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I was 20 and looking for a better job. Economy was though and good job rare. I was working a nightly part-time in a warehouse. My drunken dad pointed out from the local newspaper a small ad: “Assistant Needed. No experience needed. Might be free to travel occasionally”. Why not? I called and the man asked me if I can come for an interview later in the afternoon, as he really need to find someone. Turned out, it was a small photo studio. Leo was a man of few words. With some “hummm” and “ah”, he read my resume. As I was waiting, I looked at the place. It was dusty and spider webs can be seen. Didn’t look like there was a lots of business activities. I would politely decline the position and continue looking for something else. - You’re hired, if you can start tomorrow. - Ungh? I replied surprise, I mean… I don’t… - Is there a problem? I thought you were looking for a job? Leo interrupted me. - No, no I am looking for a job, but… - Deal, Leo replied. Be here tomorrow at 8. Don’t be late” With that Leo pushed me outside the studio and locked the door before disappearing. Bewildered, I went back home to find dad getting fucked by a tattooed guy on the couch. The same couch where I sleep. Unfazed, the man looked at me: “Almost done here. Then he’s yours!” I went to the john and released a wicked piss. - So, the job? My dad yelled. - I got it, I said walking back to the living room. The guy was already gone. - How much? - I don’t know - What do you mean you don’t know? - I didn’t have the chance to ask. The guy was in a hurry, I lied. Anyhow, I don’t intend to take the job. My dad was stirring the load in his ass with two fingers. - Can you not do that, dad? It’s disgusting. - I got 25 bucks, at least. With that dad wiped his fingers on the cushion, leaving a dirty trace on it. - Almost forgot, your boss said they don’t need you at the warehouse this week. So, I guess you will have to take the job unless you want to find out on the street. Your rent is due Sunday. *** Leo was happy to see me. At least that’s how I interpreted the grunt he gave me after I knocked on the studio door. The job was simple: Leo would drive to various place and do private photoshoot. He needed someone to load and unload the material in the truck. I simply nodded which seems to satisfy him. I have to give him credits, he knew his stuff. He took the time to explain me how to handle the material and their uses. At lunch, I risked myself to ask Leo how much the job pay. - 21 dollars for moving the material. 28 dollars if you do some actual shooting work, and 40 dollars plus tips if you participate in the shooting, minus 10% as my commissions. I guarantee you at least 40 hours per week. - At least? We work more? - Oh yeah, sometimes we work full weekend. Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you. As I lay down on the stinky couch that night, I was excited by the perspective of a better life. I would get $840 a week which was better than the meager 224$ I was getting at the warehouse. I was brought back to reality as Dad stumbled in the one-bedroom apartment with two bearded bikers. - Does he fuck? one of them asked my Dad - Nah. He’s straight… - Too bad With that they disappeared in the bedroom. By the sound of it, Dad got spit-roasted roughly a few times during the night. Life couldn’t get worst than what it was living with Dad, isn’t it?

Karel, my bad but best friend Preliminary remarks: This story is pure fiction! Similarities to real existing persons are purely coincidental, and not intended! Please do not understand this story as a call to share STDs, or to cause other physical and / or mental damage, and also not as a promotion to drug and alcohol consumption! All characters in this story are at least 18 years old (of age according to German law)! Since I have problems writing stories in the English / American language (grammar deficit), I write this story in German, and have it translated by deepl.com! Chapter 1: Introduction and: My best friend meets my younger brother Hello guys, my name is Chris, I'm 22 years old and I'm from Berlin. What is the best way to describe me? Slim with decent muscles (six pack) 1.75 meters tall, 62kg light, blond hair on my head, otherwise hairless. With what I have in my pants, I also do not need to hide, at least no woman has complained yet. Now we come to the far more difficult part, I still have to describe my brother and my best friend... ...until now I never really paid attention to it. Well my little brother's name is Sven, he turned a fresh 18, is like me blond and hairless (must run in the family). He is a little taller than me at 1.82 meters, but only weighs 58kg. That what he has less weight, however, he has more in his pants. My best friend is Karel, he is originally from Prague but has been living in Berlin with his parents for 15 years, he has brown hair and blue piercing eyes, he always shaves off his body hair. I met him 10 years ago when he came to my class. We became friends, did a lot of things together, and realized that our birthday was on the same day - Crazy, right? Karel and I graduated from high school together, and both studied architecture. At 18, Karel started going to McFit to work out. He tried to persuade me over and over again to come along, saying it couldn't hurt me to get some muscles. Well, a year ago he did it, I now also train my body, not as extreme as him, but at least a little bit. Of course, it was not left out that we stood together in the shower, and I could see what dangles there with him. I became envious of the sheer size of his cock. That must be erect at least 22cm, and really thick. He had also gotten a few tattoos over the years, with 18 a black tribial on the left arm with a red central logo, with 19 a green scorpion with red blood drops was added to the right groin, with 20 then the next tattoo, a revolver on the left groin. But the scorpion has surprised me the most so far, because we are both from the zodiac sign Aquarius. But I digress. I wanted to tell how it came about that Karel met my brother. It was the Friday after the birthday of Sven, I assumed that he would once again at some party with friends or in some Berlin club his mischief, as often on the weekend. Our parents (I could rely on them) were in Zurich for the weekend as usual, so we could study in peace. I thought. I want to digress from the topic for a moment, and describe my parents' house. The house has two floors plus a basement. On the first floor there is the spacious eat-in kitchen, the guest toilet right next to the entrance, my parents' bedroom with dressing room and private bathroom, my teenager's room with private bathroom, our father's study, and our mother's study, which was originally Sven's room. This room also has its own bathroom. But Sven preferred to move to the attic because the guest rooms up there were more spacious than his old room. That was on his 16th birthday. We actually have 6 guest rooms, now one is dropped. But that doesn't matter at all, since we rarely have a guest. The guest rooms have one special feature, always two rooms share a bathroom. So, enough about the living situation, let's get back to the actual topic. I had given Karel the room next to my brother, as always when he stayed with me. Sven was never there, until now. We didn't even notice my brother when we brought Karel's clothes upstairs, because Sven was completely too stoned in his bed, and didn't move. Karel and I had made ourselves comfortable in the kitchen to study, drank the one or other beer, when we were overcome by tiredness at about 11 pm. Karel went upstairs and I went to my room. I just managed to undress and fell asleep in my bed. What happened that night I know only from stories. When Karel arrived upstairs in his guest room, he also undressed, then entered the bathroom to take a shower. While Karel was showering, Sven woke up with a full bladder, so he got up and staggered into the bathroom to piss. I'm afraid I have to interject again to say something to my brother. Sven always sleeps naked, when he wakes up at night to piss, or to satisfy his hunger in the living room kitchen, he just also goes naked through the house, this is completely normal for him. Now back to the bathroom: After Sven had finished pissing, he turned around and caught sight of Karel, while Karel was already eyeing him as he came in. Sven faced Karel with his mouth open, started drooling, and his penis started growing as well. Karel started to smile wickedly. What happened after that? Will come in the sequel.

I'm somewhat of a diehard Jax Jaguars fan, but due to my location they are blacked out, so I have to go to a bar about 20 miles to watch them. As it's cold in Florida had my Jags hoodie on. A HOT muscled stud came in also wearing a different Jags Hoodie and sat next to me. Of course we started a convo, which eventually led to him taking me back to his nearby hotel and fucking me like a rabbit! Im not always good at reading guys, but he grabbed my hand at bar, and put it on his crotch saying he has something more exciting than the game. He ordered us a shot, and off we went to his hotel!

