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“Recognize these?” My wife’s voice was cold as ice as I saw what was spread on the bed in the hotel room. There lay my leather gear, my gay pride jewelry, two dildos, and many photographs of gay sex. I looked at my wife, her face ablaze with fury, tears in her eyes. She picked up my leather biker cap and harness. “Put them on,” she ordered. *** I have always known I was gay or at least bi, although I had never had sex with a man. When I was younger I had trouble having orgasms during sex with women until I started to fantasize that I was the one being fucked. I told myself it was normal for straight men to have homoerotic fantasies or to enjoy variety. My deep denial made it possible for me to marry and have two kids, while my man-lust remained buried. But that didn’t make for a great sex life, and I began to play out my gay fantasies in private by buying gay porno magazines and videos. Over time my sexual fantasies about men got darker: leather scenes, mild (and sometimes not-so-mild) S&M, and older, hairy bear-types. I’m of average height and slender, and I was always the bottom. And my fantasies were always about being fucked bareback, even getting pozzed. I remember when I found an isolated adult bookstore a few miles from my home and bought a studded leather dog collar and a dildo. The first time I wore the collar and worked the well-lubed dildo into my virgin ass in front of the bathroom mirror was a moment of revelation for me, the greatest sexual high I had ever experienced. I had put on one of my wife’s pretty watches and two of her rings for the occasion. I knew what I was: an effeminate butt-boy, longing for a rough, hairy stud to teach me my place. When I shot my load, great gobs of jism spurted all over the bathroom. I scooped it up and tasted it, loving every warm, salty drop. Once I started, there was no turning back. I wanted more. I purchased other fetish gear on-line – a biker cap, black work boots, a studded cock ring, sexy tight leather shorts with a snap away strip over my ass and crotch, and a harness. I bought the same kind of watch my wife wears, with a thin, black leather band and round white face – unmistakably feminine. Then came a rainbow bracelet and ring, and a male symbol ring. Because my wife worked in the city and I often worked out of the house, I had lots of time alone at home for my fantasy fetish session. I figured out how to make a “man” from couch cushions and other household items. I would spread a sheet on the floor, grease the dildo, and pleasure myself in every position I saw in the videos. It’s clear now that as time passed I started to get a little careless about where I hid my toys and my photos. The kids had gone off to college, so there were fewer curious eyes to worry about. Usually I put the stuff away in the attic and covered the box with other bins and boxes. But as I found more times for elaborate jerk-off sessions, I relaxed my precautions about concealment. I downloaded pictures from internet sites and forgot to erase them. Once I left a gay video open on my computer screen for a couple of days. Probably I should have suspected something when my wife’s demeanor changed. She became cooler and started to avoid sex. That part didn’t bother me much because my overheated leather sessions kept me well-satisfied. I noticed sometimes that my box with my leather gear seemed to be in a slightly different position, but told myself my memory was at fault. Then one day, out of the blue, my wife began to act very friendly again and suggested a weekend at a hotel in the city to rekindle our fires. Still loving her and wanting to keep her happy, I promptly agreed. We would meet after work on a Friday when I knew I had to be in the city all day. She told me she would pack everything and meet me in the hotel room. *** My wife was waiting for me when I arrived. She had changed into a skimpy black negligee. I found her pale, smooth skin alluring and moved to embrace her. “Wait,” she said. “I have something special to show you. Go into the bathroom and take off all your clothes. Wait until I call you.” I did as she instructed. A few minutes later she said, “OK, come out here.” Her tone had changed; I noticed a harsh edge to her voice that took me by surprise. Opening the bathroom door, I received the shock of my life when I looked at the bed. My wife stood with her arms crossed, her eyes ablaze. Confronted by the evidence of my homosexual fantasy life, I gulped and felt my face redden in shame. As I started to mumble a lame explanation, she silenced me with the order to don my gear. Maybe if I had not been caught off guard, I would have refused or simply put on my clothes and left. Instead I obeyed, as my wife offered nasty comments. “I see you know just where everything goes. You must have had a lot of practice. No wonder you don’t have the energy for NORMAL sex,” she sneered. She picked up my biker cap and held it. “Don’t forget the cap – it wouldn’t look MACHO without the cap.” The icy contempt in her voice cut through me like a dagger. As I pulled on my gear, I felt my cock stiffen involuntarily. I turned to hide it from my wife. But as soon as I was done, she walked over to me and reached for the snaps for the crotch cover in my tight leather shorts. The flap covering my cock, my balls and my butthole came off in her hand, and my five-inch dick stood up, hard as a rock. My balls felt swollen already. She grabbed my right wrist, on which I wore my pretty woman’s watch. “Just like mine, huh?” she asked. “Except on you it makes you look like a girlie-man. That’s what you are, isn’t it?” “Honey, OK, these are just fantasy objects. They don’t mean any...” “SHUT THE FUCK UP,” she screamed, in a voice louder than she had ever used in an argument.“Do you have any idea how HUMILIATING this is to ME? To know you go prancing around like some LEATHER FAGGOT?” Tears now streamed from her eyes. I hung my head in shame. “NOW PLAY WITH YOURSELF,” she shouted between sobs. When I hesitated, she demanded, “I SAID DO IT. YOU KNOW YOU LIKE IT.” I was afraid someone would call the front desk or something. Embarrassed as I was to be standing there with my wife, it would be much worse to be seen this way by a stranger. “OK, dear,” I replied. “Just lower your voice. I’ll do what you say.” I began to pump my stiff cock, which swelled even more. There was something incredibly exciting to be doing that in front of her. Then my wife snapped the leather cock ring tight around the base of my dick and balls. With the increase in pressure, I felt precum start to ooze profusely from the tip of my prick. Again she gave an order: “TASTE IT.” By now my will to resist her demands had collapsed. I ran my index finger over the tip of my dick, collecting the slick prick juice, and licked it off. “I bet that’s not the first time you’ve tasted your own cum, right?” I nodded, avoiding her gaze. “And you like how it tastes, don’t you?” I nodded again. “YOU’RE DISGUSTING! I FEEL SICK, JUST LOOKING AT YOU. I’M PHYSICALLY SICK.” She was breathing hard, her cheeks flush with anger. “How many other men’s cum have you tasted?” “None. Honey, believe me, I’ve never had sex with anyone but you since we’ve been married. You have to believe me...” “Really?” she asked, more a statement than a question. “Then it’s time we proved that you really are a queer.” With that she walked over to the door connecting our room to the next one. I saw that the door on the other side was already open. And then it hit me: we were not alone. *** “Come in here, Eric,” my wife said. “I want you to meet my husband.” In walked a big, burly, leather-clad hunk of a man. If I had to conjure up my fantasy leather daddy, he’d look a lot like this heavy-set stud who stood before me. He was a good four inches taller than me and weighed at least 250 pounds. (I’m only about 150 pounds myself.) Beneath his leather cap his hair was close-cropped; he gazed at me with commanding blue-grey eyes; his thick beard was streaked with grey. He wore a studded leather harness tight across his furry chest and his big beer gut, and leather bands around his thick biceps. His huge thighs were encased in tight black chaps. His cock, long and heavy and already swelling, hung open between his legs. He, too, wore a cock ring. Eric walked across the room and extended his hand. I shook it and he continued to hold it as our eyes met. “A pleasure, boy, a pleasure,” he said. “I’ve been looking forward to this ever since your wife told me about you.” My mouth was dry. His grip sent a bolt of sexual electricity through me. This man could do anything he wants to me, I thought. I just nodded. Eric reached out with his other arm and pulled me into an embrace. I felt our cocks rub together, both stiffening. Nothing had ever felt more wonderful, more natural, than being in this man’s powerful arms, feeling his big belly press against my slender waist. I sighed aloud. At first my arms hung by my side but then, as though they had a will of their own, my hands began to run up his thighs, across his hairy ass cheeks and around his back. Eric’s hands found my little butt and squeezed. I felt his bristly beard rub against my close-trimmed one and then his lips brushed my neck. His hot breath there cause me to sigh in pleasure. Without thinking about it, I started to rub his back and arms, savoring his strength. From the corner of my eye, I caught my wife’s hate-filled glare. “KISS HIM!” she ordered. I turned my face toward Eric’s and his lips brushed mine, once, twice, then our mouths locked together. He grabbed my dog collar so I could not retreat – not that I wanted to. I parted my lips and his tongue thrust between my teeth and explored my tongue. He tasted raunchy, traces of cigarettes and beer. I loved it. “God, I HATE FAGGOTS,” my wife raged. “FUCKING QUEERS. That’s so UNNATURAL.” She told Eric to sit on the chair by the desk. Then she turned to me. “Get on your knees in front of him.” I did as I was told. “Now suck his dick.” I took it in my hand but hesitated. Eric’s dick was much bigger than my dildo. I was afraid I’d gag on it. My wife, though, would brook no resistance. “You know you want it, girlie-man. SUCK IT!” I looked up at Eric. He smiled at me. “Better do as the lady says, boy, or I’ll have to get rough with you.” I brought my lips to the mushroom-shaped head of his dick. It was smooth and glistened with his precum. I swirled my tongue around the tip. The first taste of his salty man-cream sent a shiver down my spine. This is what I’ve always wanted, I thought, and I’m finally doing it. I opened my mouth and slowly drew as much of Eric’s meat in as I could. I felt his body tense and a deep grunt escaped his throat. His pleasure thrilled me. I began to move my head up and down, sometimes pulling off him to swirl my tongue around the outside. Then I lapped his balls as I pumped his shaft. “You’re a natural cocksucker, boy,” Eric gasped. His words filled me with a new kind of joy, the joy a gay man feels when he discovers he can please his partner sexually. As I drew Eric’s dick back within my mouth, I heard a clicking sound. I realized my wife had our camera and she was taking pictures as I went down on Eric. I stopped sucking his dick and looked at her. “What are you doing?” I asked in disbelief. “You HUMILIATED me, you bastard,” she cried. She was visibly trembling with anger. “And now I’m going to get even with you. EVERYONE’S GOING TO SEE THESE!” Eric broke the tension. “Don’t worry about it, boy. We both know that you’re through with women. What do you care what she does with her fuckin’ pictures?” And I knew at once that he was right. I was enjoying man sex far too much to ever go back. *** “Lie down on the bed, boy,” Eric instructed me. I did as I was told. He straddled my chest and his bulk trapped me as his stiff cock waved in front of my eyes. I could not have moved him off me if I had tried. I realized that this is what it means to be dominated. “Open wide,” Eric demanded in his firm, quiet voice. “I’m going to fuck that pretty mouth of yours.” I parted my lips as I was told and was rewarded with thick, hot manmeat. Eric thrust in and out of my mouth, and I gagged. “Please, not so hard, I can’t,” I whined. He laughed and shoved it right back in. I grasped his thighs and thrilled at the sensation of the leather. My wife leaned over, still taking pictures and still making nasty comments. “I hope he CHOKES you with his dick, you queen. YOU’RE NOTHING BUT A FUCKING COCKSUCKER! THAT’S RIGHT, YOU MISERABLE HOMO FAGGOT!” Her words turned me on even more. I sucked with new enthusiasm and the instinct to gag subsided. Eric went deeper in my throat and my dick got even harder. Abruptly he stopped. Eager to swallow his load, I was disappointed. He swung around and presented his ass to me. It was huge and hairy as I ran my hands across it. “Taste my ass, boy, get your tongue in my shitter.” With that he pressed his crack against my nose. All I could see, all I could feel, were his vast, hairy cheeks. I smelled the funky aroma of sweat and butt juice. With my tongue I explored around his butthole. Soon it was slick with my saliva. Then, tentatively, hesitantly, I probed his anus with my tongue and worked it inside. I was rewarded with a loud moan. “That’s it, boy, get that tongue in deep. Yeah, let me feel it.” Eric’s words sounded far away. My wife leaned over me. “God, that’s GROSS,” she cried. “I’ve never seen anything so FILTHY in all my life. ALL YOU FAGS SHOULD BE ARRESTED FOR THE THINGS YOU DO! YOU’RE PERVERTED! SICK!” Eric had been holding my cock and pumping it gently. Now he brought it into his mouth and swallowed it to the base. I felt his lips brush my crotch hair as he deep-throated me. I thought I would die from ecstasy. My wife always hated sucking me and would stop after the first dribble of precum. As Eric pleasured me, I responded in kind. My tongue thrashed about, in and out of Eric’s shithole, lapping as if my life depended on it. *** “I want you to fuck him, the little shit,” my wife said sharply to Eric. “That was our deal. You promised you’d fuck him without a rubber.” Eric withdrew, leaving me breathing hard, prostrate on my back. I could scarcely believe what had been happening – and what was about to happen next. Eric went into the other room and came back with some lube. My wife glared at me; I said nothing to her. Returning to our bed, Eric told me to pull my knees to my chest. He then began to lap around my ass, wetting my curly butt fuzz, and followed by probing my butthole with his tongue. The sensation left me writhing and moaning. So this was what it feels to be on the receiving end of a rim job! I thought, I could get used to this in a hurry. Then Eric squeezed some lube on my crack and started to work it in past my sphincter with one of his thick fingers. The whole universe seemed concentrated at one point, my cherry anus, as he worked that digit in and out. I felt a moment of pain as he pressed a second finger into my unyielding hole and I willed myself to relax. “Breathe, boy,” Eric coaxed tenderly. I appreciated the care he gave me. When both fingers were in, I felt my muscles relax. He started a gentle scissoring motion to stretch me. I felt my balls swelling even more. “Tell him what you want, FAGGOT,” my wife sneered. "Say it with a lisp." “Please, Eric,” I murmured, “I want your big cock inside me. I need it. Please – give me what I need.” With that, Eric withdrew his fingers. He pumped his cock a couple of times, making sure it was rock hard. Still on his knees, he moved between my legs and shifted my legs onto his broad shoulders. I felt the tip of his cock press against my waiting butt opening. Our eyes met and he smiled at me as he increased the pressure on my anus. I felt a burning sensation and began to push back against his cock. It felt like a baseball bat was being shoved into my rear as the burning increased. I winced from the sharp pain. But then my sphincter relaxed and the tip of his dick slid into me. Slowly, slowly he pushed deeper into my back passage. The burning subsided, replaced by the most exquisite sense of fullness and completeness I had ever experienced. Eric is fucking me, I thought. My wife is watching Eric fuck me. Oh, God! I can’t believe this is finally happening. As Eric buried himself within me, I gripped his powerful forearms. My hands seemed so dainty. I caught a glimpse of my pretty watch and my pride rings. This is what I was meant to be, a bottom for my manlover’s thick cock. A wide smile of contentment crossed my face, and I uttered girlish cries, “Ah! Mmm!” each time Eric thrust into me. My wife, her eyes wide at the sight of her husband taking another man’s cock, could not contain herself. “YOU SEE! YOU SEE! YOU LIKE THAT! You like being fucked. This is so fucking HUMILIATING! I’m married to a God-damn QUEER, a God-damn, stinking FAGGOT. YOU’RE NOT A REAL MAN – NO REAL MAN WOULD LET HIMSELF BE FUCKED!” New tears streamed down her face; her eyes were red and swollen from crying. She snapped more photos even as she screamed expletives at me. But my attention was fixed on my ass, on the amazing feelings Eric’s huge tool produced as he began to move in and out. Precum oozed from my dick, purplish and swollen more than I had ever seen it. I looked up at Eric’s face. It was contorted with lust. “Do you like my ass, sir?” I asked. “I hope my ass pleases you, sir.” He smiled down at me. “You’re a fast learner, boy. Good to see that I don’t have to teach you good manners.” He started to pick up the pace, now that my ass muscles were relaxing. I heard the soft, squishy sound a cock makes when it plunges in and out of a tight, wet hole – a cunt or an ass. The beautiful sound made by Eric’s cock and my ass. The room filled with the aroma of my back passage. Our eyes met and he leaned forward to kiss me. Our tongues met and his fucked my willing mouth. I felt the weight of his round beer gut atop me. My top likes my lithe body, I thought. I ran my hands up his hairy biceps and over his shoulders. When he broke our kiss, my hands explored his chest. I tugged on his harness and kneaded his abdomen with my slender fingers. “You are so sweet, sir,” I cooed. My wife looked ready to puke. I didn’t care. *** The surge of a rising orgasm built within my cock. It seemed to well up from some inner recess and take control of my body. “I’m going to cum, sir! I can’t help it. Please, sir, may I come?” Before Eric could answer, mancream spurted from my dick slit in little jets, flying across my chest and even reaching my beard. The volume of jism amazed me – I hadn’t produced anything like it since I was in my twenties. “I didn’t tell you something, hubby,” she snarled. “Eric is HIV positive. He’s going to infect you, you miserable bastard. How do you like that?” “I don’t care,” I gasped. “I only care about his pleasure.” By this time, my wife had had enough. I felt sorry for her at that moment, even as she let her homophobia erupt. She went into the bathroom and slammed the door hard. “Damn loud-mouthed bitch,” Eric said with a shrug. You’ll take orders from me now, not her.” “Yes, sir,” I said, meekly. He pulled out of me, leaving a void and momentary disappointment. “Turn over on your knees, faggot.” When he used that word, it didn’t bother me. In fact, it sent an erotic charge through me, as my true sexual identity was now no longer a secret. My legs felt like jelly, but I did as I was told. On all fours I faced the bathroom door. Eric moved behind me, pressed his cock against my slick, open butthole, and rammed his meat into me in one fluid motion. He went so deep so quickly that for a moment I felt that the tip would come out my throat. “OHHH, yes!!! Thank you, sir,” I gasped. “You made a mistake before, boy. You came without permission.” “I’m sorry, sir. It felt so good I couldn’t control myself.” “That’s no excuse,” he said, as he resumed his in-and-out action. My cock somehow stiffened again. “If you want to be my bottom, you better learn to follow orders. I’ll have to punish you.” With that he began to spank me, and plenty hard. “Thank you, sir,” I cried after each blow. The room echoed with the echoes of his slaps on my ass cheeks. My wife emerged from the bathroom fully clothed. Our eyes met, and I saw again on her face utter contempt and profound revulsion. And it was an incredible turn-on! Her face reddened as Eric spanked me and fucked me and I called out my gratitude and obvious ecstasy. “Oh, thank you, sir! I need a man like you to teach me how to be a good bottom.” Then, with a deliberate lisp in my voice, I added, “You’re so strong, so manly.” And that sent my wife off the deep end. “WE’RE FINISHED, GIRLIE-MAN!” she shrieked. “I HOPE YOU ENJOY YOUR NEW LOVER. NO WOMAN WOULD EVER WANT TO TOUCH YOU AFTER SHE SAW THIS. IT’S SICK, IT’S REVOLTING.” With that, she opened the door into the hall and stormed out, the door slamming loudly behind her. *** Eric leaned forward and pulled two pillows under my dick. With his massive torso on my back, my arms collapsed. I turned my head to the side. He began to kiss me again over my shoulder, and I twisted to meet his tongue. His arms went under me and his thrusts quickened. He broke our kiss and gasped, “Here it comes, boy. Take my poz load! Take it like a man!” “Yes, sir. I want it, sir. I want your toxic load in my ass! Seed me!” There was one final moment of hesitation, followed by the deepest lunge yet. “AH! AH! AHHHH!” Eric roared in my ear, as hard, rapid thrusts followed, as it heavy balls slapped against my ass cheeks. I was thrilled – I had fulfilled my deepest craving, to please my manlover. And suddenly that triggered my second orgasm, very different from the first but just as pleasurable. Eric lay atop me, his enormous bulk pinning me. We continued to kiss over my shoulder, softer, more tenderly. My life had been changed forever, as we both knew. My straight life was over. From this point forward I would live my true identity, as a man who loved men.

I’m on a work trip currently in the capital city. Last night after dinner, I was just working from my hotel room downtown when I get this message on Grindr. Older guy, in his early 50s, no face pic but nice toned and hairy body, taller than me at around 5’11. Short salt and pepper beard from what course be seen of his chin and jawline on the pics. He’s just finished dinner and is horny. I’m starting to get horny too. Not a lot of small talk and he goes straight to the point. He gives me an address, tells me how to get into the building through an unlocked back door and down to the basement. He orders me to wait for him in a designated corner, blindfolded, with poppers at hand. The address is literally less than 10 minutes away walking. I just slip on some black sweatpants, no underwear, shove my poppers and leather blindfold into my back pocket and gets on my way. I arrive in front of an small apartment building, go around as told, down some stairs to a door. It is in fact unlocked and I get in. First door to the right, down another few steps into the locker room. I make my way to a dark corner on the left, close to locker number 56 as he told me. It’s a dead end, quite far away from the entrance, and the light above the door barely makes it all the way to that corner. I put the blindfold on as I was told, and just wait, holding my poppers in my right hand. After 2 or 3 minutes, I hear the door open, some steps coming towards me. No words, just the sound of pants being unzipped and pulled down, and a hand pushing me to my knees. His dick is already hard and he pushes it into my mouth. He’s probably a good 7”, with a good thickness. I gag a bit but start sucking him the best I can. He starts moaning and thrusting, holding my head in place with both hands. I can tell he’s trying to be as quiet as he can. He takes the poppers off my hand and takes a deep sniff himself before putting the bottle under my nose, and ordering me to inhale. After 5 minutes of sucking, his dick is all wet from my saliva and his precum. He grabs me under the arms to have me stand and flips me. “Put your hands on the wall” he says as he pulls my sweatpants down. “No underwear, easy access slut”. He’s spitting on my hole and licking it. I hear him stand up and feel his cock rubbing between my cheeks, pressing against my hole, until he thrusts balls deep into it. It’s painful but he puts his hand onto my mouth before I could make a sound. “Shhhh”. I feel him thrust in and out, one hand on my mouth, his left arm around my neck. His face close to mine, I can feel his breath on my ear. He’s panting, picking up the pace. I need more poppers. He speeds up again then stops, deep in my hole. I feel his cock throbbing. He shooting his load. He’s still holding me for a few minutes, catching his breath. “Don’t move” he whispers. I’m still facing the wall, arched back with my pants at my ankles, my hole dripping. “Beautiful!” as he slaps my ass. I can hear him get dressed. “You didn’t even ask for a condom” he adds as he leaves. I never saw his face.

