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  1. Part 1 Ben woke with a start, this was not his hotel room, then it all flooded back what he had done the previous night. Ben was 25, and on holiday by himself He had been sitting on his terrace when he first saw the tall blonde headed guy watching him, the guy walked past and smiled, but said nothing. later Ben had gone down to the pool , and saw the guy again, but Ben pretended not to notice. Later in the afternoon Ben walked down past the pool and down to the beach and walked along the sand, suddenly a voice said Hi and he felt a hand on his shoulder. when he turned it was the blonde guy he had seen eelier, thought I would never catch you alone he said, and I'm Brad, hi Ben said Ben, you're not from around here then no am across from the UK said Ben, Hot was Brads response and then he lent forward and kissed Ben. Ben did not fight the kiss but relished it and moved closer to Brads suntanned body, the kiss finished and Brad knew you were available. together they moved down the beach and slightly out f view as they kissed again and Brad's hand ran around Ben's crotch, mammy nice package as Ben's cock stiffened, come with me Ben followed Brad off the beach toward the hotel, finishing up by a beach facing apartment, this is Mine said Brad and led Ben in doors. Once inside Brad wasted no time in kissing Ben again and feeling his hole before pushing the swim shorts down so he could feel Ben's stiff cock before moving to his knees and starting to suck Ben, been started to moan with pleasure, Brad stopped and said swap places and been saw Brads Massive cock for the first time. He wrapped his lips around the head of Brads Cock and started to work down the shaft, he felt Brads hand on the back of his head slowly but surely pushing Ben down on his cock he almost gagged but stopped himself just in time. When he cam e off Brads cock, Brad was smiling , what about eating together tonight, and we go get you something sexier than those swim shorts, Ben was happy to go along with that, so having eaten Brad took him to a shop which had Thong style swim wear try these handing hen a pale blue thong I think they will suit you perfectly for tomorrow on the beach. Having bought the thong they made their way back to the hotel and Brads room, once the door we shut they started to kiss with shirts and shorts coming off quickly, Brad led the way to the bedroom and they began to make out Brad started to rim Ben's hole which made Ben moan and twitch. Brad moved back up Ben's body incising him and then whispering in his ear I so want to fuck you, but only fuck raw, is that a problem Ben's response was I have not been fucked raw in 5 years now, oh Fuck you don't know what you're missing said Brad and it means your nag too I bet, yes said been quietly followed by are you pod? yeah I am does that scare you, Ben did not respond, his mind we in turmoil. Tell you what let me fuck you and I will pull out whenever you tell me, yes, been thought about it and then nodded slowly and you will pull out when I say Yes promise said Brad. Brad did not waste any time and pushed the head of his cock against Ben's hole slowly Ben 's hole gave way and Brad's cock slid in, once all the way in he kissed been and said feel good, oh fuck yes monad Ben. brad started to slide back and forth slowly at first p=but picking up speed, been was in ecstasy and moaning, suddenly Brad stopped do do you want me to pull out? Ben was unsure what to do he was loving this fuck No carry on for a bit longer, Brad grinned knew you would like it, 10 minutes later he asked Ben again knowing he was almost ready to cum do I pull out? Ben did not say anything so Brad leant over and kissed him and said you have to tell me what to do fuck me said been. Brad gave 2 big thrusts and felt his pod cum explode into Bens Hole and then started to kiss Ben whose legs automatically wrapped themselves around Brads ass toy keep him in place. Brad's cock eventually softened and plopped out and the two embraced so I think you liked that fuck said Brad, Ben said nothing but kissed Brad and they fell asleep part 2 to follow
    7 points
  2. Hey ya’ll. Thank you for feedback and support. But it’s still my story so I’m gonna do my best to accommodate/listen. But it’s my story at the end of the day 😈 enjoy New to corruption PART 2: As I sit there in a still tweaked haze with my own father and boyfriends father…or now Master naked in front of me while I am told to stay in doggy position I can only think 3 things. 1) “WHAT THE FUUUCK JUST HAPPENED.” 2) “This is what Johnny is doing too???” 3) “How is my ass still wanting more?” Dad and Master chuckled together with an intense menacing stare. They knew I was still hungry for dick, t and so much more while being conflicted. Dad looked at me and said to Master “is my son worthy of your ownership my Master?” Mr Hughes looked right at dad and replied “he’s now my property. He may be your biological son, but I have more ownership of slave Alex from now on. And you know he will come for more after I leave, don’t you slave Carl?” My father just gleamed with joy responding “of course, I know he’s your property now. But having my son start his new journey into being a raw only chem whore like his father, it makes me know I’ve done right becoming a slave myself.” Master Hughes looked right at me and said “well now Alex, you are forever part of MY family. You, your father, my son, and a few others you will discover. I can see your mind is still adjusting. But here a few rules. As your new to this just a few. One, you will never use a condom. EVER. If you even mention them you will be punished. If anyone puts a condom on their cock you will rip it right in front of their own eyes. Two, you will take any man’s raw dick or ass when commanded by anyone. And I mean anyone! Three, when not with your master, you will obey either your father or any raw only pig that offers you dick, drugs, or any combination. And four, you will do as I command…ALWAYS. Does my new slave understand?” I looked with wandering lust, fear, and strangely excitement. My mind was not as high as before, so I knew with my mixed feeling whatever I say will confirm my fate. Looking at what just happened, the two daddies naked standing in front of me, my cumfilled hole still wanting more, and me naked in doggy position realizing my father and new master just fucked me raw with poz filled cum and making me now love being high, I should be furious now that it’s all done. Fuck, my dad banged my boyfriend. I was given copious amounts of drugs when I haven’t even tried pot before. And they are both HIV positive and want me to be too? But with everything in my head I looked up and said out loud “I understand Master.” I couldn’t help what just came out. I knew that all of this is crazy. But I didn’t have to pinch myself and pretend it’s a dream. Everything I felt was real. “Good son! I’m proud of you!!! Welcome to your new life.” My dad shouted. I wanted to come up but master held me down. He just kept smiling. Master Hughes just started rubbing my body all over. He then got in my face and said “you are now mine. And welcome to your new Chem life of cock worship.” Master Hughes told me to get on my feet finally but I was wobbly and week. He shuved me back on the couch and asked “what does slave desire?” I didn’t know what he meant at first, but then my mind just went back to what we were just doing…”may I please have more t Master?” Master Hughes smiled even more and said “right answer!!! Slave is addicted already. Your father is already refilling everything.” I looked over and dad was filling the pipe with a baggie I didn’t see before. I saw a bunch of shards and was glued. Almost drooling. Next to the pipe was a couple more needles lined up. “Don’t worry, you will slam more. But take it slow for now while you relax. You will continue to get high, but enjoy your realization that you have accepted your new role in life like your father did when we first met.” As master was telling me this dad was crushing some shards with his credit card. Divided three huge lines of crushed shards. I was shown with a rolled up $5 bill how to snort a line. Dad made it look fun. I was given the rolled up bill and told to just snort the line like I was taking a nasal spray through the dollar, but to not stop until the line was gone. I thought it be easy. But when I started to snort, it burned like my brain was burning! Immediately I couldn’t open my eyes. It was a lot of stinging. I heard them both laughing ”My boy, you will learn haha. But the other line is meant for your other nostril. Now don’t be to much of a bitch and make us wait” dad said. But before I could complain I felt even hornier and physically sweaty. I forgot for a moment how I just got done smoking and slamming and it all, but I was being shown how to be a true slut and party pig dad told me. He kissed me with his entire tongue engulfing my mouth and throat. I couldn’t believe it. It felt amazing having dads furry chest, beard, and his entire weight of his naked body pressing on me. His hands were holding me all over. Making me feel like a pig at one moment to his lover the next. I just did what he did. Held his face with my hands. Put my tongue all inside his mouth and allowed his tongue inside my throat as deep as he wanted. He pulled me away, looked at me and said “taste like cock and t. Just like me boy. But you still need to finish your other line son. Master was recording again on his phone when I looked. He said “do the line and lion straight into the camera when you do.” I took a moment again, but this time to appreciate the moment. I took the dollar, snorted my other nostril full of crushed shards, and looked right at the camera. My eyes were tearing from the burn. “Who’s the new whore in town? Say it!” Master was looking with a serious evil grin. I looked at dad who just nooded at me. “ i am Master.” ”your what?!?!” ”im the new whore in town.” “Good” master then grabbed me up while still recording. Pointed his phone straight in my face. “Anyone watching this has full permission to fuck you however they want?” now high as kite I just shouted “PLEASE FUCK ME. PLEEEASE. I NEED MORE DICK.” ”Especially poz slave?” I looked right at master Hughes and said “as long as it’s raw.” master stopped recording. Kissed me. And squeezed my balls so hard. He looked at me and said “a lot of people you don’t even know and know will see this video. If a stranger grabs you and tells you to bend over don’t be surprised.” master made me smile saying this which made him smile. “I need to be leaving now slave. But someone or a few people may stop by. I know you want to see Johnny but in due time. You will be playing hooked from classes. And whatever your father tells you you do.” I looked at master and said “please don’t go Master. I need you.” ”Awww slave, but you will appreciate the work I will be doing for you now. But go and be with your father. Incest is a beautiful thing.” with that he left, leaving my balls red from his tight grip, and me wanting more. High as a motherfucker, all the burning I had before made me realize I needed more dick. I couldn’t think of anything else. I turned back to dad who was now putting a needle right at my dick. It pinched but didn’t feel high. He just said “son, I don’t wanna miss out either. In a moment no matter how high you are your dick won’t ne soft. Now do me a favor, start licking your Father’s hole.” Dad forced me on my knees and turned around. I never done this but his big ass was beautiful. It was us alone, high, and finally bonding. His hole was so hot. I stuck my tongue right on his hole and it was like I never tasted anything before. I went further in hearing him moan. “Oooooo yeah son. Let me teach you how to rim a man. I’ll return the favor but you need to be taught how to be a pig in every way.” I kept licking, tasting musk and a little bit of more t. Dad said he put a shard up his ass while I was talking with master. He told me to go further. I did as he said and licked my fathers ass more groaning and licking for what felt like an hour, but the clock on the wall showed just twenty minutes. Meanwhile without noticing, my cock. It was ragging hard. Then while dad was moaning a knock on the door. My dad while moaning said come in without caring I was licking his asshole with my cock out, needles right next to us, no clothes on, and dad just smiling. A man came in with a big smile, but not as big as dads. I couldn’t see with my face still in dads ass. My dad told me don’t be rude and say hello to our guests as I always should. Tweeked, horny, and wet with spit and dads musk on my face I gave a gasp. “Hello Alex. Just got a hot video of you snorting sent to me and had to come see for myself. You need help fucking your dad?” There’s stood a man. Gray hair, average figure, wearing all black and a white collar. “Sure…father O’Brien.” I didn’t know what to think but now a priest was here. And the one I grew up seeing. Is this one of Masters friends…or other slaves? again let me know what you folks think? I’m new but trying. And if you want send me a message. Down to chat and make new pig friends. I myself just got my Prince Albert guaged this Saturday to a 0 and been bottoming like crazy since
    4 points
  3. Advertised online locally looking for tops to BB me in darkroom........ Got 3 loads up me in afternoon then around 8pm a married bloke chatted as curious but nervous n not wanting to meet str8 away........ So to cut a long story short we chatted for an hour and I talked him into coming round to fuck me and told him I like pounded very hard........ I really wanted the loads churned up in my ass but he didn't know that...... He done as requested and brutally pounded me for 5 mins non stop (I loved it) with his thick cock... .. I su ked him clean after and he was on his merry way back to his wife.
    3 points
  4. Well, we diverge on this one !!! I first went to a gym when our internist insisted that my life-partner start going to a gym. He detested working out (almost as much as I did/do), and despite our joint love of food, neither of us got past "slim". So it was for different reasons that the doc insisted he start working out. I bought this "home" gym thing - huge contraption that could do 50-some different things. Had them deliver it to a heated room in the basement, he came downstairs, opened the door, stared for a moment, and said "that's nice". Turned on his heel and that was that. So. How to get him to join a gym !!! I'd heard at at some point about a 'gay gym' down on Lincoln Ave, so figured that might be enough to get him to join. Finally I pushed him into it with the condition that I join too. So we joined, and, there was some hot Cock swingin around, which made the whole thing much more palatable for him. Some nice ass too, which at least kept my attention while performing one of the dullest activities known to humankind. But then !!! The gym (I don't think it was very well-run) came on hard times, some other guy bought it, and - - - wait for it - - - moved it to the tubs !!! Thus, in one fell swoop, we made the internist happy, and the thorns in our sides got plucked out. I did insist on the "task performed - reward granted" system, he got his health issue resolved, I actually got a fairly muscular body, and we both got plenty of the "real" kind of rewards to boot. We actually got to be friends with a few other couples that operated on the same principle, and gym-days became augmented with "gym-nights" too. 😈 So, sweet boy - I hope your gym experience turns into exercising a bit more than your imagination too !!! Unless the other guys in your gym are blind both physically and emotionally, you'll be wearing a dirrrrrty grin more than usual. We'll be waiting to hear how you explain that to Nurse Ratched !!! ❤️
    3 points
  5. i think it might help to distinguish between physical and psychological, even though there is overlap/connection between the two. Physically, there is a refractory period, here's some info on that: "It all has to do with the changes in your body that occur after you have an orgasm. Post-ejaculation, “your penis becomes flaccid from neural signals telling your body to relax," explains Jamin Brahmbhatt, MD, Urologist at Orlando Health and Assistant Professor at UCF College of Medicine. "Dopamine and testosterone levels drop, and prolactin [a hormone produced by your pituitary gland] rises." Elevated prolactin levels post-ejaculation could play a role in your inability to get it up again. "Increased prolactin and subsequent lower testosterone is like a double whammy affecting your sex," says Brahmbhatt." [think before following links] [think before following links] [think before following links] [think before following links] https://www.menshealth.com/sex-women/a19524569/refractory-period/ Psychologically is more complex, or individual, i think. There are culturally, and other, conditioned psychological generalities we could identify, but our psychological experience and response to our environment is individual. For instance, i grew up during an era when being gay was generally considered to be "sick, perverse, etc.." Add to that that i also grew up in a conservative religious culture that considered being gay as "sinful, broken, rebellious against 'God', etc.." So there was a double force conditioning me against who and how i am. i can look back and see how, when and why i built my own proverbial "closet." i had a lot of garbage to walk through before i got out of that landfill and into open, free country (so to speak). Even though things have changed vastly socially, there are still a lot of overt and subtle influences against being gay or bi, and it's often the subtle ones that affect us most i think, the ones the fly under the radar. i think guys have it a little harder when dealing with the psychological side of life. Part of most guys cultural conditioning is "women are emotional, guys are rational." Yeah, i'm way oversimplifying it, but generally speaking, i think culture has conditioned guys against being in touch with their emotions. Guys have the same emotional brain centers as women, denial doesn't change the fact that both sexes have an amygdala. Yes, thee are differences, but there are also similarities. Bottom line is, it's harder to deal with something if one is in denial of even having those things to deal with. Sorry, getting into the weeds here. Where i am going is, in my experience (for what anecdotal vs science is worth), it took time and a lot of processing for me to see and understand the affects of cultural conditioning on how i felt. Once i did that though, and reached a place of not only rational but emotional self acceptance, i haven't experienced a second of guilt or shame sense. For me, the key was finally grasping that my ideas about "God" were conditioned, not fact. Once i truly grasped that, the change was instant. i didn't rebel against my condtioning, i saw through it, honestly and really and i was, subsequently, free and at peace.
