always a verbal bottom, encouraging his tops to enjoy his pussy, fuck deeper, harder or faster. On rare occasions he would become a power bottom, but that was usually when he hadn't been fucked in a while. This time, the his comments emphasized the poz ass I was fucking. When I started to fuck him harder, he asked "Like that toxic swill your dick is plowing into?" and then he said "Rico just converted... his jizz is really potent" and then "Tony's is pretty hot too... only took a couple fucks to tag Rico." I laughed, mostly ignoring what Dennis was saying, since I enjoyed drilling the cum filled chute. "You want my neg seed in that slutty ass?" I asked, feeling him work his ass muscles around my cock as I got closer to orgasm. "Yeah, but for how much longer?" Dennis asked, followed by an evil laugh and a hard squeeze around my cock. That was all my body needed and I immediately began to shoot strong volleys of cum into the sloppy hole. I hadn't fucked in a few days and with work being crazy there wasn't time to even jack off. It made me shoot even harder than normal. "Damn... You needed to unload. Have you fucked anyone since you walked out on Tom?" Dennis asked after the last spurt fired out. "Just the night manager at the hotel. Bred him in the office while the desk clerk watched. Would have done the desk clerk too if some other guest hadn't rung the bell" I said as my breathing slowed. Dennis grabbed a glass butt plug off the table and forced it into his ass. My body felt better than normal after a good fuck but I still wanted to know about the solutions he had mentioned before we had sex. "So... what are your ideas?" I asked. Dennis got comfortable again on the other end of the couch and he reloaded the pipe. He took a long hit and passed it over. I took one too and by then he was exhaling the smoke. "Tom won't be able to forget about his thoughts of wanting to get pozzed. The thoughts are like the virus itself. They dig in deep and won't let go. Trust me, I've been there. I'm not the only one. Ask Patrick or Sean or Donny. Even Eli. They all went through it and fought it off until the virus was inside them too" he said. I nodded, slowly understanding what Tom had said. "You said you didn't like ultimatums or simple choices, but let me give you a suggestion. Get pozzed and be the one to give it to Tom. It will bond you closer than you could ever imagine" Dennis said. "You said a couple ideas. What else?" I asked, shocked that he'd even suggest something that insane. "Set up a conversion party. Get some viral tops to breed him all night. It might take a few tries to get the bug to take, but it's a fun time for all" he said. "Oh... and probably the worst idea is to find one of those [banned word] that will pay to poz up a guy. You take a chance that Tom will get attached to the guy that gave him what he wanted and you two break up anyway" Dennis added. "You don't think it's just a passing phase until he finds some other fantasy to hook on to?" I asked. Dennis shook his head 'no' and then said "As I said, I've been there. No matter what you try, it keeps coming back. Usually stronger and once you make it through all those other fantasies, guess what's still there?" What about PrEP? He can take as many of those viral loads as he wants and not worry about getting infected" I asked. "That will hold him for a little while, but as he gets used to getting bred full of toxic loads, the thoughts are going to come back. He'll either stop taking the meds or 'forget' to take them and end up with some random guy charging him up. I still think the first idea is by far the best. Patrick, Sean and I did the second one. It took us two parties to get charged up. It could have been we just needed that booster shot or the guys were more effective the second time. But... neither of us know who did it and I'd like a connection with that someone" Dennis said. A moment later, Dennis said "Donny went the prep route and it only delayed his pozzing by a year." Through my pot fogged mind what he was saying made a lot of sense. I had never worried too much about catching anything from guys I hooked up with. Six years with Tom as my only sex partner pushed that worry way, way back in my mind. I would never suck a dripping dick or fuck a hole with warts or sores, but otherwise the pleasure of fucking a guy was my priority. I'd caught a few of the regular STDs before I met Tom, but hadn't gotten any since we opened our relationship up. "You seem to really get off when I fuck you with poz loads in you. Why?" I asked. "Every time you've fucked me since you two opened your marriage I've had at least one unmedicated load in me. That's over a dozen times. You know that tops can get pozzed too, right? I was kind of hoping it would happen and you would give Tom the bug and end his chase" Dennis said. The marriage comment grated at me, but I knew that most of our friends considered us de facto married. Apparently gay guys that live together for more than a year are common law married, compared to seven years for straights. "What? How long have you known that's what he wanted?" I asked.

new member here! Ive been obsessed with piss and lately I found a way to "drink piss" that is not really nice, but this is what I was doing. I went to this huge BAR that had those huge urinal,it was late, lot of drunk guys...I would just leave some plastic cups inside the urinals and wait to see if a hot or nice straight guy come and piss inside the cup. I would wait him leave the bathroom , grab the cup, go into the reserved area and drink it all while I jerked off. Was a dream come true. Unfortunatelly now there is a bathroom janitorial staying there most of the time, so Im not sure if im gonna be able to do that again...but I hope the janitorial goes away I was wondering if more guys do that type of thing 😄

A couple hours ago I hooked up with this guy who I'd fucked in the past when he was a bug chaser and I'm like 90% sure I've got a toxic load in my unPrEPped neg ass right now. 😈☣️ When I fucked him before I was vague about my status back then since I knew I was neg and his fantasy was that I was poz and toxic, but it turned me on that he was chasing. He was this clean-cut, muscle frat boy type - not the type you'd expect to be trying to get pozzed. Last fall he'd told me he didn't really know his status since he hadn't been tested in a while. But lately I had noticed that his BBRT profile said "positive", so I assumed he had converted or at least assumed he had converted. Today he thought we were "swapping strains". My dick wasn't completely cooperating (tired from the bike ride over there). So we took a break and I asked if he wanted to jack off and stick his dick in my ass as he was humming (most of the time I'm not in the mood to bottom - I prefer topping). He had been rock hard the whole time and it took him like 5 seconds to shove into me. Even though he didn't go in far it hurt like hell and felt like it was ripping a bit. It was as he was humming that I finally said "poz me, poz my neg ass". But he still probably figured it was fantasy talk. When he pulled out (he was barely in) I got up and told him I'd had a neg test two weeks ago and hadn't taken PrEP in two years. That's pretty much the truth. Last time I took PrEP was February 2020, and I had been really sloppy about taking PrEP since late 2017 (e.g. slightly more loads in my ass than pills of PrEP since then). He seemed a bit hesitant when he responded. He said he'd finally gotten a confirmation test last month (later he told me it was a home test) and he was going to wait as long as possible to go on meds. Taking his toxic load got me rock hard, unfortunately he's one of those guys who can't get fucked after they cum. Too bad - I could have given him my last neg load… I'm rock hard as I write this. In thinking about it I've been seriously considering getting pozzed for over a decade. In the late 90s I was turned on by the risk the guys were taking in TIM videos. And I remember being in bed at MAL in 2011 with a friend/fuckbuddy who was poz and not on meds and him offering to blow a load in me to make it happen. I almost took him up on it then. It just grew and grew over the years. Now the only thing I think about when I jack off is either getting pozzed or pozzing guys. As I'm getting older I figured it was kinda now or never. My only misgiving at this point is the awkward conversations I'll need to have with a few people at some point in the future. I texted with the guy after and he said he thinks he knows who pozzed him. He did have "the flu" back in December, but it wasn't too bad. I just hope I don't get fuck flu at an inconvenient or awkward time… At some point I'll have him give me another load - just to make sure it takes. Now to find some neg bottoms to fuck… POSTSCRIPT: I tested neg a few weeks later (on a NAAT test that can detect HIV before there are antibodies). Either the guy wasn't toxic, or he faked cumming in me, or it all leaked out on the bike ride home, or it just wasn't enough virus to infect me.

