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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

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

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.

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 !!! ❤️

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.

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.

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.

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

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

There is just WAY too much to unpack in this thread which has nothing to do with treating the infection.

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!" ...

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.

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.

achieved milestone of 100 conversions... No, I'm kidding. Followers. Thanks to support me anyway!

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

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!

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.

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!

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.

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

Great start Grayden! So damn hot! Hope there's more on the way! Thanks!

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.

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!

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

I think I want to try some modelling now. Or at least play piggy in the middle, the camera is optional.

No. This is a stand alone story. I have lots of other stories coming soon though. fyi This story was inspired by true events.

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.

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.

Maybe next time you can get Ryan's ass up to the GH and have his dad breed him.

Is any Dom into locking His property? How long can you go?

Wow. As a bottom love to try that!! Lock me up

You're not alone I think... maybe most men don't like to talk about it... Once I've cum [I'm 63, bottom] I get this kind of switch off mood over me... But I've noticed that if I stick to the environment - like a gay sauna - and just take a break. Go sit in the pool/jacuzzi/steamroom for a moment or while... my stamina for sex returns. Especially when I see sex happening around me again. I love real cumslut, kinky hard gangbang action and when I get back in the action and back in a sling than I'm good again... As a bottom I have a big problem getting a hardon so coming is very hard for me anyway. So I like to wait with my climax until the end when I am close to leave the sauna or any other venue. I try to find a good top or preferably small group to get fucked by and if there is a bottom rimmer around who loves to suck and eat my ass out and maybe suck my small cock - even the better... Get a top to climax inside of me and then shortly I like to climax hard as well. But sometimes... Sometimes you'd wish - as a bottom - you could be like a woman and orgasm time and time again and just keep going. I've been told their orgasm is for some also hard and not as climatic as with men.

Interesting question got me thinking about all my past fucks... Most unusual would have to be a tie between a baseball dugout at midnight and a small pup tent during a tornado warning in Oklahoma...and in mid-fuck, having a park Ranger tell us that we had to leave, as my head was pushing the tent up and down. My most unusual fantasy fuck...in public at the Folsum Street Fair...and more than just being fucked!!!

Eat everything that cums from a cock 😁

I really enjoy reading this series! Thanks for your work on every chapter.

Awesome story! Fuck, I wish the photo shoots I used to do turned out that way 🤨

Calling a faggots hole a pussy or a cunt reminds it what its function is, and of its place as a fuckhole, rather than a man.

Even though I was planning to go raw, the first time was unplanned and prob a rape lol. Was going back and forth with this top online, he was def into raw told him I hadn't fucked raw but was curious, he kept pushing but I was stead fast, told him we clicked I would consider it. He picked up on me being naturally sub and that i had zero desire to ever top. He first wasn't going to fuck wit me, but he liked me being sub and he luved blk guys especially btms. Still in 2010- 2012 it was hard getting over the fact that not every blk guy is a aggressive dom with BBC, though that still is the stereotype def not no where near as bad. After almost a month of going back and forth we decided to hook up (half the reason it was taking so long was he traveled a lot and I was unsure cuz It was one of the first guys I would meet online for str8 up sex.) I went over, plug inserted, I get a lil high to had a few drinks to loosen me up. We were supposed to talk and chill first before doing anything. He had a apartment, it was dim. He offered me a drink, he was dressed at this point. I had turned around to just check out the rest of his apartment, didn't have super bad vibes but was still nervous. Got scared as fuck when he came up behind me grabbing my ass so hard lol and another around my throat and licking my ear. I got so turned on I ended up dropping the glass which still had liquor in it, he told me don't worry bout it. He moved his hand around to my dyck and stroked it for a hot second. It was getting hard and he wasted no time pulling my sweats off. I realized at this point he was already naked. He pulled my shirt off and pushed me towards his couch. He felt my plug and had me bend forward so he could pull it out. He started fingering it a bit, talking shit. Telling me that he knew I came here to be fucked, and made me answer him yes, This happening so fast I ain't know what the fuck to do, but was still so turned the fuck on. He put a lil bit on lube on my hole, and fingered still I asked if he had a rubber he showed me a little 3 pack. It said magnum, i realized that I hadn't even seen his dyck yet (not in person I did through pics), but before I could get to see it he pushed his hand on my neck so that i was fully face down ass up and he was using a lot of strength, I didn't understand why he was being that hard until I felt him entering me and saying something like I'm giving you what you really want, show you how to be a proper bitch. He gave me hard first thrust OMG LOL. He fucked me so good, that shit hurt so good at first. he realized I wasn't stopping him after bout 5mins cuz I did try to quirm away when he first said something but he had me pinned pretty much. His rhythm started to change I told him don't cum in me, just as I said that he pushed all his weight on me and started and giving sum hard thrusts I knew he just unloaded in me. He kept stroking me untill he was soft and jsut got up and sat on the couch while I laid there in a heap. He was asking if iwas okay, and saying wasn't better raw. I legit ain't know what to say, I was fo real pissed but thaat shit felt good. He got up threw a towel at me and started walking into the bathroom told me he had things to do so I needed to be gone when he got out! lol I was a mess for the rest of the day feeling so used, betrayed, violated but I couldn't stop thinking about it. I ended up masterbating to it later that night using my dildo realizing I still had sum of his babies swimming in me as lube. I haven't looked back sense. We linked up couple more times before going off to college, and when I would come home he always wanted it. He ended up moving and getting marred but we keep in touch and his parents live in the area so we occasionally link up and he sluts me out. He is a different animal on the phone and when we meet up for sex, after all theses years I nothing but a dump to him. He still turns me on and he got me to take the leap into whoredom.

