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**Part 2** After much discussion we agreed to meet at David's flat one week later. He had convinced me that he knew exactly what he was getting into and was fully aware of the implications it would have on the rest of his life and that he wanted it so badly that if I refused to be his donor he would just find someone, anyone else, to convert him. My scepticism about being his gifter had largely diminished during our meeting at the café. Actually 'scepticism' might be to stronger word. I just wanted to be sure he wasn't under any illusion as to what the possible outcome would be and that, as far as possible, he would have no regrets. At that time I had only been positive for less than a year myself. So far, I had absolutely no regrets. I had met several other poz guys and had some best uninhibited sex of my life. I had become equally versatile and enjoyed being a top as much as I had always enjoyed being a bottom. I hadn't even considered going on medication and would abstain from doing so as long as possible. One of the guys I'd seen a few times, Mike, had been diagnosed six years prior to myself. He looked slightly wasted to me but, said he had always been skinny and underweight. I loved our sessions together. He was completely versatile and we would spend whole weekends at his place just fucking each other. I would come away feeling completely drained of cum, energy and even desire, at least for a day or so. His tall, skinny build would lead anyone to believe he wasn't very well endowed, which couldn't have been further from the truth. His cock was eight inches of thick man meat. He was slightly younger than me and not particularly handsome, but that cock was absolutely beautiful. The shaft was thick enough but the domed head was gargantuan and looked slightly out of proportion to the shaft. When I had started conversing with Dave and it looked like he was a genuine prospect for converting I had told Mike. He told me just to be really careful how I handled the situation. Not to try and persuade him either way, just tell him all the facts and let him make his own informed decision. Otherwise, I could be accused of manipulating him or coercing him if he later regretted going through with it. I arrived at David's flat at just after eight PM on that Friday evening. I'd told him to make sure he was clean inside and out and had used a douch a few times to make sure, so there wasn't any barrier for the skin of my cock to be in physical contact with the walls of his arse. He was wearing a thin dressing gown and his hair was still wet from the shower. The material of the of the robe clung to his body. Having opened the front door he turned around and I could see his the outline of his bubble butt as he walked into the hallway. I pushed the front door closed. He lead me along the hall and into a sparsely furnished bedroom with a large bed, a wardrobe and a small chest of drawers. He turned towards me and I could immediately see how nervous he was. He was physically shaking. I told him to relax, that he was under no pressure if he wanted to back out and we could just have a coffee and I could go. Even before I'd finished speaking he told me that, no, he wanted it more than ever. He wanted me to poz him tonight. That he was just so excited a full of adrenaline at the prospect of me breeding him. I smiled and said okay, if your sure. I put my hands on his shoulders and pulled him towards me. He put his mouth to mine and his tongue in my mouth as we kissed. I slid my hands down the contours of his body to his hips. He was well muscled and firm, not an inch of softness anywhere on him. I reached around and with my hands on his buttocks pulled his hips toward me. I was already hard which was evident to him even through my tight jeans. I could feel that he had the beginnings of an erection through the soft robe against my own fully hard cock. God he felt good, he smelled good to. While we stood kissing I pulled open his dressing gown and slid my hands inside it, feeling his young flesh for the first time. He was soft and warm. I felt for his cock. He was hard now, uncut his foreskin still covering the head. There was a little pre cum leaking from the end and he gasped as I pushed his foreskin back along the shaft to reveal the domed end and rubbed a finger over the glands of his cock stimulating more pre-cum to flow. I pushed the robe from his shoulders and it fell to the floor by his feet. He was completely naked now. He had a perfect physique. Not like some muscle bound freak, but toned. His cock pointed up towards me and it was dripping copious amounts of fluid back along his shaft and over his hairy balls. I reached for his shoulders and turned him away from me. His young arse was taught with downy dark hair on his buttocks. I caressed his arse cheeks. Pulled them slightly apart. He shivered slightly and said he wanted me inside him. I told him to lay down on the bed and slowly got undressed. He was laying on his back watching me. I removed my shoes, then my jeans followed by my t-shirt and stood there in my pants. I had started to leak a little and the front of them had a wet patch. He gasped and said "Please give it to me. I want you to fuck, me poz me, please do it now. However, I was in no rush. I just said "Suck me" He got off the bed, got on his knees and was on me greedily within seconds. I asked if he liked the taste of my poz pre-cum to which he murmured something enthusiastically. I shoved my cock down his throat and held it there for a few seconds then allowed him to breath before plunging it back into his throat. I held it there slightly longer than the first time before letting him up for air. The third time I held it even longer until he began to gag and I could feel the muscles in his throat squeezing my the glands of my cock. I pulled my cock out and it was covered in the thick fluid from his gagging throat. He was still taking large gulps of air as I pushed him back on the bed face down. I pulled apart his arse cheeks. I was really horny now. I wanted to see his hole. The hole I was going to fuck, to breed, to rip apart and infect with my poz babies very soon. His hole was hairy. I pulled his buttocks apart even further to reveal his pink hole. He'd told me he had been fucked alot but, always with a condom, even though he'd begged to fucked bareback. To me his hole looked brand new. Like it had never been used. I slid my tongue along his crack and pushed the tip into him. He tasted clean. He moaned a little and begged me to fuck him. Soon enough I thought as I gently pushed the thumb of my right hand into his hole. Boy, was he tight. I saw a droplet of sweat run down his back and into the valley of his arse. I removed my thumb and replaced it with my tongue tasting the salty droplet as it reached his hole. My cock was seriously dripping now and I couldn't wait any longer. David was begging me to breed him and it would have been cruel to make him wait any longer. We'd discussed in depth how he wanted it and I wasn't about to disappoint him. I moved in behind him and placed the tip of my cock on the edge of his arse. Even though he was begging me I asked him if was sure. I heard the first syllable of yes but before he could complete the word I forced my cock in him. His hands were on a pillow and his fingers grabbed it as he cried out. I rammed my cock in him up to the hilt half a dozen times and left it there while his hole became accustomed to me being inside him. His hole felt fantastic. His sphincter seems to be caressing my cock, pulling me deeper inside him. He was sobbing now but didn't ask me to remove myself. After a minute or so I started to move my cock in him. Not really fucking him, just gently stretching him. A few more minutes and I took my cock out. The desired effect had been accomplished. There was blood on my cock. He turned over, looked at the blood on my cock and smiled. He looked at me and said "It's time" I just nodded opened his legs and inserted my cock into his hole. He was really excited now. His hands reaching round my arse and pulling me into him. His hole was still fairly tight, even deep within him the walls of his are seemed to be gripping the head of my cock. He was shouting now still begging me to give him my poz load. I was pumping him as hard as I could, trying not to cum to quickly. Sweat was pouring out of me and I was breathing heavily as I continued to fuck him. I could feel the pressure in my cock building. I wouldn't be able to hold off too much longer. My head was spinning. I was actually going to ejaculate my poz sperm into this neg guy and he wanted it, was desperate to have it. This is it, I couldn't hold it any longer. I shot my load into him. I don't think I've ever cum so much. It seemed to be pouring out of me. Spurt after spurt. It felt like my hole body was being forced out of my cock. Dave was shouting "Yes, yes, yes. Thank you, Thank you" I collapsed on top of him. He held my head and were kissing passionately. He had had his legs around me, desperate to keep me inside him for as long as possible. After ten minutes or so I got off of him and surveyed the damage. It was only now that I realised he had cum while I was fucking him. There was a large pool of cum on his stomach and in his belly button. He told me he had cum almost exactly at the same time as me. There was quite alot of blood and sperm on the sheets. David saw this to and smiled. Knowing there was a very good chance I had given him the gift. I hope it's all he hopes it will be. He's going to keep in touch and is desperate to meet my poz buddies for a recharge.

Was horny as fuck last night. Got on to Grindr and hit up a bottom not too far away. He was younger and horny like me. We got chatting and arranged for him to be waiting for me ass up on his bed. I was about to head off when he asked if I'd wear a rubber. I said "No" He then asked if I'd pull out of his ass before I shot my load. Again I refused and told him I wanted to breed him. With that he said "I don't think that works for me" and we ended the chat. About an hour later I hadn't found anything and the first guy hit me up - he musta been well horny, he said "ok, you can fuck me raw and cum in me" I agreed and headed over to his place. True to his word he was on all 4s, ass up on his bed. Stocky hairy cub with a beaut ass. I stood behind him, dropped my jeans, grabbed his waist and shoved my bare cock deep in his ass. I gave him loads bareback verbal as I was fucking him "your bare ass feels great, it's better raw, ain't it, I'm gunna load you deep, aww fuck, I'm, gunna cum, yeah you want this, I'm breeding ya now." I pumped my seed in him, pulled up my jeans and left. I totally loved that he submitted to my raw cock and took his breeding.

Almost half a year ago, I was once again horny as hell without end, I roamed the internet looking for a hot date with a fuck stud. After looking for some time, I came across an ad on homo.net that made me curious. So an email was sent directly to the stallion with a few hot pictures of me. Let's see what will happen. Since the stallion was only looking for a tabooless mare for tomorrow, Friday, I didn't expect a quick answer. But then I was wrong. After a few minutes, the reply email came and what I then saw in pictures and read in the text made me willingly melt away. After a few e-mails, the date was set up pretty quickly. I was supposed to appear at his place in Bergheim the next evening, dressed only in leather cuffs and a collar (still hidden under jeans and a sweater up to his apartment). I should lock my cock away in a CB2000, since neither of us had intended for me to cum (I really like being used without being allowed to come myself). The date was supposed to last until Sunday evening and if he felt like it, he could order other studs who could then use me just like him. He promised me plenty of PP and me under chems. to set and use (I had no experience so far). We both agreed not to babble around, but to get started and get started right away. The hours until the data then only passed in slow motion, but finally the time had come. I rang his bell on time and as soon as I was in his apartment I undressed. I gave him the key for the chastity clamp, he carelessly threw it in the corner and then devoured my hot fucker with his eyes. He had opened the door for me, completely naked, with his cock extended hard and tense. His strap was already ready to fuck with a condom. He grabbed me, pinned me to the floor, ass up and my hands were tied behind my back. He immediately went to my cunt and drove his 20 * 5 cm into me. I groaned properly because he used me hard right away, but he then told me that I would only get PP after a first break-in. After about 10 minutes he held a PP-soaked cotton ball directly in front of my nose for the first time and it only took a few seconds until I took off completely!! I felt how he pushed me more and more violently and harder and I knew he would soon satisfy his first lust. I spurred him on by moaning to him that he should shoot his entire load into me. Immediately after that there was a pause. What happened now? He withdrew from me. Then he rammed his cock back into me with full force. He leaned forward and said that he really wasn't wrong about me. He finds it cool to deposit his pozcum in a neg mare Before I understood what was going on, he threw the removed condom on the floor in front of me. Still high on PP, I slowly understood that he must have misunderstood my cheering. But before I could (want to) clear up the error, he twitched inside me and after one last hard, deep thrust, he filled me with his cum!!! When I wanted to start my clarification campaign, he put a mask on me, the filter was decent impregnated with PP. (I think he knew exactly what I meant at the time, but he didn't want to). Thanks to the PP, I didn't want to clarify anything at first, my stallion would certainly not have cared either!! Now I was pulled up and led into his playroom as high as I was. I was quickly strapped onto his sling, now there was no escape for me. He picked up the phone, made a few calls, and then came back to me. He finally pulled my mask off, but gave me a pill in my mouth and something to drink to swallow it. Then he looked deep into my eyes and just said his fuck buddies, all without exception poz, were looking forward to using, filling and pozzing my cunt, which will definitely be the last time neg. Was it the PP or the tablet or my horniness, I couldn't answer him the way my head actually wanted, no, my cunt "ordered" me to just shut my mouth and just moan horny. He laughed and drove his cock right back into my hole. I then got so horny and listless that I hadn't noticed that we weren't alone anymore. My fucker was no longer in me when I noticed 4 more hard cocks around me.

We chatted for about three weeks on bbrts before actually meeting for the first time. He had photos on the site and had sent more when I'd asked but, he was much better looking in the flesh. 20 years old, dark brown eyes, olive coloured skin, which looked completely unblemished from the little on show. Almost six feet tall with a slim, fit body. His short dark brown hair was expensively cut and combed away from his very good looking young face. We'd already discussed at length what he wanted but I wanted to meet him in person. Firstly to make sure he was genuine and not just another flake who wanks himself off while fantasising and to make sure he knew what he was really getting into. The coffee shop where we'd made arrangements to meet was fairly large and spacious. It was almost three in the afternoon so the lunch crowd had long gone. There was only an elderly couple and a small group of young mums killing time before the school pick up. Dave was a little nervous I could tell. He kept looking away to make sure no one was approaching or listening in to our conversation. Had we not met for the reason intended he was the sort of young guy I would look at and imagine what he looked like naked, think I'd like to have sex with but, know I wouldn't stand a chance with in normal circumstances. Why would a twenty year old kid even notice a fifty year old greying, bespectacled guy who was past his best physically. But, these weren't normal circumstances. We'd met to discuss me breeding him. His overwhelming desire, so he told me for me to fertilize him, impregnate him, knowingly infect him, poz him. I had known these desires myself. They had been so strong and dominated me for so long, that I to had gone in search of someone to give me their infected seed. I remember my conversion so vividly. My desire, fear, apprehension. The guys face, his eyes, seemingly, staring into my very soul. The sweat dripping off his fat reddened face and his fat stinking body as he plowed my arse with his large cut cock. I remember the pain and how sore my hole was as he rammed himself into me without any lubricant. He fucked me hard for at least forty minutes. His cock tearing at the soft internal flesh and large balls slapping on my arse. As painful as it was I never asked him to stop or slow down as I wanted his toxic sperm so badly. I didn't think he would ever manage to cum but eventually he began grunting, his eyes wild looking and his face even redder. I closed my eyes and had a mental image of his cock sliding inside me back and forth, in and out. Suddenly he shouted 'Yes' and thrust himself into me hard and deep, up to the hilt. I could feel his body convulsing, his cock pumping his seed into me. In my mind's eye I could see his cock, now deeper than before inside me, pumping a large creamy stream of thick positive cum up inside me. I could see individual sperm swimming, looking to fertilize me, make me pregnant. Suddenly my breeder collapsed on top of me. We were both sweating profusely. He stank but I loved the smell. His tongue found my mouth. His breath smelt as well and loved that to. I wanted to remember every detail of this fuck. I knew it had changed my life forever. As I sat at the table looking at this handsome young man, remembering my own conversion, I knew I would change his life forever to. I could feel my cock begining to swell in anticipation. I wanted to take him, fuck him and give him my babies. **To be continued**

21. Steven moved Blake out of the way and started to run his fingers around the base of the plug. He was trying to work them inside me too. Slowly he pressed his lube slick fingers in, pulling my hole open around the plug. I groaned as one slipped in. It felt impossible that I was this open but all the abuse had made it possible. My hole just gave way to the new assault and soon Steven had two fingers slipping in and out of me next to the plug. They had been serious about destroying me. Then he was pulling the plug out of me. I felt empty as the snake like toy fell from my hole. I could tell that I was open and gaped. Mercifully though I was not empty long. Steve’s fingers quickly returned to my hole. He easily slid four fingers inside me, twisting them around. He splayed them, pushing the edges of my hole further apart still. Two fingers from his other hand slipped in next to his twisting fingers. I moaned as he pulled me open. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Blake still naked and hard with a phone in his hand recording Steve working my ass open. He grinned when he realized I had seen him. “Focus on me,” Steve said, and started to push a single spear shaped hand into my hole. I took a deep breath. Steve pulled his hand from my hole and then pushed back in, matching my breath. Each time it felt like a little more of his hand slipped in. “We’re at the widest point now, a few more breaths and you’ll have my whole hand in your cunt. You want that don’t you?” “Yes! Please. Fist me.” “Deep breath, and then let it out real slowly.” He relaxed the pressure on my hole, backing his hand off. As I breathed in again he started once more to push, the pressure mounting. I held my breath for a moment, and then very slowly let it out. Then it happened. My hole gave way. The knuckle of his thumb burst inside me, and suddenly he was wrist deep inside me. I was being fisted. Something half way between a scream and a moan burst from my lips as my hole expanded further than ever before. My soft tender guts were not split apart with the rough skin of Steve’s hand. Tight in its cage my cock throbbed and a big thick spurt of cum pumped from out onto my balls. It was the most extraordinary feeling. “Good job, your cunt looks so good wrapped around my wrist.” “Fuck,” was all I could moan back. “I’m going to fuck you now,” Steve said in a calm voice. He pulled his hand back slowly, pulling against the taught muscles of my hole. My body opened around his hand again, and tried unsuccessfully to snap back around his fingers as they slipped out. I could feel myself gape, I knew that my guys were exposed by my slack hole. Then the fingers were back. They once more forced me open. This time it was easier, my body knew what to do. My hole opened around Steve’s invading fingers, spread wide for the knuckle and let his fist inside me once more. Again a guttural sound was forced out of my as my hole was invaded. I shook a little. Steve didn’t pause this time. Slowly and deliberately he pulled his hand from my hole, then at the same pace he forced it back inside me. With each new level of sluttiness or width of stretched there came a moment of being lost, where my whole body, my whole life, seemed to slip away and all that I was was a hole. As Steve’s hand truly began to fuck me, all be it slowly at first, I found myself drifting away. My hole, and his hand were the only important things in the world. I forgot about Blake and the camera, I forgot about the cage on my cock, I forgot about Mike leading me down this path, all I could think about was the hand pushing inside my guts again and again. I was once more a blathering idiot, spewing an incoherent slur of fucks, yes’s, and use mes. Steve was picking up the pace, and Blake was filming the whole thing. He was not shooting over Steve’s shoulder looking down at my trashed hole. As Steve’s pace increased and my hole became more and more slack I felt a pressure building inside me. It wasn’t quite like an orgasm building, but similar. In the put of my stomach a hard mass was forming, pushing down against my guts as they were penetrated and stretched. Yet it wasn’t painful, it was that coming up to the edge of a cliff feeling, that moment where the pleasure tips just to this side of pain, and then, my cock erupted. This time, however, it wasn’t cum. Piss sprayed out of my cock in one long spurt. I tried to stop, tried to cover myself, but Steve stopped me with his free hand. “No, that’s how a bottom like you cums when he’s being fisted,” Steve said, “your body needs it, let it out.” He let go of my hand, and punched his fist into me a few more times. I basically screamed, my body going limp, and spurt after spirt of piss spewed from my cock. Steve and I were both covered when my bladder was finally fucked empty. I was panting, as piss dripped off my body onto Steve’s desk. He didn’t care so neither did I. Slowly, he pulled his hand from my hole with a wet flop. “Fuck, you did so well,” Steve said, leaning forward to kiss me. “That was amazing,” Blake added. “How does your hole feel?” “Fucking destroyed,” I responded. “Your cunt looks so good, gaped and red, with a little drop of cum leaking out of it.” “Thank you Sir.” “Do you think you can take some more?” “What do you have in mind Sir?” “Before your hole starts to tighten up,” he moved to the chair and sat down, “come sit on my cock and we’ll get one more load in you before sending you home.” “Fuck yes,” I said, and got off the desk as quick as my sore legs would let me. I straddled my boss and sat down. It took nothing to slide him inside me, my loose hole opened wide and his thick cock slid in. We both let out an appreciative groan as my warm guts enveloped his hard cock again. Blake was soon behind me, I had guessed this was where it was going, and pressed his cock into me too. The three of us breathed as one, as they fucked me again. I was a rag doll at this point, worn down and tired, my hole stretched wide once more. I was begging them to use me, to pump me full of their cum. They soon both obliged me, and I was once more treated to the sensation of hot sperm being pumped inside my hole. This time, however, I was so slack that it was hard to keep it in. It was worth it though to have experience then destruction they wrought on my hole. That was the end of our day, they helped me up. We got dressed, all kissed at the door, and headed out of the office at just after five. I felt like I couldn’t walk right. I gave up on the train and called a car home. I don’t think I said much of anything to the driver, I was in such a daze the whole way. When I got home Mike was sitting on the couch naked apart from his cage. I stripped at the door, and walked over to where he sat. I straddled his lap, and kissed him deep as a greeting. “What was that for?” He said grinning, his hands holding my bare ass cheeks. “Showing me the way.” “What happened to you today?” “Feel my hole and see if you can guess.” Mike’s hand traveled from my cheeks to my wet abused cunt, and his fingers slipped in. “Fuuuuuck,” he groaned, probing the edges of my gaping hole, “you’re fucking destroyed. Did you get fisted or something.” I kissed him again, “By my boss.” “Jesus, I love the new you.” “Me too,” I paused, “I don’t want my key back. I don’t need to wait till the end of the week. I want to be like this forever.” “I guessed that would be your decision.” Now it was his turn to kiss me. “Come on pig, I’m going to open you back up and fist you myself.” This is where our story ends - at least for now. I hope you all enjoyed and I'm happy to have inspired a few of you to dust off your cages and lock up. Remember, there is freedom in giving up your cock and becoming a hole - give in.

Just once. Was living in Cleveland and it was close to closing time. He and I were the only ones in the store. He was a black guy, maybe 28 years old and I was probably 32 at the time. He saw me wondering around and he told me it was only me and him. in the store and he was getting ready to close. I wondered around a little to not be so obvious I was cruising and then I started to head toward the door. He said "you looking to suck some dick, cuz I can close and you can suck mine." I responded "yeah, was seeing whats up". He said "let me close the store" and he walked around changed the sign to close and locked the door. He had me follow him to the back room and I sucked him off and swallowed his load. After that he told me to stop by anytime he was getting ready to close and I did a few more times after that.

Brian held Wyatt tight against him all night long. The two had started a routine and in the morning, Brian woke up and showered, getting ready for his work day. Wyatt had a more leisurely day planned, cleaning up the cabin and cooking dinner for his new husband. Brian left and Wyatt had to go to the clinic for the last of his shots. This shot was developed to help straight boys like Wyatt form a bond with the man who seeded them. The two would form a bond through the DNA of the man who bred him. Wyatt was explained the process and he really liked that he was falling in love with Brian. He cleaned up and headed to the clinic. He saw a few of the other boys from school there as well getting their shots. The shot was administered and Wyatt started walking back to their cabin, deep in his thoughts about when Brian came home after his ten hour shift in the mines. He didn't notice the two men following him as he was deciding on what to cook tonight. While Wyatt didn't notice the men, they sure noticed him. They were both big muscular men and like Brian, fully tatted. They walked at a faster pace and were quickly on either side of Wyatt. One of the men was black and the other middle eastern. The black guy asked Wyatt if he had a light for his cigarette. Wyatt had gotten into the habit of carrying a lighter for Brian. He reached into his pockets and that's when both men quickly jumped him and quickly subdued him. He was certainly match for the two bigger men. They half dragged half carried the frightened boy off the street and through the thick woods nearby. They had accomplished that without drawing attention to the whole thing. After a while, they arrived at another cabin that looked very similar to the one he shared with Brian. They pushed him through the door and leered at him. Wyatt recognized the look and was very afraid. "What do you guys want from me " he asked meekly. "Nothing that you aren't already giving to Brian " the black man said. Wyatt defiantly said that he belonged to Brian. He was already bonding to Brian. The middle eastern guy spat at Wyatt and said they had been waiting longer than Brian and that they felt robbed of their opportunity to get their own bitch. Wyatt was going to belong to them. Wyatt pleaded with them not to do this and that he was sure Brian would search for him. There was really no place in the cabin where they could hide him. They both grinned at this point and told him that's where he was dead wrong. The black man pulled the area rug up and a trap door was hidden under it. He opened the door up and dragged Wyatt down. He turned on the light and Wyatt could see that they had dug a basement under their cabin and it was equipped with a sling and a cage. Welcome to your new home boy he sneered. He pulled out a large knife and Wyatt thought he was going to cut him up right there. He didn't, instead he cut off every stitch of clothes Wyatt had on. Wyatt tried to cover himself with his hands and both men laughed. No need to be shy boy, we are going to get to know each other very intimately. Both men grabbed Wyatt and put him into the sling. He wrists were bound as were his ankles. He felt completely exposed and vulnerable. The men then started to undress themselves.

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People - Read the question. The OP is asking for comment from Sadists, NOT from masochists wanting to gush about how much they want a Sadist to hurt them. To the OP: Although I am not myself a Sadist, I was owned and trained by one for six years, and believe I can reliably speak to your question on his behalf to an extent. His practices on me were exclusively sexual in nature, sometimes overtly, sometimes subtly, but always demonstrating his access to my intimate, vulnerable center. He delighted in things that reached deep inside me where he couldn’t physically reach, like electro, or deep sounding with irritating lubes, or CBT that ached rather than stung. He spent long amounts of time stretching out tortures so that he could enjoy watching my face and the reactions in my body as he gradually flattened my balls in a press, or whipped my cock with a thin cane or used a device to slowly drive a foot-long dildo up my ass. One of his favorite pastimes was needles, which he used on my cock, and ultimately through each of my nuts. But the thing that he seemed to most relish was his efforts at shaping my mind to his will, which is what all of his sexual torture of me was aimed at. His ultimate goal was to debase me into a being so sexually submissive to men that any man could manipulate me intimately at will. He focused his effort at last on being able to force me to have a dry orgasm whenever he said “Cum”. He succeeded completely, and would say it sometimes 20 times in quick succession, until I was begging him in tears not to make me cum again. And then he would, because he could. By the end, he told me simply, “Your sex is public property.” He proved it by letting other people fuck me, and torture me sexually in public demonstrations. The thing was, though, and this one thing I cannot properly explain about his Sadism, is that he himself, over all that time, only fucked me three times; it may be that each of those times was only to cement a sense of his control in my mind, not because he was satisfying a sexual desire of his own. In that sense, he was a pure Sadist, who took pleasure not just in my suffering, but through the exquisite suffering that he could only achieve by his wholesale, thorough, systematic deconstruction of my intimate sex. And he took pleasure in that suffering for its own sake. He could be as kind as he was mercilessly cruel, and he was brilliant. I have never met anyone else like him.

…. without pause, Billy walked over to the desk and grabbed the ice bucket walking to the bathroom. I followed behind him taking in his small hairless body, breathing in the stench, my brain already working furiously, contemplating the sex that was to be had. For a man of his size, Billy had a big flaccid uncut cock, that he held as he began to fill the bucket with his highly charged, dark yellow chem piss. In no time at all the bucket was filled, and without hesitation I got on my knees and moved his cock into my mouth and began to guzzle what was left in his bladder. It was crude for sure and I was choking on it but I drank it anyway and we set the piss bucket on the floor. “Dam, Mr. insurance man, looks like you’re as big a pig as me,” Billy chuckled, “and I’m the biggest pig I know.” I was so fucked up and furiously turned on, pulling back his foreskin, god this was rude, but all I could do was cockslobber and deep throat his ever swelling dirty dick. Billy pulled his dripping cock out of my throat, walked back into the room and came back to the bathroom with the box of toys that he had rescued. He dumped the entire box into the bathtub and I just sat there on the cold wet tile, panting, and staring at all the devices to make our pig sex significant. Billy turned on the tub, got down on his knees, and begin washing off the mud from his toy collection. Without thinking about it I got down behind him, pulled his ass cheeks wide apart and began eating his ass out for all I was worth. It was just horrible, but spun as I was I didn’t care, the animal in me was roaring. Billy kept moaning and groaning and finally I came up for air, his reek and musk throughly impregnating me now. “I wanna eat you some now,” Billy suggested. As twisted as I was, I was a bit hesitant. Many years on the road had given me a real case of “roids” and I didn’t think any man would want to go down on that. Besides, I hadn’t exactly had time to clean out and prepare to bottom. I explained this to Billy, who of course just laughed and said “let me be the judge of that.” Oh my God was I really going to let this happen? Well fuck yeah I figured why not and we switched places, me looking at all the wet toys in the tub, while Billy gave me the rimming of a lifetime, my cock so hard and full of desire. Not being into full on scat, it was fortunate that I spied a big red bag, hose and nozzle still intact laying there in the bathtub. When Billy came up for air I suggested that we use it to clean ourselves out, at least a bit so that we could get up in each other‘s ass - full on. Billy didn’t care in the least but was agreeable, and so we filled the bag and I took the first turn, holding in the full volume and then sitting on the toilet and letting it go. All the while Billy was between my legs sucking my dick. It was so nasty it was so perverted I was so spun and so in lust. Then we switched. Billy took the whole bag in a heartbeat, sat down on the throne to release it, and in the ultimate trill of insanity I deep throated his cock, as he leaked t-piss down my throat. When I thought that we couldn’t get anymore high and turned on, Billy suggested that we each take a cup of T-piss and bump it and so we did. Only this time, instead of shitting it out down the hatch, first Billy and then I took turns squatting in the tub, the other backing up to our faces and pushing our noxious fluids into each other’s mouths. I was officially crushed, sweating furiously, breathing the stink deeply and so mindlessly hard and ready for the real play to begin. And so, by the looks of it, was Billy. As we got on with the business of having pure unfiltered animal sex, lasting all through the night, I kept reminding myself that there were many visits to come, delivering insurance proceeds, checking on progress and having as much of this pig party as I could handle. Billy, the trailer park trash of my dreams, became my whole reality.