Part 5 - The Appearance Of Kovalek This door, no that door or was it those steps going down? They were all discussing pointing in different directions, the breeze that had floated past them was a confusion curse laid down by Gregor Kovalek many years ago. Disorientation was now embedded deep in their heads from having spent so long in the mansion. Confusion reigned and arguments began erupting between them getting louder and louder over who was right and which way they should go. Jacob hit Ivan's back "That way" he croaked managing to lift a finger pointing the way immune to the confusion from his time in here. "Oh suddenly he is an expert" Connor said putting his hand on Evan's shoulder. The flash in their heads clearing their thoughts and Evan blocked him from reading in to his secrets and he shifted away from his touch. Connor looked at him for a moment apologising. Evan nodded telling him it seemed to clear the madness going on in their heads and quickly found the route back to the stone steps that lad back up to the entrance hall. Climbing up Connor got his phone out to check on Christian but found he had no signal, as they entered the entrance hall he checked again and still nothing. They focused on getting to the front doors with Connor literally pulling Tomas with him and Evan assisting Ivan in the right direction. Opening the doors the fresh air swooped over them clearing their heads. Ivan put Jacob down and Evan pulled some jogging bottoms and t-shirt out of the bag for Jacob. "Is that wise?" Ivan asked, "He is still urinating a bit" he reminded him. "We have to get him away from here and to safety. All of us" Evan said looking anxious. "Guys" Connor said looking down to the gates where he saw headlights, "We have company". Tomas nodded "Marcin" he said, "Have you got hold of Christian?" he asked. "No. I still don't have a signal" Connor replied looking worried now. "We don't have long" Evan said looking at the sky and sun just poking above the horizon. "Whose idea was it park down at the gates?" Ivan asked looking a Tomas with a grin. Tomas took over carrying Jacob now he had some clothes on, they took a detour through a small area of trees to avoid being seen by Marcin who was now speeding up the drive to the mansion. Reaching the SUV Connor finally had a signal and called Christian but went straight to voicemail. He opened the app to locate Christian and the last known location was in the Gydna guest house. He did his best to remain calm yet panic was written all over his face. They sped towards the place with Ivan crashing down the door at the back. Tomas stayed with Jacob in the SUV to keep him protected. The three of them began searching though the downstairs of the guest house room by room until Connor reached the bar. On the counter he saw Christian's mobile phone and crucifix. Connor let out an anguished cry. Evan came in "No!" he exclaimed quickly hugging Connor, "We will find him" he assured him. Ivan now appeared in the bar "Nothing upstairs in the bedrooms or attic" he said. Evan nodded "Connor hand me his phone and crucifix" he said. Connor handed them over and Evan sat down at the bar stool where his things were found and placed his hands around both items, clearing his head of thoughts he began speaking "A room so close yet hidden, his body lies still yet his heart beats strong. He cannot speak or move. He talked happily sitting at the bar drinking cordial that masked the true content. He moved" he said standing up holding the items and walking behind the bar, "Carried beyond" he added turning around with his eyes closed and walking backwards. "His eyes see the bar disappear, in to a hallway then through the wall of secrets" he stopped opening his eyes, "We are looking for a secret room or door around here" he said. They all began tapping the wall listening for a different sound that would give away any hidden doors. Ivan called out and leaned against the wall which opened in to a passageway with a door at the end. Quickly they walked along the passageway opening the door to the room at the end. Connor rushed over panicking at the sight of Christian laid chained to the bed motionless, his lower half soaked in urine and a pool of pink stained cum under his arse. What riled Connor more was that Marcin had clearly taken advantage of Christian, his Christian he thought quickly without really thinking the thought through. "Connor!" Evan shouted, "Come on we have to get him out now" he said panicking. He looked around and could see Ivan was even panicking "Right yes of course" he said. Outside the sun dipped below the horizon bringing on night. They quickly began removing all the manacles, harness and collar. Christian moved his eyes looking at Connor and recognising him, a tear trickled out the corner of one eye, and it was all he could do feeling trapped inside his own body. Marcin walked out of the room and back up the steps, small droplets spread across to the doors that he knew were those of the rescued lad. The black dense mist swirled in the entrance hall and Gregor appeared. "I am sorry master they came to rescue him" Marcin said getting on his knees. Gregor sniffed deeply "Your fault it is not" he said, "They were prepared" he added. Marcin looked up at Gregor "Are they who we fear?" he asked and Gregor nodded slowly. "Two are protectors, one a seer with vision and the pure blood. I can smell him" Gregor said smiling. Marcin bowed his head "The one who is close is marked" he said looking up at Gregor. Gregor laughed "Did you copulate with him?" he asked smiling down at Marcin "Yes" Marcin replied, "He is impregnated and will be an easy target for you master" he said. "Excellent. How stupid some are" Gregor told him, "Sexual desires will bring them down". Marcin smiled "He will no longer be able to shoulder religious protection from you". Gregor put a hand on his shoulder "You have never wavered in serving me Marcin" he assured him. "The one in Gydna I fear is being rescued as we speak" Marcin added. Gregor nodded "Stay here Marcin, this could get ugly" Gregor said, "I will go" he told him. Marcin nodded and Gregor turned around walking to the door disappearing in the shroud of black mist that dissipated as he stepped out of the mansion that allowed him to move at speed. Gregor soon appeared outside the guest house and saw the vehicle parked up with two bodies inside. Instantly he smelled the clean blood of his victim now protected inside. Moving inside the guest house his sense of smell quickly picked up the pure blood, following the scent that got stronger the closer he got. He smirked gliding in to the passage way and appearing from the black mist, his physical presence was required for this knowing that his target was weak and defenceless. It was a risk as he could be seen by them all and they might try to attack him. He could hear a voice from the room hurrying them up and to put the clothes on. Gregor inhaled deeply then blew softly and the thick white mist of his essence sped like lighting quickly through the air in to the room. Their backs turned picking items up of the floor the white mist dropped quickly and in to his mouth. Christian gasped loudly sitting up, his action forcing them all to turn to him. He looked at each one of them then stared at Connor. "My pure blood ancestor, your time will come. This body and yours will be mine" Christian said. Evan stepped forward "Gregor Kovalek, show yourself or be forced out" he said holding a bottle up. Christian turned to him "Your religious beliefs will fail you now, this body is marked" he said. Christian laughed and his eyes rolled upwards, the white mist appeared and move so quickly they could not see where it went. Connor looked down the passage his body froze, he couldn't see who it was but the icy blue eyes glistened through the dark and he took a step forward, they were reading each other even though Connor didn't know he was doing it. Evan grabbed his arm breaking the stare and saw the dark shuffling of figure disappearing. "He was there" Connor said pointing, "I think he knows who we are. All of us" he added staring at the empty passage. "Connor!" Evan said getting his attention, "You understand the danger we are in now?" he asked, "I feel he will present himself to us all soon". "Yes" Connor replied, "But what did he mean about Christian?" he asked looking scared and worried. "I have to admit Connor, I am not sure what he meant" Evan said looking over at Christian. "Can you read him?" Connor asked almost pleading with him. "Not now Connor, we need to get out and to safety" Evan replied, "We go to my mother’s place to keep safe" he said. Connor looked at him with a scared look "Evan, do you think he is angry at us for rescuing Jacob and Christian?". "Most probably not happy I guess!" Evan remarked with an ironic smile, "I don't want to stay here and find out though". Connor nodded and they picked Christian up off the bed and Ivan carried his limp body to the SUV. Gregor watched them from a distance, laughing to himself as they all looked nervously over their shoulders. His attention drawn to a vehicle coming down the road, he moved swiftly and stood in the road then dissipated before the drivers eyes. Aria swerved her car running off the road and coming to a stop. The noise getting their attention as they car crashed in to a ditch. “We should go help” Connor said looking over at Evan. “No” Evan replied, “We cannot help her” he said holding Connor back and nodding that she had got out of the car. “He might be trying to trap us in to helping” Ivan said calling out of the car. Connor stood watching as she walked in to the road scratching her head and thinking she had hit the tall figure of a man. Now thinking she had imagined it she walked back to the top of the ditch looking down at her car. Sharply turning her head to the left seeing a flicker of a shadow in the corner of her eye. There was no one there but her skin began to crawl and she scratched her arm. Gregor sniffed and smiled picking up the scent of blood that was pure, his canine teeth extended in to sharp razor points ready to strike. His quick appearance in front of her shocking her, she was about to scream but he closed in on her with such speed, his canine fangs struck, piercing through the skin so easily and with accuracy at her carotid artery. His touch freezing her movements, he raised his head dribbling saliva in to the bite then sinking his fangs back in. The enzymes from his saliva moved quickly around hitting her heart, it began to pump harder and faster whilst relaxing her. Evan turned to Connor who had tears falling down his face watching Gregor make quick work of his victim. She could feel the pain in her heart thumping hard in her chest like it was exploding inside her, yet her body was floating on clouds in a delirious tranquil state. He was hungry and held on attached to her artery feeding away and feeling the body warmth receding inwards, the blood closing in on vital organs in preservation mode. Her eyes began protruding and her cheeks sank in, her heart with nothing to pump stopped. Gregor Kovalek released her flinging the now lifeless body to the ground. He felt strong again closing his eyes, commanding his slave to appear. "What is wrong?" Connor asked looking at Evan. Evan turned to face him "Seeing him" he said slowly, "It sent a chill up my spine watching him like that" he added turning back to look, "We need to go". Evan pulled Connor in to the SUV and they drove off, he looked completely stunned witnessing a real vampire at work. What freaked him the most was how quickly it had all happened. Within minutes Marcin appeared in his van and began clearing the body and towing her car away. Gregor disappeared in his mist with his swirling coat and went back to the guest house, he watched the vehicle pulling out of the car park and heading in the direction of Alterman house. Moving at great speed across the fields arriving quickly and long before the vehicle. The SUV slowed down having got clear of the guest house and turned on to the road leading up Grazie's house. Evan just got off the phone with his mother who was ready for them to arrive. In the front Ivan and Evan saw him and Ivan slammed the breaks on as Gregor presented himself to all of them, standing in the road staring at them. Ivan looked at Evan who nodded. "What have we stopped for?" Tomas asked looked to the front, "No way!" he said. Connor looked "Kovalek" he said, "Is he hunting us down?" he asked. Tomas was shaking his head "He has presented himself openly" he said sounding worried, "I can't believe how much you both look alike". "What do we do?" Ivan asked noticing Evan holding the bottle of holy water. He looked at Ivan "There is only thing we can do" Evan said nodding. Ivan nodded back "Make sure you are ready" he replied quietly then kissing Evan on the cheek. "What is going on?" Connor asked looking worried at their behaviour. "Connor. Keep your head down and cover your neck" Evan said and Tomas covered Jacob and Christian. "Like this" Tomas said looking at Connor, "Don't ask questions just do it" he commanded. Connor nodded and bent over covering his neck just as Ivan floored the accelerator pedal speeding towards Gregor. He vanished in to the swirl of dark mist shattering the windscreen and sending glass everywhere and entering the vehicle. Ivan gargled and clasped the side of his neck in excruciating pain and losing control of the SUV. Gregor manifested just enough of a finger so that his nail sliced and embedded in to Ivan's carotid artery. The rear windscreen shattered in a blast with his exit. Evan held the steering wheel trying to retain control whilst pulling the hand brake up. The SUV ground to halt half across the road. He quickly pulled Ivan over, he stared at Evan with blood pouring out of his neck. Evan clearly upset poured the holy water over the wound watching it fizzle and sizzle until the finger nail appeared, he flicked it away and the bleeding stopped instantly. Tomas came round and opened the door looking in. "He lost a lot of blood" Tomas said looking at the mess and just as upset as Evan. Evan nodded "He will need to rest a few days I reckon" he said kissing Ivan on the mouth. Softly Ivan raised a finger and stroked Evan's face "Thank you" he said closing his eyes. Tomas and Evan carried him around the boot of the car laying him down with Christian who was still unconscious and now covered in bile from vomiting in his. Evan told Connor to keep an eye on them both and to keep Christian on his side, he nodded understanding what he was being asked. Tomas jumped in to the driver seat waiting for Evan when a few feet away the dark swirl of mist rapidly grew and Gregor appeared walking towards Evan. “Oh my god not again” Evan said sounding scared himself. "The seer" Gregor said with a malicious look, "Give me the pure blood and save yourselves whilst you have the chance". Evan stepped back "Gregor Kovalek" he said as his voice broke, "You will never have the pure blood". Connor looked out of the car and in a fit of rage he jumped out "Come and get me you bastard!" he shouted angrily striding towards Gregor. Gregor smiled "With pleasure" he replied vanishing in to his dark mist. He looked around "Scared of me?" Connor shouted in the night air as the mist swirled inches from him. His fangs out hissing at Connor who fell to his knees cowering in fright "Scared of you!" Gregor laughed. Connor moved his arms from his head and looked up at him "Stand up and face me! Gregor demanded. He stood up nervously facing Gregor "Connor come away now!" Evan called out to him. Gregor stood in touching distance "Our likeness is astonishing" he said sniffing the air, "Your blood is what I have sought". Connor's skin crawled as he stepped back as Gregor kept moving forwards "Speak the words" Gregor said, "Then it ends". He shook his head "Join me in eternal life" Gregor said keeping a careful watch on Evan. Connor looked over his shoulder "Will you promise to leave them all alone?" he asked. Gregor smiled "You are in no position to make requests" he replied clearly, "I will pick them off one by one until you give yourself to me". Inside he was bricking himself standing so close to this vampire that was his relation by some weird coincidence. Standing a few inches taller than him but they could have been mistaken for bothers. Connor looked at his face finding the creature so sexually stunning in his looks, it was putting him off and he started to feel quite calm standing there. He looked down at his hand noticing it was bleeding a little from a cut on his knuckle from protecting himself. Suddenly he remembered the words that Kovalek could not take the pure blood. "Connor!" Evan called over to him panicking, "He cannot take your blood without the words" he said. Connor turned to Evan "I don't know what the god dam words are" he shouted clearly stumped at the remark. Gregor leaned in so close it unnerved Connor "I willingly offer you my blood" he whispered, "That is all you have to say and it will end right now". "Is that it?" Connor asked, "Is that all this is, six words you need me to say?" he asked feeling Gregor's breath. "Six small words" Gregor whispered in his ear, "Then you and I can exist together". Gregor moved his head below Connor's ear closing in on his neck, Connor sighed feeling all fuzzy and warm in some erotic seduction. It was like he could feel Gregor sinking his fangs in to his neck opening up a whole new world to him. Two ancestors drawn together from dark and light, did he really know all along his destiny was to bring him here to this point in time? Connor reached down and took off his crucifix, Evan moved but Connor held his hand up. This was something he had to do and Gregor now kissed his neck softly, almost tasting the purity of the blood running through those veins beneath the skin. The temptation was mighty but he dare not break in to the carotid artery without being offered it verbally. Something strange began to happen as Connor moved his head around and kissed Gregor on the lips. Gregor smirked "You feel how our bodies are connected?" he asked softly. "Yes" Connor replied feeling seduced by his presence, he could also feel a strong bond pulling them together. "I enjoyed fucking your friend through you last night" Gregor said with an evil laugh, "He survived my attempt to get you to kill him". "I will never kill Christian" Connor replied softly feeling the power of his seduction creeping in to his body. Connor shook his head and looked at him "I dare you to bite me and take it by force" he said toying with Gregor. Gregor whispered "You silly boy, you have no idea what you are messing with" he said stepping a few paces back, " "Is that so" Connor replied in a whisper stepping closer, "You underestimate me" he said. Gregor sniffed moving his mouth closer, his canine fangs extended out further in anticipation. Gregor licked the side of his neck and Connor moaned as his neck tingled going cold then numb. His body and mind suddenly became even more aroused, his cock hardening quickly. He wanted to make love to Gregor so wild and passionately that it was hurting him badly. Gregor knew this and he looked over at Evan displaying an evil grin then opened his mouth wide displaying his fangs, he closed in quickly and Connor screamed feeling the sharp fangs piercing in to his skin quickly and sinking all the way in. Flashes of them making love had him wrapping his arms around Gregor grinding his cock up against him, every part of his body heightened with an evil exoticness he had never experienced before. Evan ran over but Gregor lifted his head away. He took no blood and stepped back laughing at Connor who fell to his knees clutching his neck and crying in agony. Gregor had shown him the pain and lust of playing with him without taking any blood. Connor looked up at him wiping the wound yet there was no blood, the erotic desire lessening in his body. Realising what Gregor just inflicted and what it was going feel like he found his arousal surging again, he got to his feet facing Gregor and stared in to the icy blue eyes. For almost a minute he stood there transfixed on Gregor's eyes and unable to break eye contact until Gregor blinked and laughed. He was a fool playing it so dangerously and his thoughts returned to his own, managing to wipe some of the blood from his knuckle on the tip of his finger. He stared at Gregor again and was instantly pulled in kissing Gregor on the lips. His action received openly by Gregor who kissed him back. Connor kissed him again only this time harder and pushed his tongue in to his mouth, he was hoping to run his tongue over the fangs, pushing it up until they pierced his tongue yet they were gone. He had only normal teeth now. Connor tried to push him away but Gregor quickly wrapped his arms around Connor's body knowing full well what he was trying to do. He now forced Connor in to a kiss that was delivered with vigour, a softness then surrounded him swallowing some of Gregor's saliva. Everything seemed to glow warmly and his body arched forward desperate to be closer. Gregor's arms tightened around him and Connor suddenly felt a coldness spreading through his body, his heat was being transferred to Gregor. His hold tight, his lips crushing against Connor who was losing all self-control. Those precious few moments saw his mind open like a book before a tingling numbness began taking over, his blood moving from his external layers and concentrating inwards to his vital organs to keep him alive. His body temperature began to plummet and he was beginning feel a drowsiness encroaching, he slowly raised his hand and the bloodied finger getting closer to Gregor's mouth. Through the kiss he saw his nostrils move sucking air in before quickly moving his face away and breaking the kiss joining them together, he had smelt the blood. Connor held on then jabbed his finger towards Gregor's mouth wiping the blood on his lips. Gregor let out a high pitch scream and struck Connor hard sending him flying some ten feet off the ground, dropping his crucifix on the road and landing in a ditch on the other side of the road. When Evan turned around Gregor had vanished, he ran over to the road and found Connor laying there dazed with blood dripping from his nose. Tomas started the SUV and drove over to where Evan was helping Connor to his feet. "That was incredibly stupid of you" Evan said looking annoyed with him. Connor smiled then winced "I know" he replied smiling unable to stand up, "I know his weakness". Evan pulled Connor out of the ditch "You was lucky it was not seen as willing" he said. Connor shivered and began to feel sleepy "My body is so cold" he said falling in to Evan's arms. Tomas called them to hurry up. Evan steadied Connor on his feet as he came around again, his body temperature began slowly rising. Apart from nursing a bruised ego and deep wounds on his neck Connor was okay and they got back in to the SUV driving the last mile to Evan's family home. Grazie fussed around seeing to Christian and putting him in a room with plastic sheeting on the bed, Tomas said he would stay and watch over him, he was still out of it and a steady small trickle of urine flowed constantly. Jacob was almost back to full consciousness but his body still ached from being confined so long in the cage. Connor walked in to the room and sat beside Christian when Evan appeared, the realised by how badly Christian was constantly urinating that he must have taken a lot of the drink. Ivan was okay and sleeping to get his energy level back. Connor joined Evan and Grazie in the lounge just as he was handing the small bottle over to his mother. "Can you tell what is in there?" he asked his mother. Grazie smelt it "I will see" she replied, "I thought you would have been able to tell" she said. "No" Evan replied, "It is a dark liquid that is all I can see" he added. Grazie nodded and began getting all sorts of liquids out from a cupboard and explained to Connor that she was chemical scientist from her education. They sat talking whilst she worked away writing things down and running numerous little analysis experiments. It was early morning when Grazie walked over with her notepad "Right it contains high concentrates of blackcurrant antioxidants. Dandelion leaf which is a diuretic hence why he is urinating a lot. Valerian, theanine and rhodiola to induce sleep, arnica oil is present in very potent levels to render your muscles in to a useless state. Salvia divinorum to induce mind controlling hallucinations. The main ingredients though are tinospora cordifolia and phyllanthus emblica, they are blood purifying botanicals" she said closing her notepad. "What can we give him?" Connor asked hoping she had a cure. "Nothing, it has to takes it course through his body" Grazie replied, "What was he like?" she asked. Connor looked at her "Taller than me. We do have the same looks" he said and she nodded. "We must regroup and plan" Evan said, "Once Christian is back on his feet" he added. "You must take Jacob with you now, he will not be safe with Kovalek around" Grazie informed them. She looked at the puncture marks on Connor's neck "It hurt" he said, "I think he wanted to show me how much it would hurt". "Very clever not to draw blood though" Grazie said looking at him, "You must all go to the land of perpetual daylight". Connor and Evan looked at her and nodded understanding that they should head to Svalbard where the sun would not set until late August giving them a few months of safety. Once there they were to look up Johan and Ingrid Ulvan. Connor went to see how Christian was doing and returned his crucifix around his neck. Almost immediately Christian moaned in agony and his skin began blistering where the crucifix lay. Tomas quickly tore it from Christian's neck and the blisters vanished. "Christian has some form of curse on him or he took blood from Marcin" Tomas asked looking at Connor. "Evan!" Connor called at he appeared at the door "Please read him, something is not right". Evan nodded and walked inside sitting on the bed taking his hand in his, it was a tense few minutes until Evan could finally get in to Christians thoughts and read what had happened "It was going well, they talked and flirted. His head free of radical thinking the more he drank and became seduced by his looks and charm". Evan moaned clenching his hand tighter "Erotic thoughts, his fingers running up his body, unable to stop his desire to mate with him. For he knows not of the consequences. Penetrated and sexual orgasm his seminal plasma passed between their bodies. His body accepting copulation received the plasma that now marks him, for he has no protection from Christ. His body no longer able to protect himself for Christ will burn on his skin". Evan let go of his hand and looked at Connor like he was out of his depth in understanding parts of it. Connor nodded "Seminal plasma is made from blood plasma" he said looking at them both. "He took Marcin's bodily fluids, he no longer has protection like us" Evan confirmed. Tomas looked at Christian "Marcin has Gregor's blood, but how can he be around in daytime?" he asked. "Easy" Grazie said appearing at the door, "There are two blood curses, drink the blood you gain eternal life to serve is one of the curses". "But not a full vampire like Kovalek?" Connor asked looking at her and she nodded, "And the other one?" he asked already feeling he knew. "Cursing the body to darkness" Grazie said, "Turning them in to a vampire". Tomas stood up "Can we change the pads and open a window, the smell is bad?" he asked. Grazie nodded "The toxins in his blood are being excreted, it will smell for several hours". Connor leaned over and kissed Christian on the head then walked back through the house and went outside to get some air. His finger went up to feel the wound inflicted by Gregor, standing their looking out across the fields the night air was now so normal and quiet. Evan came outside walking towards Connor, without saying a word he hugged him. They all had such a close call with Gregor this evening and neither one of them was fooled that this was going to be easy. Evan reached in to his pocket pulling the bottle of holy water out, dapping some on his fingers he carefully smeared it over the wound. Connor flinched and the holes began to shrink. "We will need to go to the church in the morning and get more" Evan said looking in his eyes. Connor nodded "If all of you hadn't been there this evening it would have ended" he said. Evan smiled "Had me worried when he kissed you" he said putting the bottle back in his pocket. "Did it make you jealous?" Connor asked jokingly. Evan lowered his eyes "No" he said softly, "Vampires are rumoured to be able to charm and seduce victims if needed" he said. "My body changed Evan, in that moment" Connor said, "Touching him in that way did things to me". Evan put his arm around Connor "Did you get in to his head, see anything?" he asked softly. "No. But he had me Evan, my body was aroused so intensely though" Connor replied looking worried. Evan looked him in the eye "You see why those closest to you would never be safe?". Connor nodded and looked up at the sky "I wanted him to bite me again and again" he said nervously, "It turned me on so much". Evan nodded "Tell me what it felt like when he bit you?" he asked. "Piercing pain at first" Connor replied, "Then my body was taken over by a sensuality, it...It felt amazing". Connor stretched his neck side to side as they looked at each other quite intimately. He knew Evan was lying about the jealousy bit by the way he lowered his eyes shyly when speaking. Their heads moved closer and they kissed with such a tenderness it caught both of them by surprise. Connor kissed him again and smiled "You know those close to me are in danger" he said softly. Evan nodded "He has seen me, he knows I am a seer and close to you now" he replied. Their mouths closed in and they kissed for several minutes, their hands wandering down inspecting each other’s cocks. The voice of Grazie coming from the house breaking their intimate moment, both knowing nothing could happen tonight in Evan's family home. "Are you coming back inside?" Evan asked letting go of him. "In a moment" Connor replied, "I need to think, this has been a crazy day" he said. Evan stopped and turned to look at him "You said you know his weakness?" he asked. Connor nodded "I saw it Evan. But I can't remember. He has somehow blocked it in my head". Evan nodded and walked back inside leaving the door open and affording a dappled light to shine on the porch. Gregor stood out of view in the field a few meters away from the house watching them, his lips had finally regenerated, it took much longer than usual for his body to regenerate. He knew the blood from his ancestor was dangerous but never expected it to slow down the regeneration properties of his own blood. Suddenly he saw Connor step off the porch walking along the path. Connor looked ahead of him in each direction checking for any sign of Gregor but it looked so tranquil in the evening air. He paused picking up two sticks ready to make a cross out of them, passing through the gate out of safety he stood there and looked around again. Clearing his head and closing his eyes he summoned Gregor Kovalek with his thoughts to appear. Connor opened his eyes thinking he must be starting to lose it summoning someone with his thoughts. Just then a light chill of a breeze caressed his face and a dark mass of mist appeared so quickly almost pulling him in, Gregor now stood there before him. Connor took a step back but looked at him "You summoned me" Gregor said, "Are you ready?" he asked. He shook his head in disbelief "You heard me?" Connor asked looking confused. Gregor smiled stepping close "Are you offering yourself to me?" he asked sniffing the air. "Not a chance" Connor replied trying to steady his voice despite the nerves wrecking his body. Gregor smirked "Then why did you summon me?" he asked as Connor raised the sticks forming a cross. Gregor looked at them and laughed grabbing Connor's arms "You fool" he said. Connor felt the chill in his arms and dropped the sticks, Gregor pulled him forward bringing their faces so close that he could feel the warmth from Connor's breath. With no time to think Connor moaned feeling the coldness of his lips running softly across his own, his lips parting slightly allowing Gregor to kiss him. The arms began closing around his body locking them together, Connor wanted to break free but his body was seduced by his power and presence. The kiss went on and on in a strange passionate way, his mind emptied of all thoughts he now began hungrily kissing Gregor back, his groin pushing forward in a desperate sexual desire. Gregor let go and stepped back laughing and watching Connor. It took a few seconds to realise that the kiss was over yet his body still performed to the air around him. Connor stopped and looked lost "What... What the fuck are you doing to me?" he asked angrily. "Showing you the power I already have over you" Gregor replied, "You belong to me, always have and always will". Connor suddenly wondered if this was an opportunity to have a sensible conversation with a vampire. There was curiousness in him and he needed answers to from what had happened over the last few days. "The other night. When you got in my head, why did you do that?" Connor asked. Gregor sighed erotically "When you were copulating with a man in your bedroom?" he asked. Connor nodded staring at him "The sin of men fornicating" Gregor said erotically, "So arousing, wrong but arousing". "It might have been when you were alive" Connor remarked, "Why did you?" he asked him again, "Why invade me like that?". Gregor smirked "To discover you" he said moving closer, "I felt your sexual energy in my body". "If you do it again I will come for you!" Connor spoke in defiant voice. Gregor smiled "Then I will copulate with you" he replied, "You are too weak to fight me, the time will come when you beg me to end this". Connor stepped back "Never!" he replied adamantly. Gregor laughed "When those close fall one by one you will crawl to me on your knees and beg me to stop and speak the six words" he said. Gregor grabbed Connor by the head and felt a surge of energy flash in to his head causing him to let go instantly. Gregor closed his eyes, his ancestor had a slight gift he was to discover. Opening his eyes he realised that Connor has transferred deep thoughts to him, he had uncovered enough and that Connor lived in Chalfont Forits, he could see vivid images of the village and the house he lived in. Then a large manor house with crumbling walls and an old man living a solitude life. Connor fell to his knees holding his head in pain then gradually looked up at Gregor standing over him. "I have all I need for now" Gregor said smiling, "You need to control your mind Connor Barton". Connor held on to Gregor getting to his feet "Connor!" Evan shouted running down the path. Gregor looked over "Ah the seer" he said turning Connor to face Evan, "Should I destroy him first, the one with the power of visions?". Connor held his hand up to stop Evan approaching "Stay there he shouted" at Evan. Gregor pulled Connor to his fee and licked the side of his neck "So young, so tender. Maybe I finish Christian off first, he means more to you". Connor turned to face him "Don't you dare touch him!" he said looking angry. Gregor smiled "Your weakness is him. Not to worry he has been marked by my servant, nothing can protect him now". "What did you do to him?" Connor asked, "Tell me please?" he pleaded. "Cursed seed flowed in to his youthful body. Ridding him of any redemption" Gregor replied. Connor went to hit Gregor but he grabbed his hand "I will destroy all those around you, one by one" Gregor snarled. "Leave Christian alone!" Connor shouted angrily as the fear rose in him for his safety. Gregor smirked "Christian is more valuable at my side" he said nodding, "He will be the one to bring you to me" he said. His arms wrapped around Connor "When only you stand you will join me for we are alike" Gregor added. “I will fight you Gregor, you can be sure of that” Connor replied. Gregor laughed “So brave yet you use not your birth name. Maksim Berkhoff is who you really are”. Connor felt a comfort in his arms despite the coldness entering his body, washing away all his thoughts until only Gregor mattered. He sought Gregor's mouth kissing him again, his power of seduction too strong to fight off. Evan moved closer as Gregor latched on sealing their mouths. He breathed in through his mouth sucking the air out of Connor's body. His arms punching against Gregor as he felt a void washing over his cold body, he blacked out falling to the ground. Gregor looked at Evan and smiled then disappeared in to the dense dark mist. Evan ran over and picked Connor up taking him back in to the safety of the house and wrapping him in a blanket waiting for him to come round. Reappearing in the entrance hall of Vadimov mansion his body so overrun with sexual thoughts that he took a while to notice that Marcin was standing there. Gregor looked at him with a questioning look. "The female body and car is disposed of" Marcin said bowing as he stood in front of his master. "I was close to the one you marked" Gregor said, "I could clearly smell him, you did a good job". "Thank you master" Marcin replied, "And did you see him? The pure blood?" he asked. "Yes, he is weak and no match for me" Gregor replied, "His head is confused and seduces easily". Marcin smiled "They are all fools, bumbling around with no idea of what they are dealing with". "Indeed" Gregor said, "We must go to England, to Chalfont Fortis, that is his home". "I will begin making arrangements" Marcin replied bowing his head. "No, there is another task you must do first. Secure the Chalfont Weir estate" Gregor told him. Marcin nodded understanding him "Do whatever it takes to secure it" Gregor added. "It will be my pleasure master" Marcin replied bowing, "I will not let you down". Gregor nodded "For now we need to resurrect your brothers to protect me" he said. Marcin bowed as Gregor moved like he was floating towards the staircase down to the crypt.