Going Home 3 Seeing the look on Daddy’s face as he held my head, I began to sob. “Fucking cuntboy,” he said, pulling me to my feet. “I missed you too.” I was a mess... the chems running through me brought out all the old feelings I had when I left all those years ago. “Daddy...” I babbled incoherently... trying to put it into words what I went through all those years ago. “I’m sorry... I wasn’t ready... I wanted to...” Interrupting me, “I know cuntboy...” he said, trying to comfort me. His hand moved down to my cunt. “I waited for you for a long time. You were my first cuntboy....you ARE my first cuntboy. And now I have two...” Daddy chuckled, slipping his index finger inside me hearing Frankie approaching. “Daddy...” I moaned. “I’m sorry.” Feeling the heat of Frankie’s body emanating against my back, he wrapped his arm around me to reveal a cut and scored white rectangular tablet in the palm of his hand. “Go on, cuntbro. ” he encouraged. Opening my cuntmouth, I extended my tongue and he slipped it in without a word before moving to Daddy’s side. Frankie was now holding the soft cock. I smiled and dropped. Staring up into Daddy’s face, I opened wide and felt the rush of chem piss carry the tablet down my throat until Daddy fed me the entire chem-filled contents of his bladder. “Time to rest up, Sammy,” my cuntbro told me, helping me to my feet and walking me to the bed. “MMMM...” I moaned as I fell into the bed, feeling the effects of the tablet begin to do its job. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “WHAT THE FUCK?!” I grunted... waking up with a start. Trying to gather my senses, I sat up and took the room in. It was all coming back. I was in Dan’s... no Daddy... that’s right... Daddy’s playroom. My head hurt and I raised my hands to my head. “What the fuck?!” I groaned... seeing both my wrists locked in leather restraints, before spying a plate of food and a small jug of orange juice. I was starving and quickly chowed down the meal, washing the final bites down with large chugs of the juice. Stumbling out of the bed, I steadied myself and walked over to the mirrored wall. I was still wearing the leather collar and harness but the glint of metal rings in my tits caught my eyes. “Goddamn Shit!” I exhaled... Sometime during my black-out, I had been geared up. Grabbing my tits, I felt the sting of the thick metal rings now running through them. The sensation of my newly pierced tits was incredible... I continued fondling them... feeling the nerve impulses connecting with my cunt. The feeling in it was awesome... it felt stretched out... full yet not full at the same time. My hands grazed my muscular torso as they worked their way to my cuntlips but their journey was interrupted by thick silicone material. “HUH?!” I wondered... “plug?” But again... full but not full.... Working my way further along ... I felt the base open up and my fingers slipped inside... I was gaped! “SHIT!” I moaned and looked down. Seeing a pair of 15-hole Rangers on my size 12 feet, I laughed. At this point I knew I should have a raging hard on in my jockstrap. Reaching for it with both hands, I gripped the mass of leather and began to massage it... my slicked-up fingers slipped over the pouch. That’s when I felt it... a hard metallic bulge. “What?!” I inhaled... Pulling the waistband away from me, I expected to see my smooth package against my freshly shaven crotch, only to see my soft cock now surrounded in a cage of chrome. “You’re awake...” I heard Daddy growl... his strong hand covering my cuntmouth. I began to desperately licking it as the other pulled at my plug, stretching my cunt out until it was released... my cunt retracted but still held a gape I knew I would now always have. “Yes!” I moaned into the rough hand and pushed back onto his hard cock slipping through the tunnel plug expanding the walls of my cunt. “Slipped right in...” he grunted... now fucking me with a steady pace. It’s what I craved... needed... to be completely filled again. Before long, Daddy picked me up... his cock still buried in me... and carried me to the fuck bench where Frankie stood, gear matching mine, watching us. His massive cock stood straight ahead, securing me. Now bent over, I took the shaft and began to suck the stream of precum flowing from his piss slit and swallowed. “Just a small one...” I heard Daddy, feeling a tourniquet tighten around my bicep... “just to get him up to speed.” I barely felt the needle go in but the rush quickly hit me. “Fucking please...” I moaned, the combination of chems and the quickening pace of the fuck overcoming me. I felt