Part 1 - I love Scorpios “Julius, your test was reactive. You are HIV positive.” My mouth gaped at the news. This couldn’t be right! I was on PrEP. Although, I guess I was pretty forgetful about taking it. But I always used protection when I bottomed. Well, except for that time with those hunky daddies in the gym shower, and that time with that big-dicked Latino while I was on a run in the park, and that time I blacked out at the club and then shat out a lot of cum the next morning, and that time with… Holy shit! I’m a fucking cumwhore, I realized. Those were just some of my raw fucks in the last month. I don’t even know any of these guys’ names, much less their statuses. I was definitely in shock after learning I was positive, but I felt a weight lifted off of me. Ever since I lost my virginity in my teens, I’d had this constant worry about catching HIV. But I was 23, and I knew it wasn’t a death sentence. If anything, it could open doors in my own personal sexual liberation and exploration. I just had to wrap my mind around it first. I was a healthy young guy with light olive skin and shiny brown hair. I was the skinny 6’2” tall kid throughout high school, but then I started going to the gym five days a week in my second year of college. You could tell! Broad shoulders, strong quads, a tight muscled ass, with a hidden six-pack that would eventually come in once I learned how to diet. I loved bottoming and throating cock. I also loved to top with my thick cut 8-inch dick. When I got home, I made dinner and then stowed away in my room to avoid having to tell my roommate about my day. I did some research on living life with HIV. I learned more about the meds I got and how to reduce risk of transmission. Then I started reading about the poz sub-culture. When I saw that scorpion tattoos indicate a guy is poz and often unmedicated, I remembered that big-dicked Latino in the park. It was early morning and still dark out, and I had just run up the hill at Dolores Park in San Francisco. I was leaning over the back of a bench to catch my breath. My running shorts were riding up, practically exposing my ass. I saw a 5’10” fit Latino guy in his 30s coming up behind me. I’ll call him Nico, because I never found out his name. Nico had probably been cruising along the tracks next to the park. He firmly grabbed my hips from behind and humped his groin against my ass. I could feel he was packing, and I was very curious. I turned around to see this man. Nico had a gorgeous chiseled jawline and a piercing on his eyebrow. I knew the cruising drill, so I got down on my knees and pulled the front of his gym shorts down to reveal a thick 10 inch uncut cock, oozing very thick precum. I lapped up his juices and worked my tongue all over his giant meat before he grabbed the back of my head and shoved it down my throat. He throat-fucked me for a few minutes before I lost my composure and started gagging. While I pulled off and coughed to the side, he unzipped his jacket to reveal his stacked abs above a scorpion tattoo with a stinger directed at his massive cock. I was so turned on. I loved abs and I loved Scorpios, so, to show my appreciation, I licked his tat and up his abs until I was on my feet, turned around and bent over. Nico fondled my lightly hairy ass which was still a bit sweaty from my run. Then he tugged down the back of my shorts, grabbed my waist, and placed the head of his cock at my hole. Without any preparation, he immediately and aggressively shoved half of his thick, massive cock into my hole. Luckily, I caught myself before shrieking. Nico didn’t seem to notice or he didn’t care, because again he shoved his dick deeper until I could feel his balls slap against mine. With that, he pounded my hole, repeatedly pulling his dick out to the head and jabbing it back in. I moved my hand from the bench to my mouth to suffocate my yelps. Finally, my body began to adjust, and I could feel his cock pounding my prostate. My yelps turned to moans. I moved my hand back to the bench and exhaled, “Fuuuck. Pound my pussy.” Nico spoke up in a husky voice. “It’s my pussy.” I reached my hand beneath me to feel his cock sliding in and out of my, excuse me, his pussy. I felt owned and simultaneously wild. I looked out at the city view in front of us and almost instinctively moaned, “Breed me Daddy.” This must have turned him on, because he increased his pace. I could feel his cock swell against my prostate and his body tense up. “Seed your pussy!” I exclaimed. Nico thrust his hips forward and pulled my hips farther back, almost merging our bodies. His massive cock erupted ropes and ropes of cum into my bowels. The jerking of his cock with each squirt triggered my prostate and my own cock exploded in the front of my running shorts. The sun was beginning to peak above the East Bay hills as he slowly ejected his cock. “Mmmm no way you’re not pregnant with my babies bitch,” Nico smiled. “I haven’t cum in a week. You’re full of my boys. Don’t let them leak out.” “I won’t. I promise.” He pulled up his shorts and zipped up his sweater. As a parting goodbye, he poked his middle finger up my well-used hole to feel his boys marinating inside me. Maybe he knew they were actively infecting me with his virus. We parted ways. I ran back home with wet spots on the front and back of my running shorts. Any fag I ran by looked at me knowingly and giggled. A few even grabbed their bulges, hoping for sloppy seconds. When I got home, I put in my butt plug and kept his boys in me throughout work. I laid on my bed remembering this awesome experience that I figured was my HIV conversion. I had taken off my clothes and was stroking my cock and fingering my hole, imagining how his boys infiltrated my cells. I was so horny and it was almost midnight. I put on my running shorts and a sweater and jogged over to Dolores, hoping for a reenactment.

You are correct. I used that word once in a post and got the same result. I was surprised, as you mentioned it is simply a descriptor. My kinky fantasies... I love sex in water. Showers, pools, lakes... the bigger the better. My fantasy is to have a threesome or moresome where I am sucking cock underwater while being fucked. One man after another gripping my ass or head, holding me under for their pleasure. Letting me up as they please for that gasp of air before taking me down again. The risk of taking too long to get them off, maybe driving someone so crazy with my mouth he won't let me up until I finish him. The vastness of the body of water we are in heightens the feeling of helplessness which feeds my submissive leanings. Thanks to someone for pointing out I may have posted something here I shouldn't!

Since I asked, I will go first- My biggest turn ONS when seeing a guy’s profile are: - That he’s direct and clear about what he wants (and it coincides with what I want). - That his profile text signals that he is confident without being arrogant or cocky. - That his profile text signals that he is sex positive. - Posts clear pics that show both what he looks like and what sort of pigginess he enjoys. My biggest turn OFFS when seeing a guy’s profile are: - No pics. - That he talks only about what he DOESN’T like, in other words, he speaks in negatives only. - That his profile text suggests that he is sex negative. Usually these are the “straight” guys with a woman who feel deep seated shame about meeting men and consequently treat gay men like they are inferior and just a quick transaction. - That his profile text is overly arrogant and/or aggressive. You know the type- the guy who sounds like he’s looking for a fight more than he is looking to fuck. That type of text suggests small dick energy and even if he does actually have a big dick, most of those types are terrible in bed. - Guys whose profiles are predominantly about partying.

FINALLY I managed to write another chapter for this. Sorry for delay! *** Part 4: Webcam Nothing could be done; I waited some more minutes in the car but hope vanished fast enough: my chaser clearly changed his mind! Something didn't sound right though, why did he call me “Gifter” during our goodbye hug? I was sure, he acted under someone else's influence and I had to find a way to have him back. “Poz load still available”, I typed a message to him; “I’m still here at your house. Unlock the door and let me come over!” “It’s not as it seems”, he texted back; “I want to be converted on my childhood bed. Allow me to decide how to lose my neg status!” He could be free to do whatever with his negativity, true, but it’s mutual: the virus is mine and I decide when, how and if! I got out of my car and walked close enough to the door, just to see and hear it unlock from inside. Entering his house was matter of seconds but I had other plans. “Gimme some minutes!” Then I took control of his social networks: I knew how to break profiles and I pretended to be him with his relatives, friends and co-workers; gradually, his life was going to change thanks to me! Satisfied, I drove home; my revenge had to show its long-term effects but I was aware it could take some time. Blasting my charged load into my official partner was not what I wanted most, but horny as I was it seemed the only solution not to waste it. “Ben, already home?” My boyfriend freaked out; he was resting on the couch and expected me to be away for the whole night. “You were right”, I said hugging him; “that bug chaser, Jeff, was a complete flake! He has forced me to drive him home, leaving me high and dry.” “This is not the way to treat a guy like you”, he smiled kissing me; I didn’t push him away this time and soon enough we were making out on our bed. “Honey, I have an idea”, he smiled. That was a miracle! He returned the sweet and romantic man I knew, before he became jealous of my sexting buddy. He stared at the webcam pointing straight to the bed and grinned even more. “Michael, forget it”, I told him seriously. “I’ll NEVER turn this off! It must stay here! If you want to make peace with me, you accept this camera always directed towards us!” “It will stay”, he assured me; “fuck me and show the asshole you’ve easily replaced him! Show him you want to convert me!” I couldn’t help myself: I remained just a week out of town for the conference, and my boy turned into a complete pig without warning! I quickly took my clothes off, then rolled him on his back. Maybe my viral load was already detectable or not, I had no way to ensure about it but lust was overcoming any rational thinking. Fuck argues, fuck discussions and whatever. Just both of us and our desires! “Poz me”, he begged but pushed me away when I opened the lube bottle. “You’re a tease”, I said spanking him hard; “you know what happens to people behaving like this?” I stared at the cam, then at my phone. “The video is streamed over the Internet right now, say goodbye to your old vanilla life!” “It’s gone already”, he grinned; “go to the bathroom and get my toothbrush! Quick!” He wants it rough? And rough it will be! A brand new toothbrush with hard bristles was lying on the sink’s side and when I reached the bed with the object in my hand, his ass was exposed on the edge to give me more access. “No, not like this”, I suggested. “You’d better stay doggy style with your ass towards the camera.” Before he could change his position, I took a picture of him and sent it to my fan’s Breeding Zone inbox: “your gifter has a good replacement”, I wrote. “You’re no longer my first!” And then another photo with the bloody toothbrush I just extracted from my boy's ass: “these bristles are hard enough to make you bleed too. I shoved it into my guy and he enjoyed it, shame on you that don’t know what you’re missing! Access the link I give you and enjoy!” I closed the web site and guided my boyfriend to the right position: on his back, center of the bed, with webcam recording any single move of ours, faces included. “Tell me what you want, Mike!” I ordered; “tell the world, what you want.” “Fuck me”, he said. “Fill my hole!” His legs were up in the air but I did not enter im yet, despite my dick was already leaking toxic precum. “Say it”, I commanded again, “I want you to say it aloud!” He turned red, conscious of the cam recording us and the computer screen showing the visits counter increasing second after second. “We’re making money on this”, I shouted at the microphone. “Everyone wants to see me pozzing a guy in live streaming! Say it or I’ll punish you!” “Give me your fucking HIV”, he finally screamed looking at the camera. “I crave it, poz me up, Benjamin! Please!” I didn’t need to be told twice: with a single thrust I entered his bleeding ass making him yelp in pain. “Last chance to turn back”, I warned; “my toxic precum is already infecting your insides!” “Turn back? What’s turn back?” A message came from the live stream’s chat but we ignored it; my boy pushed me even deeper despite the pain, so I started pounding him harder and harder. This was an angry fuck, honestly; after some sexless weeks because of my fan’s useless promises my partner and I had to recover the opportunities we missed, although we both knew time and distance had increased chances for my viral load to grow and him to be finally converted. “I am getting close”, I announced pounding his hole faster; he was still bleeding and some drops were staining our sheet. “Take all my poz cum!” I yelled, spewing his insides with my viral cum. I collapsed on him, completely sweaty and spent but with a big smile on my face. The cam was still broadcasting over the Internet, while he thanked me between pantings. I had no time to check notifications during our after sex bliss but I knew my e-mail was full of Breeding Zone’s private message warnings. “Your fan”, my partner whispered after a while. “I saw your tablet! He wants a second chance! Message him!”

This guy wanted to fuck me but kept backing out So today he texted me and wanted to come over Sure but I was expecting another backing out. to my surprise he showed up Great dick All he wanted to go was fuck And that he did He came quickly but shot a big load in me. guess app does work

Brian feasted on the dinner that Wyatt carefully prepared for his man. After Brian ate his fill, he settled in for the evening while Wyatt cleaned up the dinner dishes. When he finished, Brian told him to some sit with him. Brian had taken off his shirt and Wyatt cuddled up against him. Brian asked him about his day at school and Wyatt told him all about it. Wyatt explained that they had taught the boy's how to be better lovers for their men. Brian said he was looking forward to seeing what Wyatt had learned. Wyatt started sucking on Brian's nipples and Brian leaned his head back and enjoyed the stimulation. Wyatt then turned his attention to the big man's armpits. He absolutely loved the scent of sweat and musk of Brian. He rubbed his face all over so he could wear the scent of his man. Brian's cock was straining against his jeans and he stood up and scooped the smaller Wyatt into his arms. "Time for bed boy but I ain't ready to sleep just yet". Brian carried him to the bed and sat him down. Wyatt wasted no time in stripping Brian naked and then got naked himself. Wyatt pushed Brian flat on the bed and told him that tonight he would do the work for Brian to just lay back and enjoy. Wyatt started by again sucking and teasing the leaking cock of Brian. He then climbed up and straddled his guy, lining up his hole ( the instructors called them boy pussies) and then teased by letting it rub against his tight sphincter. He could feel the precum lubing his formerly virgin hole. He would let the glans slightly penetrate and pull off making Brian very horny. After a bit, Brian put his hands on Wyatt's hips and slowly pulled him down onto his rigid shaft. The boy sunk down lower and lower, his eyes closed in a bit of pain but determined to take it all. Finally he felt Brian's balls and full pubes nestled against his ass. They sat like that for a bit, Wyatt feeling the big cock throb and flex inside of him. Brian passed the bottle of poppers to Wyatt and commanded him to take 6 big whiffs. He did and his pussy relaxed. Wyatt then started rocking on the cock in him, the lifting himself up before dropping back down. Brian was lifting Wyatt up more and more and soon was pistoning inside his boy's pussy. Wyatt would shudder each time he felt that big head graze his prostate. Fuck this feels good Wyatt said. His own cock was rock hard too and leaking, pooling on Brian's flat abs. The closer Wyatt got to orgasm, the harder he bounced on that dick. Suddenly Wyatt started almost convulsing as his orgasm hit him. His pussy was convulsing with him and Brian couldn't hold back any longer. He came inside the boy as the boy shot his load all over Brian's chest. They were both sweaty when it subsided and Wyatt dutifully started cleaning up his spunk off Brian and then cleaned up Brian's cock as well. Brian was amazed how far Wyatt had progressed in just a few days. As Brian lit another cigarette, he told Wyatt, " I think you earned an A tonight on your homework". Wyatt beamed at the compliment and snuggled up beside him. "Thank you Sir, I just want to make you happy"

9 Punishment and reward Brad, who had fallen asleep after playing with his ass because his master hadn't come anymore, woke up. He had woken up sober and for the first time since he was in the room, he wasn't upset with his thoughts. Because of the rest he had received yesterday, a kind of acceptance had come over him and a need for it. Acceptance of his situation that he could not change it anyway, he began to feel affection for his master, in need of chems because he had already become addicted to the intoxication and its exciting effect. The thoughts of His body had become accustomed to the use and began to long for it. His thoughts were no longer the things of his past life but they consisted of almost complete sex and especially extreme sex with men. He was still enjoying himself in his bed and was pulling on his stiff morning erection. His other hand went to his cunt and he no longer felt a tense sphincter but a slightly gaping hole. His finger slid in on its own and he started fingering himself while playing with his cock. He withdrew his hand and thought that he had to get ready for should the master come along. He got up and stepped to the place where he had to rinse himself, he also refreshed himself for a moment and when he was done he went back to the bed. Just as he took a seat on the bed, Jack came in. Brad got a warm feeling about himself at the sight of Jack. Get on your knees and put your head down and don't look at me slut jack said in a commanding tone, from now on when I get into the room I want you to greet me like that. Brad was shocked by Jack's hard way of talking and did what was asked of him without hesitation. Jack took some wristbands, ankle straps and a blindfold. He put the wrist and ankle straps on his slut and put the blindfold on him. Brad had to stand up again and Jack saw that this had to excite Brad because he saw that he had a stiff pole. What do we have here slut, are you excited ? Inside Jack was happy with what he saw, it meant that Brad had changed and that his work had paid off but he couldn't let Brad know. This can't be slut, you're not here for your own pleasure, you're here just for my pleasure, Brad had to know his place and that place was not at the top of the chain but at the bottom. He pulled Brad's hair and asked him if he had in the time he had been everything. Brad who was shocked by what happened and by the harshness with which he was treated again lied and said no master I have not sprayed any seed yet. You're lying slut said Jack, I know you've been jerking that you've cum and you've been licking your own seed. Brad tried again to say he hadn't done it and Jack patted him on the back of his head. Do you think I'm retarded or something. He took some chains and attached the wristbands to them. The feeling of fear and fright took over to Brad and he hoped that he was just fastened to scare. For a moment it was quiet in the room, Jack looked with a smile on his face at the terrified Brad who did not know what was going to happen. Brad heard footsteps it was Jack who walked up to the wall to take some attributes again. He came back to Brad and without saying anything he placed some squeezers on Brad's tiles, he was startled and curled his toes from the pain. Then Jack took only squeezers and placed them all over Brad's body. The last 3 he placed on the back limp dick and sack of his slut who couldn't hold it anymore and started moaning from the pain signals his body was giving him. Silence said Jack, this is the punishment you get for lying and for playing with your pole without permission. Jack took a seat behind Brad and started hitting his slut's body with his whip. With each stroke Brad gave moaning sounds coming from the mouth of Brad's toes curled he curled in pain and he tried to bite the pain but the pain signals came from all sides of his body. Jack enjoyed this and went one step further. He stopped flogging for a moment and took the chains and hoisted them a little higher so that Brad could only stand on his toes and had trouble standing in one place. Jack took the whip back and now came to stand in front of Brad. He tapped quietly against one of the squeezers and Brad felt the squeezer start to slide over his skin and come loose. Unloading the squeezer was not a nice feeling, it was a painfully acute feeling that Brad got and he danced on his toes from the pain and wept loudly. Silence slut accepts your punishment. Brad tried to say sorry but there went the next squeezer and again he got a shot of pain. Jack took a step back. Do you know why you are being punished, he asked Brad. Brad was still bewildering the pain said as soon as he could yes, yes. Jack shook his head and now hit one of the squeezers with the whip so that it also came loose. This hurt even more and Brad let out a loud scream. Even though his mind was busy processing the pain shoots, he knew that he had answered wrongly. His thinking pattern had already changed and he said again as soon as he could yes master, I know why. The next battle followed and this time some pinchers fell off. Well so slut, you start to learn to always speak with two words to your master and creator. Sorry master, I won't do it again Brad exclaimed and in the meantime a few more blows followed. With each stroke, Brad howled and struggled to stay on his toes. Now only the squeezers remained on his nipples, she flaccid dick and sack. I hope you learned your lesson he said to Brad and hit the 3 squeezers of his dick and sack in 1 time. Brad screamed in pain. Jack put the whip away and stood next to Brad and whispered in his ear. What you have undergone now is nothing compared to what I can do to you. But I'vealready had to help you so that you can't play this with yourselfanymore because you can't control yourself. He went back to the wall and took a cock cage. Brad felt Jack touch his flaccid dick and felt something cold being put around it he heard a click of a lock. Jack took off Brad's blindfold, he squeezed his eyes in front of the bright light and he wanted to look down but that didn't work because Jack was holding his head. From now on I decide when to play with your dick, understood. Brad nodded and shei Yes sir. Jack pulled the squeezers on Brad's nipples and said I hope so, at that moment the squeezers unloaded and Brad moaned loudly. He pushed his thumbs on the nipples and the pain Brad was experiencing quickly ebbed away. Jack took hold of Brad's head and stuck his tongue in Brad's mouth who answered the kiss with his tongue. For a moment Jack kissed Brad and when he interrupted the kiss he spat in the face of his slut. He unloaded the chains Brad was able to stand on his feet again but he was equally exhausted by the blows he had received and sank through his legs and fell to his knees. Well so slut he said to Brad, get right on your knees without asking. Jack came to stand in front of Brad who was still catching his breath, drinking slut. Brad opened his mouth and Jack stuck his flaccid dick in the mouth of his slut and started emptying his bladder. Brad who was still sober let it all happen because he was still exhausted from the blows he was getting and tried to swallow everything. The piss filled his entire mouth and a few drops fell to the ground. When Jack finished and pulled his pole out of Brad's mouth he saw that there were a few drops on the ground he pushed Brad's face into it. You know you can't let anything go to waste from me and Brad stuck out his tongue and licked the drops off the ground. Brad came back up and longed for a boost of chems, his body longing for a daze. Make your master hard said Jack and if you do your best you can get a reward. Brad opened his mouth and wanted to place his hands on Jack's body to find some support but he got a chat to his head. Without using your hands slut said Jack. Brad opened his mouth again and took his master's half hard pole into his mouth and started sucking hard. Jack shook his head and pulled brad's hair and pulled his pole back. Did I tell you I want it hard. You may learn how to spoil a man's cock. A real whore starts quietly and spoils a cock because he likes to do it, you act like you want to get rid of it quickly. Start over. Brad nodded and said sorry master. You shouldn't say sorry slut you have to do it right. What else should I do with you if you can't even suck a dick properly. He opened his mouth and with his tongue he licked around his master's glans. He had to do well because his master's flaccid dick moved up and down through his lick and began to swell. He kissed and licked Jack's big thick mushroom and gently sucked it in. Good slut that's already much better said Jack. Brad quietly sucked at the top of his master's pole and worked it in little by little more until he was all the way in his's mouth. He felt Jack's dick getting harder and harder and filling his mouth more. The feeling of having a piss-smelling cock in his mouth made Brad horny and he felt that his cock wanted to get hard but that it didn't work out. He still hadn't seen what his master had done when he was blindfolded. He sucked and licked Jack's thick hard cock more and more intensely. Jack pulled his slut's hair and told him to learn to watch the man he sucked on his cock. Brad sucked on and now looked at his master. Jack shook his head and said slut you have 1 more chance or you'll get another lesson from me. You have to look like a slut enjoying himself, you have to look like a hungry whore who wants to suck the seed out of that cock and not like a scared or disinterested dick. Brad understood what his master was telling him to do and looked at his master as if he was licking a lollipop and enjoying the taste the lollipop gave him. That's already better, but you still have a lot to learn. Brad tasted his master's precum and he went into ecstasy, his eyes became smaller and began to turn slightly and for the first time Jack saw a sober slut look at Brad. Well so slut that is I wanted to see. Enjoy your master's fat pole. Jack grabbed Brad's head and pushed his pole deep into his throat. Brad was already able to suppress his gag reflex well and his throat became more and more accustomed to being fucked deep throat. Hmm this is the slut take your master's full pole inside. Jack started thrusting into the mouth of his slut and wanted to discharge his seed but stopped because he didn't think he deserved it yet. He withdrew his stiff drool-lined cock from his slut's mouth and went to the table where the chems were. Brad stayed on his knees and looked for the first time at his dick which was now trapped in a steel cage. He wanted to pull it but he knew if he did he would be punished again. Jack came back with a small mirror with 2 fat lines on it. Brad looked Jack in his eyes, those 2 lines were new to him, he was already used to smoking Tina or getting horny from a burning sensation in his cunt or getting a squirt. Here slut, daddy has for you your special vitamin K. You may soon pinch one nostril and sniff a line with your other slut and then you do the same with your other nostril. Dare to blow it away and you will pay for it. Brad's body calmed down at the thought of getting another shot of chems right away and he couldn't wait to work the line into his nose. He placed his index finger against his nostriland pushed it shut and like a pro he sniffed the first line inside. I see that you exactly need a new fix slut, so greedily sniffing that first line. Brad enjoyed the feeling of calm feeling he got from the line that had just disappeared into his nose. He now pinched his other nose and sniffed the other fat line. He came back to sit up, Jack grinning at the sight of Brad's face. Oh slut, you're a real drug whore. Clean your nose because it is full of white powder. Brad rubbed his hands over his nose and at that moment hitand into the chems. He started to float and his body felt like rubber. Jack straightened him up and Brad really struggled to get his body under control. How he had gotten that he could hardly control his own body anymore. Jack put him in the sling and fastened his arms and legs. He took a chair and the special lube and a jar of grease. Brad had trouble moving, he started drooling and his body felt numb. He saw Jack take a seat on the chair and he felt Jack push his fingers into his cunt. He felt the burning sensation rise again and he began to moan. Jack waited a moment and once pulled on Brad's trapped dick and hit his balls a few times. Brad barely reacted and Jack saw that his slut was flying wellw as. Jack grinned, ready for your first steedebutt slut. Brad mumbled something unintelligible, he enjoyed the warm feeling he got and begged his cunt to be filled. The empty feeling in his hole was short-lived as it felt a thick dildo push against his sphincter and slide in. Jack pushed the dildo all the way into Brad's cunt. That goes very smoothly Slut I'm proud of you. He took the thick dildo he had placed on the fucking machine and pushed it against Brad's sphincter. The sphincter was already fairly open and with a little effort the dildo slid in nicely. Brad who was still drooling was droolingviolently, the greasy dildo stretched his hole all the way open. Jack started fucking his slut with the dildo and pushed him deeper and deeper until he was on the two rings and couldn't go any further. I will open that second ring with my fist slut don't worry said Jack and Brad who was completely in trance. After Jack had fucked Brad's cunt with the dildo for a moment he took him out of the meanwhile gaping hole. He took the jar of fat and took a quantityof egg in his hands, he smeared it over and into the hole and worked 4 fingers inside and made twisting movements with his hands. Brad was still flying heavily but the heaviest effect of the chems was diminishing. He still had no control over his body but could already think a little more clearly and had stopped drooling. He groaned at the feel of the four fingers stretching open his hole. Jack now took turns pushing his hand inside the gaping hole, only pushing his thumb in with him was not yet possible. He took some more fat and pushed his hand in again and turned around in Brad's cunt and placed his other hand and pushed it in as well. Brad felt that his cunt was full and his sphincter at his maximum and started moaning. We're not going to stop slut yet, you're almost there. He took a bottle of poppers, poured some on a cloth, put it in a gas mask and placed the mask on Brad's head. Brad couldn't help but sniff the aroma, Brad started flying and moaning more violently again. Jack felt that his closingmuscle was relaxing again and took some more fat and pushed his hand inside. He felt he was almost there and with his other hand he pulled on the sphincter to make some more room and then it happened. The pinch of the thumb was over the sphincter, disappeared into Brad's lair and sothe rest of the hand went in. Jack was now up to his wrist in Brad's cunt, Brad moaned heavily because with each breath he sniffed a new load of poppers and was completely tripping. Jack made a fist in Brad's cunt and spun around in it. He withdrew his hand a bit and felt that he was back on the sphincter. He pulled and pushed every time until he was back at that point. Brad didn't know what he was feeling, in his mind his cunt was central and it had to be filled. But his cunt was already filled but he wanted more, he wanted deeper, he wanted it harder. He felt perfect with his master's fist in his cunt but it wasn't enough. Jack withdrew his hand from Brad's cunt and took off the mask. The chems were almost finished and Brad needed another trip. He took the pipe filled it with crystals and took a lighter. He loosened Brad's arms and gave him the pipe and lighter. I want you to blow clouds slut. Brad nodded and melted the crystals in the pipe and inhaled the white smoke. He held it in as long as he could and the moment he blew out Jack pushed his fist back inside Brad. Brad called out loudly fill me master, fill my hole with everything you have. The fist went in much smoother and Jack wanted to get through the two rings. He pushed on until he reached the second ring and stroked it with his fingers. Meanwhile, Brad continued to blow big white clouds. Jack felt his slut's hole getting hot again and felt the tension on the two muscles slacken. Jack gently pushed his fingers through the opening and Brad began to moan more violently again and called for more. Jack withdrew his fist and now also loosened Brad's legs and helped him out of the sling and threw him on the bed. Sit on all four slut Brad who was flying back did what was asked of him. Brad stepped back to the table of the chems and took a bottle and threw it on the bed. Drinking slut it will do you good. The bottle was provided with a good dose of G and Brad drank it eagerly. Jack came back behind Brad and he smeared his fist and his arm up to his elbow with grease. He gave another bottle of poppers to Brad and told him to sniff like he had just sniffed that line and Brad did what was asked of him. The G started to work and perfectly complemented the Tina which was already flying around in system. He sniffed the poppers and he felt Jack push his fist inside. The moment the fist was sucked in was the supreme moment of pleasure for Brad and he showed his master that he enjoyed this by pushing his ass back and ramming the fist deeper into his cunt. Well so slut, fuck yourself on your master's fist. Although this was only the first time Brad had been fisted, he was a natural talent. Jack released his fist into Brad's hole and stretched his fingers. Brad was still riding his master's fist and enjoying every moment. Jack felt the second ring again and pushed the second ring open with the help of Brad who was riding harder and harder on his master fist. Brad moaned loudly and fell down on the bed. Because of his and riding harder and harder on his master fist, he had without realizing it himself ensured that Jack had been hit by the second muscle and was now completely in his intestines. Look at you what a dirty, horny whore you are. So hard riding on your master's fist. Look what kind of slut you've become. You make your daddy proud son. Brad groaned at hearing what his master said about him. He wanted to get the arm even deeper but he was exhausted. Jack saw this and thought it was enough. He withdrew his arm from Brad's gaping hole and turned it on his back. Brad's eyes turned in his eye sockets, he was sweating profusely and his mouth fell open and he was gaping for breath. I'm proud of you today slut. You have shown that you have embraced your true self. Tomorrow we can see if you get through your first test. Jack wanted to rest him but Brad didn't have enough and wanted seed. Give me your seed master squirt my hole full of your seed. Jack looked at the squirming Brad on the bed begging for his seed and grinned loudly. You want my seed slut. You don't have enough yet. Well I hope you can handle it because you will get my seed. He pulled Brad to the edge of the bed and pulled his legs down to his neck. His stiff pole sat effortlessly into Brad's gaping hole and he went straight to his balls in Brad's cunt. Brad groaned with pleasure. Oh slut your tight pussy is gone, from now on I can pound you as hard in your cunt as I want. He took another narrow dildo and stuck it by his cock into the gaping hole. Oh yes master, Brad groaned. Fuck my hole, it's completely yours. You didn't have to tell Jack that twice and he started pounding Brad hard and pushed the dildo inside each time. Every time Jack's hard dick came in, precum came out of Brad's flaccid caged dick. Jack reached his high point and moaned loudly. Here comes the slut. Here comes your reward. Brad felt his hole fill with his master's seed. Jack withdrew his limp pole and he saw his seed running out of Brad's gaping cunt. He licked up his own seed and kissed Brad and let the seed run into his mouth. Brad tasted his master's seed and swallowed it eagerly. Rest from my son, and make sure you are ready for your test tomorrow. Brad could barely say yes sir and fell asleep.