New story. I'll be releasing 2 parts. I might write more if enough men like it. Hope it isn't going too dark. Maybe you'll want it to go darker. Let me know. _______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Part 1 Some may say that what I do is wrong. Some may say it’s unethical. Some may say it twists the laws of nature unnaturally. They’d be right. That doesn’t mean I’ll stop. I stood at the bar of Club Baridos, drinking a beer, watching as a hoard of college students danced. It was spring break, and every year there was an influx of uninhibited kids looking for a good time. Busses shuttled them here from all over the country, sometimes all over the globe. We had alcohol, drugs, sex. There wasn’t anything else they could want, meaning we attracted thousands at a time. This was good for me because I liked having a selection. I originally stopped at the club to pass along some “contraband” to the owner, a friend who often tipped me off to suggestible young men looking for a “daddy” to take control for a few hours. I wasn’t for hire. I just had an insatiable need to fuck. At this time in my life, money meant little. The contraband was just for fun. The only need I had was to have my bare cock buried deep in a man’s ass. I’d already fucked a student that morning, a young man from UCLA, a Junior studying business. I think his name was Keith. I didn’t ask what he studied or where he went. I also didn’t want to know his name. He told me all of this because he had gotten nervous once I got him back to my place. Clearly, he had been new to the whole “bottom” thing. He wasn’t new anymore. I broke him in like a pro. I also made sure he left with a parting gift. He had been a good fuck, even if his talents hadn’t developed yet. Still, there’s nothing like slamming your dick so far up into a man’s body that their eyes roll back, their heads contort backwards, every muscle and vein in their neck straining as they try to breathe. Their hands grasp at either the sheets or my arms which hold them down. For most, their dicks, which I make sure are left untouched, are rock hard and shooting cum along their stomachs. If I’ve done a very good job, they’re shooting up to their chins, sometimes shooting into their mouths which are open in silent screams of ecstasy. Even with that morning fuck, I was ready for more. I turned away from the crowd in the club and looked into a mirror mounted on the wall. I lifted the tight sleeve of my left arm and could see the faint markings of my biohazard tattoo. In dim lighting, it was almost unnoticeable. When I’m fucking a chaser, I don’t mind if it’s seen. Most of the time, that’s when the tattoo is at its darkest. For now, it was fairly faded, proving my dick had been doing its job well. One more fuck and it would be absent for nearly a year, their time now mine. These “innocent” lives used to give me more time, my tattoo fading for years at a time, their expected years left lasting only a fraction of what they used to now. Times had changed. My days were lessening, even when I passed them off to someone else momentarily. I never got the same amount of time for each guy. Every fuck was a gamble. Good thing I'm addicted to both fucking and gambling. Sound fucked up? It is, but that’s the kind of man I am. All I had to do now was find the guy. Whose time would be running out, becoming my own? I scanned the room, watching the dancing students, and immediately spotted a young man who was standing at the outer edge of the dancefloor, his eyes focused on the movement at the center of the club. The lights gleamed in his eyes, the neon strobes revealing a bright smile. There was stubble across his face, just enough to allude to the fact that he could grow a full beard if he wanted. His black hair was cut short on the sides and styled on top. My mind instantly imagined what it would be like to have my hands running through his hair, grabbing tight, and forcing my dick down his throat. He wore a button-down shirt with the top three buttons undone, revealing what looked to be a defined chest covered in hair. I had nothing against men who shaved, but I preferred men to look natural, rugged. These college students were at their prime, their bodies proving them to be adults while their minds were still wired to act on impulses. They were the perfect choice for me, and this young man was my selection. I made my way through the crowd, my eyes focused on him. I caught the eyes of several lusting individuals. Standing at six foot four, I’m usually the tallest in the room. My wide, strong shoulders and muscular arms take up space and attract attention. I know my greatest asset is my body, so I keep myself in shape. Having once been in the military, I found I looked good with shorter hair, and it gave me a look of dominance. I was the picture of the perfect alpha, even turning other alphas around and fucking the dominance out of them. To put it plainly, I was the definition of sexy. I was the definition of a predator. I moved myself until I was standing next to the young man, my presence unnoticed by him so far. He was distracted by those dancing, his foot tapping along with the music. “Don’t you like to dance?” I asked, making sure my voice could be heard without having to yell. He turned to me, curious to why a stranger was making conversation with him, and then smiled once he saw who was trying to gain his attention. “Not really,” he said, his voice cracking for a moment. He looked embarrassed, something which I found adorable. I also knew he would be easy to convince. “I’m surprised your girlfriend isn’t dragging you out there against your will,” I said. “I don’t have a girlfriend,” he said. “Oh, sorry.” “Actually,” he said, looking me over, as if noticing me for the first time. “I’m gay.” “I see,” I said, having already known this. It was easy to tell, at least for me. I could always tell if a man was straight, gay, bi, or whatever. Even if he were straight, it would only add a few extra minutes of convincing to get him on his back, legs up, hole open, his dick ignored. Him being gay and seeing how he kept glancing up at me, his six foot frame the perfect height to admire my chiseled features, I knew it would take little convincing to get him where I wanted him. It was where he wanted to be too, he just didn’t know it yet. “I’m amazed none of the drunk twinks have thrown themselves at your feet just to suck your dick.” His eyes grew wide at the thought, a slight smile turning his mouth. “I’m not… uhm… I’m not very good with… all that.” “All what?” I asked. I knew how I looked to this young man. I looked concerned, caring, genuinely interested in what he was saying and why. Practice makes perfect. He opened his mouth to answer, but I could tell his shyness was getting the best of him. Even though he oozed sex appeal, clearly his confidence was lacking. This was perfect for me. “What?” I asked. “Sex?” A wide grin filled his face as his cheeks grew red. “Uh, yeah. Basically.” I scoffed. “Yeah right,” I told him. “I’m sure men are throwing themselves at you all the time.” “Not really,” he said. “Well, that can’t be true,” I said. “I mean, look at you.” With my words, he started to look himself over, as if my recognition of him was presenting himself to him for the first time. “I’d take my chance asking you out if I was younger,” I said. “You know, more your type.” His smile faded a bit. “What’s my type?” “Like I said, twinks. Those thin men, youthful, hairless. The type who look as if they haven’t hit puberty yet, but are actually legal.” As I painted him a picture, I saw his face turn in disgust. It was almost too easy. “I don’t like those type of guys,” he said, making sure he made his point. “Oh really? And what kind of men do you like?” “I like,” he said, looking me over, eyes taking in every inch of my body, “you.” “Really?” I said, grinning. “Like you,” he quickly corrected, embarrassed again. “Men like you. That’s what I meant. I like men like you.” “What? Old?” “No,” he said, a bit of his confidence returning. “Older. Older than me. Thirties. Forties. How old are you?” “Older than you,” I said, winking. Though I doubt he noticed, I watched as his tongue stuck out for a brief moment, wetting his lips. “I don’t like hairless guys or scrawny guys.” “So, someone with your body type?” I asked, reaching out a hand and opening the top of his shirt a bit, looking at his strong, hairy chest. “Yeah,” he said, eyes looking down at my hand, nearly touching him but painfully apart. “But stronger. Bigger. You know, like I said. Someone like you.” I moved my hand back to my side, noticing how his body leaned toward me, trying to get closer to reclaim the space I’d taken away. “Well, I don’t know if you’ll find many men like that here,” I said, looking through the club. “But, you’re here,” he said. I looked down at him, watching as the lights gleamed in his lusting eyes. I smiled. “I am,” I said. I had him. ** My apartment wasn’t far, and the walk there was quick as I felt the anticipation of the young man growing, his pace moving us along. “What’s your name?” he asked me as we climbed the stairs to my apartment. “Hunter,” I said, smiling. If he only knew, he’d understand the irony in my name. “What’s yours?” “Austin,” he said. “Sexy name,” I told him, leading him down the hall. I opened the door and motioned him inside, watching as he crossed the point of no return. I had a nice apartment. It wasn’t too flashy, but it wasn’t a mess. I routinely had men over, so I had to make sure everything looked nice. He looked around, taking everything in. “Do you want a drink?” I asked him. “Whiskey,” he said, the word sounding almost foreign coming out of his mouth. I would have guessed that he’d only been twenty-one for a short period, and I had the feeling that he hadn’t been one to drink anything harder than beer while in high school. The excitement of being here along with the drink would send him into overdrive, delivering him into my hands easily. I made him his drink, making sure there was a considerable amount of whiskey, my own drink having less. I wanted a clear head. He drank his drink quickly, whatever nerves he was feeling quickly silenced. “Another?” I asked, sipping mine. “I’m fine,” he said, handing me the glass, eyes wide as the alcohol still burned through his system. I put our glasses down and reached out to him, grabbing his sides, pulling him closer to me. “You are fucking gorgeous,” I told him, looking down into his face, my eyes moving down to his chest. “I’m glad I got to you first before anyone else did. I probably wouldn’t have stood a chance otherwise.” His hands moved up along my chest, feeling my heartbeat beneath. He looked in my eyes and leaned forward, pushing his lips against mine. His mouth opened up for me without protest, his need for me to accept him breaking down whatever barriers he’d normally have in place. He desperately needed me to want him, unable to recognize that I had wanted him even before he’d seen me. I wrapped my arms around his body, pulling him against me, our chests pressed together, strained gasps for air adding extra force. His crotch pressed against mine, and I could feel his dick already fully hard and rubbing against my own erection. Our need to explore each other grew in intensity, his hands moving down my body and grabbing at my shirt. “Wait,” I said, breaking our kiss. I took his hand and led him down the hallway to my bedroom where I turned on the dim lights I knew would be able to hide the faded remnants of my tattoo. “That’s better.” He tried kissing me again, but I lifted a hand and rested a finger against his lips, giving him a wink. I unbuttoned my shirt, revealing my strong, muscled, hairy chest beneath, but I kept it on, my tattoo still a secret. His eyes drifted down my chest, following the thick trail of hair which continued down below my jeans. Once again, his tongue darted out, licking his lips. “Disappointed?” I asked. He looked into my eyes and shook his head. “No,” he said. “Actually, I’m worried you’ll be disappointed in me.” “That can’t be farther from the truth,” I said, stepping toward him and taking his shirt in hand, my fingers unbuttoning until his chest and abs were revealed. He too sported a trail of hair down to his pants, and I was sure with age it would thicken (would have thickened), rivaling even mine. I moved my hands beneath the shirt and over his shoulders, causing the shirt to slip off. His body was even hotter than I imagined. He clearly went to the gym, but he wasn’t overly muscular. I imagined in his future, once college was done, he’d probably add on a few pounds around his gut and become a bear-to-be. Again, this would not happen now, not once I was done with him. Instead, he was a cub, and I was ready for more.

I don’t really usually need poppers to take cock unless it’s truly massive - but I often start an encounter with a hit anyway. I’ve come to realize now that I do it because the scent of the poppers shifts me immediately into a cumdump mindset. It’s as though that scent is a chemical reminder that says this is what you’re meant for - take it. It’s not that I have to use them heavily until I’ve altered my perception; one sniff will do it. Anyone else feel like this?

Actually I unloaded last night. Did not plan anything and run into a previous fuckbuddie while searching the net. He likes his ass getting fisted but this time he was focussed on my ass. Starting with some fingers but soon his bare cock filled my ass. This went on for about 5 hours, he just kept stuffing my ass again and again. We were both too high to give an mutual assload. So we started jerking. I was focussed on his pozcock and determined to swallow his load. He started ejaculating and within a split second his cock was totaly covered by my lips, draining it, swallowing his gift and licking some wasted drops from his belly. I felt so good being a pozsucker and proud cumsucker. I got instant hard again realizing this and unloaded my dick just after that.

I don’t get asked much anymore if I am clean. It is annoying. If you met me online my profile clearly states poz undetectable. If I am meeting you in a bathhouse or arcade you should assume everyone is poz and take whatever precautions you need. In the past couple of years if a guy asks me if I am clean (Usually while he is balls deep btw) I tell them yes. I am clean. I will suck you clean after you nut in me that’s how convenient I am. Lol.