alive... Daddy was close... I tried to work my cunt... to clench his cock and milk it dry. The barrage continued... I was being spit-roasted... cocks in both my cunts. But Frankie was the first to near the edge... “Goddamn it!” he yelled, his spasming cock exploding in my cuntmouth. Holding my head in a vise-like grip, he continued spewing and the pressure against my skull increased. It felt like my head would explode... Finally regaining his composure, he pulled out as my lips surrounded his spent shaft for any final residue of his orgasm. At this point, he leaned in, our lips separated only by my saliva and his cum. His face was so close to mine... his dilated green eyes sparkled as hot breath filled my cuntmouth. “Fuck Sammy...” he mumbled, tasting the remains. Releasing a deep grunt, Daddy pulled back and shoved his cock one last time, releasing another precious load before pulling out. “Fucking beautiful cuntpigs!” For a moment, I felt empty until my cunt was again stretched with my tunnel plug as Frankie knelt... licking the cock clean of cum and cuntjuices. Finished, my cuntbro ran his hands over my body and released me. I stood and turned to Daddy... taking in the geared-up leather God before me. My eyes wandered from his booted size 13 feet up past his huge calves and continued on to the thick thighs both covered by a pair of leather chaps showing the definition of his powerful muscles. His cock was now confined in a leather codpiece presenting every vein of his thick shafted cock leading to the prominently displayed outline of the cut head. How I wanted it in me again... His massive torso was wrapped in a leather harness that pushed his furry pecs up as if to offer his pierced tits to my hungry cuntmouth. His blue eyes then caught my attention... reminding of the times I would get lost in them as my legs would spread to welcome him into my cunt. “Cuntboys... present.” Obeying, I stood at attention hands behind my back and eyes down next to Frankie. “Sammy, I’ve decided it’s time to make it public. You’re home and everyone will know after tonight.” “Yes, Sir...” I stammered, my heart now racing. “Your Daddy’s gonna show off his new... well returning cuntboy” he chuckled, “show those fuckers I’m now in complete control of you. Sam is gone... Actually, he never existed. It was a fucking goddamn lie." I was conflicted... I fucking needed to be a cuntboy but what would people think?! “Fuck!” There, it came out... fear of being discovered. I had spent so many years overcompensating. Every cunt I took was disposable... to be tossed after I was done. Seeing my reaction to the news, he angrily walked up to me. “Sammy...” he growled, taking my chin in his hand and raising it... “IT’S happening.” Those eyes again! I took a breath and raised my hands to his strong pecs and moved in, planting my cuntmouth against his lips. Without skipping a beat, his arms enveloped me in a hard embrace, aggressively exploring my cuntmouth with his tongue. Breaking away, my tongue moved down to lick the beads of sweat on his neck... past the left shoulder strap of his leather harness and worked my way to the musk-soaked leather strap on his bicep before turning inward, arriving at my destination... his pit. My tongue scraping against the wet hair and inhaled the pungent scent of his sweat glands. My face now marked in his scent, on to his right tit I went. I took it in, hungrily chewing, feeling the ring clink against my front teeth. Moaning in pleasure, he cupped my head in his rough hands, pressing his pec against my greedy tongue. Releasing me, I made my way across his muscled chest to the left tit, not wanting to ignore it and began to worship it. I fell to my knees, removed the codpiece and tossed it aside. His erect cock now rising to full mast, I fully engulfed it into my cuntmouth to the root in order to experience the musk now emanating from his pubes and sac. I could have stayed there all night... but Daddy had plans for me. He roughly grabbed my hands and began thrusting his fat cock in and out of my throat as I gasped for breath between the quick strokes. “DON’T FUCKING THINK YOU’RE GETTING OUT OF IT, CUNTBOY!” Daddy roared, shooting his thick load down my throat, giving me a protein meal that would energize me for the coming night. Before I could even think, Frankie dropped and took Daddy’s cock into his cuntmouth, cleaning his spit-covered cock. All this time, I remained on my knees watching. Remaining on the spent cock, Frankie suckled the softening flesh and waited for his prize. Slowly, a stream began to trickle out onto my cuntbro’s tongue and