When I go out looking for sex I never carry condoms with me. And when a ass wants to be fucked by me I always make clear to them that my cock will lose any interest in shooting a load. My cock does not like a condom. My cock wants to smell and for real feel the inside of a pussy or ass and no latex. My cock wants to be covered in body fluids that are not mine.... and take on the smell and taste of the other person. After any fucking I did.. I never clean/wash my cock for days. (my cock is with foreskin).

Dad’s Basement - Part Eight I woke up late in the day. Dad was already arisen and had left my bed. My hole ached from all the fucking last night, to the point of pain when I moved. Carefully climbing out of bed, I set off to search for Dad. The house was quiet, sunlight pierced through the blinds, lighting the rooms. Dad was sitting in his chair, naked, legs spread wide, his big cock hung soft over his balls with the head almost touching the seat of his chair. He was sipping a cup of coffee. “Morning,” I said. “Almost evening, Son.” I shrugged, moving slowly towards the kitchen, gingerly nursing my aching hole. I could feel the dried cum breaking away from the skin on my thighs as I walked. In the kitchen I poured myself a cup of coffee, taking it back to the living room where Dad waited, easing myself into a seated position on the sofa. “Sore, Son?” “More like 'pain', Dad.” “I can call Doc and have him come check you out, if you'd like.” “Might not be a good idea with what happened last night.” “He’s cool.” With that Dad reached for his cell phone. I ignored him as he called the doctor. I just wanted to drink my coffee and then go for a hot shower, then maybe sleep after. I felt the warmth of the coffee hit my stomach and spread through out my body. “Son, Doc will be here in a couple of hours. Drink up, go get cleaned up inside and out. I know your hole is sore, but try.” “Okay, Daddy.” Taking my coffee I disappeared down the hall to the bath room, leaving Daddy alone and naked. After I had showered I felt quite refreshed, and I delicately cleaned-up my hole for the doc. The effort was painful but I mustered through it. When I returned to the living room, Dad was in his chair still naked, but looking as if he had also cleaned up. Not wanting to freak out the Doc, I had pulled on a pair of gym shorts. “Lose the shorts, Son," Dad recommended, adding "It ain’t like he hasn’t seen it all before.” My face went red, but I hooked my thumbs in my shorts, dropped them and stepped out. I flopped down on the sofa, looking at Dad with my 'what ever' face. “Don’t make that face, boy! I will redden your ass quick.” “Yes, Daddy.” Scarcely ten minutes later the door bell rang. I glanced at Dad, who grinned as he recommended “Don’t keep him waiting. He charges by the hour.” I got up and headed to the door. Holding the knob, I hesitated opening it until the bell rang again. I turned the knob and pulled, exposing my naked body to the Doc on the other side. I felt my face flush as he looked down at my cock and balls hanging down between my legs, then back up to my eyes. “Well, well, Matt you have grown and seem to still be growing,” Doc said. I was growing, my cock that is. It was filling with blood, slowly pointing up and up and up. Who's cock wouldn't grow when a muscle monster was at your door. I felt my face go flush and quickly stepped out of the way allowing Doc to enter. “I see I am over dressed here, Drew,” Doc said. Dad and I shared the name Matthew, but we each went by a different shorter version. “Nothing stopping you from changing that, Doc,” Dad replied. After shutting the door, I stepped just inside the living room. The Doc’s back was to me, but I could see that he was unbuttoning his shirt. His biceps bulged as he did. It wasn’t long until his shirt tail was pulled out of the waist of his pants, removed from his body and dropped to the floor. His back was covered in tattoos. I watched from behind as he stepped out of his shoes, kicking them over with his shirt. He lifted his legs to removed his socks, one leg at a time, causing the pants covering his ass to stretch tight. He looked over his shoulder at me, and grinned as he undid his belt, the button of his pants, then lowered his fly. He pushed his pants to his ankles, revealing his muscular ass in the process. His legs were massive tree trunks. He stepped out of his pants. He, like my Dad and I, was now naked. “So, Drew what brings me here today? You were very vague on the phone.” “Well, Doc to be completely honest, Matt joined the club last night.” “I see” replied Doc, “We need to make sure conversion happened. Or is it something else” “His hole.” What the fuck was happening? Doc seemed like what happened was normal, as if a Dad fucking his son and passing his disease is normal. I should acknowledge, however, that even as I was thinking this, I couldn’t take my eyes off the Doc’s ass. “Son, wipe the drool from your mouth,” Dad said, adding "There will be time for that later. Now, let Doc examine your hole.” Doc turned to give me a frontal view of his naked body. He was muscular just like Dad, just smooth. His cock was hanging low between his legs. On his right hip was a scorpion tattoo, black with a red cross in it. “Like my ass, boy?” Doc asked. "My cock is better!” I quickly smiled and looked away. Resuming, Doc said "Okay, let’s get started then. Lay back on the sofa and get your legs high in the air. Drew sit on the back of the sofa, grab his ankles and spread them. I need a good view of that puckered, puffy boy pussy.” My mouth dropped open. I could not believe what was happening. Was this Doc even a legit doctor? “Don’t just stand there Boy, get your ass in gear” Dad snapped. I jumped and got on the sofa, throwing my legs up. Dad moved quickly and sat on the back taking hold of my ankles, spreading them wide. Doc dropped to his knees in front of me. Taking my ass cheeks in his hand, initially he rubbed them, but then, without warning, slapped my right cheek, followed by his fingers circling closer and closer to my hole, which sent chills through my body. It didn’t take long until his fingers were circling my hole, pressing the outer ring, gently at first then much harder. He lifted his right arm into the air, pointing at my Dad. “Suck it. I need lube to examine inside.” Dad bent forward, sucked Doc’s finger in, sucking it as if it was a hard cock. I watch spit run out of his mouth and down Doc’s finger, earning a complement from Doc: “Chrome off a bumper.” Once wet Doc jammed his finger into my hole. I jumped, wincing from the pain. It circled inside, feeling the inside of my used pussy. His finger moved in and out, sliding from tip to base. My mind was shocked. Doc was finger-fucking my boy pussy. “Drew, honestly it seems fine to me. The puckering will go down,” Doc said. “Good” Dad replied, “so no permanent damage.” “Nope.” Dad smiled, not in happiness, but with a twisted look. He was looking at the Doc, who was slowly standing up. “Look at that massive man cock, boy,” Daddy commanded. My eyes darted down to the Doc’s crotch. Holy Fucking Shit. His cock was not only long but thick as fuck. It had to be a foot long, and as thick as a baby’s arm. The head on it was as big as an crab apple. “Teasing the Doc with a puffy puckered boy pussy is not good,” Doc commented with a smile. “When his cock gets hard like that Son, the only way for it to go down is to fuck a boy pussy and breed it,” Dad added. Doc spit in his palm and rubbed it on the head of his cock. He started to squat down to line up his cock with my hole, then stopped, commenting "He might need a big hit to take this. Luckily I have a fresh bottle with me to administer to the patient.” He turned and grabbed his pants, reaching inside the pocket getting a brown bottle which he handed it to me. I knew the drill. I unscrewed the cap, placing it under my nose and took a deep inhale, in both nostrils. “Again,” Doc commanded. Already feeling the effects of my first hits, I did it again, this time my body relaxed more. “Again,” Dad insisted. Fuck, following the instructions again I inhaled. I could feel my heart beat in my temples as well as hear it pounding in my ears. I watched Doc squat again, his hand wrapped around the base of his cock, aiming himself at my hole, pushing himself in with one long, deep stroke. My hole stretched, the pain intensified the deeper his cock went it. I could feel it pushing against the second ring inside me. Doc ran his hand over my stomach, feeling the out line of his massive cock in me. “Relax, Son.” I concentrated on my breathing, in and out. Doc kept pushing building the pressure on my second ring, until it popped and he pushed through. I closed my eyes, through the pain on my hole was slowly easing, pleasure was emerging. I felt Doc’s balls against my ass. He was all the way in. Looking up, I saw Dad’s hard cock floating above, pre-cum already flowing from the piss slit. “Ready boy?” Doc asked. I nodded yes. He pulled his cock completely out, then rammed it all the way in. The jolt of pain shoot throughout my body as he hit bottom, only to feel it pull out again, then slam in. Over and over this rough fuck happened. Doc grunted over and over as he drove his cock in my boy pussy. “The scorpion is going to strike, boy” Doc said, “It's highly toxic.” I smiled, giving his my approval to shoot his toxic load into my pussy. I started to push into him as he drove forward into my ass. I tried to met each thrust of his cock inwards. His balls were slapping my ass. His cock didn’t take long to thicken. I knew his balls would empty his poz load deep into me soon. “Tell me boy. What do you want?” “I want your disease, Doc.” “Well, if you are going to put it that way, here it comes.” He rammed his massive cock deep into my hole, falling on top of me, trapping me under his muscular frame. His body was relaxed, heavily weighing me down. I felt Dad move from his position above me. “Stay just like that Doc” Dad said. Briefly I wondered if Dad was going to slid into Doc’s hole, but no, instead I felt Dad’s cock pushing along side Doc's cock. I tried to protest, but Doc quickly moved his hand over my mouth and put more his weight on me. Dad push hard against the edge of my hole, under Doc’s cock, which was surprisingly still hard. I could feel Dad’s head pushing in, stretching my full hole. Tears welled in my eyes. As Dad’s head popped inside my hole I screamed into Doc’s hand. “Hush Hush Boy, Don’t cry. Daddy will make it better,” Doc murmured. Somehow the poppers were placed under my nose and I quickly inhaled deep, over and over. Feeling my hole relax from the rush, Dad slid his cock in until he could not go any further. The pain was unbearable. Doc had locked eyes with me, and was intensely staring. I knew then there was no escape. Dad started to pump his cock in and out of my hole, rubbing against Doc’s cock and my hole. The pressure of two cocks stretching me open began to subside. I moaned from behind Doc’s hand. He slowly lifted it away from my mouth, ready to replace in case I screamed again. Still locked eye to eye with Doc, he moved his lips closer to mine and kissed me. Dad’s cock still sliding in and out. Doc and I kissed as Dad pumped faster and faster. He pushed in and shot his poz load into me, adding to Doc’s as well as coating Doc’s cock. “Going to shoot again,” Doc announced with satisfaction as his cock pulsated, blowing his load deep into my body. The friction of Dad’s cock and, presumably, the pulsations of Dad's cock had pushed Doc over the edge for a second time. Dad withdrew, and then pulled Doc's cock out of my body. "Son, you should see your hole, gaping, puffy, cummy, and raw,” Dad commented with pride. “Such a good boy,” Doc added. I lowered my legs and relaxed. I could not believe that my hole was used again, taking it further than before. I could only imagine what was next. “After last night and today Drew, I don’t see how he won't develop the fuck-flu and convert,” Doc said. "Call me when he is sick and I'll drop by.” “I will.” Doc collected his clothes, dressed and left. I sat motionless on the sofa, my back and leg muscles aching from the prolonged effort to remain aloft. My cock throbbed seeking release. My hole throbbed from being stretched open, but my mind was on cock, cum and disease. Dad sat back down in his chair, his cock hanging between his legs, drooling cum. I watched him until my eyes closed and I fell deep asleep.

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

Sorry pigs, circumstances kept me away...hope I can pick up the story to your satisfaction: “I think it’s time,” he said, “to graduate you to the big boy dildo, and to see how well you handle being filled up at both ends.” He unhooked the restraints on my wrists and ankles, and I let out a disappointed little moan, since I had quite enjoyed being in bondage. “I know, boy,” he said, “but you need to show me just how badly you want all of this, and in order to do that, you have to be an active participant. Now, faggot, get on all fours.” I scrambled to obey, and he chuckled. “Fucking faggot,” was all he said. Then he picked up the larger of the two dildos, and put some lube on it, and moved around to my hole. “Now, boy,” he said, “this is going to want to slip out, but you have to keep those ass muscles tight to make certain that doesn’t happen.” With that, he slid it in. I think that my eyes must have rolled back into my head at the feeling of such fullness. A little sigh of contentment passed through my lips, and Bud chuckled again. Once the dildo was in place, he smacked my ass, and said, “Remember, boy, it has to stay there.” Then, he moved around so that I was face to, well, monster cock. “Open wide, boy,” he said, “It’s time for the advanced course. I was so high and horny at that point that I think my jaw must have literally made a snapping sound when my mouth flung open. Bud's "pig feed" (meth for those who have forgotten) had me flying high, and I had my second dildo ever in my hole. I knew, like I knew how to breathe, that the thing missing was a man's cock in my mouth. Bud just stood there, cock arrow straight, pointing towards my mouth, which by now was watering like crazy. It took a minute for my brain to break through the chem haze and realize that, once more, the choice to move forward was being left to me. That truly obnoxious voice in the back of my head told me that it wasn't too late to stop yet, his cock hadn't entered my body - I could still say "no". I think the voice knew that the moment a real man's cock entered me, everything would change. But really, at this point, I wasn't going to say "no". I moved my mouth forward to swallow Bud's monster cock. The first few inches had barely entered my mouth when he stopped me. "Gently, faggot" he said, "you gotta work your way up to the whole thing or you'll choke." So I just focused on the first few inches of his cock. The taste was incredible - the only way I could describe it was sweaty bread, that yeasty damp taste from wearing briefs. I thought that I had never tasted anything so good in my life. When Bud's hand moved, I knew he thought I was ready to take more, so I moved to the half way point. At that point, I realized that I wasn't really doing much, just savoring the cock, so I started to tentatively suck. I could tell by the pleased noise that Bud made that I was doing well. Then, unfortunately, I lost concentration on my chem-fueled ass muscles, and the dildo in my hole started to slip out. Bud noticed my predicament, and solved it the simplest way possible...he walked forward, forcing me back so that my hole was against the wall...the dildo hit home again, secure in my hole, and I lurched forward on the rest of his cock. It turns out that Bud didn't need to worry - my throat and his cock were a perfect fit. I don't know if I wasn't born with a gag reflex, or maybe the tina/poppers combo was responsible, but it was hitting my voice box and I was in pig heaven. Bud fussed with something out of sight, then brought the mirror with fresh lines back into my field of vision. Since I was clearly occupied, he held the straw for me to slip my nose onto - only this time he didn't just give me two lines, he made me take all four (well, made me is a little harsh...I was clearly equating his "pig feed" with intense pleasure now, so I was going to take all that he would give me, however it came). Once the lines were up my nose and I was reeling, he brought the little brown bottle to my nose and reminded me to inhale until he told me to stop, first one nostril, then the other. I was completely out of it now, throat full of cock, ass full of dildo, head full of chemicals. That’s when Bud began to speak. “Boy”, he said, in a gentle tone similar to the one he used when he’d told me that it didn’t matter that I was gay, he’d love me all the same, “it’s time to acquaint yourself with some basic facts of life that I learned long ago. There are two types of human males in this world – real men, and pigs. Pigs look like men, talk like men, dress and act like men, but in truth they are inferior. They are governed by their lust for unnatural acts, and by their desire to submit to real men. A pig may think he’s a man, but deep down he knows every time his faggot cunt twitches that he is not a real man.” I was finding his voice hypnotic as it came out like a religious doctrine through my chemical haze. “Even when you were younger, boy, I could see your head snap up at the mention of the word “faggot”…when you first came out to me, I thought it was fear, but then as I watched you closer, I realized it was because that submissive pig in you was reacting to its proper title. I knew you needed to be released from the bondage of self-imposed morality that you suffered under to truly wallow in your subhuman urges, and I knew I was just the man to do it. Only your cunt of a mother stood in my way, and now she’s gone…and don’t think I didn’t notice that reaction to the word “cunt”, pig…you’ll be hearing a lot more of your proper titles from now on.” He pulled his cock out of my mouth, and gripped me under the chin. Something told me to open my mouth, and he grinned and spat into it. I closed my mouth and swallowed. “”Nature at its finest, boy” he said, “you aced the advanced course, now let’s give you a water break.” Coming soon (I PROMISE) part 5

"Now", he said, pulling my desk chair to the middle of the room, and sitting down in it, "Now comes the fun part. I want to see you fuck yourself with that dildo. Technically, you could still be considered a virgin by some, with just finger penetration. So, I want to see you take your own virginity...you and you alone. Show me how much you want cock." Even through my euphoric fog, I could feel the doubt rising. Yeah, the dildo was just outside my hole, but I was restrained. How the fuck did he expect me to fuck myself? I made a couple desperate noises in the back of my throat, but Bud just sat back and started stroking his cock. Desperately, I tried to slide down on the dildo, but there was nothing to stop it from just sliding away. Then, I had a brainstorm - folding my leg so that it was at the end of the dildo to keep it from moving (which required some contortion) I got the dildo back to my hole, just barely inside it. Then, I slid up the wall as far as I could go, getting a higher angle on the dildo, and suddenly it all came together. The dildo, stuck to my hole, finally got upright underneath it, and I slid down onto it. If I had been a sober virgin, or not been restrained, I probably wouldn't have, as a virgin, taken the whole thing in one go. As it was, the sound that came out of me as it hit home was definitely a squeal. Bud leaned back in his chair, this shit-eating grin on his face, and said, "Fuck yeah, faggot." I don’t know that I could put into words the feeling of being high as a fucking kite and slamming your virgin-ish ass straight onto a dildo. If you’ve never done it, you just can’t understand. For those of you who have done it, you’ll never forget the feeling. I’m not actually sure how much time passed with me just zoning into the feeling before Bud leaned forward and said, “Hey boy, that hole isn’t going to fuck itself”. This presented the next problem – how was I, restrained ankle to wrist on both sides, impaled on a dildo with no leverage, going to fuck myself? The chemicals in my system, and the chemicals just introduced into my system by the dildo, mixed together to provide a brainstorm. Beds, I thought, have mattresses and box springs. Box springs, I thought, have, well, springs. Springs, I concluded triumphantly, make you bounce. Much to Bud’s delight, I managed to slowly start to bounce myself up and down on the bed, which succeeded in making the dildo slide in and out just enough to give my hole the sensation of being fucked. Bud sat back and grinned, “Nature always finds a way, right boy?” I grunted in response, caught up in the intensity of the action. The interesting thing that hadn’t occurred to me at this point was that the entire time, ever since being woken up to my step-dad playing with my ass, I hadn’t spoken more than two words, sticking entirely to animalistic noises. There was no gag or any other impediment to speaking, I was just too caught up in everything to enunciate my feelings verbally. Something else that I hadn’t really focused on was the fact that despite my cock being out of commission (I seem to recall that happening to some people when they “partied”), I did get some blood rushing to it every time Bud called me “boy” or “faggot” in a derogatory tone. Of course, I guess if I overanalyzed everything, it would take quite a lot of the enjoyment out of it. I had my eyes closed, so caught up in the chemically induced sexual euphoria and making certain that the dildo bouncing in and out of my hole was hitting all the rights spots, that I didn’t notice that Bud had stopped his masturbating, gotten out of the chair, and come to stand over me again. Actually my first clue was when a hand was place on either one of my shoulders and he shoved me down on the dildo, hard. I don’t think I had ever felt such an intense moment of pain and pleasure so completely balanced, and if my cock had been in full working order, I would have shot the biggest load you’ve ever seen. As it was, the feeling just kept going and going, and I was definitely whimpering as Bud forced me to look into his eyes again. “You went from virgin to fucking whore in 60 seconds, didn’t you, boy? I’m impressed”, he said. More pressure on my shoulders led to louder whimpering. His cold blue eyes narrowed, “Now, you’ve been making entirely too much noise, boy. I think we need to keep your mouth occupied.” He stroked his monster cock a couple times, and I think I gurgled in the back of my throat. “First though,” he said, “I think you have outgrown this tiny toy, don’t you?” He pushed me so that my back was against the wall again, and my hole, filled with the dildo, was exposed. He took the end of the dildo in his hand, and leaned forward to whisper in my ear. “This is probably going to fucking hurt, boy,” he said, “but something tells me that you’ll like it.” Then he jerked the dildo out of my hole in one swift, painful pull. All I had time for was a gasp before it felt like the air had been knocked out of me. It wasn’t even really the pain that I minded so much as the feeling of being empty, because I knew that I needed to be filled. But then there were Bud’s fingers, three of them this time, and since they tingled and burned where they passed, I knew that he was giving me more “pig feed” as he like to call it. I lost myself a little in the enjoyment of feeling his fingers slide further and further in. While his one hand was occupied he grabbed my chin again with the other and we looked into each other’s eyes. “You are just loving this, you faggot,” he said, “you haven’t even noticed that I’m keeping my hand still and you are the one shoving yourself further onto it.” Another moment, and he ordered, “Open your mouth.” It was pretty much impossible for me not to obey Bud’s orders at this point, so I did. He looked at me again, gauging me I think, and then calmly spat a huge gob of saliva into my mouth. “Swallow, boy” he sharply ordered, so I did. That made him grin. “Fucking faggot boy,” he grinned, “Nature at her finest.” Then he pulled his fingers out. “I think it’s time,” he said, “to graduate you to the big boy dildo, and to see how well you handle being filled up at both ends.” He unhooked the restraints on my wrists and ankles, and I let out a disappointed little moan, since I had quite enjoyed being in bondage. “I know, boy,” he said, “but you need to show me just how badly you want all of this, and in order to do that, you have to be an active participant. Now, faggot, get on all fours.” I scrambled to obey, and he chuckled. “Fucking faggot,” was all he said. Then he picked up the larger of the two dildos, and put some lube on it, and moved around to my hole. “Now, boy,” he said, “this is going to want to slip out, but you have to keep those ass muscles tight to make certain that doesn’t happen.” With that, he slid it in. I think that my eyes must have rolled back into my head at the feeling of such fullness. A little sigh of contentment passed through my lips, and Bud chuckled again. Once the dildo was in place, he smacked my ass, and said, “Remember, boy, it has to stay there.” Then, he moved around so that I was face to, well, monster cock. “Open wide, boy,” he said, “It’s time for the advanced course.” Coming soon, part 4.

If you could have one, what would it be? I would pick shapeshifting. Imagine all the endless possibilities in every aspect of your life. For example in sex, you could be a man or a woman and you could have sex with every one you want (almost).