I suck you off and swallow most of your first load. My close-cropped beard is matted with your cum. You are starting to get hard again. We both understand what is next. When we arranged this date, we didn’t pretend it was about anything but sex and my willingness to serve as an object for your pleasure. I lie on my back on the carpet and pull my legs up and apart. You say, “I want you to remember this, faggot,” and snap this picture. Then your tongue finds my hole. I feel the wetness and the warmth. A moan escapes my lips. You follow with a thick finger, then a second, stretching me. The heat increases. Now I am moaning and gasping steadily. My little dick is rock hard. “Please, sir. Please. I need your cock.” You take a tube of lube and rub some on your dick and into my hole. We had agreed that you would use a condom but you do not offer and I don’t ask. You move to your knees, propping yourself on one powerful arm. You guide the tip of your cock to the tip of my hole and slide in easily. I remember when I first had anal sex this part would hurt and I would ask my top to go slowly. But there have been many men since then. You are deep inside me now. I feel your balls against my ass. I am completely full with your manhood – it seems as though your dick will come out my throat, you are so far inside me. I start to pull on my own dick, but you push my hand away. “Faggots don’t deserve to cum,” you mutter. I grip your thick forearms instead. My hands seem dainty and girlish. You are thrusting deep inside of me and pulling nearly all the way out. I hear your loud grunts and feel the mounting tension in your body. This isn’t about me at all. You never flatter me or say I’m cute or attractive. You are a Man and you need to plant your seed in a cunt. My ass is that cunt. When I open my eyes, I see male passion on your face and – yes – contempt for me, a male who has let himself be reduced to a pussy. I feel humiliated and insignificant. And it feels right, at this moment. You cum inside me with a deep, manly grunt. It is sound I’m incapable of making. As your thrusts subside, you pull out and rub some cum around my gaping hole, then thrust back inside me to leave the rest. Your cum will ooze from my boi-cunt all night. “Thank you, sir,” I say softly, as you finally pull out. “You’ve got a lot to thank me for, faggot,” you grunt. You don’t say another word. You reach for your clothes, pull them on, and walk out. You never even asked me my name.

I am very exhibitionist. I love fucking in front of an audience in a sexclub. Some pictures of me taken in sexclub have already appeared in gay sex magazine. I’d like to get more of that

HIV risk is not a “game”. It’s a serious hazard inherent to bareback sexual intercourse, and although the majority of cases are among men who have sex with men, approximately 20% of HIV+ persons are female. Women can both contract and spread HIV. A bisexual man’s ethical responsibility toward a woman he fucks bareback is - or ought to be - precisely the same as that toward any man he fucks bareback: That is, to ensure that the partner is fully aware of his status and the risk involved, an to ensure that he has taken every measure that he can take to prevent himself from spreading the disease. The gender is immaterial - you’re dealing with another human life. What this basically says is, ‘Who gives a shit about the ethics - they’re women.’ How does this address the OP’s question about the ethics of putting a woman at risk of HIV? (Hint: It doesn’t.)

I have experience with that scenario, though the father and son did not touch each other. I knew the father for about seven years, he was late 40s and I found him on A4A one night, he promised to come over the next morning and he showed up right on time. Amazing how a web cam can convince someone at 11 pm at night to be at your place 9 am sharp the next morning, see I keep pushing the web cam gentleman. I would have him over maybe every other month, huge top who was very skilled, knew what he was doing. Very good natured, I always managed to get him off, he told me how much he enjoyed my company. Nice enough to pick me up, take me to his "second home" and play there in a sling. I also invited him if I had a "group" over, usually someone who was local who might have been entertaining an out of town guest. One particular friend had a guy visit who took the Greyhound Bus from Oklahoma to Tampa, so I invited them to come down to the Bradenton area to play. Well I also invited my local buddy, to make it an even four, and he really appreciated me asking him to join the group. He said he was flattered I would think of him, but to be honest, he was non-judgmental, he basically was nice to everyone and proceeded to fuck the hell out of me, his little socks flew off his feet when he shot his load. I felt I was a good host that day So a few weeks later he said he had a "surprise" for me, and wanted to know when I might be free for him to come over. We planned on a weekend, mid day. He shows up with this guy in his mid 20s and says "this is my son". Well when he pulled down his pants, I could see the family resemblance, though the son was a shade or two darker, and about an inch or two bigger (really big). I remember blowing the two of them and I looked us as they were thouching each other's nipples. Now, there is only so much room in my ass, and they are very hygienic. So the son went to town on my ass, I remember him smiling at me, he still had braces. I did ask for ID only because I was so excited, and they are indeed father and son. His Dad took a whole bunch of pictures, while his son fucked me, I never saw them touch each other besides the nipples. The son pushed me so far back on my bed by the time he shot his load in me I was virtually standing on my head. We had a good laugh about it, the father enjoyed it, we had a blast. I continued to see the two of them over the next several years, usually adding another bottom so that it would be an even four. I miss my old apartment, living in that small city where "being a big fish in a little pond" had it's advantages. My old city was known for it's outlet mall off of I-75. I used to joke when the exit was coming up on drivers, I said they should post "next exit to @ellentonboy. It would have made giving directions so much easier. That's my story of having sex with a father and son. The son was mid and I suppose now late 20s, I guess over 30. I really miss his Dad, who was wonderful to me. It can happen guys, no need to make it creepy or illegal, because this is an example of two legal aged gay male adults, who just both happened to be father and son, and didn't mind stopping by my apartment for a little "[banned word]" fun time.

I used to love going to the Phoenix in New Orleans back when the upper bar was fun. It had a small dark room, partitions with gloryholes and a sling in one corner. It was great. One Saturday night I got up the nerve to get in the sling. At first nothing happened then a black guy approached me and unzipped. His friends were like 'what are you doing?' He shrugged them off and started to fuck me. The atmosphere in the room changed immediately as guys got 'friendlier' with each other. Someone turned my head to the side so he could feed me his cock. He let me blow him for a few minutes before bending over and whispering in my ear with a low growl, "We are all going to fuck you". When let me tell you that sent me to the moon. My cock was so hard if felt like it would snap off if anybody touched it. Not sure how many men fucked me that night, it's all a bit of a blur now but I will never forget those words and how exciting it was. That guy gave me a thrill that still makes my heart thump when I relive the moment. Anybody have an experience like mine?

I have not personally experienced this with my ID specialist (who is, like yours was, my PCP). That said, it is indeed a fact that the practice of medicine is changing rapidly. When I first needed a doctor after graduate school, I was fortunate that I had a relative-by-marriage (married to my cousin) who had recently become a doctor. He went into partnership with an older doctor, and a large chunk of my relatives on that side of the family came to be his patients in his practice. Other doctors joined, the original doctor retired, and there was a nice thriving little group of doctors. Then a large local hospital bought their practice (and many others), and they all became employees rather than business owners. There were, as in your case, financial decisions that went into that, some of which probably have to do with liability and malpractice. I'm sure there were also some savings by consolidating things like building maintenance, payroll services, claims processing, and the like under a central umbrella. One way those large groups control costs is by covering physicians for what they are specialists in, and no more. So, for instance, the malpractice liability rates may be lower for an ID specialist if he's not also diagnosing, treating, and writing prescriptions for a variety of other conditions. Another is by managing billing. ID specialists can bill for ID-related services at a higher rate than a GP, most likely, and by having him see only ID patient issues, all his work can be billed at a higher rate than if some of it had to be billed at GP rates. It may be that this larger corporation can consolidate all the ID work under, say, two ID specialists instead of three, and hire a cheaper GP to do the PCP work in another clinic or facility. In any event, it's indeed likely to be a strictly business decision and one that wasn't entered into lightly. I'm not suggesting your feelings on the subject are wrong in any way; I'm just saying that the office worker who tried to offer assistance transferring part of your caseload to other doctors was genuinely trying to make the transition as workable as possible for the patients in the office. Side note on my cousin-in-law's practice: I was without insurance for several years before the ACA as a self-employed person, so I didn't go to the doctor unless I was actually sick, and that usually happened after hours anyway so I'd just go to the Urgent Care and self-pay if needed. Once I was insured, I found that not having seen the doctor in over a year, my file was "closed" and his office managers weren't letting him take on new patients (which I would be, after that gap). My partner was seeing another doctor in that practice (he was insured at work), but that doctor decided to quit the practice and go into a "boutique" firm that offered what they called "concierge" medicine - they didn't take insurance, and you paid them a substantial fee every year, and in turn you got a certain number of MD visits a year, including wellness consultations, etc. Great if you have a lot of money to splurge on care with no insurance subsidizing it, but not for us; my partner had to switch to a different doctor in my cousin-in-law's practice. This kind of thing is only going to become more common as more and more care is consolidated.

I have never been a big viewer of porn. I don’t actually seek it out but have watched scenes when it is playing in the background while I’m getting bred. With that said the porn that seems to hold my attention is the older stuff. Guys from the 90’s or early 2000’s that clearly are being ravaged by HIV and have distended belly’s and wasted faces. I find them incredibly hot and would have dropped to my knees to worship them back in the day. I think it is because so many of the men that bred me back then looked like them and were “real” men to me. If I were to actively look for and watch porn it would be videos like those.

I'm in Mykonos for the week and on the first night a hot guy bred me twice. Felt his getting thicker as he was about to cum deep inside me. Sadly it's very windy here and not a lot of people like to go outside at night so it's not as easy as I imagined to get bred on this island.

Even if I have a loose hole, it’s not enough. I’d like to have one staying open and wrecked for a good moment after work.

Many German media report that the Berghain does not close and that the rumor has not been confirmed. [think before following links] https://www.tagesspiegel.de/berlin/insider-korrigiert-sich-geruchte-um-schliessung-des-legendaren-berliner-clubs-berghain-8753446.html [think before following links] https://www.morgenpost.de/berlin/article236678371/Geruechte-um-Schliessung-Party-im-Berghain-soll-weitergehen.html So the LAB should also be safe. 😀

Tonight I stopped off at my local video store. It has booths in the back for play. When I arrived there were old guys that I was not attracted to at all. I spent about an hour walking around with no luck. I was just about to leave when a tall older daddy came in and made eye contact. He went into a booth and motioned for me to cum in as well. I instantly rubbed his cock through his pants and I could tell he was packing. He gave me a big kiss with tongue and put his hand down the back of my pants so I knew what he wanted. He pulled out his cock and it was huge. The fattest I have ever had in my mouth. I sucked him and then he turned me around and bred me. I had to use lube. I have not had to do that in a very long time. My point is that if I would have left I would have missed out on a beer can cock and massive load in me. I think a good rule is to not leave until you have a load in you or you have deposited a load.

Sorry i have been away. Next chapter below. Enjoy! After we finished out breakfast, he asked me if we could stop by his friends place and drop off some groceries as he doesnt get out of the house cause he is sick. I agreed and we went over. When we got there, Ricky had a key to his place and we let ourselves in. We went into the living room and there his friend was lying on the couch. He looked like he had full blown AIDS. "Mike this is my friend Jeff, Jeff this is Mike", Ricky said. I said hello and shook his hand. For someone who looked sick he had a good grip. He was black, in his mid 60's and was about 6ft but he was no more than 110lbs. He was gaunt and has lesions on his chest as he was wearing no shirt and some tight boxers. I glazed over his cock and it was a good size and starting to get hard. "Mike you devil you, Jeff got you all worked up", he asked "Yeah he looks like he has a nice ass. You fuck him", Mike asked "Yes ive bred him several times and his pussy is still tight", Ricky said slapping my ass and telling me to help Mike out. I got on my knees near the couch and pulled off his boxers. While he was gaunt his cock was about 8" and really thick. I sucked on him and swallowed him in one felt swoop. "Ohhhh yeah what a whore you have got here", he moaned pushing my head further on his meat I easily took him into my throat and massaged his cock in my mouth. He was too weak to really fuck me so i pulled out my butt plug and sat on his cock. He grabbed my hips and pushed me up and down on his cock. He felt really good as he was thicker than Ricky but nowhere as long but long enough and he was wrecking my prostate. I was so horny my pussy started to convulse around his meat. "Oh shit this whores pussy is eating up my cock. Work it bitch" he said digging his fingers into my hips. I squeezed really hard and he let out a large moan. I knew he was close. Ricky had pulled out his cock and fed it to me. I sucked him while riding Mike. I was heaven when Mike pulled out of my mouth and whispered into my ear, "I am going to make you feel so good. Inhale", as he put a bottle under my nose. It was poppers and it made my head feel fuzzy and my body relaxed. He went behind me and i felt his cock at my hole. "No Daddy please dont you are both too big", i cried out "Shut up whore take it, you know you want it", Mike yelled "Dont worry baby it will hurt as first but you will enjoy it trust me", Ricky said soothingly He pushed in and it hurt like hell. Mike kept me where i was and started lifting his hips off the couch and fucking me and nailing my prostate...."Ohh God", i moaned "Yeah you whore you luv my cock in you dont you. Its hitting your gspot", Mike tease "Yes it feels so good to have you in me", i moaned "And what else whore", Mike asked "I want your diseased cock and cum in me", i moaned "Yeah i got a high viral load for your now. You are going to have my baby bitch. Ohhh damn your pussy is so good.", he moaned while fucking me Mike pushed more into me and I yelled in pain. He had about 3 inches in and it hurt. Ricky put the bottle back under my nose and i inhaled deep. It made my head spin and i leaned forward more. Mike pulled me down and kissed me. Our tongues danced with each other and i felt a lesion on his tongue. I played with it and sucked on it. "You dirty whore, you like my sick tongue with that lesion", he asked "Yes its so sexy", i moaned back. I was in flux...it was incredible pleasure our kissing, being fucked so good and yet in pain as Ricky shoved his stick in me. I was in heaven kissing Mike, sucking on his lesion, while he was working my cunt. Ricky was slowly sinking into me. It hurt like hell. "Oh bitch your cunt is expanding to take our cocks, and your cunt is pink a little so i know you are going to get pregnant today", he said I just put my head down and focused on taking Rickys cock in me. I felt myself being torn into two but just breathed and enjoyed the moment. I just tried to relax and take both cocks. I was sweating all over and it really did hurt but i wanted to please both of them. I felt his slowly sink in me and finally felt his balls at my hole. "Ohhhh damn, your cunt has both of us in you whore", Ricky laughed "Damn your cunt is tighter than ever and its fucking squeezing me. You are one horny cunt arent you", Mike said It was true i was a horny whore. My cunt on its own started to spasm and massage their cocks. They both moaned and Ricky started to push back and forth slowly letting me get used to having both of them. It was the most intense feeling of my life. My pussy was being stretched beyond belief and they were moving me me touching me in different spots. Ricky was so deep in my pass my 2nd ring and Mike was wrecking my prostate and together they were stretching my hole. My cunt relaxed and intense pain turned into amazing pleasure. My pussy started to spasm and massage their cocks and i couldnt stop moaning. "Ohhh yeah look at this whore. One minute please dont and then next moaning like a slut", Mike said ":Ohhhh yes it feels so good", i moaned "You want us to stop?", MIke asked and he stopped fucking me "No please keep fucking me both of you", i moaned "Yeah he needs it", Ricky said They were right...i needed both of them. I was moaning so loud like a bitch in heat. I was babbling and moaning. It was the most intense fuck of my life. They were both so huge and stretching my cunt more than i thought it could take. Mike pulled me towards him and gave me a deep kiss, our tongues made out and i could feel lesions on his tongue. I sucked on them and wanted more. Me flat on his stomach allowed Ricky to almost sit on my ass and pound the shit out of me. He jackhammered me hard and swift. I let out a moan of pain and pleasure into Mike's mouth. He just took it in and grabbed my nipples and started to play them. I couldn't stop moaning, i was in ecstasy. After another 10 minutes of this pounding, Mike let out a loud moan and yelled, "I am going to poz your cunt with my aids" I yelled back, "Oh yes please make me pregnant with your seed". He froze and grabbed my hips hard and thrust in me. I felt his huge cock expand and shoot a hot charged load in me. Ricky couldn't hold off any longer and i felt his cock burst in me. I was a bitch in heat and kept riding Mike and pushing back on Ricky trying to get as much cock in me and using my cunt muscles to squeeze every drop out of them. "Ohhh yeah bitch you want it all don't you", Ricky said as i kept pushing back and forth onto his huge stick. He was wrecking my prostate and i was on the edge. "Yeah bitch ride cock.....that's all you are good for", he said. After a few more thrusts i couldn't hold back and shot all over Mike's chest. After cumming, Mike pulled me down and gave me a deep sensual kiss. I stayed there calming down from my orgasm with 2 huge cocks and all that poz seed in me while kissing this gorgeous AIDS man.

I'm not known as a patient guy and had no intention of waiting for the Italian guy to send more action my way. I was now hot and horny for more cum in my ass. Why wait? I remembered a Squirt profile of a top nearby. "Don't invite me unless you already have two loads on board. Hopefully from different guys ... lol. You'll need the only lube I ever use to accommodate my beer can thick 11 inch monster. I only play raw and always flood your ass with a gallon of my sweet milk." I had been hoping to entertain this silver fox for over a year but my conditions had never been right until this moment. I had three loads filling my guts from three different workmen. God, I hoped he would be on line. And he was. I sent him my invitation and he was knocking on my door within 15 minutes. True to his profile he was 6' 4" of linebacker stature. His handsome stern face communicated that I better be telling the truth. Without words he pushed inside and slammed my door shut. He pinned me against the wall and laid a ferocious kiss on my mouth. Meanwhile his large paw of a hand slid down my back, under my towel and a thick finger plunged in my sloppy hole. "Where is your bedroom?" He ripped my towel off as I led him. By the time we got there he was shirtless and hopping out of his pants and underwear. His body was covered with beautiful silver hair and his cock was everything he advertised. I began to question my decision. But I was struggling to get as much of his monster cock down my throat as he pushed on my shoulders. "I didn't come here to face fuck you faggot. Turn around. Give me your slutty ass." I spun around and his fat cock head wasted no time pushing in my hole. I was glad I was already stretched out by three cocks, 'cause he was just starting and I already felt like he was going to split me in two. The pain was so intense I screamed. "That’s right slut, scream away if you must but it would be best if you take deep breaths. I don't wait for no one." The pain continued to burn, but I was determined to take him balls deep so pushed back with all I was worth. I'm always amazed at how quickly the pain turns to pleasure when they are balls deep and although fuller than I had ever been this giant was no exception. He pounded away and drove me into my mattress. I just kept pushing my ass back at him. Then he spun me around and tossed my legs up on his shoulders. I couldn't believe the sight of him towering over me as his monster erection expertly found my hole and drove in deep. At this angle it hurt like hell but I had no intention of stopping him. Every thrust felt like it would rip me open but I just begged, "Harder, harder, fuck me harder. " He was now sweating like a pig and his breath was getting ragged. "Breed me. Flood my guts with your cum!" He kept pounding away as rope after rope painted me deeper than I had ever been bred before. As he was panting collapsed on top of me my doorbell rang.

Last night a fuckbud/friend stayed over. Fb is 58. He teaches swimming and has a tight body and snow white beard. After we all enjoyed dinner and some tv, my # 1 retired downstairs in his room, and the fb and I retired to the primary. I love that we live by our own ‘rules’. While I was face down naked turning off the lights on my ipad, he starts playing with and eating my ass. Weird, for me. In no time, he’s choking himself on my dick. He’s really into forcing it all down his throat. I can feel my big dick head pop through something at the bottom of his throat. HOT. He can’t keep it there long, but just that fact that he is so hungry for my dick. I trade and suck his some. His is average 5 1/2 ROCK hard -yeah boy- and lassoed tight around his dick and balls. In no time I’m moving in for the deed. Lubing his hole. Wanting my dick inside him . He’s on his back, legs in the air, wanting the same thing. I push in and FUCK I have him in this tight little ball, dominating him. My dick is buried deep as it gets AND I can kiss him too. I am fucking away. Gentle. He says I can get rough. My head is swimming and I can feel how all my capillaries are open. I’m flushed with heat and sheer horny. I can’t fuck rougher now. Every tiny bit . . .his ass gripping my dick . . . small movements are blowing my nervous system. I keep stroking stroking though. He wants to be FUCKED Damn, I love a man who wants dick like that. I have a lot of dick! We pause briefly. I put my pillow under his ass, raising it up. I slide back inside him at the perfect level. And being the selfish beast I am, in no time I am pounding him. I have precummed so much. His ass is so slippery. I AM GOING TO CUM, I announce And then my dick is twitching deep inside him. I collapse. It’s here I have to say for posterity and anyone who will listen: WHEN A DUDE CUMS THERE IS A BIOLOGICAL REACTION CALLED A REFRACTORY PERIOD. LET THE DUDE COLLAPSE. The panting and sweating might be a hint. <There’s my PSA> After refracting, I ask him, “How are we going to get you off? You know what’s going to make you cum.” He was like “How about I fuck you?” How about? Yeah boy! I haven’t a dude’s load since last spring. I’m 95% top and looking to broaden my scope. He has me on my back. His dick goes in and FITS. You know the size and shape work so it’s not forever slipping out. And he fucks me. He balls me up like I did him. He’s pinning my legs back and railing my ass. And cumming. HE BLEW HIS LOAD UP MY ASS. Yeah boy! I usually give. Getting was super fun. Then sometime in the middle of the night we’re naked under the covers. Idk who got who hard, but he said to me, “ I want to ride it.” The lube is at arm’s length. <snap> I am on my back, boner sticking up, slippery and ready. He hops on. He lines it up. I feel his ass pop and let me in. He slides all the way down my shaft. My dick is way up in his guts. Best thing is, his dick, still lassoed, gets crazy hard. My dick is throbbing inside him where I’ve already left one load. He’s sitting down hard on it and taking all my meaty goodness . . . squeezing that shit from the inside. I’m stroking his rock hard dick while he rides mine. ”I’m going to cum like this.” he said. He just climbed on! I’m stroking his hard dick. I tease him about cumming. “You going to cum for me? Are you gonna make my dick feel your ass squeezing it when you pump out a load on my furry chest?” Then things got juicy. His dick. My hand. My fur. I told him later he could pick out the sperm balls in my fur since they were his. And that he should smell it too. See if it smelled as good as I imagined. He rolled off. Being an equal opportunity refractor, I gave him time to recover. Then asked: “Can I keep fucking your ass?” He’s face down, ass up right away. Damn right. I feel a little pity though. I’ve re-lubed with a light water-base coat to get back inside him. But once I am, there is the resistance that comes from a prior load. Mine. I can feel the . . . it’s almost like a squeaky roughness . . .of my earlier load breaking down, giving up hope, making his ass more vulnerable and receptive. And it feels amazing on my dick. So I do not pull out and add more lube. No that slightly resistant pressure of his cum soaked ass ring on my dick . . . I am reveling in how much he likes it. Dirty homo like me . Grrr. And the second cum is rougher, so he gets what he asked for way up front. A rough fuck. My dickhead feels amazing on his cummy ass walls. I grab his hips and use that hole. I’m throwing every bit of dick I have into him and pulling his ass back on my dick at the same time. Leverage is my thing, and I have it. Like an animal, I’m pounding that hole. I’m wondering if he’s counting the seconds until it is over , until I cum. That only makes me hotter. He’s cum and now he’s biting the pillow wanting my load in him. ‘Cause he know that cum deep in the ass is a GIFT And GIFT him I did. I held his hips so tight to me, I worried I’d bruise his pale white skin. Blew my boys deep. And that was our night. He had to get up @ 7:00 am and go to work teaching the children how to swim. He made him coffee and sent him off. And I masturbated out three more loads before noon thinking what fun that was.