I'm taking your bussy.

There you go guys...

It was not one single event for me - more of a gradual transition from a HIV-scared guy to a HIV-informed guy who decided that, with the arrival of HIV-meds, a sexlife without condoms was way more appealing than the opposite. I didn't engage in sex with guys with the intention NOT to use a condom but if nobody else insisted I wouldn't either. And gradually that changed to the point where it was a deal-breaker for me if somebody insisted on using condoms. I've always been attracted to casual, anonymous sex in rest rooms, parking lots, nudie beaches etc. and very early about 80-85% of the guys I met here were also not bothering with condoms so finding sex partners to bareback with was not hard.

A few years back I was all for condoms now if I’m online looking for a breeding and condoms are suggested it’s an immediate NO

Really nice change from seeing porn cock, hot as that is

Ready for 1000s of more stranger’s cocks, youngest, cum, piss, toys, and fists to use and abuse!

@SeanBrah what is stopping you from offering your holes on the social media platforms that the MAGA favor? You could also go to their "rallies" and actually offer them your holes in realtime. I know here they have truck parades that disturb the users of several parks every weekend. If you don't feel comfortable doing that, perhaps you should consider the reason.

I live two separate lives one that my family and friends know me to be straight and masculine and the other behind closed doors where I’m a very submissive cum dump bottom sissy faggot slut. I absolutely hate condoms and find it a turn off of the top wants to use one. But once they start fucking me in the heat of the moment they either break them or rip them off and breed me. I love offering myself to hung kinky dominant bulls and Daddies online, in adult theaters and cruise spots, where they take what they want and how they want it. I love being in the woods or out in the open parking lot being fed numerous dicks, loads, having my hole ruined and flooded with warm seed. I love going home a hot mess giggling feeling dirty. Once I get home I’ll browse at all the pics and videos I took while I’m face down getting drilled by this xxl horse cock dildo attached to my fuck machine.

I thought I had met the perfect man. He checked all the boxes of physical attributes that I like, and was as sexually adventurous (kinky) as myself. When we were together at his place, he would get 3 and 4 calls a night from his sister. Seems she was planning her wedding, and he was helping her with details. This went on for 3 months. I actually thought I was going to be his plus one, then a week before the wedding, he told me the truth. She was not his sister, she was his fiancé and he was having a last fling before going straight and never fucking men again. Fucked up thing to do, but damn he was a good lay!

I think this is basic normal behavior, the act of putting a condom on is sort of like telling you that is what he prefers while still keeping talking to a minimum and trying to stay somewhat anonymous. You can then reply by gentle pushing his hand away while he tries to wrap you. Message should be received. I have tops try to fuck me with a rubber all the time and this is how it goes down, I don’t yell at them or get offended, some people may have a latex allegedly but unlikely and whose to say it’s a latex condom. No need to get offended, so long as the message is received on both ends. Some will always wanna go bare and others won’t. Non verbal communication is in fact a thing as gay men we do it all the time and it’s for sure gonna happen in those settings more so than actual talking.

Just got back from swapping loads with this hot 20 something white guy with the most amazing piercing blue eyes. He said he was new to town and hadn't been fucked in a while and was needing it bad. He hadn't even unboxed his stuff, was sweaty from the move, did it on his bare mattress on the floor. We were making out and getting down to it and he said he didn't have condoms and would it be cool to do it without. I said it was and he laughed as he said he was hoping I'd want to do it that way as he really wanted my loads. He had a nice defined body, fair amount of ink and a nice tight ass. Made a lot of noise taking me and was loudly begging for my load. Blasted my first one in him doing him doggy and he rolled over on his back to take the second load, his legs over my shoulders and me pounding his ass hard. Loved looking in those pretty eyes as I popped the second one in him. Straddled his cock and rode him to take his load and he shot a massive one inside me. He needed a breather after that and smoked a cigarette and had me suck him clean while he smoked. I gladly did it and then he fucked another load in me doggy style. After we finished he asked if I wanted to get a pizza or something to eat, but I said I needed to roll...didn't want it to get too clingy or needy but said I'd be up for hooking up again, and so we swapped digits. He said he didn't usually let guys cum inside him (sure...) and I fibbed and said I didn't but he was hot and I wanted it bad, to which he smiled. Left there not showering and not caring, with both his loads still inside me.

Okay I’m going to say it: This post is about standards. I haven’t read each post in this thread but I’ve read a few. And I’m not surprised at what I see. As a black person, and to a lesser extent other non black people, we have a standard placed upon us. And we have be to be honest, the standard people have sexually for white guys is almost non-existent until they hit about 55. Some of the people in this thread are so shocked and offended that others would actually have a standard placed on them. They are just so used to their whiteness being the standard and getting where they want they can’t fathom a world where they are told they will be rejected sexually. And you have a group of guys who will say “yes, I don’t care what happens, as long as you’re white, I’ll fuck you”. (See the post about Q-Anon). Join the club, for the rest of us it’s not “just about sex.” We get asked millions of questions that have nothing to do with sex. To me, this is just checking to say “hey, all that matters is your white still right?” And seeing if people are still on code with that.