    3 points
  6. Just to add to the mix here… I happen to be able to take really long and or thick cock. Probably due to my upbringing (my family is hung 10”-11”) and I can take a 14” cock. There’s a Jamaican guy that used to fuck me a lot because I was the only white boy he knew that he could fuck hard. One funny anecdote: he was fucking me at a sex party once. I was on my back. Over his shoulder the porn changed and he came on screen. The bottom in the video couldn’t take his full cock. The Jamaican guy turned a bit bashful but we laughed and put on a show better than the porn. But I happen to like thick over length so I think like everything… everyone is different.
    3 points
  7. I had an allergic reaction to a banana Jan 1987- landed in the ER via ambulance( my BP at the minor emergency clinic that I drove to was 70 over 40 and unsteady) The clinic hit me with 6 shots of epinephrine and 6 shots of diphenhydramine, so I was pretty much floating for a few hours,luckily. One thing that was very common in the 80's, when a single 30 and older man had any medical crisis was to assume it was AIDS.I recall some nurse pushing a hollow needle into that spot on the wrist/thumb juncture to draw bone marrow for testing. He was apologizing about how uncomfortable it was, but I was so deep in shock and drugged from the clinic that I felt nothing. A week later, the cardiologist who had been my ER doctor called me and told me to come in to his office, the results were in ( in those words, I was already planning how many weeks I had left) And then the next day I got pissed at getting that type of a phone call, and pissed at how biased the medical industry was to gay men at the time. I went to the docs office, got the news, he followed up with a Western Blot test, and I learned my viral load was 84,000 and my T count was 45. AZT was the killer drug they pushed back then. I had been keeping a ledger sheet with the names of friends and the date of their death already, and already had 15 to 20 names init. I refused going on any meds. The only complication I had for 12 years med free was a case of walking pneumonia, and probably came down with it as a result of working a full time job and then at night working another 5 to 6 hours at a part time job out in the weather. When I eventually did go on meds it was late 1999 and the first generation of anti retro viral med combo's was just coming of age- drugs like epivir, viramune, etc. Once I began meds, I was laser focused on following the dosing schedule and not missing a dose. I have gotten on Dovato recently, 1 pill a day with just 2 drugs combined init, and have to say, I feel healthier than ever before. I cannot stress it enough tho- I believe the most important thing is and was making it a priority to never forget to take the meds exactly as prescribed. I lost a 85 year old poz friend 11 months ago. He had been in NYC in the 70's and 80's , even working the door at Rawhide for a while. He lived in Greenwich Village, went to a lot of the bars ( ahh, the MineShaft !! lol) and parties, and mid 80's he tested poz. I knew him the last 20 years of his life, and he was healthy and on meds. He even got covid twice, and neitherr time was it more than a cold that dragged on for a week or so. Being poz/AIDS didn't kill him, he made a left at a light and got slammed by an oncoming car. I mention his case, because for a lot of you neg guys, hearing a poz result from a blood test is not probably the thing that will kill you one day. ESPECIALLY if you monitor your health and stick to the dosing schedule of the HIV drug you will eventually go on.
    3 points
  8. I was fortunate to start young and with men that were well endowed. My first was 9+ but he worked on me for a couple of months before I could take all of him. I was with a man recently that was probably over 10” and in certain positions it was a little uncomfortable. I guess it all depends on the bottom.I have a few bottom friends that say a large 8 or higher require practice. I feel I am doing a service for all of the large dicked men out there that want to bottom out but can’t find the bottom to take it. Lol
    3 points
  9. Well there is a whole story behind how I went about it so I could really appear to have known nothing if it came out. But the short version is Ryan and I did another gh this weekend. Got Ryan to agree that we choose only by dick pic and don't look at profiles. I told him if its a dick I sucked before, we kinda have to say yes, but he didn't have to participate with anyone he didn't want to. I messaged his dad and told him to make a grindr profile, keep it blank, and just message with a dick pic. As soon as i put gh open on grindr the messages started coming in. We looked at dick pics, the first 3 or 4 we both looked at and said yes. The next one I knew who it was. We opened it and just like the others, we both just said yes. Ryan arranged the times with them. We set up two half an hour apart. We agreed to swap sucking back and forth and we would take turns who did the finish and swallowed the load. The first we shared cause thats what the guy wanted. When the next guy was on his way Ryan told the next guy, who was Brian, to wait close and we'd hit him up in a few. Second guy came over and I said id take the first load. He stuck it through and I started. I sucked for maybe a minute and he came before we could even switch. Then we told brian to come over and like 2 mins later his dick came through the hole. I told Brian I would be the first mouth and I would lick the tip when we were switching. I started sucking him then Ryan came close with his mouth, so I licked the tip and backed up and watched Ryan take over. At that point Ryans dad knew who it was and it was only a min or so when he said he was about to cum. He did and Ryan swallowed it. And I shot a load without ever touching mine
    3 points
  10. There is just WAY too much to unpack in this thread which has nothing to do with treating the infection.
    3 points
  11. There it was... posted between the mirrors in the public shower room at the all men's campground: "Help break in my new boy - Site 112 - All night breeding and seeding session - No condoms allowed - 22 year old colllege boy taking all loads with no complaints - Starts at 10 pm until sunrise - Saturday and Sunday night" That was what he did to me. That was how he became my daddy and my owner. My protector and my pimp. There was nothing left to do but now but go back to our campsite #112, with my head down, knowing it was going to happen again tonight. But let me take you back a bit to how it all started, just a few weeks ago. I was 22, and just out of college with my first job in NYC. I was so excited. I could really be 'gay' and experience all the fun things I had been a bit shy to do before and with not living at home and out of college, it could happen! I mean I was an adult with a studio in NJ and taking the path train each day to NYC was a blast. But just a month after graduating, and a week after starting my new job, I stopped after work at a little bar in the village. Now I'm just 22, about 5'8" and 150 pounds soaking wet. I'm a bit skinny but a great smile. and just an average cock. I experimented with blow jobs and hand jobs in college, but nothing more. And at this bar, it was geared more for leather men, and 'real' men. So I went in, ordered a beer and kinda hid in the corner. A man walked up a bit later - He told me his name was Ryan. He was about 40, 6'2 and about 190 pounds. Clearly went to the gym and was nicely fit. As we chatted, I told him my story. I was still a virgin but couldn't wait to now do more that I was living on my own. He told me he was only a top, did that bother me? I said no, of course not. He was kind. Kept ordering me beers. A while later I was a bit buzzed and he suggested we go grab a bite to eat. So we left and just got pizza - no big deal and a few more beers. We ended up at his apartment and of course you know how this goes... but it's not really the story. We got naked and he let me blow him. My god - it was a huge 'man's' cock. Must have been 8 or 9 inches long, and thick! I could barely get more than the head and a few inches down my throat. I got naked and he fingered me to ecstasy until I was begging him please fuck me... but he said no. He said I was buzzed and let's just go to bed and snuggle. So we did. Naked, snuggled into him, I feel asleep. Saturday morning we talked for hours. I showered, we did a late breakfast, and he showed me a bunch of his favorite places in the city. That evening, after going back to his apartment and feeling around again, but no full on sex, he told me I had to go home. "Why?" I asked, almost pleadingly. "Well, I think I like you and I don't want to rush things. Let's just keep talking and get together again soon".... All week we texted back and forth. He kept asking if I wanted to be his boy. That he would make me happy. What would I do for him to make him happy? I of course was texting back that I couldn't wait to see him again and that I would do anything to make him happy. He said he still wanted to go a bit slow as I was a virgin, and he really wanted me to beg him to take my virginity... that would make him happy. I was so niave. That upcoming weekend - he arranged for us to meet up again. When I arrived back at the little bar I had first met him, I was surprised to see another guy about my age there. Looking back he was a lot like me. About 22, same height and weight. but quiet. head bowed. Ryan said "Hey boy, meet my nephew Mike. Mike is visiting this weekend so I thought I would take him around." I tried to talk to Mike, but he didn't have much to say. Over the course of a few beers that Ryan kept buying, I noticed that every now and then a guy from the bar would walk up to us, talk a bit with Ryan and say something I couldn't hear, and then the guy and Mike would leave to a back room. Mike would come back about a half hour later each time. This went on through out the night. When I asked Ryan whatt was going on, he just smiled and said "Mike is getting to know some of my friends better..." and smiled at me. '"you'll get to know them too". When I asked if we were going back to his place, he said "can't this weekend with Mike here...but let's go to the bathroom". In the bathroom, I was buzzed and horny. Ryan grabbed my crotch as soon as we were in the bathroom, then pulled me close "you said you would do anything to make me happy right boy?" "Yes sir" I responded. and I meant it. Ryan then grabbed my neck, and pushed me down to his crotch, unzipped his fly and pulled out his big cock -" take it boy. Put it in your mouth and make me smile boy." So there I was, on the floor in a bar bathroom, sucking Ryan's cock, hoping to drain every bit of cum from it... and Ryan kept his hand on the back of my head making sure I was going to get my guts filled with his seed. It didn't take too long with him face fucking me, until I could hear him breathing deeper and faster, telling me "take it boy, take it all boy don't waste a drop" . And suddenly I felt his cock erupt in my mouth and down my throat. After I swallowed it all, he pulled me up and whispered - "Good boy... I do like a good boy..... I have to go now and take Mike to another event I promised him to, but do you want to go camping with me next weekend? Just us? Binghamton NY is a fun all gay campground and I would love to take you there and get to know you better". And as I looked up into his eyes, and could still taste his cum in my mouth, I said "of course, that would be fun!" ...
    2 points
  12. My name is Alex. I’m a gay boy with brown curly hair, decent physique a shy hornball who has trouble fitting in most places. School is hard to navigate, and it’s lonely being an only child while I live with just my dad Carl. Dad is what you would call good looking bear. I’ve watched bear porn among other ripped dudes, thinks, daddy, trunk, etc kind of porn. But he’s always been handsome not gonna lie. Thankfully I still have a pocket of close friends so don’t have to worry about what most others think, and I have been seeing my boyfriend Johnny for two years now. Johnny turned 18 two months ago. He is a cute Italian boy with a twink look, no fat and some muscles. I’m jealous of them. Anyway, My dad is always weird about things, but didn’t care much it seemed when I came out to him at 14. But lately, everyone has been acting funny around me leading up to my 18th birthday. My dad has been out a lot and says to not wait up, my boyfriend Johnny has been distant with me, and I thought this was just some kind of surprise party to come. Well, my birthday came but there was no party, but definitely a surprise. It’s just me and dad so when there’s no cars around, it’s not a shocker. I have been dating Johnny for two years now, and he’s my first ever gay kiss, first fuck, and first love. And I was head over heals for him for a long time. But something happened and he started sleeping with me less, acting strange, and here and there gives the cold shoulder. I went over to Johnnys asked his dad Mr. Hughes if he was ok. Now Mr Hughes was the definition of a stud. Built muscles, hairy chest, and it looked like he has his nipples pierced (pretty obvious through his tight tank tops). all he said was “Johnny has never been better” with a grin on his face. I went home wondering what Mr. Hughes was smiling about, but just came to the conclusion he’s ok if his dad says he’s good. When I pull up into the driveway, I’m pleasantly surprised to see dads truck there. At least he’s here for the end of my birthday. When I come through the door, it looked empty. I go up the stairs about to ask dad if he wanted to still do anything still, but I stopped when I heard him moaning. Now it’s just us guys in the house, and dad has probably heard me jerk off, use toys on myself, and even for sure have heard Johnny and I having sex when we think we’re quiet. But something I noticed I have in common with my dad, we can’t be quiet for sure when we are about to cum. And not gonna lie, it’s hot knowing when my dad is about to cum. But what’s interesting is that it sounds like dad has someone over. He must have gotten lucky with a chick. I listen closely through the door and he is pounding hard. Just sounds like a beast going at it with him huffing so much. But then, I hear him just start moaning “that ass of yours loves taking a hard pounding, doesn’t it boy?” Boy??? Oh fuck! Is…is dad fucking a guy? Since when has he started having gay sex? Is dad gay too??? And since when did he start having guys over to fuck? Whatever was running through my head I do know this in that moment. I was rock hard. I started rubbing my crotch with my ear to the door listening to what sounded like balls slapping on some guys ass and thighs, the distinct sound of lips kissing and making out, oh fuck! I haven’t had sex with Johnny in two weeks. I took my dick out of my jeans and started rubbing slowly to savor it and make sure if they got up and to the door I could put my dick back and sneak to my room. I was loving this. But then I started hearing the other guy. Sounded a bit like Johnny for a sec. Nooo, I’m just imagining things. Just kept hearing the other moan, squeal, and then he just yelled loud and intensely “fucking breed your dirty load inside me! AHHH SEED MY HOLE.” That’s when I knew, Johnny was in there.. WHAT THE FUCK is what I wanted to scream. But I was stunned. Silent. And put my dick back slowly, sneaking down to my room. I layer in my bed crying wondering what just happened. There’s no way, there’s no fucking way. But I know who’s voice that was. A little later I heard my dad and what I thought was Johnny get in dads truck and leave. I just lauded there looking at pics of us for a straight hour. Dad came back, walked through the hall, and then a knock on my door. Dad just said “Alex, you up? I’m coming in.” I wanted to get up but he already came in. The look on his face seemed caring for once. He said “happy birthday champ!” I was just in shock. I know he just fucked, and I’m pretty sure it was my boyfriend. But didn’t see anything and didn’t have proof it was him for sure so was just hopeful. I looked at him with a confused expression saying just “thanks dad…” He looked at me and took a moment. Inhaled through his nose and just came out and said “so you enjoy hearing me fuck Johnny sport?” My jaw dropped and I said “there’s no way that was Johnny. And since when are you gay too? Dad, what is going on and how could you?” I was so mad that he confirmed it. I almost called my cheating slutty boyfriend so many nasty things. But dad grabbed my phone out of my hand and said in a serious tone “you listen here young man. I will explain everything but you need to calm down and quit your sobbing. I’m here to make everything better.” Better? How is this good I thought? I tried saying something else but he just told me “if you don’t listen up you can just get out. I’m talking now.” Since when does dad show any emotions lately. Especially rage? He’s just bluffing cus he’s caught. But then he grabbed me and said “I know that look, I’m not bluffing. Either listen or get the fuck out.” I sat in my bed shocked. He looked at me and said “I know you were outside in the hall jacking to us fucking. You can’t keep quiet for shit. Your moans sounded just like when you think your home alone jacking off. So don’t pretend like you didn’t enjoy any of those noises.” I can’t believe I made noises. But I am like him I’m that way. When I’m arroused, I can’t help it. Dad continued then saying “it wasn’t out of spite. You see, Johnny and I are both, well, under orders.” I looked at him and after a brief pause I said “this is a joke right? Your fucking kidding me. Whose orders would those be?” He knew I wouldn’t believe that, but his face was dead serious. He looked at me and said “my Masters orders, Mr. Hughes” “No, no no way am I believing any of this. You are just trying to