Part 2 I first visited Berlin in the mid 90s - about five or six years after the wall came down and I can honestly say I loved it from the minute I got there. I had been to Germany many times, but, as it happened, never to Berlin. I was spending a few days in Hamburg with some straight friends and they were thinking to go to Berlin for the day and asked if I would like to go with them. I was very interested to see Berlin and agreed at once. We set off from Hamburg on a very early train and arrived in Berlin just before 9am. My friends had booked a sightseeing bus tour of Berlin and we had a quick breakfast and made our way to the pick up point. When we got on the bus, the tour guide introduced herself and said she would be our guide for the next two hours. I had not realised the tour would be so long and was not really sure I wanted to spend two hours on a bus immediately after spending two and a half on a train. However, I can honestly say that the bus tour was one of the best experiences of my life - I loved it and found Berlin absolutely fascinating. At that time, there was a real mix of old style East German buildings and infrastructure and also a lot of building works already in progress. The coach stopped at a few landmarks including the Brandenburg Gate, Checkpoint Charlie and some areas where the remnants of the wall were still standing. It was fascinating and ever since then I have loved walking through Berlin, charting the redevelopment of the former East Berlin and watching as Berlin has become even more diverse and vibrant over the years. After this, we had lunch and then wandered round Berlin. Later in the afternoon, my friends wanted to go to a gallery and we agreed I would go off by myself and explore Berlin further and then meet them a few hours later. I enjoyed my walk very much and later in the afternoon I found myself in a run down area which had quite a shopping centre and some other shops. I saw that one of the shops was a sex shop - with both straight and gay cinemas. I still had a couple of hours before I had to meet my friends, and decided to go in. I had a look round the shop and then I decided to visit the cinema and see if anything interesting was happening. I had seen a couple of guys going into the cinema while I was in the shop and thought it was definitely worth a shot so I paid my money to the rather rough looking guy on the desk and was buzzed in through the turnstile. The cinema area was a bit run down and sleazy - which suited me perfectly and, once my eyes were accustomed to the dark, I set off to explore it. There were two cinemas, the bigger one showing straight porn and the other gay porn. Quite a few guys were in the straight cinema and one quite fit guy in a smart shirt and trousers who looked to be in his mid 30s was standing at the back of the cinema with his pants down, wanking what seemed to be a fairly big, thick cock. I tried cruising him but he didn't show any interest and I made my way back to the gay cinema. In between the two cinemas was an area with four or five cubicles, all of which had gloryholes between them, and a area with some seating and a drinks machine. There was no one in the cubicles, so I got myself a drink and went for another look around. There was quite a few guys in the gay cinema now, but the only one that really interested me, a young guy in work boots and trousers was sitting with his legs spread as an older guy sucked him off and I watched them until he shot his load in to the other guy's mouth and then pulled up his pants and left. I went back out into the recess area and the guy I had seen earlier wanking in the straight cinema was standing near the booths. His pants were still down and he was playing with his cock. He looked at me and I didn't hesitate - I moved over towards him and went down on his cock. I had realised by now that guys were getting horned up in the straight cinema and then coming through to the gay part to get off. I sucked him for a while and I could tell he was getting close. Then he tapped me on the shoulder and indicated to me to stand up. I thought he was going to take me into one of the cubicles to let me finish him off, but he motioned to me to bend over the back of one of the seats. I was really turned on now, and I turned round, pulled my pants right down and bent over the back of the seat. The guy moved in behind me and almost immediately I felt him pull my arse cheeks apart and rub something on my hole. Then I felt the head of his cock pushing against my arsehole. I reached round and felt his cock, partly to help him get it up my arse and partly to see if he was wearing a condom. I had only recently started fucking without condoms after many many years of practising safe sex and I was still nervous about it, especially about letting guys fuck me without a condom. I was really turned on to find out that he wasn't wearing a condom and I bent forward as I felt his big, thick cock pushing it's way right up my arse. Once he was fully up me, he didn't waste any time - he took hold of my hips and began to fuck me quite hard - clearly just wanting to get off. He fucked me really well, and as I looked round, I saw that we now had an audience of three or four guys, who were watching and wanking. I was really turned on by the whole experience. I had been so careful for so long and now I was letting a guy fuck me without a condom in front of anyone who wanted to watch. I could tell the guy fucking me was getting really close now and after a few more hard thrusts, he shot his load right up my arse. When he pulled out, I heard one of the guys remark on how stupid it was to fuck without a condom, but I didn't care. A short time later, I was standing near the cubicles when a good looking black guy came out the straight cinema. He looked at me and then went into one of the gloryhole cubicles. I was even hornier now and I wasted no time in entering the next cubicle. His cock came through the hole almost immediately and soon I was sucking on another nice big thick cock. I sucked him for a while and then he pulled his cock back and motioned to me to put mine through the hole. I let him suck me for a while and then I pulled back and his cock came back through the hole. I turned round, took hold of his cock and positioned it against my arse. He didn't move as I slowly pushed my arse back on his bare cock until it was fully up me. He just waited a minute and then began to thrust his cock up my arse. I was even more turned on now. When I was a student I had regularly cruised public toilets and had been fucked through many gloryholes, but ten years later, most of the toilets had been closed down and most people, like me, seemed to be using condoms if they did fuck. It felt so good to be backed up to a gloryhole with my pants down and a big cock up my arse. I didn't care about the risk, I just wanted him to shoot his load right up my unprotected arse and really load me up. He gave me a really good, hard fuck and I enjoyed every minute of feeling his big thick cock thrusting hard up my arse and, as another cock came through the hole on the other side of the cubicle, I bent forward and took it into my mouth - I had not been so turned on for a very long time. The guy in my mouth shot his load first and then I felt the black guy start to cum in my arse. It was one of those rare occasions where I could actually feel the cum pumping into my arse and I shot my load out all over the floor of the cubicle. The black guy pulled his cock back through the hole and a few minutes later, he left the cubicle. I sat down on the bench at the back of the cubicle to get my breath back and then I pulled my pants up and opened the cubicle door. The guy who had been on the desk in the shop had come into the cinema and he was heading straight for me. He indicated towards the cubicle I had just come out of and at first I thought he was going to enter the next one but he followed me in and pushed me gently forward. I didn't resist as his hands went round to the front of my jeans and I let him unzip my jeans and pull them down, along with my pants. I let him bend me forward and then I felt his cock pushing straight up my arse. I have to be honest, he was probably one of the sleaziest, least attractive guys I have ever let fuck me but, just in that moment, I didn't care - my arse was on offer for anyone who wanted to fuck it. I wondered if one of the guys had told him on the way out that I was an easy fuck and this thought turned me on even more. The guy thrust up my arse and after just about ten or twelve thrusts, he added his load to the two I already had up my arse. He zipped up immediately and left the cinema, leaving me with my pants down and my arse loaded with even more cum - a very horny introduction to Berlin! There was no sign of the guy when I left the cinema - a different guy was now behind the desk - and I made my way back out on to the street. It was nearly time to meet my friends for an early dinner before we travelled back to Hamburg so I made my way to the restaurant. As I sat at the table with my friends, I felt the cum starting to slide out into my underpants so I quickly excused myself and headed for the toilet. I just got my pants down in time as three loads of cum made their way out of my arse. We had a really nice meal and then caught a late train back to Hamburg. It had been a very long day but I had enjoyed every single moment of it. I fell asleep on the train and when I woke up, I realised that more cum had slid out into my pants. I knew it would not be too long before I visited Berlin again. A few months later, I was back in Berlin, having booked myself a few nights in a budget hotel, and I set off happily to explore the city. On the Friday, I wandered through the streets for hours, feeling relaxed and happy and enjoying every minute of it. I was feeling relaxed and happy, and also quite horny. I had really enjoyed my experience in the sex cinema a few months earlier and had every intention of visiting it again. Towards the end of the afternoon, I found what looked like a small gay bar and, in need of a rest and a cold drink, I went inside. The bar was quite quiet, but the guy behind the bar was friendly and helpful. He looked to be in his mid 20s and had curly ginger hair, a really nice smile and an incredibly fit arse, which I couldn't help noticing as he bent over to take a bottle from the lower shelf behind the bar. As I enjoyed my drink, the bar began to fill up a bit with what was obviously an after work crowd. There was a good mix of ages, some older guys and some younger. I noticed a couple of very smartly dressed guys - one was dark haired and looked to be in his mid 30s, the other was blond and a few years younger. I couldn't help noticing the dark haired guy's fit arse, which really filled out his smart trousers. I finished my drink and, before ordering another, headed to the toilet for a much needed piss. The toilets were through the back and as I headed there, the passage widened out and I noticed a door to the left which had a camouflage curtain over it. The steel door behind it was shut, and I guessed that it probably led to a darkroom which was opened later in the evening. In the recess area was what looked like a vaulting horse - a long, leather bound tube, supported by four strong wooden legs. I couldn't think what it was there for. A little later I went to the toilet again - I had noticed a couple of guys had gone through there some time ago and had not come back - and I had wondered if anything interesting was going on in the toilets. As I made my way through into the recess area, I discovered what the vaulting horse was for. A tall thin guy with his hair tied back in a pony tail was bent over the horse being fucked from behind by an older guy. I watched for a while as they fucked and when the older guy had finished, he pulled out and removed his condom. The guy with the pony tail stayed bent over the horse and I was very tempted to fuck him. I had not fucked without a condom since the last time I was in Berlin, having resolved to be more careful and not take so many chances, so I had condoms and lube in my pocket. However, at that moment, the guy pulled up his pants and wandered back through to the bar. I had another drink and, as I was finishing it, the young blond guy in the business suit went through the back. I wondered if he was up for some fun but he had obviously just gone to the toilet as he came back just a few minutes later. He said something to the dark haired guy and left. The dark haired guy went to the bar and ordered another drink. A little later the guy with the pony tail went through the back again, and just as I was about to follow, the dark haired suited guy put down his drink and made his way through the back. I waited a few minutes and then followed. The first thing I saw when I went through the back was the naked arse of the dark haired guy. His pants and trousers were down and the other guy was on his knees sucking his cock. I watched from a discreet distance for a while and then the pony tail guy stood up. He said something to the other guy who nodded, and then he pulled his pants down and bent over the horse. I moved in closer as the dark haired guy moved in behind him, took hold of his cock and pushed it against the guy's arse - without a condom. I watched as he pushed his cock right up the pony tail guy's arse and began to fuck him. I had my cock out now, wanking, and I decided that if I got the chance, I was going to go up the pony tail guy without a condom. They fucked for a bit longer and then the dark haired guy thrust his cock up the other guy a few times and then pushed right up him and I could tell from his expression he was shooting his load up the guy's arse. I was very horny now and was hoping to get my chance to fuck the pony tail guy, but once again he pulled up his pants and went back through to the bar. The dark haired guy looked at me and, as I looked at him, he pulled his pants back down and slowly bent over the horse, pushing his arse out and clearly wanting me to fuck him. I moved in behind him and he reached into his pocket and passed me a small packet. I assumed it was going to be a condom and could hardly believe my luck when it turned out to be just a small sachet of lube. I rubbed some lube into his hole and moved in behind him, with no more thoughts of playing safe. It felt so good to feel my cock in a tight arse with no condom and as I began to fuck him, he grunted and bent further forward. His arse was tight and I enjoyed every minute of fucking him and I could tell he was enjoying it too as I began to fuck him harder. He started to push his arse back against my cock and I took hold of his hips and began to fuck him as hard as I could and a few minutes later I shot what felt like a massive load of cum right up his arse. I visited the bar again on the Saturday night and the darkroom was open. The ginger barman was on duty again and once more I had a great view of his fit arse and the top of his white underpants as he bent over to fetch bottles from the lower shelves. I had a very horny time and I was surprised how many guys were fucking in the darkroom without condoms - far more cocks were being slipped up arses with no condom than I had ever seen in London at this time. I had a few drinks in the bar and, over the course of the evening, made several trips to the darkroom, fucking and being fucked without a condom and managed to get a couple of loads up my arse. One was from a guy who was obviously one half of a couple. I had noticed them drinking at the bar and seen them in the darkroom a couple of times. They had always gone into the darkroom together to play and I noticed they had both made sure to use condoms. At one point I was in a group of guys wanking and sucking and we were joined by the couple who soon joined in. One of them, a good looking dark haired guy, seemed really interested in me and soon I was sucking his cock and licking his arse. He asked if he could fuck me and I nodded. He rolled on a condom and I saw his boyfriend looking over as he did so and guessed he was checking that he was playing safe. The guy began to fuck me and I spread my legs and bent further forward as he fucked me. I looked over and saw his partner was busy sucking cock and did not appear to b paying too much attention to us. Just at that moment, the guy's cock slipped out my arse and, as I reached round to help him push it back up me, I quickly pulled the condom off. The guy looked quickly over at this boyfriend and, seeing that he was not paying attention to us, pushed his bare cock back up my arse and began to fuck me again. I enjoyed the fuck much more without a condom and I could tell that the other guy was enjoying it much more too. He fucked me really well and then bent forward over me as he pumped his cum into me. His boyfriend had moved slightly further away but looked over as the guy fucking me pulled out and he pretended to carefully pull off the condom and drop it on the floor. He was very convincing, and the other guy clearly had no idea that his boyfriend had just enjoyed a bareback fuck right in front of him. The saw horse was also seeing quite a bit of action and one of the highlights of the night for me was watching the fit ginger barman bending over the saw horse during his break, pants down at his knees, being fucked without a condom by a fit, tall Turkish guy. When the Turkish guy finished cumming and pulled out, I saw some cum running down the barman's leg - all very horny! I first discovered the Tiergarten in the mid 2000s and it rapidly became one of my favourite cruising grounds. One of the horniest times I had there was on only my second or third visit. The cruising ground had been quite quiet that night and I was just thinking to call it a night and going back to my hotel when it suddenly got much busier. I joined a group of guys who were wanking and then a couple of guys went down and started sucking cock. Before long it was a full on orgy, with two guys bent over being fucked as the rest of us wanked and sucked and then it quietened down again. As the crowd dispersed, I noticed two young guys standing apart from the crowd. They looked no more than 18 or 19, one blond and one dark haired and they were both dressed in trainers, trackie bottoms and polo shirts, which had the logo of a sports club. They stayed standing back as the action picked up again and I wondered if they were maybe straight and curious - although a few guys tried to engage them, they continued to hold back. A little later, I noticed the dark haired guy was leaning forward sucking on a cock, his hand down his pants obviously playing with himself, while the blond guy watched. Then, when the guy moved away, they both pulled back again. There was nothing much happening now and I decided to go explore another part of the cruising ground. Not much was happening there either, but when I came back to where I had been earlier, I saw quite a crowd of guys, many of whom had their pants down wanking and obviously watching something. I moved in to join them and saw the two young lads, bent over a tree branch side by side, both being fucked from behind. I could tell that both the guys fucking were getting close and the guy fucking the dark haired lad finished first and pulled out, peeling off his condom and dropping it on the ground. At the same time the guy fucking the blond lad also shot his load, but when he pulled out I saw there was no condom. Two other guys had moved in behind the two lads and both were now being fucked without a condom. I was really turned on by the whole situation - this was well before the advent of anything like Prep and it was very horny knowing that both lads were letting guys fuck them bareback and cum in them - with no questions asked. I watched as both lads got fucked repeatedly - a few of the guys fucking them used condoms, but most did not, and neither of the lads seemed to be bothered. Quite a few guys shot a load up one or the other of them. I got my chance a short time later when an older guy shot a load up the blond lad and pulled out. I slipped up him and began to fuck, enjoying every minute of fucking his wet, cummy hole and before long I added my load to the many he already had up his fit young arse. The crowd had dispersed now and, as both lads pulled up their pants, the dark haired lad suddenly squatted down and pushed his arse out. I had a great view as he groaned and pushed load after load of cum out his arse. It was one of the horniest things I had seen in a long time and that evening was among the first of many horny nights I have spent cruising in Berlin. Will share some of those experiences soon Part 3 to follow

I had been kind of avoiding the bathhouses in my city since before the pandemic. Because of some local bylaws, we do not have dark rooms or sex clubs, and my last few experiences at my local bathhouse had not been the greatest. I had most of my fun in the past few years either at guys' places or at sex clubs and dark rooms while traveling abroad. But with my recent discovery of MDMA a few months ago, I have been experiencing unknown levels of wild uninhibition. Last Sunday, a guy invited me over to his place to hook up. He offered me a pill of MD as I arrived and we chatted for a while. After an hour, I was feeling nothing and the sexual chemistry with the guy was not there, even though he was very nice. I politely excused myself, got dressed, and made my way out. As I was walking to the nearest metro station, I was thinking about how horny I was and how difficult it may be to find someone quickly so I decided to head directly to what used to be my favorite bathhouse, which is known for being the place to bareback. Condoms had never been a question there for me, contrary to other places. As I was sitting in the train, I started to feel dizzy, with an insane thirst for dick and cum. I was feeling hotter and hotter, starting to sweat, even though I was sitting down. This MD was definitely stronger than the very first one I had a few months earlier. I was afraid I would get too high before I could get to the bathhouse, and as I arrived at my station, I walked very carefully trying not to trip or look drunk. After the short walk to the bathhouse, I tried to stay composed at the check-in counter, afraid they would deny me entry for being already fucked up. But I must have given a good enough impression as they let me in. I asked for a room in the basement, where the dark maze was, as I knew that's where most of the action happened. I made my way to my room, it was perfectly located close to the dark maze and most guys would have to pass by my door to go there. I was getting hornier by the second. I quickly undressed, completely naked and got out of my room, my towel on my shoulder instead of around my waist. I had never been this high before and for someone who usually dislikes being totally naked, I could not care less at that point. I was walking close to the wall as my balance was a bit compromised. The beat of the music was resonating like never before in my head and the lights, as dim as they were, were dazzling me. I arrived to the dark area, a sling hanging at the entrance of the narrow maze like space, lit in red. It was a Sunday, late afternoon, and although the crowd was not big, there was still a good number of guys to have fun for a few hours. I was walking trough the dark corridors, making my way between guys. My vision was affected and could (and was not trying) to make out their faces. I put myself in a corner, under the small bulb projecting a very dim yellow light. It was not long before I was grabbed by someone who kissed me. I had not had time to see who it was but I could feel his beard on my face. I was ready to kneel to suck his dick but he flipped me before I could go down, pinning me to the wall and starting to explore my hole with his fingers. I heard a spitting sound and a dick being shoved into my ass without warning. I screamed a bit but he did not care. He obviously wanted to unload and he fucked me for only a few minutes before shooting his load deep into my guts. I was shaking, I was dizzy and I fell onto my knees, still facing the wall. That first fuck had attracted the others and it was not long before I had another dick up my hole. Guys on Sunday evenings are usually looking to unload quickly and they are not trying to hold it. The second guy lasted a bit longer I think than the first one as I was busy sucking on cocks being presented to my mouth. A third one took his place, my hole become sloppier with cum dripping out. I was also covered in sweat, even if I'm not usually a big sweating guy but the MD was making me drip water. As the guys were taking turns on me, it felt as if my mind was leaving my body. As high as I was, my head spinning and my heart beating like crazy partly from the excitement and partly from the blaring music, I was seeing my seeing myself, naked on my knees in this dark sloppy corner, not able to tell if I was in pain because of the brutal way some guys were fucking me or having pleasure. I was thinking about how much of a shy and introverted guy I usually am, and the shame I would feel if my friends and colleagues were to see me like this. But I also could not care less at that time. I was greedy. I was showing them how much I wanted their dicks and loads by trying to make eye contact with them. They probably could tell I was all high, just looking at my glassy eyes and my sweat-drenched body. I was only a hole, separated from my mind. I don't know how long I stayed like this. I only got up when I noticed that there were no more guys fucking me. There was a puddle of sweat below me. I made my way to my room to lie down, thinking I would try and take a nap but I could not fall asleep and just closed my eyes. soaking all the weird feelings the music and the lights were giving me.