This is a bit of a departure for me in my story telling. Its an idea I’ve been kicking around for a while that came from a slew of vintage porn I stumbled across on twitter. The set up is probably a bit longer than normal, but hopefully it’ll be worth it. Thanks for sticking with me and hopefully giving my new story a chance. -d It had been almost a year since Luke’s grandfather had passed away. At ninety-eight it hadn’t come as much of a surprise, though till just a year before he died Luke’s grandfather had lived on his own, tottering around the house he’d live in for more than seventy years. It was the house that Luke’s father and his siblings had grown up in. It was a house alive with memories. At first the family didn’t really know what to do with the house. There was no real pressing need to put it on the market, Luke’s grandfathers’ finances had been in good order and there were no major debts to pay off. The will had been clear saying the house could be sold and the profits split between the four siblings, or one of them could take it over and live there. Having all moved away, or created their own lives in which they were now happily ensconced, no one much fancied moving into the old, rather outdated house. After almost nine months of mostly just coming to terms with their father being gone, the siblings had all decided that selling it was the best move. They could use the profits for their own homes, or for their kids. Everyone had pitched in to clean the house out, a yard sale was had to get rid of things no one really wanted, but they all felt were too nice to just put in the trash. Keepsakes and trinkets had moved to new homes on new shelves. The only place left untouched was the attic. Everyone had largely forgotten its existence, no one could remember the last time that any of them had been in there. Luke’s dad, the youngest brother, guessed that it had probably been almost a decade, around the time Luke’s grandfather had said he didn’t want to hire people to put lights on the house anymore and get the Christmas decorations out of the attic. So it had sat, forgotten, and gathering dust, till Luke’s father had noticed the door in the ceiling while showing a relator around one day. That was how, during his summer vacation from his junior year of college, Luke found himself alone in the empty house, making his way into the hot attic. The air was dry and scratchy, like it was made of dust. There was almost no ventilation, and the summer heat was already turning the cramped space into an oven early in June. To say Luke was not thrilled to be spending the first weeks of summer break in the attic was an understatement. He had grumbled and griped the whole drive over, and now he just rolled his eyes at the piles of stuff around him. “Fuck, this is going to take forever,” he said to the empty room. The attic was a long low room running over the middle section of the house above the bedrooms and front stairs. There were two little gables that stuck out on the front side of the house, each with a round window set in their center. Luke was glad to see that the floor was at least all boards, he wouldn’t have to squat on ceiling rafters while going through things. Making his way between carboard boxes and old trunks he moved half hunched over towards one of the windows. Please God let this thing open, he thought. Much to his shock it did, and gratefully he pushed the round window so it spun on its center access opening like a porthole. He scrambled round to the other window and did the same, breathing a deep sigh of relief as he felt the cross breeze make its lazy way across the stuffy little room. Now, armed with a box cutter, a Costco box of trash bags, colored labels for keep, sell or trash, and a flashlight, Luke began his task. His father had told him to go through as many things as he could, toss down the bags of trash and over the weekend he and Luke’s uncle would come and help move the big stuff down the ladder. Careful not to smack his head on the low rafters Luke moved over to a pile of boxes and crouched down. Most of the boxes Luke noticed had were labeled in a clear square all caps handwriting. His grandfather’s handwriting Luke guessed, he’d been an architect and there was something to the perfect sameness of the letters that gave them the practiced feeling of a gifted draftsman. Luke grabbed one that said “SPORTS”. Inside were baseball gloves, pads, cleats. The discarded accessories of boys joining sports teams and then getting board when they found sport wasn’t for them. Luke sorted the things that seemed like someone might want to buy them, a vintage glove, some baseballs that were still in good shape, and put the rest into a trash bag. Most of the boxes he opened were like this, the things that were left over as kids grew up. There was an old trunk of dress up clothes. One box was full of children’s books (all of which Luke marked to keep). There was a box of dresses from what looked to be the 1960s, that must have belonged to his aunts. A large steamer trunk contained an old and worn cardboard box. Carefully Luke lifted the lid off the box and pulled back the thin paper inside. A white dress, with little glass beads around the neck sparkled back at him, the edges slightly yellowed with age. As gingerly as he could Luke unfolded the dress, keeping it off the dusty floor. It was his grandmother’s wedding dress, and it looked as bright and shining as the day she had worn it. Very carefully Luke packed it back into its box, and carried the box downstairs. He would take that home with him tonight. Despite the breeze from the windows the attic seemed even hotter when he climbed back up. “Fuck it,” he said, and pulled his shirt off, tossing it down the ladder to the hallway below. Luke was certainly no sports star, something that had once greatly disappointed his father, but in the last year he had found a new passion for the gym. He had gone from being a little scrawny teen, to someone who loved beer a little too much and suffered the freshmen 15, to what a rather toned looking jock. His chest had started to fill out, his arms now had long veins running down the bicep and snaking along his forearms. His torso narrowed to square hips, and a firm butt, and flared again at his strong legs. Along with the new muscles, Luke loved to show off the thick hair that suddenly had grown across his body. His chest, which when he had started college was completely bare, now sported a dense fan of dark brown hair that swirled around his nipples. A broad treasure trail grew over his flat stomach and dove into his shorts, meeting with a thick, though usually trimmed down, bush. Luke stretched his hands over his head, and got a whiff of himself. He’d been sweating like mad in the attic, and though it wasn’t even noon yet he had a strong musk about him. The smell made his cock twitch in his shorts. A love of the gym wasn’t the only thing Luke had learned about himself in college. Just after Christmas his freshman year, Luke had been at a party. He’d had a few beers and found himself taking to this senior guy. At first the conversation had been fairly standard, what their majors were, where about campus they lived, things like that. The guy, however, kept getting close and closer to Luke, and Luke found that he like it. Luke had started leaning in closer to the guy as well. A few more minutes of fake small talk and they were kissing. A mad, wild lust had been born in Luke in that moment. When he guy had asked Luke if he wanted to go back to the guys place he didn’t even hesitate before saying yes. That night Luke had been fucked for the first time. That was the night Luke understood for the first time the thing about him that had always been different, he was gay. He was out at school from basically that moment on. Almost overnight he had gone from a quiet guy who didn’t know who he was, to an out and proud homo. Along with his new-found self-awareness had come a new found love of sex, and through some experimentation his self-identification as a vers bottom with a thing for older men. Luke rubbed his crotch through his shorts a couple of times, stretched again, and got back to work. By lunch time he had a pretty massive pile of trash bags at the bottom of the ladder. He climbed down and moved them to the front door, piling the “To Sell”s and “To Keep”s separate from the trash pile. He ate the sandwich his mother had sent him, and pounded a Gatorade in the deserted kitchen perched on the counter. He absently scrolled through TikTok while he ate, not really paying attention to anything on the screen. Finishing his sandwich, he checked the gay apps to see if anything interesting had happened there – nothing, disappointingly. Resignedly Luke climbed the stairs back up to the second floor and then back up into the even hotter attic. Luke started in a new corner of the attic, sorting through a collection of boxes all labeled “Josh’s room”. These must have come from his dad’s old room. He had gone through probably half a dozen of them when he found the box. This box had no label, and was a different shape from the rest. It was short and square, like the boxes Amazon loved to use, Luke thought. It was old though, with a worn lid that clearly had been removed over and over again. The sides bulged out slightly, buckled from the weight of all the other boxes on top of it. Luke opened it with the same detachment he had all the rest. He’d already gone through boxes full of gym socks, and old trophies, discarded textbooks, old posters and photos from a teenage boy’s room in the 1980s, and a mountain of matchbox cars. This box, however, was not the normal detritus left behind when a kid moved away, or went to college. At the top of the box was an old journal, worn and well loved. Its once bright red cover was faded and chipped in places. The binding was cracked and soft. Luke set it aside quickly noticing what had been beneath it. An old and yellowed jockstrap lay on top of a scattered collection of Polaroid pictures. Was this his dad’s Luke wondered? His cock stirred, his thing for jockstraps had been growing as he spent more time at the gym. Luke now wore almost nothing else at school. Having his ass exposed all the time made him feel slutty and powerful. He held the jock for a long moment, before pressing it to his face and breathing in. Maybe it was his imagination, but he would swear the sent of sweaty man still clung to the yellow fabric. He looked at the stained pouch and his mind ran wild imagining how each spot had come to be on the fabric. His cock was now hard as a rock. He had been so taken in by the old jock he hadn’t noticed the content of the Polaroids. Now looking down again he flipped through one after the other in shock. Each and every one of them showed a naked man. Some had bad lighting, an aggressively bright flash, or were a little out of focus but there was no mistaking the collection of sexy men through the slightly too yellow chroma. Most he would guess were a little older than he was in their mid to late twenties. They were photographed on bed, and couched, lounging outside, and laying on the floor. There had to be maybe fifty photos here, and so far as Luke could tell not a single repeat. He stared at one, a guy maybe his age with messy blond almost shoulder length hair, thick bushy sideburns, a thin lanky body, beautifully thick blond chest hair, and a thick heavy looking cock sprouting from a massive bush flopped over onto a hair leg, lounging in an avocado colored office chair. He was the perfect encapsulation of a time period, and Luke’s cock was hard as a rock. “Are these dad’s?” Luke wondered out loud, setting the pictures on top of the journal. He pulled as small pile of gay magazines from the mid-seventies out of the box next. While the Polaroids had had a younger slant to their models, these magazines were full of older men. The kind of men that Luke hunted for at school. These were guys with thick arms, broad chests, and full mustaches. The kids of men Luke, more often than he would admit to his friends, begged to fuck him. Luke was rubbing his crotch as he thumbed through the magazines. Who had taken these pictures, who’s magazines were these, was his dad into guys, Luke’s mind was racing. His dad had been cool when Luke had come out but he didn’t thing that his dad was even bi. He put the magazines down and picked up the journal, and flipped to the first page with writing. The handwriting was clean, slanting, somewhere halfway between cursive and print, but also matter of fact without extra flourishes or adornments. July 16, 1977 Ive never had a journal, always seemed silly to me. But – someone one said that when you need to sort something out writing it down can help. This just feels stupid though, what do you do just write like you’re talking to someone? I guess fuck it, feeling like an idiot is worth a shot to sort things though. Maybe that’s normal after a once in a life time moment? Ok. Whatever – Three days ago the whole city lost power. That sounds like an exaggeration but it’s true, like a great black sheet was pulled over all of New York. This wave of darkness washed over the city coming from Queens and crashing over Manhattan till everything was dark. 9:30 at night, and the whole city is down. They’re still not completely sure what happened, something about lightning taking out substations, and then overtaxing the grid, and then the main generator not being able to take the strain of the whole city. First it was the TV. The Mets game just blinked off – like the programing had ended for the night, and then our fan stopped and a second later the lights were out. Brett and I were suddenly plunged into darkness. I’d never seen the city that dark before. It was wild. Even with the lights off in the apartment normally there’s is some light from the street, or the apartment across the way, but suddenly there was nothing. For a really long time everything was silent. Then shouting and car horns, people clambering to find their way home. The paper today was full of storied of people being stuck on stalled trains underground for hours before being evacuated. Brett seemed to come to his senses first. He went to the bathroom and found the one candle we keep in there – I don’t need to explain why – and lit it out little living room. He then went an grabbed one of the bags of ice we had been keeping in the freezer and filled a cooler with that and beer. “Shit,” he said, or something like that. I was leaning out of the window, looking down at the street. Everything seemed to have stopped, it seemed like everyone was holding their breath for the power to come back on. But it didn’t. An hour passed, then two, and then three. Nothing. Just blackness. By that time, Brett and I had each gone through a six pack, and the first cooler of ice had turned to mostly freezing water. The beer was nice though, without the fans running the apartment was becoming sweltering. NYC is barely tolerable in the summer with fans, without it them its miserable. I sometimes wondered, when I came home to a muggy apartment and cranked the three box fans to high, how people did it before electricity. All of those clothes too. Fuck. “What made you think to put the ice in the cooler,” I asked Brett eventually. “Hurricanes,” he said as if that was an obvious answer. “What?” “Growing up in Florida you learn that if the power goes out you want to keep certain things cool. The fridge will stay cold for a long time so long as you don’t open it often. So put ice in a cooler and put your drinks in there. Then you’re opening the fridge like one tenth of the times.” “Damn. Smart.” “Just experience living in a shitty swamp.” He laughed. Brad never really talked about growing up – we’d been roommates since college but I still only knew the bare bones of his home life. Something had happened that he didn’t want to talk about. I wondered about it, but it wasn’t the sort of thing you press a guy for. He sat back, taking a long swig of his beer, “fuck though, its hotter than Florida ever was, I cant do this.” He got up and walked to his room. When he came back he had stripped down to just his underpants, a pair of tight-fitting white briefs. Being roommates for years, and both playing sports in college I had seen Brett in his underwear more than once but always in passing we had never just sat around like that. I guess – if I’m being honest with myself, that’s when things started to change. Seeing him sitting there, his legs spread wide, sweat shining on his chest in the dim candle light, his bulge pressing against the fabric of his briefs, I started to feel something new. Luke stopped reading. He readjusted his cock in his shorts, his hand coming back slick with precum. He licked it off. His dad hadn’t ever lived in New York, at least not that he knew. He didn’t think any of his relatives had. He pulled out his phone and googled NYC blackout 1977. Shit, that actually happened, who the fuck wrote this? Brett was right though, it was too fucking hot. I went to my room and did the same. I came back and flopped down on the couch in my own briefs. We sat like that for a long time. We’d both been busy since moving to the city, neither of us had a lot of money and had both been working multiple jobs trying to make ends meet. It had been a long time since we had caught up. Despite the heat it was nice to share beers and talk. It was when the conversation drifted to girls and sex that I realized how drunk I was. I freely shared stories of the few dates I’d been on, how they hadn’t worked out, of the couple of girls I had managed to pick up. Brett was quite, not adding much and letting me ramble on. “What about you?” I finally asked. “Oh, I just haven’t been that interested in girls lately.” “Shit, how long’s it been since you got laid.” “A couple of days,” He gave me a look that seemed to dare me to ask questions. “Doesn’t sound like you’re not into girls.” “A bold assumption.” “What?” “You’re assuming that because I got laid there was a girl involved.” There as that look again, daring me, pushing me onward. “If there wasn’t a girl then… what?” “What?” “You had sex with a guy?” He looked down for a moment, almost embarrassed and then looked up, his eyes defiant, “So what if I did, you got a problem with that?” I paused for a long time. That flicker went through me again. I saw his chest rise and fall, the thick hair matted down with sweat. I smelled his sent, manly and raw. I took in the patch of his leg right by his crotch devoid of hair. The swell of his bulge in the white briefs, drew my eyes down, until I finally dragged them back to his face. His strong square handsome face. Big green eyes sparkled at me in the quickly dying candle. I took in his messy blond hair, how it fell in unkempt waves around his shoulders, he thick sideburns that grew down his cheeks. My friend looked exactly the same and yet different. Or maybe I’m different. “No,” I said, after a pause that felt way too long, “I don’t have a problem with that at all.” Another long pause. “So some guy fucked you?” “Another bold assumption,” Brett had some of his confidence back, and grinned. “What?” “I fucked him,” now he was on a roll. Shifting slightly so he was turned towards me on the couch. “How… I don’t… how does that even work.” “You really want me to tell you?” “Yeah… I mean, sure… why not.” “Ok… Or I could show you.” “What,” I was panicking, “I’m not…um…I’m not…” “You’re hard as a rock.” I hadn’t realized it but he was right, and in just my briefs it was totally obvious. I was hard, the thought of Brett fucking a guy had gotten me completely hard. He shifted on the couch and leaned forward, getting closer to my face. “It’s ok, so am I.” In his new position I had an even better view of his crotch and when I looked down I saw an obvious boner pointing off to the side in his briefs. He leaned even closer, I could feel his breath on my face, “So why don’t you let me show you. If you want to stop, we can stop whenever you want.” And then… He kissed me. For the first time in my life a man’s lips were pressed to mine, and what’s more I liked it. It wasn’t like kissing a girl, all soft and sweet smells, it was rough, and scratchy. Brett smelled of sweat and heat. His hand found the back of my head and held me tight. It was different and it took me only a moment to decide I liked it. Our kiss quickly lost all caution, and his big hands pulled me on top of him. I was straddling another man in my underwear when only a few moments before I had never consciously thought about even kissing another man. My hands started to explore him. I felt the roughness of body hair, and his slick skin. I felt his muscles and veins. I felt the heat of his erection pressing into my leg. My heart felt like it was going to explode and I could feel a massive wet spot forming in my underwear at the tip of my own raging erection. I finally broke the kiss, and said “So, how does this work?” Brett smiled, and chuckled, “It’s the same things you do with girls just two guys.” I laughed. “What do you want a girl to do before you fuck her?” “Is one of us getting fucked tonight?” I was suddenly very nervous. “Maybe, but lets cross that bridge when we get there.” He shifted me so I was back on the couch, and then got down on the floor. He moved between my legs. Hooking his thumbs into my briefs he pulled them off and my cock sprung free. “Fuck, I knew you’d have a nice dick.” “You’ve thought about my dick?” “Not as much as I’ve thought about your ass.” He spat on my head, and dove forward. No girl had ever done that to me. I don’t think I’ve got the biggest dick in the world but it’s not small and most girls didn’t like blowing me. Brett however had my cock all the way down his throat in an instant. He didn’t’ gag at all, he just swallowed and slurped. It felt better than anything I had ever done before. My eyes rolled back, my body was tense and pleasure crashed over me. I forgot about the heat, I forgot about the blackout. I forgot about everything. If this is what sex with guys is like…well I don’t know. I guess that’s the problem. “Fuck don’t stop, I’m gonna cum.” I said. My fingers now twisted in Brett’s hair. “Oh no you don’t,” Brett said, and pulled off of my cock. I was gasping. My cock was throbbing. I had been so fucking close. He stood up, covered in sweat now. There is no pretending I wasn’t looking at him sexually now, I was. Brett is hot and I now knew it. He pushed his own underpants to the ground and kicked them off into a corner. If I had thought my own cock was bigger than average I was put to shame by him. It was big and thick, with a long hard looking vein running along the top. His balls hung way down low below his shaft, and his pubes were a thick forest at the base. I don’t know how this all is happening, or happened. The beer, the heat? Maybe writing it out will make me understand it. Though if I’m honest writing it all down has just made me horny as fuck again. Brett didn’t have to tell me what to do. I knew. I leaned forward, slid off of the couch so I was on my knees in front of him, and started to give him a blow job. I must have been terrible at it, but in that moment, I was lost. I was just slobbering all over his cock. I had one hand at the base and the other holding his furry ass cheek. Brett was moaning, his hands on the back of my head. He kept pushing his cock a little deeper into my mouth. I felt like my jaw as stretched wider than it ever had been, which is probably true. I tasted the salty sweat, and found instantly that I like it. I could smell his musk even more as my nose got closer to his pubes and it turned me on even more. “Fuck,” he groaned, “you’re a natural.” I remember him saying that so clearly because it made me feel proud. I slobbered on his cock till my jaw hurt. I think he sensed me slowing down and he let go of the back of my head. He pulled me to my feet and kissed me again. This time he shoved his tongue in my mouth. The kiss was rough, and passionate. The kiss you give someone in the throes of lust. “Jaw tired?” he asked. “Yeah,” I replied, feeling sheepish about it. “No worries, stamina will come. Come on.” He dragged me out of the living room and into his bedroom. I followed willingly. Once in his bedroom he pushed me back on the bed so I landed on my back. He pulled my legs so my ass was right at the edge of the bed, then he got on his knees again. I thought he was going to suck me off, but he grabbed my legs and pushed my knees into my chest. Then something happened I had never even thought of before. Brett’s tongue brushed against my asshole. He licked it like he was eating a pussy. He pushed against my tight hole, and then danced around the edges. His tongue flicked back and forth, making me moan and squirm. It was like nothing I had ever experienced and it was blissful. My cock was now leaking like a hose and my stomach was covered in precum. My legs started to feel like Jello. Brett’s continuing tonguing of my hole was sending my body into over drive. I felt myself relaxing and giving in to him. His tongue started to push past my hole, entering my virgin ass. “Remember when you asked if one of us was getting fucked tonight?” He asked, his face wet with spit. “Yeah,” I panted. “I think your hole is answering that question for you.” He stuck a finger in his mouth, and drew it out slowly. I gasped as his slick finger pressed against my hole, and then slid inside me. For the first time in my life something had just gone inside my ass. A massive wave of pleasure crashed over my body. I had never felt anything like it before. I wasn’t tense at all, I was relaxed, giving in. He took the finger out, and stuck it and the next one in his mouth. Just as slowly as the first time he pulled them out and then slid them inside my hole. “Do you want that?” “Want what,” I gasped. “Do you want me to fuck you?” “I…” he twitched his fingers inside me, “Fuck, yes I do. I want you to fuck me.” “Good,” he leaned forward and kissed me, “I want to fuck you too.” He took his fingers out of my hole and spit into his hand. First, he smeared the warm spit all over my hole, and then he repeated the movement lubing up his cock. I’d been here with girls before, the moment before penetration, but now the roles were reversed. I felt the blunt head of his cock against my hole. He pushed with a gentle firmness, almost willing his cock inside of me rather than forcing it. He leaned back and dropped a big drop of spit onto his cock. The pressure increased and then my body gave way. His cock entered me and I gasped. Or maybe I screamed. I’m not really sure. Something broke within me, that I do know. The waves of pleasure that had been washing over me was Brett fingered me were now a tsunami. They crashed over me, breaking as I felt his bush against my ass. Softly Brett kissed me. He held me in place, his lips locked to mine as he very, very slowly started to fuck me. I know I was whimpering, I couldn’t help it, it just felt so good. His cock was doing things to me I had never imagined possible. He held me tight even as he increased the pace. He wasn’t just fucking me, he was making love to me. All of the affection of our friendship was in this moment. “You ass feels so good.” “I cant belive I’m going to say this, but your cock feels amazing.” “You want to get really fucked now?” “What are we doing now?” “Now I’m just inside you. Do you want me to fuck you like the guy earlier this week? Were you imagining what it would be like to get fucked when I told you about him? Is that what got you hard in the first place?” I reached up and grabbed him, pulling him in for another kiss, and as it broke I said, “Fuck me.” I really cant believe I said that but I did. I said it and I meant it. I said it with hunger and lust. I wanted it. If he had pounded that guy earlier in the week I wanted to be pounded. I wanted to be fucked. Jesus – what does that mean for me? Brett grabbed my legs and reared back. Holding my ankles wide he started to pound. The sound of sweaty skin slapping filled the room. He was grunting and I was yelping as my ass was hammered. I felt the resistance in my ass give way. Is this what girls felt like when they got fucked? Was this something different. Without pulling out Brett shifted us on the bed so he was now above me, fucking down into my hole. With each thrust he stuffed almost the full length of his cock into me and then pulled it out again. I was putty in his hands. Sweat dripped off of him and splashed on my chest. I could smell us both and it was intoxicating. Something changed in Brett’s face. It was contorted, hungry. His breathing was shallow and hard. He gritted his teeth and clenched his eyes. He was trying not to shoot. I watched him, almost unblinkingly, as he lost the battle, and then with a roar said, “Fuck! I’m going to cum.” He made to pull out, but almost on instinct I grabbed his hips and pulled him tight to my body. I could feel the throb of his cock as he orgasmed. I took his load inside my hole. As his cock spasmed my own gave a powerful jerk and I spattered myself in my own load. We were both panting as our orgasms came to an end. It was a long time before Brett pulled out of me. When he did, he collapsed behind me in the bed, one of his big arms pulled me close and his kissed the back of my neck. Despite the heat we fell asleep like that, his cock nestled against ass, his load deep inside me, the confusion that’s lead me to this stupid journal not yet setting in. “Holy shit.” Luke said – one hand now thrust down his shorts stroking his cock.

I’ve been in a long term relationship for a while now. I have always stayed faithful until a recent event occurred. I was round my fiancés brothers house one evening and he was telling me how his marriage was struggling and the sex had dried up after having kids. I was giving him tips on how to spice things up a little and reassure him that everything would be good when he made a pass at me. I went with it and I ended up sucking him off and getting railed on the sofa. He didn’t last long but it was the best sex I’ve had in ages and it felt good to have been bred by another man other than my fiancé. I felt enormous guild afterwards and was planning on telling him but when I got home he was all over me and horny and I didn't want to hurt his feelings so I ended up getting fucked by him only hours after his brother. He kept telling me how hot and nice my wet hole felt and I told I had played with toys earlier that day as I often do. He came hard in me and the whole time I was thinking about his brother again. Not really sure what to do about the whole situation. They are a very close family so I can’t possibly tell him. Any advice? I think a bit turn on is having another man’s cum in me again. I use to have annon sex all the time before this relationship and I think I’ve realised I miss it.

Billy, or William as he was named on insurance documents, lived in a trailer park down near the railroad tracks. He was a dirty, always ripe pig of a man and a handyman in and around town. His trailer got hit pretty bad in a storm and he was lucky enough to have insurance and I was lucky to be assigned the claim on behalf of his insurance company. I decided to see other losses in his area and drove overnight, staying at a local motel in the town where Billy lived. After getting myself settled I drove out to the trailer park and it was pretty well wrecked, with a couple people picking over their belongings. When I drove up to Billys place, he was standing there kicking around at the wreckage. I walked up to him and introduced myself, and immediately got a big hit of his body odor, chem sweat and overall musk, and my cock got hard. Billy was 60 but looked older. About 5’7 and 120 pounds maybe, lean, grey oily hair n beard, with old faded tats. It was hot, and he was wearing a dirty, sweaty, t-shirt, overalls boots. As I took him all in, I can’t believe how turned on I was. Expressing my sorrow for his loss, i explained the process of getting him back in his home, but Billy didn’t seem to care very much except for the money that he was being paid to live, as it turns out in the local motel where I was staying, and what he was going to get for a new, furnished trailer. I continued to tell him that I needed to take some notes and walk around and look at the debris, to figure out how much we were going to pay him. As we walked around, and picked through the loss I quickly realized that $15,000 would be more than enough to replace all of the worthless junky shit strewn about. I have a practiced eye for loss and when I was looking through the mud and debris I noticed an assortment of broken glass pipes and assorted party goods. I also spotted an overturned dresser drawer with dildos lubes, and the remains of a sling, partially buried under the mud, wood and siding. At first I wasn’t going to mention anything to Billy, but deal with it later in my report as something or other, but he surprise me when he brought it up casually. “guess whatever you’re going to give me will be enough for me to replace my playthings, huh“ “Good that I made sure to grab my stash.“ Sure, I responded startled,” it looks like you have a nice collection of things that’s been damaged or lost.” Billy just smiled at me, where I noticed his shitty dental work, and that he was eating chew. As we walked through the rest of the mess, he spit a great big gob on the pile, I guess as an act of goodby and good riddance. With total perversion on my mind, and billy’s stink in the air, I knew that I was going to turn this into a very good, easy insurance loss, and a personal must have for me. It was hot and steamy outside and I was really sweating a lot, so I suggested to Billy that I was going to go back to the hotel to write up my notes, and maybe I’d see him there, later. he was good with that, and only wanted to know if he could pick through some things for personal belongings. Sure I said and left. A couple hours later I was ready to go out to the waffle house and grab something to eat, and as I was walking out of my room, there was Billy taking things into his room down the way. I walked up to him and immediately got turned on again, and asked him if he had found things that he can salvage. Yeah sure he said, “just bringing in a couple of boxes. I also grabbed a six pack of beer and they’re still cold if you want to have one.” Absolutely I replied and Billy carried the final box into his motel room, and I followed him through the door for what would turn out to be hours of chem-fuled pig sex of unimaginable proportions. There on the floor of his room where two boxes of salvaged dildos, plugs and a salvaged pipe or two, and on the night table was a torch, a new bowl and other works. Billy was absolutely 100% unashamed of the display, and he could care less it seemed. His only concern was that I wasn’t the law, when he said to me, “hey you insurance guys aren’t like police or attorneys or investigators are you?“ “Nah,” I replied, “ feel free to do what you enjoy man. As a matter of fact I like a lot of what you are into,” I found myself saying. “No shit” Billy said, “that’s excellent. I did take a little bit of the insurance money that you paid me to stay here, and I have some fresh party supplies, so let’s go for it.!” That’s exactly what we did. Billy pointed to the small refrigerator and told me to help myself to beer, and he quickly loaded the pipe, torched it and took a huge hit, coughing. “Fuck man that’s so good,“ he wheezed, and said here man let me give you a hit. He got up close to me and me the pipe fired up and I took a deep blast, which quickly resonated throughout my body. I made sure to stand near him and in hell the stench thinking about how absolutely perverted we were going to get. He took the pipe again and took a big hit, and as he was right near me I put my mouth up to his and he shotgunned it into my throat, followed by a stream of chewjuice. “Oh that was good” Billy declared. “ I’ve been hitting it a lot today, but this one was just as good as the last.”. “Are you really into the other thing?” said Billy as he looked over at the box of dirty toys. Grinning I said “getting dirty and filthy with you is what my dreams are made of, pig.” we quickly got naked, savoring the moment, and when Billy suggested that he needed to piss, I told him to do so in the ice bucket…

So some neighbors came over to get some plants, one maybe 50, the other maybe 25, and they both had silver rings on their thumbs and index fingers. They're a Daddy/son couple, and it reminded me that I've seen this occasionally at the bars, etc. Does anyone know the significance? What do the silver (and only that metal) rings, and the placement on only thumbs and index fingers mean?

What can you do? Don't make monogamous commitments that you can't keep. Why is this complicated? And come on. You "couldn't" say no? That's bullshit. You didn't WANT to say no. But you were too much of a coward to talk to your boyfriend to ask permission in advance. Stop being a liar and a coward. Come clean, talk to him. Maybe he doesn't want to be monogamous anymore either. There's only one way to find out, and this is not it.

It's not that simple. The US recently got a large shipment of vaccine doses from Denmark (where they are manufactured). Both my shots came from there. More are coming. [think before following links] https://www.wsj.com/articles/fda-clears-danish-monkeypox-vaccine-plant-paving-way-for-use-of-doses-in-u-s-11658952436 (Paywall) Also, this was a surprise. No one knew it was coming. It was a bad set of circumstances, compounded, and seems to me they're doing a pretty decent job coping. I live in New Orleans (which isn't always the best organized place) and getting the vaccine was easy. There have been multiple vaccine clinics at bars (both the Corner Pocket and the Phoenix) and local health people seem to be on top of it. As gay men it is incumbent on US to protect our own health. Don't fuck as many people (or any) until you're fully vaccinated. You don't want it, a friend had it and it was very unpleasant. I had shingles as a teenager (with similar blisters) and it was NO FUN. It was all over my jerk off hand, so 15 year old me wasa SUPER DUPER unhappy about it.

Hey for sure you could handle it. If you focus on the results in your mind and not the idea of pain, then you will be fine. For me I had a gay tattooist who by agreement inked my hole whilst I was in his sling with my legs spread wide, (at my request) and that in itself gave me an added buzz 😉

Went to a gay sauna last night… bottomed for 6 guys…. A couple were hot a couple were not but I was horny and I wanted their load. Took around 7 loads as one came back later in the evening and had round two. Sucked a few other guys off that didn’t want to bb as well. It was a bit rough towards the end as I’m not use to that much cock in one evening but I pushed through it and enjoyed myself a lot.

Great start! Can’t wait to see this boy be pozzed! Post the next part soon.

That's interesting. I feel that being totally ignored is more offensive than a polite, "no thanks". Is that just me?

I've had 2 MP doses and 4 total covid shots. Also looking forward to the covid shot with the ba4 and ba5 (as @read1 noted). Before pandemic I was a traveling slut. I'd fly 15-20 times per year visiting places for hook up purposes. I miss that life lots. That came to a screeching halt and then I changed careers during pandemic and am starting over at entry level so not only don't i have time to travel, but I also don't have the $$$. At home here I have a few regular buds which has been nice with regard to MP and COVID concerns, but I am planning a couple nights in the Philly area during Labor Day as my "summer vacation", and I'm hopefully going to get a small group together at my motel and have some fun at Club Philly and some of the other quality establishments in the area. I've never been the type to draw dozens and dozens of tops, and there's a ton of bottoms, I'm not greedy. I'll be satisficed with a few loads each day, and I'm hopeful that guys will follow the "if you're sick, stay home" rule which includes any signs of the MP.

For me, I was 24yo. I didn't have sex until i was much older. Back in the 80s, finding gay porn was tough. I had just moved from Texas where it was really tough to find anything gay much less get your ass beaten. Luckily, I ended up in Detroit and found quite a few bookstores with gay porn. I remember the entire experience of driving up and down Michigan Avenue where there were quite a few porn stores. Usually drinking beer and working up the nerve to go into one. When i finally did go into the bookstore, I found the gay section and noticed the theater section Usually sectioned off. After my usual ritual of drinking while driving around for a bookstore to go into, I finally worked up the courage to go into the theater section. I remember the smell, darkness and the individual booths playing porn. So after going into a booth, I remember (i can't remember if it was my first time putting my cock thru a hole), the guy sucking me while i was watching the video. I remember the guy on the otherside telling me to keep putting quarters in the slot so that the movie keeps playing. I remember the guy kept sucking me and using his hand to stroke. He also kept rubbing my groin alot to alternate between my cock, my balls and groin. I distinctly remember how good it felt at one time. Like his mouth grew tighter and warmer around my cock. I was already buzzing from the beer, but the feeling was awesome. I just pressed against the hole. He kept up the sucking (so I thought), and I remember saying I'm going to cum. He put his hand threw the hole and pulled my ass in. He said, it's ok. (It didn't register that the couldn't have talked if he was sucking me). He continued to milk me and I blew in him. Little did I know i was barebacking him. I was ashamed yet elated. (Back in those days, I was dealing with shame for being gay). I was also paranoid, but I remember going back to my apartment and stroking a few more loads out. I also remember how greasy my cock was but thought he just used some oil to make it easier to suck. Reflecting on that moment, I realized it was my first bareback through a glory hole. In a time with AIDs was prevalant along with STDS. I was fortunate not to contract anything. For years, I thought it was the best bj. It wasn't until I turned 45 and living in SF, that I experienced the same thing. In 2010, almost 25 years later, the guy at the gh used his mouth then backed up on my cock and thats when I recalled what I experienced back in 1985. I really never gave it much thought, I just knew that glory holes were and are my fetish to this day.

That is very hot

The next chapter I was going to post was continuing on as Will comes back to Dominic, but an idea hit me which I'm going to go with instead. I'm writing a side chapter for the next chapter in which we will go back to see the first time Dominic saw Will at the gym. It's from Dominic's perspective, giving a bit of insight into everything leading up to him pozzing Will's hole. I'm still writing it, so it'll be a few days before it's posted. Then, I'll post the chapter continuing the story. I've also considered writing a prequel story about Dominic and how he was pozzed. Not sure if I'll do it, but it's a possibility. I've still got plenty of new characters to bring to you first. Glad to know so many of you either want to fuck Will or be fucked by Dominic.

How fucking hot! Still my fantasy, to serve three Tops and take all their seed deep inside. Lucky fuck.