cover your ass.” ”I’m not. Don’t believe me, you can ask master yourself. He is downstairs waiting.” I couldn’t believe it. I stormed out and went downstairs so to the living room to call his bluff but there was Mr. Hughes in the living room and he just said “happy birthday bud! Sit down, I got you some gifts. I wanted to say more but was at a lose. Dad came right behind me and they sat me down between them on the couch. Mr Hughes told me to just calm down and listen in a stern voice. He looked at me with my dad just smiling. Mr. Hughes said to me “your father has been my slave for years son. And I know this is a lot but it makes him happy obeying me. And he tells me you were out jacking off to him. That’s a good thing. And yes, he was fucking Johnny. But this was my orders for both of them. And Alex, this may be hard but I promise I wasn’t gonna leave you out of our big family. I looked at dad who was smiling and put his hand on my shoulder. Dad said to me “Alex, I’m sorry if your hurt right now. But I have been so happy being a slave the past 5 years now. And I know I’ve been hiding it, but your father is a obedient faggot for Mr Hughes. And it makes me happy. I’m his property. My cock, my ass, my mouth, my body, your dad is a gay slave and wants you to know that coming out to your dirty old man…it made me a proud father.” “ it made me proud to hear too” said Mr. Hughes. I was so lost and hurt, but they both saw the one thing that made this talk worst…I was rock hard still. Dad told me I need to relax and went to the kitchen while Mr Hughes told me how he met caught dad sucking off random men at the truck stop bathroom stalls just 15 minutes away. He said “your father was sucking guy after guy after guy and put on a fucking concert with how loud he was. Thankfully no cops were there to bust him.” As he was telling me how good a natural slut my dad is, dad came back with a tray. They both looked at me grinding. I told them I was confused why Johnny wasn’t telling me anything, and Mr Hughes just looked at me point blank responding “cus he’s also my slave Alex.” I slowly started to ask “so you and Johnny…” Mr Hughes cut ,e off saying “yup, I fuck my boy. And you know what, he’s loved it since his birthday too!” I sat on the couch and with a confused look mr Hughes just said “let’s just celebrate damnit, it’s your birthday.” He then asked “have you ever tried pot?” My dad just laughed saying “my son hasn’t tried anything fun ever master.” Mr Hughes looked at me and said “well boy your gonna try something better.” He took a weird pipe and a wired lighter, ignited it and put it to his mouth. Before I could say anything Mr Hughes put the lighter and pipe down , grabbed my face and blew strong smoke in my moth. It hit really hard. I felt like I was coughing my lungs out, but also felt tingly and even more horny. Dad then took the pipe, lit it, blew smoke in my lungs without me being able to react, and said “this is your new family son. I won’t hurt you boy…unless master tells me too. And you know something, I think you like what we just did.” Before I could answer dad grabbed my face and kissed me with no smoke. I was so confused and shocked at what has just happened…but I didn’t stop him. It felt good actually. He kissed me like Johnny used to…like a lover. His tongue even met mine. And when he parted from my mouth he just said “don’t deny yourself, you want me now don’t you? You want your father.” ‘Of course he does” said mr Hughes Just as he said that mr Hughes kissed me. And I didn’t bother deny it either. Something unlocked in me. They started kissing me, putting more smoke in my mouth, then started to undress me saying that my body is so fine and delicious. I asked finally “what is going on and what are we smoking. Dad smiled and said to me “You are now letting out your true self. And that’s T son, which obviously you want more of. All I could do was nod. They showed me how to light the pipe and how to breath in when the smoke just started to fill the round end. They told me to take big hits. They told me to take off my underwear which somehow I just noticed was the last thing I was wearing. I did as told and not gonna lie it felt good too. They both kept grinning and started kissing me all over together. Mr Hughes said “ you are finally celebrating your birthday as you should son. If you want more, you must call me master. I know you want more t. Your starting to love iT. Now, say it. Say what you have to call me.” I just looked at dad who hooded. Looked back at Mr Hughes and said softly…”yes master.” Mr Hughes…or master started grabbing my dick and saying “ that’s right my new slave. You can do it for the t but soon enough you will obey for your natural desire too. Like your dad here. And just like your dad, you will do as I say. Now on your knees slave. NOW.” I couldn’t think straight with how high and horny I have become. We all were naked, smoking a strange pi-e, and I instinctively got on my knees in front of the both now nude dads. My dad was hairy everywhere and overweight, but still a sexy man. Master was what appeared to be a body builder. But both had fat thick cocks. Dads was still growing hard, but masters was already 8 inches long and erect. Mine was super soft but somehow I didn’t care. And what’s weirder, I thought of mr Hughes as a master with how hot I felt. Was he right, I’m gonna be a slave…I liked it. Master looked at me and said “you will please us.but first you must show you have so,e skills. Suck your fathers semi hard cock. He has a bit of t dick, but his own son sucking his cock should do the trick. Do it slaves.’ Before I could react, dad did first listening to master Hughes. He grabbed my head and forced my face into his cock. I somehow instinctively knew to just swallow like I haven’t before. I opened my mouth and just began to consume dads cock. He felt how dry my mouth was and took me off his sick after only about a minute and spit in my mouth. Said to continue to suck now that there’s moisture. While this was happening master Hughes was rubbing dads nipples hard. Squeezing them and telling me ‘I’m so happy to see father and son be obedient slaves, just like they were meant to be.” dads cock was growing more and more. I started to gag. But he never let go of my mouth. Told me to not disappoint and breath through my nose when directed. Dad then asked master Hughes if I could breath to which he said ‘yes slave may let his son take a sec to breath through his nose. While I sat with dad now hard dick in my mouth trying to find airway to breath in my nostrils, master Hughes slapped his hard cock on my face. Told me “I will be rougher and better, don’t you worry boy.” Thorn he said ‘ok, your boy gets to take a breather from his mouth.” But as soon as my mouth was free, they put the pipe right back in. More t was lit into my lungs. And I started moaning after breathing out big white clouds and coughs. They both smiled with huge grins. Then master Hughes told me he wants a turn. But master Hughes wasn’t easy. I immediately was gagging from his 8 inch hard dick going hard fucking my throat. I almost threw up. But he saw and slowed down to make sure I wasn’t puking on his cock he told me. He then said ‘my son says your just ok at blowjobs, which is why we are gonna make you better. I forgot all about Johnny. But shit, i didn’t care right now. I was loving this. As I continued to be throat fucked, dad started rubbing my hole, feeling it with his fingers. Then master Hughes told him to get behind me. And one second after master Hughes just said “go right ahead, father should start first.” Dad took masters orders, saying yes master, and began licking my asshole. I was in heaven. His tongue flicked my hotness hungry hole and I muffled moans through masters cock. He took my mouth off his cock, then putting it on his pierced 2 gauged nipples said “suck my nipple slave. You were born to be a fucking slut. Just like Johnny. And just exactly like your father. And now I want to hear it. Are you my slave Alex? Tell me!” My dad so turned in was moaning muffled and load. Dad loved this. Master Hughes loved this…I loved this. I was allowed off Mr Hughes nipple and said ‘Yes Master, I am your slave now too.’ ‘Master looked at me and said “I’ve been planning this since I first had your father begging on his knees at the truck stop. One suck and he was addicted, then I fucked his ass hard and raw. And here’s the thing boy. I did this to Johnny on his 18th. He was addicted instantly too. And now you are mine as well. Now we will do bigger and betterMaster then told dad to bump my hole. I was told to stay on all fours while dad first lobbed my ass and forced his fingers in rough and hard. It felt like there was something else there. Dad said” I put shards up his ass master, what now?” ‘We show him our insignia. They both stood as the shards burned my asshole. I saw my dad show me his ass and master his back. Dad said “our tattoos look hot, right son? ‘ It looked strange. Master told me we are nasty men indeed. He said ‘these are biohazard symbols. Your father and master are poz slave and you will be too.” As he finished dad went back down and fingered my hole ,ore and said “the shards have fully dissolved. How do you feel son?’ ‘Like I’m out of control.” I was moving non stop, soft as fuck but hornier then ever before. Master told me”one rule with us or anyone you ever meet, there is no condoms. We are all bareback. That means any man who wants you must only fuck you skin to skin. You must say no to condoms. If they have any disease you beg for it. This is our meaning of biohazard.And you will comply, obey, and thrive in this slave.” I was squirming just feeling dads fingers in my hole. I tried to suck masters cock. He backed away. He said “there’s one more thing we must introduce you too. First we want you to beg. Beg to be poz. Beg to be mine and thus your fathers. DO YOU OBEY…FOR LIFE SLAVE?’ I couldn’t stop but want more, couldn’t stop pushing my hole into dads fingers which kept increasing. So I thought. Is this what I want…’yes! I comply. I will obey. Yes father. Yes master. Poz me.” Then master instructed me to lie on the couch and hold out my arm. My dad made out with me and then said “I’m so proud of you son. You are just like me.” I saw master bring a needle. I got a little scared but they both told me I will be ok. To close my eyes. I did as instructed. I felt something wrap my arm, something else whipping my arm at my veins, and master said ‘you don’t have to fear. Just a pinch and you will love it all.” With my eyes clothes I felt the pinch of the needle, a few seconds go by quick, then master said ‘complete.’ I coughed, the needle was out, and I growled like never before. They both said ‘well done faggot.” Master then went behind me, put lube on his cock and started entering my raw ass with his cock it was huge but somehow not painful. I moaned so loud ‘FUUUUUUUUCK MASTER, YES MASTER”. His cock kept going further and further. Meanwhile dad held my face and said ‘ just like me, you love obeying everything your told. ‘I do dad, I love it.’ Master kept sliding till his entire dock was inside. Master started pumping and moaning. He then spanked my ass hard and it hurt. He wasn’t slow once it was all in. He was ruthless. To;d me ‘let the t corrupt you. Take my toxic dick.’ Dad looked like he was evil watching and holding me. He said “master has trained me to top and bottom whenever and with anyone. You are masters slave like me son.’ Master kept fucking and fucking my raw hole. I was flying. Loving this. Precumming everywhere. When all of a sudden master said “switch slave.” Without a beat he plopped out of my beat up hole. Dad switched spots while master said “it’s only natural your father breeds his toxic spunk in his sons tweaked body first.” Master then grabbed his phone and recorded as my own father stuck his dick inside me. My already open used ass was a natural glove for dads raw dick. His veiny dick and big stomach pounding my ass and thighs felt incredible. He said “I’ve been fucking your boyfriend every chance I get. By ordered from Master Hughes of course. But also because I wanted it. I didn’t care he was your boyfriend. He even loves tucking your old man son. We were so tweaked. But even without t he has taken the entire towns cocks. Just like I have. Just as instructed by master. You know what, I loved every second. And you do too now, don’t you.’ ‘Of course your boy does slave!’ My dad said ‘fucking good master.” I looked at them both. Dad plowing me while master sticks his cock in front of me still recording. I just say ‘I understand now…and happy that you fucked Johnny too.” Right there and then dad started going faster, and faster, and groaned so loud…dad breeded my ass. Raw. With his poz load. They switched again, master stopped recording, then put his pulsing raw dick in my freshly cum loaded asshole and came instantly. “Staying inside me master said ‘your father and I are toxic, which means we are gifting you to become poz like us. All I coyld say was “ yes master, yes father. I understand my purpose now. Please enslave me.” Dad looked at me and said “I really do love you son.’ Master finished with ‘as I love my son too. Speaking of, he will love this video of you cheating on him with us both. With anyone we say. How does that sound. And I said “yes father, yes master, whatever you command I obey. my first attempt at a story. Let me know if you want me to continue. Or pointers.
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  13. A few moments ago, President Biden signed the bill making marriage rights, as well as others, into Federal Law. Alito, Thomas, that vacant long-haired bottle-blond woman, and the drunk can just kiss our collective asses. In French.
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  14. omg I love getting fucked in McDonalds toilet stall. have taken loads from so many men in there. one employee at McDonalds actually asked me if I was turning tricks in the restroom cause he ha seen me take a number of men in there and actually heard me getting fucked a couple times. I told him no I was in there taking guys loads for free. he was surprised cause he didnt think they were young or attractive enough for me to fuck for free so I told him “I let anyone fuck me” and he actually said “can I fuck you?” so I said “yes. anyone can fuck me” and he ended up fucking me about a dozen times before I guess he quit or got fired and I haven’t seen him since. he was fascinated by all the random strangers I let fuck me raw in dirty places like that restroom. he was really into getting me to lick the toilet seat while he fucked me and a few times got me to push out his load onto the floor and lick it up
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  15. addendum for those interested; like a lot of total bottoms, i always wanna hold onto the seed a Man plants in me, i never shoot it back out and don't want someone eating it out of me once it's there lol. This is where i find cock size does make a difference. When a Man has a longer cock and breeds past the sigmoid curve (aka "the second hole"), i have found that i absorb His cum... which makes sense because it goes into the colon. When it doesn't get past that curve and stays in the rectum, it doesn't get absorbed and eventually makes its way out :-( This morning, i got up to pee after holding last nights deposit for >12 hours, and as i stood on my tile bathroom floor, all at once His load slid out and onto the floor. It impressed the fuck out of me, was a 4 inch solid puddle of cum. He tells me He often cums 2 or 3 times while fucking me, but i can never tell because He is one of those Tops who keep fucking when He has an orgasm. But wow, there is was, that was a lot of cum. Probably had some of my juices mixed in, but i was still impressed. Whatta Stud!
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  16. Personally I prefer that after the top breeds my ass that he dips his cock in me repeatedly and feeds me the cum and ass juices. If it happens to be someones elses cum that's even hotter.
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  17. It's GREAT living less than a mile from a truck stop! Always seems to be a married trucker wanting to unload. Usually just looking for head, but found one last night that wanted to breed! Being 6-5 the back of a cab is tough to play. Just suckt him in cab, then we headed tonm showers where he seeded me. Nice 7 inch cock, and a huge load!
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  18. Wow you are so correct.. Its definitely the thing I want.. it the mind fuck sometimes i doint need to cum if I get the top to cum in me I kind of get a mental orgasm from it. I once had a orgasm from the top having and orgasm because i wanted him to cum hard. I put 100% into the play getting him to cum hard. As he laid there relaxing after I started to sucked him and had him piss in my mouth and as I was swallowing it was so intense for him I actually had a bit of an orgasm from that.
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  19. Used to happen to me a lot. In the earlier stages. At first, i was struggling to deal with my sexuality. The guilt would totally consume me. I'd delete all contacts/emails, and clear out my porn. Only to find myself back at square 1, even worse than before. Whilst it might not work for everyone, for me just accepting who i am helped. I'm a proud sex and porn addict. Just accepting that also helped me to cross the full bareback threshold. I live a hedonistic life, with no fucks given and no regrets. To put it simply, i just continued fucking until all that guilt and sadness was gone. I'm also extremely lucky to have found a partner who not only understands my needs, but encourages me aswell. Just give yourself some time, it won't happen overnight
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  20. Great start Grayden! So damn hot! Hope there's more on the way! Thanks!