Part 2 The next few days were boring. Just some corporate profile pictures at some downtown office. The receptionist was hot and friendly thought. She gave me her Tiktok. I don’t have a phone. I barely afford my rent share with dad, a phone was definitely out of question. So I pretended I forgot it. On Friday, we spend the day at the studio cleaning the lens and other stuff. By 2, we were done. Leo invited me for a beer, but I had to decline as I did not have any money and pay day was only the following week. - You’re broke? No pocket change at all? - No, I reply blushing. In fact, I was wondering if I can get an advance, my rent is due Monday. Leo squinted at me for few seconds which made me blushing even more. I am sure my cheeks went crimson. - Why didn’t you say so? With that, he pulled out a roll of money and handed me $800 cash. This is for your week. - Euh… Really… thank you. I really appreciate it… I don’t want to sound ungrateful but shouldn’t it be 840$? - It should, but let say its to cover the interests. A problem? I just shook my head. I would have to manage carefully between pay days, I thought. *** The bar was only two doors down from the studio. You had to know it was there as there was no external sign. If you’d look carefully, there was an “open” neon in the window which seems to be turned on the low dim. The waitress was pretty skinny and had some charms for her. A lot of make-up, blond hair, high heels which cause her to arch her back, indecently accentuating a pair of breasts ready to pop out of her bra. - Is this a new one Leo? she asked with a faintly lisp. - Yep - Are you going to keep him this time? Leo look at her, than me. - Maybe - Maybe? I retorqued. I hope he was not considering firing me yet. - Well, he has a lot of potential and soon he might move on in a different path. A different path? With no college degree, no money, a whore as a dad, I don’t know how I could land on a more profitable job. - I will for sure follow his career. She left with our order, but not before giving me a wink and a finger at the corner of her mouth. I might stick around and score some pussy tonight. Or at least get my cock sucked. I adjusted myself down there. Leo was grinning at me. - She might not be your type, you know, but what ever your type is. Just saying. The bar was filling up with older and biker-gang guys grouping around the pool tables. We chit chat about anything as we drank our beer slowly. - I haven’t mentioned it before because I am not sure you would be ready, but since you seem short on money… I have a gig all day tomorrow and I can use some help. - All day? That meant $168. - It would pay you double. - I’m in, I blurt out immediately. My mind racking with all this extra money. Maybe I would be able to afford a new couch? Who knows? - Deal, then. Be at the studio at 6 tomorrow morning. Leo took a crisp twenty to pay the waitress. She waited for Leo to exit the bar. - Follow me. As soon as I enter the small room behind her, the waitress dealt with my belt and fished out my cock which went from 0 to 100 in 5 seconds. Fuck! I had few girls that went down on me, but this one was a keeper for sure. Best blow job ever. The sad thing about it is it was over too soon. She gave a small peck on my lips - See you soon, I hope, and went back serving the patrons. - Euh, yeah I would like that… Eh what’s your name? - Around here, they called me Prissy. I went home smiling like a guy that just won a million dollars.

It's because they went directly to my host, not to me. That sours my relationship with my host if it happens too often. And in this case it was an exposure fetishist who posted the content himself. It wasn't even piracy. I get it if some take down service goes to the host directly in a case of piracy, but members are expected to work within the community to get problems resolved.

I remember going to bed with my first bf. I'd be the little spoon as we laid in bed pushing my ass back and slowly gyrating my hips as his dick would get hard. I'd pull my boxers down, then spit on my fingers so i could wet hole then back up and line up my hole with his dick letting him slide in. Once he was in, he was in control slowly fucking me. He would hold me tight kiss my neck until I'd hear his breathing accelerate, his dick expanding and that awesome feeling when he stops moving and all I can feel is the pulsing of his dick, knowing his seed is entering me. We would just lay there, falling aslleep. I loved waking up with that full feeling, his cum still in me and the scent of his cum that had been marinating in my ass. There were times I would roll on my back, lift my legs, hoping to get his morning wood in my already lubed ass.

Part 2 of Jags stud. I wrote first part driving to hotel, so now the good stuff. His cock felt nice and thick when I felt him up at bar. Come to find out he was definitely a grower. Once he got fully hard after giving him a bj, he was a good 8+! He was quite an aggressive fuck, and pumped his load in me in about 15 minutes. We were able to pull up the game on my phone and decided to watch. Yea we were diehard fans! When Jax pulled off a miracle and won by 1, he fucked me again even harder!

I hate the term, "Are you Clean?" after they loaded your ass. I often say or nod yes ..... but that is because I spent 30 mins prep before I left the house. If he is concerned it should be told before. What do you think I should say, "No way! I am an Open Cumdump for Men. If I just let you shoot your load DEEP inside my ass why wouldn't I offer my ass to others." Freak Out: Never, I am a Bug Boy and take High Viral loads and STD's. Then they panic. They might want to stop by the clinic before he goes home to his wife. I am not a bug boy and keep myself clean. If I suspect something I get checked out. My Doctor knows I don't use Condoms so if something happens, it's no big deal.

So hot! The first part in the sex cinema reminds me of a school trip early 80s (West-Berlin at the time). And what happened to my then 20yo bubble butt. Haven't thought about that for ages!

Bout 10 minutes ago, my sweet Latino FB... We talked some today, more than we ever have, i think He's shy, which when i think about it, so was i at 26. We realized we've been fucking for a couple of years now, but it's been a lot more frequent the last half year, often couple times a week. We're just really right and comfortable and natural with each other, "Fuck Buddies " is an apt term for us. There's a definite affection there, but not lovers or anything along that line. Lately He's been wanting to suck me first, and i was worried because i'm at the extreme end of total bottom and do not perceive myself as having a "cock" and it feels fake to be treated like i do. i'm not delusional, i know i have a penis, but sexually it's not a cock... probably closer to being like a clitoris than a cock, though i shy away at that word too because i have no desire to be a woman... i feel like i'm a cross between the two, idk, no real point of reference for it. But i like Him, and He's inexperienced and so i let Him suck my penis lately because He wanted to. Today i broached two topics that i've wanted understanding between us, and it went well. i explained to Him that i don't usually get my penis sucked or touched and that i do not like a Man to make me cum that way, that the only way i that feels natural for me to get my penis touched is if the Man is using it just to make me horny, not to make me cum. He told me He didn't think He is a cum swallower, and i told Him that's perfect for me since i don't want to cum that way. He just likes to suck, which i don't relate to at all because i love to suck because of the pleasure it gives a Man who loves to get sucked, but the way it is, it seems He's pretty close to the ideal of just sucking to get me horny, though He doesn't seem to have a mind fuck personality. The other thing i was able to talk about was Him continuing to fuck after He cums. i have had the feeling that He keeps fucking because He thinks that's what i want. He's BI. i was married to a woman for a long time and i trained myself early on with a woman never to cum until she had. i explained to Him that i'm not like a woman that i don't care about having my own orgasm, that having Him have His orgasm in me (among other things) is what i want/need, and whether it takes Him a minute or a half hour, what i crave is Him having pleasure the whole time, and when He is done, i'm done. in my experience with a woman, i wasn't done until she was pleasured, so it's totally opposite. He's pretty quiet, so i'm not sure how much He grasped or believed what i told Him, but i felt really good being able to put it in the open, i hope it will free Him to be completely Himself with me, because it's the real connection that matters so much to me, there's nothing like that sweet connection when both completely love the fuck and are not having to be something or someone they are not, just a match where each others need/desire naturally feeds the others. What we have is pretty basic and simple, but it is profoundly intense and satisfying for both of us. lol, sorry for the long story... this thread is sort of a fuck journal for me sometimes. ❤️

Shit...if you don't take his load I will!

Hooked up with a Bottom off of Grindr this last Thursday. He invited me over to his place but when I said I could be there in just a few minutes he said to wait as there was another Top he had contacted first and he was on his way. I parked across the street and down a little bit from his house and watched the other guy pull up, go inside and a few minutes later come back out and leave. The Bottom text me to come in before the guy had even pulled away. I walked into his place and he was bent over on the bed. His ass had lube or cum glistening on it and I wasted no time sliding inside and breeding his used hole. I must of pumped a gallon of cum deep inside him.