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Part 10 Of course I wanted it. I had been too afraid to admit it openly to myself and to others. I was just fixated on my phone screen looking at his message, offering what I had been looking for this whole time but too scared to ask for. I thought about all those nights reading stories on BZ wishing it was me, scrolling through BBRT looking at profiles searching for poz guys yet never getting into the conversations I wanted. All the mildly frustrating hook ups and sex in general which had somehow become quite vanilla for me, no matter the level of kink, because it was missing something. -“Hey!” I typed after maybe thirty minutes, not sure about wha I’d say next. -“How are you?” he replied almost instantly. -“I’m good thanks! How about you?” -“Pretty good! Been insanely horny lately. I bred 3 bottoms last weekend!” -“That’s hot! I haven’t had a lot of action lately, just crazy busy at work and my sex drive isn’t at its peak.” -“Well, it seems like this needs to be taken care of, doesn’t it? It’s a waste not to use such a hot bottom like you.” I took a few moments to think about what to answer. -“I haven’t given up on you, boy. After all those years of texting, I think I deserve to use you.” he added before I could reply. -“When you get your ass over here, it’s gonna be mine, boy!”. I felt my cock getting hard, which had not been such a common occurrence lately. I had been chatting with this guy for so long, fantasizing about him and getting fucked and bred by his dick. He was the one who had introduced the idea of chasing to me. I was trying to type some answer, but kept erasing and starting over. He probably saw the “Typing…” alert go on and off and just added -“I’m gonna help you there, I know what you want, and I know you’re too scared to ask for it. You want my poz dick right boy?”. There it was! -“Yes, Sir! That’s what I want!” -“Finally, we got there! Where are you going to stay?” he asked. -“I’ll be at the X hotel, in Y.” -“Just a few miles away from me, we could meet a few times during your stay.” -“I’m staying 10 days but I’m gonna be with my colleagues though. I’ll have my own room but I’d like to stay discret.” -“Not a problem, we’ll manage. We can also book a hotel on Saturday, I want you for an entire night too.” -“That’d be hot Sir! Can you cum multiple times?” -“With some breaks, maybe 3 or 4 times in one night.” -“Great!” -“Just so you know, I’m on meds, but I want to drop them before we meet, what do you say about that?”. My hole twitched a bit. -“I say I want your poz loads, Sir!” -“Do you want me as toxic as possible?”. Yes, I wanted him to drop his meds, to be fully toxic, but I was scared as hell. -“I’ll charge you up, boy! I’ll breed you all night!” he added. -“You’ll probably end up poz too after that. You on PrEp?”. The dreaded question. -“No, I’m not. I dropped it a few years ago!” I lied. Yes, I had dropped PrEp for a few years but I had been back to it for a few months now. I was craving his poz cum, but was still thinking of my Paris adventure. I figured I could have all the twisted fun I wanted with this poz guy and still get away with it unscathed. After all, he would have to know. -“Just got us a room in Z for Saturday. It’s about midway between your hotel and my place. If we’re lucky, I’ll be able to find more tops for you! I’ll like whoring out my boys!”. We chatted a bit more until I fell asleep, not before shooting my load on my stomach, thinking of becoming a whore again to anonymous guys. Being a poz guy’s whore, those words stuck in my head as I was drifting off. A month later, I landed in Y. I arrived at my hotel, checked in at the conference starting the next day and met with a few people I knew from other international events I had attended. I had five days full of meetings and workshops ahead of me. I’m an introvert by nature and hate those events, which force me to do small talk to people I don’t even really like in the first place. But I was constantly thinking about Saturday, as the reward for going through a gruelling week. It was only Sunday, and I was still six days away from it. Or so I thought, until I got a WhatsApp notification. -“Hey boy, tomorrow night.”

Every since reading this thread two nights ago I went to a parTy. I had this thread in mind to get DP'd this night. I only had done it once but this thread got me thinking about it alot. So both tops weren't that wide but were dam long..lol. We fooled around for some time and the one top was on his back and while I was sucking him he got really hard i had him slide to the end of the bed so his leggs were on the floor then and I got on and sat on his cock when It was fully in I told the other to fuck me with him in. He grab a tube of lub stuck it by my hole and filled everything up. I laid flat so he had a easier time to try.. He had me suck his cock while the other top was fucking me. He got friggin hard and moved to my ass and tried to get it in with the other in me. Took some tries but it eventually slid it in nice. I had to relaxed a bit because it hurt a little but then felt awesome! They both got super excited and were pumping for a while. I had my arms to the back to spread my cheeks some. I got some great action going. As soon as the one moaned very loud the other pumping now faster then he exploded and moaned. I felt both cocks throb! It was such a grrreeat feeling. Was sore but in a great way. Will do this again!

1) Cum dumps comment below, what makes you want to take as many loads as possible? I love having guys fucking my ass and spilling their cum loads into it. I get off on heavy multi-partner use an thrive in group use settings like sex clubs and resorts where it's an open free for all of guys fucking like the animals in heat that we are. The atmosphere is sexually charged and I can look up and see guys watching me like a circus side show freak, getting used by guy after guy and hearing them commenting on what a promiscuous slut i am and they can't believe I'm still taking more cocks with all the use i've endured already. 2) What things could a guy do to make you push past your limits and take as many loads as you're offered? won't take much. i am always up for a challenge as a sexual athlete. I will keep getting used til i pass out from exhaustion and even then at some sex parties I've been to the guys kept on using me. 3) Do you have any trigger words that make your fuck hole hungry and insatiable? If you had an encourager how could he get you to take more loads? Trigger words: hearing guys call me sexual livestock, sexual breeding stock or a loose slut gets me going for sure. I m proud to be all that. I don't need any encouragement in the main. I do need a handler who can round up tops to breed me multiple times. I need that everyday.