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  21. Just left... my regular FB, awesome Man. Fuck. Wore a jock, never quite know how to present with Him, He's not very vocal, but He is very physically expressive. Said my ass looked "so hot" which is all i need to hear. Wore a yellow jock, pretty sure He doesn't know the code though lol. He had to piss before and when He came back to bed i told Him He needs to try doing that inside of me sometime. i did drink piss from His cock one time after He bred me, He always showers after before going home, so i got in the shower and kneeled and drank from His cock. Wasn't sure how much He was into it, so i don't post... it's imprortant to me that my Top only does what He really gets into, to me His lust and need is half the fuck. He kisses my back and shoulders and i swear i almost came this time from that. The energy behind that drives me wild. Damn i feel so fucking good.
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  22. I never mentioned but I did go back in late July to see the maintenance guy in the apartment building same deal as before walked down to the boilers. So him and a couple of the spanish workers were there and he had me strip on the dirty floor and the other guys pushed me to the work bench chained my leggs and chained my hands together and the chain got attached to clamps. So now i was bent over the dirty as hell work bench. There were tools and some things they were working on. The maintenance guy said he will be right back. When he left one of the workers spread my cheeks and started to eat my ass as the others were talking in Spanish laughing. The room was so hot and smelly of oil and grease with the loud sounds it was hot. Then he got up spit on my hole and started to fuck me hard. The other workers were shouting in Spanish. He went fast and blew a load in me as another pulled him away and jumped in. He pumped and I heard the maintenance guy say I was supposed to be 1st. He walked over to me and watched his worker fuck me as he rubbed my back. He blew his load and the maintenance guy had grease all over his hand grabbing my ass spread my cheeks and said what a mess. He rubbed his greasy hands all over my ass as he started to fuck me. He went wild grabbed my hips and pushing in hard till he exloded in me. He walked back and said something in spanish and someone else came up to me and he went right in and pumped for about 1 minute and he was done fast.lol Then someone suck something in my hole and thrusted in and out a few times. The maintenance guy came up to me unhooked the chains and got me up i saw my stomach was covered in grease and grime. I got turnd around and one of the workers came up to me and grabbed my cock and i got lifted on the work bench by two of them so my feet were hanging. The guy never let go of my cock and i saw it was all dirty from his hands he started to suck me as he was squeezing my balls very hard I actually had to laid down and enjoyed the sucking as two others watch. I blew a load and they walked away. I got off the work bench and looked for my clothes one of the guys said in broken english they are in the office and pointed. So I walked naked past the boilers to the small office by the back stairs. The floor was so dirty and i opened the door and the maintenance guy was sitting there. My clothes were on a chair by some guy sitting there with his cock out and hard. The maintenance guy said we watched you get sucked and walk naked over. Now you need to suck my friend. I got on my knees and sucked him till he blew. I got up and he said boy are you dirty as they both laughed. I got dressed and they said lets do it again. Got home my clothes were ruined and I sat on a bag so I didnt get grease on my seat of the car. It took a long time to get cleaned up in the shower. Fast forward a few weeks I went the the building to see if he was there and saw one of the workers and asked if he was around. He said he go fired. They saw what was going on there. I bet my 2 times were on the security cameras. Or he has been doing this for awhile and got caught. What a shame it was so friggin hot to get all dirty like that!
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  23. Hidden in a tree some distance from the platoon was a man dressed in wilderness camouflage, and he was studying the Bravos while remaining immovable inside the evergreen branches of the large pine. No leaves of the deciduous trees blocked his view. The leaves had long since fallen to the ground. “Him. I want HIM.” The man holding binoculars called down in low tones. It was clear who he meant, the guy who seemed to be in charge of the platoon, the one everyone paid attention to. “Copy.” The man standing by the trunk answered before running off. The man in the tree was still questioning his decision to do this favor for Collins. But technically it was one of the tasks they advertised to customers so he didn’t have an automatic ‘no’ ready when the Marine called him. Usually when they trained troops or squads for specific ops it wasn’t at their compound on the Georgia-Alabama border it was on some foreign soil elsewhere in the world. U.S. troops, foreign troops, operators of all sorts. Collins paid well, the U.S. govt usually did, which tipped the balance in favor of a ‘yes’ in this unusual case. Cherries. Every single one. They looked like children. Patrol discipline wasn’t terrible, except for the noise they were making. “Guess they didn’t get the message.” He said to himself. Collins had left it up to him how he would run this, and he decided against briefing the babies before testing them. Run of the mill grunts were instructed and ordered - ‘don’t color outside the lines’, ‘shoot that’, ‘sit there’, ‘don’t eat the crayons.’ These grunts weren’t run of the mill. Figuring out the sitch was part of operating without intel, adapting a mission, creating a mission, defining the battlefield, all important factors that would tell him what these kindergarteners lacked. He mentally shrugged. “Collins did say to push them. Over the cliff is still pushing.” ************************ Assmunch came to decision. How this day had proceeded left too many unanswered questions for him to feel comfortable operating as if this were a normal patrol. He considered this to be enemy territory. An entire platoon was too big to accomplish any objective without intel, and they created a big fat target for attack or ambush. A big, noisy, easily herded target. After listening to the opinions of his men, he turned to Cellblock. “We’ll do a 5k Shotgun.” Cellblock nodded before turning to give orders to the teams. “Three man standard.” Cellblock announced. The Bravos immediately broke into their teams. “5k due Northeast. HEE-HAW” No one waited, they had their orders and a plan. Hide. Evade. Escape. Harass. Attack. Weaken. Something Cellblock had come up with in Germany to handle situations when you didn’t know where your enemy was and were marching blind. You picked a direction (northeast), selected a distance to reconverge (5k), broke off into smaller teams (3 man), head off into different directions along a 180 degree arc (shotgun). Assmunch took a few deep breaths and settled into the zone while the rest of of the Bravos disappeared into the woods. All the elements came together in his head, clues he’d noticed as they patrolled without attempting to figure out how they connected. The topography of the terrain they’d traversed. The time of day, the drop off point, the delays, having no briefing or mission, no objective, the few things he knew about their hosts and Major Collins, their training up to this point, Germany, being allowed to break the rules in small ways, unusual skills not normally provided to Infantry privates. Evaluation of existing proficiency coupled with identification of deficiencies was always step number one. That would be his first step…well after selecting participants, but he had no way of knowing or determining which selection criteria were used. Create a baseline. Develop a plan, a program. Challenge, instruct, test, train. Eliminate external factors and isolate. Increase the intensity of training, build on previous lessons. It all floated around in his brain until an arrow of lightning pierced his thoughts. “Chunk, head out and join up with Alaska’s group. That way.” He pointed. He and Chunk were the odd two man team left after the Bravos split up into their 3 man shotgun. “Leave your gear, it’ll just slow you down. We’ll take it with us.” “We…..?” Chunk said in confusion, while unlatching his kidney strap and chest strap and letting his ruck drop to the ground. In two seconds he was gone. They were beyond argument, discussion. The Bravos trusted that he had his reasons, had a plan and a goal in mind. Assmunch used the time to go deeper, leaving just the smallest part of himself to monitor Automatic brain. He had nothing more to figure out. If their hosts hadn’t already decided to deprive the Bravos of their leader, they would soon, especially after seeing the Platoon disperse. There was no point to making it hard for them to take him, it would only wear him out. These were guys who didn’t lose, especially against a 20 year old Private. There wasn’t a lot of math to do to arrive at the answer that Assmunch would be loser in any scenario. At least this way, he could get a mind-nap even if he left a sliver of his awareness on alert. He made himself comfortable in a ruck flop on the ground and waited. It wouldn’t be long. Thoughts of his recent weekend with Kevin and his family kept him warm. ************************* “Clever.” The man in the tree muttered as he saw the Bravos split up and scatter. Only two of the teams would be exposed to the traps his men were currently setting up on the path to the compound. The others would circumvent them. He no longer had confidence the traps would be successful. There was no way the Platoon could know the exact location of the compound but with this tactic it wouldn’t be difficult to triangulate. However, they couldn’t communicate with each other. The smooth and fluid way the troops went into action spoke of a precision execution of a previously developed drill. At some point they would have to converge again if they planned to act as a unit. Did they know he didn’t have enough men to chase after ten teams? At least eight of the teams would locate the compound. Once found, they’d wait and gather intel. The rats would find the cheese. He welcomed knowledge that the infants had made his job slightly easier. He wouldn’t have to herd them. He was also pleased that Collins had sent them kids with at least a little experience. He hit the radio button on the handset hooked to his vest. “Let them go. Base, prepare for perimeter incursion, line of sight…”. He did a quick calculation in his head…” contact in two ticks…1400.” He saw the target squat down and assume a relaxed seated pose. “Discontinue target hunt and capture. He’s waiting for you. Target will cooperate.” The man thought for a couple seconds. “You’ll only need one man, Cage. Send the rest to shadow the infants. You have free rein to play. Do not incapacitate or injure.” His men would watch and determine how able and skilled these little babies were. After they were rounded up he’d get reports on who the thinkers were, who gave orders, who led and who followed. From that he could develop a program to focus on their deficiencies. ******************* Zeus scrambled up the twelve foot rock face then planted himself on his stomach to reach down to grab Weeble’s outstretched hand to pull him up from Sleeper’s lift. Weeble climbed over Zeus, using the big man’s ruck for handholds. Once his hands were free, Zeus grabbed Sleeper’s free hand to do the same for him, waiting until Sleeper gained his feet before rising to stand. “We have a shadow.” Zeus said, turning his head for his gaze to drift over the shadow’s position without stopping. Sleeper nodded. “I saw one, you think there’s more?” Zeus shook his head. “Negative.” “Sneaky snake.” Weeble commented. “He’s gonna be hard to shake. He’s gonna be a problem.” “Yeah. Do we deal with him now, or wait?” Sleeper asked. “Now.” Zeus replied in a dangerous tone. “We don’t know if we’ll have the opportunity to escape his observation further on. He’ll lose momentary track of us once we get away from this ridge. Best opening we’ll have. He maintains distance, but that doesn’t mean he won’t engage at some point.” Sleeper nodded in agreement. “Weeble…” “I know what to do, Sleeper.” Weeble interrupted. “Give Zeus your ruck.” Sleeper said as he started forward and away from the edge. When they were sure they were out of sight, Weeble slid out of his straps while still moving and darted off into the scrub. Sleeper grinned watching Weeble skitter off to the cover of a dense thicket twenty yards off to the right. No one moved like Weeble, fast and low, his legs pumping furiously. “Let’s move.” Sleeper said, setting off at a quick jog almost at the same moment Weeble skittered away. The diversion relied on disguising that one of their team had peeled off. Their shadow had to think he was still following all three. And no matter how good their shadow was, Weeble was one of the fastest they had in a scramble, not to mention wriggly and writhing, all wild rabid and feral. He was worse than Shark. Shark hit and ran, he didn’t wait around. Weeble would only run if it served a purpose. And if Weeble got caught it worked to their advantage too, as it would slow their shadow down. He’d have to make a choice, and there really wasn’t a choice. Their shadow couldn’t allow Weeble to continue to randomly distract him from following his other two targets. He’d lose track of them. Even captured, Weeble would be an anchor around the shadow’s neck. Had it been an actual enemy who meant to do them harm, they would have used a different approach, splitting up to harass the shadow individually in rapid engagements intended to tire and confuse. Sure, it would slow their progress toward their objective, but eliminating an enemy behind you took priority. Too much havoc could be wrought by even a single man. Sleeper shook his head. Whoever was calling the shots were seriously underestimating the skills of their targets, and it would be foolish for Sleeper to avoid taking advantage of that mistake. They sent one man? Sleeper wouldn’t make the same mistake though, he fully expected their shadow to be very, very good at bushcraft. It was arrogant for him to allow himself to be spotted, but was that deliberate or were their hosts completely unprepared for the Shotgun? Those were questions Sleeper couldn’t answer. But just like a fighter jet released countermeasures to deal with a fired missile during a dogfight in the air, the Shotgun was meant to create too many targets for a single attack to succeed. And the 3 man Shotgun could be further dispersed to create three more targets if necessary. He had no doubts that the other squads had their own shadows and were dealing with them in similar ways. Either way the dice fell, Sleeper didn’t have to worry about their shadow anymore. ********************* “Fuck him up, Demon.” Cellblock said. If their shadow was smart, he’d bolt. There was plenty of room for him to escape between the points of the triangle they’d surrounded him with. Even if he was really good, he’d have a hard time prevailing over three attackers if he waited for them to engage. The group of them stood spread six paces apart in an area where the trees were spaced further apart. “Wait.” Their captive said. “We’re only evaluating you.” He said in a calm and reasonable voice. “If you attack, there’s going to be injuries. A lot of injuries.” Something in his tone made it a certainty rather than a possibility. He didn’t seem bothered, or nervous at all. In fact, he stood relaxed with his arms crossed. “You could surrender.” Troll offered. Their shadow turned his head to study Troll. “You want a captive?” Troll shrugged. “Not really, you’ll slow us down. Or we could leave you tied to this tree here.” The man laughed. Cellblock realized he liked this guy. He looked to be in his late 20’s or early thirties, bundled for the cold so it was hard to see his body shape, but he stood about 5’11”. He had an easy friendliness to him, with brown eyes that never lost a look of amusement. “That would suck, but you know I’d get loose. You would have to take me with you. I could give you intel.” It was Cellblock’s turn to laugh. “Are you going to give us intel?” “If you ask nice, sure. Why wouldn’t I?” The man replied. “We weren’t told not to.” Cellblock sighed. “You could lie. You probably already are.” Another laugh. “Well isn’t that how it goes? You have to figure out what’s a lie, and what isn’t?” He waited a few seconds for Cellblock to make a decision. “What do you think Demon?” He asked, looking at the only member of the squad that hadn’t spoken. Demon grinned. “I like to fight. I know I won’t win against you, not by myself. But I could make it difficult on you to continue following us.” The shadow raised his hands as his eyebrows lifted up onto his forehead. “What am I going to do? All I have to do is slow you down, which is going to happen either way we do this. I’d rather do it the friendly way. After all, I don’t REALLY want you to cry every time you have to pee for the next four days. I’m going to hammer my boot between your legs and put a size 11 footprint in your taint. You’ll probably puke, and we won’t be going anywhere for at least an hour. It’s 50-50 whether you’ll have little Demon’s running around when some poor stripper finally agrees to marry you.” Demon scowled. “I don’t like threats.” The happy shadow smiled. “You’re in the wrong line of work for that, buddy.” Cellblock sighed. “We have to secure your hands.” The shadow nodded and crossed his wrists behind his back. “Demon, secure your ruck on the captive.” Cellblock ordered. He was pleased at the momentary scowl that flashed over the shadow’s face. But it disappeared fast and was replaced with the man’s normal bemused visage. “Troll, your ruck goes on the front.” Now the scowl remained. “Demon, secure his wrists when he’s latched in.” “You