Chapter 15 The Guy fucking him said it probably burns more because his piercing was probably ripping his hole up. He said “ When I am done with you, You’re going to have a fucked up cunt in more than one way “ . The craving the Married guy felt was stronger than ever. He was on fire with lust. His mind was spinning so fast he wasn’t sure what all he wanted, he just knew he wanted something, and he didn’t want this fantastic feeling to ever end. The guy in his ass stared fucking the cunt his Toxic cock was ripping up. He was enjoying the idea of his cock possibly converting an ass the same way he had been converted a couple months ago. Last week when he was finally tested he had a HVL. He decided then to get the tattoo so everyone that he played knew what they were getting. In the past, Doing Tina never gave him issues with keeping hard, It usually intensified the sensation and kept him hard for hours. He knew he was usually good for a few strong loads. This was going to be his second of the night and hopefully not his last one. He looked down and this cock going in and out of the puckered hole, his cock had some cum from the guy that had been in there before and it almost looked like it had a pink cast to it. He also noticed is handy work and those letters were visible to anyone that had this pig bent over. This excited him, he was not only converting a straight married guy to the gay side but was knocking up this new cunt. He also knew that when the guy said he didn’t do drugs that this was his first time, and he would want more of it. Tina would most definitely have her hooks in him, and he would be dating her often. The guy in front of the Married guy was enjoying the wonderful blow job he was getting. The Married guy was taking him to his balls and was getting into using his tongue to massage the bottom of the cock. You would never believe this was his first time sucking a cock, but this was night of firsts for him. The Married guy was holding onto the guy’s hips for balance and then moved his hands around to the guys ass. He remembered how much he enjoyed getting a finger up his ass when he was getting sucked off. He stared teasing the puckered and wet asshole. The Top guy said “ Oh, you really are a slut. You want my load ? “ The Married guy was busy in his own world of Chems and sex and really didn’t hear it. He was busy with the euphoric feeling of heat, something sawing in and out of his ass and trying to please the guy in front of him. He knew he would not be able to match the feelings up his cunt but he was trying. He wasn’t sure why this guy’s ass was wet and slippery but he didn’t care, he wormed a finger into the guy’s ass and searched to find his prostate. When he found it and he started rubbing on it. He had this done a couple weeks ago during an exam and started leaking pre-cum right away. It felt great and wanted to see if he could give this guy the same intense feeling. It must have worked because he backed off the cock to get a breath of air and tasted the salty pre-cum that was coming from the guys cock. The Top guy asked the Married guy if he was ready for a load n his mouth, The Married guy said “ Yes Please “. He didn’t even think of the answer, it seemed to come naturally and driven by the hunger that was now consuming all of his brain and body. The Top guy said “ Ok Slut, Here comes your first drink of cum, You better swallow all of it “. He pushed forward into the Marred Guy’s mouth, at the same time the Married guy pushed two fingers up the Top’s ass and that sent the Top over the edge. He grabbed the Married guy’s head and yelled “ Take it Bitch “. His swollen cock was lodged in the Married guys throat. At the same time the Bio-Hazzard guy shoved as deep as he could in the Married guy’s ass. He knew that his pierced cock was hitting new areas and they were deep. You could hear the married guy making noises, but no one could understand it. The way they had the Married guy, he couldn’t have gotten either cock out of him. He was sandwiched between the two of them. The Married guy was struggling to get air when the Top guy pulled back. Cum was dripping from his mouth. The Married guy gulped in a big gasp of air and was panting. You could clearly see the sweat glistening on the Married guys back. The Bio-Hazzard guy was still balls deep in the Married guy’s ass

Of course I'll breed a hole even when asked to pull out. You put yourself in that situation you accept all responsibility.

Depends on the scenario. I’m rarely asked but when I am I still breed

It's time for the last of Ric's adventures or at least the tales of them. I think I've taken care of all of the loose ends. Chapter 7.4 - Movin On They'd been studying all week, trying to get ready for finals. The silence was broken when Mateo asked "Do you remember the first day we met?" "Yeah. I woke you up so you could take a shower and you said a bunch of flattering things not realizing they weren't just thoughts in your head. Why?" Ric asked. "One of your comments was that you would never take a partner over to the bathhouse, since that's a place to hook up. We've never gone together and I know you've been there a bunch of times" Mateo said. He paused and continued "I need a break before my brain explodes. How about you show me what the allure is?". "Are you sure? It's not really your kind of place. You usually hook up only after they pass your hundred question survey. That won't work very well there" Ric told him. "If I'm going to change my ways, I should learn from the master on how to meet someone for a few minutes of mindless sex" Mateo replied, grinning back at Ric. "I usually last a lot longer than that" Ric said, rubbing his growing bulge. An hour later, they were standing in line at the bathhouse, finding out that a lot of other students were needing some stress relief sex too. Ric noticed a guy a few people in front of them that looked a little familiar. At least his head and shape did. The large back and arm tattoos were what made him question it. When he heard the voice, he remembered instantly. Ric handed over his card and their IDs and smiled at the attendant. "He in the club too?" the attendant asked and Ric nodded. "Boyfriend. We share everything" Ric replied, laughing. The guy leaned forward and said "Three looking today. Really tall blond. Other is a polar bear with a collared boy. You might be only toxic guys tonight." He pushed the IDs and card back and gave Ric a wink. Mateo followed Ric into the locker room, mimicking his moves. He saw Ric looking over at a guy that had just secured his locker when Ric asked "Peter?" The guy stopped and turned, facing Ric. A smile grew over Peter's face and he chuckled a moment before saying "Ric! How's it going?" Ric and Mateo finished stripping as Ric talked to Peter. "What's with the ink? I almost didn't recognize you. I never thought of you as a tattoo guy" Ric said. "I guess that's another thing that I got from you. Tay got one too, but it's pretty small. My views have changed on a lot of things now that I'm poz. The quiet guy is gone and I'm living life to the fullest. It's been a lot more fun" Peter said. "How's Taylor doing? I haven't heard anything from him this year" Ric asked. "He's been running around the country. The job he got is trying to get three people's work out of him. I've seen him maybe four times this year. He's going to be in town next week to pack his stuff up" Peter said. "You stayed roommates even after he found a job?" Ric asked. "Yeah, it was a place for him to crash in between his work trips. All he did was sleep and do laundry there, though. Now that I'm graduating, we're letting the lease end. I love that place, but since I'm moving to the other coast he doesn't want to keep it by himself" Peter said. Ric looked at Mateo and raised his brows. Mateo grinned back at him. "Mind if I give you a call tomorrow about the apartment? We're trying to figure out what to do about next year. I liked your place and if the rent is decent, we might be able to swing a deal with Taylor" Ric said. "That would be great. I know he doesn't want to give it up, but can't swing it on his own. I'm sure he'd give you a deal as long as you keep his ass busy when he's there" Peter said. "That, we can definitely do" Ric replied. "I should have asked Tay for his card to get in here for free. The front desk guy always had some good suggestions on who to tap" "You been sharing?" Ric asked, not expecting Peter's comment. The grin on Peter's face answered Ric's question. "Just finished a couple, that's why I'm here. They're not feeling well, if you catch my drift. One knew and it's a surprise for the other. After watching some of these guys convert, I think I figured out when Taylor's bug got me. Mine was mild compared to some of them. Anyway... I'm in the mood to bottom today before I breed someone. Hopefully there are a few tops around. Have fun" Peter said. Ric watched Peter walk confidently out of the locker room into the hall and was surprised at the transformation. "A victim of yours?" Mateo asked. "Grandson, I guess. He was one of Taylor's. I never thought he'd become a breeder. He didn't take finding out very well, but I guess he's gotten over it" Ric said. They finished stuffing their clothes in the locker, grabbed their towels and wandered out into the bathhouse. As Ric walked down the hall he heard a familiar voice call out "Beg for it!" from one of the private rooms. The door was open and Ric peered inside, with Mateo looking around him. Scotty was feeding the guy's mouth and Dan was drilling the bottom. The bottom pulled off Scotty's hard cock just long enough to cry out "Breed me!" and then inhale Scotty's hard dick again. Dan looked up and winked at Ric and Mateo right before he thrust in and blew his load inside. Ric gave him a thumbs up and they continued on their way. They found the only really tall guy in the playroom sling with a small group waiting to drill his ass so Ric thought he'd check on him later. There were a few bottoms in private rooms offering up their holes, but Ric kept looking to see the entire menu. "What about that guy?" Mateo asked as they passed yet another room with a cute guy laying on the bed, fingering his hole. "Unless I have someone I'm looking for, I like to see what all the choices are, first" Ric explained. They passed the dark room and saw yellow tape over the doorway and the lights on inside. A cleaning cart was there and someone was scrubbing the place down wearing a hazmat suit. "Kinky" Mateo said, laughing. They finished the lap and Ric stopped. "Want to share the polar bear and his sub? There were a few others that I haven't done before so we could share one of them or split up" Ric said. "Think the bear is going to bottom? I really don't want to be a live sex show for him while we do his sub" Mateo said. "The guy at the front desk said they were both looking, but you're right, he might just be looking for someone to tag his sub. They were the only pair we saw, other than Dan and Scotty. We can ask..." Ric said. They went back to the polar bear's room and looked in. They were still in the same spots, the bear on the bed, slowly stroking his average sized cock and the sub kneeling on his towel on the floor, watching. The bear looked to be a few inches taller than Ric and Mateo, beefy with a covering of white hair over his entire front which matched the dense beard on his face. His head was shaved, but that was the only part they could see that was. The sub was thin and hairless except for a small trimmed bush and his long hair tied up in a bun. Mateo was standing next to Ric in the doorway when Ric asked "What you guys lookin for?" The sub didn't move but the bear looked over both Ric and Mateo and licked his lips. "Uh... you two probably are more interested in my boy but I'd like to feel at least one of those nice pieces in me too" he said. Mateo smiled and replied "That sounds like a much better idea. You ever get fucked next to your boy?" The bear nodded 'no' and said "Most guys around here aren't interested in an old guy's ass. Too many college boys to fuck if they need a bottom." "Then you're gonna be tight and hungry for some dick, huh?" Mateo asked. The bear nodded, looking a little embarrassed but as his dick hardened a bit more, Mateo knew it also aroused him. "Let's see how good those lips feel" Mateo said, walking into the room first. The bear moved to the edge of the bed, bending over to take Mateo's quickly hardening cock into his mouth. Ric followed and walked up to the sub, looking down at him. He hadn't said a word, yet Ric knew from his face that he was eager to try something bigger than his Dom's cock. Mateo enjoyed the talented tongue and lips as they played with his cock and piercing. He expected an older bear to be experienced and he was, expertly prepping his cock for the coming fuck. Ric found the sub much less experienced and struggling to take more than a couple inches into his mouth. He spent a lot of time working over the foreskin and head, but Ric wanted his whole shaft to get some attention. Ric got more aggressive and found that was the key. With his hands on the sub's head, he worked his cock in deeper until his cock was nudging into the sub's throat. Ric looked over and while Mateo was enjoying his oral servicing, he was having to work for it. He imagined the sub's other hole was going to be even more work to get into. The bear pulled off Mateo's cock and growled "Take the damn dick" at the sub, before he took a deep breath and slowly pushed his face back on to Mateo's shaft. The further his cock slid into the sub's throat, the more Ric was surprised at the bottom's need to please his Dom. He didn't even need to get his cock all the way into the guy's throat, he was saving that for his ass. Ric slowly plowed his cock in and out of the sub's throat a few more minutes before pulling his cock all the way out. He tilted the guy's head up and smiled at him. The sub looked worried at first, but once he saw Ric's smile he knew that Ric was satisfied. Satisfied for the moment. "Move forward to the bed but knees stay on the floor" Ric said calmly. The sub turned before moving closer and resting his arms on the edge of the bed before looking back. Ric nodded and knelt down behind him. Ric felt some lube in the hole and shook his head, knowing from the greasy feeling that he wasn't going to want to taste it. Fingers and some spit would be the only prep he'd do on the sub. He knew that Mateo and the bear were watching him and wondered how long they would wait to start fucking. They didn't move until Ric had a pair of fingers easily twisting inside the sub's chute. Mateo had a much easier job and was sliding his cock into the bear's hole about the time Ric was giving the final few twists with three fingers. The bear's moan was low and sultry as Mateo drove his dick in to the base. Ric pushed the sub closer to the bed, so his head was over the edge. One hand pushed his face into the soiled mattress and the other guided his cock to the quivering hole. Even with the long prep, it was a tight fit. The lube and spit helped, but the sub was still writhing and groaning with each push. Slowly he started to relax and Ric was able to plow faster. With the cries from the sub calming down, Ric let up on his head and moved both hands to his shoulders. The bear was getting drilled, his moans and grunts showing how much he liked the bare dick that was using his ass. It took a few more minutes until Ric was able to match his boyfriend's pace. The leaking precum helped, but Ric knew the sub would be sore for a few days once he was done. He briefly wondered if the sub and Dom were sexual or just liked the power dynamic. It didn't matter, the bear's cock would never prepare the sub for the pounding he was getting now. Ric never got more than two thirds of his cock in the sub, but with the tightness he needed to vary the pace to delay his orgasm. Mateo was the first to cum, thrusting in hard and planting his load in as deep as he could. The bear moaned loudly, saying "Oh fuck yeah... I needed that so bad." Ric began to drill the sub harder, hearing him whimper as his chute got battered with each stroke. He looked over to the door and saw a few guys watching them fuck. Dan was behind Scotty, both of them grinning, with a thirties cub jacking his cock in time with Ric's thrusts. "Swallow it" Ric told Scotty, who nodded and dropped to his knees in front of the cub and opened his mouth. The cub grabbed Scotty's head and fucked his face a few times before filling Scotty's mouth with cum. Ric smiled and gave one hard shove before showering the sub's guts with his viral jizz. Seconds after Ric pulled out, the sub spun around and began to lick his cock clean. With the first lap came a whimper, as the sub tasted the cum mixture. Ric knew he had probably damaged the soft tissue inside the sub's chute and cum wasn't the only thing the he tasted. The bear didn't seem to be interested in cleaning Mateo off, so he moved next to Ric and offered his partially hard cock to the sub. Ric looked over and Scotty was getting back up and shared the cub's load with a long kiss with Dan. The bear muttered "Oh fuck" when he saw Mateo's back for the first time. Ric smiled at him as he rubbed the sub's head. He was sure the next conversation they had would be interesting, but he didn't want to stick around to find out. The cub had wandered off, followed by Dan and Scotty, so Ric and Mateo walked out of the small room and back towards the playroom to see if the tall guy was still around. -- There were two guys still waiting their turn on the tall guy's ass and Ric thought it was perfect since it would let their balls refill before they had another chance to fuck. Ric looked around and saw Jason standing in the corner in the same leather gear he always wore. Bobby was kneeling next to him watching the show. Ric walked over and saw a smile start to form on Jason's normally serious face. "How's it going, Jason?" Ric asked softly before nodding at Bobby to acknowledge him. "Fuckin' good. That bug of yours is pretty damn sneaky. It got Bobby and your old roommate. How are you doing?" Jason said with an evil grin. "Oh? I thought you weren't going to let Bobby tag him" Ric replied. He watched Bobby look up at him and smile. "I wasn't. I might have liked watching that piece of shit get fucked and used, but I wasn't planning on getting him charged up. Bobby didn't get the flu like I did but his viral load was more than enough to knock Steve up" Jason told him. "Oh wow. I bet he's pissed. Did you get him tested?" Ric asked. Jason nodded before explaining "We did. He was a very sick boy for a week and after he got over converting, I took him to the clinic. Toxic as fuck. Since I don't trust him, I locked his little prick up so he doesn't go out infecting unsuspecting people." "Fuck, I'd love to see that. I don't think I'd fuck him, but it would be good to see him caged and unable to use his proudest possession. So, has Bobby bred the guy in the sling? I heard he wanted something potent" Ric said. "No, I don't want him to be the only viral guy to breed him. All the poz guys that have fucked Shorty so far have been on meds. You going to do the deed?" Jason asked. Ric's cock twitched and he chuckled at the six foot seven inch bottom's nickname. After a short pause he replied "My boyfriend and I were thinking about it." "You should. He's been trying for a while" Jason said, grinning back at him. Mateo had been listening to the conversation and when the last guy pulled out of Shorty, he approached. A firm tug impaled his stiff cock inside the sloppy hole and made Shorty cry out. He pushed him away and then speared the hole again, repeating the same motion over a dozen times. The bottom may have been lubed with several cum loads, but the abuse from Mateo's pierced cock was tearing him up just like the bear earlier. A few guys had been drawn in by the large scorpion tattoo on Mateo's back to watch them fuck. Fifteen minutes of plowing the battered hole accompanied by numerous "knock him up", "own his ass" and "poz the slut" had Mateo ready to shoot. The bottom had finally realized that he was about to get a charged load of cum and began begging for it. Spurts of bug filled cum joined what was left from the previous guys. Ric whispered to Jason and seconds later was taking the leash from his hand. He led Bobby over to the sling, moving his grip to the other end of the leash next to the leather collar and told him softly to breed the bottom. Ric's stiff shaft nestled between Bobby's butt crack and he felt it clench when Shorty bottomed out on Bobby's shaft. A few more swings and Bobby's dick was driving into the cum soaked hole with an even rhythm. Ric lined his cock up and the next time the bottom drove back down on Bobby's cock, Ric shoved his cock in. Bobby groaned, feeling the cock that had knocked him up once again stretching him open. A few more times and Bobby began fucking back on Ric's dick and into the bottom's hole. "You like knocking up Steve?" Ric whispered into Bobby's ear. A moaned "Mmhmm" came out of Bobby's mouth while the three continued to fuck. "I hope your master lets you do more" Ric said softly. "He is" Bobby said breathlessly as an ass slammed back on his cock and Ric's shaft planted itself deep inside him. Ric could feel that Bobby was getting close. With most guys, he'd pinch or twist their nipples, but for Bobby he slipped two fingers inside the collar, making it dig into his throat. Bobby whimpered and thrust in when the bottom swung back the next time. After two more full length drives, Bobby grabbed Shorty's legs and buried his cock in, holding it there. Ric felt the pulses as Bobby's ring milked his cock. "Yeah... That's it. Breed that neg hole" Ric whispered into Bobby's ear after he pumped few shots in. While his load didn't go into Shorty's ass, his bug did. Bobby got another charged load in his ass too as Ric unloaded several ropes of seed. They slowly pulled away and Ric led him back to Jason, handing the leash over. "That was fuckin hot" Jason said, grinning at Ric. There was a pause and he then said "You know, you own him as much as I do. He's yours to use any time you want." -- Mateo and Ric talked it over, not knowing all the info, yet. They weren't sure of the costs or how they would split the rent, but it seemed to solve their housing for the next year with Mateo graduating at the end of fall semester and starting work. Mateo wouldn't be able to stay in the dorms once he'd graduated and while Ric knew he'd miss the dorms it was time to move on. "Are you interested in staying in your apt with 2 roommates?" Ric sent to Taylor. He got back a simple confused reply of "???" from Taylor. "Talked w/Peter at bh. said he was moving out and u wanted to keep apt, but too much $$$" was followed by "bf & I need a place next yr. Thought we could take Peter's bedroom and split w/ u. Still avail? how much?" Ric sent back. "OMG that sounds gr8" Taylor sent back, followed by "Let me talk to rental co." ----------------------------- THE END Thanks for reading