As a bottom cumdump i can say: if the top asks about how many loads i already have inside of me... i always feel very proud to tell him 🙂

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Mr. Miller strapped Brian’s hands and legs in the harness, caressing his slave’s skin as he went. Some masters tattooed their slaves. Others even branded him. Both ideas made his cock throb. A biohazard tattoo was surely going to happen, but Mr. Miller didn’t know just how far he wanted to go. He would use Brian beyond merely fucking him; he would have him go out and buy him things, run errands, all the things that wasted his valuable time, so he couldn’t send him out with tattoos all over his face, attracting attention. Still, something permanent, something other than his strain, would get his blood flowing each time he saw it. It would take some planning on his part. Once Brian was restrained, Mr. Miller lined his cock up with his hole, a glob of precum oozing out. “I hope for your sake, you’ve been a bottom slut with an open pussy to any and all men, opening you up, because other than my precum, there will be no lube.” He shoved forward, the head of his cock sliding past Brian’s initial ring and causing his slave to arch his back in pain. The trance kept Brian under Mr. Miller’s control, but it didn’t stop him from feeling pain and reacting to it. It just stopped him from running away from what he secretly wanted. Mr. Miller could have told his slave to let him inside, to relax his muscles, but the resistance caused the nerves of his cock to scream out in pleasure. The young man had said that he wasn’t a virgin, but he clearly wasn’t fucking as much as other college students. Years ago, Mr. Miller had been fucking one of his students every day for half a semester; that was before he was poz or had been able to create videos hypnotizing his prey. The last he heard, that student had moved to California, stared in a few pornos, and then vanished. He had been a good fuck, but his need to be equally pleasured had been such a hassle. Perhaps that is why Mr. Miller had set out to find a way to make fucking all about himself. After years of cycling through men, he learned that he only cared about his own dick. Brian’s hole slowly opened up to Mr. Miller’s thick cock, but the way his legs and arms shook with every inch forced inside, it was clearly painful. Veins started showing along his body from the strain. There were poppers in the cabinet, but Mr. Miller rarely used them on slaves. There were times when he wanted them spun out, but this wasn’t the time. He wanted his slave to feel everything. Being numb was not allowed in sex. Mr. Miller stopped forcing himself in once his cock was halfway inside Brian’s hole. The slave’s body was covered in sweat, glistening under the red light. The trance kept its hold, but a look of pain and pleasure still spread across Brian’s face. Without the television in front of him, the pain would bring to the surface a bit of Brian’s uncontrolled mind. Not enough for him to fight back, but enough to cry out in ecstasy when the time was right. Even with the gag, he would cry. “Have you ever had a dick this big before, slave?” Mr. Miller asked, slowly pulling his dick out. Brian shook his head. “And does my dick live up to what you always imagined?” He nodded. “Do you want my poz cum?” He nodded again, vigorously. “Good,” Mr. Miller said, knowing his slave would get it regardless of his answer. Even under the red light, he could see streaks of blood already covering his dick. Brian’s sensitive skin was making his job all too easy. He’d be a toxic slut in no time. If the plan hadn’t been for Brian to drop out of college, having him on campus for all the young men to fuck and contract Mr. Miller’s strain would have been a great idea. Perhaps, he thought, we can still make that happen. He shoved his dick back into his slave’s hole, moving beyond where he had stopped before. Brian’s body shook, his back trying to lift out of the harness as his legs and arms tried hard to escape their restraint. What remained of Brian was trying to fight back. Clearly, under normal circumstances, Brian would have run for the hills if Mr. Miller had tried fucking him this way without putting him in a trance. There were few men who could take his dick, and even fewer who could do so without lube. Luckily, his bottoms made their own lube one way or another. “Time to bottom out,” Mr. Miller said, shoving the rest of his dick into Brian’s ass. As his balls slapped against his slave’s ass, Brian’s eyes rolled back into his head. There was no scream, even with the ball gag in place. The trance removed his ability to scream unless requested. And while Mr. Miller loved to hear his slaves and any man scream when he fucked them, the room they were in wasn’t soundproofed. The basement, on the other hand, where Brian would be living, was a different story. He could do whatever he wanted to his slave there without anyone hearing a thing. Mr. Miller reached a hand out and wrapped his fingers around Brian’s throat. “I won’t choke you yet,” he told his slave, holding on as he slowly slipped his dick out of the young man’s hole and shoved it back inside. Brian’s body shuddered with each forceful entry, a groan escaping. “You like having that gag in your mouth?” Mr. Miller asked. Unable to speak, his slave nodded. “Would you like your own balls in your mouth?” He nodded again. “Maybe we’ll get them long enough so you can manage to get them in your mouth. Haven’t seen that done before. I know several men who would pay big bucks to see a video of you trying.” The video from his office had already been sent to several men who Mr. Miller knew, all of whom were Masters themselves. Mr. Miller created hypnosis videos for them for the right price, though everything truly special he kept for himself. Already since that afternoon, Mr. Miller had received messages congratulating him on his new slave. Everyone was impressed. Mr. Miller’s thrusts were no longer being met with the same resistance as before. A combination of his precum and Brian’s blood allowed for a persistent rhythm to be created. It had been almost two weeks since Mr. Miller had fucked someone (his neighbor Matt), and several days since he had jerked off. He had been saving up his load so he could fill Brian’s hole with as much toxic cum as possible. Normally, he was a huge shooter, but after days of buildup, he’d be a fucking geyser. It would take some time before he’d know if his slave was pozzed, but there was little doubt in his mind that he wouldn’t manage the task that night. His track record proved this. Many a one-night stand contacted him, telling him that he had pozzed them. A few had been angry, most worshiped at his feet, no trance required. “Your pussy feels so fucking good,” Mr. Miller said, the hand not around Brian’s throat now taking hold of his slave’s balls. “Understand, slave, that you no longer have an asshole. You have a pussy. It’s made to be fucked.” Brian tried to say something, but the gag kept him muffled. “What was that?” Mr. Miller taunted. “Did you try to say, ‘My pussy is made to be fucked by your enormous cock, Master,’?” Brian nodded. “That’s right. Your whole body was made for me,” Mr. Miller said. “Your mind, no one gives a shit about. It’s worthless. Just look at the grade you deserved in my class. Pathetic. Your body, however, is the only thing that matters, and it’s mine.” His hand could feel how hard