he moved in. His lips now against Daddy’s crotch, his throat spasmed as he swallowed the now rushing flood of piss. His thirst finally quenched, Frankie grabbed the leather codpiece and secured Daddy’s cock. At this point, Frankie turned to me... his cheeks bulging. “Fucker,” I smiled, crawling to him. I placed my lips against his. Grabbing his head in my hands, I squeezed, indicating I was ready, and he released the pool of piss stored in his cuntmouth and fed me. “Goddamn cuntpigs...” Daddy laughed and made his way outside. “Time to go... car’s ready.” Taking a lick of piss dribbling from my chin, Frankie got up. “Me first.” he snickered, licking his lips. I remained there for a second, watching Frankie’s strapped muscular glutes move as he went for the door. I started to rise, but saw Frankie stop in the doorway, bend over and spread his ass cheeks. “Shit!” I moaned, seeing his prominently plugged cunt... only the base was solid... I was the only one to be gaped! I remained in a half crouch... “Thought you should know...” Frankie chuckled and stood, walking out the door. “Come on.” Resigned to my fate, I stood and walked towards the door with Daddy’s cum now leaking out of my gaped cunt and down my legs. I made it to the front door and hesitated, standing there watching Daddy and Frankie getting into the car. Daddy leaned over Frankie... “Shut the front door and get in...” With no other choice at this point, I shut the door and walked towards the car... shivering from the cool air entering my gaped cunt. That’s when the driver’s window rolled down, allowing the driver to give me the once over before stepping out. “Fuck!” I thought, catching sight of the tall skinhead in front of me. He stood there wearing skintight bleached jeans over a pair of 30-hole Rangers laced in yellow. Noticing my interest, he straightened up and grabbed the wet spot soaking through the growing bulge moving down his leg. Muscled pecs began to rise under the tight black Fred Perry shirt trimmed in yellow which matched the braces running down his pecs. Damn he was beautiful... my cunt pulsed as his tatted hand went playfully over his closely cropped blond hair... his grey eyes immediately locked on mine. “Oi mate,” he smiled, noticing the slight dilation in mine. “I’m Jac.” “Uh Sammy.” I hesitated before sitting down next Frankie, my eyes never leaving his lustful gaze. “Nice to meet ya... Sammy.” he growled and shut the door slowly. “Jac’ll be our driver from now on when we need him.” “Yep,” Jac chuckled. “Whenever you need me.” he said, looking directly back at me. We were on our way... not another word spoken between any of us, my eyes constantly looking at Jac’s face reflected in the rear-view mirror while the car made its way towards the center of the city’s long forgotten industrial area. I let out a nervous chuckle, realizing where were going. I had been there many times... The car finally stopped and we sat there for a second. Jac reached down and quickly handed Daddy a couple of metallic bullet-shaped cylinders. “Perfect...” he smiled handing one to Frankie and dialing a huge dose on the other then passing it to me. Holding the warm metal cylinder in my hand, I raised it to my nostril and inhaled deeply... the burning sensation filled my nasal cavity. “Good boy...” he said proudly and turned to Jac. “You coming in?” “Gotta make a couple of runs...” Jac answered, checking his phone, “Just let me know when you’re ready.” Opening the door, Daddy nodded and stepped out with Frankie right behind him. They stood there, watching me. I took a deep breath and stepped out onto the asphalt, immediately attracting attention from a few guys going in. Rolling down the window, Jac leaned out. “Oi, Boss...” he blurted out before turning his sight to me. “I’ll have the cunt for a session and we’ll be square for tonight’s tab.” “Yeah?” Daddy laughed, grabbing me by the collar and attaching a metal leash. “Yeah, Boss.” Jac answered licking his lips. “Deal...” Daddy yelled out, tugging at my leash and pulling me into the dark bar after him. I had no choice and obediently entered. It was still early and the bar was just starting to fill up with guys dressed in leather and denim. I knew Daddy had planned it that way... I was to be easily seen being led to the bar. I hesitated for a second, seeing a familiar face behind the bar... It was Greg. “Fuck,” I thought, seeing the stocky muscle bear cub who had spent a night on his knees servicing me. He was a damn good fuck... I remembered, taking in the sweat matted dark hair on his tightly harnessed pecs, showing off his always