Chapter 7.3 - Out-side, Pushing In The four guys sat at the table in the dorm cafeteria eating dinner when Scotty said "I never knew how many gay guys there were on the floor." Ric and Mateo chuckled before Ric said "I kind of told some of them to respect your relationship and desire to be in the closet. I knew you'd come out eventually. Have you been hooking up with any of them?" Scotty blushed and Dan laughed. "All but one that I know of and we're working on him. Did you know that Will does porn? It was really hot to swap loads with a porn star" Dan said. Ric smiled, not wanting to tell him that he'd been with two guys that have done porn. "It's kind of cool to see you guys getting more adventurous. Being out isn't all that scary, is it?" he said. "A couple people have made rude comments and we haven't told our parents yet but it's been a lot better than I thought" Dan said. "Do it on your own pace. Have you left your mark on anyone yet?" Mateo asked. Both Dan and Scotty got big grins on their faces. "Yeah, a few. We ran into the guys we did with Ric at the bathhouse a few days after that first time. They were eager for us to fuck them again, but like the first time, they got scared after we came in them. It was the same the next two times we saw them and then they didn't show up for a couple weeks. We really got turned on when we found out they were our first" Dan said. Scotty looked really excited and added "I hooked up with a guy upstairs a few times. He likes to flip which was new to me. He was surprised when he converted, he thought I was undetectable but he never asked." Dan nodded before saying "I did a guy that kept flirting with me at the gym. He always wore a wrestling singlet to workout in. It looked hot, but that thing came off really fast in the locker room. I thought he'd get turned off when I told him I was poz, but it didn't slow him at all. He loved doing it in the shower stalls and sometimes we'd have guys watch. I expect stuff like that at the bathhouse, not in the athletic center." -- Mateo had been tapping out a conversation on his phone for the past hour before he stopped and looked at Ric. "When is your next frat party with Devon?" he asked. "Uh... This Saturday. I hope it's not going to mess up your plans" Ric replied. Mateo snickered and replied "That's what I thought. I was actually trying to find something to do while you left me at home. My project is finally done and I have some free time." "I can cancel if you want to do something. It's the last one of the semester, though" Ric said after a short pause. "No, I know how much you like getting dressed up and eating expensive food. Besides, I got a couple guys that asked about hiring me for the night. One was for a fraternity party at a ritzy hotel. Would it be too weird if I was there with another guy?" Mateo asked. Ric laughed before telling Mateo "I don't have a problem with it. I think the only person that would be there that knows we're partners is Devon and he knows we're open. I won't tell him you're doing it for money. We can ignore each other or be friendly, it depends on what your client is comfortable with." Mateo sighed with relief. "OK. It sounds like he only wants someone for the social part. I won't be fucking his brains out like you will with Devon. I think I'll do the job. It could be fun to see you socialize with the rich folks" he said. -- "Holy shit... Is that your boyfriend?" Devon asked as they stood to the side looking over the crowd. "Yeah, some guy asked if he'd be his date for the night and he said yes since I was going to be out with you" Ric replied. "Damn, I've never seen Marcus with a guy. Usually it's some hot sorority girl that he's got his hands all over" Devon said. "It's probably best if you don't tell... Marcus you know Mateo" Ric said, getting a nod back. "Oh, how are Sami and Mick doing? I haven't seen them tonight" Ric asked. "Both are doing OK. Sami went on meds right away. His conversion was really hard and he was scared he'd have AIDS before he graduated. He's the house cumdump though and will take anyone's dick. Mick escaped our bugs. I have no idea how and Sami is pissed at him for it" Devon replied. "Did he get tested? Not everyone gets sick during conversion. I know some guys that were toxic as fuck for a couple months until they found out" Ric said. Devon chuckled and replied "I don't think so. That would be pretty wild. I know he's fucked quite a few guys." They continued to talk until Marcus came over. "Hi Devon. I bet you're a little surprised" Marcus said as he walked up to them. He was tall, about Devon's height but more muscled with perfectly cut blond hair. Marcus looked at home in his tux and his manicured nails showed that he probably had never gotten them dirty in his life. There wasn't a mark on his body, nor any jewelry that Ric could see. "A little... Is this your date for tonight?" Devon asked, seeing Mateo smile back at him. Devon didn't make any hints that he'd met Mateo several times and usually naked. Ric wondered where the nice suit that his boyfriend was wearing came from, since he'd never seen it before. "Yes it is. Matt, this is Devon. He's a friend in one of the other houses. Devon is the one that gave me the confidence to finally come out" Marcus said with no hesitation. Introductions were made and Ric shook his boyfriend's hand, giving him a wink. Ric finally knew what name Mateo used when he hired out and found it funny since Mateo was always quick to correct anyone that called him that normally. They talked a while, sipping on champagne and noticing a lot of people look their way. "I never thought that you were queer, Marcus. Why come out now instead of waiting until you graduate in a month?" Devon asked. "It was just getting too hard to fake being straight. Every time I'd see you at one of these events with a stud next to you, I'd get envious. You were out and no one seemed to make an issue of it. The hardest part was finding a date that was as hot as yours" Marcus said, grinning. "Well, congratulations. Expect some comments, but most will be good. I hope you got a room tonight so you can celebrate all night long" Devon replied, winking at Marcus. "Uh... Thanks... but we're just friends. I did get a room but that's because I know that most of my house is going to continue the party back there until breakfast and I need to get some sleep" Marcus replied. The four moved toward the dance floor once their glasses were empty. Ric saw several people come up to Marcus and make comments to him and Mateo. His boyfriend was smoothly dancing with both Marcus and the other guests. Some came over and danced with Ric and Devon too, with Ric grinding on more than a few asses and getting groped repeatedly by supposedly straight guys and a few women. While Ric checked on his boyfriend a few times during the night, he left him alone to do his job. Marcus' comment about using the hotel room just to sleep disappointed him, but he figured Mateo would try to convince him for at least a little action. As the last few songs got played, Ric swapped spots with Mateo but his dancing got much more erotic. Mateo did the same with Devon and Ric could see them talking. As the music ended and the lights came up Ric made his way back to Devon. He watched his boyfriend and client say goodbye to a few people and then head towards the door. Mateo followed Marcus down the hall to the elevator and up to the ninth floor. He'd told Marcus up front that a social event was one fee and any additional activities would be extra. He'd come prepared and had a few packets of lube and some condoms in his pocket. As expected, the alcohol and dancing had made sure that Marcus' hormones were racing through his body. They got to the room where Mateo would find out just how far Marcus wanted to go or if he was heading home. They walked inside and Marcus turned and planted his lips on Mateo's. "I hope you don't have to go home right away" Marcus started out. A smile came over Mateo's face. "Well, you know the deal. It's totally up to you" he said. "Did you bring condoms?" Marcus asked. "I did, but you really should bring your own in the future. How much experience do you have with guys?" Mateo asked. "About six over the past couple years. It's kind of hard to find guys that I trust to keep it quiet" Marcus said. "Well, you won't have to worry about that any more" Mateo replied. He could tell that the conversation was killing the vibe so he just went for it. Mateo pushed the tux coat off Marcus' shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. "Ready to have some fun?" Mateo asked with a grin and watched Marcus nod 'yes'. The shirt got unbuttoned while Marcus unbuckled his belt let his pants drop. With Marcus standing there in his underwear, it was now Mateo's turn to strip. "Damn, you're even sexier naked. Those pictures don't really do you justice" Marcus said as Mateo pressed on top of each of his shoulders. Marcus was on his knees, still wearing a pair of CK briefs and a pair of black dress socks. He stared at Mateo's cock a moment and then looked up. "Do you take this out?" he asked, fixated on the metal piercing. "Not unless I have to. Try it, just watch your teeth" Mateo replied. Marcus held the stiffening shaft with one hand and his tongue started to lick over the piercing and head. While Mateo assumed this was his first pierced cock, Marcus did a good job playing with it with his tongue and avoiding any chipped teeth. He wasn't as successful on the first few tries of getting it into his throat, but he kept trying and finally got it in. Mateo looked back and saw he had a good ten feet to get over to the bed. He let Marcus suck and slobber on his dick for several more minutes before pushing his head off his fully hard cock. He tilted Marcus' head back and nodded with his head toward the bed. Marcus gave a quick nod and stood, quickly walking over to the bed and looking back. When he got to the edge, Mateo said "That's good. Just bend over..." He pulled the packets out of his pocket, followed Marcus and set them down on the bed. Mateo knelt behind him and pulled the briefs down. Marcus' body trembled and Mateo knew how nervous he was. A hand gently caressing each mound calmed Marcus a bit but the tongue that lapped from his balls up to his tight ring got him relaxed and moaning. Mateo was glad that all he tasted was Marcus' scent and while he might not have a ton of experience bottoming, he knew to prepare for it. The next few minutes got a pair of fingers fully planted and twisting around alternating with his tongue. The hole slowly relaxed along with the rest of Marcus' body. Unlike his boyfriend, Mateo didn't dread putting on a condom. He'd rather have covered sex than no sex and with clients he usually played safe unless they told them they wanted it bare. While his tongue dug into the slick hole, he reached over and picked up a condom. Mateo's tongue and fingers were only off his pucker for a moment to roll the sheath on his cock, but Marcus whined softly at the lack of attention. Once it was slicked up, Mateo dripped some more lube on the throbbing ring and lined up. Marcus moaned the second that he felt the covered tip hit his hole. His cock nudged in a few times before Marcus relaxed. With the piercing and head inside, Mateo's hips rolled, plunging his cock deeper into Marcus' chute. "Oh my god that feels good... I've been waiting all night for this" Marcus moaned out. "Yeah? Feels good for me too" Mateo said, driving his next few thrusts deeper. He chuckled to himself hearing that Marcus was planning on sex all along. "Oh fuck! There's more?" Marcus asked, causing Mateo to laugh. "Just a bit. You want it all?" he asked. "Not sure I can..." Marcus replied. "Let's find out" Mateo said, moving his hands to Marcus' shoulders, gripping firmly and planting his hips on the lightly haired butt. Marcus gasped and trembled a bit, but Mateo pulled back and drove in as deep as he could with his hips bouncing off the mounds this time. Thus began the next several minutes drilling the surprisingly willing hole. Marcus' moans slowly turned into groans about the same time Mateo wanted to change positions. He gave a few final thrusts and pulled off. The soft whine returned, making Mateo grin. Obviously Marcus wasn't ready to stop. "Climb on the bed and lay on your back" Mateo told him calmly. Marcus followed directions, but pulled his legs back and exposed both his eager hole and a very stiff cock almost resting on his stomach. Mateo dripped more lube on the hole and then rubbed the last of the packet over his covered cock. Climbing on the bed, he lined his cock up and slid back inside. Marcus grinned back at him as the speed built back up. A pair of legs rested on Mateo's shoulders while he'd been plowing with long strokes. Mateo began to shove harder, watching Marcus tug on his own cock with one hand and trying to time their orgasms together. He had been thrusting in several minutes when he yelled out "FUCK!" and pulled back out. Shreds of latex hung off his cock which he quickly discarded. The familiar whine came from Marcus before he asked "What?" "The condom broke. Just a second" Mateo replied. "Shove it back in! I need you back inside me" Marcus cried out. Mateo froze, staring back at him and not reaching over for the other condom packet. "You know the risk" he replied calmly. "I don't care! I need to feel your cock inside me. I'm so close it hurts!" Marcus yelled back. He had seen it happen several times before, a bottom's desire for safe sex went out the window once they felt a cock pounding them. Marcus was no different and the minute it would take Mateo to put the new condom on and get it lubed would be too long. The pleading look on Marcus' face confirmed it and was immediately replaced by a euphoric expression the instant that he felt Mateo's bare shaft planted inside him again. Seconds later, he was back drilling Marcus' chute, this time with much more feeling of his bare cock on Marcus' guts. "Oh my god!" Marcus cried out as he stroked his cock even harder. Whether he knew he was working his ass muscles around Mateo's cock or not, it got both of them closer every second that passed. Mateo started to grunt as he fought off his orgasm while Marcus just moaned louder. The first rope of Marcus' cum flew over his head, the second and third landed on his face while the rest covered his chest and stomach. The third of Marcus' shots was the one that brought Mateo along for the ride. He may have been planning on pulling out and showering Marcus' front side with his charged load, but he was just too used to cumming inside a guy. After the last pulse, Mateo stood there a minute as both of them recovered. He pulled his still rigid cock free and lowered Marcus back to the bed before laying next to him. "Damn, that was the best sex I've ever had. It felt so good after the condom broke. I've never felt a guy fuck me without one before and when I felt your cock throb inside of me when you came it was amazing" Marcus said after laying there breathing heavily for a few minutes. Mateo laid there a few more moments before he replied "Yeah, that was good." He wondered how long he should stay but when he remembered that Ric was with Devon, there wasn't a reason to hurry home. Marcus nuzzled his head on Mateo's shoulder and softly rubbed his hand over Mateo's chest. A minute later he was sleeping which made Mateo chuckle. He closed his eyes and was asleep, too, a few minutes later. He woke almost two hours later. The lights in the room were still on and a pair of eyes were staring at him. The hand on his cock wasn't his and it slowly started to stroke, taking it from stiff to hard as a rock. Marcus asked "Can we do it again?" His tone had lost most of the confidence from earlier and Mateo thought he might even be embarrassed asking. Mateo smiled and winked at him. "If you want. I only have one more condom, though" he said, rubbing his hand over Marcus's back. "No rubber this time. I want to see what it's like bare the whole time" Marcus said, a little more sure of himself once Mateo hadn't told him 'no'. "It's your choice. Is there anything you haven't done before you'd like to try?" Mateo asked. Marcus shook his head 'no' before saying "Do what you like to do." A grin covered Mateo's face as he rolled over and moved between Marcus' legs. "Just let me know if I get too rough" he said, lifting both legs up. Marcus grabbed his legs, pulling them back like before, exposing his now bruised hole. Mateo licked a pair of fingers and rubbed around the ring before pushing in. It felt a little slick but he knew that some of his load from their first fuck had soaked in. Two gobs of spit rubbed over his shaft was all the lube he was going to give Marcus to start. He teased the hole with the piercing and tip of his cock for several seconds before Marcus said "The ring... you're leaving it in?" "Yeah, you took it before. Now you get to feel it as it goes in. I wish it was bigger like a friend of mine's, but it still feels good" Mateo said right before he pushed harder and felt the ring and mushroom head drag past the tight entrance. He stopped just barely inside and looked at Marcus' face. His eyes were wide and mouth open, yet he didn't say anything. Mateo grinned and pulled back out, keeping his eyes glued on Marcus' to see his response. Another push took him back inside and once again, he watched Marcus closely. This time he got a gasp. He repeated this a few more times, getting Marcus used to feeling his cock enter him. After six times, Mateo plowed deeper making the gasp last longer. Mateo held back the moan that was trying to escape his mouth. The tight chute gripped his shaft and it was only helped by a little leftover cum and some slowly leaking precum from his dick. From there, he slowly increased the pace. While the strokes were firm, he wasn't pounding Marcus' hole. Not yet, anyway. Mateo gave a firm shove, moving closer to Marcus and then leaning forward. Marcus rested his legs on Mateo's shoulders and braced his hands on the bed. The sinister grin on Mateo's face told him the slow fuck was about to get more intense. A dozen strokes had Mateo's hips slapping into Marcus' ass, pulling back three quarters length and driving back in. Marcus's face may have looked a little worried, but he hadn't said anything. The drilling varied from firm to hard and back. When he started to hear pained groans from Marcus, Mateo pulled out drooling a few ropes of spit down over the battered hole and shoved back in. The added slickness let him easily plow all the way in and thrust harder. It let him drag the fuck out a few more minutes but he felt the cum start to rise. "Almost there... You want me to pull out?" Mateo asked breathlessly. Marcus shook his head 'no' and then told him "It felt so good before. I want more." "I'm gonna own your ass then" Mateo growled out as he jabbed his cock in, first to the left and then to the right. A few last thrusts and he buried his cock in deep, feeling his cock throb as ropes of cum flooded Marcus' gut. "Oh shit!" Marcus yelled out after the second pulse and he began to shoot his own load over his chest. Like with Marcus, Mateo's second load was smaller than the first but still enough to coat the battered chute. He rocked his hips after the last spurt, looking at Marcus' face to see if he'd been to rough. "No one's ever made me cum without me stroking before. That was wild!" he said, with a large grin on his face. "You ever try licking a cock after it's fucked you?" Mateo asked and the shocked look on Marcus' face gave him the answer without a word being uttered. Mateo pulled out slowly, trying to leave as much cum inside as he could. After rolling over on to his back, Marcus crawled between his legs and gave a few tentative laps of his tongue. "If you cleaned out good enough, you won't have to worry. The tongue licked a few more times before Marcus took it in his mouth. Moans came out of both of them while he sucked and slurped. With the last of the cum in his stomach, Marcus crawled back next to Mateo, laying on his side as his hand caressed Mateo's chest. The light got flicked off and both were soon sound asleep. The morning fuck in the shower had Marcus bent over, getting one last short plowing and six ropes of cum painted over his well fucked tunnel. They cleaned up and Mateo left the room with two envelopes in his pocket and a smile on his face.

Chapter 7.2 - A Brief Escape Ric and Mateo sat on the bleachers, watching the match. "Damn, my feet can't move like that. I don't know how he does that and not fall on his face" Mateo said. Ric laughed as he continued to scope out the players. A few minutes later, Gustavo came up and sat next to them, still sweaty from his own match. "How's it going? Here to watch your boyfriend?" Ric asked. "Yes. I wish I could see the whole game. Has he scored?" Gustavo asked. "Not in the game, yet. But I'm sure he will after" Mateo said. It took a moment before Gustavo understood the comment and then laughed. "I hope so" he replied. "I guess the team took the news OK? He's still playing at least" Ric said. "Yes, it worked out well. He just needs to start his medication soon. It gave a couple of the other players a chance to come out, too. I think he is playing better since he is more relaxed not having to hide his secret" Gustavo said. "How about you? Are you going to start medication too?" Ric asked. "I haven't decided. I think he wants me to wait" Gustavo replied. They continued to watch the match and Gustavo cheered when João kicked a perfect corner shot for their team to take the lead. Gustavo was cheering louder than anyone at the field. When things settled down, Ric felt his work phone vibrate. He took a look and it was a message from Rawson. "U n bf have passport? Need some help" it said. He nudged Mateo and showed him the message. Mateo nodded 'yes' and went back to watching the game. "Both. what kind of help?" he sent back, wondering what Rawson was planning now. "Can u do 3day wkend next wk? need off screen helpers" Rawson asked. "where?" Ric asked and got "P Vallarta. flt/hotel/food covered" as a reply. Ric showed the rest of the messages to Mateo and got a grin and a nod back. The six AM flight with three bags of equipment to take was a pain, but they got to the all inclusive resort by noon. "You got the afternoon off, meet for dinner at seven in the lobby. Tomorrow is a work day starting at ten AM, so don't party too hard tonight" Rawson said. Ric chuckled at how serious Rawson got when it came to work. Ric and Mateo went up to their room and waited for their lone bag to show up by the porter. "Want to go into town and shop around?" Mateo asked as he pulled his shorts and shirt off. "Yeah, we should see the sights anyway instead of fucking all afternoon" Ric replied. "Mmmhmm, we can do that all night" Mateo said before chuckling. They spent the next fifteen minutes groping each other's almost naked bodies until there was a knock at the door. Ric opened it, wearing only a jockstrap. The porter grinned as he brought the bag into the room and placed it on the stand. Ric handed him a tip and told him "Gracias." "Have fun" the guy replied and Ric laughed to himself at the porter speaking almost perfect English. "Do we really look like all the other Americans?" Mateo asked rhetorically. The shower was quick and they changed into some clean clothes. The walk was several blocks to get from the hotel to the shopping area. They wandered around, getting a few small souvenirs at a couple different shops. They hadn't uttered a word in English since they left their room, trying to not be the usual American tourist. Ric nudged Mateo as they walked down a street and said "I think we're being followed. Think they're going to rob us?" "I noticed that too. Turn right at the next corner and stop against the building to see" Mateo said. They got ten paces from the corner when they heard one of the guys behind him say in accented English "Nice American asses. Tight and hungry I'm sure." Both Ric and Mateo snickered as they stopped and turned around. They looked over the two local guys that were dressed in long basketball shorts and jerseys, one for the Lakers and one for the Heat, and baseball caps turned backwards. They were both a few inches shorter than Ric, one clean shaven and the other with a ragged beard. The bearded guy had a lot of ink and the other just a few tats on his arms. "We got some horny locals. Think they can handle a pair of studs from across the border?" Ric asked in Spanish, grinning. "No... too thin. You would easily split them in two" Mateo replied. He smiled and saw the confused looks on the locals. He knew they weren't expecting the tables to get turned on them. "No, no. We are the ones that want to fuck you" the bearded guy said. Ric shook his head and told him "We prefer to be the ones on top. At least you didn't want to steal our money." Mateo saw they still looked confused, but the shaven guy said "We are good... you can pay us if you want." Ric laughed again and replied "I don't think so. Guys pay us for sex, we don't pay." As Mateo looked over the guys he decided to take a chance. "Show us what you got. Biggest gets to fuck the smaller guy. I get you and he gets him" pointing first at the shaved guy, then at the bearded guy and finally at Ric. Ric snickered and liked Mateo's idea. "Got a place?" Ric asked, not wanting to go back to the hotel with two strangers. The locals looked surprised, but the bearded one said "There's an alley close by." They followed along, now being the one to watch the other guy's asses. The shorts were loose and the shirts hung down too far to let them get a look, but Mateo noticed that they looked a little nervous. The locals turned into an alley and then went behind a building. Ric looked around and the only window he could see was boarded up. "Two minutes to get hard, then show it" Mateo said, starting the timer on his phone. Ric was already partially hard, but he unzipped his shorts and pulled the shaft out of the jock's pouch. The other guy was stroking, but facing away and Mateo blocked the other guys' view of Ric. "Time" Mateo said and moved out of the way. The bearded guy turned around and held his cock proudly until he saw Ric's shaft. "Dios mio!" he said, knowing he was out-gunned by a few centimeters. Ric took the phone and said "Next two... Go" as he restarted the timer. Mateo faced him and got his dick hard. Mateo won, but only by a centimeter in length and a couple in circumference. "Let's see that hungry ass" Ric said. The guy looked back at him in shock, not expecting to have to go through with the bet. Ric didn't really care if he put out or not, he enjoyed surprising them and getting to fuck a local would just be a bonus. Slowly the bearded guy moved to the wall and pushed his shorts and briefs down before tugging his shirt off. Ric stroked his cock with some spit and then knelt down and spread the furry butt apart. He spit a few times on the hole and worked it in with a pair of fingers. He didn't want to get caught, so it was going to be a quick fuck. Ric stood up, briefly looking at the large gothic cross tattoo on the bearded guy's back and pushed his cock to the trembling hole. A hand covered the guy's mouth and Ric pushed in. While it took a few tries, his cock went in easier than he expected and the cries were quieter too. Once Ric's cock was inside a few inches, Mateo looked at the other guy and said "Your turn." Ric watched his boyfriend penetrate the other guy and realized that both of the locals were no strangers to taking dick. They may have acted like tops, but they were probably just as versatile as Ric and Mateo were. They fucked the guys quickly, not wanting to get caught having sex in public in another country. Ten minutes after he pushed in, Ric was the first to cum. The moan from his bottom affirmed his thought that they just wanted sex and he didn't mind getting bred by a stranger. Mateo lasted a couple minutes longer, leaving Ric to churn his load inside the bearded guy. They pulled out together and when the bottoms didn't turn around to clean their cocks, they just pulled up their underwear and shorts before heading back to the main street. It took a couple blocks before Ric said "That worked out damn good, but I'm going to need some time to refill." Once they got back to the hotel, they showered quickly before going down to the pool. It was a relaxing time with Ric and Mateo drinking and laughing about not getting mugged. The group shared a table for dinner and they met one of the actors who lived locally. Ric noticed that Rawson was on the phone for most of the dinner and didn't look too happy. Most of the group finished dinner and were enjoying their drinks when Rawson finally got off the phone. "Eddie got stopped at immigration. He's persona non grata in Mexico. We're going to be short one scene. Uh... Ric?" Rawson said, giving Ric a pair of sad puppy eyes. Everyone laughed as they all looked at Ric for his response. "I have spare contracts..." Ari said. Mateo nudged Ric and wordlessly asked if he was up for filling in. Ric's mind had a different idea and he whispered to Mateo "What about our hookup earlier? Think they might be interested?" A huge smile came over Mateo's face. "Maybe, but I might have a better idea" Ric said before telling everyone about the two guys they fucked earlier. "We can go look to see if they're lurking around tomorrow and interested. Do you have those contracts in Spanish?" Ric asked. Ari nodded and Ric suggested "Let's get the other two scenes done early tomorrow. Maybe start at nine and then we can go and search for the locals. I think they're both vers, so the scene could go either way." Rawson smiled, replying "I love taking local dick whenever I travel so hopefully they like my ass." The two scenes in the morning went smoothly and Ric liked the spacious suite that Rawson had. He and Mateo helped set up lights and reflectors besides trying to stay out of the way. Before the second scene started, the cameraman brought in the porter from the day before. It was obvious that the cameraman had spent some time with the guy, probably naked. He stood in front of Mateo, watching the porn scene take place. Ric got a few shots with the spare camera on the second scene and he decided he wasn't very good at it. At one point, Ric looked back and Mateo's hand was in the back of the porter's uniform pants with the porter's head leaned back on Mateo's shoulder while he got fingered. Before long, the second scene was complete. Ric looked around and didn't see Mateo until he looked out on the balcony and found Mateo balls deep in the porter. He thought about joining him, but decided to save his load in case the scene with the locals didn't work out. "How was he?" Ric asked as they walked back to their room. "Already loaded and really good. He said the camera dude fucked him all last night and the manager gave him one this morning when he started his shift" Mateo replied. They showered and dressed, walking out of the hotel on their mission to find the horny locals from the day before. They covered most of the shopping area that they had been in the day before and hadn't found them. Next they wandered over to a nearby park and they saw the pair sitting on a bench. "Hola" Ric said as they got close. He chuckled when he saw their shocked expressions, knowing they were probably still a little sore from the previous day's activities and even more surprised that Ric and Mateo remembered them. They explained the situation and wondered if the locals would be interested in fucking a porn star on video. Ric pulled his phone out and showed them a few of Rawson's pictures and a short video clip. He watched the guys look at each other and then smile. "OK, I need to send your pictures to him to make sure you match our descriptions. OK?" Ric said. Ric texted the pics over and a minute later got a reply "Oh fuck yeah. Sending Ari with the contracts. Where?" They were surprised when the locals read over the contracts rather than just signing them. The locals did seem concerned about the "unprotected sex" clause that told them that their partner(s) were untested, but in the end they signed and agreed with Ari about their expected payment. They looked at Ric for confirmation that the deal was good. "You can trust him" Ric told the locals. "Where do you want to film this?" the bearded guy asked. "How about where we did it yesterday?" Mateo asked. "Will it be safe? We won't get interrupted or reported there? Is it a public place?" Ari fired off. "It's a private alley. Behind my uncle's shop. We use it many times. There will be no problems" the clean shaven guy said. With a time set for a few hours later, Ric, Mateo and Ari got a ride back to the hotel. They filled Rawson in and suggested the scene to unfold like Ric and Mateo's shopping trip the day before, except Rawson was going to get the local's dicks. Ric, Mateo, and the cameraman took one taxi with the equipment, followed by Rawson and Ari in a second cab. They got to the alley and met the locals, Luis and Pablo, who were looking nervous. A gate was closed across the alley entrance that Ric didn't remember seeing the day before. The cameraman scoped out the area behind the building and smiled. "We need to hurry or the light will go to shit" he said. He finished getting set up and they started by getting a few shots of Rawson walking down the street with Luis and Pablo following him. Ric had the second camera and got a few shots of the locals plotting their moves and rubbing their crotches. Once they had the intro shots, it was time to film the real action. Ric handed both Luis and Pablo a dick pill. "Trust me, they may stop and start a few times and this will take care of you losing the mojo" he told them. He gave them a few tips on what to do and what to avoid and the locals looked happy that he was helping them out. When they restarted filming, the locals caught up to Rawson on the street, just before the alley and said "That's some nice gringo ass. Want to show it to us?" Rawson first looked surprised but a smile came over his face before they pushed past the gate, closing it behind them. Once behind the building hands groped over the three bodies and Rawson found himself kneeling with two uncut dicks in front of him. The blowjob was long and the cameraman got it from a couple different angles as Rawson moved between both hard dicks. Halfway through, Luis and Pablo pulled their shirts off and stood there only with sneakers and ball caps on. Ric wasn't sure that the pills were really needed, but they gave everyone confidence that the two cocks would stay hard. He could sense the locals were now both excited. "Are you always this quiet when you hookup with guys like this?" Ric asked during a quick break while some loud trucks drove down the street. He saw the two guys nod 'no' before a grin came over their faces. "Do what you normally do. Some Spanish and English would be good. Not too much, though" he said. Rawson looked up at him and smiled. They finished up the oral part and then had Rawson on his feet and turned around. He was no stranger to back alley sex and Rawson braced against the wall and spread his legs. Pablo, the bearded one, added some spit to Rawson's hole and worked it in quickly. Another gob of spit and he was pushing his hard, bare cock in. They had to reshoot the penetration since Pablo blocked the cameraman's view, but with a quick explanation from both Ric and Rawson the second take looked much better. Pablo covered Rawson's mouth before he shoved in harder and began to drill, just like Ric had done to him the day before. Ric grabbed a few more shots, one of Luis watching and stroking while his buddy fucked a porn star. Pablo started to pound faster and then suddenly pulled out. Luis was driving into Rawson's ass a second later. Ric now focused the camera on Pablo gently stroking while it was his turn to watch. They swapped again, this time both Luis and Pablo were more vocal, mostly in Spanish, calling Rawson a good slut along with several more demeaning comments. Once again, when Pablo started to get too close, he traded places with Luis. After they swapped again, Ric could tell they weren't going to last much longer. Pablo was the first to unload inside Rawson's hole, with Ric laying on his back aiming the camera up from below. Pablo tripped over Ric as he tried to make way for Luis and they did a quick re-shoot again. Ric also had to clean the camera lens from a drop of cum before they were able to continue with Luis' final fuck. The camera caught Luis' cock slipping inside the cum soaked hole and then he began to pound Rawson. He lasted only a few minutes before the orgasm took over. Once again, Ric had cum dripping down on to the camera as Luis pulled out. The cameraman took over and caught the battered hole leaking the local's seed. Mateo tossed the locals a pair of towels and then gave one to Rawson. "I hope it looked as good as it felt. You guys were great!" Rawson told Luis and Pablo. The cameraman nodded and Ric told them that they did a great job. Ric's phone buzzed and it was Ari. He read the message and walked out to the taxi that Ari had been waiting in. Ari asked how things went. "I think it went great. They looked nervous before the shoot, but it disappeared as soon as we started filming" Ric said. "Can I see the camera?" Ari asked and Ric handed it over. He watched some of Ric's footage and a smile came over his face. "Very nice. Here are the payments for them. Please tell them 'thank you' for me" Ari told Ric, passing him two envelopes and then the camera. Ric walked back to the alley and saw the group talking. "Are you happy with what you got?" Ric asked the cameraman. "Oh hell yeah. These guys were an awesome find" he told Ric. Ric walked over to Luis and Pablo who were talking to Mateo and Rawson in Spanish. Ric looked at Rawson and grinned, surprised at how well he could take part in the conversation. "Do you always try and fuck the tourists?" Mateo asked the locals. "Yes. It's easy. They all are looking for some local meat and leche. There must be a lot of... bottoms up north" Pablo said. Ric, Mateo and Rawson all nodded. "Ari says thanks for your good work. Here is your pay. I hope you had fun" Ric told the locals. He watched them open the envelopes and thumb through the bills. Both guys looked surprised and Ric remembered doing the same thing after he got paid for his first shoot. Ric got a big hug from both of them and they thanked him for giving them the chance to do the scene. The other four packed up the gear and said their goodbyes to Luis and Pablo before taking the taxis back to the hotel. "Meet downstairs at six in the bar" Rawson said to the group as they walked into the lobby. Ric and Mateo went to their room and were almost naked before the door was closed. The next hour was filled with grunts, groans and bodies slamming together. "Too bad Marco wasn't here to watch us rut like animals" Ric said as he laid there, his balls empty and his ass full of cum. Mateo laughed and looked at him, shaking his head. They showered and went down to the bar. They were sipping on their beers when Ari, Rawson and the cameraman joined them. Ric figured that they had worked while he and Mateo had played. "That might be the best scene of the three we did. I can't believe how good those guys looked. Thanks for finding them" Rawson said. "I thought it was going to be a waste of time, but they really surprised me. I wish some of the pros were that easy to work with" the cameraman said. "You got some great shots too, Ric. This is going to be so fuckin easy to edit together" Rawson said. They continued talking and drinking until they headed to the restaurant for dinner. Ric and Mateo ended up in the hotel club after dinner, dancing most of the night. While they got a few looks, most didn't seem to mind a couple gay guys dancing together. The group had a late breakfast before taking the shuttle to the airport. After take-off, Ric settled in, trying to take a nap when Rawson came up. "You really took control during that shoot. Your camera work is pretty good too. Have you ever thought about becoming a director? And not just for adult stuff, mainstream too. I think you'd be really good" he told Ric. "It might make a fun part time thing, but I don't really want to do it as a career" Ric replied. Rawson gave him a wink and headed back to his seat.