I woke up with a raging hard-on, my girl was out, and she told me she was sore and could not fuck so I went out to the living room to search for a glory hole other than the one I was at for work. I found one in a park nearby. I got dressed and took off to the park. Once there I parked and watches as two guys go out of their cars and headed into the bathroom. I was soon to follow. When I entered there was a guy at the urinal the tall one and one guy in the stall. I went to the urinal to pee. I had gone to blow my load but there I was peeing while this tall guy was jacking his long 9-inch dick, as he smiled at me. I could not help it, once finished my stream, I reached out and jacked his big dick. He was uncut, he had long skin that would guide across his dick head. He leaned in and kissed me; he was a great kisser. I heard the door to the stall open, but I kept kissing this hot man. The other guy soon had my joggers to the ground, and he was licking my hole as I made out with this big, dicked guy. I could only moan into the man’s mouth. Without much warning, the big-dicked man made some motion to the guy behind, as they turned me around the man behind devoured my dick as the big-dicked man lubed my hole so he could slide his big dick inside me. They worked me perfectly making me moan and shoot the man behind me said, that’s it, boy. Give me your cunt. Two minutes later he shot his load inside me. I came a minute after filling the man on the floor’s mouth. The man behind me had cleaned up and wiped my ass with a paper towel. He told me to get dressed and I did, the man on the floor made his way back into the stall. The big-dicked man grabbed my hand and lead me out of the bathroom, and we were soon on a path down a wooded trail. He seemed to know it well, parts were dark, so dark I could not see anything. We soon hit another dark patch but unlike the others this one I could hear guys talking. I was not sure how many but more than two. We stepped off the path we were on and down a slight hill to an open area. I have a fresh one the man said. I soon felt hands on me as one grabbed my head and began to make out with me. My joggers have pulled down again as a finger slide into my hole. I heard a voice say, you’re cum, Jeff. The man who had fucked me said, yea. I felt my cheeks being spread and a tongue begin to eat my hole. The man kissing me broke away and guided my head to his dick. Big thick 7-inch dick leaking precum. I sucked him as my ass was eaten, fetched for five minutes. The man in my mouth came, I swallowed. Another dick was presented and sucked the 6-inch dick, and a minute later the man behind me lubed me up, then slide his thick dick inside me. He seemed a lot thicker than the guy inside me, he fucked me hard and before long I had another load in my mouth. Yet, another dick was presented, a long thin 8-inch dick. I sucked and soon he grabbed my head and fucked my throat, they were doing it in unison. Their dicks were inside me deep at the same time, they seem like they were close to Cumming, before the first one shot their load, I shot my load hands free, the guy behind me followed, then my throat rapist shot. The guys moved backward, then I felt my ass being cleaned up again, Jeff said, get dressed. I pulled up my joggers and he led me up the hill to the path. He stopped and kissed me, and when he broke, he told me what a hot boy I was. He again grabbed my hand and led me down the path to a picnic bench. You could see it clearly with the moon and stars. You could see condoms on the ground as we walked up. He pulled out a blindfold from his back pocket and tied it to my head. He then guided me over to the picnic table and pushed my chest down on the table and pulled my joggers down. He told me not to move, then he grabbed my right hand as he rustled with something under the picnic table, fastened my right hand, and then my left. I told him I had to get back and asked him to let me go but he laughed as he said, I own you slut. Before I knew it he had a ball gag in my mouth, I began to feel hands on my body feeling me. I have not how long I was there or how many guys fucked me. Jeff had left and returned a few hours later to watch the last old man fuck me and shot inside me. He again cleaned up my ass and had me pull up my ass. My joggers were fully soaked. He handed me a pair of shorts so tight you could see my ass and my junk clearly. He then led me to his car. He had me leave his joggers in the park. I was so tired, he took me back to his place, I crashed as soon as he led me to his bed. I slept for a few hours with him, we woke up, and he called me his man. I was not sure about all that, he told me to shower and clean out and he would put some clothes out for me. While I was in the shower, I decided I need to go home. When I got out, I dried off, I looked for my phone, but it was not where I left it. The only clothes were supper tight. I slide on the shorts; it has a cock ring sowed into them. I slide my cock and balls through and started to get aroused. They seemed to be see-through. You could see the outline of my dick and my pubes for sure. I went out to the living room; he whistled and told me I looked so hot. He came over and kissed me. My worry melted away as he fled me all over and told me I was the hottest boy he ever had. He told me to eat up and he had a surprise for me. I ate the small amount of food he had out for me. Grits and bacon, I brushed my teeth, and we headed out. Feeling a little self-conscious about what I was wearing, I walked fast as people stared. Jeff seemed to take a long time to unlock the door but finally did as a tall guy walked by and said, Jeff, you outdid yourself this time. The guy was young with tats, he brushed his hand against my ass and asked Jeff if he could hit it later. Come to Club, the boy is on his way to joining. Let give me twenty minutes, I would like to use him first. We got in the car, and he immediately said, that is Jess he loves to fuck hot boys. Did you have fun last night by the way? I began to say, well it and he interrupted me and said tonight would be better. He then leaned over and kissed me. We drove off to a seedy part of town, and pulled up to an old building, he then led me inside. It was totally nice inside, there were a few guys in the bar, five I could count, and the bartender. He walked me over to two guys sitting in the back of the bar and introduced me, boy this is Wayne and Derreck they will both be fucking you later. I invited them, I am going to leave you here with them. Wayne will know what to do with you. Jeff sat me next to Wayne who put his hand on my leg and rubbed it as he talked to Derreck. Wayne got a text and he said, boy, you are up in twenty minutes. I said what? He said you are the entertainment today. I began to ask what he meant but he leaned in and kissed me hard. He broke off and told me we should got in the back. We both got up and he led me to the back room and pinned me against the wall and made out with me. He was making me so hot. He slides off my tight shorts, then began to suck my rock-hard dick. I was just about to cum, so he pulled off and had me turn around and he ate my hole. I went to jack my dick and he slapped my hand away. Pulled off my hole and said, fucking leave your hand where they are. Do not touch your dick boy. I put my hand back up on the wall. A few minutes later he pulled off my hole. He guided me over to a bench and got me up on it. He strapped my hands and feet in and blindfolded me. Once he did, I heard the door open and close and then felt hands on my ass. Wayne came around and fed me his cock a nice 7-inch dick the perfect size to deep throat. I felt my hole being lubed up and fingers sliding in and out of me. He was working my hole well. He then pulled out and slide his dick all the way inside me. The fucker must have been ten inches long and thick. It hurt but Wayne kept his dick down my throat so I could not pretest much. He continued to fuck me long and hard for twenty minutes. Ten minutes in Wayne shot his load and left me with this man I had no idea who it was, but I was not just moaning, and he had made me cum twice. He was fucking me so deep, and he was so thick. He started to breathe heavily, and he grunted and shoved his dick deep and shook as he said boy, I approve your acceptance into our club, you have my vote inside you. He kept sliding in and out of me. You have many other supporters here who plan on voting. They will be coming in shortly. You will make a great addition to our club. He had softened, so he slowly pulled out. I laid there wondering what the fuck he was talking about. Was this a club, I never asked to be part of it? Is that what Jeff wants? He is hot but I really do not know him. Besides I really need to get back to my life, my real life. I heard the door open and guys coming in. I had my mouth and throat fucked, my ass filled with cock and cum for the next two hours. Load after load was shot inside both holes. Then Jeff came in and said, okay the party is over. Five minutes to shoot your wad and he must clean up. The last three guys got off with one shooting his load all over my face. Jeff untied me and pulled the blindfold off. He helped me up and took me to shower in the corner. Once I cleaned up and cum stopped dripping from my ass and pushing its way out, I came out of the shower and dried off. He handed me my clothes and leaned in and kissed me. I was feeling out of sorts. I felt like I was just raped by a bunch of guys that I had no idea who they were. When he broke the kiss, he told me I was so hot, and he loved having me as his boy. He looked at me and said, you know you can never have another man unless I say. Do you understand boy? I started to say, but… He put his hand up to my lips and said, do not say anything just nod yes. He held his fingers there and grabbed my neck with his other hand and squeezed so I nodded yes. We will text your girl that you are leaving after we pick up some things of yours. You will not need her; you are now my pussy boy. Do you understand? His hand was still on my neck. We need to get you home and some rest, you have a date tonight. That tall, tatted guy wants to have you tonight. He was the first guy who fucked you today here at the club. You will need to rest up, he loves to use a bottom like you. I did not think I could take anymore but Jeff took me home and I slept till he woke me and told me it was time to shower. Make sure you clean out he said. I did, so much cum mixed with some blood. They fucked me hard today. There I was, I cleaned up and started to get hard. I got out and toweled off and Jeff came in and spoke. Nice boy, you are horny for this, aren’t you? He walked in and grabbed my dick and jacked it. He played with my balls, it felt good. He kissed me, you are such a hot boy. Then he grabbed my balls and squeezed them hard. I tried to scream out, but he held my mouth with his other hand, and I soon lost my erection and he let go of my balls. He quickly put a cock ring on me and then he slipped a cage on my dick. I protested but he grabbed my neck again and I got quiet. Your date tonight does not do dick. If you don’t cage it, he will torture it. I am doing you a favor. He handed me clothes to wear, they were see-through. I slipped them on, and the cage was so prominent that is almost all you could see. The top was tight, and my ass cheeks hung out. There was a hole at my ass hole. Jeff said, fuck you look perfect. Jeff sat me in the living room, we chatted while we waited for that tall, tatted guy. I heard the door and Jeff got up and answered. I could hear the guy ask if the boy was ready. Jeff said yes, he is more than ready. He is in for a hard night the guy said. I was nervous. This beautiful tall man walked over to me and rubbed my left nipple. He said, you have the smallest tits, but they are so sensitive he pinched it and I jumped. Just like bitch I used to fuck. Let’s get you to the bar, I need to show you off.

Part 9 That afternoon we all went on a bus tour of Berlin and saw all the sights and then we stopped for an early dinner, where, as always, quite a lot of alcohol was consumed. When we got back to the hotel, I had a rest and then I got ready to go and meet a couple of guys I had arranged to hook up with. I was feeling very horny and had arranged to meet up with two poz guys - they were a couple, neither of them on meds, and were looking for a hole to breed with their unmedicated loads. I had been HIV positive for about eighteen months now and I had discovered that it really turned me on to be re-charged every now and then. I found my way to their flat. They were two good looking guys - one was a bear in his late 30s, with a bio-hazard tattoo on his shoulder and the other was a thin ginger skinhead who appeared to be a few years younger. They told me their names - and then indicated that I should get on my knees and soon their trousers and pants were down and I was sucking on two nice big hard cocks, moving from one to the other until they pushed their cocks into my mouth together. The bear turned round and bent over the bed and I pulled his cheeks apart and pushed my tongue up his arse and started licking him. His boyfriend pulled my pants down and began to finger my arse and soon he was rubbing some lube into my hole. I took off my trousers and pants and knelt up on the bed as the skinhead pushed his cock into my arse and began to fuck me. I know I always say I'm more of a top, and that's true, but sometimes I just want to be used, fucked and bred and this was one of these times. The skinhead began to fuck me harder and I was loving every minute of it and then he pulled out and his partner took his place. They took turns fucking me for a while and then the bear pulled out and indicated to me to get on my back. I laid on my back and raised my legs and he went straight back up me and began to fuck me even harder. The skinhead squatted over me and pushed his arse into my face and I noticed that he too had a bio hazard tattoo - on his arse. As soon as my tongue went up him I realised he had a load up his arse and almost immediately he began to push it out into my mouth. This turned me on even more and I didn't resist as he pushed the rest of it out. When he had finished, he moved round and took his partner's place up my arse. As the skinhead fucked me, his partner rubbed some lube into his hole, stepped up behind him and pushed his cock up his arse. The skinhead stayed still for a moment and then began to fuck me again, now fucking himself on his partner's cock as he hammered my arse. I could tell he was getting close and a couple of minutes later he bent forward over me and groaned and I knew he was breeding me. The minute he pulled out my arse, his partner pushed up me and began to fuck me really hard. After just ten or twelve more thrusts he told me to take what he was giving me and shot his dirty load right up me. I left and made my way to the underground, now horny as fuck with two high viral loads up my cunt. I was quite looking forward to spending some time on my own that night. Lewis was taking Neil out for a meal and drinks to thank him for being his best man and I knew that Jamie, Jamal and Robert were going out on the town together. I wasn't sure what the others were doing but I knew exactly how I was intending to spend the evening. I had discovered the Tiergarten the last time I was in Berlin, when one of the guys I fucked took me cruising there. It had been pretty raunchy on that occasion and I was looking forward to getting my pants down in the open air and hopefully taking a few more loads with no questions asked. I was fairly sure I could remember the way and I came out of the S Bahn, walked past the Burger King and along the road towards the roundabout and before long I had found the area I was looking for. There were already quite a few guys cruising around and passed one fit guy who had his cock out and went down on him. I sucked him for a while and then stood up, pulled my pants down and bent over, offering him my arse. He went straight up me and began to fuck me. He said something in German I didn't understand and then repeated it in English. "You have already been fucked?" I nodded and he pushed me forward and began to fuck me really hard. I sensed he just wanted to get off and I bent forward and enjoyed another good hard bareback fuck. He didn't last very long and soon I was being bred for the third time that evening. A short time later I joined a group of guys who were wanking and sucking and at one point I was standing opposite a good looking guy who looked to be around my age - mid to late 20s. He had a nice big cock and I leaned forward to suck it. As I was sucking his cock, I felt hands on my arse, pulling my cheeks apart and fingering my hole. Then I felt a cock pushing up my arse and seconds later I was being fucked again. I decided not to look round to see who was fucking me - I didn't really care who it was - and I was quite happy to be fucked by anyone who wanted to breed me that night. The guy fucking me shot his load and another guy went up me as soon as he pulled out. When the second guy pulled out, the guy I was sucking pulled his cock out of my mouth and moved round behind me. I felt his cock pushing up my arse and I bent forward, sucking on any cock that was presented to me and enjoying what was turning out to be one of the horniest cruising sessions I had experienced in a long time. I felt the guy fucking me getting ready to cum just as one guy shot his load in my mouth and another wanked his out all over my face. As I bent over to pull my pants up, I could feel some of the cum running down my legs and decided to take a break. I remembered that the guy who had taken me to the Tiergarten before had shown me another cruising area, which as far as I could remember was just across the road from this part of the park. I set off back up the path to the road, enjoying the cool night air and enjoying even more the sensation of my arse being well and truly loaded. A short time later I found the other cruising area, which was quite quiet. There was a toilet block which appeared to be open all night and nearby were some table tennis tables. When I had been there before, some guys were bent over the tables getting fucked. This time there was only one guy, a stocky, older guy with a really fit arse, bent over the table with his pants down. I was tempted, but I didn't want to cum just yet. I noticed a young guy with dark hair and glasses, who looked to be in his late teens or early twenties. He was thin and quite nerdy looking and was looking over at the tables as if he wanted to join in the action but wasn't quite confident enough yet. A tall young black guy moved in behind the guy bent over the table. He pulled his trousers and pants down and I heard the other guy groan as the black guy went up him. So far I hadn't seen anyone use a condom and I watched them fuck for a while and then made my way back to the cruising area on the other side of the road. It was a bit busier and, feeling even more horny than before, I watched a young guy getting fucked over a tree branch and when the guy fucking him had finished , he pulled his pants up and wandered off. I decided to take his place and soon I was leaning over the tree branch, pants down, arse in the air. It was not long before someone went up me and, once again, I didn't look round to see who it was. I stayed bent over the tree for a while and was fucked by several guys, some of whom shot their load up me and some who just fucked me for a while and then pulled out. As far as I could tell, none of them used condoms. After a while, most of the guys had wandered off and I decided to call it a night. I was still very horny though - in addition to the two guys who had fucked me earlier in the evening, I guessed that at least some of the guys who bred me in the park were also poz, and I was feeling at my most toxic. I decided to take a last walk across the road and see if anything was happening there . Two guys were now bent over the tables, both being fucked, and the young lad I had seen earlier was still there watching. He had moved a bit closer to the tables and as we both watched the scene in front of us, I began to cruise him. I didn't think I could get him to bend over the tables, but I thought I might get to fuck him if I got him somewhere quieter. He was clearly interested, and after a while I was rubbing my cock through my trousers and he was doing the same. I was about to suggest moving somewhere quieter when he moved towards the tables. He looked behind him to make sure I was following him and then, to my surprise, he pulled his trousers and pants down and bent over the table, looking over his shoulder at me. As I moved in behind him, he reached round and pulled his cheeks apart, exposing his arsehole. This lad was clearly up for it! I felt his hole and found it lubed, so I wasted no time in moving in behind him, positioned my cock against his hole and then pushing it slowly up his arse. He was very tight, so I gave him a moment to get used to my cock and then I began to fuck him. He groaned and bent forward over the table as I began to fuck him harder and soon he was moaning and playing with his cock as I fucked him, enjoying every minute of feeling my cock thrusting up his tight young arse. I hadn't cum all evening and I was super horny after being fucked so many times and before long I was getting close. I took hold of his hips and began to fuck him as hard as I could and then I felt myself starting to cum. It felt like I was never going to stop cumming as I fired load after load of highly toxic dirty cum into his tight young arse. As I pulled out, I realised we had attracted a bit of an audience and, as I stepped back, another guy moved forward and went up the young lad's arse. Three or four older guys were watching and wanking and I was fairly sure the young lad was going to end up getting gang banged. He had started off very shy and hesitant, but he was now totally into being fucked. I was pleased that I had helped him on his way to becoming the cumdump he so obviously wanted to be. I was tired now and started to make my way back up the path to the road. A little further ahead I saw a stocky ginger guy in a sweatshirt and jogging bottoms standing just off the path and my first thought was that he looked very like James from our group. As I got nearer, I realised that it was James. He was standing back from the path, and I noticed that he had his hand down the front of his jogging bottoms. He was facing a little away from me and I realised he was being cruised. A short, dark haired guy had moved in closer to him now and James turned round and moved further back off the path. I couldn't resist following at a discreet distance to see what would happen, and a few minutes later I was watching from behind a bush as James pulled his jogging bottoms and pants down and the guy went down and started sucking his cock. I was getting hard myself now as I watched the guy sucking James's cock and after a while they changed places and James went down and started sucking the dark haired guy. I wondered if James was going to let the guy cum in his mouth, but I realised he had something else in mind as he stood up and said something to the other guy an then, turning around, he pushed his pants right down and bent forward against a tree. The guy moved behind James and pulled his arse cheeks apart. Seconds later, I heard James groan loudly and I knew that the guy had gone right up his arse. I moved in closer and watched James being fucked. The guy was fucking him quite hard now and I began to play with myself as I watched his big cock thrusting up James's arse. I guessed from the way he had slid his cock up James so easily that James must have been well lubed or must have been fucked already that evening. I could tell the guy was getting close and, as I watched, he pushed his cock hard up James's arse a couple of time and held it there and I knew James was getting his apparently straight arse loaded with cum. I know of course that you can never tell which apparently straight guys might be into cock, but I had certainly never thought that I would see James, who talked a lot about his girlfriend and two young children at home, taking it bareback up the arse in a cruising ground. The guy pulled out and disappeared as James straightened up and then bent down to pull up his pants and jogging bottoms and I had a great view of his arse. I had certainly never thought when James showed his arse during the challenge that, not only would I get to see it again, but I would get to see it being fucked! I made my way back up the road and, after first going in the wrong direction, I set off for the short walk back to our hotel. As I walked along, I could feel some of the cum I had taken that night sliding out into my underpants and soaking the back of my jeans, and I thought I should probably have squatted in the bushes and pushed some of it out before I left the park. As I got closer to the hotel, I noticed a couple of familiar figures up ahead - it was Neil and Lewis on their way back from their night out. I could see that Lewis was really drunk and Neil was struggling to support him and keep him upright. I caught them up and soon I was helping Neil to keep Lewis on his feet. This was not easy, as Neil appeared to be almost as drunk as Lewis. As we got closer to the hotel, Lewis was muttering about how he needed to piss, and I realised he was about to unzip himself right in the middle of the street. Neil and I managed to get him up an alley and before long he had unzipped himself and was pissing hard against the wall. At one point, he lurched to the side and pissed all down his trousers. We straightened him up and Neil said "Take hold of his dick." I took hold of Lewis's dick and held it for him while he continued to piss against the wall. When he had finished, I helped him put his dick away and he grinned drunkenly at me and said "Thanks, mate!" We managed to get Lewis up into his room and onto his bed. "We can't leave him like that, " said Neil "he's soaked in piss." Lewis was in a bit of a mess, but I was surprised when Neil said "Give me a hand, mate," and began to undo Lewis's trousers. I hitched Lewis's legs up and Neil pulled his trousers and pants off. Lewis's cock flopped out - it looked as if he was half hard and Neil grinned at me and motioned to me to take hold of it. I shook my head. "No way!" "Go on, mate!" said Neil I was tempted and, encouraged by Neil, I gently took hold of Lewis's cock. Neil grinned at me and motioned to me to play with it. Lewis's cock was already growing in my hand and I began to play with it. Neil grinned and motioned to me to continue and soon Lewis's cock was fully hard and I was wanking him gently. I wasn't sure if Lewis was awake or not now - his eyes were closed but he was grinning drunkenly as I wanked him. Neil was playing with his cock through his trousers and he motioned to me to take Lewis's cock in my mouth. I was very hesitant, but I was also beginning to wonder if Neil and Lewis had planned this between them. Either way, I was horny enough to bend forward and take Lewis's cock into my mouth and soon he was giving little moans as I sucked his cock. His eyes were still closed and he was still grinning and clearly enjoying being sucked as his cock was getting even harder in my mouth. Neil moved round behind me and put his hand on my arse. "What the fuck?" he said as he felt the cum which had soaked my pants and the back of my jeans. "Is that what I think it is?" he asked I nodded. "Fuck!" he said. He was playing with my arse now, pushing my jeans and pants into the crack of my arse as I sucked Lewis. Suddenly I felt the head of Lewis's cock get bigger in my mouth and almost immediately he shot a huge load of cum into my mouth. I kept sucking until I had swallowed all of Lewis's cum and Neil grinned at me and motioned to me to follow him into the toilet. "You dirty cunt!" he said as he pushed his hand against my arse again. "How many guys fucked you?" he asked I shrugged. "I don't know, six or seven, maybe more." "You dirty cunt!" he said again, "You dirty fucking cunt!" He had bent me forward now and he pulled down my trousers and pants and moved in behind me. I felt his hard cock pushing against my arse. I spread my legs and bent further forward and within seconds he was up me and I was being fucked again. "Oh fuck.......fuck yeah!" Neil groaned as he began to fuck me harder . I suddenly thought of Lewis ad wondered if he was awake. If he was, he could hardly fail to hear us fucking but I didn't have much time to think about that as Neil groaned again and pushed right up me and I knew he was firing a big load of cum right into me. We left Lewis lying on his side, snoring, in just his T shirt and socks and made our way quietly back to my room. It had certainly been quite a surprising evening - and there were more surprises to come before the trip was over.

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7 he sealed his fate He wanted to sleep but he couldn't because his mind was going in all directions, he was horny, he wanted to play with himself, he wanted a new shot of chems, was he sure he really wanted this, what was that about babies and DNA. He didn't know what to do. The Tv flashed on and again he was shown horny images of firm men using a young dude. He couldn't take it anymore he wanted to play with himself but was not allowed by his master or he was going to get punished, but did he want a master. Did he want this life. His hand went down and he wanted to put his hand around his stiff pole to pull it because he really needed to cum. But his subconscious was holding him back. He should not do this he did not want to have to watch again. He wanted and would be a good slave, a slave his master was proud of and a slave worthy of being used. Brad was completely transformed, he was completely stripped of his straight side, all that remained was what his master had imprinted in his mind. That he was a slut, a slave with a mouth to suck dicks and drink piss, a body to torment and a hole to be filled with real men's dicks. The longer the wait for Jack took the harder it got for Brad. But the wait was rewarded after several hours. The Tv went off the dimmed lights in the room became brighter and the door opened. Brad's heart began to beat faster, would his master be happy with his behavior would he be used. Would he also get a fist in his ass today. Jack stood in the doorway and looked at his new creation lying on the bed. He saw Brad looking hungry, hungry for a cock, for a master to serve. Well slut, have you done what your master asked you to do. Have you been a good slut while I was gone. Brad nodded and said yes sir. We will check that then. Get on all fours said Jack and Brad did as asked. The chems were still untouched, and Brad's pole was still hard and there was no trace of seed. Good for you said Jack. Is your pussy ready too said Jack. Brad's head turned red, he knew what his master meant. He had forgotten to rinse his cunt as his master had instructed him to do the first day. Jack saw that Brad was turning red. Jack let out a loud sigh, you are not there yet he slut. How can I use you now he said. You deserve a good spanking, and he went over to the wall where the whips went and took a board and stood behind Brad and hit his ass with it. Brad let out a loud cry with each stroke but Jack didn't hold back and hit harder and harder with each weep. Do you know why I am doing this he ran loudly, Brad who was crying out, yes master I know, I am not a good slut, it will not happen again. Jack slapped a few more times and when he saw that Brad's ass was looking well red he stops. I'll go make another phone call first and when I come back you can just see that you're ready to go. Brad nodded, and said sorry master, I will try harder. Jack walked out of the room and grinned because he knew Brad was completely his now. Brad quickly went to the bathroom and he wanted to flush his pussy but he couldn't because his ass still hurt too much from the beatings he had received. Despite the pain he tried to flush himself but every time he got to his ass he started moaning. With tears rolling down his cheeks he managed to clean himself in front of his master. When he was done he stepped over to the wall with clamps and the whips. He took some clamps, the same ones they had used on cunt and a whip. He put them on the mat in front of the bed and sat himself on the mat on all fours. Jack came back in and saw Brad sitting ready and he looked at the clamps and whip in amazement. What is this slut said Jack, speak. This is to punish me still master because I was not flushed, I want to be a good slut for you master and I hope you will forgive me and make me feel I was wrong. Jack's tongue went over his lips and was surprised in a gooey way of what he heard his slave say. I like hearing that he said. You are starting to learn. But I decide how you are punished and he took the clamps and whip and put them back. Brad wanted to say something, but could barely contain himself, he remembered what Tom had told him, that he should not talk out of turn and that he had nothing to want. Jack took a taser and some pegs, came up behind Brad and placed them on Brad's scrotum. The pegs gave Brad a pinching sensation and with each peg placed he thanked Jack. When all the pegs were placed, Jack pulled hard on Brad's cock and administered a surge of electricity to Brad's balls. Brad moaned in pain and Jack whispered in his ear. I hope you learned your lesson slut. I hope when I come in next time that you're ready to go right away. Brad sobbed and nodded affirmatively. 'Do what is required of you and then we will play a lot together. Don't do this and I'll make sure you don't have any more balls and cock, understood. Brad nodded and said sorry again master, it won't happen again. I actually had a surprise for you but you just proved that you are not ready yet and need some training first. Brad looked sad at the thought that he had just missed out on a surprise. But he was determined to do better and show that he was worth the surprise. He nodded to his master and wanted to speak. Jack saw this and said he could speak. I will do better said Brad I will show that I am worthy of that surprise and deserve it master. Do with me what you will, I am ready to serve you and do what is asked of me. Jack grinned, he had Brad just where he wanted him. Can I really do anything with you he said, will you do anything to make me happy, because if you say yes to this again then there is no turning back. Do you want to feel your master's dirty DNA running through your veins? Jack knew he was taking a risk here because if Brad said no now he could start back from square one. Brad looked doubtfully at Jack because he still didn't know what he meant by dirty DNA. Getting no answer and seeing that Brad looked doubtful he said it again, are you sure you want to do anything for your master. Do you want to feel my blood running through your veins and be mine forever. Brad wanted to serve his master and do anything for him and let go of his doubts. Yes master I want your dirty DNA I want to be yours forever and feel your blood running through my veins. I want to serve you and be used by you like a slut should be used. My body is yours and you decide what happens to me from now on. It was done. Jack looked with pride at his new acquisition. He had just created a new slut, a slut who would forever do whatever he asked. Good slut said Jack, then we will make you my property once and for all. He went over to the table where the slam was ready and took a tourniquet and tied his arm off looked for a good vein and stuck the needle from the prepared slam in it. Brad looked at the slam with hungry eyes and had hoped that one was for him. Jack withdrew the plunger and drew blood up into the syringe. The blood mixed with the Tina and the translucent liquid now turned red. He pulled the needle back out of his vein and unloaded the tourniquet. Brad didn't quite understand what was happening. Why did master draw some blood. Jack told Brad to come sit on the bed, Brad obeyed and Jack tied Brad's arm off and looked for a good vein. He stuck the needle in the vein and said to Brad you may prove that you mean business, and yourself inject your master's dirty blood into your vein. If you do that you prove your loyalty to me, and confirm that you are my property forever and that I will decide everything for you from then on, that you will let my HIV DNA flow into your body and want to be a positive slut, and that you accept your new status. Brad got the syringe in his hands and he didn't know what to think about first. Had he heard correctly. HIV, property, HIV. He hesitated. Jack came up beside him and whispered in his ear. When you push that syringe into your vein you will forever be my son, my slut son, I will always take care of you. When the syringe is empty I will reward your pussy with my pole and you will get a nice portion of seed. I will always keep you on a good high from then on and provide you with all the cocks and seed you have left. Brad looked into Jack's eyes and put his finger on the plunger. His thoughts were going in all directions. He realized that when he pushed the syringe into his vein there was no going back and he would forever be Jack's property and have nothing more to decide or say and he would make himself HIV positive. The days long abuse, little sleep left him unable to think clearly and the desire for his masters pole, the desire for the Tina and his promise to be a good slut took over. Carefully he pushed on the plunger and the Tina mixed with Jack's blood disappeared gently into his vein. A smile appeared on Jack's face and said, good girl squirt your master's tainted blood into your vein. Just a little more and you will be my son. Brad looked at Jack in love and pushed harder on the plunger, he felt the liquid flow into his vein. Jack watched the liquid disappear into Brad's vein and his cock began to spontaneously harden. As the last drop disappeared from the syringe and went into Brad's arm, Brad's fate was sealed. Jack took over and pulled the syringe from the vein and unloaded the tourniquet. Brad coughed heavily, he felt the Tina flow through his body and began to fly briskly. Look son how proud you've made your daddy. My pole is starting to leak from it. He took hold of Brad's head looked deep into his eyes and saw that Brad was looking at him in love but fully flying. Brads mouth fell open and Jack started kissing him. Brad groaned, yes daddy, use me daddy, from now on I am all yours. I will give you what you deserve my slut son. You have made me completely hard with your decision to become my son. He pulled Brad's hair and turned him around. Without hesitation he pushed his pole hard into Brad's still tight pussy and began to fuck him hard. Brad groaned in pleasure, you won't regret this slut, from now on your miserable life will only revolve around serving, serving real men. Your body will be used and abused and you will enjoy it and beg for it. Jack thrust his pole hard into the pussy of Brad who was in slut heaven. It wasn't long before Jack was squirting his seed into the bowels of his new son. He fell down on Brad's back and took a breath. Brad was still fully flying and didn't realize Jack was out of the room for a moment. When Jack came back in he saw Brad playing with his pussy, watching him take the seed that was running out of it with his fingers and put it in his mouth. I like to see that slut said Jack, never let anything go to waste from what you get from master. He offered him his limp cock which was still on was dripping. Lick your master's pole clean slut. Brad opened his mouth and eagerly licked his daddy poper's pole. When his pole was licked clean he took Brad and placed him on all fours on the fuck bench. He was secured to the bench so he couldn't get out. Brad felt something being placed against his pussy and then Jack came up beside him. It's time for your surprise he said. I will stretch your tight cunt open so I can start your fist training tomorrow. Brad who was still in slut heaven let the drool run out of his mouth and moaned softly. Jack had placed a fucking machine behind Brad. On the machine was a dildo with a narrow tip that was getting thicker and thicker. The machine was programmed so that every 10 min it would push deeper into Brad's pussy, the thickest point of the dildo was 4 inches and when he could get that in he was ready for fist training. Jack some more with Tina laced lube and pushed it into Brad's pussy and started the machine. Brad got even hotter, felt he was sweating profusely and felt his pussy screaming to be fucked. The fucking machine was only in its starting position, stroking his sphincter with each thrust and moving very slowly. Brad hoped the dildo would disappear into his pussy soon and tried to push his ass back but couldn't because he was tied to the fucking bench. Patience son soon your pussy will be pulled open. The first 10 minutes were over and the dildo was now carefully pushing open the sphincter with each thrust. With each thrust Brad moaned softly and asked for deeper, more and harder. Jack couldn't contain his laughter and pulled Brad's hair and told him to be patient. Jack turned the Tv back on and images appeared of a young man being fucked. This time it was footage of Brad himself getting fucked for the first time. It took him a while to realize it himself but when he saw it it turned him on even more. Jack left the room and Brad was now alone with fuck machine slowly but surely stretching his pussy open and the images of himself getting fucked for the first time. After an hour, the dildo was at a point where it was the size of Jack's stiff pole. Brad moaned with each thrust in and because the machine moved very slowly his cunt was getting used to the size of the dildo. His sphincter was completely relaxed and no longer closed completely. Jack came back in, it's time to give you some extra Tina slut. He took the lube and lubed up the top of the dildo and added some extra Tina dust. With the next thrust Brad felt the little shards being pushed into his pussy and he got hotter again. I'll let you enjoy it for a while son then you get some rest because I don't want you to crash. Brad was still in slut heaven and nodded affirmatively. The machine pushed on and when it was 2 positions further Brad began to notice that his sphincter was starting to have trouble. The dildo kept getting thicker and thicker and he noticed that his cunt was being pulled open more and more but that he was at his limit. Every time the machine went one position further he had trouble letting the dildo in. But he had no choice because there was no way he could go and the machine didn't stop pushing until he was deep enough. At the start of the penultimate position, Brad was in pain. His sphincter couldn't take it anymore and he moaned in pain. But after 5 min his cunt which by now had become a hole accepted the new thickness and slid the dildo in smoothly and Brad moaned with pleasure. Just before the last position Jack came back in to see how his slut was doing. The machine began the last position and now pushed the dildo in fully when it reached the thickest point Brad moaned again and cried out that he couldn't take it anymore. Not moan slut, accept your new status and enjoy getting your pussy fucked. Instead of moaning open your mouth and suck on your master's pole. Brad opened his mouth and Jack pushed his pole in. The next thrust of the machine began and again Brad wanted to moan at the thickest point and he opened his mouth even more. Jack took advantage of this and pulled Brad's hair and pushed his cock right down his slut son's throat. Brad could moan no more only gag. Jack groaned with pleasure, the pleasure of his pole being deep in his slut's throat and at the sight of the gaping hole that emerged when the dildo pulled back. Again after a few pushes the sphincter adjusted to the new thickness. Brad moaned no more and began to groan with pleasure again. Jack was so horny at the sight of the gaping hole that he couldn't hold back any longer and began to squirt into his slut's mouth. Brad thought no more of his hole as he tasted his masters seed and eagerly swallowed the gift. Jack's cock went back limp in the mouth of Brad who was still swirling his tongue around the limp cock to lick off the last bit of seed. Good slut, I'll give you another reward for your good work you did and he began to piss down Brad's throat. Brad didn't expect this and choked first. Jack stopped for a moment and pulled his slut's hair and told him to keep it all in. Brad nodded and Jack drained his bladder back further into his slut's mouth. The machine's program was over. Jack untied Brad again and threw his exhausted slut on the bed. He put some food on the bed and placed a pitcher next to the bed. You rest for a while slut. We'll continue tomorrow. If you need to piss later you do it in that jug and drink it again so you stay high in the meantime, understood. Brad nodded and said yes daddy I will. The lights dimmed and Jack stepped out of the room. Brad felt his ass and felt that his tight pussy had now become a gaping hole he could insert 4 fingers into his hole without having to stretch his muscle open. The machine had exhausted him and it wasn't long before he fell asleep.