his slave was trying to catch his breath. His Adam’s Apple kept moving along his palm. Mr. Miller squeezed a bit tighter. “You know, a man’s neck was made to be used as a hold,” he told his slave. “A top needs something thick to hold onto.” He looked down at Brian’s cock which was swelling within the cock cage, bits of flesh sneaking out as his dick cried to be released. “So is a man’s dick when you have them in a sling. You grab on and use it to fuck harder.” He squeezed Brian’s balls again, another wave of pain coursing through his slave’s body. “The balls, on the other hand, are simply fun to torture.” As he continued fucking his slave, Mr. Miller noticed something which made his dick even harder. Each time he bottomed out, there was a slight movement in his slave’s abdomen. His dick was so long and Brian’s body so skinny, that he could see his dick moving inside his slave’s gut. It almost looked as if an alien was trying to get out. Mr. Miller released Brian’s throat and instead focused his attention on his slave’s balls. As before, he gripped around the scrotum and made them tight, the two egg-like balls veiny and visible. “Have you ever wondered why our testicles, the most delicate part of the male anatomy, hangs outside the body?” Brian shook his head. “So I can do this.” Mr. Miller slapped Brian’s balls, watching as his slave jumped in the sling, his pulling causing more pain as his master’s hold remained firm. “You’ll learn to love that feeling. You’ll get off on it. You’ll feel honored when I torture your balls. You’ll want me to stand on them, crushing them like grapes. It’ll get you off.” Brian’s body continued to shake as Mr. Miller fucked him. He could tell that he was about to cum. He dropped Brian’s balls and grabbed hold of his neck again, this time using both hands. His grip was stronger this time, the veins along his slave’s neck jutting out. “I’m going to give you my toxic load, slave,” Mr. Miller said, thrusting harder, trying to make as much damage inside as possible. “You’re going to take my poz cum and make it into a depraved creation, taking over your body.” His grip tightened as his balls rose up, waves of pleasure spreading from his groin and reaching every part of his body. “Fuck. I’m going to cum. I’m gonna cum. I’m cumming! I’m CUMMING!” He burrowed himself deep into his slave’s ass and held still, feeling himself shoot ten shots of cum into Brian’s bloodied ass. His hands released his slave’s neck and grabbed hold of his nipples, twisting them. A shudder rushed over Brian as a tiny bit of cum leaked out of his caged cock, pooling and then running down his side onto the floor. “What a pathetic last neg load,” Mr. Miller said. “I’m going to pull out of your pussy. Don’t let any of my cum escape.” He pulled out his dick and felt his slave’s hole close tight, not a single drop leaking out. He went to the cabinet and removed two items: a butt plug and a toothbrush. “Let’s make sure we fulfill your fantasy,” Mr. Miller said, holding the toothbrush out for Brian to see, knowing there would be no reaction. He shoved the bristled end into his slave’s ass and started scraping inside as hard as he could. Brian’s body shuddered, but he didn’t fight. This toothbrush was lucky, having been used on several men, all of whom converted. If it ain’t broke, Mr. Miller thought. After almost three minutes of constant brushing, Mr. Miller removed the brush and examined the bristles. Even under the red light, he could see blood. “Perfect,” he said, placing the toothbrush on Brian’s stomach and shoving the butt plug inside his pussy. Just as with Mr. Miller’s dick, his slave put up a bit of a resistant fight. “This will keep my gift where it needs to be,” he said. “My cum is the most precious substance to you. It’s more precious than water or food to you. You crave my cum. Understand?” His slave nodded. “What you experienced tonight was loving,” Mr. Miller said. “You’ll see my brutality soon enough, so treasure these moments when you can. However, you’ll learn to love everything I do to you because all you crave is my attention.” He removed the gag from his slave’s mouth and threw it to the floor. “Open,” he said, grabbing Brian’s chin with one hand and the toothbrush in the other. Mr. Miller inserted the bristles into his slave’s mouth and started brushing his teeth. “What you’re tasting is the delicious delicacy of my poz cum and your blood. Enjoy it. You’ll be craving this flavor soon enough.” Mr. Miller undid the restraints and helped his slave out of the sling. Brian was a bit unsteady on his feet, but he managed to stay upright as Mr. Miller went to the cabinet and retrieved a collar. It wasn’t one of the ones which was made of rough material, certified to make a slave bleed, but it was made of leather and was one of Mr. Miller’s favorites. He put it around Brian’s neck and pulled tight, watching as it pressed into the skin. His slave could still breathe, but it would cause him some discomfort. “On all fours,” Mr. Miller commanded. His slave complied, slowly moving down onto his hands and knees, the butt plug sticking out of his pussy. “Follow me,” Mr. Miller said, turning and leaving the room. Brian followed as quickly as he could, crawling on his hands and knees a new experience. He followed his Master down the hall to a door on which more locks were seen. “This is where you will live from now on,” Mr. Miller said, opening the door to reveal wooden stairs leading down to the basement. “Since I’m a kind Master, I’ll allow you to walk down rather than crawl.” Brian stood up and followed Mr. Miller downstairs where there was a room containing more slings, more benches, a mattress covered in stains, a crate, chains on the walls, and several television screens mounted in each corner. The air was cold, causing Brian’s nipples to harden and his cock to shrink. “This is where you sleep,” Mr. Miller said, pointing to the crate. It was big enough to fit a person, but it would be a tight fit. “And to make sure that we keep you under my control,” he went to the televisions and turned them on, the same strobe effect and noise from the living room appearing on each screen. “Even while you’re asleep, the messages within the videos will enter your mind, changing it, poisoning it. There is no escaping my purpose. Understand?” “Yes, Master,” the slave said, his voice raspy. Mr. Miller went to a chest in which he kept several items of apparel. The one he wanted was at the top since he had thrown it there only the day before. It was the jock strap he had worn every day to the gym for the past month. It was stained with sweat, piss, and cum. It reeked, but the odor made his cock hard. “You will wear this,” he said, handing his slave the jock strap. “Anything I give you to wear will contain my scent. You will get high off of my stench. You will crave me more than life itself. Is this what you want, slave?” “Yes, Master. It is all I want.” The slave took the jock strap and put it on, the pouch looking a bit odd with the cock cage inside. “Get inside,” Mr. Miller said, opening the cage door. Brian crawled back onto his hands and knees and entered the cage, his Master locking it behind him. Mr. Miller left the basement, the lights turned off with the television screen still playing the video. Brian curled up on the floor of the cage, his eyes focused on the television screen, his body not only soaking in the subliminal messages from Mr. Miller but also his Master’s toxic cum.