Tempted to start this one going again. Thoughts?

Be careful what you ask for? 😉 Walking around with a dildo of any length, or girth, for any length of time isn’t going to do anything to “hollow out” your hole inside. You’re already “hollow”. The tissues that expand to accommodate the dildo are very elastic and somewhat mobile by design in order to manage the passage of masses of material of various sizes and densities on their way outward. It doesn’t matter how long you leave the dildo in, your internal structures are going to generally return to their ready state. That 11” dildo, because of its length, is going to straighten out the S-bend in your Sigmoid colon, but it’s not going to stay straightened out, and you wouldn’t want it to. As soon as you pull the dildo out it will go back to its ‘S’ shape again. You can, however, modify the flexibility of some tissues, particularly the anal ring, through prolonged stretching. Under all but regular extreme stretching (say, daily forearm fisting) the anus will still be able to return to a closed state, but will have gained the capacity to stretch widely without trauma. The rectum itself can already accommodate a certain volume, and is composed of a different type of muscle tissue, so you can’t expect to work it the same way. I’m not sure what the effect of regular or prolonged deep penetration with large-girth objects is on the sphincter at the sigmoid junction. My own experience suggests that it does reduce the resistance of the sphincter to large penetration, but I also get the sense that it retracts to a normal state after a period of rest. You want it to do that, because it helps regulate your bowel movements. Whatever you practice, always bear in mind that you’re using your cunt as a dual-purpose orifice, and cunting is not the more important of the two with respect to your overall health.

There need be no connection between Bondage/Domination and Sadism/Masochism. When you combine the two concepts in a description of a community’s lifestyle, you’re basically working with a Venn diagram of two discrete but overlapping circles. There are some people who incorporate both in their play, and some practices that inherently combine aspects of both, but there’s neither any rule that says they have to be practiced together, nor that it’s not normal to inhabit one circle exclusive of the other. I’m principally Bondage//Domination oriented. I started my BDSM experience as a bondage sub. I didn’t go into it seeking pain, I just ended up encountering it because of the highly varied nature of the Dominants I served, and because my submissive nature lent itself to the kind of submission that accepted increasingly adverse Dominance. In the end, I allowed myself to suffer some significant pain, and ultimately gave my body into the physical ownership of a genuine Sadist. But at no time was I ever a masochist in the actual sense of the word. I never enjoyed pain, never sought it. There were always levels and types pf pain that were absolutely not acceptable to me - I could take a flogging, but no way was anybody going to lash me with a singletail whip. I ultimately allowed needles through my nuts, but having my cockhead nailed to a board? Never going to happen. Sharp pain to my nipples shuts me right down. Any pain that would be so severe as to draw my mind completely out of a sexualized space and fully into a pain space was, and is, out of the question. So there’s absolutely nothing wrong or unusual about you finding your impulses driven solely by the concepts of being constrained and Dominated, but not having a desire to be hurt. You just don’t occupy the second circle. That’s fine, because there are plenty of Dominants whose drive is to control, but not to hurt.

And there is nothing wrong with that - it is just the way you are wired (my nips are not wired either so I get that - have always been jealous of the guys who are) when I top I am the exact opposite as you. B&D doesn’t do anything for me - I like my sex to me more “interactive” between me and the bottom so having him tied up doesn’t do it for me. On the other hand, I do really enjoy- if not quite S&M, very rough sex it is one of the things that makes it so difficult sometimes for all of us to find the right sex partner- we have to find someone we are attracted to AND who has the same things ticked off on their into lists -wether it’s from total vanilla or to full on kink, the search goes on. all we can hope for is some “interesting adventures” as we carry on our hunt…. (and that some of those adventures will be posted on here for the rest of us to enjoy)

Chapter two With his arse loaded with toxic cum, wet and now feeling loose, I thought I would see just how far my other half would go. I mean he could say no any time he liked, or felt things not “right” for him. Given he had really enjoyed the fuck he just had and was rock hard, I thought it was time he tried the sling room. When we got to the small dark room with the slings he seemed to just want to keep kissing and keeping his back to the room. I saw guys rubbing his arse, and maybe slipping a finger or two inside him, but he did not look back, or even break a beat and just kept kissing. It was like it was the thrill of not seeing he was enjoying more by the second. That's when I had the idea. I pulled his jock down an the way and he lifted his feet. His jock was now in my hand and his hard cock was in display. A few more minutes with guys now grabbing his cock and I was ready to step it up. I pushed him back slightly and found one of the empty slings. I kept kissing him and I leaned him back into it a sling in one of the darker corners and started to rub my cock off his hole. I threw his jock onto his chest making sure it was not covering his cock. I needed some lube so with him all set up in the sling, reached down almost kneeling so I could reach my sock shefe I had some. Passing his open hole I had to check it out. I slipped my tongue just inside and tasted cum, and just a touch of blood. Nothing to be worried about but he had been roughed up, and totally vulnerable to infection. With lube in hand I stood back up and kissing him again, squirting lots from the packet over his cock and balls and over my cock too, but none on his hole. Slowly I pushed my cock into him and worked that toxic load around him, keeping him loose. That toxic load around my cock felt slick and wet, and I needed to go slow as I did not want to cum yet. Leaning forward I took back the jock back off his chest, and tired it tight but neatly over his eyes, making a pitch black blindfold for him. There he was complete how I always wanted to see him. Rubber chaps, hole exposed, a hot skin heads toxic load inside him, and blindfolded ready for more. I slowly slipped back out of him and around round to his head, where I carried on kissing him, with his arse open for anyone who wanted it. With so many guys looking to shoot a load now, I just needed to wait

Guess who's spun & excited to share a new story. I know I'm terrible at finishing my other works, but I can't help it. I might update and give a succinct ending just to tie some strings up but nothing is certain! Hope you like this one. This time, I'm focusing more on the plot rather than the sex so it is a bit different! I've never really gave much thought on my homosexual tendencies. It has always been there. It's not just the cock, but the male physique in general. Chubs, muscular, small, any kind of bodies with any kind of faces and hairstyle, any fashion style one had, as long as it was a man, I could get hard. After almost 7 years living in Edmonton, I found myself jaded with the routine I had. Sure, I have a good job with a great salary,,my sex life was decent and I had people to hang with from time to time. Yet, I feel hollow, as if I am leading a meaningless life. Even the alcohol, weed and chems that I partake in at times have failed to hide this supposed mid life crisis I was going through. Physically, I was fit. At 5'11 with a brunette buzz cut, I looked like a regular 'coastal liberal' as the rednecks would say since I was always in fitted jeans and oxford shirts. Thanks to the sports I did in college, I wasn't much of a gym person since my body had been sculpted from a young age. Being close to 33, I did feel a little left out that most of the guys I hang with at the bar have already settled down or are in relationships that have lasted for more than 3 years. (Quite a feat knowing how the community can be). As always, they would say but John, you're gorgeous, what's stopping you from having anyone here? Nothing, I would say. They were right, I could bring anyone back home though I had little interest in forming any sort of relationship after. It wasn't for me. Even those who are in open relationships are still committed to their main partner. It wasn't a relationship that I could commit to, but a mission or a calling if I could describe it. I knew there is more out there for me. I needed to get out. One Friday evening, I found myself at the bar, as usual, doing shots with the guys I've known since I moved here. Patrick, Juan, Chris and Eddie. Patrick and Chris are engaged, though in an open relationship while Juan could never keep a relationship longer than 6 months. Eddie on the other hand had an older partner named Hugo who share his passion of pottery. Out of all 4, Eddie was the most normal, or straight passing as we would frequently tease him. The usual conversation includes how the week went, or how work sucks, and what was there to do during the weekend. Eddie mentioned that he had a lucrative order that he had to send out and needed a pickup truck to deliver it. Since I was the only one with a GMC, all eyes were on me. I didn't mind helping Eddie out. I even suggested to him that he and I could do the drive together. I wish I hadn't though, as Eddie didn't mention that the customer was based 2 hours from the city. The next day, I drove into Eddie's driveway right before 11 AM and saw the garage door opened with a pallet of amphoras wrapped in plastic and strapped. They looked exquisite. Each had elaborative patterns, some with biohazard, most were just silhouettes of men fucking and figures dancing. One would think that they came from Greece if not examined closely. "I'm glad you're down to help me man. I really thought I would've done the drive myself since Hugo has an order that's due on Monday. I mean, I don't even know where this place is and the buyer's price was hard to resist that I had to offer free delivery. 15K for a crate of these strange yet erotic design that he requested. It wasn't even my design. They emailed some PNGs and told me to have fun with it." It has been a while since I last hung out with Eddie alone. He had always been like a brother to me since he was the first person I met in this city. He made it feel normal to be gay in the province I ended up in. Before he met Hugo about a year ago, Eddie and I would do T every Friday after leaving the bar. Nothing ever happened between us since we would always find our own guy to screw with. The closest thing that we've ever done that could be considered as sex was when we were both fucking 2 guys on the same bed and switched asses from time to time. Those were our party days and I have to say, I do miss it. We were never addicts, we were only enjoying the weekly session we had. When Eddie and Hugo moved in together, I stopped doing T as frequent as I would. For the better, I tell myself. Nowdays, the only time I do smoke was if a tweaking bottom on Grindr was looking for loads. The drive to the buyer's place was rural. It actually took more than 2 hours for us to get there. From what Eddie said, the buyer lives in a sort of commune on a farmland. To get there, we had to make a number of turns after exiting the freeway. The thick forrest surrounding us, both left and right made it feel as if we were driving in circles. Finally, a signboard that says "Commune Plus" appeared and as we turn in, we still had to drive for another 2 miles to finally see the compound. We passed a large wooden arc that served as an entrance into the compound. In cursive, the words "Commune Plus" was written above the frame, with a headline underneath that says, "+ where men are their True selves +" It was also kinda interesting how the O in the word commune was a biohazzard symbol. The farmhouse was huge. There were bout 3 barns scattered on the compound with a large pond in the middle. Eddie was pretty stunned at the place, as was I. Who knew a place like this existed, being so remote to everything? It was almost 3 PM and as we got close to the main farmhouse, a man in a full on white linen robe came out, ready to welcome us. "You must be Eddie, it's a pleasure to meet you. And you are..?" "This is John, he's helping me out today" "Pleasure to meet you as well, John." The man introduced himself as Ahura. He was about 6'0, thin yet muscular, and was donning a bun on his head with grey highlights. If I had to put an age, he was probably in his late 50s. I found him to be quite attractive. His chest was exposed, revealing some curly hair and pierced nipples. Around his neck was a necklace that had a golden whistle. He made his way to the truck with us and before I was about to pull down the trunk door, Ahura told us to stop since we had come such a long way and that we needed to eat and rest. With one high pitched blow and a moment that didn't event last 30 seconds, two men appeared by his side. They were both in their 20s, probably new grads. Both skinny and twink like. Both also had a clean shaved head and each wore an identical white jockstrap with white sneakers. They also had a tight silver bracelet on both hands. Ahura commanded them to bring the amphoras inside before complimenting Eddie on how it turned out. "What you've made is more than what I had foreseen. Thank you. Come in now, we have already delayed our luncheon waiting for this masterpiece." Ahura had a unique voice. His inflections were crisp and the way he spoke was ritualistic, as if every word spoken is a part of an incantation. The way he walked was also something. It was intricate and seems as if he was gliding, with the robe brushing the ground. His height is only a plus, for vanity purposes. While we made our way inside, I felt a little relief when I found out that Eddie too shared my sentiment on Ahura. For a second, one could say that we became curious of this man who possessed a sort of magnetism in us. After all, the swift response he received when he blew his whistle was unarguably a power move that stayed with us. The dining hall had a table that was probably the longest I've ever seen in my life. When we entered, half the table was already occupied by men who were all in similar loincloth, neatly tied to spare very little, torso exposed and topless as they should be. They were gorgeous. Most were probably around my age and some were already eyeing Eddie and I. Each of them had sculpted bodies, though some had very apparent veins. Some were also muscular but remained thinner than average. Similar to how Ahura looks like. It was a sort of textured look that was likely due to the physical activity they they do daily. Or so I thought.. Of course, Ahura sat in the middle main seat, with everyone being able to see him. Directly to his left was Eddie and beside was me. The table could probably fit 30 people the least. If I had to eyeball, we were probably around 15. The moment Ahura took his seat, the room turned silent. Before he spoke, he made sure to observe each person and nod, acknowledging their presence. Eddie and I included. He first introduced us as visitors who have delivered and blessed the commune with vases that will enhance the place. He then announced that there would be more members joining the commune next month. He thanked the current members, who were all listening attentively, for being dedicated in supporting his vision of the commune. "Before you came here, each of you lead a different life, a life that was empty that limited your desire and constricted your agency to how the outside world deemed it as. Being a part of the commune has liberated you. I can see it and so can you, Yohann. And you too, Kronos. You have all joined the commune for a fresh start, and I have managed to grant you that gift." Both Eddie and I knew that we were visiting a cult, but we never really knew how it actually was like . Even with all the documentaries that we've watched and the podcast we put on during the drive, to participate in a cult lunch wasn't a way we saw how our Saturday would go. We weren't the disrespectful kind since we've all been exposed to all kinds of kinks but this men only cult that we found ourselves in started to turn into an itch in our psyche that we couldn't explain. The rest of Ahura's speech was how the commune is still young and though it is expanding, it is not permanent. The goal was that the commune would live off grid, growing their own produce and eliminating the traditional bonds that the outside world had. Essentially, everyone in the commune treated each other equally, being able to fuck one another without hesitation and embracing primal lust. With the wine glass in his right hand, Ahura put his arm up and declared "May we live harmoniously without restraints" When Eddie and I gulped the wine, we were blind sighted at how strong it was. I knew that it wasn't just wine that we drank. It was definitely G. I calmed Eddie down by holding his thigh under the table cloth, telling him it's not drastic. Ahura, toying his entree with his utensils looked at us and formed a smile. "Don't worry, the amount of G is very minimal and think of it as a way to just wind down after making that long drive. After you both are no longer famished, I will give you a tour of this place, just as a little extra since we rarely receive visitors.." Surprisingly, Eddie thanked Ahura and was looking forward to seeing the compound. I shot a look at him, but Eddie reassured me. How quick his mind changed. It's not that I wanted to leave. Deep down, I know that the longer I stayed here the harder it would be for me to leave. These irresistible guys who I'm at the table with behaved so seductively, caressing each other at times and feeding one another without breaking their touch. Anytime I make eye contact with one of them, I knew that I would be hard. Ahura and Eddie continued talking, exchanging opinions on what an amphora or a vase is, with Eddie clearly being more engrossed in Ahura. He didn't even realize that Ahura was holding his hands on the table the entire time. If I'm being honest, I was quite envious. I tried to look at my phone but there was barely any signal. I looked up and I noticed Yohann was looking at me. He had auburn curls that hid his forehead and his face was shaved clean. I wouldn't put him past 30 with how much youth he's still holding. His chest was broad and his neck had a silver necklace with a biohazard logo pendant. It's strange how frequent I've seen the logo since I got here. Unlike the rest of the men at the table, he and I weren't conversing. We were both looking at each other for a while, trying to observe and analyze each other. Him being topless didn't help much. He wasn't too muscular, yet it would be easy for me to trace his body from how defined it was. Lean, one could say. Throughout the eye fuck we were having, he was also playing with his necklace, brushing it on his lips, turning it sideways with the chains gliding under his chin, never breaking our gaze. I stopped zoning out when Ahura stood up, Eddie following him and me trailing behind to start the tour. I also began to realize how subtle Ahura was when he instructed Yohann to accompany us as well. What does he know? To show the ins and outs as Ahura puts it. Yohann smirked at me after replying, "It would be an honour, Ahura". The four us started in the main foyer where we first entered. The snow marble floor, when viewed from the staircase above resembles a golden pentagram, layered with a platinum biohazard symbol. Again I thought, the same logo. On the second floor, we passed through hallways after hallways, with different roman numerals on each doors. Though Ahura didn't show us all the rooms, most were average dorm like rooms. There was probably 2-3 single beds in each room. To no one's surprise, the bathroom had a common shower. It really reminded me of the kinds of showers you'd find at the gym. Ahura also skipped the rooms which had doubled doors and lacked any number. Strange I thought. I broke the silence with Yohann and asked, what's in there? "Members only" Out of the 3 barns, he only showed us one where they had some livestock. There were guys working who I didn't see at lunch. Some were in jockstraps, some only in overalls with nothing underneath. There were also some guys who were only in ripped jeans and boots, flannel shirt tied around the waist,. They all seemed to be enjoying what they were doing, bodies glistening with sweat, faces shining laboriously. Everyone stopped to bow for Ahura the minute we entered. With a wave and both arms open, Ahura thanked them for their hard work and wished them well on advancing. We ended up by the benches at the pond to end the tour. Until now, I didn't get to talk to Ahura much since Eddie and him were constantly in awe of one another. I only got to talk with Yohann, asking him what is going on in this place and how he ended up there. I was very frank since I couldn't help it any longer. "Before I came here, I wasn't Yohann. I was Bernard. I found out about the commune a year ago when I lost my job. Can you believe I was at work tweaking?" Yes I could because I knew fags who couldn't separate the T from party, ruining their career and self imploding. Instead of thinking out loud, my only response was one that went along the lines of "Wow, that's awful. How did you find out bout this then? Did you get clean here?" "Fuck no, I still tweak whenever I want without any judgements since I came here. These guys are more than brothers, they become a part of you. The day I got fired, I met my dealer to score more and he told me that there was a job his friend, Ahura was offering. Back then, we were probably 9 people. Now, when you include the novices, 25. I thought it was just a regular farm job, but the first day I got here, my life changed for the better." "What do you mean?" "Well, that's something that you have to find out on your own, if you're willing." I looked up to find Ahura and Eddie gone, now heading to one of the barns, hands together. What the fuck? I started to worry and asked Yohann where they were going. "Let's see for ourselves." I didn't rush to run since I still wanted to keep my cool with Yohann. We approached the barn, entering through the main door that was already partially opened. It wasn't what an inside of a barn would look like. It was lavishly decorated with velvet furnitures. The floor was concrete but polished. At the end of the room between two pillars lied Eddie and Ahura on a satin king sized bed. Eddie had a glass pipe in his mouth, Ahura preparing the next hit while holding a metal tray. Strangely enough, I stopped worrying and shot Eddie a look, with him blowing his clouds in my direction. "I should've known that you both partake in the appreciation of crystal, allowing its smoke to electrify and elevate the body. How serendipitous it is that Yohann accompanied us, given that he is the master of chasing the dragon in our commune" Yohann smiled and joined Ahura. He took the tray away, allowing Eddie and Ahura to now fondling one another, before shotgunning and embracing in a trance. I was still, standing right across them, immobile. On one hand, I was relishing at how the old Eddie is back, but on the other, I feared for his future with Hugo. "Come, John. Chase the dragon with us, up in the clouds where we'll find a potent pleasure." Eddie now started talking differently. I was alone, in this arena sized barn, faced with a decision to join or go. I couldn't leave Eddie though, never. Plus, Yohann was there. I took the plunge and the next thing I know, my tongue was in a wrestle with Yohann's and Eddie had his mouth full with Ahura's 9 incher. "This is just a preview, boys. We're not going to fuck you until you're one of us. And even then, there are steps to joining the commune...." Eddie and I were clearly more tweaked than the others. They probably have a higher tolerance seeing that they were nonchalant. Both Ahura and Yohann then got up, pulling us each by the arm to give the real tour. The barn we were in was where they would initiate members into the commune. An invitation is first required. Yohann had never met Ahura until he showed up at the commune. Ahura coached and motivated him to embrace his true self through the commune. Within 3 months, Yohann was leading the lab they had in the other barn, synthesizing T to grow their capital. Being far and remote was an advantage they had. There weren't stages when the commune started, once someone is a member, they are equal to one another. Only recently it was decided that through strict vetting and procedural methods could they keep their commune a secret while ensuring loyalty and dedication from the members. To be a part of the commune, a bond was needed, a positive bond, as Ahura puts it. It was his viral load that runs through the commune, sealing themselves to him forever. It was by being poz from Ahura do the members benefit from the resources Ahura provides. The T was a significant part of the commune's cashflow, though for the most part the commune itself is self-sustaining. Ahura's vision was to keep the population at a fixed number, ensuring balance and avoiding any recognition from the outside world. "By end of this year, we're aiming to be around 40, not more than 50. This is a chance for you both to escape and leave the life you had before you came here. Look at how we cherish our new lives, providing for each other, being there for each other, not a single ounce of shame in any of us." We passed by the barn we visited earlier. This time, there were only 2 guys left, chopping some wood. Ahura quietly approached one of them who had an overall, and with no warning, he pushed the boy down onto the table, unbuttoning from behind before diving into his ass for a rim. The only thing the boy could say was Thank you, Ahura. His legs spread wider, allowing Ahura to push his tongue deeper. Moments after, Ahura placed his cock on the boy's hole and thrust forward with little resistance, telling the boy how lucky he was to get fucked by him while still being a novice. "Though today is your lucky day, I have guests that I need to attend to, so forgive me for ejaculating earlier than I normally would." "Don't apologize Ahura, I am forever grateful for you" Not even 5 minutes since the boy was shoved down, Ahura came, moaning quietly as he turned to look at Eddie and I with an ambitious expression aimed to convince us. Still spun, we both exchanged a look that was a combination of fear, lust but worst of all, submission. Ahura candidly continued, "See how easy it is? How everyone here is always willing to help one another. Contemplate well on my invitation you two. I seldom give golden tickets easily. Sleep on it if you wish. Dusk is approaching. We wouldn't want you to venture back to the city in the dark." Shit, I always forget how fast time passes when you're on T. Yohann showed us the guest room in the main farmhouse. It was in the same hallway where the double door room was. Eddie and I both showered in the commons, reflecting on what had transpired. "We're not thinking straight, Eddie. Who know what else we took. This is a huge commitment, man." "Yeah of course, but look, don't you think that we won't get a chance like this again? I feel like once we leave, we're never going to find a place like this ever. I'm pretty sure Ahura's gonna make me delete the address and any form of trails we have to the commune if we don't accept." "If you want to get pozzed, then you can do it in the city. If you want T, you can do it with me. What does this place have that's compelling you so much? "It has a purpose for us to be who we are and share it with the few who understand. It's not bout the drugs or being poz, it's bout the community that I never had, man. Sure, life back in the city is great and all, but you always got to be wary. Outside the bar, are we really ourselves? Tell me, John. Don't you want to feel like you're a part of something?" I couldn't say more. The only sound there was was the water coming out of the shower. When the tap was off, I broke the silence. "I don't think I could ever leave you. I'm not just talking bout this place. If I leave and I won't see you ever again, then I'm not sure what I'll do." We were now facing each other, full nude, with Eddie spotting a boner for a short moment. He came closer to me and tilted his head up to give a peck, hands behind my back, pulling us closer. It was the first time we kissed. It was real. I knew I've made my decision. Lying on the single bed, we cuddled and didn't say much. It was difficult to fuck since we couldn't get ourselves hard, and frankly, we were exhausted. Sleeping was also difficult. At around 2 AM, we heard footsteps in the hallway, followed by the sound of doors closing. The slam was louder than our room door. Could it be the other room? Feeling restless, I convinced Eddie to check it out together. There was barely any light in the house. Though there was electricity, candles and gas lamps were preferred. The double door at the end of the hallway now had a candle hung on both sides, illuminating most of the hallway. The knobs were brass and heavy. We attempted to open it slowly, going inside to finally satisfy our curiosity. The room was bigger than we thought. Curtains separated the room as if it was a maze. We heard a chant that was hypnotizing. We followed it, cutting through the room, hoping for the best. Finally, we came upon Ahura who was naked, hair down, leading the chant with some of the men we met at lunch echoing. They were encircling the boy in the overalls, who was now tied and spread like an eagle in a circle that had a pentagram. There candles that were lit at each points and Ahura was now walking in the circle, taunting the boy and savouring every orifice. The chant was incomprehensible. The boy could only moan and groan, as if possessed as Ahura was savouring every inch of him. Suddenly, the chant changed and the men circling started to kneel. Ahura's eyes turned white and he loosened the boys attachment to lift him up. Now on the floor, Ahura placed the boy's hip on top of his, slowly piercing the boys hole with his shaft. Not even halfway yet and the boy was already in ecstasy. Ahura could only hush the boy, apologizing him for the fuck earlier. It was insulting, to have me in you without any ceremonious element. This is to make up for today, boy. Christmas came early cause you're getting the gift before the rest of your peers will. Cherish this moment now, boy. Tears now started fall from the boy's face, though it wasn't of pain, but joy. There was a certain religious epiphany that the boy had as he was being impaled by Ahura. The other men, now in a prostate position, continued chanting, hitting their fist on the floor in harmony. The closer Ahura was to coming, the faster and louder the fists were banged. Finally, as he came, the room was quiet with the exception of the boy who was still moaning. "It's so...warm.." Ahura stayed in the boy and cradled him for a good 8 minutes, welcoming him to the commune, whispering how much his life was about to change. Eddie and I could only watch without a single blink. It was more than a cult, there was also elements of occult. I was never a superstitious person, but there was a palpable energy that I felt being in that room. Some sort of fascination that I wanted to experience. From the way Eddie was watching, he too would agree with me. We were so engrossed in what was happening that Yohann appeared behind us, slightly jumping us. "So..shall I inform Ahura that you both have made up your mind?" Eddie with no hesitation said Yes, admit us. It took me a while to say it. "Yeah if Eddie's in I'm in too." Yohann then told us that once we are certain of our decision, we will not be able to leave until Ahura allows it. We had to also follow everything Ahura commands and instructs. It was, for our betterment. The process of joining the commune was tedious, but the spirituality of it, though contrary was one that was unique and vital to the commune. Though we made sure to keep a distance from where the ritual was, Ahura, as Yohann had, appeared from behind one of the curtains. "Did I hear that right?" Yes, Eddie and I said in unison. "Well let's not waste time then. We're already done with one. What's another two? Commune members, in position as before! We've got 2 prospects who before, were visitors. We sure did a good job in showing them how hospitable we are, didn't we?" "Always, Ahura. Your guidance has never contained any doubts. I am also grateful to you for allowing me to get to know John. I believe he has potential to be in the higher ranks by the end of the year." "What makes you say so, Yohann?" "There's this look I see in him, one that's unsatisfied with his current life. All of us were like that but unlike the rest, he is more disciplined and loyal. Look at how dedicated he is to the other man he came with. The two of them were destined to be a part of the commune" "Very good observations. Now boys, there's been a change in your initiation. It's going to be challenging, painful but most importantly, liberating. At this moment now, we need your word and good faith that you will accept this offer. There is no turning back from here on. I could let you head back in the city maybe next week or next year. It is I who built this haven and it is I who you will bow down to when required. From here on, you will no longer be treated like the visitors you were but as novices who will have to earn the respect that the men you see over there have gone through." Yohann took out 2 separate documents for us to sign, waiving any liabilities toward Ahura, fully understanding what was going to happen. We had already made our decision in the shower. This was just a way to legitimize it. Once the documents were signed and handed back, I felt a blindfold being put on me and all of a sudden, my limbs were being pulled and I could hear Eddie was being dragged too. There's no going back, I tell myself. We had to surrender and submit to whatever Ahura had in store for us. As I struggled from the wave of men holding me, I started to lose consciousness when I felt my mouth and nose being covered by a sort of cloth. My last thought before blanking out was what was going to happen to Eddie?