Part 6 the point of no return Brad's mind was working at full speed, the chems still coursing through his body. He was immensely horny, yet he was still trying to take control of the situation. He had been kidnapped, drugged, tied up, had sucked a man and swallowed his seed, drank his own piss and his ass, his cunt had been fucked and he had begged for this himself. What happened to him, he found himself dirty from all that he had done but at the same time it wound him up. He was in a knot with himself. Did he still like women or did he from now on fall on men, he did not know anymore. He didn't know what to think or do anymore, he had to get out of here but because of that collar he couldn't get further than the door. The TV was still playing a horny porno movie. Brad couldn't control himself and watched it and he felt his cock fill with blood. He looked down at his cock and he noticed that he was getting aroused by seeing the men on the TV, the realization came in that he was definitely not straight anymore and he was not comfortable with this. He was a straight quarterback a real man, a guy who fucked pussies and not a fag who lay with his legs open to be fucked and suck dicks. Yet his hand went to his pole and he began to jerk himself off. He played with himself for a while and let go of his thoughts, still he couldn't cum and after more than an hour the chems had worn off. Due to the lack of chems in his body he began to get down and started and was exhausted, his body longed for another hit of chems. But the pipe and crystals were nowhere to be found. The door opened and Jack entered. Straighten up slut you've had enough rest. Brad stood up and went to stand next to the bed. He was still down and was shaking a little and starting to get cold. He knew what was happening to his body. It was already craving chems. He still wanted to fight it but he knew he would lose the battle. His mind was not strong anymore it was clouded by what had happened in the last few days. He was tired and hadn't had a real moment's rest. Jack saw that Brad was shaking and a grin appeared on his face. He knew Brad's body was craving chems and that he would do almost anything for it, this was the moment he had been waiting for. The moment when the straight quarterback would ask to get another shot and sober up on his knees to suck his cock. These are the moments to cherish he thought, the moment when a muscular dude becomes a real chem whore and you have him completely in your power. Is there something he asked Brad, Brad looked into his eyes and wanted to ask for chems in some form but he fought it. Jack looked at Brad grinning and thought to himself, let him fight it some more he will be craving some Tina soon anyway and then I will have him fully in my power. Bend over slut so I can pull out your plug. Brad bent over and Jack pulled the plug out and set it on the floor in front of Brad. On your knees and lick clean he said. Brad got down on his knees and took hold of the plug and he looked at it but he started to get disgusted at the idea of licking it. The plug was full of slime from his pussy, leftover seed and blood. Did I say you can hold it Jack said and he got a whipping on his back. Brad cried out and dropped the plug. Come on puppy clean lick. Tears sprang to Brad's eyes and he crawled on his hands and knees to the plug and carefully stuck out his tongue. Lick said I, I don't have all day. Brad carefully licked the plug and tasted the Jack's seed again. Faster, and he got another stroke on his back and one against his ass. A red welt became visible on his ass. Take it in your mouth like you would suck my pole slut. You can, you love nothing more than sucking my fat cock, you're a real slut and you shouldn't delude yourself into thinking otherwise. Tears ran down Brad's cheeks and he opened his mouth and took the plug in as far as he could. Jack laughed, you see you can do it, it's not that hard slut. Embrace your new status and everything will be much easier. Brad was shocked that he didn't have to gag at the idea of him swallowing semen. He licked the plug clean and once it was clean Jack stroked his head. Good girl, next time you can do it faster. Again Jack asked Brad if he needed anything and again Brad tried to fight it but he wouldn't last long, his body was craving a new dose of chems. As you wish Jack said. He watched Brad twitch more and saw that he no longer had full control of his muscles. He came to stand in front of Brad with his limp cock. If you want a new high slut you have to ask, we are here to help each other slut. Brad couldn't fight it anymore and embarrassed and defeated came out of his mouth asking for a new dose of chems. What are you saying Jack said, I didn't understand you. Brad spoke a little louder, can I have another dose. That's not how you speak to your master slut, you know that and gave him a whack with the whip. Brad forgave the pain and then spoke loudly may I have another dose sir. That's better slut. You can get a shot if you work for it. You don't get anything for nothing. If you want Tina you will be allowed to pleasure me a little first. You can start by sucking my dick stiff. Brad opened his mouth and carefully took hold of the limp cock without any emotion and put it in his mouth. He needed a new hit Tina his body was begging for it. You can do better slut shouted Jack this way you won't get it stiff. If you, want to feel better you will have to show that you want to indulge my cock that you enjoy sucking my pole. Brad understood what Jack was saying and tried harder. But still he felt no change in his master's limp cock. He stopped for a moment and looked questioningly at Jack, hoping he would tell him what to do. I said that you have to show that you want to indulge my cock and that you love nothing more than to indulge a cock. Again he took the limp cock into his mouth and as he sucked on his master's cock he looked into his eyes. Something was happening to Brad. He saw Jack's approving look and it wound him up and he started sucking with more abandon and his own look changed, he was no longer without emotion but a little slut look came on his face. A look that betrayed that he was enjoying sucking a cock. Jack's pole grew hard. Jack enjoyed the transformation he saw unfolding in front of him for a moment longer and then pulled his stiff pole out of Brad's mouth. Brad wanted more and put his hands on Jack's ass and pulled the stiff pole toward his mouth. Are we getting greedy slut, haven't you had enough of your master's cock yet. Brad began to go into a trance and moaned and wanted that blissful rod in his mouth. He could just barely reach the large glans with his lips and eagerly licked at it with his tongue. He had now completely surrendered to his true self and really enjoyed sucking a cock. You're asking for it slut, I'll shove it down your throat and you won't get Tina until you swallow my seed. At the words seed and swallow, Brad felt a warm feeling rise and he opened his mouth as far as he could. Jack thrust his big black monster as deep as he could. Brad gasped as Jack's cock was completely in his throat. Jack began to thrust into Brad's mouth. From Brad's mouth, drool ran down his throat. Brad groaned and began to jerk his own pole with his hand. Jack was enjoying what he was seeing. The transformation was almost complete. He had transformed a tough straight guy into a cock craving bitch. Good girl, you're doing a good job but don't touch your cock. Keep sucking but good slut suck your master's stick you will get a nice dose of seed and Tina later. At those words Brad jumped up. His body would soon be fed a new load of Tina, he longed to be back in the clouds and flying. Jack pulled his cock back a little and let Brad suck and lick his cock again a little. After a few minutes of firm sucking from Brad, Jack felt he was going to squirt and pulled Brad's hair with both hands and said here it comes slut here you have been waiting for. Just swallow your master's dirty seed. Enjoy my babies let them fill your stomach and transform your mind into a cum craving whore. Brad felt his mouth fill with strands of seed and without thinking about it he eagerly swallowed the strings. He craved more and with each string that came out of his master's head of penis he felt a sense of accomplishment wash over him. The taste of his master's seed was delicious and he licked at the thick glans for as long as he could. Jack moaned heavily and after he finished he took hold of Brad's chin and looked deep into Brad's slut eyes and said he was proud of his slut. Brad's mouth was still open asking for more cock and seed and Jack flummoxed into Brad's mouth, Brad swallowed he eagerly. Do you think you deserve a hit of the pipe now slut. Brad looked at Jack longingly and nodded yes. Jack took his key and opened the cabinet took out the pipe and some crystals. He had put the chems in the cabinet and locked it so Brad would sober up and crave Tina. His plan had worked because Brad ate out of his hand and he did just as planned. He took the pipe and held it out to Brad. Brad who couldn't control himself anymore and had to get a hit Tina and took the pipe in his hand. So rushed, can't do without slut. Brad nodded embarrassed. Jack grinned, I'm glad to see you've become a real Tina whore, slut. We will have a lot of fun with you and you will get a lot of Tina if you do what is asked of you. Jack lit the pipe and the crystals began to melt, the smoke formed and Brad's eyes lit up at the sight of it forming. Once the pipe was filled with smoke he pulled in the smoke and held it for as long as he could. Release said Jack and Brad blew a big white cloud. Brad wanted another hit but Jack now took a firm pull from the pipe and held the smoke in and took hold of Brad and pushed his mouth onto Brad's and blew the smoke into Brad's mouth. Brad felt the warmth come back into his cold body, his spastic features began to lessen, he had more energy and he began to float slightly again. After a few more solid blows, he was ready to be used again. Jack put the pipe away and took out a bottle and told Brad to piss in it. Brad let his bladder run and the bottle filled with dark orange piss. Just show your master what kind of slut you are said Jack when Brad was done pissing. Just show your master how you thank him for the Tina he gave you. He handed the bottle of warm chem nectar to Brad who put it to his lips and in the horny intoxication of the Tina he had just received he poured the bottle down his throat and like an accomplished piss drink he drank the bottle empty. He felt the warm piss running down his throat and into his stomach and he was proud of himself, proud that he could please his master. For a moment, a moment of clarity returned and he wondered if this was the life he wanted but his horniness took over. Well done slut, your belly is now filled with your master's seed and your own chem piss. Soon you will be flying back like never before. Jack stuck his finger in the pouch of crystals and some grit stuck to it. He came up behind Brad and pushed his finger into the open pussy. Brad enjoyed the attention his pussy was getting and moaned in pleasure. He felt the burning sensation coming on and knew that soon he would be very hot get and would float back, that his pussy would scream to be filled and that he would let his true self come back out. Jack took him to the crotch and attached him to it. He took a piece of cloth, stuck it in Brad's mouth and tied him up. Brad was horny, horny because of the Tina that was going crazy in his body, horny because the chem piss was starting to do its job and horny because he was tied to a cross and because he knew he was going to be used, used by his master. The man who had taught him that he was a bottom slut, that he was not a real man but a boy who had a cunt to be filled a mouth to suck on a real man's cock. But Jack went out of the room and Brad stood there alone tied to the crotch. Brad was flying more and more into the clouds and his body and cunt were screaming for attention. The door was open and he heard Jack talking, who was with Jack and would he come and fuck him too. The idea that someone else was coming to use him excited him even more and he was breathing heavier and moaning loudly. Jack came back into the room along with 2 more naked men. Brad who was so high had the drool running out of his mouth and moaned. The first was heavily hairy and heavily built just like Jack and had a shorter but even thicker cock than Jack and had a fat PA ring . The was other was slightly muscular, pale, fully shaved and crawled on all fours and hung on to the chain that connected to his nipple rings via his harness and had a mask over his head. Jump on the bed puppy said the hairy man. Good dog said and he was wiggling his tail. In his ass was a butt plug with tail attached. Jack came and stood by Brad. This is Tom with his dog, and they will show how a real slut should behave. In his previous life Nick was a tough muscular wrestler, but he has discovered his true self and now goes through life as a dog. You have to pay attention slut, you will learn a lot from this. Brad felt the ground sink beneath him. Would he only get to watch another slut get the pleasure of being used. He needed attention himself, his hole needed filling and he wanted to scream for attention but Jack took hold of his nipples and twisted them hard. This time it's not about you slut. You have to know your place. Brad curled his toes in pain. He got another smack against his and was instructed by Jack to pay close attention. Jack stepped up to the dog and rubbed his head. What a good pup you are, he said. Yes said Tom, last week he had the fucking flu and now he has come to terms with his new status. It did take some time to get him clean and behaved, but now he knows his place. So this session is his last before he is castrated. He took hold of the balls and pulled. That's right, bitch, tomorrow your balls will come off and you'll get your slut stamp. From then on, you're just a den to be used and you can go to the kennel with the others to start making money. The dog wagged his tail. For you anything master, I don't need balls to serve you and I look forward to my biohazard tattoo Jack laughed and gave a few pats on the puppy's ass. That's the way we like to hear it puppy, I'm sure you will serve your master well. I'm in anticipation for mine to get his fuck flu, we made a first attempt yesterday but tomorrow he gets a blood slam to seal his fate. You will see there is still work to be done on his behavior and manners, but we have also only started his training. He is starting to break but there is still a long way to go before he can be released. Brad watched as the bitch got the attention and petting from his master. He felt shortchanged and he was shocked at himself for feeling jealousy. He wanted to sit there, he wanted to get petted on his head. The puppy had to get off the bed and was taken to the shower. A drinking bowl was put in front of him and he had to open his mouth. Tom and Jack took hold of their poles and began to piss and the pup had to try to catch everything. Everything he didn't get directly into his mouth dripped off his face into the drinking bowl and he would have to lick it out of the piss bowl afterwards if he wanted to drink. The puppy eagerly swallowed the piss given to him by his masters. When they were done the piss dripped off the puppy's snout and the drinking bowl was half full. You can do better than that said Tom and he kicked the balls of his puppy. The pup whimpered in pain. Enjoy the pain puppy because tomorrow they will come off. The sling was hung up and the dog had to lie in it and his arms and legs were secured. Jack went to the little table and took out a syringe and a bottle of saline. Brad watched what the men were doing and he hoped he would get some attention too if he made some noise. He groaned and wanted to get attention by yelling. Tom stepped up to Brad and pulled hard on his balls. Brad screamed in pain. Your master has a lot of work to do with you, you need to know your place bitch. You need to learn that real men choose who they play with and who has to watch. You don't deserve to play with you your behavior leaves a lot to be desired. This is not about what you want but what we want. Behave or else you will get nothing. Brad who was baring the pain nodded and understood that he had nothing to want here. Tom stepped up to his puppy and took the syringe in his hands. This is the last night you will have your balls, we will take advantage of that. Tom filled the syringe with saline and he inserted the needle into his dog's scrotum and emptied the syringe. The sac filled with saline and Tom repeated this several more times. With each syringe he emptied, the sac began to fill more and more and it began to stretch and come up hard. After the last syringe he was untied and had to go back on all fours. His balls were filled with the saline and hung down heavily. His scrotum colored a dark red because it was straining his skin so much. Tom and Jack looked proudly at the bullocks they had made. Jack took hold of the padded scrotum and pulled lightly on it. The puppy moaned lightly. What are you going to do with it tomorrow Jack asked, are you just going to take out the balls or are you going to remove the sack as well. We haven't decided yet, Tom said, we are asking for both. But I think his sack will be removed as well we have a few left who don't have a scrotum. One thing is for sure after tonight he won't have a hard-on anymore and his testosterone will be low making him a willing object. Tom laughed loudly and Jack grinned and the puppy sat proudly wagging his tail. Brad who was watching jealously but intently saw that the puppy was doing what was asked of him and that he did not speak without being told to do so. The puppy had to crawl around the room and every time he took a step his stuffed balls hit his legs. The heavy stuffed sack gave him a painful but at the same time blissful feeling. This would be the last time he could proudly have his stuffed sack used before his transformation was complete and he was ready for his new life. He was placed on a table so they could get a good look at him. Jack took a wooden board and slapped the puppy's butt. He growled, Tom took some clamps and placed them on the stuffed bag. Now the puppy whimpered in pain. Stop whining called Tom. The puppy barked for the first time and let its tongue hang out of its mouth. Jack quietly continued to beat the dog's butt until it looked nice and red. Tom took a whip and struck the balls of the puppy who now began to whimper again. One by one he took off the clamps and every time a clamp flew off the pup howled. Brad who was still flying and longing for some attention watched with wide eyes how the pup was used by the two masters. From his flaccid cock dripped his pre-cum. He remained silent and he hoped that his good behavior would make the masters notice and that he would soon get a reward for it. He got a few more punches in his balls and when they had let him suffer enough Tom said to his puppy and the puppy barked loudly a few times. It's time for your slam said Tom and the puppy had to lie back in the sling. The plug was removed from his butt. He has been trained that when the plug is out of his pussy he is not a dog for a while said Tom. Jack looked at him approvingly. You have trained him well. From now on you have to call him cunt said Tom he doesn't respond to anything else, isn't cunt. Yes sir said cunt. Brad watched as cunt would get a slam. He himself was in need of a fresh load of Tina too. He felt the previous load starting to wear off, what he did not regret was that his cock was starting to get stiff. As much as he wanted to be used, it turned him on to see the boy lying there. Now he knew for sure, he had changed. He couldn't go back to his former life, he would forever be a slut. The fact that all he could think about was a cock and be used was proof that his true self had come out and that he had actually always been a cock sucking whore. Jack took hold of a point and a strap he tied off the upper arm and looked for a good vein. After he found it cunt felt a small prick. Ready to fly cunt said Tom. Yes sir I am ready to fly and to give my cunt completely to you. Rape me sir, break my cunt in two. I hope you will be satisfied with my cunt and I will do my best to please you. Good cunt we will see if you have earned our seed later. Jack saw a register and then pushed the plunger of the point which was filled with 0.7. Pussy coughed firmly several times and then he started loudly Yeah fuck fuck fuck rape me wide my ass. Fill me with your DNA give me your virus, I need it so bad. Brad's pole was mega hard, his chems were almost finished and he was jealous of pussy who had just gotten a solid slam and was lying there enjoying it. But what was he crying out from DNA and virus. Even though he was starting to get sober his thoughts were still fairly cloudy. He became jealous as he watched Jack move his cock towards the mouth of pussy and it began to suck him like a man possessed. He saw how Jack was enjoying himself. Jack looked at Brad and saw that he was jealous and couldn't stand to see another slut enjoying his master. Jack enjoyed seeing Brad jealous. Jack called out to Brad, this is how you should suck slut look closely then you can try to do it just as well. Tom came and stood next to Brad and pulled on his stiff cock for a moment. I see you are well horny. Brad enjoyed the moment's attention and gave a loud moan. Soon Jack and I are going to fuck pussy good because he has been such a good dog. You see slut, if you are good and do what you are asked then you will be rewarded. You don't deserve to be pampered with our cocks yet. Brad wanted to speak but because there was a piece of cloth in his mouth he couldn't. He wanted to beg to be used and wanted to ask what he had to do to be a good slut. Tom only heard some mumbling and pulled Brad's hair. You haven't figured it out yet, slut. You can only speak when you are asked to speak. Brad understood and nodded. From now on, he would only speak when he was asked to. He wanted to enjoy himself and not have to watch from a distance how someone else got pleasure. But now he had to watch and that made him very sad and he began to feel ashamed that he had not done his best. He was sure that from now on he would do his utmost best. to please his master, and that he would become proud of him. Brad realized that his last bit of resistance had been broken and there was no going back, he had become a slut and he would do anything to become the best slut for his master. Pussy who was still sucking Jack on his cock was moaning loudly. Tom came up behind him and stuck 4 fingers covered with shards of Tina into his hole. Cunt felt his hole getting hot and stopped sucking moaned with pleasure and thanked his master and asked to be fisted. Tom nodded in the affirmative but pulled at the saline filled balls of pussy, knowing your place pussy. You know you can only speak when you are asked to. But you will get that fist and Tom pushed his thumb in and formed a fist and in one motion he pushed his fist in. Brad watched his eyes widen as Tom's arm disappeared into the hole of pussy and he began to fantasize that it was happening to him and he began to rub his ass against the crotch and let out moaning sounds. Jack looked at Tom, your slut thinks it is exactly horny Jack said Tom. Exactly said Jack, I think he will be very willing already tomorrow. Both laughed loudly and Tom proceeded to fist Kut's hole. Tom removed his fist the hole of pussy and saw a nice rosebud come out. Jack looked at it and patted Tom on the back. Tom looked at Jack and nodded at each other, time to fuck him properly. Pussy was untied and had to take a seat on the bed. Jack got on the bed and pussy who was flying high came and sat on Jack's stiff cock and started to ride him. Jack slapped Cunt's ass firmly and she moaned with pleasure. Brad watched this happen and he felt the tears well up. He felt humiliated, cheated and shortchanged. He had never experienced these feelings for a woman let alone a man. He began to realize that he had feelings, but this time it was not for a woman but for a man. Brad realized that he would do anything to like being seen by his master and forgave his grief and tried to hold back the tears. Even though it hurt Brad to see his master enjoying himself he still thought, let him enjoy himself my master deserves to enjoy himself and I should be happy when my master is happy. Tom also got on the bed and pushed pussy against Jack's chest, that way hollow came up more and he could push his cock into pussy's hole too. Pussy felt Tom's cock join it and moaned with pleasure. Fuck yeah he exclaimed. Tom pulled at pussy's hair and began to thrust violently. Cunt moaned loudly and after a few minutes both Tom and Jack felt they were going to squirt. Tom pulled his cock out of Kut's hole and pushed it into his mouth as fast as he could. Cunt sucked for a moment more and felt his masters juice flow into his mouth. Jack groaned for a moment and cried out here comes my DNA cunt , from now on my babies are in your blood and with a few last firm thrusts he too squirted his seed. Cunt fell down exhausted on Jack's chest and removed his limp cock from Cunt's gaping hole. Tom took back the plug with the tail and pushed it into the gaping hole. It wasn't far off that the plug fell out. That's how wide the hole of Pussy was made. Tom took the mask of pussy put it back on and he had to sit back down on the floor on all fours. Tom looked at his dog and said what do you say dog. The dog barked wagging his tail and started licking Jack's feet. Good dog said Tom. Come on let's go, tomorrow is your big day. Tom took the chains back attached to his puppy's nipples and left. Jack came and stood next to Brad and untied him. He had to get down on his knees and lick his master's cock clean. Finally Brad thought, finally I get to suck a cock again. But the pleasure was of short duration. As soon as Brad had licked his master's cock clean he made Brad stop and he had to lie down on the bed. I hope you learned something from this slut. I forbid you to play with yourself and take Tina later. It's ready for tomorrow, but if I see you've been playing with yourself or taking anything at all. Then you won't get off easy. The door closed and the lights dimmed. Brad was alone again, in need of attention. He was horny wanted him to be played with and his thoughts, feelings were completely in knots. The chems had worn off and he was crashing. What was he to do so his master would like him.