Your cock looks so 😋 I love it

I’d better check your hole to make sure it’s alright.

Part 5 I froze for just a few seconds. It was finally out. He had said it clearly. I was confused. I had been extremely attracted to this guy for years, he had gotten me super horny, and awakened something in me. I just answered -“Yes, Sir! I want your poz dick inside me!” There we were. -“Good boy” he just said. -“I’ll leave you with this”, he added, sending me a link to a video on a site I didn’t know yet: [think before following links] https://barebackbastards.com/27218/pozitive/ I clicked on the link and there it was. The fantasy I had never known I had being played right before my eyes. A beefy and hairy top, verbal domination with a deep voice. And the strong will to share his DNA with that lucky bottom. I watched it maybe fifty times, constantly sniffing poppers, and jerking frantically until my dick hurt. That video was an illumination for me. It turned me on so much but I was still scared of following that new instinct. In the following weeks, I not only kept coming back to the video, but I also started looking for more videos like this one. “Poz”, “pozzing”, “toxic”, “verbal”, etc. All the key words I could think about. I would spend hours searching and created quite an impressive collection. I had no idea the Internet was so full of those. I even skipped hitting the bathhouse a few times because I preferred looking for poz videos instead. I kept hooking up a lot, but I knew there was something missing. I started avoiding guys who displayed “Neg+PrEp”. I would even completely avoid the conversation on status, afraid they would tell me they were on PrEp. I was fine just not knowing at this point. I also kept hitting all the sleaziest places I could find. My guy from the West Coast was also encouraging me by sharing all the pozzing videos he could and telling that it would be “how he would take care of me”. Fast forward a few years. While on another trip in Paris, I found a bar called “Le Next” in the 1st arrondissement, a place with a pretty big darkroom in the basement. I had been on a European tour for two weeks, jumping from planes to meetings with no time to breathe at all. I had displayed my very serious and professional self for the entire time. I don’t think that by just looking at me, talking to me or even knowing me in every day life anyone could really understand how much of a twisted pig I could become. Paris was the last leg of my trip and I had finally wrapped up my last meeting. It was Friday and I was only flying out on Sunday. I ditched my colleagues before dinner with a clear purpose in mind. I wanted to get bred that night. I arrived at the bar around 11pm. Looking at me in a somewhat puzzled way, the receptionist proceeded to inform me it was an LGBT space and that I was to expect some sexual action. Did I look that innocent? I told him was ready for that - oh boy, was I.

When the top teases the bottom's hole with his cock and even slips the head in but when they are fucking you suddenly see a condom.

Pt 4 of going to California and doing something I never thought I would and that was being a full total (sub Tina slut) bottom. After getting shards put In my hole and the lube having Tina in it my ass was begging to get more and after Shawn teased my mouth and throat but never going down my throat only to say it's going to happen and as he was going to get prepared for what him and his bf and other 3 guys were going to do to me I should be just as prepared as he puts a smaller but thicker dildo on the fuck machine and before I can do anything he's already out the door and I can feel the enormous head of the dildo pushing up against my hole trying to fuck my hole. After some time I feel the head pushing then I jump as my hole stretches around the enormous head and sucks it my hole as it keeps pushes and there's less resistance as my hole keeps stretching around the dildo Then I hear the door and all 5 guys are completely naked and Shawn and Nick both with the biggest cocks came closer for the past 2 hours they had watched my hole getting fucked by 2 dildos I never could imagine using in my hole. And they were even bigger than the 1st time I had seen all their cocks as Nick stood between my legs that were completely spread apart and my hole was on full display and then I felt a prick in my arm as I was getting my 2nd point and as the warm rushing feeling came nick took his hands and stretched my hole hard as I felt him start licking and tongue fucking my hole so good I yelled oh God as I started shooting cum all over me then my head was put down and was hanging and Shawn put his cock in my mouth and just started to fuck it like it was my hole I could feel his balls start hitting my chin and him occasionally push hard as his cock would slide and stretch my throat deeper. I There was 2 other guy on my left and another on my right as one guy on my right and the one on my left took both of my hands and had me jerk them off the other guy on my right was just rubbing his cock on my lips as Shawn was fucking my mouth and throat occasionally I would feel the guy who was rubbing my lips with the head of his cock him trying to get in my mouth as well. When he realized that his position it wasn't going to work so after a few twist and turns he was finally in the right spot as I felt the head of his cock on my lips then through a small opening I felt him start to push his cock in my mouth as another for me getting my mouth fucked by 2 cocks and neither cock was average size. It didn't help much as I was still getting my hole rimmed by nick and he was giving my hole the best rimming I have ever had I could feel his tongue deep in my hole and he seemed to enjoy it as he would use his fingers to hold my hole open then he got up and put the head of his enormous cock and told the guys to watch him make my hole appropriate his cock as he pulled his cock back slightly and in one big movement his cock was sliding in and as it did it was opening and stretching my hole.as I had one enormous cock deep in my ass and 2 doing the same to my throat. Them I started to gag and chock as my throat has 2 cocks stretching it and filling it with 2 big loads I could feel it slide out the sides of my mouth and down my neck just as they pulled out and the other 2 guys took over I felt nick grab my hips pulled me down hard on his cock as he filled my hole. For the next hour I had all five cocks filling both holes just when I thought it was over Shawn said I think he's prepared for the rest of the guys I turned to him as he looked at me and said your our Tina slut and your going to let us make a porn of you getting used for every guy comes in here and uses you how they please