On 9/27/2022 at 1:09 PM, Barebacker831 said: Pussy is meant to be filled with cum and I always require we fuck raw. They give in most of the time. It also helps I’m married to a female so their guard is lowered 😈 ErosWired said, What this basically says is, ‘Who gives a shit about the ethics - they’re women.’ No moral sermon here, just facts - since we are dealing with barebacking, the realistic possibility of transmitting STDs, especially HIV, is ever present. Where I live, in Québec, Canadian law applies. The Supreme Court of Canada, in 2012 in R. v Mabior ruled that "If there is no realistic possibility of transmission of HIV, failure to disclose that one has HIV will not constitute fraud vitiating consent to sexual relations" (R. v. Mabior, 2012 SCC 47, [2012] 2 S.C.R. 584). What constitutes no realistic possibility in the eyes of the Supreme Court of Canada? It is a low viral load, AND consistent use of condoms with the sexual act. So, does vaginal sex without a condom constitute a transmittable sexual act? Yes.....If the partner is HIV-, cool, no harm done, but there are other STDs. For us HIV+ people, the standard of a low viral load AND consistent condom use is something we will want to bear in mind, unless we bareback with other poz pigs.

I want to be face down on a fuck bench with my ass available for any rampant cock that strolls by while I suck a load out of the guy in front of me. Also makes it easier for him to face fuck me if that’s his preference.

So do I. He's older, very close to retirement, and Dr. Methuselah is about to be retired from association with me sooner than he thinks. I'm not one to worship at the High Holy Doctor's Shrine. I ask questions and expect answers. I mean, 'supported by research' answers, not 'well, I've been doing this for many years, and I think X instead of Y'. My kid sister is coming for a visit next month, and that's great. As soon as that's over though*, I'll be turning my attention to finding another internist. I couldn't agree more, that the level of care has suffered in favor of the level of Corporate Grasping. I'm not sure how to counter that widening gap, other than to go talk to them, get a feel for who they really 'service' and make my best guess. I am healthy, thanks. I can't even remember when I last had so much as a cold, never came down with covid (knocking), have taken all the precautions, and proceeding with caution. Of course, I've picked up breeding-bugs regularly, but they get treated quickly and that's just the price of doing business. As to all the bug chasing commentary on here, I can't help but wonder how many actually have that kind of devotion to their Lusts, or the courage to actually live The Life. Popularity on a website is one thing; living one's best life is another. I hope you're healthy too, and thanks for the well wishes. *she and I have always been close, she's always been completely supportive, but I don't think she knows quite how gay I actually am. I've been hammering at getting the slingroom taken down, put away, getting other things ready, blah blah blah.

I like being on my knees, so I can look up. Eye contact while on my knees really gets me going. I love it when he grabs my nips too. It's an amazing feeling being on my knees, looking in his eyes when he shoots into my mouth. I like to keep his dick in my mouth after he comes to get every drop.

I got mine pierced last year and have no regrets at a BTM. Numbed up with some topical lidocaine before hand. Wasn’t too bad. I love playing with tops who have their nips pierced while they’re balls deep in me. @BadBob I would love to suck on your nip while you’re breeding me. I think it’d look hot af.

Too much fake grunting and moaning...if it's excessive, it's a complete erection-killer for me. Some is great, but, come on...really?!

I can't stand it when the guys that are fucking do so in near or total silence. I don't care how hot the visuals are, if there isn't a verbal exchange that shows off the chemistry between the the guys involved then it's boring as fuck (for me). Also, I'm not into 95% of the guys that are hired for porn these days. I much more enjoy watching middle aged, average-looking guys like the ones we saw in the early days of Hot Desert Knights or Treasure Island Media. All these millennial muscle bears and twinks do nothing for me.

sometimes I think I am really weird. It turns me on to be fucked bareback and while top is pumping away, I say please don't cum in me, please pull out! But top just fucks me harder and faster until he explodes his cum in me. OMG that turns me on.

I used to go to saunas in the UK. Whether it was busy or not, depended mostly on the time of day and day of the week. I was happy to stay until I got what I wanted/needed. I've noticed that saunas aren't as popular as they used to be, especially among the younger crowd. I think apps have had a huge affect on attendance.

friday evening. Got a message on grindr of a profile nearby. He wanted a pump and dump. Got there, his door was open, went up and found him face down ass up on his sofa. Started fucking him and felt my cum boiling. All of a sudden his door opened and his boyfriend came home. He looked at us and said “don’t worry, please continue” and left again. The bottom guy was in panic, repeating “shit shit shit”. Felt so hot situation that i came immediately. Loaded up his ass and left. Hope next time the bf can join too. 🤓

Three men came out of dark, went to a big bed in the middle of the room. One with a bra on his chest lied down, another quickly stuck his dick in the ass and started pounding while the third one watched the sex closeby and grouped the bottom. I also came closer and sat nearby on a small fuck table. After a while someone touched my back. I turned around, it was an Asian guy in a baseball hat, sporting leather strings around the body. He started hugging and touching me politely. Gradually his gestures were getting broader and hands stronger. He turned me to the couch I sat just recently and pushed me towards it. I went to the couch confused. What he was going to do, I though, he didn’t even asked or told me anything. I was uncertain. The guy strongly pushed my neck down towards the couch. Is he going to fuck me, right now, I worried I may have been not fully ready. While I was hesitant, he put his dick against my hole and pushed. I was so horny with all the situation I missed when he lubed my ass. He was going pretty smoothly though. How did this happen? I just stopped by out of curiosity and in ten minutes I’m being fucked. The asian guy behind grabbed my cock and jerked it. I was so aroused that I came almost immediately. The guy took his dick out, pulled me upright and pushed towards the dark room. I was not able to tell how many men were there. The guy bent me over something near another bottom, stuck his dick and started pounding. The man next to me grunted and moved back and forth. He was being fucked too. The guy took his dick out. I turned around to tell him I need a pause to wrap my head around the situation but the words stayed in my mouth. In the dim light I saw 5-6 man hungrily watching me and stroking. That scene was above my mental capabilities. I got down on my knees and started sucking the closest one. They all encircled me and I only saw dicks moved and floating above me. Even though I came recently my dick was hard. I sucked a few dicks, someone lift me back on my feet and pushed me towards another wall. I went there, put my arms upwards and curved my ass backward as much as I could. My bottom was immediately penetrated. The pounds were powerful, I almost jumped on my toes. Then the guy behind took a break, grabbed my shoulders and pushed me to a high bench against the next wall between two other bottoms. The one on the right was being fucked and the left one waited and spreaded his cheaks. I fell down on my chest and hard blows from behind began pushing my face into bricks. After a while the guy stopped, drew out his dick and left. I lied down on the bench breathing heavily. Everything was too intensive. Furtunatelly, no one jointed my from behing and had time to get some rest and come up to my senses. I stand up, came out of the dark room and went around the whole club. Some men were in action, some were watching them, some were having rest and some hungrily looked at me. I sit on the table near the wall by the entrance and starting watching. One guys approached me and started sucking my dick. I was so horny that I was about to cum so I genlty pushed him away. He nodded and went elsewhere. The asian guy appeared again, unhesitantly came close, uncrossed my legs, pushed my chest and pulled my legs to level my ass with the table edge. He lubed my hole, put my legs on his shoulders and pushed as the previous time. That was deep. Deep pain and high pleasure felt me up all over. I cried, my legs were shaking. The guy turned my around several times. In the end I was standing on my feet, chest down on the table and pushed the wall with arms to synchronize my movements with pushed behind. Dozen of men came by to look at the scene. The asian guy, turned me from the table. He threw me to a small bench nearby. The men went around and watched my face with open mouth in a silent cry. One guy took put his dick in my mouth. I adjusted my movements to satisfy tops from both sides. The action was hot, he quickly came and another dick took his place. Another cock was longer and softer, it went deep to my throat and the front top started movements. I couldn't believe. I was being spit roasted, while being watched by a bunch of men with hard dicks. The one behind drilled my ass, the one atop used my throat while my hard dick was swinging and beating the bench. That was the top moment of the night. After few wonderful minutes, the asian guy pulled his dick out. I didn't know where he went as I was too exhaused and too aroused. I slipped down to the floor. Fortunately, no one continued using me and I had a chance to breathe. Again I strolled around the club back and forth, had a few cups water, looked around for several actions. Only one guy approached me once and stroked my dick very nicely, which was quite pleasant. The asian guy found me again in the big room, grabbed me and took to a bid bed, put me on my back with legs on his shoulders and started fucking. That was even deeper than on the table, I tried to move away a bit, he came closer. After few rounds, my head dangled upside down from the bed edge. The asian guy fiercely deep fucked my ass. It felt like his dick was touching the stomach. I was shaked, my head swinging from the edge, mouth open. A black guy watching up came close and his dick touched my mouth. He thrusted deeper and deeper till his groin pressed to my nose. The waves of pleasure inside me was so intense, they dimmed the pain and the need for air. I was shaking, making noises, pinned between two dicks. The asian guy made few strong pounds and relaxed. I understood that he came, but I still had my mouth occupied. Yet I couln't help jerking my swollen dick, missing the beat for the front guy. That was too much to hold. He seemed to understand this, pulled his dick out and left. I was not even sorry for him. I focused on my dick head, which was going to explode. I came very hard and relaxed helplessly.

Very, very sorry for your loss.

The following is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters or plot to real persons or events is coincidental. I've never had sex with my father. But I did have fun with my best friends dad. I'll try and break it up some, and this first part is mostly background, but it's how it all started. My friend and I were neighbors in a small Midwest town of 600 people. People there would know what happened to you before you knew what happened to you. My friend and neighbor had a huge pool with a fence around it, and would invite me over to swim all the time. It all started off pretty innocently. We did it throughout high school. Then one day he suggested that we skinny dip. Back then I don't think either of us knew what gay was. Being in a small conservative town, just thought it was wrong. We would often swim after school, but the first time we skinny dipped was at night. His pool had a light which changed colors, and was actually kinda cool. As young nerds we would yell shark when it turned red! Lol. As I said, it all started innocently. Chalk it up to childhood curiosity. Sure we saw others in showers at hs gym, but he was a year younger than me, so never in gym class together. Again as I said, back then gay was just something we just thought was wrong. I must admit though, there was a HS jock in my class with a HUGE cock that I couldn't help but admire. Honestly think others did also. Not sure why, but he tried to hide it from others going in and out of shower. Probably as he noticed guys staring at it, and also thought gay was bad. After all, he had a reputation for banging quite a few cheerleaders. Like I said, a slow start, but gets much better! Like and comment.

That's true for the first ring too, obviously, but bottoms don't have any control over it, except maybe for the way their body is positioned. I think it helps that they can't control it, because they could easily get scared and tense up if they did. Most don't really seem to notice when it happens, although some do. I don't specifically change anything about the way I fuck when I'm in that deep. I just keep reading what the bottom likes and giving him lots of that. I mix up long strokes with staying deep and giving little jabs. There isn't any erogenous zone beyond the prostate, AFAIK, and that isn't very deep — you can mash the hell out of it with a 5 inch cock. Everything past that is just guts. My guess is that big cocks just cause a general feeling of fullness from the pressure on the abdominal wall. It's pretty clear here that what bottoms get off on is the thought of being opened up really deep inside, as well as the thought of having cum shot beyond their rectum. They're not talking about the feeling itself so much.

Chapter 4: Clean up! Once again please note this story is a wirk of fiction ************************************************ We both jumped into the pool to rinse the now dried cum off of both our bodies. The water was warm and inviting, and the cool pool light was off. We swam around some, and then my friend came over and grabbed my cock. He then said he noticed how I was focused on his cock while he stroked in basement, and asked if I wanted to touch his. Of course I did. We fondled each other a bit in the pool, but he quickly said let's grab a drink, to which I agreed. We both got out of pool without towels. My cock was deflated, but he still had a bit of a chub. We headed to the bar by the pool poured a drink and found a pack of his dad's Paul Maul cigarettes and although we rarely smoked, lit some up. I was worried his dad might notice, but as he pointed out there were several open packs around, and his dad wouldn't notice. At first we just sat around and talked about what happened. We both started getting hard during convo. We both stated that neither had done anything like this with a friend before, but it was hot. Before I knew it, I moved closer to him and started jacking his cock. He didn't say a word, just sat back and enjoyed. He started to prepare cum, and to my surprise, he scooped up some of his cum and tasted it. A few minutes later, he asked me if I wanted a taste. I had tasted my own cum before, but not some one else's. His cum was nice and thick and delicious. I was in heaven and he knew it. Offering me another taste shortly after. He then said he wanted to cum in my mouth. He let me lick the tip of his head, but never stuck his cock in my mouth. That was fine by me. He quickly flooded my mouth with his seed. I was so excited I shot my load and he ended up licking it up. What a night! Things would only get better though in the days to cum!