erect tits... Instinctively, I licked my lips... Turning to pass a beer to a customer, I watched the muscles of his back move and cause the tatted bear paws on each shoulder blade seem to make a grasping motion towards me. On seeing me, he took a step back. “Sam... WHAT HE F...” Greg started before being sternly interrupted. “His name is Sammy...” Daddy snapped, pulling on my leash and forcing me forward. “Right?” “Yes.” I answered in a downward glance, seeing Greg’s cock stir in the stained jockstrap he wore to advertise he was available. Again, he pulled my leash... only upwards this time, forcing me to look at Greg’s now smirking face. “Yes, what?” Taking a breath, I answered. “Yes, Sir... My name is Sammy.” “Good cuntboy...” Daddy said loudly, announcing to everyone my status before turning to Greg and ordering us a round of beers. Frankie stood smiling, watching the commotion going on around us. I stood there feeling the stares and then heard a loud round of laughs from the other end of the bar. “SAMMY!” I heard them laughing. Seeing my distress, Daddy pulled in by my collar and snarled in my ear... “Sammy, remember the first time I took you out? How you felt being exhibited as my cuntboy?” I nodded, flashing back to that night. I had been meeting up with him for a few weeks... each time being slowly transformed into a cuntboy. He was patient with me, overcoming my doubts and inhibitions... of course the chems he gave me didn’t hurt. “You fucking proudly held your head high and showed everyone who you were... MY cuntboy. You had no fucking doubts about it.” he said, forcibly sliding his fingers inside my cunt. That did it... the hit had kicked in and I took a deep breath. I stood proudly... allowing all to see my transformation before turning to the laughing group. “YOUR CUNTBOY.” I said defiantly for all to hear before turning to Frankie... “Fuck yeah, cuntbro,” Frankie growled, his hand on my shoulder in a protective grip before grabbing one of the beers and handing it to Daddy. Now at attention, I stood obediently while Daddy took a long drink as a crowd formed around us. “I think Sammy’s thirsty, Frankie.” he smirked, forcing me to bend forward and expose my gaped cunt to the entire bar. “Yes, Sir...” Frankie growled, grabbing another long-neck, slipping it into my plug and holding it firmly. I jumped... feeling the foaming coldness filling my cunt and absorbed by the walls of my cunt. “That quenching your thirst?” Frankie chuckled, drinking his beer. “Let your cunt drink it in, cuntboy...” Daddy ordered. “Yes Sir,” I moaned as the crowd stood watching the level of the beer decrease. Pulling the now almost empty bottle out of my cunt, Frankie drank last of its contents, before placing it on the bar. I remained in position until I felt the tug on my collar and was led deeper into the depths of the bar. Making our way down a hidden hallway, we passed through the heavy metal door leading to the lower level. Slowly, we descended the staircase as our eyes became accustomed to the dim red light. I heard the door slam shut. “This way, cuntboy.” Daddy ordered, pulling my leash and leading me to a table front and center of the raised platform centered in the room. “How you feeling, Sammy?” “Fuck, Daddy...” I smiled... feeling the combination of the chems and beer. “Yeah... thought so...” he said with an evil grin. He pulled out one of the bullets and dialed it up, handing it to Frankie. Pulling out the second one, he watched me closely as he increased the number of turns for my dose and handed it to me. "That should fucking get you going.” he growled, taking a hit of his own off the other one. I inhaled deeply, letting the white powder flow into me... Daddy nodded in approval before pulling me to my knees. “Gotta piss,” he said matter-of-factly and I moved to release his cock. I didn’t hesitate... an involuntary moan escaped my cuntmouth as the first drops of chem piss flowed from Daddy’s massive cock. Eagerly, I opened my cuntmouth to collect as much piss as Daddy would feed me, swallowing it and begging for more. Most of the guys surrounding us were now openly jacking off and I was hit with a massive creamy load on my shoulder. Feeling the piss flow reducing, I heard Greg laughing... “Mind if I use your urinal there?” Greg asked, moving to Daddy’s side. “Gotta take a piss.” “Sure... be my guest.” Daddy smirked, shaking the last drops in my cuntmouth. Now in front of me, “Drink up, Sammy... tap’s ready for ya.” Greg muttered. Hands gripped my head and pulled me into the mound of the piss-stained mesh pouch. Without a second thought, I hungrily