Part 4 Rick undid the straps, and guided me over to a soft-looking couch I had not previously noticed. He put down a dog training pad on the seat, and said, “Kneel on it.” I climbed on to the couch with a wobble, still not fully balancing after he inflicted such torture on my hole. Rick got the lube bottle from the sling, slicked himself up, but gave none to me. I looked at him quizzically. “No lube?” “Nope. Your blood will provide all the lube you need.” I dropped my head as I positioned my ass in the air. Whatever happened next, there was no going back. I wanted to tell him to stop, that I can’t continue because of the bleeding. Blood play isn’t my thing at all. As he climbed on the couch and positioned himself behind me, I let out a small whimper. “This is it,” I thought. “I brought this on myself. But it feels so right...!” This time, Rick’s cock caressed my hole. He let out a soft gasp as he entered me. The lube was nice and cool, but alternated between pain and pleasure. Rick took his time now, and fucked me in a way that suggested he wanted me to feel every second of this. But it didn’t last. The angle was no good, and he kept sliding back off the couch on his left foot. Rick pulled out and stood up to full height. “Flip over,” he ordered. I complied, happy to be back on my back and off my elbows. I raised my legs and pointed the toes at Jebus. Rick got on the couch again, and returned to fucking me. “This hole’s great,” he said. “Good hole… good hole… good hole… good POZ hole…” He was almost in a trance. The instinct to breed and destroy had fully taken over. I couldn’t see his eyes clearly, but I could certainly see his face. It was suddenly angelic - calm, peaceful, relaxed. “This is his natural environment,” thought I. “He’s doing it, and it feels amazing.” I was suddenly in heaven, and forgot to worry about my bleeding rectum. His cock was stopping the bloodflow, maybe? I like to imagine that it was. Rick continued to plow, and then his body felt really hot against mine. I saw his otherwise shapeless physique go tense, and he dropped a bead of sweat on me. His features finally came into full view as he suddenly pitched the head downwards to look me square in the face. “This is it,” he groaned. “Breathe your last as a neg man, Steve. You ready for it?” I gave a dramatic pause. “Yes. Do it,” I fearlessly answered. Rick’s motions increased, his physical power overwhelming me, his rhythms gaining speed. He was drilling me HARD, and pain was becoming the dominant feature of our fucking. His cock rammed in and out of my hole in a blink. He would fully withdraw, then slam back in. Withdrew again, and re-enter with force. My balls began to ache from all the tension and physical assault. And within a few seconds, his torso lurched up toward the ceiling head first as he let out a primal scream of uncharacteristic fury. The deed was done, and his potentially charged swimmers were moving to a new location in my red district. I suddenly envisioned a cartoony image of toxic sperm shooting down a bright red shaft and making a right turn at the gash created by the metallic condom, and it made me chuckle. As Rick’s thrusts slowed to stillness, he asked, “What’s so funny? Hardly a time to be laughing.” I inhaled deeply, and let out a loud sigh of relief. “It was nothing,” I lied. “I just… can’t believe I did that.” He tried to stand up, and nearly fell. “What do you mean ‘what YOU just did’? I think I deserve an honourable mention,” he said jokingly. “Right, sorry,” I quickly answered. “What WE just did. That was incredible.” I decided that the cruel condom didn’t matter, and didn’t even acknowledge it. I wanted to bask in the moment, and consider this crossed off my Fuckit List. So I put my legs down to rest, and just lay there in all our natural juices. Rick let me remain, and went back to the ashtray. He found our cigars had put themselves out, but were not fully smoked, so he relit them. Brought mine back to me for a post-coital smoke. He motioned for me to sit up so he could join me on the couch. I did so. Neither of us spoke, and he just held me in his arms. The post-pozzing bliss was welcoming, and I noticed for the first time how silent the room was. All I could really hear was his breathing, mine, and the occasional sizzle of burning tobacco. As I came down from the high, Rick finally broke the silence. “Steve.” I turned my head toward him as much as my neck would allow. “Yeah?” He hesitated before continuing. “Welcome to the club.” I fully turned myself on the couch to look fully at him. “Club?” I enquired. “Yep,” he said, voice as colourless as glass. “This is what you wanted. And now you’re going to be poz. For real.” I wanted to be horrified, angry, frightened. He deviated from the script completely, and the thought crossed my mind to stick my lighted cigar right in his eye socket. But I felt that wouldn’t do justice to what I was feeling. But exactly WHAT was I feeling? Pride? Horny? Accomplished? Violated? Yes, all four. But three of the four were positive feelings, so I did not respond in hostility. I went for a neutral reaction. “That wasn’t what I asked you to do,” I said in an even tone. “Sure, the sex was great, though the condom surprised me, but this was supposed to be a fake conversion. To see if I could go through with the real thing.” Rick’s facial expression didn’t change. He looked at me stoically and said, “You just did. And how did that make you feel?” I considered it. “Empowered. Bold. Turned on as hell!” He sucked hard on his stogie, and inhaled deeply, saying nothing. Instead of exhaling the smoke, he grabbed my face and shotgunned it into me with a kiss. “Then you were ready.” His breath was hot and dry, and my own cock reawakened at this. I realized I hadn't got off myself, no last neg load, but... maybe I didn't need it? His tone went lower, and he continued, “But if you decide that you’re NOT, you can go to the clinic in the next couple days, and reverse it.” He leaned back on the couch, and propped his left leg upon his right knee. “But I don’t think you will.” Another draw on the cigar. He was serious. He actually came off his meds to poz me. In total conflict with his message for his leather title, he went against his public standards and spread the bug just because his friend asked him to. So I brought it up. “What about your platform? That speech you recited at Mr World Leather about protecting others from the bug?” He practically dismissed the question, saying, “Well, nobody’s perfect.” His hypocrisy actually didn’t bother me. I had what I wanted, and he obliged. He committed fully to the part, and while it wasn’t precisely what I envisioned, the overall result was better and more fun. Better him than some random bathhouse fuck, and that massive dick made it worth it. Another guy might not have been so kind to me, or put in as much variety. And now I knew I could handle it. “You did really well. And I’ll be here if you need help through the conversion,” he said. “But for now, let’s get you cleaned up.” He stubbed out the cigar; I did likewise. We rose from the couch, and he guided me upstairs carefully, completely forgetting our clothes. Rick and I climbed the stairs and went into his bathroom. The place was spotlessly white. I wish I could say the same for my ruined butthole. “Stand in the tub and face the back wall,” he said kindly. I did as requested, and placed my hands on the wall for support. “You’re not going to start rimming me, are you?” Didn’t want this dude felching out the load or drinking my blood. That would be too much. “Naw, we’re just gonna have a look at your gape,” he said, getting down to his knees to see. He probed gently with a finger, and silently inspected. “Yep, it’s in there, all right,” he finally announced. “And it looks like the bleeding stopped.” I turned round to face him. “The tear is actually very small.” He put both his hands on my shoulders, and faced me head on. I dropped my head and gaze in submission. “Look at me, Steve.” I raised my head and suddenly felt shame. “Are you okay?” I blinked once, maybe twice. “Yeah, I will be.” He looked satisfied. “Okay. But remember -- you asked for it!!”