Hi guys thanks again for being patient with me. Its been a crazy stretch and it took me a little more time than usual to get this chapter going. Hope you enjoy! Chapter 10 I had no idea what Grant was talking about. But dad clearly did. "It's been a long time since I've been around that. It would definitely make things easier for you guys." I stood by them confused but my focus was mostly on the tv where the group scene was playing. I felt my dads hand on my back. "How about it Coop? You feeling good?" "Yeah dad I'm good." He could probably tell that the shower had sobered me up a little. It probably did the same for him. I looked at him and he looked like he was mullling something over. Like he could make a good decision and a dirty decision and he wasnt sure which one to take. But he was definitely sure. "We're just gonna make this a little more fun for everyone ok Coop?" "I trust you dad." Dad's face was lit up by a smile and it provoked the love of a son but also of someone who just wanted to feel his hard cock deep inside him until the end of time. "Youre gonna feel so fucking good son." Dad turned his attention from me to Grant who also looked like he was trying to decide whether he wanted to say what he was thinking. "The only possible problem is all our doses are the same so there isnt going to be a trial period or baby slam for our boy here." The subject of this conversation was still something I couldnt figure out but being in this room and having one man call me son and the other boy made me want them all to be my dads tonight. I couldnt help but slowly stroke my cock with that thought. "There we go. Our boy is up to it." Grant pulled me closer to him and wrapped his arm around me so that we were now both looking at dad. It made me hard to feel Grants body against mine even though it wasnt really in a sexual way. But I was aware that this was the first naked guy who pulled me into his body besides dad. "How many doses do you have?" Dads smile made it clear that he wasnt thinking about whether we were going to continue the night but how extreme it was going to be for the two of us. I didnt know what a slam was but I at least knew what direction things were heading. "Enough for all of us dont you worry" Grant smirked. "Lets get you guys comfortable." I started to move in the direction of the bed but Grant pulled me close to him again and led me to the sling. "We're actually going to put you in here. That ok?" I looked at dad and he just gave me the "it's fine" nod. I had seen enough porn to know what it meant for me to be placed in the sling. Grant angled the sling so I could get in more easily and then dad secured my feet into loops that kept them in place so that my legs would stay up. I noticed how exposed my hole suddenly became. i also saw that Luke and Dominic had gotten off the bed and were joining dad and Grant around the sling. I felt dads hand on my chest slowly guiding it up and down my torso. I looked up at him. "You ok Coop?" "Yeah I think so." He could tell I was sobering up and getting nervous at what I thought was about to happen. "Don't forget Coop. Im right here ok? Im not going anywhere. If its getting too intense just say the word and we are out of here. No questions asked. Ok?" "Yeah dad. Thanks." Dad leaned down and kissed me on the lips softly. "I'll keep you safe Coop" he whispered. While dad and I were having that private moment, Grant retrieved a leather case that he now had in his hand. As he unzipped it, he asked, "So who's going to be first?" I thought I knew what he was talking about. Who was going to be first to fuck me. But Luke's response made me rethink that. "Shouldn't the boy go first?" First in what? I thought. I didn't ask, just trying to see if someone might just end up saying it. Dad spoke next. "Why dont I go first? I want Coop to see that its fine and theres nothing to be worried about." "Can either of you two help out?" Grant was asking Luke and Dominic. Luke said yes and came closer to Grant who said to us all, "What if we did the boy right after his dad here?" He opened the case and pulled out a syringe. I dont know what I thought was in there but this was not it. Why would we need syringes? In my sobering up state, I was beginning to think that maybe it was a bad idea to come to this room. As if he had read my mind, dad leaned down to me again and whispered in my ear to reassure me. "Theyre gonna put one of the needles in me and youre going to watch me blast off Ill be so high. I want you to experience that pleasure. Im doing it first so you know its safe and also because Im hoping after you see my high you will want it too." I just nodded. None of this made any real sense yet but I trusted dad and if he said I would want a syringe in me after seeing him get one, I was going to watch carefully. Grant pulled out a band and followed that up with another both from the leather case. He handed one to Luke and both proceeded to tie them around dads and my arm. This was making me nervous and then I heard dad say, "I haven't done this in ages" which made me even more nervous. What if things changed since he did it last? What if these guys didnt do it right? What if this was just a trick and they were going to kill both of us with these needles? At the same time I was very curious about what was going to happen. I couldnt imagine being higher than we were tonight. And it was hot watching dad get high off the smoke. That memory from earlier in the night kept me quiet about my fears. I didnt have to wait long to find out. I wasnt paying attention to the needle as much as the way everyone was so quiet and focused on giving Grant the space and silence he needed to concentrate on getting it right. But then when dad ripped the band off his arm it was like everyone went unfrozen as dad raised his arm and his breathing got quick before he let out a couple of coughs. Collectively the rest of the guys reacted with a "Yeah" and "That's right" but I just kept watching dad in silence. At first I couldnt tell what was happening. Was this how he was supposed to react? And then he let out a long "Fuuuuuuck yeah that feels good" with his head tilted back and his hands feeling down his chest stomach and cock. As he stroked it I noticed that somehow it looked even bigger and thicker than before. Dad was leaking pre cum again. His focus looked like it was just on him and his pleasure. Like he wasnt even aware that we were in the room with him. He was just feeling good and he was doing what he could to make that even better. "You ready to feel that kid?" Luke whispered in my ear. I turned to him but didnt respond. Dads reaction was hot but I was still a little scared of the needle. Luke took my non-response as a yes apparently because he held my arm out and placed the tip of the needle at a vein. I was paralyzed or maybe I wanted to help him do it right. Either way I did everything to stay still. This time I watched the needle and didnt look away even when dad saw what was happening and said to Luke, "Yeah give Coop that slam. Get my son flying through the roof." Right as he said it, Luke was pushing the plunger down. As soon as it was all in, he pulled it out and then untied the band around my arm. "Raise your arm kid. Let it get into your system." I raised my arm like dad did and after a slight delay from the moment the band came off the warmth started to build from that arm down to the rest of my body. There was something in the back of my throat or my lungs that started a coughing fit like dads but much longer. I had trouble catching my breath but even in that panic I could feel the warmth just spreading and turning me hornier than i had ever been before. I was lost in my own world enjoying this feeling. It wasnt a high like before. It was just every inch of my body feeling like it was experiencing a pleasure it never had before. It was overwhelming and scary but it was so good that I also didnt want it to end. I got brought back to where I was when I heard Luke and Grant cough almost simultaneously. I looked around and saw them catching their high with Dominic doing his own on his arm. I knew they were hot when I first saw them but I noticed that I saw them differently now. I just didnt care what they looked like. As far as I was concerned they were just cocks and I was a hole that needed to be filled. Dad was standing right next to me his hard cock by my head. I looked up at him and he was looking down at me. He looked like he had more control than when he first got the slam but his eyes looked totally different. I couldnt figure out what it was but it was like someone else was in my dads body and i could only tell from his eyes. "You feelng good son? I told you it would be good didnt I Coop?" "Yeah dad. Feels so good. Does it always make you super horny?" "Yes it does son. You need it dont you?" We both turned our attention to Dominic who at that moment was getting his high from the slam he just gave himself. I hadnt noticed that Luke and Grant were standing over me too with their eyes looking like dads. Soon Dominic made his way over too all with hard cocks and a look in their eye that said they could help me with what I need. "What do you say son?" I turned back to look up at dad. Grant reached down and cupped one hand around my balls and used his finger to reach further down and play with my hole. When he touched it I felt that electricity again and moaned. "Yeah boy. Whose cock do you want first?" Even as Grant touched me and asked me that question, I didnt turn from dad. "Dad will you fuck me again?" "You gonna let these other hot studs fuck you too son? I think theyve been patiently waiting for your tight hole." "Yeah dad. I want all of them." "Fuck son." He looked to the other guys. "That slam got that hole hungry huh?" I nodded. "Let's let these guys make you feel good first ok?" Yeah I was a little disappointed that I wasnt going to get my dads cock inside me again right then but what I needed was to be filled more than anything else and the three other hot hard cocks would do the trick I was sure. But first, dad moved down to my hole and looking at the three men standing around me said, "Let me make sure my sons hole is ready for you boys." I looked down towards him as he grabbed my cock and kneeled down to the ground. He stroked me slow and I could feel the effects of the slam in the throbbing of my cock as dad gripped it tighter. But my moan turned into something uncontrollable as I felt dads tongue softly tease my hole. The sensations that I had never felt before the first time dad rimmed me earlier in the night were nothing compared to what I was feeling this time. The slam made my hole my bodys pleasure center and everytime dads tongue made contact with it I felt like I was going to fly out of the sling. Nothing had ever felt like this and dad could tell probing his sons hole with his tongue as he gripped my cock even more tightly. My body was writhing and I could hear how my uncontrollable motions were creating the sounds of the chains that held the sling up that were mixed with the responses of the men who were watching. Whenever I was able to focus as dad tongue fucked me I saw how the look in the eyes of the other men were looking even darker, almost sinister. The look that said they wanted me and they would do whatever they needed to get me. Any other time I'd be scared but with the slam still coursing through my body it only made me want them more. The only thing I could think to want more than these men fucking me was dad fucking me. But I knew that was coming too so I was going to get my holes hunger fed either way. Dad ate my hole out driving me into a frenzied combination of horny high and needy that made me more and more desperate to be filled. I can only imagine what I must have looked like squirming as I was in that sling. Regardless, the cocks on the men only looked harder and thicker than I had remembered before we all got our slams. As much as I loved the feeling of dads mouth on my hole and his hand around my cock, I could almost feel myself getting impatient from the way the slam fixated my mind on finding satisfaction in just one way: a hard cock deep inside me. Finslly, dad stood back up saying to the other guys, "All right boys. My sons hole is ready. Whos going first?" I looked to the three men standing on either side of me not sure who I would choose if I was given the choice. The only solace I had was in knowing all three of them would get a turn. "Maybe our host should do the honors" dad said. "After all, none of us would be flying without your help tonight stud." Grant looked at dad and then at me, both of us nodding at him. That was all he needed as he stepped into the spot dad just took a step from. He hadnt let go of his hard and leaking cock, stroking it slowly now as we looked deeply into each others eyes. I took my cock into my hand now that dad was just going to watch. The touch of his wet and thick cock head against my hole made me shiver like his cock was triggering an aftershock at my hole from the slam. Pure pleasure that I realized I could only experience through the feeling of a cock pushing into me. He started pushing gently and slowly and then the look on his face changed to one that was a mix of surprise and want. "Fuck I can feel you sucking me in. So fucking hungry for my cock. So tight around me." Grant didnt speed up in response to my holes impatience. He was letting me feel every inch slowly like it was my job to memorize it taking his time. His cock felt thicker than dads and I could feel how it was widening me by stretching me out as he pushed in. "So fuckin hot watching your cock disappear into my son like that." Grant turned to dad and smiled."Yeah? You like watching me fuck your son? You like seeing this raw cock just get so deep into this boy you made?" It was the word raw that I heard most clearly. I had been terrified of what it meant not to practice safe sex. There were condoms in our room I'm sure there were condoms in this one. But the fear was not what that word provoked when Grant said it to dad. Now being as high and horny as I was that word only made things hotter. The thought that this mans cock was in me without a condom just bare skin opening me up again was for some reason so hot to me as I felt him pushing deeper. I stroked my cock harder and felt my hole squeeze itself around Grants cock. His eyes widened and a moan escaped him as he seemed to look deeper into me. It was a look that said he couldnt wait anymore and it was accompanied by a sharp thrust that knocked the breath out of me for a second. But it also generated more waves of pleasure that became another early reminder that I was going to be a bottom forever. "Thats all of me boy." Grant said to me before turning to dad. "Im balls deep in your sons hole with my raw cock. So tight so good." He held his thickness inside me and I felt him flex up pressing against the walls of my hole forcing a moan out of me. This was another one of the moments in the life of a young 19 year old new to sex when I told myself I would never feel this good ever again.

Part 4 Even with all the T I’d been given, my hole was resistant. T Guy kept pushing, telling me, “Open up for me cunt.” I then felt a finger shove into my hole, next to the big cock. The finger pulled my hole upward to stretch it out. “Here we go,” he said, pushing his cock into the small gap he’d made. Removing his finger, he started shoving the part of his dick head that he’d planted in me. “When I say, grab his shoulders and push down. We’re gonna get him to open up. NOW.” My shoulders were grabbed by the guy under me and pushed down. At the same, T-guy pushed in, also grabbing my shoulders to bring me down. Despite the T, the pain was intense and I let out a scream. “Yeah, faggot, scream for me. Let everyone know we’re wrecking your drugged up cunt.” When he finished degrading me, he began the forced invasion of my hole. Though in my brain it heard “cunt,” not hole. Every inch of his cock stretched me further, eliciting pleas for him to stop and pull out. He stopped his forward movement. “You really want my dick out of you?” I said I did and he responded, “Okay.” He pulled out and the other guy started to say, “what the…” Before he could finished, T-guy shoved his cock back into my stretched out cunt. The T finally took over and my cunt opened and took the thick cock and PA. This time, there was no stopping him. He had my shoulders still and kept me in place as he pushed all the way in. I groaned as he got in as far as he could. Then without knowing I was about to say it, I moaned, Oh, God. Do it. Fuck me.” He pulled his cock out to the ridge and slammed back in, making me moaned beg for it. He let go of my shoulders, as did the guy under me. “Tell us what you want. What you need.” I moaned, “fuck me, I need you to fuck me. Wreck my hole.” I heard a new voice say, “That’s fucking hot.” T-guy, responded to the new guy, “you ain’t seen nothing yet.” He leaned down as close as he could to my ear and said, loudly, “You need to get fucked? Then you do it faggot. Ride our cocks, show us how desperate you are.” He leaned back up and my need took over. I began lifting myself up and off the cocks before sliding back down. Each move took me further up their cocks and a little faster each way. “Don’t fucking waste our time.” I got his meaning. On the next lift I went all the way up, and then slammed back down. “That’s it. Good faggot. Beg for it. What do you need.” “Please, Sir, I need you both to breed my cunt. Give me your loads.” I kept up my fucking myself, once lifting all the way and slamming back down, taking them at the same time. The guy below me announced, “Fuck yeah faggot. I’m gonna breed your cunt. Make you pregnant.” Almost immediately, I felt him get even thicker as he began shooting his cum deep in my cunt. He kept thrusting, making sure every drop was in me. I felt him start to soften and tell T-guy, “ I’m coming out.” The new guy said, “Damn that was hot. Wish I could get in there.” T-guy told him, “Get naked and on the bed. On your back.” I heard clothes rustling and then movement on the bed. T-guy said, “Nice dick. You ready?” T-guy pulled out of my hole causing me to whimper and beg him to put it back in. There were no words as he lifted my right leg at the knee, pulling me off the bed. I felt the bed move as the new guy slid across to get under me. “Faggot, grab his dick and aim it to your cunt. Do not put it in you.” I was wobbly, from all the meth. I grabbed the dick and it was thick and long. I put it at my stretched cunt, and fought hard to not put it in me. “Good faggot. Follow directions and you’ll get what you want. Grab his hips.” I felt the guy take hold of hips with his big, calloused hands. This was a hard worker. “Beg him for his cock. That’s a man sized black cock.” “Please Sir, shove your big black cock in me. Please Sir.” The guy below me, still holding my hips, said, “You think you can take it faggot? Feel how big it is around? It’s even bigger in length, 11” in fact. If I put it in that faggot cunt, you don’t control what happens. I do. Is that clear boy?” “Yes, Sir. Fuck my faggot cunt.” T-guy, who’s quickly taken control of me, tells him, “Do it. Hard.” “Faggot, I’m gonna destroy your cunt.” He said this then immediately pulled me down as hard as he could. Even after taking the two big dicks, this one hurt. I screamed in pain as my hole was forced open again and my rectum was stretched even more to accommodate his thick monster. I felt his cock ram into my second hole and stop, but I knew it wasn’t all the way in. “Open that fucking hole faggot. You still got 3” to take. Get off my dick unless it goes all the way in.” I kept pressing downward but it wouldn’t go in. I knew what I had to do, and was so fucking turned on to do it. I rose up, and off his dick. I turned to where I thought T-guy was and said, without thinking, “Master, May I have more and your help?” He laughed and said, “Master? That sounds right.” There was a moment of silence, followed by another rock getting shoved as deep as could. “Now faggot, beg me for what you need me to do.” “Please Master, push me down as hard as you can so this big dick opens my hole.” Turning back in the direction of the black guy, I said, “Hard and fast?” I felt the rock burning and the feeling of wanting nothing more then my hole and that cock. I pressed the head to my cunt simply said, “Now.” I pushed down as hard as possible. Master’s hands pushed me down even harder and the black guy slammed upward. The pain was wonderful as this time my inner hole briefly fought the invasion, but was beaten by us. I groaned in pleasure as I came slamming down on the black man’s crotch. “Fuck yeah faggot, you done good. You were right Mike, this bitch is good.” “I don’t make shit up, Lamont.” I knew their names. I didn’t care. I just said, “Please, again.” I rose up to the ridge of his dick an slammed all the way down again. I then took over, fucking myself up and down, taking it all the way to the balls. After several minutes of riding his cock as hard as possible, I stopped when I was fully impaled. I leaned down, laying across his chest. Master knew what I wanted and immediately moved into place. “Hold him tight, Lamont. I’m coming in.” Lamont wrapped his arms tightly around me. “You are a freak white boy; I like that.” I only had time to say, “Thank you, Sir.,” before I felt Master’s cocky at my hole. As he began to push in, I started pushing down and back, forcing my cunt to stretch. With a lot of resistance, my hole fought a valiant fight. It lost as we worked together and I groaned as Master’a dick penetrated it. Not allowing myself to change my mind, I kept pushing down, taking Master’s cock inch by inch without stopping. “Fuck faggot, you really are a pig.” I pulled up and then slammed back down, taking both cocks as hard as I could. My hips were grabbed from behind and Sir said, “My turn.” He pulled out, all the way, before slamming back in. He did this several times until there was no resistance. A new voice, deep and with a sound of twisted pleasure, said, “Hope there’s gonna be something left for me, Mike.” The only thought that could go through my mind was that I’d been setup. I moaned in response to this thought. “Don’t worry Jack. I have something for that,” and laughed as he again rammed his dock in me, Lamont groaned and said, “I’m going to fucking nut in you faggot. You want my load? “Please, Sir. Breed my ho, breed my cunt.” With that, he pushed in as far as he could and I felt him start to spasm as he shot his load in me. “Fuck yeah faggot, take my load.” He shot for almost 30 seconds before the spasms ended. “Thank you Sir. Thank you for giving me your load.” “Oh, faggot, that’s the first of many I’m dumping in that cunt.” Master began pulling out and I whimpered. I don’t know what came next, but I could feel a new, feeling through my rectum. It was as if my cunt was vibrating from inside. I lost control and could not stop from Master’s being forced out of my hole fast and hard. “I’m gonna cum,” and I could barely finish it before my cock, still soft, erupted with a force I’d never felt before. The new guy told Master, “Quick, shove it back in and fuck him, he’s gonna enjoy this.” Whatever was happening in my cunt, was still going on as Masted rammed back in and began fucking me again. I moaned and begged, “Please, I can’t.” The new guy said, in my ear, “Ride the wave boy. Your having anal orgasms. There gonna continue, over and over, while you got his cock in you. He ain’t stopping until I tell him.” Master continued to fuck me, and like the guy said, the orgasms continued in waves. I lay there, still across Lamont’s chest, when he said, “Fuck, I can feel your cunt cumming around my dick. Keep it going and you’re gonna get me hard again.” I lost all focus on the world around me, other than words, and as intense s what was happening, I started moaning as the intensity moved from overload to extreme overload and felt great. I gave into it and just lay there, taking Master’s cock. Wave after wave continued and at the same time, I felt Lamont get hard again and start pumping in and out with Master. This only intensified the feelings in my cunt. I think I must have passed out, just after blowing another load. When I came back around, my hole was empty and I could feel residual waves, less intense then before, still going through my body. When I moved, I heard Lamont say, “Welcome back boy. How you doing.” This was a much different voice and temperament. “I…I’m… oh, fuck. That was intense.” He gently rolled me off of him and put me on my back on the bed. He reached up and pulled the blindfold off. I tried to keep my eyes closed, wanting to continue the anonymity. “It’s okay, Master said you’re ready to know what’s going on.” I gently and slowly opened my eyes, finding it hard to focus for several seconds. When my eyes could see, I saw the face, and recognized it, flinching in response. “You recognize me don’t you boy?” I nodded in response,shutting my eyes in shame.

New Year's Day 2020. I'm horny as fuck. Have 3 loads in me from my overnighter with a poz FWB. I'm on line and get hit up by a 32 year old bi black guy who is pissed off at his GF, cuz' she got hammered NYE - and passed out on his blue-balls ass. LOL.... New Year's day she is hung as hell and won't let him near her. ..... He says he REALLY wants to get off. He mentioned that he sees I get tested regularly and I'm on PrEP. He also mentions that he has an older/younger interest... then sends a pic. He looks big and hot. I invite him over and say 'we can talk'. He is horny and so am I so, so he arrives shortly. Handsome young black guy. Quiet. Smiles a lot. He clearly wants to get off. He is still pissed at his GF and I figure I can start his new year off with a hot bang!! We go upstairs. I suck him and edge him a few times and he is using my spit on my hole to open me up. I'm ass up on the bed waiting to feel this big 9" uncut cock slide into my hole when I hear the tear of the wrapper. Fuck. I remind him I've got paperwork for recent tests and I'm on PrEP and actually prefer it raw. He mutter something about GF and we fuck nice and slow for a few minutes. I pretend that his big cock is raw and I get off on feeling his balls slowly slap against my balls with each slow, deep thrust. He says he can feel my previous loads from earlier still sloshing around his rubber wrapped dick, but complains that it is just slippery with the rubber. Almost a sigh. I start talking dirty to him and egging him on each time he thrusts in and out to the edge and we hear a squelch or a juicy pop. We both know he isn't getting the real 'feeling'. He pulls out, mutters something else about GF under his breath, slaps his uncut cock head on my hole a few times then sinks into me balls deep and just holds it. And flexes it. So much for wrapped. I could tell he had pulled off the rubber. He started pumping into me slow again. He was ooing and aahing with each slow stroke. He said he didn't want to blow too soon, as he was hugely turned on. He said fucking a muscular asshole full of cum was 200% better than anything he got from a chick. I certainly agreed. And I also told him to blow as soon as he would like. I planned to keep him hard enough for a second load before I let him leave. I just kept talking dirty to him about his cock stretching my raw hole and was he going to shoot his big load deep in my hole? or pull out and shoot all over the outside? And I kept talking to him on and on and telling him to slow fuck me and breed me. I worked into the dirty talk that we were just new FB's and I was already willing to suck his big cock and take his load bare in my tight hole and she wouldn't let him touch her. And that I liked his big cock deep in my hole. And he got a little more noisy and frantic. I told him to seed my hole and breed me. Do it! Do it!!!!! He went over the edge and unloaded a massive amount of cum inside me. I could feel it filling me up. Massive amount. I could feel him flexing his head inside me while he pumped in and out gently. I could feel it getting more slippery with each slow thrust. He didn't make a sound. It was wild. And he stopped. He just collapsed across my back and was working on getting his breathing under control. He hadn't moved in a few minutes and I was worried he was going to get 'goofy' about taking his rubber off and get weird. I need not have worried though, as it appears "Mike" had changed his mind about topping a hole raw. I suddenly felt his flexing again inside of me. I squeezed back and he groaned. He flexed. I squeezed. He said he couldn't believe we were able to 'feel one another'. I commented that with a rubber, he likely wouldn't get the same effect. He agreed. He pulled out of my ass and I felt cool air around my open hole. It had to be gaping with that big thick tool pumping in and out of it. The breeze said a lot about how stretched out I must have been. He was fascinated by my leaking hole. He started using his thumb to push the leaking loads back inside. I had my eyes closed and was enjoying the feeling when I felt a shift and his rock hard head slapped my hole again. He was now using his hard cock to push any leaking cum back into my pucker. Then he slapped my hole a few times with his dick again and just slowly pushed right into his shaved pubes in one long push. He held for a second to get his balance and proceeded to give me what I like to call a "VHF"... a vicious hate fuck. LOL. A term my buddies and I used over the years to describe hard, raw fucking. You try and kill one another by fucking VERY hard. Grin. He pounded my ass. He had me huffing poppers and slamming his cock into my hole. He pulled out twice and fed me cum covered uncut foreskin fresh from my ass. So yes, my younger friend got totally into fucking raw without being asked twice. He bred me a second time and said he had to blow and go. But he asked if we could do this again. He wanted to try some more hard fucking and experimentation with someone else to guide him. Fuck ya!! I'm definitely in for that tutorial. LOL. Turns out he lives about 20 minutes down the road from me. We exchanged info and he is planning to drop over next Tuesday night for round 2. I asked him if we were going to fuck raw next visit. He smiled and said... "Not a chance. I don't know if I could ever fuck with a condom again". I explained that my hole(s) were available if we both happen to be online at the same time. That made him even more excited. It turned my crank to know he enjoyed fucking a guy's ass raw more.... chalk one up for the gay guys! LOL. Cheers

Dad’s Basement - Part Six I watched Dad leave the glory hole area and head out, so I followed. Glancing behind me I saw two other men take our places at the holes, one was already sucking on a cock and the other was pushing his ass on the cock sticking through the second vacant hole. I followed Dad into the next room, his hairy ass looked so good. The fur was matted down sticking to his bouncing cheeks. I lowered my gaze to see the fur on his inner thighs were also matted. It was so fucking hot. “Hungry, Son?” he asked. “Yes. Daddy!” “Good, get on you back and open wide.” Immediately obeying, I dropped to the floor, my back on the cold basement tile. Dad stepped up, positioning his feet on each side of me. I watched as his hairy ass slowly lowered getting closer and closer to my face. As it lowered, his crack opened, exposing the cum covered fur and his hole. My hand instantly went for my cock. “Leave it,” he ordered. I dropped my hard cock, allowing it to rest on my stomach. I reached up and braced my hands, one on each ass cheek, spreading them wider. I stuck my tongue out and made contact with his hole. I could taste the cum on it. I swirled my tongue around the hole, then pushed it inside. As I entered a small amount of cum dropped out, landing on my tongue. I swallowed it instantly and went back for more. I licked up and down his cum filled crack and around his hole. Savoring the poz cum from the men in the basement. “Suck it out, Son!” I didn't hesitate. I placed my lips against his ass and started sucking. He was pushing his hole open, helping me get to the cum easier. I sucked harder and harder, each time being rewarded with cum as my cock leaked cum onto my stomach. I felt a hand pull it up, pointing straight up. I didn’t even look to see who it was. All I knew was someone was sitting on my hard cock. I could feel him riding my dick, working his ass up and down my cock. I squeezed my ass, but still let the bottom control the ride, especially as I was pre-occupied with my Dad's ass. An amazing amount of cum was lodged in Dad's hole - as I sucked and tongued his ass lips, more and more cum flowed out. I eagerly swallowed it down, always going back for more. “Does Daddy’s ass taste good boy?” I could only muffle a response. The man riding my cock was increasing speed. I could feel his cock and balls bouncing off my body each time he hit bottom. My balls were drawing up more and more, I knew that I would not be able to hold out much longer. I was going to shoot a load deep in his ass, whether it was poz or neg was still in question, but I was definitely going to give him a load. I still had my tongue in Dad’s ass as my balls pulled up completely, and began shooting my boy cum deep into the man’s hole. I moaned loudly into my Dad’s ass. The man still was riding my cock as it shot inside him. As my shooting subsided, I reached out and put my hands on his thighs, signaling him to stop. I was getting sensitive. He dropped down on my now softening cock, trying to keep it inside him, as Dad stood up allowing me to see who was riding me. It was the tattooed, uncut cock man. He just smiled at me when I saw him. "Son, this is Garrett. He has taken a liking to your cock!” “Fuck yeah, nothing like boy cock,” Garrett added. He bent down coming face to face with me. I could smell dick and piss on his breath. Grabbing my head with both of his hands, he locked lips with me, then stuck his tongue in me, kissing me as Dad watched from above. “Don’t worry, skin here likes your holes too.” Garrett said pointing to his uncut cock. After a moment of kissing he stood up, my soft cock dropped out of his hole, dripping cum on me from his hole. Garrett moved on to another area of the basement. Having shot my load, I needed to piss, so I asked Dad where to piss, as there didn't seem to be a toilet in the basement. His eyes got wide as an evil grin grew on his face. Grabbing my arm he led me to the shower area tucked under the stairs. We passed Garrett, who was now fucking a hole while another man was eating his ass. We exchanged smiles as I walked by. Once in the shower area, Dad dropped to his knees in front of me. Looking up into my eyes, he took my soft cock in his hand instructing “Piss down my throat, Son.” Taking my cock head into his mouth, he held still, which was absolutely necessary as I really needed to piss, and didn't want an erection to take precedence. Finally my stream started, and once I got it going, there was no stopping it. I filled Dad’s mouth full, then felt him swallow. My piss flowed more, filling his mouth three more times each time he would swallow every drop. I couldn't believe my Dad was able to drink all my piss without spilling a drop. He stood up and grabbed the back of my head, pulling me towards him. I could feel his tongue licking me lips, then parted them searching for my own. Our lips touched, his beard stubble scratched at my smooth cheeks. I could taste my piss on his tongue. I pushed my tongue into his mouth, licking the inside tasting more and more of my piss. My hands rubbed his furry muscles. “Thirsty, Son?” Dad asked. I dropped to my knees, coming face to face with Dad’s cock. It was only semi hard, but still was impressive in size. I gently lifted his cock to my mouth, only taking in the head of it in. “Don’t move. I need to stay soft to piss, Son.” I knelt very still, waiting for his hot piss to being to flow. His breathing slowed as I felt a slight jerk in his cock, as the flow began. “Swallow.” I swallowed, trying to keep up with the yellow liquid filling my mouth. Dad sensed he was going too fast and grabbed his cock to slow the flow. Once my mouth was empty he started again, I concentrated on keeping up. The piss flowed and flowed, as I swallowed. I felt my stomach expand as it filled up. The strong stream then became a trickle, until it stopped and I was just kneeling there with his cock head in my mouth. Dad grabbed me under the arm pits and pulled me up to my feet with the complement "I'm proud of my boy. He's on his way to being a man just like his Dad.” I looked around to see a lot of the men were in the locker room. I could hear their voices but could not make out what they were saying. The night was coming to an end. Apparently Dad understood as much as he instructed “Get to your room. I'll join you shortly.” With that I went up the stairs, turning back to see my Dad’s hairy ass heading into the locker room. Naked, I went right to my room, I discovered that it was 3:00 A.M. Damn time flies when you are fucking and sucking. I flopped down on my bed, reached around to my hole. It was sticky with cum and puffy. I could only imagine how red it was. I closed my eyes as I ran my fingers around the edge, feeling my used hole. I was fading fast, sleep was coming.