know I can’t march far with this weight.” The shadow said. “I can’t see the ground, I’m going to trip and fall a lot. That’s going to slow you down.” Cellblock grimaced. “Ouch. And with your hands tied you won’t be able to catch your fall. We really should have thought this through better. Move out.” “Look at it this way, your feet are free, you can still put that boot in my taint. I kinda got a boner for it now.” Demon licked his lips and smiled with a wink as he grabbed the right shoulder strap on the Shadow while Troll grabbed the left. “We’ll try not to let you fall.” The set off to continue in the direction they’d been originally traveling. “The compound is that way.” The shadow said, indicating with his chin a direction off to their left. “We know.” Cellblock said without pausing or changing direction. “Good luck throwing Troll off.” Cellblock said a silent word of thanks that the Sergeants Bravo had trained them full of hard lessons in Germany with few breaks. He couldn’t imagine how they would have handled this situation back when they were green. ********************* They’d been in woodlands exactly like these before, prior to Germany. A lot of scrub growth, crowded thickets and difficult paths to navigate forced them to stick to one or two easier to travel routes. “When do you think it’ll happen?” Dumbo asked. “Pretty soon.” Bootlicker answered. “Eyes sharp. “You take under, Dumbo. Wanker, you take over.” “He’s still back there.” Wanker observed. “You sure, Wanker? I’d have come up alongside by now, maybe even ahead.” Bootlicker murmured, keeping his voice low. “Yeah. Twenty yards back. He’d have to circle too far to track us alongside and we haven’t given him time. The squirrels behind us haven’t started running on the floor again, still darting through the trees overhead.” “Good.” Bootlicker replied. Now…would it be a diversion, a trap, or a delay? These guys had home turf advantage. If it was him, Bootlicker would have set up something that combined all three with enough time. The cry of a red-tailed hawk sounded close by, a lonely and mournful screech in the cold quiet of the woods. Bootlicker took in the surroundings. A slight rise, maybe three or four feet to their left beyond which appeared dense growth. Too bad it wasn’t summer, there’d be juicy blackberries on those. His stomach growled with disappointment in the season. He’d brave the almost guaranteed yellow jacket swarm for a handful of blackberries at this point. A clearing beckoned at 1 clock through gradually spreading tree trunks. Both directions were desirable for strategic purposes. Their pursuer would avoid the clearing, not wanting to walk in the open. And he’d know his targets would want to avoid a clearing for similar reasons. When you’re on patrol in the woods clearings were prime ambush locations. The enemy could hide and attack from cover while your squad was pinned in the open. A smart patrol would avoid the clearing. The trap would be at the top of the rise to the left. “Bootlicker…” “I know, Dumbo.” Bootlicker answered. He was thinking, but he couldn’t take too long. Their pursuer would use the time to circle around. He suddenly realized THIS was the diversion, they were expected to take some time to evaluate their choices. There would be a trap either way they chose, but because the clearing was the least desirable option the trap there would be less troublesome because almost no one would choose that option in this situation. His squad had taken the route directly pointing to the ultimately expected compound to the northeast. If it was a prepared trap, which was likely on a route their hosts selected for them, it would be something intended for an entire Platoon rather than a smaller three man squad. Assmunch had changed the game and their enemy didn’t have time to revise their carefully laid obstacle course. It was too early for sacrifice. “Are you clocking, Wanker?” He asked. “Shadow on the move, east.” Bootlicker nodded. As expected. He had to wait. Their pursuer would take position in the woods across the clearing once he circled around. So foolishly confident for a lone tracker. Is that what their hosts thought of them? Did they really think they were bumbling idiots? “Let me know when he’s likely to lose eyes on us.” Bootlicker said. “We move along heading one hundred fifty degrees on Wanker’s go. Max speed.” “Copy” Dumbo and Wanker echoed. Thirty seconds passed in silence. “Now.” Wanker breathed, and the three of them darted immediately to the southwest, the small rise with the blackberry bushes above covering their quick retreat. “We have thirty seconds max to find cover to hide our route. There!” Wanker pointed to a large fallen tree beyond which was yet another wide expanse of shrubs and low growth. Running full out was difficult on even ground when you were rucked and loaded, and in the woods it was downright dangerous, but they didn’t have a choice. It wasn’t a sprint, and you didn’t pump your legs you barely lifted your feet. “If he’s smart, he’ll just meet us up ahead rather than try to follow us, but it’ll take him a bit while he waits for us to to appear. He should figure it out pretty quick.” ******************* “I’m just about fed up with these little fucking bastards.” Beggar said to the tree he was leaning against in a squat. He’d waited in position, taking the opportunity to swallow a nutri-bar in two bites. “Babysitting job my ass.” He stood up gingerly. He had what he came for. He’d take his time heading back to base, maybe they’d all arrive at the same time. He wondered how the others were doing and if they were having as much trouble as he was. One thing was clear, these bastards weren’t the babies they’d been told to expect. That actually pleased him. He’d recommend that the dial get turned up to 11. With a smile he walked casually through the woods dreaming of punishing these three pukes in particular in the week to come. If anyone were watching, they would notice he walked with a slight limp favoring his left foot. The one with the big ears would be his special project. “Payback’s a bitch, motherfucker.” He muttered as he stopped and sat down on the ground to remove his boot. He was going to have to wrap his ankle. It hadn’t stopped throbbing with the usual walking it off. He chuckled. The spring loaded sapling was a lucky hit. He still couldn’t figure out how he tripped it. And he hadn’t had time to investigate how they’d done it in the first place. Fucking. Little. Green. Grunt. Bastard. Mother. Fuckers. ****************** “We can’t have lost him.” Dumbo said. “He’s up ahead somewhere then.” Bootlicker said. “Probably snacking on a box of crayons waiting for us.” Wanker said, making them all chuckle. “You think he’s a Marine?” Dumbo asked. Wanker shrugged. “Who knows? He rolled down that hill like a big dumb bag of rocks though. That had Marine written all over it. I didn’t expect that little tree to whip that hard. But then,” Wanker chuckled, “neither did he.” “It was a thing of beauty.” Bootlicker said, smiling. “But don’t get cocky. Stay focused. He underestimated us, let his guard down. It won’t happen again. If anything, I expect payback.” “There’s not much further to go, if Holler was right. I don’t think he’ll have time to hit us.” Dumbo said. “You could be right, but let’s expect it anyway.” Bootlicker replied. Wanker groaned. “I wish I had a box of crayons to eat. I’m starving.” Bootlicker patted him on the back. “Don’t worry. Holler knows his shit, we’ll be eating soon I bet.” ****************** “Is that all of them?” Gregory asked, his eyes watching the Private sitting in a chair in the middle of the compound’s courtyard. Gregory was in the tower four stories up with two of his commanders, looking down. “All but three, sir. The squad with the big guy and the little guy are in the wind.” Jackson replied. “Wasn’t that Nancy’s squad?” He asked. “Yes, sir. Can’t reach Nancy on the radio.” Gregory squinted and furrowed his brow. Just who had Collins sent here? These were kids. Nancy was no-contact. Beggar came back injured. Ghost allowed himself to be captured and used as a pack mule. But thank God for that because he might just be one of the only ones to actually get anything in depth in terms of the skill level of these kids. Ghost was friendly, non threatening, engaging and talkative. He was one of the few really likable guys he had. If anyone could get an inside track on these kids, he would. One thing was clear: this Platoon was disciplined and trained for ordinary missions. They operated far above what he’d normally expect from Privates. The 3 man squads were currently hidden in a 180 degree arc around the compound’s perimeter. Like they knew where the compound was from the very start. Like they’d had a plan. And intel, except Gregory knew that wasn’t the program…unless Collins had lied to him, which was unlikely. “Sir, we’ve got a vehicle coming.” “Well this day just keeps getting better. I should charge Collins double.” Gregory said to no one in particular. “Doesn’t look like they’re in the mood to stage a rescue op of their man. Let’s bring them in. The last three will show up eventually. I have a feeling they’re not far away, and watching everything. Take a plate of food to our captive Private. Let’s see if that coaxes them in. If not, round them up. Day’s getting late.” “My pleasure, Sir.” Jackson said before darting down the steps of the tower. “Let’s go see who our guests are, Vince.” Gregory said to the other man as he walked to the steps himself. ******************* “They’re going to see the fire and the smoke.” Weeble said. Sleeper shrugged. “We’re not hard to find.” Sleeper said, watching Zeus field dress the buck they’d killed. They got lucky, finding this buck struggling with his antlers caught in the fork of a tree. “Besides, you want to eat, right?” Weeble’s stomach growled, loud enough for everyone to hear. “I’ll take that as a yes. But first, go do recall. There’s enough here for everyone.” Sleeper continued. Weeble darted off in the direction of the compound to signal the first squad back to their location. One man from that squad would go to the next squad’s position and relay, and so on. Sleeper looked over at their captive. “What channel have they switched to?” He asked for the twentieth time. The man shrugged. “Come on, Nancy. This doesn’t have to be difficult. I just want to make sure my guys get a meal in them, then we’ll all walk into your base like good little soldiers. We’re here, we have no where else to go. We’ll even let you go to report.” Sleeper coaxed the captive who was tied hand and foot. They’d taken no chances and hog tied him. “We know the drill, the enemy has comms, radio silence and a new channel for anything critical. There’s nothing critical now, there is no radio chatter for us to find. We’re all here, right where you wanted us to be. We can’t get intel. But we can radio in and begin negotiations. You guys have the upper hand and we both know your side is only waiting to see what we’ll do. Nice trick putting Assmunch front and center there. But we don’t need to rescue him. None of us are going anywhere except where you want us to be. Game’s up.” Nancy blinked slowly, as if bored. Sleeper sighed. “Look, you get to tell the story however you want to, we won’t say a word. You just got unlucky when we set Weeble on you. You’re the one who made the bad call to let him lead you into Zeus. We all know you didn’t expect us to have the training. You should be mad at your commander for not briefing you properly. You’d have done alright if you’d met up with one of the other squads. And we sincerely appreciate you not going for blood, we know in a real fight we stood no chance.” The lump on Nancy’s cheek was going to turn into an angry bruise. “Zeus got lucky hitting you with Weeble’s ruck like that. For a big guy, he’s got fast reflexes. Sorry about having to drag you, but you were out and we couldn’t carry you and our gear. Come on. We aren’t the enemy.” He watched Nancy’s eyes gaze off, as if lost in thought. Playing the scenarios in his head most likely. Sleeper gave him time. “Get the fire going, Addison. I’ll slice it thin so it cooks faster. We should be able to eat most of it. The rest we’ll bring with us.” Zeus said. Sleeper set to the shavings with his sparker, blowing on the mound when it caught then added dry tinder to the small flames as well as bark and twigs. In less than a minute the flames were big enough to add the smaller branches and wood. Unlike their camp out in the state park, there was no flat slate stone in the area they could use for a cooking surface. “He’s useless Zeus. We should just let him run back home.” Sleeper said. Zeus shrugged. Soon, Weeble came back with Puta and Dimples and they all grabbed chunks of meat from Zeus to hang over the fire. Sleeper took turns feeding Zeus bites as he continued butchering the carcass of the buck. Gradually the other Bravos filtered in and took their place around the fire. Sleeper watched Weeble take a strip of cooked meat over to Nancy who turned his head away when Weeble offered him a bite. Sleeper shook his head. He watched his brothers devour the meat like rabid wolves. “Eat fast. They should be sending out a team to round us up by now. Either that, or they’re going to attack. Let’s not get caught with our pants down. And don’t overload.” Sleeper called out. He really didn’t have to tell them to hurry. Half of them barely chewed the meat before gulping it down. Cellblock spoke up just as he finished his meal. “Let’s just walk in the front door. We’re all bushed, let’s find out what all this is about.” Nancy let out a sarcastic laugh. “You’re tired? After a half day’s walk in the woods?” He grinned. “I can’t wait. This is going to truly suck for you soft little babies.” “Says the man who didn’t carry 45 pounds on his back all day.” Shark pointed out. “45? You don’t even have plates, full mags, a full camelback. You’re babies. Don’t worry. Well show you what tired is.” Nancy retorted. Sleeper traded a look with Cellblock. The first clue. Sleeper gave the handsignal for squad leaders to meet before stepping away. Zeus stood up and held out his field knife with bloody hands to Alaska to finish with the carcass. After the squad leaders were gathered, Cellblock spoke first. “Our guy was pretty talkative. I like him, he’s friendly.” “Did he say what we’re doing here?” Shark asked. “Training. He didn’t say what kind, but he did say it was supposed to toughen us up.” Cellblock answered. “He said today was all about evaluation.” “Which means we fucked up.” Shark said. “We played this wrong by showing our skill level.” MiniHulk nodded. “We’re going to get hit hard.” He took a deep breath and threw his ugly head back. For a guy with almost no neck he seemed to have no trouble moving his blocky caveman head around. Sleeper heard leaves crunching behind him, and he turned to see Bootlicker walking up to the group. “I hope you worked your magic and found us some info, Bootlicker.” Bootlicker grinned. “Oh, I’ve got info. I meant to tell Assmunch but we never got time. I looked through our file in Ulrich’s office.” No one was surprised Bootlicker found his way into the Training Regiment Commander’s office. “We have a file?” Cellblock said with suspicion. “Yes. You’re not going to like it though.” Bootlicker replied. “Fuck. I wish Assmunch was here.” Sleeper said. “What’s the file?” He said with surrender in his voice. “We’re part of a Pentagon test program.” Bootlicker said. “What kind of program?” Cellblock asked. “Homo’s in the military.” Bootlicker said with a matter of fact tone. Cellblock looked at Shark, MiniHulk, Zeus and Sleeper. “But we’re not homos.” He said it casually, as if it was just another basic fact, unbothered by the implication or the association. “Charlies are in the program too. I didn’t see anything on the Alphas or Deltas, but it wouldn’t take a genius to figure out they’re in the program, we were all together in Germany. I guess since it was just Bravos and Charlies in the Airborne Course they only gave Ulrich information on us.” Bootlicker continued, ignoring Cellblock. “Major Collins is running the program.” “Fuck me.” Sleeper breathed out. “You’re in the right Platoon for that, apparently.” Shark said with a chuckle. “Did the file say how many of us are gay?” “No. But we know Puta is. Maybe Wanker, and Troll sure likes getting Wanker to suck his dick. It doesn’t matter.” Bootlicker answered. Cellblock nodded. “Yeah, that’s not the real problem. What if we get known as the Homo Platoon? Who knows about this, Bootlicker?” “Program is Classified, but not Top Secret. So not many, and it’s definitely not general knowledge.” Bootlicker explained. “Probably just command.” Cellblock hissed. “Bootlicker… you looked at Classified documents? And now you’re telling us? We’ll all hang for this.” He said in a whisper. “Then you better not tell anyone.” Bootlicker said with a grin. “And why are you whispering?” “Because I don’t want to go to jail, fuckwad. And we have to tell Assmunch!” Cellblock argued in a heated whisper. “No one’s going to jail, Cellblock. Relax. Man, you’re way too uptight.” Bootlicker replied. “Yeah, Assmunch will know what to do.” Shark said. “I don’t like that we could get a reputation. Some of us are set on re-upping. I have to do eight to get the G.I. Bill stuff they promised.” “Me too.” Cellblock said. “What do you think about this, Sleeper?” MiniHulk asked. “I…”. Sleeper paused. In truth, he didn’t know how he felt. He didn’t care about the program. Or rather, he didn’t care that it was a study of Homosexuals in the Military. He actually liked the training and getting to hang out and work with the Bravos. But he knew he didn’t have a future in the military so any reputation or career roadblock wasn’t a threat for him like it was for the Bravos. Their nervousness was understandable. What would Assmunch do? “This is what we signed up for.” He began. “We all volunteered for this.” Cellblock interrupted. “I wouldn’t have if they told me what it was for.” Sleeper held up a hand. “Doesn’t matter Quincy. It’s a done deal, you can’t back out. Actually, I don’t know about that, we probably could back out, if we were willing to let Collins know that we know about the study program. But that would mean we had info we shouldn’t have. The Major seems like a good guy, but he’s career military and someone will get punished for this. If it’s us, we’ll probably just be booted. So I don’t see that as an option. We’re stuck for now, right?” “I guess.” Cellblock answered. Shark nodded while MiniHulk just shrugged. Sleeper continued. “Second, we’re getting training NONE of us would be getting if we weren’t in the program. And C, I don’t know about you guys, but I love the Bravos. I love being here, I love going through this with all of you. I don’t want to be anywhere else. Number four - they probably offered this to plenty other troops, we’re the ones who said yes, and while some of us were selected because of being gay, we don’t know who that is, or if we have any others besides Puta. Which means no one else will know either, especially because it’s Classified. Once they’re done with the program and get what they need, our file will go into a drawer in an unlabeled filing cabinet in the basement of the Pentagon and no one will look at anything but the report conclusions ever again.” Bootlicker nodded. “I don’t think our selection was random. Usually studies have control groups and test groups, and I don’t think we’re a control group. Maybe the Alphas and Deltas are the control, maybe regular Army is the control, who knows? The file didn’t lay out how the study was created, just the purpose. It’s probably just a basic briefing for Ulrich and the inclusive file is in Collins’ hands. And we aren’t mentioned specifically by name so Ulrich doesn’t even know which of us is gay, just that some of us COULD be. Ulrich did have a bunch of information on our comings and goings, performance at Airborne, how we interact with each other, fights, arguments, how Assmunch usually resolves everything or tasks us. The cadre loved us, by the way. Called us ‘dedicated soldiers’. The best part? We’re slotted for Ranger School.” Sleeper held his hands up as if to say ‘See? I’m right.’ “Are you going to tell Wanker, Bootlicker?” Shark asked. “Did the file say how he’s been sucking dick and taking it up the ass?” “Nah.” Bootlicker said. “I told him it doesn’t matter if everyone’s cool with it, he can’t be open about it. So he’s been careful, which is what I’m training him for. Our activities are secret ops, and that includes his extra-curricular activities. He doesn’t need to know about the program. No one but us and Assmunch needs to know. We don’t need anyone fucking up and letting it slip. We need to play this smart, ride it out and see where it takes us. If THEY know that WE know they’ll either drop us back into the regular ranks of infantry, or send us all back where we came from.” Cellblock reluctantly nodded. Shark seemed to be giving it some thought. “We don’t really have a lot of choices here.” Sleeper said. “Do you think Weeble’s gay?” Shark asked. “Why? You want some of that?” MiniHulk said with a smile. Shark laughed. “Not into dudes, you ugly fuck. No, just wondering about that guy that came for our graduation. They seemed pretty tight.” Sleeper sighed. “Let’s not go around trying to figure out who’s gay. If anyone is, let them keep their secret. All of us have stuff we want to keep private, at least for now. We’ll know when they want us to know. It’s not going to change anything, I’m not going to treat anyone differently, just like whatever Wanker does isn’t a problem as long as it doesn’t fuck with what we need to do and it doesn’t pull us down. We don’t know even a little bit of whatever Bootlicker and Wanker get up to, which is their secret to keep unless they want to tell us. So same thing goes for any other secret we might have. That’s our plan. And Bravo business stays Bravo business, agreed?” “Yeah, Brotherhood matters stay in the Brotherhood.” Cellblock agreed. “You’re right.” Shark said. “It’s not a big deal, we can’t do anything about it, and it’s a Bravo thing besides. If it needs to change, Assmunch will help us figure it out.” MiniHulk nodded. “Bravos for life. I feel like the minute I was put with you guys being in the Army just made sense. I love the shit we do, I love doing it with you guys.” “We’re not gonna have a group hug, are we? You bunch of homos.” Shark said, making everyone laugh. “Zeus, you good? Need to add anything.” Sleeper asked. “No, Sleeper. I’m good.” Zeus answered with his usual flat lack of emotion. Which meant he didn’t have a problem with any of it. Zeus wasn’t usually in on the squad leader meetings but he needed to get used to giving input. One on one with Sleeper Zeus didn’t have an issue with speaking up. But when the Bravos were present, he rarely spoke. Sleeper understood now that it was a confidence thing. Zeus didn’t feel like he had anything important to contribute, and that the rest of the Bravos usually covered everything he would say anyway. And, he was happy doing whatever the others decided. If he didn’t like it, he would simply not do it, like drinking alcohol or being stupid. “Okay, so once everyone is done eating, we load up and walk in the front door?” Sleeper moved forward. “Yeah, what else we gonna do?” Cellblock answered. “May as well get this punishment suck started.” Shark replied. MiniHulk nodded. “Not really much choice, is there?” They made their way back to the other Bravos who were slowing down on the deer meat. “What’s the plan?” Troll asked. A voice from someone hidden in the woods nearby called out. “The plan is you all go back to your families in box with a flag draped on it. You fucking stupid morons! You’re all dead. Where’s your perimeter guard?” A figure stepped out from behind a thick oak. “Sarge? What are you doing here?” Sleeper called out. The scowl on his face deepened as he watched the Bravos scramble to their feet and assume parade rest. “At least you haven’t forgotten THAT.” Sergeant Walker growled as he walked up. “You disappoint me, men. I thought I hammered it deep enough into your empty skulls that YOU DON’T FUCKING ENCAMP WITHOUT SETTING A WATCH! No fucking wonder they flew me across an entire… FUCKING … ocean to babysit you ugly useless pieces of shit. I wouldn’t allow any of you to exist on the bottom of my fucking boots. What a SPECTACULAR waste of my time and of the Army’s money. Your fathers should have jacked off into the fucking toilet and flushed all of you into a septic tank. What the fuck did I do to deserve this?” “We -“ Sleeper started. “DID I ASK YOU A QUESTION, GRUNT?” Sarge trotted up to within an inch of Sleeper and screamed into his face, coating it with a liberal amount of spittle. “WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DEAD MEN DON’T SPEAK YOU SHUT YOUR FUCKING DICKHOLE OR SO HELP ME GOD I WILL SHOVE MY BOOT DOWN YOUR FUCKING THROAT!” Sarge was driving himself up into a frenzied rage, and all of them knew what that meant. On the first circuit around the compound they saw Sarge helping himself to some of the deer meat, cooking it on a branch over the flames. On the second circuit around the compound they saw him sitting with Assmunch talking, and the deer carcass was gone. After the third time around Assmunch waved them over and they did fifty burpees and fifty mountain climbers, which ended them. “Set up camp.” Sarge ordered. “Here? But this is -“ Bootlicker tried to stop Wanker, but wasn’t fast enough. “YOU PICKED THIS GODFORSAKEN POSITION! AROUND THE COMPOUND THREE TIMES. Get the fuck out of my sight.” Sarge screamed. As the Bravos stumbled away for another brutal run you could hear Wanker taking a load of abuse. No one spoke when they returned and immediately began setting up camp. The location was definitely not suitable for camp. It was on a slope, the small clearing wasn’t large enough and the trees too close together, the ground was uneven, and there were way too many blind spots. Only groans could be heard, along with grunts of effort. Assmunch tasked three at time to walk the perimeter and keep watch. The sun had set by the time they were through and only the fire provided light for them to see. The temperature was dropping with every minute. “Grab some water and sit down. Class starts now.” Sarge said. When everyone was settled, he continued. “Private Brickmann, distribute the handbooks.” Each of them received a RANGER’S HANDBOOK. “This is your bible. You will memorize the Ranger Creed tonight. Each of you will recite the Creed by memory before you sleep. Private Brickmann, read it out loud. After you finish, you’ll begin Montelongo.” They took out their flashlights and opened their handbooks. They would get no sleep that night
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  24. I think I want to try some modelling now. Or at least play piggy in the middle, the camera is optional.
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  25. No. This is a stand alone story. I have lots of other stories coming soon though. fyi This story was inspired by true events.
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  26. Laying there, wrists and ankles cuffed, ball gag in my mouth, I couldn't decide if I was excited or confused. The scorpion tattoo told me that Ryan was Poz... and the head of his cock was slowly entering my tight hole. He looked at me and said "you said you would do anything boy" and I looked into his eyes and slowly nodded, unable to speak. With that, his full weight full onto me and his huge cock broke through my tight ass and plunged deep and hard. Through the ball gag I tried to scream! tears sprung to my eyes and he lay buried deep inside me... 'you'll get used to it boy... or you won't... I don't care" and with that he pulled almost out again and then dropped his weight again onto me and plunged his cock as far as it would go, balls to my ass cheeks. I only know I continued to struggle scream into the ball gag as he plunged back in and pulled back out so many times I lost count. His eyes that were so kind and loving were full of evil. and it went on and on. With my wrists and ankles shackled together, I could only try to roll and moan which only seemed to get him harder. 9 inches of big thick cock plunging hard and deep into my hole, stretching me out, making me almost pass out. AFter what seemed like hours - Ryan started to gather speed and pound even harder if that is possible, until finally, he wrapped both hands around my throat and started to choke me as he yelled out "I'm cumming, I'm cumming, take it boy, take it boy" and I almost felt like I could feel his cock explode inside me, coating my guts with his seed. tears rolling out of the corners of my eyes. He finally pulled out and took the ball gag off. "Well boy, you said you would do anything...right" But that tattoo, that tattoo was the first thing I said... it means.... it means... Yes he said. It means I'm poz and so will you. You said you wanted to be my boy and you would do anything for me. I gasped, tears still in my eyes, and my wrists and ankles still shackled together... but I didn't know.... Ryan looked at me - you didn't know? You are a college educated grown ass man. You know exactly what you want, what you are doing and now you are about to know what it means to be owned. I looked at him. What? I don't understand? You will boy. And with that he put the ball gag back in my mouth, then wrapped a bandana around that to muffle any sound that might come out. And since he was so much bigger, it was easy for him to lift me up and take me out of the tent and into the smaller one that he had set up next to ours. It was just a two man tent and I noticed there were just a few blankets on the floor of the tent. He laid me on it, on my back, ankles and wrists still shackled. Leaving me laying there with his cum dripping out of my bloody hole. He had made a time out of really pounding and breeding me open. Ryan leaned in towards my ear and whispered... "Now boy, I like to fuck and breed, but I really get off on hearing you moan and grown when others are abusing the fuck out of your hole and there is nothing you can do... but don't worry, I'll save you in the morning". And with that he left me there. I could hear him out by the fire, open up a new beer and through some logs on the fire. It didn't take long before our neighbors stopped by . Ryan said "hello guys, what's up?" Their response - "Damn, we heard you going to town on your boy - that was so hot!" Ryan then said "you think so? he's a tight assed 22 year old and really needs some experience getting broken in... it's his fantasy and I promised him I would help. Why don't the two of you go into his tent and help him make his fantasy come true?" "Dont be afraid to be rough - he told me the rougher the better". Damn, you serious they said - and with that I heard the tent screen push away.
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  27. So throughout the week we texted. He kept building up my hope and trust. Telling me how much fun we would have, teasing me with not being able to wait to take my virginity. He wanted it to be right and memorable and wanted to know if I would really commit myself to him. Of course, being just 22 and never been in a real gay relationship, and of course he was older and sexy and hung... I so wanted him to be my first. And I kept falling for him. So on Friday, I left work early and met him at his apt. He had an SUV already loaded and after a quick kiss - told me to jump in. And we were off. A few hours later, we landing at the camp ground in Binghamton. We found our site - #112. And proceeded to set up our big tent. When we were done, Ryan also then pulled out a smaller two man tent and set that up. I asked why? and he replied - We need a tent to store our stuff and not crowd the big tent. I felt a little silly. I hadn't really been camping before. We then build a fire and had a few beers. It was getting dark and I was horny. Ryan kept stroking my crotch and kissing me, hard. I kissed back harder. He kept whispering "I want you tonight.. and you promised me anthing, right?" Anything daddy, anything. I said back. We went into the tent and Ryan had me strip, then he proceeded to pull out a leather collar and wrist and ankle cuffs. I kinda giggled. Ryan smiled - I like this he said... it makes me feel in control. So I let him cuff and collar me, anticipating and exciting night. Ryan also stripped down to nothing and stood there in the tent, his huge, thick 9 inch cock throbbing. A fell to my knees, slobbering on his cock, swallowing it, gasping as he began to face fuck me. After a while, he pulled me off his cock and flipped me on my back. He dove down and started to eat my hole. My legs in the air, my hole quivering as his tongue darted back and forth. his teeth pulling and nibbling into my ass. Every now and then he would pull back and slap my ass. hard. it stung, but felt so good. Ryan reached around and somewhere a bottle of lube was in his hand. He lubed me up and inserted a finger into my hole. I gasped with excitement and anticipation. He prodded in and out, and then a second finger went in. Soon, he slipped up between my legs and I stared into his eyes. His weight on me. His hard cock resting between my ass cheeks. He cuffed my right wrist to my right ankle. then the left wrist to the left ankle. I was in a position of not being able to stop him. He looked at me... Anything boy? Anything I want you will let me do boy? yes Sir I moaned. That was when I noticed on his hip the little scorpion tattoo. I had not noticed it before. but it was too late. I knew what it meant. I had read about it. I had heard stories. I knew he was Poz. It was too late, he reached behind me and slipped a leather knot around my head that had a ball gag on it and into my mouth, his cock head was already slowly pushing into my hole. Little did I know, his slowly pushing was about to end and a long brutal assault was just about to start....and it was only the begining of the weekend....little did I know that after this three day weekend, I too would be like the boy Mike. Broken, head bowed, and willing to do anything he said.
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  28. Maybe next time you can get Ryan's ass up to the GH and have his dad breed him.
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  29. Anyone had a good hard bareback fuck and breeding anywhere unusual or unexpected? Anywhere you’ve always wanted to do it? I’ve done it in a few interesting places over the years, but one memorable one was in an HGV mechanics workshop in the inspection pit under a truck. Cramped, oily, dirty, risky, but it was a magnificently good fuck. One place left on my bucket list is fucking and breeding with the bottom wedged into a cattle crush on a shitty farm. Mounted and used like a Hereford bull… So if there’s any willing farmers in the audience, would you please raise your hand now!….
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  30. Is any Dom into locking His property? How long can you go?
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  31. There are times where I seek out men to suck rather than get fucked by. It’s not all of the time but I crave sucking sometimes too. Looking up ar a guy as he shooting his load in my mouth can be really hot.
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  32. Making great use of a slut Daddy [think before following links] https://barebackbastards.com/53414/gangbang-daddy-slut/
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  33. I enjoy both very much. But there is nothing better than feeling the cum dripping out as your ass is high! I feel like a slut at that point but love it
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  35. That is because you are a slutty little girl. Never let that cock trick you into thinking you are a male of any kind. This is why you need some cute little boobs babygirl. And you aint kidding anyone with that cock and balls. it’s time for you to finally get them surgically removed and get another fuckhole. Then you can get that one just as trashed as your asspussy. You know how sexy you will be when you have titties and 2 pussies. I will even help you pay to get it done.