Sorry about the long delay. The Holidays had a lot to do with it. But here’s the next installment. Day One - 0400 hrs. “The biggest enemy you will face is your own mind.” The bearded ex-soldier lectured as he strolled between their ranks, raking his dark eyes over each of them as he passed. The early morning was cold, near freezing temperature, and his breath steamed out into the stagnant air. He didn’t scream or yell and his tone was conversational as he spoke. “You will be hungry. You will be exhausted. You will want to give up and quit. You will want to sleep. Your resolve will be tested. You must have an iron will. The weak, the shallow, the poorly prepared will be culled from the herd. We are here to prepare you. Every one of us has endured the training you will experience and we have all succeeded. Many of us have gone beyond that training. All of us have seen combat.” Around the perimeter of the ranks the Bravos had formed were other men, clothed in khaki tactical uniforms, none of which adhered to military uniform or grooming discipline. Some had shaggy hair, some had various forms of facial hair, most stood with hands in pockets to keep them warm. All of them looked rough and unforgiving as they fixed the Bravos with deadly stares of promised punishment. “You will be instructed and tested on knowledge and skills. We will evaluate your performance of the various Battle Drills. We don’t have enough time to broaden the depth of your skills by a great deal, and your ability to learn will dictate how much we can fit into the time we have. The faster you learn, the more we’ll teach. I have been told that you are dedicated and serious, but if you think this is going to be some camping vacation in the woods we will take a pound of flesh and send you back. You will not waste our time, nor your own. I don’t know what makes you special in the eyes of the Army and I don’t care. You are not special and we are not here to coddle you. First rule: Respect given is respect earned. Second rule: Honor and Integrity among brothers. I shouldn’t have to explain that, but I will. You will be honest with yourselves, and with us, and with your squad mates and your unit. Third Rule: Pay attention…to EVERY…THING. Men, make your selections.” Thirteen men moved inwards to walk among the Bravos. “You. Follow me.” Could be heard again, and again as the men picked out their chosen soldiers. A few had four Bravos, some had three, others two, and there were three who pulled only a single Bravo behind them. Soon, they all melted away into the wooded darkness, leaving only Weeble standing there alone. He stood there for a few quiet minutes, looking around and listening. There had to be someone here, right? Sound carried far in the winter woods when the air was thin and gradually all indications of his brothers walking away disappeared. Did they mean to leave him behind? Why wasn’t he picked? Weren’t they gonna teach him too? Was he s’posed to stay here and wait? Did he miss the signal to follow one of the men? Maybe he blinked at the wrong time and missed it. He was sure he was payin’ attention like they said. It had to just be a mistake. Weeble felt a slight panic start in his stomach and move into his chest. His heart began to beat faster, his breath became short and quick. They didn’t pick him. They knew he was weak and wouldn’t be able to keep up. He wasn’t going to move on with the other Bravos. The day he’d been dreading had finally come. It didn’t matter how hard he tried, or how skilled he became, he wasn’t a REAL soldier like the other guys. Once he was thrown in front of actual men who’d seen combat they saw right through him. Weeble fought to keep the tears from filling his eyes. The realization sank in that it wasn’t up to him, or his brothers. The Army wasn’t any different than gym class in high school. Even the coach, who was supposed to be fair, was reluctant to inflict his weakness on a team. He stood there in the dark doing everything he could to hold himself together, and it was taking everything he had. ******************* KEVIN It rarely bothered him that people thought things came easy for him, that he hardly had to work at them. That wasn’t true, but he didn’t feel any need to correct their assumptions. When it did bother him was when they used it as an excuse to leave most of the work for him, and he didn’t have time to pull someone else’s weight on a group project. As usual, he flirted with the irrational desire to sink the entire boat so that all three of them would fail the Fluid Dynamics project. It would serve those two right. But he knew he couldn’t afford anything below a 100%, not if he wanted to be inducted into the Honors Engineering Society. A star like that from MIT on his resume would open all the right doors. When he’d come back from Tom’s graduation from the Airborne course, he’d discovered his team had slacked off. None of the calculations had been done, and worse none of the experiments had been run to provide the data for the calculations. He’d even written up specific, easy to follow instructions on setting up the experiments, scheduled the lab time, reserved the equipment for his team when everyone knew the lab time and the equipment were extremely hard to come by. The FORTRAN program was written and compiled, error free, waiting for input to produce the graphs and tables, done by himself of course. He’d done everything possible to make it EASY for them to do their share of the project, and they’d blown it off as if it wasn’t 30% of their final grade. He was borderline angry at the incompetence and laziness. And he was trying to figure out what he’d have to NOT do so that he could make up the work. He couldn’t drop track practice for the week or coach wouldn’t run him at this weekend’s meet, and he needed this meet to qualify for Indoor Nationals next month. Even now, walking to the Taekwondo class he’d spent his preciously scant money on made him feel guilty for spending his free time on something non-academic. And that made him resentful because it was an important element in his plan to be the kind of man Tom would want. Tom was tough, and capable, physically imposing and borderline deadly. Kevin knew the Army would change Tom, but he hadn’t quite been prepared for the power, efficiency and granite-like solidity his boyfriend exuded even when he stood completely still. It was seductive and drew him like a moth to a flame, possessing a heady magnetic presence like the gravity of a celestial body. He could describe it no other way when simply being in the same room with Tom he felt a pull to be next to him, and when standing even a few feet away his skin thrummed with what had to be an imagined field effect, as if every cell in his body struggled to fly towards Tom for even the briefest physical contact. The fight not to kiss him this past weekend when they were in the presence of his mother, or in public was abject torture. There was not enough kissing, never enough. He salved the wound with small gestures, brief contact for no more than a three count, knees touching under a dinner table, a pat on the back, a playful grab or wrestle. Columbus, Georgia was another military town, with eyes everywhere and no one could mistake Tom for anything other than a soldier held to a strict code of conduct. Kevin could reason himself into accepting that this was the situation he’d signed up for, loving a military man, and he wouldn’t change that for anything, but it didn’t mean his very soul didn’t scream for release at some ridiculously inopportune moments. Another leash, which he could endure only because it would enable a future he desperately wanted. A future that at times seemed too distant to bear. He repeated the mantra he’d grown used to in the last month: Just a few years, and he needed this degree. A partial scholarship paid for the tuition, books, and a meal plan, his on campus job in the engineering lab paid for his dorm room he was hardly ever in which was a godsend because he could study and complete his vast amount of homework in the lab while he assisted the students who came in to complete assignments. He was lucky to be one of those chosen from all the applicants. On campus jobs were in high demand for those unfortunate enough to have poor families that couldn’t pay for the expensive school. Kevin’s parents didn’t believe in higher education, which they made clear when they tried to force him to go to work for his father’s towing company. He couldn’t imagine a more depressing and limited life, making money from people in unfortunate circumstances. Circumstances they wouldn’t be in if they had the kind of money to avoid being towed. Repossessions, illegal parking, breakdowns on the side of the road, unpaid tickets, seldom the situations wealthy people found themselves in. His parents weren’t bad people, they just had no motivation to do better, to be more. It often occurred to him that frequently the path of someone’s parents either ensured their kids would have a similar life, or in an act of rebellion completely opposite. He always envied Tom and his family. Tom’s parents owned their own house where Kevin’s parents rented, and it seemed so nice. ‘I don’t gotta fix nothing, just call the landlord’ his father said, as if that was of great benefit. ‘It’s too expensive to buy a house, and that’s how they harness you to the plow. Material things..’ his father said the word as if were a curse, ‘…are a trap meant to enslave the masses.’ It was something his father repeated rather than thought of himself, Kevin realized very young. His father wasn’t intellectually astute enough to form a philosophy like that himself. He steered his mind away from the issue of his parents. He didn’t like their complacency, but was unwilling to entertain such unfilial thoughts as blame, not when he grew up fed and clothed with a roof over his head, none of which were of a quality to indicate anything more than necessity. Clothes from thrift stores was what they wore, even his parents. Food that was edible but cheap, preferably a bargain or free. Now older, he realized his parents just didn’t know any better and that was how they were raised, and doubly crippled by the tumultuous social upheaval of the late sixties and early 70’s. The hippie movement might have contributed great things to the culture of America, but it also damaged an entire generation with hopes that there was any real alternative to capitalism. Maybe in some other country, but socio economic SYSTEMS that had been developed and refined over two hundred years just weren’t subject to change by a few thousand entitled adolescents who couldn’t understand that they had the luxury of their arrogant judgment precisely as a result of the hard work and sacrifice of the very parents they scorned. True systems of oppression existed in far too many other nations and it shamed Kevin to hear his parents consider the opportunities provided here as some evil scheme by tyrannical overlords to bind and entrap average people. In fact, it was made worse by his eventual understanding that ethnic groups in this country faced actual oppression every single day, frequently supported by law. If there was one thing he was grateful for that his parents had taught him, it was that if you didn’t buy into structures of class, everyone was equal. It had an unintentional effect on Kevin, who took the lesson to mean there was nothing holding him back except himself and he could rise to any level he desired. And that people of a higher level weren’t exceptional or special, just lucky to have advantages that others didn’t. His parents would be dismayed if they knew that their belief in a crushing system that diluted all individuality was exactly the system their son would use to excel, a system that didn’t care at all who you were or where you came from. It was a system that required the same steps for everyone, and education was the first necessary step. That was the argument they used when he left for MIT, that it would turn him into a robot slave focused on nothing except materialistic selfishness. Which was ironic considering Kevin could almost guarantee his father cheated on his taxes, and rationalized it by fooling himself that it was only to keep the fruits of his labor from the government that didn’t deserve it, rather than the true motive that he wanted more money. After all, his father didn’t give his money away to the poor, or a charity, he spent it. Quite a bit of it on beer and cigarettes. ‘Grrrrrr’ he growled as he trudged through the light snowfall of the early afternoon. Well he was in quite the mood if he’d gone down that rabbit hole of his parents’ failings. It was hard to regret any of it when it resulted in who he turned out to be. He sighed. Life certainly had a sense of humor. He felt better as he walked into the storefront near the MIT campus that served as the Taekwondo gym. He stamped his boots dutifully to shake off the snow before stepping off the absorbent mat just in front of the door. Maybe he’d be lucky and his dorm mate would be gone when he got back to the room. He would need a shower and a change of clothes before heading to the lab for his evening shift. “Kevin, you’re early.” The instructor greeted, serious as usual. Gary was someone Kevin struggled to figure out. The phrase ‘you’re early’ came out as some kind of complaint rather than a pleased observation. Kevin had the feeling Gary tried to hard to project the image of a tough and serious leader but in comparison to Tom and his Army platoon the pretense couldn’t be more obvious. Maybe among martial arts students and competitors that type of personality radiated strength, but Kevin saw it as foolish and unnecessary. It was even more apparent now that he’d seen Tom’s buddies and how relaxed and fun-loving they were when they weren’t on duty. From Tom he’d learned that competence and knowledge didn’t need arrogance for support. The harder you worked to prove you held a certain level only proved your own self-doubt. If you needed others to recognize your accomplishment your achievement wasn’t complete. He also found it strange that Gary didn’t seem to adhere to the true philosophy of a martial arts foundation. For Gary, it seemed to be about competition rather than self-improvement and mental growth. However, Gary pushed, accepted no excuses, and definitely possessed skill, which was what Kevin wanted. He didn’t need to approach this as a hobby because his goal was to keep up with Tom, at least in this aspect. He didn’t need to know how to shoot an enemy, or conduct a mission but knowing the mentality of mutual combat was important. He needed to show Tom that he understood at the very least. And he couldn’t understand without experience. So he didn’t respond to Gary’s accusatory greeting, if it could be called a greeting at all. Responding to useless observations wasn’t Kevin’s thing, especially the sort of observation that held an unspoken opposite: Gary was more irritated by students who were late. Kevin walked over to the row of chairs against the wall of mirrors and began changing out of his winter layers of clothing and into this dobok. He and Gary didn’t have anything to speak about, really, and Kevin found Gary’s personality grated on his nerves. Gary was far more gruff and hard-assed than he had to be, but again, it all came across as an act of intimidation rather than who Gary truly was. Kevin couldn’t help but feel like Gary was some sit-com character on TV, or Mr. Miyagi’s enemy in Karate Kid. The funny thing was, Gary thought his act brought him respect. Kevin just thought he was a fool. ‘Fuck, I’m in a bad mood’ he thought to himself as he sat in his usual spot on the mats to center his mind for the start of his warm up. According to Gary, these were the feelings he had to let go of in order to achieve focus. ************************* Weeble lay on his stomach hidden at the top of a small ridge, looking down on the four men below him. It was Dumbo, Shark, Alaska and one of the men from the compound. One of the things Weeble was trying to find the answer to was who these guys were. It was clear the Bravos were sent here for special training. ‘Well, MORE special trainin’ He thought to himself. But he’d also take the opportunity to learn what this guy was teaching his friends. He had nothing better to do, so why not? Weeble stayed in the clearing where he was abandoned for an hour or so, talking himself down from his near panic. Yeah, he was feeling sorry for himself, arguing with the demon in his head about why it wasn’t fair that they hadn’t picked him. He started thinking of all the reasons why the other Bravos were selected and he wasn’t, trying to come up with the reason why they were qualified and he wasn’t. His current decision to act didn’t occur to him until he’d almost automatically dismissed Assmunch, Sleeper and Zeus from his internal judgment. Of course they were chosen, all three were competent and skilled. And then it hit him: what would Assmunch do if he were in Weeble’s place? He certainly wouldn’t be sitting there feeling sorry for himself. Assmunch wouldn’t accept being useless. Then his thoughts naturally fell to the other Bravos. Zeus and Sleeper wouldn’t care what their hosts thought of them, hell Sleeper would probably find a good place to take a nap. Bootlicker would see it as an opportunity to sneak around and do his own thing, maybe test out a few tricks to throw a wrench in whatever their hosts had planned, just to see what the response was. Puta would just find a group and insert himself without asking, daring them to throw him out. He went down the list of Bravos and none of them would just sit there. They wouldn’t LET someone else exclude them. Cellblock would find a way to get a message to the Bravos about this and come up with his own plan. Demon and Troll would train, maybe test their skills at infiltrating the compound. But all of them would do SOMETHING. In the end, it was Weeble’s curiosity that determined his current situation. He wanted to know what the Bravos were learning. He wanted to know the point of being here. Their voices carried up to him in the cold air, even though they weren’t talking very loud and they were thirty feet away. He considered how cold air in the woods when the trees had no leaves allowed sound to carry further, and filed that fact away knowing if he wanted to stay hidden he had to be quiet. He wondered what the range would be on hearing people talk, or move. “Always have a plan.” The man instructing the three Bravos explained. “Plans start with a goal, then an examination of your current situation, your resources, limitations. Know your team and their capabilities. Know your battlefield, and EVERYTHING is a battlefield. Define your arena, your sphere of action. Thinking with those terms for every situation, no matter how small, trains you to see the path to success. You already do it without thinking for many things, but it doesn’t mean you don’t take these steps. It’s just that for most day to day activities you just do it automatically. Example: Your goal: get food. Situation: You’re hungry, maybe weak and tired. You have three men, so you need enough for all of you. You have environmental options - plants, if you can identify those safe to eat. There’s a compound, you know there has to be food there. You could hunt, plenty of squirrels, deer if you can kill one. Does anyone in your team know how to hunt, skin and field dress a kill? If the answer is no, you’d be wasting energy and time choosing to hunt. Your arena is these woods, which includes the compound. If you were on Post, or an urban environment you could simply walk to the chow hall, or a restaraunt.” “Won’t we be given that information, and training, before a mission?” Alaska asked. The man shrugged. “Sometimes, but you have to be prepared to come up with that yourselves. Sometimes you’ll be the ones giving that briefing. But either way, knowing the questions you need to ask, the information you need to achieve your mission, that falls on your shoulders. Details matter. What time is full dark? How much daylight do you have? When or where is re-supply? If there’s no re-supply what materials and resources can you bring with you? Can you acquire any of that during the mission? Can you call for a drop? You’ll have attack windows and deadlines, so coordinating objectives has to happen. Having the most information allows you to adapt to a chaotic battlefield. And battlefields are always chaotic. You can’t always depend on receiving orders, and a good leader will let you worry about the details of HOW to conduct the mission. Look at it this way: no one tells you how to tie your shoes anymore. You’re trusted to know how to do that by now. As a leader you shouldn’t be telling your men how to tie their shoes unless the mission is shoe-lace dependent and only a specific type of tying will work. There’s always some exception, of course, for special circumstances. You’ll have leaders who think they have to tell you how to tie your shoes, figuratively speaking. They’re usually not good leaders.” Shark snorted. “Met a couple of those.” He said with a smirk. “But we’re low grunts, coming up with our own ideas is kinda the opposite of everything they’ve been screaming at us.” “Yes and no.” The man responded. “There’s going to be a lot of ‘yes and no’ to all this. You’re taught not to question orders, to move when you’re told to move, to sit when you’re told to sit. That’s good training, it’s something you needed to get used to. It eliminates that hesitation that will get you killed. But it doesn’t mean you won’t have other roles you need to shoulder, at other times. You have to be ready to step into leadership at any time. By now you all know what it takes to run a squad, or you should. We saw you guys split up into smaller teams and head off on your own. You chose a leader of your smaller groups who determined your course, how you would achieve the overall mission objective, get to your target, and what you would do on the way. That’s how it usually works. The Army doesn’t want robots who don’t think for themselves, in spite of what your Sergeants may have beaten into your skulls. There’s a point to every method they’ve used to train you. If you’re smart, you’ve figured out when they tell you to dig a hole, they don’t necessarily want or need a hole. What they want, is that you internalize following orders no matter how stupid or useless you might THINK the activity is. Because whatever information you have it’s always less than what your leader has and you might never know the purpose, but there is ALWAYS a purpose. Digging that useless hole has a purpose, even if it’s just to adjust your attitude.” The silence stretched as Weeble’s brothers considered that information. Then Dumbo spoke. “So, why are we here? Training, sure. But for what?” He asked. “Good question, and a perfect example. I don’t know. I wasn’t told. I don’t know why I’m supposed to train you, I was just told to do it, and I don’t even know if our boss knows, that information may be above even his level. What I do know is that I don’t NEED that information to complete my objective. Would it be useful to know that? No, if it was, my commander would have given me that info. That’s how the chain of command works, how it SHOULD work. He trusts whoever hired us to provide the best intel to achieve our objective. I trust him in the same way. I’ve been told to dig a hole, so I’m digging the hole.” Weeble remained motionless on the ridge above as he thought about that and realized it expanded his entire view of the military by several levels. In ordinary circumstances the Bravos would have a mission, because all units, regiments, companies, battalions, commands had missions. Before he joined the Bravos, his overall mission was to keep the birds flying, the Apache Helicopters. In the shop, it was chewing through the constant maintenance checks for air worthiness, flight hour requirements, equipment details, tracking service checklists and a hundred other mechanical details that were necessary daily. But the Bravos were never given an overall mission except Infantry training, which honestly since he’d re-classed to Infantry he’d learned that training was continuous for Infantry across the entire Army, every day, every week, every month. Their host was right. It didn’t matter why. Someone decided training the Bravos this way was necessary and Weeble understood their operational effectiveness had soared in the time since he’d first put a foot down on German soil. He felt a rush of satisfaction that he could never imagine the Weeble back then laying alone in the woods eavesdropping on other soldiers thirty feet away without them being aware of his presence. Maybe Wicomb was right: he was a little bit of a badass now. A grin stole across his face at the thought. HE did this, and it wasn’t all that hard. “So we can you ask you questions, you’ll teach us anything?” Shark asked. The man chuckled. “Yes and no. I’ve got a lot to teach you, and not enough time, so we have to keep it to combat missions, tactics, and the skills necessary to operate. But I won’t tell you… how did your Sergeant put it when he screamed in that pretty boy’s face? ‘Shut your dickhole?’ That shit was hilarious.” Alaska jumped in. “Fuck, you were watching us? Dammit. Sarge was right, we should have set a perimeter. I hate when Sarge is right. So who are you guys? We know you’re military, or at least trained that way.” “Good observation. Yes, we are. Most of us fought in the Gulf War, some of us former JSOC, some RIF’d but most were at the end of their enlistment and chose not to take the re-up offers. Iraq sucked. Re-integration into civilian life is difficult, after all what we know isn’t all that useful on American soil and I have to tell you once you’ve seen combat it makes it even harder to fit in. But there’s a niche for highly trained former military as contractors, and the boss figured out that the U.S. government pays very well for certain skill sets and that there’s no shortage of situations across the world where the presence of U.S. Military is a detriment or disadvantageous. There’s also plenty of tasks that don’t need military involvement that are better suited to a civilian force like protecting or moving assets, retrieving specific items, gathering intel, training foreign locals for various engagements or to provide protection, embassy security, skills trades with NATO allies. We fill the gaps.” “That’s so cool.” Dumbo said. “Yeah, it’s good work, for the most part. My turn. Who are you guys? I know you’re Infantry, but you’re more capable than you should be at your age and rank. I’m not ashamed to admit you caught us underestimating you.” Weeble saw Shark stiffen up. It was almost unnoticeable, and someone who didn’t know Shark probably wouldn’t catch the tension there, but Weeble saw it. What spooked Shark? Weeble slowly moved his head to the right and examined the woods. Nothing there. He repeated the move to his left…nothing there either. The sounds in the woods hadn’t changed. Hmmm. Was it the veteran’s question? Why would Shark get tense about that? It was Alaska that answered. “Just regular infantry. About half of us were offered a re-class from our previous MOS, the rest had already done AIT for Infantry so we figure we all had to get unit training as a Platoon. We spent 6 months in Germany doing that, with Sarge…the guy you saw screaming at Sleeper… pushing us through training.” Weeble could see the veteran’s face change, his eyebrows squeezed slightly, his eyes fixed on Alaska. The man didn’t respond right away. He looked at Dumbo, then stared at Shark. The look he then gave Shark made Weeble’s hair stand on end. The veteran moved his head to face Alaska, but his eyes were still on Shark. “You were ‘offered’ a reclass to Infantry?” He said, almost so low Weeble couldn’t hear it. “Yeah. I mean, not exactly like that, it was more ‘We have a special training program available you’ve been recommended for, do you wanna?’ I didn’t really know it was going to be Infantry.” Alaska said, completely unaware something was off about the question. “And they put you with soldiers who were already Infantry?” The man continued. Alaska shrugged. “Yeah, where else were they going to put us?” “And they spent money to train you in Germany?” Alaska nodded. “You trained with other soldiers there? What base?” “Grafenwoehr. Why?” The veteran moved his face back to Shark. “No reason. What’s your name, Private?” He asked Shark. Weeble saw Shark swallow. “Gallick. They call me Shark.” “Step over here with me for a minute, Shark.” Weeble couldn’t hear them speaking, but the veteran seemed intense as he stood just a few inches from Shark and conversed with low voices. Weeble could see Shark start out nervous and scared as he kept his answers short. Whatever the veteran was asking, Shark didn’t like it. Then gradually Shark’s nervousness turned to defensiveness and determination as the speaking lengthened into drawn out silences, and finally Shark shrugged, shook his head, and pointed to the single chevron with a rocker on his upper arm while leaning forward to say something final with what appeared to be frustration. “So what do you think they’re talking about?” A voice whispered from just over his shoulder and Weeble just about screamed and jumped out of his skin. Only his training kept him from anything more than a minute jerk. The exceptionally cold knife placed against his neck made him freeze into stone. “How long you been there?” Weeble asked in a trembling whisper, attempting to cover to his fear and the pounding of his heart. “Long enough to kill you. Long enough to watch you maintain discipline. Answer my question.” The voice whispered. “I don’t know, but Shark don’t like it. And your buddy don’t like the answers he ain’t getting, neither. There’s a lotta head shakin goin on, lotta eyebrows squeezin together.” Weeble said. “Speculate.” The voice ordered. “Your buddy thinks Shark knows somethin bout why we’re here.” Weeble said, still watching the group below where Shark and the veteran had returned to join Dumbo and Alaska, but also trying to roll his eyes back to catch a glimpse of the man without moving his head. He couldn’t see anything. “And does Shark know that?” He was about to shit himself, his stomach was gurgling and his guts felt like a wild animal was trying to get free. The man asking questions could be anyone, out here in the woods, no one would find Weeble’s body, not for days. He could be killed just for spying on these deadly men and their secret, hidden maneuvers. Weeble gave a tiny shake of his head, one misstep, one lie, and that knife could be yanked backwards before he could blink. He could be buried in leaves in less than a minute. He didn’t have much choice. As long as he was talking, the man wasn’t moving. “He might know, but I don’t think so. I saw the squad leaders talkin yesterday, they didn’t seem too excited, not tore up neither. But who knows?” “You’re visible and exposed.” The voice whispered. “You just shared Intel with an unknown. I won’t be nice next time.” The threat was whispered with a brutal severity Weeble didn’t doubt for a second. Weeble waited for the next question, but it never came, he just felt the knife leave his neck. He slowly twisted his head to look behind him, so slowly just in case. The man was gone. Completely silent and nowhere in sight. Surely he could see him walking away, the visibility in the winter woods was so clear that unless he could hide behind a skinny tree Weeble should be able to see him, hear something rustling through the leaf bed on the forest floor. But there was nothing. Anywhere. He couldn’t believe anyone could sneak up on someone like that, just appear and disappear like a ghost? Weeble felt a tingle surge up his back. That was something Weeble wanted to learn. And he’d made three mistakes. Critical mistakes. Mistakes that came from assumptions. He assumed they’d abandoned him. Maybe they did, and the voice just happened to come across him as he was moving through the woods. He didn’t have to specifically be looking for or watching Weeble. But, there would have been nothing for him to find if Weeble had hidden himself better, found a better position that hid him from the group below AND any others. And then, the surprise and adrenaline made him run his mouth, his fear loosened his tongue. Just a simple threat and he spilled everything. He didn’t know who snuck up on him. Sure, it was probably one of the men from the compound, one of their hosts. And maybe they were friendly, but Intel wasn’t something he should share unless he received something of value in return or the person he shared it with was entitled to it. Fuck. So, not only was he dead, he was a traitor. A dead traitor. Which was really the only kind of traitor anyone should tolerate. And dead men don’t speak, so he should keep his fuckin dickhole shut from now on, like Sarge said. He smirked. Hunter Wicomb sure liked it when he opened his dickhole. Weeble felt his own dick begin to swell, and immediately squashed the thought. This wasn’t the time. At least he kept his pants clean, but just barely. It didn’t happen often, but it wouldn’t have been the first time he’d been forced to just let go in his pants. Most of the time on a march or patrol you had time to dart to the side of the road or path if it was urgent, drop your pants and push a turd out, then pull em back up real quick and get back in position. Sometimes it came on you too fast and you couldn’t get em down in time. If you were in fixed position, you didn’t move for anything, and it could be hours. You learned to keep an MRE bag, or box in your pack or one of your pockets that you could whip out if you needed it. Taking a piss wasn’t a big deal. It wasn’t easy, but you could let one go without stopping. Again, you didn’t usually have to take a piss in the middle of a patrol, but if you did you just pulled your dick out and aimed it away from the guy in front of you. Your body does something that shuts down those sort of functions while it’s busy exerting itself. And the desire not to shit yourself, or piss yourself is stronger than most people think. Weeble knew of one guy who didn’t shit for two weeks in Basic, he didn’t like people seeing him poop, so he held it because their toilets were in a line and open to the sinks and showers. In Basic, you were NEVER alone, it wasn’t allowed, against regs for a recruit to be by himself at ANY time, even in the latrine, even for a shit. When he finally couldn’t hold it anymore, he clogged one of the toilets in the latrine with a turd almost as big as a man’s forearm. That guy never lived that down, the whole barracks came to look at that brown crocodile floating at the top of the overflowing toilet No one could believe something that size came out of that guy’s asshole, and whatever it was that clogged the rest of the toilet wasn’t much smaller. He said it felt like he was having a baby. They called him Turd Baby the whole rest of Basic. When they had their training module for medical which was more about which injuries you WOULD report to your drill sergeant, and which you wouldn’t, they got a brief talk on why you didn’t hold your shit or piss and what it could do to you if you did. Turd Baby was given a buddy that was in charge of making him take a shit at least once every two days and calling out at morning formation whether Turd Baby had taken a shit yet, for everyone to hear. “PRIVATE HAWKINS, HAS PRIVATE BARROW TAKEN A SHIT TODAY?” The Drill would scream out, while Barrow tried to endure the embarrassment. “Drill Sergeant, Private Hawkins has not taken a shit today, Sergeant!” Barrow would yell at the top of his lungs. “PRIVATE HAWKINS HOW LONG HAS IT BEEN SINCE PRIVATE BARROW HAS TAKEN A SHIT?” “Drill Sergeant, it has been forty eight hours since Private Barrow has taken a shit!” “PRIVATE HAWKINS ESCORT PRIVATE BARROW TO THE LATRINE TO TAKE A SHIT.” “YES DRILL SERGEANT!!” He was called the Dookie Herder, The Shitherd, or Poolice, which he hated. If he hadn’t taken a shit for two days, their Drill sent Turd Baby and the Dookie Herder to the latrine while the rest of the class got smoked until they came back successful. One time, someone gave Turd Baby some chocolate laxative without telling him so they wouldn’t get smoked the next morning while they waited for him to shit, and that didn’t turn out too good. Laxatives don’t MAKE you shit, they make it easier to shit. Poor dude couldn’t stop shitting. They got smoked for an hour straight, and Dookie Herder said he counted thirty flushes and twice as many ‘oh god’s’ while he tried not to pay attention to the sounds coming from behind him. Weeble figured that was Turd Baby’s own fault, if he didn’t save all that shit every day, he wouldn’t have so much he needed to get out. Weeble was surprised. He hadn’t thought about Basic Training in forever, it seemed so long ago. It seemed like he saw a completely different Victor back then. He was just a kid, stupid and scared, while everyone around him seemed so grown up and tough as well as far more capable than he was. Older now, he could look back and see how stupid and scared EVERYONE was, and while there were a couple guys who did well as recruits most everyone else wasn’t that much different than Weeble. Turd Baby was so scared of anyone watching him shit that he almost landed himself in the hospital. His head spun for a moment while his two lives overlapped - who he used to be, and who he was now. So different, but so much the same. He still believed everyone else had their shit together, the rest of the Bravos were more capable, and he was the sad, scared, wimpy, small guy. But what if he wasn’t? In five years would he look back on his time with the Bravos and see that they were ALL the same, just like how he saw Basic now? Well, except for Sleeper, Zeus, and Assmunch. Those three weren’t normal. But the rest? Would it look the same to him as he remembered about himself and the others in Basic? No one had their shit together in Basic, they were all idiots, all just learning what it meant to be in the Army, all of them breaking one reg or another more out of ignorance than anything. Just a group of barely adult kids who didn’t know what it meant to be a soldier. All of them were screamed at by the Drills daily, even hourly. In hindsight, he probably fell toward the top of his graduating class because he put his maximum effort in daily just to prove he wasn’t lacking. There were plenty of other recruits that didn’t seem to give a shit how well they did, whether they maintained discipline, and didn’t take it seriously. The truth was, if he’d bothered to see it, the Bravos treated him like he belonged. He wasn’t some pathetic disappointment to them, he was their brother and he pulled his weight. They didn’t see him like he saw himself, and if he was honest it all centered on his size. It was almost as if after a certain point they didn’t even notice he was short and rather physically average. He mentally corrected that thought - since he’d joined the Bravos he’d filled out pretty nicely. He could look at himself in the mirror and appreciate his unfamiliar muscles, his low body fat, he even had a full round butt that Hunter seemed to like a whole lot. He danced away from that line of thought, it wasn’t the time to think about sexy Hunter and those eyes. Or that dick. The guys below were watching the veteran from the compound doing something with a net that appeared to be the size of a small blanket. “This is your foundation.” He held up the net in one hand. In the other, he held a roll of twine. “This is what you tie the material on with. Use your environment, what you see. We have some pine, different types of leaves, but there’s no grass. The goal is to break up your profile mixing dark materials, and light materials. Never create a uniform ghillie made from one material. Your BDU’s stand out in the winter woods, there’s almost no green here, it’s all brown but your BDUs are green. If you were in the Middle East you’d be required to wear desert camo, which is brown. That’s first. Second, you’re shaped in the outline of a person, and the eye will grab that shape before anything else. Third, movement should be minimized the closer you get to an enemy. Slow, and I mean painfully inch by inch. It might take an hour to cross ten yards, and you vary your profile. Never move in a constant head-first direct line. A quick scan by the enemy will catch if that lump of grass suddenly seems ten feet closer. Pay attention to more than just the front view, you should be hidden from every location around you.” Weeble was riveted. Of course they knew about camouflage and ghillie suits, but creating them on the go was never something they were taught. The veteran continued. “On a mission in the wild you should have these two items in your kit. Make your ghillie boring, unremarkable, with no unusual features.” Weeble didn’t have either, so he’d have to get creative. He slowly moved away from the edge of the ridge. ***************** Two hours later, he waited patiently for the group ahead to turn their heads away. They were on their knees with their butts seated on their heels. He wasn’t yet close enough to hear what was being said, but he recognized Troll, Cellblock and Holler with a different man who was gesturing with his hands to the ground where a couple pine cones stood on end, with some fist sized rocks placed strategically around. He saw his opportunity and scuttled behind another tree. He’d looked at the ground ahead and found enough bare spots or rocks to step on to get there silently. The tree he actually wanted to hide behind had too many leaves around the base so he gave up on that one. When he first hunted for materials to disguise himself, he was lucky and found a shrub that had a mess of tiny branches, twigs, and green leaves that were about the size of his fingernail. He didn’t know what type of bush it was, but it broke up the pattern of his BDUs without him having to cover every inch. He used mud to cover his hands, face and neck, stuck some bark from a rotting tree down the neck of his blouse so it stuck up behind his head and on the sides. He had several pine branches with both green and brown needles tucked into his belt upwards and downwards, front and back. He had loose pine needles and oak leaves covering his patrol cap. He found a vine and used it to create a roughly woven ‘hat’ that he stuffed handfuls of leaf litter and pine needles into. That vine was useful, and he draped more of it down his back, tucking several lengths down his boots. He crawled forward slowly in a duck walk, praying no one would glance his direction before he could position himself. He waited for the wind to gust and send the branches overhead rustling and he timed his crawl with those. Once, Cellblock looked around, probably just checking the perimeter, and Weeble folded into a ball the instant he saw Cellblock’s head move. At that point, he was close enough to hear a little of what was being said. He wasn’t sure he should chance getting any closer, but as his eyes darted around he noticed a rock, maybe a boulder no more than shin high not too far away at 9 o’clock. It was a better position, provided more cover, was closer, maybe twenty feet from the group. He just had to find a way to get there. He was just about to make his move when he felt the cold knife against his throat again. “Better. But still pathetic.” The voice whispered. This time, Weeble felt anger well up rather than fear. What the fuck? “Every time you fail, you get cut.” The knife left his throat and a half second later he felt a sting on his ear. The knife was back at his throat before he completed the gasp. “That was just a taste. Next time I won’t be gentle. I will carve you up.” Weeble resisted moving even though the words threw a bucket of cold water on his anger. Was the guy following him? He’d been watching everywhere, trying not to stay in the open, he even left Shark’s group hoping to leave the area where the guy first found him. “What are they talking about?” The whisperman asked. “The compound, I think.” Weeble answered automatically, hoping to avoid another punishment. Another flick came, another sting on his ear. “You don’t learn, stupid. Who am I?” Weeble hesitated. “I don’t know.” He mumbled quietly. Another flick and his other ear stung and then the knife was pressed more firmly into the skin of his throat. “I’m the enemy. Bring me those pine cones. And you better get away clean.” Weeble faced a moment of indecision. If he did what the voiced asked, would he be punished again for cooperating with the enemy? Would he be punished for refusing? He didn’t know the right thing to do. “Three…”. The whisperman said. “Two…” “Fuck you.” Weeble said. “Get ‘em yourself.” The cold steel slid across his neck an inch. He felt blood drop down his skin. Whisperman was a fucking psycho. Weeble rolled away from the blade when he felt the cut, onto his back and kicked out with both feet feeling both boots make contact with something solid. He didn’t wait to see Whisperman recover, he ran. He knew Cellblock’s group probably noticed the commotion and him running away but he didn’t care that he blew his cover. He had to get away. “I’ll find you, little puppy. You can’t hide.” The man’s voice called out into the woods as Weeble ran for his life. “Hey! You can’t be here!” Weeble heard another man’s voice call. “On your knees!” That had to be the guy with Cellblock’s group. Weeble ran, not knowing if that was for him, or Whisperman. He heard gun fire, small caliber, five rounds, a handgun of some kind judging from the crisp ‘pop’ of each trigger pull. The projectiles weren’t in his direction, he didn’t hear anything hit around him, so they must have been for Whisperman. Fuck! Fuck! FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK. What the fuck was happening? Who was Whisperman? The soldier that was part of the compound group didn’t recognize him and actually shot at him. Weeble hoped he caught a bullet. He was flying through the woods as fast as he could run, and he realized he had to make a plan. Hide out? Definitely, until he could get his bearings. He remembered a small ravine to the east. Weeble scrambled over the uneven ground of the woods, careening around trees and trying to identify anything that would give him cover as he ran. He had to disappear, put as much distance and objects between himself and Whisperman as he could manage. He ran generally east, but in a chaotic path of blocking trees, shrubs, hills, depressions, anything that might hide him from view. When he got to the ravine several minutes later he furiously buried himself in dead leaves against the side of the ravine, hunkered down in a depression that was a foot deep so that the overhang covered him. He hoped the cut in his neck wouldn’t get infected from the mud he’d covered himself with. His breath came in gasping heaves that he knew he had to slow, it was far too loud. FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK He knew he’d probably left some kind of trail, but hopefully the dormant winter undergrowth resisted easy identification. He couldn’t stay here long. Remaining in place ensured Whisperman would find him eventually, and it sounded like the psycho had a boner for him for some reason. Maybe he recognized someone else spying and not part of the group from the compound. He had to stay on the move. But where was safety? The compound was the only place he could think of. Even if they didn’t put him with the others, at least they wouldn’t kill him. Psycho Whisperman could have killed him twice, he thought. If he really wanted to, but he didn’t. He was toying with Weeble, he seemed to enjoy making him afraid. That didn’t mean he wouldn’t kill him, Weeble got a totally creepy feeling from the guy. Whisperman kept using his knife, without hesitation, like he enjoyed it, cutting him four time, drawing blood. He promised worse the next time he saw Weeble. And he kept asking what the groups were talking about. Was he trying to get intel on the compound? On the group running things? It was clear Whisperman wasn’t afraid of the men in the compound, he’d damn near invited the soldier in Cellbock’s group to confront him when he called out to Weeble, to taunt him, exposing himself in direct opposition to what he’d first whispered to Weeble. Someone like Whisperman would have noticed the sidearm the man carried. He must not be concerned he’d be caught. Weeble didn’t doubt that at all, Whisperman was silent and sneaky. Fuck. Weeble felt a shiver go up his spine. An idea occurred to him. Would Whisperman teach him? The compound guys weren’t doing it, they’d left him as if he wasn’t worth their effort. All the Bravos were chosen specifically. Maybe Whisperman would show him how to get intel, if that’s what he was after. He had the advantage of being invited here as a Bravo. The compound guys wouldn’t suspect him as a spy. And maybe the psycho would teach him how to sneak around and stay hidden. He’d love to learn how to do that. Weeble trembled. It was a risk. It could go wrong. Whisperman was a psycho, probably couldn’t be trusted. But, what options did he have? He couldn’t hide out here, as well as survive. He’d need to eat, and Whisperman could catch him any time he was out in the open. He didn’t fool himself that he had the skills necessary to evade someone like Whisperman. He could avoid the other groups easily, but escape someone who was deliberately hunting him? Weeble couldn’t imagine a single scenario where he could reach the compound without Whisperman finding him. If he was Whisperman, he’d already figure out that’s where Weeble would head. ‘Fuck him’ Weeble thought. ‘Fuck that asshole!’ He repeated as he tried to calm his breathing. He was trapped. He couldn’t make it to the compound unless he was VERY good, and he had no illusions about pitting his skills against Whisperman’s. Pre-Bravo Victor would have curled up and cried. But he was Weeble now. He was a fucking Bravo. Even pre-attack Weeble… what was that guy’s name? Delfin? No, Delnick… fucking rapist. Dead Delnick, HAH Delnick Dead Dick… whatever… even that Weeble would have given up and laid down to die. This Weeble? THIS fuckin’ Weeble wasn’t gonna let this fuckin psycho determine how this played out. Screw him. And screw his momma too. Just because she was the bitch that made him. Weeble began to form his plan