Quinn I belong to Jason now. I'm not sure what that mean but I know I'm scared. I've spent these month's fighting how I feel about Jason, not knowing if he was straight or gay or even if he was gay if he'd like me that way. He's always treated my like a little brother or a son. Always taking care of me and watching out for me. I've felt so secure when around him. I've been so lonely all my life. My mother was never really there for me. Of course she fed me, gave me a place to stay but that was only so that she could sell me for someone else's pleasure. She never cared what they did to me as long as no permanent marks where left and that they used a condom. I was a as much a meal ticket <or drug ticket depending on how you look at it> for her as she used to be for me. I've always been so frightened of being sick. Whenever I got sick I had to deal with her. "You made sure they used a condom. You made sure to only use the condoms your brought, you didn't take your off of them so they could tear it did you." Questions and accusations and then the trips to the Dr's with her telling them that I let some strange man have his way with me and need medication so not to get sick. She would so embarrass and humiliate me. And the looks from the Dr.'s and nurse's ranging from pity to disgust. Being sick was always so traumatic even if was just a cold and I shudder at the thought of the times I got the flu. Now here I am, my legs wrapped around a man I've come to love and he's probably infected me with hiv. He's pumped three loads into me, which he's admitted, are full of the virus. I'm scared but he says he'll take care of me. Of course I've heard all that before. "John's" away's say that, its part of their fantasy. You learn quick to understand that what men say before, during and right after sex are only things they feel you want to hear. They never mean them. But Jason is different, Oh god I hope he's different. I feel like I've been lost, and then found and then lost again. I have no clue which end is up. I know I love him but does he really feel that way about me. I'm just the son of the local whore. I've been told countless times I'll never amount to anything. The only person that hasn't told me that has his body curled around me with this dick twitching toxic cum into my ass. I don't know what to do so I just lay there and I feel the hot tears rolling down my face. I don't even know if their tears of joy, fear or what I just let them come and try not to think about it any more. "Hey baby" Jason's voice is in my ear, "how about we take a shower, get ourselves all cleaned up and head back to bed. We can sort this all out in the morning ok love?" He just said he loved me. No he didn't he just called me love I tell myself, its just a term that men use to make you feel better, its just something they say. I can't afford to hope yet, its to soon after sex to believe it might mean something. Jason stands up and pulls out of me "OH" it hurts a little and when we both look down we can both see there a bit of blood, not a lot but its enough for things to sink in again. But I'm to tired to panic I just let the tears roll down my face and resign myself to fate. "Come here baby, its going to be ok, I promise." Jason take my face into his hands and gently pulls me off the counter and then leans over and starts to kiss my tears. I close my eyes and lean into them taking comfort in the here and now. He puts his an arm around me and pulls me towards a huge shower, its even got a bench across from where the shower sprays out. I'm pulled into the shower and he sets me on the bench as he turns and starts the water. He fiddles with the nobs for a few seconds getting the temperature just right and then hits the lever for the spray. The showers so big that the spray only hits my feet and I just watch it sprinkle my toes as I wiggle them a little. He turns back to me and kneels in front of me. The water is splattering across is back and over his shoulders making tiny streams and rivulets across his chest. His hand reaches out and he pulls my chin up to look him in the eyes. "Baby I know what others have said to you and I think I now what your thinking but I am NOT like those other people. When I say I'll take care of you I mean it. When I said we needed to get this sorted out in the morning what I meant to say we need to go get your stuff and move you in." I can't believe what I'm hearing and I can't help it, I can't contain it any longer, and I feel hope and, oh my god, happiness filling my chest. The smile on my face obviously confirms to Jason that he knew what was going on in my mind. He smiles back at me and stands up pulling me with him and turns me around so that I'm now the one under the water. He pulls me into a huge hug with one arm while turning the shower head down with the other so that I'm not going to drown in the spray. I lean my head back and look up at him. "Jason I think I've in love with you." I can't help but say in a whisper. "Yeah your just saying that so I'll give you a place to stay" but he winks at me letting me know that its just a joke and then he leans forward and kissing my forehead. He whispers back to me "Baby I know I'm in love with you". He reaches over my head and grabs the shampoo, stepping back a little he pours some into his hand. I reach for the bottle and he pulls it away. "Ahh ahh ah, I get to do this." He rubs the shampoo between his hands and then running his fingers through my hair with just enough force to tilt my head back he starts to massage and wash my hair. This man is so amazing I can't help but think to myself. He takes his time and rubs the lather down my around my shoulders and across my chest. Its so intimate and so sensual that I can't help but start to get hard again. I've just cum three times in less then an hour there's no way I can do four but it just feels so good and so right I can't help it. He slides on hand to the middle of my lower back and with this other hand he tilts my head back and my body with it and rises my hair, just as the last of the suds is being washed away he leans forward and cover's my lips with his own. I let me hands come up around his waist and kiss him back, my erection raises up to slide under his balls. "Hmm baby I'd love to do something with that but I think we're both a bit strung out for a round four." He grins at me and I just nod in agreement I really am to tired and overwhelmed at the moment but it sure feels good. He grabs the bar of soap and starts to wash his own chest. I use my fingers to make little design's across his chest in the lather. His chest is so smooth and its funny he's got like 5 hairs around one nipple but none anywhere else. I'm taking it all in this one moment to remember since I have no idea what's going to happen tomorrow. But for right now I'm happy and I just want to live and enjoy this moment in a shower with a man that I love and says that he loves me back. He turns us around so that he's under the water and turns his back to me to me rinsing his chest off. I put my arms around him and lean into his back. I plant little kisses between his shoulder blades and my erection peaks though his thighs. Jason squeezes them together making me gasp. He finishes rinsing and turns the shower off. He slides the shower door open and grabs the towels off the rack and tosses one over his shoulder while take the other one and rubbing my chest with it. I take it from him. "This I can do" I can't help but grin a little bit. "OH fine" is his response sounding so dejected it makes me giggle. He steps out of the shower and I follow him into the bedroom. He starts to climb into bed and I head for the couch. "AHEM! Where are you going? You hungry or something" "I was just headed back to bed my bed." "YOUR bed, actually let me correct that OUR bed is right here, unless you'd rather sleep alone? I was kind of hoping that you'd actually want to be with me not just live with me. If you'd prefer to think about it first that's fine. Your don't have to and my offer still stands. You can stay here and I'll take care of you till you get through school and figure out what you want to do and I'll do what ever you need to get your life organized but I'd be lying if I didn't say I'd rather your plans included me." I can't help myself I'm feeling just a tad ornery suddenly and I look at him and say kind of dead pan "No I really don't need to think about it" and I walk to the door. "Some more Cesar salad before I get into OUR bed would be perfect." "SNAP!" as his towel strikes my butt. Damn the man can move fast good thing I had my towel wrapped around me. "You'll pay for that" he grins "Promise" I grin back "Yep" and then I'm running for the kitchen with a mad man right behind me.