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  36. Great points! Definitely stop if the pain is too great or the huge dick feels like it'll rip through a colon wall! 😉 You might need a break, more rimming or lube, fingering, and to roll over. I used to lean more top then landed a BF with a 12'' dick that I thought never would fit inside me. The man was a champion ass eater and dick sucker--and, with time and practice, I learned the joy and wonder of taking his dick wrapped, then raw, then loads--and then regularly emptying my balls down his throat. Recommend taking time to enjoy, explore, and to express your limits and/or limitations in the moment!
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  37. Taking off your blindfold was a bridge too far. I would have not bothered with the niceties - it would have been: Not just get out, but get the fuck out. Forcing you to let him get a look at your body is bad enough; forcing you to let him see your face is worse; forcing you to look at him is unacceptable. And doing all of the above after explicitly agreeing to anon darkroom just adds an extra layer of Nope.
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  38. I appreciate the input guys. Doomed was probably a poor choice of words I was just being dramatic, but it does feel like a shift in my sexuality towards something that's going to take some adjustment on my part. I have an appointment with the NHS on December 21st to discuss PrEP so we'll see how it goes. In the meantime though I'm probably going to continue bb if the opportunities arise.
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  39. You are blessed, releasing your inner slut
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  40. Thanks for the advice. I talked to them both individually. Revealed some things, didn't tell the whole story but enough that Ryan knows I have met his dad in the past and that he recently contacted me again. Told his dad that I wanted to slow it down a bit and that while I'm not opposed to it, with Ryan and I becoming friends, I want to feel things out more before doing something that would be hurtful possibly. With that said, I don't think the gh thing is off the table. I told Ryan that his dad contacted me when I had the gh thing on my profile and he wanted to come, not knowing who was with me. Ryan looked kind of OMG at me and said "Did he?" I didn't think quick enough to say Yes, to see his reaction so I said no. He said "That would have been weird as hell" and I replied "Well, neither one of you would have known" He just said "True"
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  41. it's 1,000 mg of azithromycin taken as a single dose.
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  42. Part 14 - Reward I wake up feeling refreshed and instinctively reach down to my crotch. I’m still not caged and I feel a pang of anxiety and loss. I’m swaddled in soft, silken linens and plush cushions and I feel utterly content. After a short while letting myself fill my body with my senses, I realise I feel better. Like I’ve shaken off a virus finally and I let myself believe I’ve dreamed everything. Bottles of medication stand on the nightstand next to the bed but I don’t recognise my surroundings at all. “Gave us a little scare back there” John said from a chair at the foot of the bed. He’d been watching me and I saw him smile as reality diffused around me. “How …how long was I sleeping?” I ask. John looks tired and gets up out of his chair. 2 days he says walking over to me. He sticks a thermometer in my mouth and tussles my hair. After a minute he removes the temperature gauge, looks at it and says ‘good boy’. “Zeke?” I say “Too early to tell” John says and joins me on the bed and kisses me deeply. “How do you feel son?” “Energised” I say honestly “better” “Good” he smiles and presses me into the mattress in another passionate embrace “The meds are magic” he says, stroking my chin. “Where am I?” I ask John sits me up. “The beginning of the rest of your life son” and smiles almost regretfully at me. As he kissed my cheek, a huge muscled figure of a man appeared in the doorway. A flare of recognition blossoms in my brain as he saunters to the other side of the bed. “Hi pup” he smiles at me and a memory of a thick cock parting the lips to my ass flashes across my mind. “Jeff?” I stammer, and John laughs “He remembers you” “I left a lasting impression” he chuckled coming into the room “didn’t I pup?” I blush despite myself. Jeff kisses my forehead and hands me a coffee. “Thank you Sir” I say as I take a sip John raises his eyebrow and laughs “Guess you were right Jeff” The muscular guy smiles and pats John on his shoulder reassuringly. “You guys have Zeke” John pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs. “I know” he replies softly. John looks at me with a longing hunger as a Jeff pulls him into a deep and erotic kiss. I feel my dick getting hard watching them kiss on top of me. “Fuck…” I moan breaking them out of their passions. They notice the tent of my cock and I look at them a little embarrassed. “Sorry, my cage…?I stammer. John looks at Jeff who looks directly at me. “John told you there were rules to our club right?” I vaguely remember something about it and nod “Well, I have applied to own you and the club has agreed - from today you do what I say, when I say it, and take whoever I tell you too…your life is mine son and I will own you forever” I shudder at the finality of it. “In return, I’ll cage you permanently and feed you as much poz cum as your deep pussy could ever want. I’ll mould you into the most perfect version of yourself - my pup.” John watches for my reaction. “John?” I say and I catch John smile “Yeah - you imprinted, I know…you’ll still see him, but, full-disclosure, I’m hoping we’ll get a chance to develop that same bond…the club have methods” Jeff says confidently. John looks away for a brief second but I catch it. I gulp a mouthful of coffee, staring back From John into Jeff’s cold eyes and hear myself say “yes sir” John sighs “you’re going to be great son” he said, “we’re so proud of you” We meet in a three way kiss that doesn’t last long enough. “Join us downstairs when you’re ready - don’t worry about clothes” Jeff said breaking the kiss and leading John out. I finish my coffee, languishing in the softness of the vast bed and stretch my limbs. I feel fine, great even and to prove it I leap out of bed, feet splayed on the solid floor and catch myself in the mirror. The weeks of fever have taken a toll, I’m a little thinner, the skin ever so slightly taught over my lithe muscles, but I look good. I allow myself a little affirmation and almost make myself blush. I look around for clothes before I remember Jeff telling me not to worry, and leave the room. The house is big but easy to navigate, it’s minimalist and what objects are around look expensive and intentional - the type of house from a magazine. I find stairs and take them two at time, bounding into a vast open plan space - containing a sunken couch, and long white kitchen. John and Jeff are on the square couch chatting as they notice me. “There he is” Jeff smiles “come here pup” he pats his lap and instinctively comply and walk to him. “Damn you look hot” John said as I took a seat on Jeff’s massive thigh and let him kiss me with a passionate urgency. The kiss lasts a few minutes before he lifts me up and plonks me on the couch. “Ok pup - I think you’re ready for your reward” and reaches down under the couch to pass me a small box tied up with a black ribbon. “Open it” John says I pull the string and open the lid to reveal two metal bars, a thick metal ring - too small for my finger and the most incredible looking cage in the most perfect shade of deep black. “I gasp” “Thought you’d like that son” Jeff said. “Had it made for you while you slept - little rush order from a very good friend” he clapped a massive paw on my shoulder and I kiss him deeply. “Thank you sir’ I blush as I turn the cage in my hands. “It’s stunning” “What are these?” I say pointing to the metal. John nods to Jeff. “Piercings pup - today you’re getting your nipples and cock pierced” I gulp. I’m not going to lie, I had thought about a cock piercing but never had the strength of will. “Today?” I gasp “Now” Jeff says taking me by his hand and leading me to a bookcase that doubled as a concealed door. “This is the club’s parlour room” he said as the bookcase swung open to reveal, essentially, a tattoo chair and various instruments bathed in red, soundproof fabric. “Holy fuck” I say as John gently shoves me inside from behind and shuts the bookcase behind us. Jeff takes my box of treats and busies himself with the apparatus “You’re doing so great baby” John says “Ok pup - sit that perfect ass of yours here, legs over the edge” I gulp again, remember to breathe and I say ‘yes sir’ John watches as Jeff quickly, almost impossibly quickly, skewer each nipple - piercing them with the silver bars. He wraps them both in a salve and bandage before approaching my soft cock. “Ok, look at John and take deep breaths for me pup” I do as I’m told as John encourages me softly and Jeff lances my cock and urethra, pierceing my dick with a small, silver ring. “Ow fuck” I cry as the sharp pain lingers for an unbearable few seconds before becoming a dull, throbbing pain. Jeff moves aside and John takes a step to reveal myself in the mirror behind him. “Wow” I hear myself say over the dull pain all over my body. My dick looks glorious with its new jewellery and I’m so taken with it! “Some healing time, then we cage you up” Jeff says and I thank him with a delicate kiss - careful not to graze my aching nipples.
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  43. Small cocks are hot, too
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  44. On one of those rare occasions I was free to try to hook up with someone from the apps a few years ago, this guy was giving me the roundabout on where to meet him. I had already drove to a few places around the neighborhood and was getting frustrated. Then somehow I ended up at the Food4Less which only had a small bathroom with one urinal and a single stall. I went into the stall and didn’t lock it and started edging waiting for the guy. Then some guy walks in and sees me and just comes over and shoved his cock in my mouth and I obliged and he blew his load in my mouth. Very hot! Turns out it wasn’t even the guy I was trying to meet with lol!
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  45. I’m obsessed by large toys. While chemmed up and raw fisting a hole I need a long wide dildo or fat plug in me. My ass swallows them up and bounce around on them while servicing a sloppy cunt. When it’s my turn my hole just sucks in a fist. Love getting stretched, punch fucked taking further into me.
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  46. I was feeling horny so jumped on Grindr to see who was nearby. Chatted with a athletic guy and agreed to meet at a local park with a path through the woods. I got there first so I went down the trail and found a nice spot behind a fallen down tree and waited. He came along a few minutes later, obviously nervous, wearing a mask(straight guy?) He pulled his cock out and I gave him some head. He started warming up to me not being so shy😏still wasn't getting super hard, he started gently pulling my head into his dick. I reached back and kind of roughly guided his hand on the back of my head,to hint at its ok to be rough, deeptroating him. He wasn't shy at that point and roughly started face fucking me, getting rock hard. I pulled away and leaned over the fallen tree, pulling my shorts down. Remembering my poppers I grabbed and opened them, before I could get a sniff of them he was balls deep in me. Took a good whiff and was off on cloud 9. He fucked me rough for a minute or two, and as I was coming back down from the poppers realized I didn't even ask him name... Or his status... Or if he was going to use a rubber... Reached back sure enough, no condom. That kind of really made my heart start racing, was starting to second guess my choice. Too late he starts deliberetly thrusting and how tight he's holding my hims I know its too late, just took a huge rip of poppers and submitted relaxed. He slammed in deep, and felt him throbbing as he blew his spunk as far as he could. He pulled out a few moments later, pulled his pants up, slapped my ass so fucking hard!! And just walked away. Leaving me bent over the fallen down tree, my shorts down, with his baby batter deep inside my hole. Still not good at writing, but had to share. Please don't edit, I will overtime if I want it changed.
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  47. I have a very large bad-dragon toy collection (all L and XL of course). For me most toy play is a solo thing when I don't have a partner available to put his cock and/or hand/arm in me. I have played with toys at parties before and had them used on me in group settings, but very rarely have they been sued on me in 1 on 1 play sessions. here's a pic of just some of my toys.