I just had a fuck buddy invite me to travel cross country for over a month. He is in sales and is finally back to in person meetings. We drove i10 from Az to Fl and drove i40 back. The goal was to see how much cock I could get aside from his. I used every app out there. For quick quick hookups the apps are by far the best. For the cities we were staying in I would post ads on sites the day before. Silverdaddies was good and so was fetlife. I figured out how to cater my ad to where we were. Its amazing how many guys traveling for work would come by the room and fuck me. I would claim to be discreet on those profiles but on the kink sites I would be more open. There are tons of fakes but if you have hours to weed through them its worth it.

Part four - Wonderland When I woke up, there was darkness all around me. Opening my eyes made no difference from keeping them close. Pitch black. I could move my head a little bit, but as I tried to get up or touch my face, I realized I was restrained pretty much all over. Something was hugging me tight, all over my body. I felt cold and hot all at the same time. I could also feel something strapped on my face, and I could hear some strange, muffled noises. I could also feel my cock being rock hard, but encased in some kind of trap, like something was pulling, or applying suction on it. I also obviously had something in my ass, but it was small. A butt plug, probably. I could hear a slow and regular beep, a light hissing, sounds that made me believe I was at the hospital. I was laying on some kind of medical chair, but I felt like I was floating in the void. My situation was very confusing. I wasn’t even sure if I was awake or dreaming. The last few days (at least the parts where I was awake) were starting to be very, very disorienting and once again I was beginning to question if all of this was really happening. And it all happened so fast. Only a few days before, I was a straight young man trying to find a job. How did I become a gay sex slave, willingly getting drugged and having completely unprotected and wild sex with a HIV+ pervert? An amazing and godlike HIV+ pervert? Thinking about my situation was turning me on and I was still taking in the truth that was shown to me by Daddy. He was right, it was my true nature and I had finally found my place. Although right now, I wasn’t sure what kind of place I was in. After a minute the disorientation went into overdrive. I still couldn’t see or move but I felt like I was lifted up very fast and rising in the sky, like I was suddenly freed from my restrains and even gravity itself, but I still couldn’t move. Daddy was probably giving me something to make me high, I thought, so I decided to just let it run its course and see what happens. It’s not like I had a choice anyway. Out of the darkness, Daddy started speaking. I couldn’t see anything, but I was visualizing him talking to me. “Hi boy. I’ll be gone for a few days while I take care of business. I hooked you up on my brainwashing machine. You’ll be exposed to a lot of stimuli that will vastly expand your sexual horizons. I created this nice little program called “Wonderland” that will show you the ropes, condition you further to enjoy what I enjoy and crave it even more than me. This session is only the beginning, we’ll start with basic stuff. Don’t worry, everything is fully safe and secure. When I come back, we’re gonna have so much fun. In the meantime, well... bon voyage!” And the darkness came back, along with complete silence. The disorientation from the drugs and lack of stimuli was beginning to make me nauseous. After a while though, a giant biohazard symbol materialized before me. It seemed enormous, the size of a mountain, all red, with a black outline, glowing and shining bright before me, completely filling my field of vision. It seemed to be the only thing in existence. I was in awe before the sheer size of the thing and felt like it was about to engulf me, or like I was about to fall into it. “BOW IN AWE BEFORE YOUR NEW RELIGION. THIS IS IT’S SYMBOL. WORSHIP.” A booming voice exploded in my ears. The loudness was unbearable and inescapable. My whole body jerked in fear and surprise from the unexpected speech. My ears were ringing. As suddenly as it appeared, the biohazard symbol vanished and was immediately replaced by an enormous dick. It was a gargantuan version of my Daddy’s wonderful poz cock. It seemed to be floating in the void, detached from a body. I could see the veiny shaft, the glistening red head, the gigantic balls below, but nothing else. A pool of precum the size of an ocean was forming at the tip. “THIS IS YOUR NEW GOD. YOU ARE ITS SLAVE.” I felt like I was nothing compared to it. And it was true, my Daddy’s cock was everything to me, now. Even my own penis was insignificant, now. There was only Daddy’s poz cock in my world. I was looking at this ridiculously large version of his penis while experiencing a great amount of pleasure all through my body. I felt a tingling all over, heightened by the tightness I felt hugging my skin. The vision before me started moving, or maybe it was me, and I got closer and closer to the tip where the large pool of precum was overflowing. I got nearer and eventually dived into it. Everything was very overwhelmingly large, and I could even see Daddy’s sperm swimming around, like a shoal of fish moving gracefully in unison. As I got closer to them, I could spot tiny little biohazard symbols on their heads. I was literally swimming in poz cum. There was a great commotion and suddenly I was thrown around wildly as a powerful blast of cum erupted from the tip of the gargantuan dick. Everything turned to white, and the apparition was replaced by an overwhelmingly large virtual screen. “WATCH AND LEARN. THESE ARE YOUR NEW FETISHES. YOU CAN’T LIVE WITHOUT THEM. THERE IS NO PLEASURE OUTSIDE OF THEM. YOU ARE THEIR SLAVE.” A quick succession of different porn scenes started playing on the screen. Several young guys being fucked by muscle daddies. Some were on all fours, others laying on their backs. They all had a glazed look in their eyes, seemingly high as fuck. I could see every scene for a few seconds, then it would switch to another one. Every scene was extremely hot, the best porn quality I had ever seen. It looked so real and raw. Then I was shown several close-up shots of big cocks. Most of them were uncut. Every 3 seconds there was a new one. At first, they were all limp, then semi-hard, then fully hard. Seeing so many cocks in such a short amount of time was very arousing in itself, but I could feel my horniness being pushed further by whatever was flowing in my veins. I was feeling intense pleasure just looking at the images. I desperately wanted to suck on a big juicy poz cock. The ones I was shown were now leaking heavily, all wet and glistening precum. It was at that point that I was reminded of the thing entrapping my own cock as it went into action. I could feel the suction on my dick get more intense, then release, then suck again, with a slow, rhythmic pulse. The sensation was amazing, and I started squirming in my bonds. Shortly after, whatever was in my ass starting inflating and buzzing, filling my hole with a nice sensation. I could also feel some faint cold sensation in my guts. The images on the screen went back to guys getting fucked, but now it was close ups of cocks entering assholes. Repeatedly, I was seeing the tip of a cock getting near a hole, smearing precum all over it and then plunging into the ass. White cocks, black cocks, brown cocks, white hole, black holes, and so on. The sounds of moaning as the guys entered were divine. Every time an ass was being penetrated, the buzzing in mine got a little stronger. Meanwhile, a radiating heat was growing in my ass, and I wanted more than just a vibration, I needed to get fucked. Afterwards there was another succession, this time with blow jobs. Different guys licking the head of a cock, then putting it in their mouths, then swallowing them whole, and finally getting face fucked. All the dudes ended up with several loads down their throats, in their face or elsewhere on the chest. With every cum shot, I was fed a dose of poppers through the mask in my face. After several minutes, or maybe an hour of these montages, my cock slowly milked and my ass being slowly fed T-laced lubed and frustratingly vibrated, I felt a cold sensation in my arm. My lungs started to burn, and I had to cough violently in my mask. I was getting slammed! The screen shown to me started to flicker as I was being extremely disoriented. I was trying to look at what was going on, but I couldn’t focus anywhere and my whole body was on fire. It was way more intense than what I had experienced so far. When I finally could get a grip on what was shown to me, I was confused to see a black figure in what looked like an hospital room, strapped to a doctor’s chair with the legs and arms wide apart. The figure was seemingly wrapped in black rubber or latex, completely from head to toe. There were tubes running everywhere around the black figure. When I looked at the crotch, I realized I was looking at myself. I could see a clear tube with a steel top attached to my penis and milking it. It looked like a milking machine commonly used to milk a cow but modified to fit a human penis. I had never seen such a thing, but it looked very intimidating... and hot! I could also see something running to my ass and penetrating me but couldn’t make what it was. I had a strange apparatus strapped to my face, some kind of oversized gasmask that must house the virtual reality device and the breathing gear, with three rubber tubes springing out of it in the front and the sides of my face. I could also see a tube connected to my arm which appeared to be an IV, feeding me all kinds of drugs and nutrients. There were several machines all around me and I had no idea what any of these were supposed to do. Because of the slam I was extremely horny, and I had been edged for quite a while already with these machines, so I was desperate at that point to cum. Seeing myself in this state, for some reason, pushed me to such highs in horniness that I started screaming in ecstasy in my mask. The sound was muffled even for me, but the rubber hood covering my head vibrated delightfully. The virtual screen switched to images of men in rubber suits fucking each other. Most of them were wearing black suits, others were orange, yellow, even transparent. All of them were fucking bareback though. At some point the thing in my ass inflated even more, stretching me good, but also started to move. The milking machine also started picking up the pace, sucking and pulling on my cock mechanically, relentlessly. I was starting to go crazy and really wanted to cum, but every time I got near an orgasm everything stopped, then resumed. I was incredibly frustrated but turned on. I wanted release, but I didn’t want my ecstasy to stop. After a while I was shown yet another video of a rubber guy getting fucked raw, but this one was wearing a black suit with a bright red biohazard symbol on it. My cock twitched inside the milking tube, and I could feel a sharp buzz in my ass as soon as I saw the symbol. I’m pretty sure I had a micro-orgasm at this instant, but everything kept going as the guy was getting fucked. I could hear grunts and moans, coupled with the smacking and ruffling of the rubber suits slapping together. Suddenly the top stopped fucking and gripped the bottom’s hips. “Here take my poz load you little cumdump slut.” “Thank you, Sir. Thank you for recharging me and gibing me your strain. Thank you for making me a better poz bitch, more toxic and more fucked up.” The top made several grunts while emptying his balls into the guy’s ass. “Now I’m gonna fill up your ass even more, ready boy? Ready for my toxic chem piss? Oh my god, this man was going to piss in the boy’s ass. That was HOT. “Yes Sir, fill me up with your poz piss and your poz seed. Make me high from your fluids in my cunt. Flood my guts and make it overflow please Sir.” This was fucking wild, I thought, and I instantly wanted Daddy to piss in my ass. I wondered what it felt like to have chem piss up my ass and I hoped I’d find out. As I was watching this dude getting pissed in his ass, I noticed the air smelled different and realized I was being fed poppers. I was getting higher and hornier, but then I felt the thing in my ass start to expand further and fucking me faster and deeper while the milking machine was sucking slower but stronger. I was in complete ecstasy when the scene changed. I was now seeing a guy completely encased in a yellow rubber suit with the word “PISS” written in black on his chest. He had what seemed like a rubber urinal mask on his face. I could see a dick in front of me and it started pissing in the urinal, forcing the yellow rubber gimp to drink it all. Once again, I was fed poppers and the pleasure I felt was increased even further. The thing fucking me picked up the pace as the images shown to me changed faster and faster, all scenes showing boys being peed on, some naked, some wearing latex, some chained to a urinal in a public toilet, some having several men peeing on them. With every new scene I had a huff of poppers delivered through my mask. The milking and fucking machines kept getting faster and harder. Until then it never crossed my mind that piss could be such a hot thing but here I was, craving to be peed on while experiencing the greatest high I ever thought possible. I couldn’t wait for Daddy to come back and fill my ass with piss and make me drink his chem piss. As I was formulating my wish there it was, my Daddy’s dick right there looking down on me, unloading a large golden torrent on me. To my surprise, I could actually feel it, flowing all over me. The latex suit I was wearing made it feel amazing, it was warm dripped everywhere. I didn’t know if someone was actually peeing on me or if it was one of the machine’s features, but I didn’t care. As the warm flow kept dropping on me, I was still getting milked and fucked relentlessly and this time, as I was getting close to cumming, it didn’t stop. I exploded in a violent orgasm inside the milking tube. The machine mechanically sucked every drop out of me and made it all disappear. And I kept cumming and shooting, again and again, thanks to the drugs, the bondage, the latex suit and the piss. My orgasm subsided, but the machine kept milking and fucking me without ever slowing down. I felt another cold wave in my arm and had to cough violently as I was slammed once again, completely overriding my refraction period. I was instantly as horny as I was a few moments earlier. “HOPE YOU ENJOY BEING MY RUBBER PISS SLAVE.” The booming voice was there again. It would seldomly talk to me throughout the session, reinforcing what I was experiencing, making me yearn for the real thing as soon as possible. Now I truly understood what Daddy meant when he called this a brainwashing machine. This thing was remodeling my brain, rewriting it to fit my Daddy’s kinks and fetishes by associating those with intense pleasure. I was turned on by the concept and was looking forward to what was next. For the next several hours (maybe days?) I went through an insanely long cycle of being slammed, fed poppers, milked and fucked while I was shown several scenes, every single one more hot than the last. Guys getting gang banged on a sling, guys getting beaten up, I was shown several fisting scenes while the thing fucking my ass inflated to painful proportions, I was shown hundreds of neg guys asking for poz cum, poz guyz asking to be recharged, guys getting slammed, gassed, smoked, shotgunned, booty bumped, and I forget the rest. Rubber guys, leather guys, jocks, twinks, daddies, bears, etc. At some point I completely lost track of what was going on and my conscience shut itself off, I was in a world of pure pleasure, and perversion. There was only my body and the machine, my identity had been erased. I didn’t care about anything but extreme gay sex. I forgot who I was, my name, where I came from. My entire reality was sex. I was a sex object, owned by Daddy, being molded to fit his mind. I was being force fed his fetishes to please him and it was glorious. After the final slam I was given during my first trip in Wonderland, I was shown what ended up being my favorite scene. A single scene, where a guy who looked eerily like me was laying on his back, his legs spread wide and raised far up to his shoulders, with Daddy looking over him. “Now boy I’m gonna make your dream come true, are you ready?” “What are you going to do, Daddy?” “I’m gonna make you pregnant with my toxic seed. I’m gonna bury this big fat poz cock deep in your guts and flood them with my devil baby juice and make you pregnant. Really pregnant.” “Oh god yes, Daddy, that’s what I’ve always wanted. Make me a poz mother please. Make me pregnant so I can carry your poz baby. Make my belly round and full of your poz cum.” Daddy smiled. “As you wish son,” and he shoved his dick inside the boy’s ass. The ensuing fucking session was a sight to behold. It lasted for ages and the two remained in the same position, the boys offering his ass with grace and humility to Daddy, and him taking the boy like the incarnation of masculinity that he is. Always the same position, never boring. My field of view was shifting from a POV of the boy, to a side view, to the back, and so on. I could see the glory of their bodies together, glistening with sweat, the muscles, the great biohazard tattoo on Daddy’s chest, his magnificent dick getting in and out of the boy’s ass. The machine fucking my own ass was in sync with the action displayed before my eyes, following every beat. As the intensity kept rising, Daddy eventually stood still and bred the boy, both grunting and moaning like animals. Daddy pulled out of the boy ass and everything else apart from the boy’s body faded into darkness. My point of view shifted to a close-up of his dripping ass hole, with thick white poz cum oozing out of it. I kept going closer until I came inside his ass and followed the poz sperms into the boy’s guts and into his blood stream. We swam together through a labyrinth of veins and body parts, faster and faster, until a bright flashing light brought everything to an end and darkness engulfed me once again.

Love guys cumming in my eyes. Some burning, wasn't too bad. My eyes did get really bloodshot and I was thinking people knew I had gotten cummed on. But was hot every time. Made me feel like I was getting used like the sub I wanted to be.

Part Twenty Two All I knew was pain. Even fucked up, blasted on drugs and my mind turned around, Sammy's cock fucking hurt. His cockhead was massive and my ass was virgin. Those two facts made for excruciating pain. The problem was whatever he had injected me with made me so docile, so fucking out of it all I could do was let out a low moan and pray for strength. He was tearing me apart and he knew it. There was a sadistic grin on his face as he kept pressure on my hole, trying to shove that donkey dick into me. “Relax,” he ordered, bearing down even harder. “Arrghhhh...” I screamed, I was relaxed, I was bearing down, the problem was his cock was just too big to fit. “Please...” I said slurring my words... “Fucking...OPEN...” he growled and slammed his hips forward. There was a flash of white pain and then his head plunged past my muscle, I froze as I felt my ass spasm helplessly around the kid's cock. He was massive, my ass screamed in protest but was unable to do anything about it. “Fuck...” he muttered, “Like a oven in there...” thankfully he hadn't kept forcing his way in or I would have been bleeding everywhere. I thought I had understood how big he was but seeing it and having it up my ass was too different things. He leaned forward, the movement making me cry out loud, and he looked down at me. “Feel that? Feel that cock?” I nodded, my eyes watering. “That's a real cock, that's the cock that owns your soul,” he inched forward a hair and I closed my eyes in pain, “Get used to it...because by the end of the night you're going to be begging me for it. I shook my head, there was no way I was going to like this, how could anyone like this? It was like getting stabbed in the ass...I hated this. He moved again and another fraction of an inch entered me and the pain was even worse. I had just closed my eyes and hoped I passed out eventually. I felt something over my face and I opened my eyes to see my popper mask being lowered over my mouth and nose. I panicked for a moment because I knew how guys became when they were dosed on poppers. I held my breath for maybe half a second and then felt the pain intensify...and took a deep breath. He waited for a few seconds and then pushed forward again...I felt fire as my ass resisted and.... And then the world fell out from me. My head was thick as I felt like I was leaving my body. I knew there was still pain but it had nothing to do with me as I floated there for a moment, relishing in the feeling. I didn't care how I got here, how long it would last...all I knew was that this was nirvana and I wanted it to be forever. Of course slowly but surely I started to come down and as I did I became aware of my body and what was happening around me. I felt that fucking baseball bat of a cock pushing into me as Sammy fucked me hard, I could feel my back arching as my hips moved upwards with his thrust. I could feel the sweat pour off of me as I realized he had a hand on my throat as he fucked me. Just like that I was back and I was getting fucked. The pain had lessened and now there was a sting that was mixed with pleasure in a way I didn't think possible. He pulled seven inches out of me and he still had cock in me and then he'd thrust forward, knocking the wind out of me. My body wouldn't respond to my command as my arms and legs flailed in time to this thrusts. He was so fucking big...I could not believe it was all in me, the way it pressed at the walls of my ass, filling me, expanding me...I felt so full...so right... Another thrust into me and another spasm as I heard myself let out a whimper involuntarily. “Yeah...there we go...” he said in a syrupy kind voice, “Someone likes it...” He slid out again and my body lurched in response and then he pushed back in and I let out a louder noise, this one close to a moan. The pain was there but it felt so fucking incredible...he was destroying my ass completely...but in the best possible way. My entire life became that cock as he pistoned in and out of me. Each time I let out a cry louder than the last, my body still jerking like I was having a seizure. “You like that?” he asked in a cruel tone, “You like that cock?” I refused to answer because no matter how fucked up I was, I wasn't a bottom. I shook my head and bit my bottom lip from crying out as he pushed into me. My guts were jelly now, posing no resistance to his cock as he fucked me roughly. “Still fighting huh?” he asked, stopping his thrusts. I let out a sigh of relief as he just knelt there, looking down at me. “Not a bottom...” I said, completely out of breath. “You will be,” he said sneering, “Know how I know?” I didn't answer, focusing on getting my strength back. “Cause everyone ends up worshiping my cock.” I closed my eyes, wanting this to be over. I felt him move and his cock slid slowly out, a quarter inch at a time. It felt like a fucking snake moving out of my body and all I could do was lie there. With deliberate slowness he kept sliding it out and then something happened. His head moved over something and my entire mind exploded. “FUCK!” I cried out as my entire body jerked. He stopped and then pushed back in a tiny bit, causing the fireworks to go off again. I had never felt anything like this, it was fucking incredible. My entire body felt like I was cumming but I wasn't. My cock got hard within seconds and I felt whatever resistance I had in my mind melt as my head rolled to the side, drool coming out of my mouth. “What's that?” he asked, rocking back and forth, his fucking cockhead smashing that spot over and over. “Yes..yes...” I panted, feeling my ass try to open up, wanting more, wanting everything. “Thought you weren't a bottom?” he said, still sliding back and forth. I didn't even know my name any more, all I knew was that I needed sex, I needed to cum, I needed just more... “You like this?” I nodded, my ass coming off the bed to shove more of it into me. “Can't hear you,” he said, pulling his cock halfway out, making the feeling vanish and my ass cry out from the shock. “No!” I scream, pushing back onto his cock, “No...” Again his plum sized cockhead smashed into me and I saw the flashes of light as my cock twitched. He wasn't moving so I pulled back and then pushed back in, dragging the head over the spot again and again. My dick was rock hard and I could see trails of precum all over my abs as I kept moving back and forth. “Nope,” he said, pushing down on my chest, pulling his cock all the way out of me. There was a wet squelching sound as his cock popped free of my ass and a low moan as my ass refused to close all the way from the elephant cock. I looked up at him and he was kneeling there, that magnificent cock bobbing in front of me. “You said you weren't a bottom, I have to respect that.” My mind was fuzzy and my ass ached...but it wasn't pain, it was the absence of pleasure. His cock had made me so full felt so good...my ass was too empty, it needed more. “Please fuck me...” I blurted out before I could stop. “You a bottom?” he asked. Again my ego refused to let me respond but my ass and the drugs were strong as well. “No...” I said weakly and he pounced forward throwing me back, his cock plunging into my ass in one action. I moaned as I felt the shaft fill me up, his head rubbing that spot, causing my legs to wrap around his waist. He pulled back slightly and again I cried out as he paused, his giant mushroom head pressed against my prostate. “You a bottom?” he asked, moving back and forth so slightly that there probably wasn't a measurement for it but enough to cause that fucking cock to drive me insane. My head thrashed side to side as I called out his name, my cock weeping for release. “Tell me you're a bottom.” he commanded. And I realized he had been right, I was going to beg him. I hadn't figured out how he had tamed John so fast when he fucked him, what his trick was for making his older brother submit so completely to him, but here, with that cock in me I got it, I really did. When you're fucking someone you graze and nudge a guy's prostate, bring him flashes of pleasure, edging him on one shot at a time. But Sammy's cock...the fucking telephone pole it was...it didn't nudge anything. I filled my ass so much, pressed my walls so hard, that my boybutton was always being stimulated. My ass had surrender to his cock and my body had no choice but to follow. “I'm a bottom...” I cried out, “Fuck me Sammy...please...fuck me...” He chuckled and and pulled his cock back, “Hold on cunt.” And thrust into me hard, it felt like his cock was in my stomach as he pushed in and then pulled out. My head fell back onto the bed as over nine inches of Texas cock tamed my virgin ass and taught me the truth about the world. This cock, this cock was in charge, fuck I wanted it...I needed it. My mind broke as I just began to beg him as he rabbit fucked me like I was some back alley cunt. He didn't need to do anything to get me off, his cock was doing all the work just by being thick as a forearm. All the kid had to do was push in and out of me and I would walk over broken glass for more. As he kept fucking me I knew somewhere I was never going to top again, it wouldn't feel as good as this. Nothing in my life would feel as good as this cock raping me over and over again. It was like I could see my future, desperately looking for cocks to make me feel this way, but never finding satisfaction. As I spread my legs wide I knew I'd do anything to get this kid to fuck me again, pay anything, say anything, nothing was too much to feel like this again. I was this kid's slave for life. He pulled out and I cried out in protest until I saw him lay down, “Come on...” he said simply. Yesterday I would have spit in his face, I knew this move. Making the bitch ride your cock while you laid there, making them do all the work It was the ultimate debasement, they couldn't say they were forced or tricked, they literally had to fuck themselves to get off, no one to blame but themselves. I had done this exact trick to him in fact. But it didn't stop me from scrambling up and straddling his hips in a hurry. I reached back and held his cock steady as I positioned it to my hole. “Show me your pussy...” he cooed and I groaned from the debasement. I felt his cockhead slip past my ravaged hole, it seemed impossible it couldn't fit an hour ago. I actually began to drool as I felt his shaft fill me up, and my ass cried out in delight. Once I found the spot I began to rock up and down on that cock, fucking myself like the fucking bottom bitch I was. I didn't care anymore, as his horse cock battered into me I accepted I was made for this cock. I was made to be a hole for this kid. “Come on baby,” he taunted. “Show me how much my girl likes riding my cock.” I was his girlfriend now, another fucking empty headed cheerleader that he fucked and discarded. A role I played willingly if he just kept fucking me. “Who's a bottom?” he asked. “I'm a bottom, I'm a bottom...” I chanted, throwing myself down on all nine inches again and again. “OK!” he yelled. The door opened and there was the guys, standing outside looking in. I saw Josh with his phone out, filming me riding a cock. “Say it again,” Sammy ordered. I felt the last shred of my dignity burn up as that cock punched into me and I just moaned, “I'm a bottom...I'm your fucking bottom Sammy...” They all laughed at me, which for some reason turned me on even more. “You gonna be the house cunt?” he asked, thrusting his hips up, causing me to whimper loudly. I nodded as I felt my cock starting to pulse. “Say it, tell these guys how you'll let them fuck you.” “I'm your bottom,” I cried out as he thrust faster and faster, “I'm your cunt...you can fuck me anytime...I am...I am...” “You're their jock cunt?” Sammy asked. “I'm your jock cunt, I'm your jock cunt...OH FUCK...” I screamed as I felt my balls tighten. “Is my girl gonna cum?” he asked and I nodded and then felt the first blast of cum shoot out of me. “I'm cumming! I'm cumming...” The entire house watched as I came like a firehouse, hands free, from simply riding Sammy's cock. I knew Josh was getting it all but I didn't care, all I could think about was that cock and my orgasm. That was all that mattered. “Such a good girl....” Sammy said, his hands reaching up to my pecs, “Such nice titties...you're gonna make the perfect house girl aren't you?” I felt his cock twitch and I nodded, “Anything you want Sammy, anything...” One hand reached up and grabbed my neck and brought my face down to his, “Who's the alpha?” “You are...” I said trying to kiss him He moved his mouth and I ended up just licking his face, doing anything I could to show him how much I loved him, how much I needed him, “You're my alpha.” He pushed me off of him, I fell back, his cock popping out of my ass with a pop. “And that is how you do it.” he said standing up, my eyes still fixated on his cock. “These guys are going to fuck you, all night. You will do anything they say. Anything. You understand?” I nodded, feeling dread wash over me. He walked over towards me, “And if you do everything they say, I might come back in and finish you off.” There was a warm feeling inside of me as I realized my ass was spasming, imagining his cock up in me again. “Anything they want,” I repeated. He turned around and looked at John, “Your turn, come on.” I saw John's head go down as he followed Sammy out of the room. I saw the guys move towards me like a pack of hungry wolves and I knew...I knew this was where I belonged. On the bottom.