bit and tasted the rank sweat leaching into my cuntmouth. “Drink up...” Greg grunted, pulling me off the pouch and releasing his uncut cock. Wanting the piss, my lips pushed back the foreskin and sealed themselves around Greg’s cockhead. I began to swallow, working my tongue along his piss-slit and causing him to shiver. “Fuck me!” Greg moaned, holding my head tight until the flow began to subside. Swallowing the last of the acrid piss, I began working my lips and tongue down Greg’s shaft... I wasn’t done yet. “Goddamn, Sammy... If I had only known...” he growled, grabbing my head again and thrusting deeply into me. The crowd around us had grown considerably and I was now covered in cum dripping down my torso. Holding onto his hips, I steadied myself and began to do my work. Greg’s swelling cock jerked, pre-cum leaking from the tongue-flicked piss slit like molasses until it was at full mast. On I continued, worshipping the cock I had ignored and wanted no part of the we spent together. “Fuck...FUck... FUCk... FUCK!!!” Greg roared, throwing his head back as I pulled down on his hairy ball sac. Greg began to rapidly fuck my greedy cuntmouth. His knees started to buckle and he steadied himself on my cum slick shoulders as I felt his sac tightly draw up. “Take my fucking load, cuntboy!” he roared, blasting load after load in my cuntmouth. A big round of applause rang through the bar as a grinning Frankie fell to his knees beside me and shoved his tongue into my cuntmouth. “Share cuntbro,” he moaned, slurping the spunk I fed him as we devoured each other with our tongues. “Not done yet, cuntboy...” I heard Greg sharply comment. Bringing my face to his crotch, he slapped his cock against my lips. “Clean,” he snarled, remembering my insistence that night I fucked him. Darting my tongue out, I moved around the slick helmet and moved down the shaft, cleaning the remains of his load. On I went to the low hanging ball sac and slipped one of the balls into my cuntmouth and rolled it around. “All right, your break’s over cub,” Daddy growled, pulling me off Greg’s crotch. “My turn.” Smiling, Greg stuffed his package back in his jock... “Yes, Sir.” he answered, walking to bar and whispering to the downstair’s bartender. Nodding, the bartender looked towards me before making his way upstairs, allowing Greg to take over. Turning me around, Daddy leaned in and growled... “How’s it going, cuntboy?” My cunt throbbed in ecstasy and I pushed my ass against Daddy’s crotch... I had no words for how I was feeling. “Fuck, cuntboy... look at all the men watching you... stroking their fucking cocks watching you service cock.” “Shit yes!” I roared... feeling the ringed mushroom cockhead invading my cunt. My cunt spasmed and took hold of the cock as it eased its way deeper before beginning its assault. “Yeah, Sammy... how many of these guys have had that worthless cock of yours up their cunts?” I could see the crowd growing closer... cocks were out and being stroked to the rhythm of Daddy’s thrusts. Taking the closest one into my cuntmouth, I began to suck and worship it. Suddenly, I felt someone fall to their knees next to me... it was Frankie... my cuntbro had taken a cock into his cuntmouth. “Fucking cuntbro,” I mumbled, the cock now shooting its load into me. Grabbing hold of Frankie, I pulled him to me and grabbed his cheeks, forcing them open and fed him the salty viscous load. I fucking loved it!!! … Being on display like this with my cuntbro. Daddy continued fucking my hungry cunt... pulling out and then ramming it home. I was openly being fucked in the middle of the packed bar and covered in cum. The crowd was going wild... the room filled with applause, catcalls and cheers as they egged us on. We continued feeding on cocks... our bodies now slick with the massive loads we induced from the crowd. Finally, Daddy took me by the hips and plunged his cock in to the hilt, unloading a volley of cum shots inside me. “I FUCKING OWN THIS CUNT!” he proclaimed as the crowd stood back, letting out a ferocious roar. Clamping tightly on Daddy’s retreating cock, I milked the final drops of cum from the shaft before Daddy pulled us both up into a passionate kiss before forcing our faces into his sweat-soaked pits to take in the pheromones radiating from them. “Gentlemen,” he said loudly to no one in particular, “I hope you enjoyed Sammy’s reintroduction to being my cuntboy.” Now faces now wet with his scent, Daddy grabbed us both by the collar and made his way through the crowd, hands giving congratulatory slaps on his back, to an empty corner where Jac stood smiling.