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  48. I'd been down to the Caribbean on business. Since it had been a hectic week and I'd arrived late in the evening, I indulged myself and slept in the next morning, then treated myself to a relaxing series of soapsuds enemas. Unashamedly, I really enjoy enemas, which is a good thing as, since I am almost exclusively an anal bottom, I like to be nice and fresh back there before entertaining visiting cocks inside my hole. Rested and cleaned out, I went out on the veranda to orient myself to the resort. The pool was close by and I immediately spotted an obviously gay couple with whom I might be able to hook up with. But first, I decided on a couple more prep enemas, this time using wine. Wine enemas make me particularly randy for cock. Enough wine enemas, and I and me and my hole are ready for anything! After letting the two wine enemas soak in and begin to work their magic, I wander out to the pool area. Providence arrived in the form of a vacant chaise lounge next to the couple I'd spotted earlier. Settling in with a book, I took a closer look at the guys. They both appeared to be in their early 40s. One was very twinkish, about 5'-6", 130#, with a delectable bubble butt. I mentioned I'm mostly a bottom, but I began to get hard thinking of sliding my cock deeply into the hole between his cheeks. The other guy was about 6'-1", 220# and solidly built. I pondered just how furiously he could pound a bottom's hole. I said, "Hi," and they replied , "Ciao." then they spoke to each other and I realized they were definitely Italian. I pointed to myself and said, "Bill." The twink said, "Mi chiamo Mario." The other guy said, "Benito." Just then, the waiter arrived with a bottle of red wine I'd ordered, and three goblets. "Vino?" I asked. They responded enthusiastically by saying, "Si, si!." I'm certain it wasn't lost on them that I had thought to have the waiter bring three goblets. I poured wine for us and we clinked out goblets and began to dink. A bottle of wine doesn't last long split three ways and it wasn't long before we'd drained two more bottles. By now, between what I'd drank, as well as the two wine enemas (more potent than usual, since I didn't want to take the time to do three of them, as I normally retain them for a bit to let them soak in nicely) I'd had, my speech was getting slurred. Not that I spoke much, due to the language barrier. I noticed Mario and Benito exchanged occasional glances and whispered comments to each other. I was certain they were setting me up as fuck score. Things were going accord to my plan. Then, Mario turned to reach for his towel and I noticed a scorpion tattoo on his right shoulder, right where any top pounding this twink's ass would be sure to see it and be advised that his cock was certainly not the first one to invade that rosebud. "Abarth?" I asked, pointing to the scorpion. Carlo Abarth was a famous Italian automotive engineer who developed many Fiat race cars. Any Italian would know who Abarth was. Mario and Benito looked at me, then at each other, giving each other a discrete wink, before laughing. "No, no Abarth." Then they muttered something between themselves. I don't speak Italian, but I think they were discussing that they though I didn't know what the scorpion signified, which was exactly what I wanted them to think. I was certain that they thought they were reeling in an innocent neg hole which they could load up with their toxic semen. After nodding to each other, Benito said something and pointed toward the suites. Obviously, they were inviting me to their room. I nodded and sad, "Si, si." Arriving at their room, Mario opened the door and led me inside. As soon as we were in the room he turned around and reached up to embrace me and kiss me. I embraced him and returned his kiss.slipping him my tongue. I heard Benito close the door before he began tugging our bathing trunks off Mario and me. Now naked, Mario led me to the bed. I climbed on beside him and he immediately began to expertly suck my already rather firm cock. In not time at all, he had me rock hard. Then he reached to the nightstand for some lube, applied it to my cock as well as a little bit to his hole. I slid two fingers into him and gently felt around inside. Amazingly, his hole was rather snug and he was very slippery inside. Obviously, he too, had had his enemas today. It was going to be fun to fuck his poz hole. Mario got into the knee-chest position, I knelt behind him and crept in close, admiring his cute little butt. He reached around and guided me to his hot little hole. I sank into him in one, smooth stroke. My cock felt like it had entered into Heaven. Mario was so velvety and wet inside. I began to slowly thrust in and out of his hole, savoring each wonderful stroke. After a few minutes of this, Mario laid flat on the bed and I began to drill down into him with faster, more powerful strokes. By now I'd lost track of what Benito was doing, but then I felt his weight behind me. I turned to look at him and our eyes met, exchanging looks of lust. I looked down and saw his raging cock was pointed right where I wanted it to be pointed - at my ass! I looked admiringly at Benito's dick. It was a healthy nine or ten inches long and had a fat, mushroom head. About three inches below the head, its girth tapered back up to easily two inches thick. I broke into a huge smile at the anticipation of being impaled by such a magnificent piece of man meat. I knew that even if he tried to slowly and gently enter me, my hole was going to hurt as I hadn't been fucked in almost a month nor had I played with any of my toys. But what I really hoped for was for Benito to ram it hard into my ass in one powerful stroke, as I love the pain of being savagely entered with subsequent hard thrusts, rather than letting my hole gradually adjust to my lover's size. I could only hope that Benito had no respect for his sub's hole and would treat mine roughly... I looked back up at Benito's face and he was proudly smiling knowing he was packing quite a cock, and that I hungered for it to be inside me. Then I looked back down to admire his cock once more before feeling him ream my hole with it. At that moment, I spotted a four inch diameter biohazard tattoo peeking through the pubes above his cock. Playing the game to the hilt, I faked a puzzled expression as I stared at his tat. Then I looked back up at him and shrugged as if to say, "I have no idea what your tattoo means." Now, Benito leered, lulled into believing he was going to stealth some naïve guy's hole, giving me a gift I'd never forget. Well, he was partly right. I just may never forget his toxic gift. But that remained a question to be answered. What his load could accomplish, however toxic, was at this point, most likely academic. I was already balls deep inside Mario and then I laid my weight fully onto him, waiting for Benito to enter me. If he did ram his cock savagely into me, I had nowhere to go forward to escape his cock's onslaught of my poor hole. I felt him slide his cock between my cheeks. I reached back to position the head of his cock at my hole. He bore down a little bit pushing his cock's head partway into my hole, but not fully opening it - just making sure enough of it was into me so that when he shoved his hips forward, his cock would not skitter off and not enter me. At that point, I let go of his cock, reached around and placed my hand on his right ass cheek, sighed, nodded, and then pulled sharply toward me on his cheek to let him know I was ready to take him inside me, and how I wanted him to enter me. My anticipation build as Benito paused, making me wait. Then, in a flash, he grunted and rammed himself hard into me, balls deep. I let out a painful groan. It felt as though a telephone pole had been rammed into me! Sheer pain stabbed my asshole! I reveled in the agony! My hole screamed out silently in abject pain! He even shoved through my second ring into my colon! After pausing for about two seconds, he pulled almost all the way out. I felt his mushroom head pop out of my hole, but its tip was still positioned just inside my hole's ring, keeping its point of aim. Then Benito pistoned in and out of me delivering at least a dozen powerful strokes before slowing to a steady, but still rapid pace. the sharp pain ebbed slowly (thankfully, as I love when the pain lasts) into a dull ache which was soon replaced by ecstasy as he pulled all the way out and then plunged back into my now gaping hole. Benito continued to drill me as Mario and I frenched each other. I think he loved that I was inside him as his lover pounded me. The pressure of Benito's cock against my prostate, filling my rectum, had me on the verge of exploding my load into Mario. It was now time to do so, to deliver my load, to release my seed into Mario, With the space Benito gave me, I was able to begin thrusting in and out of Mario again. As I pulled out of Mario, I was backing up onto Benito's cock, so the sensations from my cock, rectum, prostate and anus were incredible. I began thrusting rapidly into Mario's hole. I could hear Benito panting. I knew my hole was milking his cock to its toxic climax. As I began to sharply thrust my cock into Mario to deliver my load to him, I sensed that was blowing his, what I knew to be a toxic load into my hole, and I savored receiving every drop of his venomous semen, It was even better than knowing that he thought he was stealthing me, that I didn't know he was pumping poison into me without my knowledge. My balls emptied, I collapsed onto Mario and felt Benito collapse onto me, my cock sealing my load inside Mario, knowing Benito's dirty load was sealed inside me where my colon walls would begin to absorb his virus, regardless of any effort I could make to defend myself, as being able to stave off the diffusion of his potentially deadly virus through my permeable colonic membranes into my bloodstream was simply nothing that I, could consciously control, just as I had no control of the absorption of the alcohol from my wine enemas that made me crave Benito's cock's load, regardless of what it could or would deliver deep within me. In a little while, we uncoupled from each other and fell asleep for a while. Long ago I accepted that I was a barebacking cumslut, even when I was sober. I refused no uncovered cock's load. I have always felt that cum was meant to be pumped into hole, never into rubbers. Let fate decide the consequences. The addition of wine, infused however, but especially colonically, simply changed my need for raw loads into a craving for raw loads. After we awoke, I sucked Mario's cock and then rolled over to take a load from him. I saw Mario and Benito winking at each other right before Mario entered me. I knew they were convinced they were pulling a fast one on me and that Mario was going to give me another load of toxic seed. After taking Mario's poison, Mario sucked my cock. Now hard again, I gestured to Benito that I wanted to do him, too. He laughed, probably thinking to himself, "What harm could it be?" and then he laid flat on the bed in submission to the cock of the guy he'd just seeded. Mario knelt beside us and guided my cock to Benito's hole, guiding me into it. I gave Benito a pretty decent pounding, giving his hole a respectable load. Afterwards I went into the bathroom to take a whiz and saw a big enema bag hanging from the shower curtain rod. After relieving myself, I brought the bag out with me and, pointed to it and said, "Vino," indicating I wanted a wine enema. They looked at each other and expressions of realization washed over their faces. Now they knew why I'd been so tipsy earlier - I'd taken wine enemas. I wasn't worried that the enemas I was about to get would wash their toxic loads out of me as I knew that enough time had passed for their loads to have soaked into me. Benito order a half a dozen bottles of "vino bianco" and several more of 'vino rosso', red for one end of us and white for the other end, from room service. When the delivery boy arrived, Benito poured a bottle of white wine into the upheld bag, already partially filled with hot diluting water, with the bag's nozzle already up my ass as I laid on the bed. The boy was wide-eyed! I looked directly at him and smiled as the enema began to run into me. Mario was beside me and I began to suck his cock. Benito's was still shiny from having fucked me earlier and I'll bet the delivery boy had a good idea where Benito's cock had been. We all shared taking and giving the wine enemas. Mario, being small, needed only one wine enema. Benito and I each took two. Just as our second enemas had flowed in, there was a soft knock on the door. I didn't know it, but their friends Sergio and Franco had just arrived from the airport. After quick introductions, the two of them retired to the bathroom to flush each other out, In the meantime, Benito and I absorbed our second wine enemas. By the time they'd cleaned out, it was time for Benito and me to expel our enemas. We were both pretty well gassed, s we'd been guzzling wine as well as we held our enemas. With Sergio and Franco cleaned out, we now had time for introductions. Sergio spoke a little bit of English and did some translating for me as to what was being said, which were the details of how Mario, Benito and I had spent the afternoon. It soon became apparent that the next activity was going to be more butt fucking and my hole was going to be the focus of their cocks' attention, which was fine with me. As Sergio told me that both he and Franco wanted to fuck the hell out of my hole, Benito told them that it could take one hell of a pounding. I got butterflies at the thought of getting tag teamed by all of them. Sparing the details, for the sake of keeping the rest of the story short, Franco nailed me first. as soon as he pulled out, Sergio slid his cock into me and gave my hole quite the drilling. I noticed Sergio and Franco had both scorpion and biohazard tattoos. Although I made no outward note of the tattoos, I knew they were delivering toxic loads into me too. Then I sucked Mario's cock and swallowed its load as Benito spit roasted me from behind, pumping his second load of venom into me. My hole was getting pretty sore by now - fucked by four different raw cocks. Though not as big as Benito, Sergio and Franco still had decent sized dicks. Then Sergio laid on the bed and told me to straddle him. I crawled on top of him and guided his cock up into myself. My hole felt pretty loose. Then Franco got behind me and started to work his cock up into my hole too. I was getting DPed! Finally! I'd longed for this moment and it was being done by pozzed cocks! It was a stretch for my hole, but Franco got himself into me. He pounded another load into me then pulled out. Immediately, Benito crawled behind me. I knew that he intended to DP me too, but I thought that due to his size, it'd be impossible. But he managed to squash his mushroom head into me, then he rammed his hips forward, like he did the first time he entered me, stabbing my aching asshole with the shaft of his monster. All over again, my hole shrieked in silent pain! Once again, I savored his cock's abuse of my hole! I thought that surely he must have torn me. Sure enough, after they both pumped yet another load each into me and then pulled out, I reached around to feel how loose my hole felt and upon looking at my fingers, I saw fresh blood. They'd definitely torn up my hole. I knew the fissures would provide yet another path for their dirty loads to enter my bloodstream, as I knew they knew, too. I saw the four of them smirking at each other, gloating over most likely pozzing some unsuspecting guy. I could tell they were pretty pleased with themselves. By now it was late and I needed to pack and catch the shuttle bus to the airport in the morning. I said my goodbyes and painfully waddled my way back to my room. I crawled into bed and fell asleep, knowing their loads would soak into my colon walls overnight. In the morning, my hole was pleasantly sore, reminding me of the brutal workout it had received, but it no longer ached, something I actually did wish for. Since the flight home would not be short, I took a couple of enemas to ensure I wouldn't have any "problems" on the way home, like a bloody cum fart. As I listened to the drone of the engines on the way home, in semi-reverie, I thought back to the afternoon a couple of months ago when I received the phone call telling me that the results of my test were positive. After having barebacked indiscriminately for years, I'd finally gotten infected. I figured as much after waking one morning with what had to be, at long last, the fuck flu. The test done a few days later merely confirmed my suspicions. I figure that night at the bathhouse did me in at last. Given the number of guys who fucked me that night - there were over 30 Sharpie marks on my abdomen - I finally found the load that would breach my defenses. Something I missed, now being poz, was knowing that since I was poz, I would never get the fuck flu again. I'd actually been chasing the bug for years and, in a way, experiencing the flu was part of the allure, as well as a reward for fulfilling my quest. Honestly, I had wanted to experience, no, I craved the experience of getting the fuck flu. I felt it was the just reward for getting infected. My only regret was that, unlike a woman, who could experience the thrill of pregnancy over and over again, I'd only get the fuck flu once, figuring that once I was carrying some guy's babies, that was it. A couple of weeks after returning from the trip, one afternoon, an awful feeling struck me. It felt like the fuck flu all over again, but even worse this time! How could that be? I was already pozzed! Then an email arrived from Sergio asking how I was doing. We'd exchanged email addresses. he said Mario and Benito got sick a week after getting home and then, a week later, he and Franco were attacked too. They'd all gotten checked out at a clinic. I asked, "What kind of clinic?" He finally fessed up and said they were all poz and that I ought to get myself tested because none of them were on meds and were pretty viral. I played dumb and asked whether or not Mario and Benito tried to take advantage of me. I didn't want to use the word "stealthing" and tip him off. He said, "Yes, they figured you were a newbie that was looking for some gay sex while away on vacation where no one knew you, and they could convert yet another guy while they worked as a team." "Another guy?" I asked? "Yeah," he replied, adding that Mario and Benito make a game of pozzing unsuspecting guys, especially married guys. "So far they've pozzed 15 guys they know of. They've been doing it for three years now, but their count has to be higher than that." He also mentioned that they all like to get recharged. I asked what he meant by that. He told me that you can get re-infected with different strains. Dang, that explained the fluy feeling I was having. I'll bet they recharged me with some European strains they were packing, since they made a game of getting recharged and likely had more than one strain flowing through their veins. I was excited! I was pregnant again! And I probably felt worse this time because I'd gotten more than one new strain! Then, I realized that if all of them had gotten sick, I probably recharged them too, with my strain, which they didn't have over there. I hadn't gone on meds yet either, wanting to spread my gift for as long as possible to as many fertile, hungry holes as wanted my testicular venom. I also took satisfaction that while they thought they were stealthing me, none of them had the slightest idea that they were the ones getting stealthed, as I knew all along that they were packing dirty loads, all of which I was eagerly accepting into my enema scoured and very fertile colon, even if I didn't know about recharging. They'd unknowingly given me a gift, and not the one they thought they were sharing with me. Anyway, I told him that I felt fine, but would get tested immediately. A week later I wrote to him telling him that my test came back neg. He couldn't understand how I could have not gotten pozzed as they were all packing highly viral loads, had dumped plenty of semen into me and even tore my hole, but I wasn't going to give them the satisfaction that I knew what they were up to, Now though, I am on a new quest, that of getting recharged over and over again, simply to experience yet another attack of the fuck flu, knowing I've been knocked up once again and am carrying one more guy's babies inside me.
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  49. Daniel guided the spun teen across the hall and into his office. "Sit" he gestured to a small couch and Asher plopped down. "Ash im going to level with you here, This is a great career to get into but the pay is..well..lacking..." Daniel flipped the large flatscreen television on and began flipping through footage. "The real money is in entertainment, shall we say.." Ash stared into the screen as he watched two men step into a shower. "hey..." the boy mumbled. "ssshh, dont talk during the movie ash its impolite." Daniel scolded as he turned to his desk drawer and went to work. "See these videos? people pay a lot of money for them. The idea is simple really. Pretty guy comes in for a massage, and we make a nice movie Ash, Just like this one." Ash watched as daniel violated his helpless body, his greased cock clearly slipping its full length almost impossibly deep into the boy while he jerked his own prick. "But every series needs a co-star. I'd love to have you on as an apprentice but the truth is you're going to be a lot more." Ash watched as daniel drew deep into his body and released. the scene seemed to last forever, Daniel and the boy joined intimately together as he absorbed every drop of the older mans cum. "I cant do this" Ash mumbled. "Well thats certainly not what I wanted to hear but its your own decision. I certainly cant just sell one film with you in it, but I can use it as a promo on about a hundred other websites." Ash furrowed his brow as the silence momentarily deafened the room and Daniel studied the boys ponderance. Ash seemed like a smart kid, but it couldnt hurt to twist his arm just a little. "Ok, how often would I..." Ash stumbled through the words as Daniel stepped toward him. "Dont you worry about the details Ash I'll handle that. Now then, we're still going to be working together I hope?" Ash nodded and sighed. "Great, then we can continue some more training." Daniel took a needle and a length of plastic tubing from the desk, and straddled the boys hips. "What are you doing..." Ash muttered as his cock Grazed Daniels own tool. "normally all the fun stuff is reserved for our clients." Daniel tightened the band around the boys slender upper arm. "but in this case its a special tool to help learn how to be a good actor. lean back Ash" Daniel pulled the needle to the boys arm and held it in place. "ive never done drugs" ash apprehensively blurted as daniel smiled up at him. "Ash just relax. This is more like a vitamin buddy. You dont have to watch if you dont want to. Just take nice deep breaths and close your eyes." Ash squinted his eyes shut and tried his best to control his breathing. Doug registered the boys soft grunt as the needle plunged into his prominent vein. "there we go Ash almost there. youre doing great buddy." Daniel emptied the cocaine into the boys arm and ran his fingers through the teens shaggy hair. "all done buddy. you can take that arm band off now" Daniel smiled as the relieved teen eagerly pulled off the tubing. "Oh..wow...." Ash stared into Daniels eyes as they rolled into his head. "atta boy ash" Daniel raised his hips forward until the teens dribbling cockhead kissed his hole. "wait" Asher panted as he looked between his legs. "no waiting ash, today we need to learn to fuck properly since youll be putting this inside a lot of men."
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  50. If I am in a tub in a group setting I like the first few loads on me - as it clearly marks me as a pig. After I am all wet I like it down my throat. If it is one on one then I prefer to swallow it.
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