Chapter 16 The POZ guy smiled to himself thinking he was about to pop a cherry on a NEG guy and them send him home with a little extra in his tank. He kind of hoped he was read for this but at the same time didn’t really care, you come here, you get what you get. With that he rammed deep in the Guy’s unprotected ass, splitting his hole open like never before. He felt the rush of adrenaline as his cock pulsed and shot rope after rope of hot cum in the guy’s newly deflowered cunt. The guy whimpered with the sudden intrusion and sharp spike as his hole was pried open more that any toys he had used on himself. The Brutality caught his off Gard but, in a moment, he was shooting off in the bent over guy that was bound to the point he couldn’t move. A couple guys saw what was happening and what surprises the guy might be taking home and started to cheer. The guy that was heading home thought it was for him and smiled. The POZ guy pulled out and the guy started to pull back when another guy came up and slid a couple finger up the guys now sloppy ass. He tasted the rich cum dripping out of the guys ass and then did something the guy never felt. He started to rim the guy as he stood there with his cock softening but still lodged in the bent guy’s ass. His cock started getting hard again. He never felt so hot, so intensely turned on and wanted more up his ass. He couldn’t figure out what was happening, but it was something he definitely would try to repeat again. He was sweating and his legs started giving out on him. He pulled out and the guy that was riming him grabbed the guy by the cock and lead him over to a ouch to sit down. The guy started sucking on his cock. It was tender and not real hard but he wanted to shoot again, he desperately needed that final release. He looked over at the ass he just shot in to see another guy was already using that messy hole for his pleasure. Even though it was dimne in the room, he could see the slippery shine on the guy’s butt cheeks. The guy that was sucking his cock was also fingering his ass again and it was really getting him hot. The guy mentioned he had to get going soon and that is when another came up behind the couch and started rubbing the guy’s nipples. It felt like electricity was hitting his skin, it wasn’t intense, but it was definitely there. The guy was memorized by the feelings he was getting. He felt the finger pulled from his ass, he was disappointed, he desperately need this to continue but he also knew he was late and needed to get home. All of his senses seemed to be amplified. A moment later he felt the guy sucking him push something hard up his ass. It felt lie a small rock or something. It almost felt sharp and he was going to say something when there was burn he had never felt before. He said “ That burns”. The guy kept fingering his ass and now was taking the guys cock to the root. He had never felt that and he wished he would get hard so he could shoot. The warmth seemed to spread to all parts of his body, especially his groin. Someone got a damp towel and started drying the guy’s chest and legs, it felt cool and it was very welcome. Someone asked the guy how far he had to go to get home and he said only a couple streets over and that he had walked over on his normal afternoon exercise. He had no idea how much exercise he had gotten or how much more he might get tonight. The guy stood up and stared getting dressed, he was a bit wobbly on his feet but he figured it was from all the excitement and it would pass. A guy handed him a sealed bottler of water and said you best start drinking some fluids, you really got hot. The guy thanked him and said to please let him know when the next get-to-gether was going to be. He wanted to see if he could arrange more time to stay. With this group if he came back he would probably end up tied in on one of the benches with his ass hanging out and spun. Either way that water wasn’t exactly sealed as he thought, it had a dose of an experimental potent Viagra, He would not only be Horney with all sorts of energy but would also get an erection that should last for a while. He would want to fuck for hours and probably with the Tina in him would have problems getting across the finish line.