I think 'anon' in this context means no real names or other personal information other than what the other person looks like.

That's really cool. I just graduated last year but when I was in HS I played a lot of sports and I've been recognized by players dads on my team and other local teams.

I’ve been at a conference for the past 2 days, with no time to cruise or hook up. Closing party takes place at a gay bar and one guy is looking at me. Tall, long blond hair, fit looking and tattoos. I was with my colleagues so I’m trying to be discreet. I have to pee and make my way to the bathroom. After passing through the bathroom door, I don’t even have the time to get to the urinals that someone enters right behind me. I turn around and it’s the tattooed blond guy. He pushes me into a stall while kissing. He locks the door. “I’ve been wanting to fuck you ever since I’ve seen you talk on that panel yesterday. I’ve been following you around, hoping to catch you, and here you are!” Not even time to suck him, he just turns me around, pulls my pants and underwear down, spits on his dick and rams it into my dry hole. He shoots his load in me in less than 5 minutes, zips up his pants, slaps my butt and leaves. I pull back my underwear and pants and go back to my colleagues, with cum dripping along my legs.

I had clamydia many times but never felt anything bad. So far if the cock is thick, even yellow my cunt don’t think twice and just go for it… what can I do, I’m a whore!

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.

Not only that, he's demanding that you trust him that he won't skip doses (deliberately or otherwise) just to knock you up. I'm not saying you should or shouldn't trust him, but it's clear he doesn't trust YOU, and frankly, if you did become poz and then he dumped you, you would be the one responsible for your health. So take responsibility for your health NOW.

I've always been curious about fisting and wanted to experiment. All through the pandemic and lock downs, I have been training with a number of 'toys' due to lack of the real thing. I typically start with small and work my way up to the two center ones - the thick beast and the fist replica. I agree with @find91 that a LOT of this is mental and relaxation. I recently had a few hours of assplay with one of my FWB and for the first time - he was able to actually get his fist inside me. It was VERY intense. I have fisted him a few times and I finally understand what he meant when describing the feeling. Wow. So.. once or twice a month, I plan to continue to 'train'... I also plan to get the real thing again, as soon as possible. I agree that toys are great for training - but you can't beat the real meat!!

I wanted to thank you Rawtop for making this new rule

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."

i was thinking the same thing Rotz very hot story....looking forward to more

Im' both an eater and feeder for this. . . I do both. . and I do swallow, (as much as I can take). . I am not a "gulper" but I do enjoy it some. I also enjoy being "marked" / pissed on. . . and that's real hot, in BDSM scenes, where my dom marks me as his property. I love "symbolic" piss play, as well as the physical component of it. Yeah its fun. . I get off on this.