Part Fourteen I wanted to fucking shoot down this stud's throat so bad. Just blast a load onto his tongue and make him hold it there and show me, like a dog balancing a treat on its nose. I wanted to do that so bad, but I needed my load to go up his virgin ass, which meant his mouth got off easy. I kept adjusting the vibration of the toy in his ass, teaching him that the more pleasure he gave my cock the more pleasure he would get. The key here was to keep him so drugged up that he was learning these lessons subconsciously. Sucking on a cock meant pleasure, he wouldn't be able to connect those dots while sober, but they would be there, in his mind, that was what this weekend was all about. I pulled my cock free of his mouth and was pleased to see his tongue try to follow my member out of his mouth. I looked down at that perfect face. His mouth was open, like a baby bird waiting to be fed, drool fell down his cheek and his pupils were huge as he looked up at my dick. This was going well. I turned off the vibrator and he let out a plaintive moan. “What's wrong? Ass still itchy?” He nodded with a putting look on his face. He was really fucked up. I shoved two fingers up into him, making sure to barely touch his swollen prostate, “This better?” He tried to force himself down on my finger, I was literally half an inch from giving him real relief. “Nooooo.....” he whined as I kept my finger away from his joybutton. “Not better?” “Nonononono...” he sounded desperate. What I should do is just fuck him and get it over with. Shove my cock up that tight, football ass, and teach him what it means to serve his better. I should do that, but I wanted to break him completely. I didn't just want to overcome him with lust and drugs, I wanted him complicit in his own downfall. Common sense told me to just fuck him. But my desire to better him told me to undo his bonds. “Ok bud,” I said reaching up, undoing the cuffs that bound his wrists, “Try to scratch it.” He scrambled around and I thought for a moment he might try to hit me. But instead, he shoved a finger up his own ass and started to root around, looking for that spot. It was impossible for him to get any real pleasure that way, he simply couldn't get his own hand far enough up his ass. I just sat there and watched him try for a bit before he let out a half sob of frustration. “Can't get it?” He shook his head. “Want me to help?” He looked up at me with wide eyes and looked so desperate I almost laughed. I grabbed the mask and put it over his face, “Deep breath.” He inhaled voluntarily as I gave him a hit of poppers. I laid him back down, “Ok, I'm gonna scratch it for you ok?” He nodded and closed his eyes as the poppers hit him hard. I lubed my cock up and pressed it up against his virgin hole. I thought about how many girls had worshiped his beast, how many pussies he had destroyed with his monster cock. And then I pressed the head of my cock into his hole and relished the groan that came from him as I popped past his tight, little sphincter. “Ooohhhhhh.....” he moaned as I slowly pushed deeper into him. His head was thrashing back and forth as he struggled with the fact he had a thick cock up his straight, jock ass. I had to get in there before the popper hit wore off, once he felt the sting of my invasion this was going to be a race between his heterosexual protests and his inner slut. I needed to start pounding his prostate before he came to his senses. His hands pressed against my chest as he panted, “Wait...wait....no....” I thought about hitting him with the poppers again but that was going to take too long. Instead, I pulled my cock back and then thrust my hips forward, slamming into him full force. He let out an oooffff....as my cock piledrived him. I pulled back again and kept slamming him hard, not giving him a chance to catch his breath. This was no longer about trying to pleasure him, this was a fight between his ass and my cock, and I planned on winning. His ass was impossibly tight. I mean I thought Sammy had a perfect ass but this was fucking pure muscle. Years of football training, squats, twice a days, everything that went into making a perfect football jock also made him a fucking incredible bottom. His protests went from no to oh then to yeah and finally a lustful fuck as I began to hammer his prostate fully. If you ever have the chance to fuck a straight jock, here's a tip. You can overpower them all you want but the truth of the matter is that guys will do anything if you can make them feel good. Now that I had him subdued I stop jackhammering him and changed my strokes to slow, agonizing movements across his overexcited prostate. In his state he didn't care that there was a cock up his ass, all he knew was that there was something inside of him singing and he only knew pleasure. He started to jack himself off and I slapped his hands away. “No! It's your fault you had an itchy ass, bad John!” He groaned in frustration but he stopped trying to grab his cock. “Am I scratching it, John? Am I scratching that itch?” “Yeah...oh yeah...so good...” “This is the only way to scratch that, next time we just have to do this.” He nodded, not caring what I was saying, but it was there, in his mind now. I pulled his legs apart and was able to dive in even further. He whimpered loudly as I began fucking him as hard as I could. I watched his abs contract as he pushed back into my thrusts, trying to get as much of my cock into him as he could. “You needed this didn't you John? Wanted to feel this?” He didn't say anything, he just laid there and got fucked. “Come on John, tell me. You wanted this...” “N-no....no....” he began to protest. I'd pushed it too hard. I pulled out of him and he gasped at the emptiness. I grabbed the mask and shoved it over his face. His eyes opened as I opened the valve and our gaze met. I shoved my cock into him as the poppers took hold, leaving the mask on him for the time being. He moaned as he threw his head back and I went back to work. I fucked him hard and silent. No talking, no taunting, just a long, hard fuck. I turned the poppers off as I went on, I needed him wasted, not passed out. I bent him in half so I could look down at that alpha jock face as I fucked him. He was grunting with every thrust, his cock rock hard and spurting precum all over his shredded abs. He looked amazing and the fact he was under me, taking my cock like a champ got me too turned on as I felt myself getting close. I pulled out and his moan was loud as fuck. “Turn over,” I ordered as I moved him onto his stomach. He complied slowly, his head so fucking high that simple movements were difficult. I pulled him up to his knees and marveled at the fucking muscled ass staring at me. I held on to his hips and pushed into him slowly, causing him to moan in pleasure with each inch. I began to slam him from behind, each hit eliciting a contented grunt from him. I was pulling him back as I thrust in, trying to get as much as my cock in with each push. He was panting, making small moans as I went, after about a minute of this I felt my thrusts being met by him, instinctively pushing back into me. I stopped moving and watch this massive jock fuck himself on my cock like he was just another fucking faggot bottom. “Harder John, come on...push harder.” He began to whimper, “Yeah....yeah....harder...harder...” to himself as he really slammed his ass back onto my cock. “You like that John?” “Yeah....harder...” he intoned, no longer fighting me. The next time he pushed back I thrust forward and he let out a throaty moan of, “FFFFuuuckckkkkkkkK!!!” Now I went at it, this was a grudge fuck. I didn't care if he was into it or liking it. He was my fucking hole and that was all that counted. He tried to keep up but finally, his strength gave out and he collapsed into the pillow. I felt my cock twitch as I saw John Parker, fucking legendary stud, ass up, taking my cock like the submissive little cunt I knew he could be. I fucked him hard, making him babel with lust as I felt myself get close. I pulled out and flipped him over onto his back again. He was out of breath and just looking up at me with a dazed expression. His cock was throbbing precum as his hole winked in hunger. I put my head to his hole and said, “Come on baby, you know you want it.” He closed his eyes and pushed back, impaling himself on my cock willingly. Once in I began to fuck him hard, my fist grabbing his cock and starting to stroke. “You like that John? You want more?” He nodded frantically, “More...more....yeah...yeah...” I let go of his cock and really attacked his hole. He held on to the bed with both hands as I fucked him as hard as I had anyone before. We were both covered in sweat and there was no stopping now. “Fucking you hard John...feel my cock...yeah...you want it...tell me...” “Faster...” he admitted as his eyes rolled back. I felt his ass begin to squeeze my cock and I watched as ten inches of prime, Texas cock exploded without anyone touching it. His cum sprayed upwards and over his head, hitting the wall behind him. His hips bucked as he covered his massive pecs with gallons of cum. I pulled my cock out and moved up to his face. “Open your mouth,” I ordered loudly. He opened it and moaned as I began to shoot load after load onto his waiting tongue. Once I was done I leaned down and kissed him, he returned it willingly as we shared my load between us. He smiled as I pulled back and then slowly passed out. Stage one, complete. I put the cuffs back on him and cleaned myself up before going downstairs. I needed a drink and something to eat, after all... This night was just starting.

Part Twelve After a long shower and another quick fuck, Sammy and Eli joined me downstairs to share a joint and to strategize. “So how do we get John?” Sammy asked, taking a long drag. “Yeah, I am dying to hear this,” Eli said, taking the joint from his brother. “John is going to be involved, first thing we need to do is find a reason for him to be off the grid for a few days.” “Why?” Sammy asked. “Because it's going to take at least three days to break John, and we can't be worrying that your parents or whatever are going to be asking where he is.” “Three days?” Eli asked shocked, “Why so long?” I took a hit and passed it to Sammy, “Because John isn't like the two of you, he's going to take a lot more work.” “Like us?” Sammy asked. I nodded, “Both of you already had needs, they were just buried under ego and societal expectations.” Sammy looked at Eli shrugged, “I didn't know I wanted this.” “Exactly, you guys had this inside, John doesn't. John is a full blooded alpha. He likes being in control, he doesn't have a deep seated desire to be dominated. I mean he may in fun, like being tied up by a girl or blindfolded, but in the end he will always be in control. He doesn't like losing it, so it won't be as easy as you two.” “If he doesn't want it, then what are you going to do?” Sammy asked. “I am going to break him, hard. That takes time, and all of it uninterrupted. Once we start we can't have him sobering back up to take a phone call and then put him under again. He needs to be put down and then he needs to stay that way until he gives in.” Sammy cocked his head, “What are we going to do to him?” “Well first, we need a cover story for him to be away for a weekend.” “Our parents have a cabin by Lake Travis, we can say we're going there to fish and just have a guy's weekend.” Sammy nodded, “Yeah, if we tell him it's like a Parker brothers weekend, beer, weed and fishing, he'd go for that.” “He'd go for it if you asked,” Eli added, “He does whatever you ask.” Sammy smiled, “I'm the baby, I get whatever I want.” Eli rolled his eyes, “Don't remind me.” “Ok, so you guys can get hi to agree to this? A weekend in bumfuck?” They both nodded. “Perfect, so that will shut your parents and his friends up. Now we need a reason for him to swing by here first.” Eli and Sammy looked at each other and smiled, “Pussy, lots of it.” “If you have girls on tap, he will be here with bells on.” I looked over at Josh and Tony, who were playing Fortnite, “Hey guys, how many chicks can you get here this weekend?” Neither one looked up, “Um, all of them, why what's up?” “We need to have a party this weekend, and there needs to be girls on display.” Josh looked up, “You have a job?” I nodded, “Yep, I need the party as cover.” Tony looked over, “Anyone you're willing share?” “If we can tame him? Oh yeah.” He looked at each other and smiled, “Yeah, we can get as many girls here as you want.” “Enough to make it look like a target rich environment, but not so many that we can't control the flow of traffic.” Tony nodded, “Got it.” I looked back to the brothers, “That work?” “Can we sell John on a party with a ton of girls?” Sammy chuckled, “Yeah, I think we can handle that.” “Cool, I need to call my guy. I don't have any liquid molly, how much does your brother weigh?” “Um, 265 I think,” Eli answered, “Why?” “Because we don't want to over do it. Hey Tony, you remember how much we gave Scott the one time we injected him?” “I think it was 110 mg.” “100 at first, “Josh corrected him, “Then we gave him another 20 booster when he started coming down.” “Sounds good, if we get two 100mg doses, the first will out him under fast, and we can use the other 100 to keep him there all weekend.” “Isn't that dangerous?' Eli asked. “Look, we want to fuck your brother, not kill him. He's too big for us to just slip him a pill, that shit could take up to an hour to affect him and that's too long. We need something that will knock him on his ass almost instantly, he's a big boy, we aren't going to hurt him.” “So we get him here, then what you just stick a needle in him?” That made me laugh, “No, we dose his drink a little, when he's lightheaded we get him upstairs and then we stick him. Once he's under we'll tie him up and get to work.” I could see Sammy was hard from here. “So then we fuck him?” “Patience,” I said, putting my hand over his bulge, “This is going to be a multi step process. We need to dose him, get him into it, and then keep him on the edge until he can't remember what it's like not to be fucked.” “Yeah it's a trip,” Tony said, still playing the game. “At first you're out of it and don't know what's going on but then it goes on for so long, you kind of just accept it and after awhile, you like it. A lot.” “You did it to him?” Eli asked. “Yep, Tony used to be a grade A pussy chaser, didn't you Tony?” “Fuck yeah, tore that shit up.” Eli looked at me, “And now?' “Tony, turn that shit off and get over here.” Tony dropped the controller instantly and stood up. He was another striker on the team, 6'5”, fucking built like fucking moose, not so handsome but his body more than made up for it. He looked like one of those guys who would just kill you for looking at him wrong, because outside of this house he was exactly like that. He walked over and stood in front of me. “What the fuck are you waiting for?” He blushed and then got down on his knees, his hands fumbling for my shorts. Eli and Sammy watched as this mountain of a man fished my cock out and started serving me there, on the living room floor, in front of everyone. He made slobbering noises as he slurped my cock like it was a tootsie roll pop. Sammy openly rubbed his cock thought his shorts, watching this beast humiliate himself by licking the underside of my balls. Without even looking he reached over grabbed Eli's head and pushed it down into his lap. Eli moaned as he mouthed his little brother's cock through the material. “See?” I said, like it was the most normal thing in the world to have two guys service you, “With guys like Eli it's easy, he craves this shit. But Tony here,” I grabbed a chunk of hair and pulled his face up. His mouth was open and drool fell from his side of his mouth as he looked at me with hunger, “Tony here had to be broken and shown what he was put here for. Weren't you Tony?” Tony nodded. “Tony was an alpha before he met me. Now what are you Tony?” “Your cunt,” he answered automatically, “I'm your muscled cunt.” I let him go and he went straight back to my cock like a nursing puppy. “This is what we're going to train John to be. But you have to trust me, it's going to take time and patience.” Sammy and I looked over and saw Josh standing there, watching Eli service his brother, “Can I help?” Sammy pushed Eli back and undid his shorts, freeing his cock, “If you guys can share.” Both Josh and Eli fought for that cock, each one taking a side and licking it up and down, as Sammy looked on with pride. He was becoming quite the little dom, if I do say so myself. The week I spent all of my free time setting the weekend up. I got in touch with my supplier who gave me two syringes of liquid molly, some more liquid THC, five laced joints and a bottle of extra strength poppers that could stun an ox if I wanted to fuck it. I cleared out my room, making sure the bed was secure and that the frame was reinforced because I could believe that if John tried he might be able to cause enough damage to get free. The cherry on my little rape it though was a ventilator mask. It belonged to a CPAP machine but I modified it so now it was connected to the poppers. All I had to do was slip this over his mouth and nose and I could adjust how much poppers to air he was receiving. This should make it nearly impossible for him to be able to get his feet under him to resist. We bought the party supplies but I made sure to get a huge bottle of 190 proof Everclear with a long neck. This was going to be my stop gap when I thought he had too much Molly in his system. Once I had this all set up I went over the plan one more time with Sam and Eli. Eli had brought up the fishing trip, which John had agreed to and then Sammy bitched he didn't want to go because of the party we were throwing. “I told him this was my chance to score with college girls and he laughed and said I had no shot, but we could go anyways,” Sammy told me after school, “He bought it hook, line and sinker.” “Dude, when did you get so good at lying?” I asked. “I've always been a good liar. My parents think I'm a fucking angel, my teachers think I am a model student, trust me, the world sees one thing when I am completely different.” “You're a fucking sadistic fuck,” I said tweaking his nipples. “And you love it,” he said leaning over and kissing me. I don't know if I've mentioned it, but this could fucking kiss. I mean it was soft but aggressive, insistent but not overbearing. It was one of those kisses you got so into you weren't sure when it was over or not. If I knew it wouldn't go to his head I would have asked his secret, but there was no way I was giving this kid any more fuel for that fire. The only other thing that happened that week was I got home from practice and found Eli getting spitroasted by Tony and Scott in the living room. It was hot to see the squeaky clean Eli, who just last week had a girlfriend and a promise ring being grudge fucked by two jocks in broad daylight. I played through and fucked a load into him as well, I swear when we were done I think we were more out of breath than he was. It wasn't until Sammy came over and made him ride his cock on the couch that Eli finally let up. He was becoming the perfect little sub. Friday rolled around and the house was abuzz with energy. The guys were fired up about the party but they were also interested in my project. They had all taken a good look at John the time he was over and they all wanted a crack at that alpha jock's ass. Most of the team showed up and then the girls, by the time the Parkers showed up the party was in full swing. “Told you we were gonna be late!” Sammy said as they walked in the door. John looked around the room and I could see him give the room a sweep, his radar looking for who he wanted to fuck tonight. I'm sure I don't have to explain to you how popular we were right? I mean lacrosse players are like a hybrid baseball and football player. We had toned, firm bodies but more mass than baseball guys had because the sport was a lot more contact than not. So the girls that showed up to climb our cocks were not ugly by no means, and John could tell that at first glance. He saw me and gave me a nod as they walked over. “Nice party,” he said in that bro tone of voice. I looked around, “It's ok, it'll get wilder the later it gets.” He smiled, “Oh yeah?” I smiled back at him, “Oh count on it.” “What's on tap?” “You all want beer? We have vodka and rum too.” “Beer is fine,” John said and Eli and Sammy said the same. I went to the fridge and pulled out two beers and the special one I had whipped up for John. It had the same amount of THC that Eli's Mountain Dew had but John was pure muscle and had an easy 60 pounds on his little brother, so all it would do is loosen him up and make him super buzzed...but not comatose. I had three of these ready, by the third he would be stumbling and slurring, and easy target to get upstairs. I proposed a toast and made sure they all took a long drink before looking around for our trap. “Betty!” I called out to a fucking gorgeous blond with tits that defied gravity, “Have you met the Parker brothers? This is Sammy, Eli...” John held his hand out, “I'm John.” She looked him up and down, “I am sure you are.” They both laughed and she moved closer to him, “You on the team?” “Lacrosse? Nah I'm football baby.” She cooed, “I love football!” “Oh yeah?” he said putting her arm around her. She smiled as he led her over to the couch to talk. “Is she cool?” Sammy asked me. “She comes over sometimes to peg the guys with her strap on. Trust me, she is super cool.” They both watched as their brother sat down with her, thinking he was talking up some random hot chick. No idea she was as twisted as I was when it came to power plays. “She's probably gonna wanna watch us do him at some point, but for now she'll make sure he's drinking and relaxing.” “So what do we do?” Sammy asked, too excited to hide it. “You could go cruise college chicks, I bet you could score one easy.” He rolled his eyes, “Chicks are easy, I want a challenge.” God this kid was liquid sex. “Then chill out, go play COD with the guys and wait for your brother to get wasted.” Eli wandered over to Tony and Josh, who welcomed him like he was part of the team and not jut a cum bucket they used all week while Sammy sat down and grabbed a controller. And I just watched.

I fucked a boy good that told me he was on prep. He fooled around with some equipment and I think recorded it. My Biohazard tattoo should be visible. Later he said he wasn’t on prep he just wanted to get knocked up. I was undetectable anyway