Dad’s Basement Part Five I was led by the two men, into the next room, the one that was divided into two. We continued to move until we were in the area with three glory holes cut into the wall. Not much light was coming through the holes, so I knew the sun was going down outside. “Taking all loads is like Russian roulette - raw cock goes into your hole and the cock shoots - could be shooting blanks or a hot round of poz cum” one of the men said. I was placed with my back to the wall and pulled over at the waist allowing my ass to open at the glory hole. “Plus Son there is an added excitement to taking cocks that you don’t know who it is attached to, Do you know them or are they complete strangers you will never see again” I pushed my ass checks back against the wooden wall. I could hear sounds coming from all around. I looked to my left to see my Dad putting his ass against the wooden wall too. Only there was already a hard cock sticking through the glory hole. It was dark, thick and sticking straight out. I watched my Dad spit in his hand, rub the spit onto his hole, and push back on the dark cock, It slowly disappeared into Dad’s hole. My cock started to expand. I was watching my Dad take cock up his hole. It was the hottest thing I had ever saw. Dad’s head was thrown back with pleasure and one of his buds shoved a bottle of poppers under his nose, which he inhaled deeply. “Show your Son how to take cock” I watched as Dad’s ass pressed against the wood wall, the cock was deep inside his hole. I could feel the thrusts of the man fucking my Dad, move the wall on my ass. Dad moaned load as the cock moved in and out of his hole. I was lost watching Dad take raw cock, until I felt something pushing at my own hole. One of Dad’s buds reached back and spread my checks giving the unknown man access to my used hole. “Fuck man, that is one used cummy fuck hole” said the man on the other side of the wall, who was pushing his cock into my hole. I had heard that voice some where before, I knew it but could not place it. My hole opened around the cock, allowing it to slide deep inside, pushing the cum forward and out ward of my hole. I moaned as the cock began to move. I concentrated on the rhythm of the fuck - as he pushed in I pushed back and pulled off as he pulled out. “Good Son, take that anon raw cock - you know it could be anyone even grandpa” Dad said, “imagine being fucked by not just me but him as well today Son” My cock throbbed at that thought. I loved over and Dad was matching his fuck just like mine. We moved together. I looked up to see the other men who fucked me earlier either sucking or fucking each other. Dad took another big hit of poppers and then handed them to me - and I followed suit in huffing them. “Fuck that hole just opened” the top said on the other side of the wall, picking up speed. I looked to the other side of me, to see another cock coming through the hole. I could not help be think it was a beautiful sight to see, another hard fucking cock. I watch the tattooed, uncut cock man back his ass up, taking the cock deep into his hole, moaning as he was penetrated. I passed him the poppers and watched him inhale deep. I continued to push back against the hard cock working in and out of my hole. Poz cum flowed out of my hole and dripped down my balls. “Stay where you are fucker, I have to eat that ass!” the owner of the cock fucking me said. I felt his cock slip out and was soon replaced with a hot tongue. It was sliding in and out of my cum covered gapping hole. It was another new sensation. I moaned more and more as he switched from tongue fucking me and sucking my hole to eat out the cum deposited in there. My cock twitched rapidly as my mind wondered if he knew he was not only sucking out my Dad’s cum but also sucking out and swallowing nothing but poz loads. I ran my finger over my cock and scooped up the pre-cum leaking out. I was bringing it to my lips when I felt my Dad’s hand grab mine and pulling it to his mouth. “Give me your pre-fuck juice Son” I felt his mouth engulf my finger, sucking it like it was a skinny cock. The uncut guy reached over and scooped some of my pre-cum onto his finger and sucked it off, just like my Dad. “Fucking tastes like yours bud” The man stopped eating my ass and pushed his cock in my hole again, sliding all the way in and all the way out, over and over. I could hear a growl coming from him and knew he would not last much longer in my hole. “Never thought I would breed that hot ass that you strutted around campus, teasing the hell out of every man” he said. “you fucking overachieving whore” Fuck me, where did I know that voice from. I felt him slam his body against the wall, as his cock start to shoot deep inside my hole adding his cum to the rest. The thought of not knowing if I was getting more poz cum or not was a huge fucking turn on. Soon the pulse of his cock stopped and he pulled out. I fought the urge to look through the glory hole to see who it was. “Hot as fuck is right Dad” I said turning to him, watch him pull off his cock. “Got a load?” I asked him “Switching” I watched him and the uncut man switch cocks, fuck it was hot the just slid back on the new cocks, using each other’s ass juices as lube. I felt fingers playing with my hole through the glory hole. I closed my eyes as I felt them enter me. The new man pushed in two fingers, then three and then four, ramming them in and out. I wanted to scream out just give me your fucking cock, but didn’t. He removed his fingers, leaving empty and wanting to filled. I felt his hard cock rubbing up and down my hole, slowly moving, wetting the head with cum. I balanced myself on my knees and reached back spreading my ass open more. He positioned his cock head at my hole and pushed in, driving deep. I moaned again, I felt full as his cock spread open my ever loosening hole. Even with soreness setting in, I felt pleasure. He slowly moved his cock in and out of my hole. Steadily fucking me. I turned and watched Dad slam his ass back against the wooden wall, fucking himself on the cock sticking through the glory hole. Harder and harder Dad pushed back against the wall, until he pushed all the way back and held his ass against it. “Getting bred Son” he said smiling at me. The cock inside my hole was still steadily pumping in and out, working the ridge of it’s head against the muscles of my loose hole. “NEXT” Dad yelled as to signal anyone on the public side of the glory hole he was ready for the next anon cock. I watched as he braced himself, knowing that a cock had just entered his hole. “Oh yeah, fuck me hard bud” Dad said as he began moving back and forth on the new cock. Sounds of fucking and sucking echoed through the basement, while the smell of cum, piss and musk infused with the heated air. “Going to get loaded up Son, so I can squat over your mouth and feed you cum from my hairy ass!” Dad said. The cock inside my ass grew thicker and harder, giving me the sign it was going to shoot it’s load deep into my hole. I licked my lips, knowing that I was going to be flooded with more cum. One strong push in and the flood began. I could feel pulse after pulse of seed shooting into me. He pulled out and within seconds another cock stabbed at my hole, sliding in deep this time with almost no effort. “Your first black cock Son.” Dad said, “Hold on tight I have had that cock before and he fucks hard and long” My cock oozed pre-cum knowing that this cock had fucked and breed my Dad. Such a fucking turn on. It drove deep inside me. I still wondered how Dad knew what cock was fucking his Son’s ass. Was these anon fucks pre-arranged. Those thoughts quickly left my mind, as the black did started to pull in and out my hole. The cock would pull completely out of my hole, only to be shoved deep into me seconds later. This punch fuck attack continued for what seemed like for ever. Looking over at Dad, I could see him lost in a world of pleasure as his hard cock jumped up and down between his legs as he was fucked. Pre-cum was hanging from the head and almost touching the floor. I wanted to taste it, I wanted to suck every drop out of that piss slit. I watched Dad push back against the wooden wall, getting fucked and taking loads. “Good boy pussy” I heard grunted though the wall, “Gonna give you a highly toxic load Boy” My cock jumped knowing that this man was advertising his poz load and I was going to get it. His cock roughly punched my used hole, deeper and deeper. I jumped when he hit deep inside me. “Don’t pull off Boy, so fucking close” he said He continued to fuck me harder and deeper, until he pushed in deep and stayed there. Grunting and groaning as his piss slit opened and his toxic load invaded my used hole. I tried to squeeze my ass around his cock to milk out every drop, but my hole had been fucked so much by thick cocks, there wasn’t much pressure. “Clean it Boy” he said pulling out of my ass. I flipped around positioning my mouth at the glory hole. I closed my eyes and opened wide. I felt the cock pass through my mouth, gently sliding against my lips. It was slick with cum and the juices from my well fucked hole. I closed my lips around the black cock and lick and sucked. It began to move in and out of my mouth. Fingers began to feel around my hole, sliding in and out. The black cock soften and popped out of my mouth. He pulled away and I turned to back my ass against the hole again, waiting for the next cock to arrive. Time continued to pass, as the fucking continued. I lost count of how many anon cocks and loads I had taken through the glory hole, as well as how many Dad had. The third glory hole had seen many men presenting their holes to be fucked so I didn’t even try to concentrate on them. I knew it was getting late in the night, but I wanted more, more cock, more cum, and more disease.

Newest staff member part 2 Training “That’s everything.” The younger Riley said, after setting down the last of three duffle bags on the floor of the small guest bedroom located in the basement of the older man’s house. Mr. Marx, as he had told the boy to call him, was surprised that Riley didn’t have more stuff, but remembering his less than spectacular background, he figured the boy was lucky to leave with as much as he did. “Well, now that you’re moved in,” Mr. Marx aid, motioning for the boy to follow him. “Perhaps you’d like a tour of the premises while I explain your duties?” “Sounds awesome!” Riley responded, practically bouncing around the house as his new host/employer showed him the rest of his large estate. The young man was sufficiently impressed by the amazing décor and expansive size of the house, making comments like “wow” and “holy shit” each time Marx opened a door to reveal yet another bedroom, or bathroom or even just the occasional closet. He was told he was welcome in every room of the house except one: the basement “store room.” In actuality the store room was really a small dungeon Marx had built with a sling, giant tv, shelves and shelves full of leather and other fun sex toys and costumes and some very well hidden cameras (just like those he’d installed in the boy’s bedroom and bathroom). Eventually he knew he’d end up letting the kid see what was in the dungeon, but not until his indoctrination was well under way. In the mean time he couldn’t have the boy snooping around and accidentally getting scarred off. As Marx expected, the explanation of the boy’s duties around the house and grounds were going in one ear and out the other as long as the two of them were looking around, so he was glad he had thought ahead to have them printed up for the young man to go over later once they were through with the tour. He didn’t expect the boy to be so excited by the site of his pool and hot tub that he found himself listening his pleas for the two of them to jump in right that minute. Unable to say no to the beaming boyish smile and begging eyes, he nodded yes and before he could say “lets change into our suits and meet back here,” the boy had already slid off his shirt and pushed his shorts down to his ankles and jumped in wearing only the tightest old pair of white briefs that Marx had ever seen. Not one to stand on ceremony, Marx shed his shirt and khakis and followed suit, doing a cannonball in just the black bikini briefs he’d worn to help hold down his dick in case it got hard (which was a constant threat around such a handsome young stud). The two Rileys swam and splashed for almost an hour before they hopped out in order to take a rest in the hot tub, giving Riley Marx an opportunity to get a peek at Riley Dawson’s bulge in his soaked, thus see-through, white undies. Just as the photos from his friend’s account hinted, there was nary a hair anywhere on the boy from the neck down, except for a whisp under each arm and a slight, blondish treasure trail, leading to a heavy cut dick, which was gently tucked down the right side of the briefs, over two, perfectly peachy orbs. His own man sized meat was stiffening rapidly at the sight of the boy’s bulge, not to mention the almost impossibly perky bubble butt pressed in the rear of the briefs, and Marx thanked his lucky stars that his own underwear choice gave him some discretion as he sank into the hot water and started the jets. “As much fun as that was Mr. Dawson,” Marx began, once he was sure the bubbles were thick enough that the boy couldn’t see him readjust his cock below the water. “I’m afraid I can’t have you taking swims in such skimpy attire.” The young man looked confused as he climbed carefully over the side and sat on the edge, submerging only his calves and feet, leaving his crotch at eye level with the older man. “Skimpy what?” Riley asked, kicking his legs lazily as he put a towel around his shoulders and arms, making Marx notice his farmer’s tan for the first time. “Attire.” Marx repeated, tearing his eyes from the boy’s meat and forcing himself to look the young man in the eyes. Catching the still lost look on his 18-year-old smooth face, he realized the boy had no idea what he meant, so he continued. “What I mean is, if you’re going to swim in the pool or take a dip in the outdoor hot tub, you need to wear a bathing suit. Even with the distance between my house and the edge of the property and my 8 foot tall privacy fence, I still have neighbors who’s second floor windows look over my property and I can’t have them glancing over here and catching you in those tiny, transparent briefs. It might give them the wrong idea, understand?” “Oh jeez, I’m sorry!” The boy said, looking down and finally realizing just how transparent his underwear had become. Blushing red from his cheeks down to his toes, he slid slowly into the tub until he was covered up to his chin. “I didn’t realize. Please don’t kick me out sir, I promise I’ll be more careful!” “I’m not going to fire you Mr. Dawson.” Marx said, hoping to stop the tears that had formed in the boy’s eyes before he began truly crying. Obviously the kid was used to stern and sudden punishment for any infraction on the rules, and while that might come in handy in the bedroom, he had no desire to make the boy cry over something as stupid and inconsequential as swimwear. “All I ask is that you wear a swim suit, no need to get upset.” “Anything you say” Riley swore, quite serious and still on the verge of crying. This assurance made Marx’ cock expand in his briefs, and he thanked his luck again for the color and the bubbles that kept him concealed. His dirty mind was picturing all sorts of nasty deeds included in “anything he said” as he slid over next to the boy and patted him on the back to make him feel better. He only came back to reality as the boy’s soft post-pubescent baritone continued to speak. “The thing is Mr. Marx…The thing is Sir, I…I don’t have a, uh…” “Yes?” Marx leaned in closer to hear, using it as an excuse to put his arm around the young man and pull him closer. “I don’t own a swimsuit.” Riley Dawson admitted, swallowing hard as he finished and turning his ashamed gaze to meet Riley Marx. The older man was tempted to kiss the sweet strawberry-red lips of his new house-boy, but held back in order to hear an explanation, which he finally got after a stern-voiced inquiry. In an avalanche of words, the boy repeated the tale of his hard childhood and how he had to share anything he had with his siblings, both older and younger. As it turned out, he was the smallest guy in his family, so any hand me downs where too big for him until the same time his younger brother could wear them, which meant he had to share, and since his younger bro was more popular and a better swimmer, he inherited his older brother’s swimsuit, and all Riley got was an old speedo his dad had worn when he was on the high school swim team back in the nineties. Once he told his family he was moving out and going to school, his brothers and dad went through his stuff and took anything they deemed to be theirs, which included most of his underwear, nice clothing and even the old speedo. To his ever-growing embarrassment, he admitted that most of the stuff in his duffle bags was worn-out, too small, torn or stained, and he was hoping to spend his first pay check to get more clothing so he wouldn’t embarrass himself. When he was all done, he turned back to Marx with a look on his face that seemed to say ‘you can fire me now.’ Instead the older man pulled his young friend into a hug and squeezed tight as he expressed sympathy and admitted that he, too, had once been broke and also hailed from a large family that mistreated and ignored him. He went on to confide how he’d found a job with a wealthy man in his tiny town and worked hard and a few years later got his GED and eventually graduated from college and became a recruiter with the company who employed him now. “…And after years on the road building a solid work force and training young men like you how to become professional tech-execs, I am finally being promoted to full partner in a few weeks, and will be able to work from my home office a few hours each day making almost half a million each year for the rest of my life, and that’s after taxes!” “That’s amazing dude! I mean, Mr. Marx, sir!” Riley said, smiling as the weight of his own past seemed to slowly lift off his muscular lily-white shoulders. Had he heard the whole story, including how the wealthy man from the small town had whored Marx’ ass out to help him raise the money for college, or what he had to do in order to get the job (involving some video cameras, leather chaps and hoods, roofies, and a dozen men from the company’s board of directors), chances are that young Riley Dawson wouldn’t have been so quick to accept the older man’s guarantee that it would all work out. Luckily, Marx had a plan to slowly introduce these elements to the boy in such a way that by the time the kid enrolled in classes next semester, he’d be in too deep to walk away. “How about we make a deal?” Marx said, changing the subject back to what the boy would wear while at the house. “You wear the polo and khaki shorts you wore to the interview or anything that will keep you covered and somewhat professional looking while working, and when I get back next Friday from my final recruiting trip, we will go shopping for some nice clothes and a swim suit all your own, on me. Seems only fair, since I am requiring a uniform, I should pay for it.” “Seriously?!?!” Riley beamed. “Seriously.” Marx agreed, beaming just as big from watching the kid’s reaction. “Consider it a signing bonus. And until then, you can use the hot tub in the poolhouse if you want to take a dip, no suit required!” “Thank you so much sir!” Riley shouted, throwing his arms around the older man. Marx was once again semi-hard at the thought of watching the kid try on clothes, and the added contact of the slippery kid pressed against him was only making matters worse. He was about to pull away before the boy noticed, when he felt something poking him in the stomach, and leaned in to make sure he wasn’t wrong about what it was. Sure enough the kid was rock hard in his tighty whiteys and throbbing as he hugged his new benefactor. “Wow, you really are a grateful boy, aren’t you?” Marx said softly, hitting the button to turn off the jets and rocking his hips just enough that their two erections met under water and sent a jolt up each mans’ spine. Embarrassed once more, the teen shot backwards to the opposite side of the tub while spouting apologies and lame explanations until Marx smile and put the boy at ease. “Don’t worry, it was just a reaction to the warm jets, mine got hard too.” “It did?” Riley asked, looking down while keeping his hands firmly pressed over his own turgid cock. “Yep, natural reaction when you combine human contact and warm bubbles, see?” taking a huge chance, Riley Marx made sure he was facing away from the one neighbor who could see his hot tub from their upstairs windows, then lifted himself up until his slightly-less-stiff, underwear-clad dick broke the surface of the water. He held himself there for a few seconds, enjoying the wondrous look in the teen’s eyes as he took in every inch of the man’s semi-erect penis, pushing out the side of black calvin klein bikini briefs. Marx knew that he was at least an inch short of full 9 inch length at this point, but even so his cock was quite impressive. Once he knew the teen had a good long look, he sank back under the water and smiled nonchalantly as if he showed his hard cock to other guys all the time. “Holy shit Sir!” Riley said, a little too loudly, before realizing why Marx had faced the direction he had when he stood up, and moving back next to the man, then continuing in a whispery, half voice. “That thing is huge, must be twice the size of mine.” “I don’t believe that Riley,” Marx said, trying to build the boy’s confidence and downplay the fact he’d practically just flashed the straight teen. “Young stud like you? I bet you’re at least 7 inches.” “I wish!” Riley said, blushing again. This back and forth continued for a few minutes until finally the teen looked back and forth over his shoulder and unceremoniously stood up with his hands on his hips. Riley Marx had to hold in a gasp as the young erection broke the surface of the water and practically glowed as it stretched the waistband of the too-small briefs from the skin of the boy wearing them. He failed to keep the gasp in when Riley Dawson took one more look around and slid the elastic under his balls leaving his hard-on and perfect teen testes bouncing in the breeze. If it was smaller than 7 inches, it wasn’t by much. Marx had seen and held a lot of hard cocks in his 43 years on this earth, since the wealthy man’s dick all the way back when he was just a teen boy himself, and he could estimate thickness and size without much more than a passing glance. In the 20-30 seconds the teen stood exposed in the center of the hottub, marx managed to memorize every vein and shadow, each curve of the head and balls, every whispy blond hair (all 14 of them on the sack, and two or three dozen in the small patch above the cock base). This dick was perfect in every way, and if he could be sure the neighbors weren’t watching, he’d have reached out and taken it down his throat right then and there. Instead he watched and memorized as the teen recovered himself and sank back into the tub, claiming victory in his insistence he wasn’t yet 7 inches with a firm “Told ya…Sir.” “Yes you did Riley, yes you did.” Marx lifted his jaw up from where it had fallen almost to his feet and suggested they get out and head inside. Choosing to dry off in the poolhouse, they talked about random things like pool-cleaning procedure and expected duties until Riley Dawson asked about the second floor of the poolhouse. “That’s my office,” Marx said, returning to his professional voice. “Only I go up there unless I have a client over, understand?” “So it’s like the store room in the basement sir?” the boy asked, innocently. “Not exactly,” Marx corrected him. “The store room is…personal. I may let you see it someday soon, once we know each other better, but my office is my business space. It is extremely important that no one be in there without me, since sensitive and confidential work files are kept on the server in there, understand?” “Yes Sir, Mr. Marx.” Riley Dawson said, smiling as he did a little salute, looking adorable in his somewhat-dry briefs and a towel thrown over his shoulder. As he turned to pull on his street clothes, Mr. Marx handed him a robe and told him they’d toss their clothes in the washer and head inside. With almost inhuman lust, he watched the teen as he slid the briefs from under the robe and put them with his shorts and shirt in the metal basin in the washing machine just off the mudroom of the pool house. As the boy collected his shoes, he missed the older man slide the briefs into his robe pocket before adding his own clothing and starting the load. While the two Rileys made their way inside for dinner, the younger continued with questions about his duties, referring to the older man again and again as “Mr. Marx” or “Sir.” “You know after all we shared this afternoon,” Riley Marx interjected between questions. “It seems bizarre to have you calling me ‘Mr. Marx’ or ‘sir’ all the time.” “I know, but you said not to call you Riley” The teen reminded him. “Especially in front of your guests or neighbors, since it might seem inappropriate.” “You’re right about that Kid,” Marx said, handing the boy some take-out menus to choose from, since he wouldn’t expect the boy to be able to cook for him until he’d trained him. “Do you have any nicknames? Or a middle name?” the younger Riley asked, while deciding on pizza. “Not really,” the older man said, booting up the pizza app on his phone and putting in an order. “In school I was Ry-Guy, but that’s a little too familiar. Same with my middle name, Andrew.” “I know!” Riley spouted excitedly, as he set the table for the two of them. “How about your initials? R.A.M….I could call you RAM!” “That sounds…perfect,” Marx, aka RAM, smiled, his cock getting hard again at the double entendre of the new nickname. “Just make sure you still call me Sir in front of any guests unless I tell you otherwise okay kid?” “Yes sir, RAM, sir.” Riley Dawson smiled for a moment, before something else crossed his mind and he frowned once more. “But what will you call me? After all you can’t refer to me as Riley cause people would wonder why we have the same name.” “Well as far as anyone knows you are my nephew so it’s not too weird,” RAM replied. But as he caught the disappointed look on his young charge’s face, he gave in once more. “I guess you’re right about that too, so what should I call you? Robert?” “No way RAM sir,” Riley insisted. “That name just make me think of my father. My middle name is Ian, so you could call me by my initials: R.I.D. RID!” “Nah, sounds too much like bugspray,” RAM thought out loud. “You could go by Ry-Guy or Ry or Riles or Rino or Ian or Dawson or pretty much whatever name you want kid.” “That’s it!” Riley said, as enthusiastic as before. “What? Dawson?” RAM asked the boy while secretly watching his sweet ass bend over the table to fill the glasses with water. “No, KID!” Riley said, turning and sprinting back over to RAM, unaware that his speed caused his robe to open, leaving him standing nude in front of RAM as he explained himself. “You’ve been calling me Kid all day and that’s what my Uncle Jesse used to call me before he moved away, probably cause he couldn’t remember which nephew I was, but still! No one would ever doubt an uncle calling his nephew kid, and when some nosey neighbor asks us who I am, I can pretend like I hate it and remind you ‘I’m not a kid anymore sir!’ It’s perfect!” RAM was so caught up enjoying the boy’s bouncing cock and balls he’d have agreed to anything right that second, so they sealed it with a hug. Riley Marx, 43 yr old business man would be RAM sir, and Riley Dawson, 18 yr old struggling student and soon-to-be seduced stud would be Kid. That night, after they donned some shorts so the delivery guy wouldn’t freak, the two men smoked a little weed from a big bong (once RAM convinced the kid that it was cool and wouldn’t get him fired), then downed a whole extra-large pizza and 3 glasses of jack and coke a piece. Finally around midnight, they found themselves passing the bong back and forth as RAM showed Kid how to work all the remotes in his home theatre, and watching some b-movie with ridiculous physical humor and as much nudity as RAM thought Kid could handle. They shared some more confessions about their pasts, laughed a lot, and concealed the stiff rods they each threw in their skimpy shorts. When the movie ended, RAM turned off the giant tv screen, and they left to go to their separate rooms, but not before the kid threw his arms around his benefactor and thanked him again for letting him move in, helping him save for school, etc. etc. “Seriously Mr. Mar- I mean Ram sir,” the kid almost cried again now, but tears of happiness and relief, so Ram felt no need to stop him. “I don’t know what I would do if you hadn’t offered to help me like this. If I can do anything to repay you, anything at all, just tell me and I will do it.” “Just do the job for now kid,” Ram replied, happy to feel the kid was semi-hard again. “That’s all you need to do…for now.” After leaving the kid in the basement, RAM silently dashed out to the pool house and climbed the stairs to his office. Punching in his 6 digit code and inserting the key from around his neck, he let himself in and hit the switch on the wall. One overhead light turned on, casting the large room in a soft, yellow glow. On a far wall, the over-sized bed sat in rubber sheets, an empty leather cuff at each corner, with three cameras trained on it. Each camera was attached to a tv screen across the room at the desk. Those three sat above another three screens, six in all, which held security cam views on the left and the right, with the bottom-center screen revealing a normal PC desktop. Sitting at the Desk, RAM typed in a password and clicked on an unnamed icon in the bottom corner of the screen. Like magic, the lights over the bed went off, the cameras turned off and all but the desktop screens changed from their previous shots and filled with new images. On the top left: a shot of the kid’s bedroom from the webcam on the desktop computer at the desk, showing the desk chair, room view and good angle on the full bed in the far corner. Top middle: a hidden cam in the light fixture directly over his bed. Top right: a view from a camera hidden behind the mirror in the corner furthest from the bed, showing the rest of the room, including the old weight bench and mirrored closet doors angled to show the rest of the room. Bottom left: a hidden camera from the mirror in his bathroom, giving a nice wide angle view of his locker room style shower (all three heads), toilet, urinal troff long enough for two or three guys at once and double sinks. Bottom right: switchable camera view from over each shower head, as well as direct shots over each drain in the urinal and even a shot from the vent over the toilet to get standing/sitting views on the john. RAM pulled out his glass bubble, torch and a bag of tina as he scrolled through some alternate shots on the center screen including two views in the sauna, two views of the steam room, one view from inside the walk-in closet, one from the laundry room, one view from above the bathtub off the bathroom, and cameras down the hall, in the theatre, on the stairs, a bunch from the home gym and all 10 different cams from the “store room.” He chose to ignore the outdoor cams, main floor cameras, and second floor cameras, scrolling back until he found what he was looking for. The shot from inside the walk-in closet showed the kid sitting on the floor, going through his three duffle bags, unpacking, as it were. It looked to RAM as though the kid was taking each item of clothing and deciding what to keep, what to wash, and what to get rid of. The pile of stuff to get rid of was obviously the biggest and now all the kid had was a new pack of white socks (still in the plastic with a receipt stuck to the adhesive strip keeping them shut), his wrinkled polo shirt, two white wifebeaters, a short-sleeved light blue oxford, a pair of black slacks with a tear at the knee, a pair of blue jeans with some work-out spots, a pair of jean cut-offs, small white rolled fabric that RAM guessed to be more briefs, one pair of well used, but very clean white tennis shoes, and one pair of well-worn but freshly shined black wingtips that looked about two sizes too small for the kid. Combined with the shirt, shorts and (unbeknownst to the kid) “borrowed” briefs in the pool house laundry, and the robe he was once again wearing, and that was all the kid owned…or so RAM thought. As he lit his torch and took a hit from the pipe, he watched as the boy unzipped the third duffle bag. RAM assumed this would contain sheets or towels or something like that, since he hadn’t told the kid he’d be providing those for him until the kid showed up that afternoon. As he expected, out came a stained, crusty looking old towel, but unexpectedly, it unrolled in the kid’s hands, revealing a small gym bag with the name of a local high school. From inside the bag, which seemed to have a busted zipper, the kid pulled an unidentifiable spandex garment, a balled up white cotton piece, a crappy weed pipe, an old zippo lighter, a toothbrush, toothpaste, deodorant spray, a comb, and a bar of soap. Last item from the bag was what looked like a lanyard with something on the end that seemed familiar but was too small to recognize without seeing it on one of the better cams. As luck would have it, the kid decided to ball up all of the stuff and walk to the bathroom. Once under the lights and HD cams in the bathroom, RAM realized the thing on the end was a small camera. From the looks of it, the camera was an older model gopro, far more expensive even after the newer models came out, than this kid could possibly afford. He was so invested in imagining how he got the camera and what he filmed with it, he almost missed it as the kid dumped the toiletries on the counter and walked out the door between the urinals and the showers, making his way down a small hall past the sauna and steam room and walking into the well-lit gym. As RAM watched, bug-eyed, the kid tossed off his robe and the thin cotton plaid boxers he wore when the pizza arrived, and reached for the clothes he’d found in his gym bag. First the white cotton bundle turned out to be a dirty, disgusting old safeTgaurd brand jockstrap, obviously not originally belonging to the kid, as it was almost too big around the waist, and the pouch was so well worn that it barely contained his package. Second was the spandex mystery outfit. As the kid began to step into the legs, RAM forgot his massive hardon begging for attention, and felt some betrayal. “He said he didn’t have a swimsuit!” He accused out loud to his empty office, while watching the teen pull the spandex up his baby-fat-covered thigh muscles. His anger melted away as the spandex stretched further up until it passed the waist line for any normal bathing suit and kept going. Suddenly some straps appeared and began stretching over the kid’s smooth chest and it dawned on RAM that what he thought was a swimsuit was nothing of the sort. There was no doubt as the kid finished dressing himself that what RAM assumed was a bathing suit or speedo was really something much more fun: a regulation high school wrestling singlet. Emblazoned across the chest was the same high school crest from the gym bag, it reflected the bright gym lights against the schools colors that made up each inch of the garment. Forest Green, black and white from the mid-thigh up to the perfectly framed boy-bulge, around each low-cut arm hole, and tightening sharply as each strap crossed the hairless pecs, shoulders and wound down his chisled back steadily-shrinking to the tiny waist. The only fabric that seemed stressed by the part that it covered was the butt, where the kid’s ample cheeks strained the bright green spandex, turning it into a lighter, more pastel green when he bent or flexed. As the teen began his work out, RAM placed the briefs he’d stolen over his nose, and began to jerk while he took a couple big hits from his pipe, filling the air full of tina clouds, strained through the thin white cotton from the briefs. Imagining the teen’s tight ass sliding down onto his huge organ sent him over the edge and he shot his massive load all over himself. Once his breathing returned to normal, he wiped the cum up with the tighty whiteys and thought to himself ‘when I get back next weekend, I will ruin that teen ass!’