Fuck yes, hey if you can't be first then be last and savor all those fat loads before you. I am a felching mother fucker. I love taking a face full of cum out some streached out hole.

This is the next chapter to "Serendipity on the road". On our way 'back east' Jake swung by Denver and dropped off the chickens. Before picking up a load of pigs, he spent 24 hours just fucking me. Yes, a whole 24 hours of just fucking!! Sometimes I was face down, sometimes I was cowgirl on top, sometimes I was reverse cowgirl, and sometimes he took me on all 4's. To be honest, he wasn't always the person initiating but he did make it clear that we weren't doing anything else for 24 hours. No food. No water. After every couple rounds, I'd fall asleep in his arms with him running his fingers through my hair. Not that it mattered, once or twice I woke up to him fucking my ass. Not that I minded. Before we left Denver we hit the tattoo shop. He had, "Bitch #29" tattooed on my back right shoulder blade in calligraphy letters. We were a few days out of Denver. I was sitting naked in his passenger side seat eating those peanut butter crackers with a color orange not found in nature, looking out the window at the passing landscape when I started to get lightheaded and felt like I was somehow running a high fever and freezing at the same time. I laid back in my seat, my whole world starting to spin. "Jake, I don't feel so well. We might want to pull over." He looked at me for half a second then shook his head. "You're fine, bitch. You're just dehydrated." I put my hand on my forehead and I was burning up, so I poured a bottle of water over my head. "I think I have the flu." He reached over and felt my forehead. "No, you stupid cunt - you're HIV+ now. How the fuck did that happen?" I looked at him blankly. "I'm not doctor, I don't even play one on TV, but it could be because you came in my ass about a dozen times and slammed a vial of your blood into me." I like it when Jake smacks me on the back of the head. It's hot. "No, I mean - how the fuck did it happen so quickly?! I've turned dozens of bitches and I've never seen one this fast!" He asked getting his eyes back on the road. "As I said, you put a vial of poz blood into me, and about a dozen of your loads - that and it was my first time doing anal. If i had to add anything it would be that I really, REALLY wanted to get pozzed so maybe my immune system didn't fight it as hard. Or maybe I already had a cold and my immune system was worn down. Does it really matter?" I asked as I laid my seat back as much as I could. He chuckled. "No, I guess it doesn't. bitch." "I don't want meds, Jake." I said with a moment of clarity. He shook his head. "No one in our network uses them - it's part of being a member. If you need it, there's a case of water under your seat, and some over the counter stuff in the glove box, bitch." Since I've known Jake, he's never used the birth name I gave him at the truck stop. He made it clear that I was a new person now and wasn't allowed to have a name hence the tattoo. He also calls me 'Cunt', 'Whore', or 'Bimbo'. He's so romantic. In response, I chugged a bottle in just a few swallows. "I thought you didn't care about me, Jake." He shook his head. "Believe me, I don't. You're a fucking cum dump to me . I look at you the same way I look at the livestock I haul - but you're no good to me dead, bitch....and no good to anyone else either. You're the 29th bitch I've turned since I got involved in this life." I stared up at the ceiling of the truck, which was spinning. "How long do I have?" He kept his eyes on the road. "It depends. Without meds, some only make it a few years - others can make it past 10. Whatever happens, you're just a fucking AIDS infected cock whore to us." I nodded. "And that's what I wanted, Jake. It's why I didn't get out the first day I woke up. You were right about me...this isn't the life I chose but it's the life I want, and there's no going back." I say as I reach out and take his cock in my left hand, trying to get him hard. "Do you have a wife and kids back in Atlanta, Jake?" I said casually. He shifted in his seat slightly to give me a better angle. "Yes, I do." He was growing slightly in my hand. "Do they know you're in an underground 'whore snatching, infecting with HIV+, passing the bitch off to the next driver' network?" "Of course not, bitch." He said laughing. "Does it turn you on? Knowing that you've infected me...knowing that I'm a worthless cock whore? That I'll be passed around from trucker to trucker for the rest of my life - unless I'm sold overseas? To know that ALL of that turns me on?" He tried to keep his eyes on the road but he wasn't doing a good job. His cock was harder than it had been since I met him. I moved over into his lap, facing him, and slide his cock into me while kissing him on the lips. I wrapped my arms around him and held him close. "I'm saying thank you, Jake. Thank you for giving me the life I wanted but didn't have the balls to take on my own. For keeping me naked, where I'll spend the rest of my life being passed around like a deck of playing cards to horny truckers that don't give a shit about me. For making me fuck meat. For giving me HIV." I looked out the drivers side window and into traffic. I young man and woman were passing us, I smiled at them as I bounced up and down on Jake's cock, unashamed of who and what I was. Happy for the first time in my life and not giving a damn who else knew it.

Chapter 1: The Trick Dean loved to dance, and he was dancing up a storm at a well-known gay club in Montreal. All around him, the huge floor was full of sweaty, muscular bodies, with most of the guys wearing nothing more than tight, tiny shorts – or less. The sight and smell of all those built, sexy men dancing at high energy levels was intoxicating. Dean liked that he didn’t stick out like a sore thumb. He didn’t want to draw attention to himself in any big way. It suited him to look a little more ordinary than some of the massive muscle studs, to simply blend into the crowd. He actually enjoyed being just one among many. He wasn’t built enough to get swarmed, but neither was he so underdeveloped as to draw comment. His shorts weren’t the shortest in the room, and the bulge in them wasn’t the biggest, although it would certainly grow with the right guy. His blond hair was natural, not fake, and the blue eyes were real, not tinted contact lenses. He knew exactly what he wanted tonight. Dean loved being versatile, switching roles from top to bottom, and trading off with partners – but there were some nights when he just wanted to get fucked, and other nights when all he wanted was to pound a hot hole. Tonight was one of those pound-the-hole nights. He’d already been approached over the last hour or so by several men, including two different big guys who had “total top” written all over their faces – not to mention that they gave themselves away by instantly groping his ass as soon as they got within reaching distance. Each of them was a good-looking stud in his own right, and each of them had an awesomely muscled butt. In another mood, Dean could easily have gone for either of them and either taken their dicks all night long or tried to switch tops and bottoms with them. He certainly had a knack for persuading guys who thought they were total tops to try the bottom role and see how they liked it. But tonight he was definitely top-only himself and needed to find a hot ass to bust wide open. Eventually, his attention was drawn to a guy about his own age who was, for the moment, dancing alone. Dean couldn’t help noticing that he had worked his glutes extra hard to make his butt thrust out further than normal, and that he was rolling those glutes noticeably as he danced. Dean drew a likely conclusion from that. The guy looked handsome, with a head of black, curly hair, close-cropped, and black eyes in a handsome face. His olive-toned skin was covered with a glistening sheen of sweat. Dean managed to work his way around until he was in front of the sexy guy, then waited for a chance to make eye contact. When he did catch the man’s eye, he threw in his best asset, a killer sexy smile, and stepped closer. The cute guy smiled in return and moved towards Dean. Bingo. Before long, they were dancing right up close to each other. It was then that Dean made the first move, clamping his hands onto this sexy guy’s lush round buns to pull him closer. In another five minutes they were rubbing bulges, and the bulges were growing as Dean kneaded that firm round peach. That’s when the curly-headed guy suggested they go to his place. They collected their clothes and coats from the checkroom and headed out to the street. “Just a couple of blocks and a bit this way,” the dark-haired beauty said, leading Dean down the snowy sidewalks of Ste-Catherine Street past several couples, both gay and straight, kissing up a storm in the doorways of closed stores. He punched in a security code and led the way up the stairs in a building, just off Ste-Catherine on a side street. Three floors up, he unlocked an apartment, and they walked in. As soon as he closed and locked the door, Dean pounced, pulling the man into his arms and going straight into high-intensity kissing mode. His target broke the kiss. “Hi. I’m Joey.” “Dean. Nice to meet you.” They smirked at each other as they ceremoniously shook hands, then Dean dragged Joey right back into his embrace and grasping his tempting butt again. In no time, coats and shirts were flying every which way, soon followed by jeans dropping down. Dean leaned gently on Joey’s shoulders, palms down. Joey took the hint, and dropped gracefully to his knees, skinning down Dean’s tight shorts and breathing a quiet “Wow” at the growing wet pool in the foreskin. His tongue came out automatically to taste that precum, then his hand slid the skin back to reveal the head. Dean let out a sound that was half moan, half sigh, as Joey wrapped his mouth around the head and then slowly swallowed the tool all the way to the bottom. Dean gripped his head firmly, holding him in place as he slowly face-fucked the beautiful man looking up at him. Joey worked his mouth on Dean’s rigid cock, massaging him and sucking on him as Dean pumped his throat. Meanwhile, his spare hand was busy working his own shorts off. Sliding them over that firm round ass was a bit of a challenge without two hands, but Joey had gotten plenty of practice through the past few years. Joey let go of Dean’s cock and stood up, letting his black shorts fall to the floor as he did so. His own cock was a thing of beauty too, standing right up to his abs out of a nest of raven-dark hair, and dripping just as Dean’s had been a few minutes earlier. Dean bent down and sucked up the juice, then deep-throated Joey for a few minutes. Finally, though, it was time to see what he was really after. Dean’s finger had been sliding over Joey’s taint and probing his crack and hole while he sucked, but what Dean really wanted to do was to bury his face in between those lush mounds and go right to town on eating Joey’s ass. Dean pulled off Joey’s dick, straightened up, spun Joey around and marched him into the bedroom where he shoved Joey onto the bed, face down, ass up. Joey immediately bent his hips to thrust his ass further into the air, knowing and wanting what was coming next. Dean hopped onto the bed between Joey’s spread thighs and leaned down, pushed his buns apart, and dug deep down into the crack with a tongue. That ass crack emitted the most enticing man-sweat after hours of high-energy dancing. Dean lapped and slurped up and down, teasing Joey’s hole and then biting on the cheeks on either side. Joey kept rolling his ass from side to side like a small boat in a rough sea as Dean feasted on his crack. It was time to up the stakes. Dean slowly began thrusting a finger deep inside Joey’s hole as he kept eating ass. That finger took on a life of its own, twisting around and stroking the smooth insides of Joey’s colon, and finally seeking out and rubbing against the gland. Joey cried aloud at that, his hips jumping and his shoulders tensing up. “Oh, fuck!” Joey kept on moaning and squealing as Dean’s magic finger worked inside him. Then the finger drew out, but only to give a little more space as Dean began thrusting his tongue into Joey’s tight ass, stabbing it inside him until the hole loosened and bloomed, opening up, wanting it, begging for it. Joey’s voice was begging too. “Dean, don’t tease me, dammit. I need that meat inside me now. Get up there and push it into me, fuck my brains out!” Happy to oblige, Dean pulled his face and hand out of Joey’s crack, then scooted up until his chest was pressed down against Joey’s back. Reaching underneath, he moved his own cock into the right position, pressing down against Joey’s ass until it found the spot. Then, as he began to push, Joey’s hole opened right up, until Dean’s seven-inch cock slid slowly but surely all the way up inside Joey’s tight butthole, until Dean’s hips were pressed firmly against those big round cheeks on either side, until Joey was firmly and completely impaled and pinned down on the bed. Joey moaned aloud as Dean slowly rolled his own hips from side to side, shifting his cock around inside Joey’s tunnel, rubbing against the sides and bumping the tip against the prostate, giving Joey an extra dose of squealing thrill each time he nailed the target. When Joey’s hole began flexing, chewing on Dean’s cock, Dean began to move, rising and falling as he thrust his tool deep into Joey’s ass on each stroke. Joey was gasping at every thrust. Dean gradually increased his speed until he had passed beyond the limits of conscious thought and was hammering breathlessly and thoughtlessly at Joey’s hole, smacking out a rapid tattoo of slaps against those beautiful cheeks. Joey began moaning louder and louder, sensing that he was going to cum soon, that it was going to be big, and that he was going to shoot hands-free as Dean fucked the cum out of him. “Oh, God, Dean, you’re gonna make me cum. Don’t stop, slam fuck me, make me shoot!” Dean came back to full consciousness to realize that he was pounding Joey at near-supersonic speed, and quickly reaching the point of no return himself. “Fuck, yeah – get ready to take my load ‘cause I’m going to blast my cum right up inside you. Fuck! Fuck!! Fuck!!!!” With that, Dean gave one last vicious slam deep inside Joey and held his cock there as it convulsed repeatedly. With the fifth shot, Dean began rabbit-punching that ass, driving each individual thrust and shot of sperm as deep as he could go. He dimly sensed that Joey’s ass ring was going through some epic convulsions of its own, and distantly heard Joey wailing, “Fuck, fuck!” as the cum spewed out of his cock onto the bedsheets underneath him. At last, that massive climax tailed off into silence, a silence only broken by the two men gasping helplessly for breath. Dean slowly let his cock slide out of Joey’s hole, and then looked down proudly at what he had done, as a long stream of cum flowed out of Joey’s ass, down his taint and over his balls. Dean buried his face in that crack again, carefully licked and sucked up all the cum he could get, and then told Joey, “Roll over.” Joey obediently rolled onto his back and lay there, chest heaving, as Dean dribbled and drizzled all that cum all over his abs and pecs. He then bent down and licked it all up again into his mouth, used his fingers to pry Joey’s mouth open, and spat his entire load into Joey’s mouth, snapping “Swallow!” as he did so. Joey obediently followed orders, and then grinned, a grin that made him look ten years old all of a sudden, as he said, “Yum!” That made them both laugh, as Dean let his elbows unlock and fell on the bed alongside Joey. They rolled to face each other and embraced. “Damn,” Joey said, “you don’t look like anything out of the ordinary but that was a fuck for the record books!” Dean laughed. “Oh, I’m quite ordinary. I like to give as much as take, so when it comes to being the top, I just give my bottom what I’d like to get myself if I were in his place.” They laughed again, snuggled closer, and dozed off for an hour or so. Dean awoke first. It was still only eleven p.m., and his cock was hard again – and it wasn’t a piss hard-on. Joey had turned him on so much that he was raring to go for another round and plant another load of his seed inside Joey’s on-so-tempting ass. He got around behind Joey, pushed him down flat on the bed, and buried his face in that incredible peach again. As he did, he heard Joey’s voice from in front of him: “Well, it’s about time. I thought you were done for the night, and you were just going to lie there and snore until sunrise.” “I don’t snore.” Joey laughed and made loud snoring sounds. “I do not snore!!!” Dean’s hand landed with a loud smack on Joey’s ass, then again, and again. Joey made his snoring sounds again, even louder and more exaggerated, and Dean quickly got the message. He began smacking Joey’s plump ass cheeks, harder and harder, switching from left to right and back again. Then he pulled Joey right up onto his lap. Joey squirmed and giggled, trying to get away, but Dean was having none of that, and he kept up his spanking until Joey’s ass was starting to turn quite a rosy shade of sunset. At last Joey tried again to wiggle away. Dean held onto him, but Joey loudly said, “Safe word!” Dean stopped. “Say what?” “I’m saying that if we were going to go full speed ahead into that scene, we really should have set a safe word first.” Dean laughed. “No, we don’t need to. I’m not really into that bondage thing, I was just doing what I thought you would enjoy. Anyway, that peach looks nice and ripe now. Ready to be picked, if you know what I mean.” “You like ripe peaches?” “I definitely like this one!” Joey laughed too. “Stop talking and get on your back. I want to ride you this time.” Dean rolled flat onto his back, his cock jutting aggressively up into the air. Joey straddled him, grasped the cock, and lowered himself onto it, taking it all into himself in one smooth slide which left him sitting astride Dean’s hips, facing his feet. Without stopping, Joey immediately began to ride up and down, using his ass to pull on Dean’s tool at each upstroke, and then letting his hole relax so the hard meat stick could slide back in as he sat down. He had Dean groaning soon enough from the sensations Joey’s talented peach was giving him. In another minute or so, he sensed that Dean was going to come soon. But Joey wanted this to last, so he pulled off, turned around, and swallowed Dean’s cock down deep, licking and sucking it, but gently, so as not to drive Dean over the edge too quickly. But Joey wanted to cum too, and finally climbed back up and sat down, this time facing Dean. He planted his hands on Dean’s chest as he rode, tweaking Dean’s nipples as he slid up and down. Dean copied his move, reaching up with both arms at full length to play with Joey’s nipples as Joey’s self-fucking shifted into high gear. Then, suddenly, the moment was there. Joey groaned aloud, speeded up even more, and then went rigid as his cock pumped out another load all over Dean’s body. Joey could usually cum hands-free when he wanted to but getting there twice in a night was another story. Just as he thought that, Dean began slamming hard up inside him and, after about ten strokes, fired off half a dozen spurts of a second large load of cum up into Joey’s ass. Joey collapsed across Dean’s chest, Dean’s cock slowly softened and slid out of his hole. Dean’s cum trickled slowly out, with no one to interfere with its natural path down onto Joey’s taint and balls. And time stood still. After a few minutes, Joey rolled off, and Dean sat up. “Joey, I need a shower.” “Just out the door to the left.” Joey slipped on a jockstrap as Dean showered up, and then met Dean at the door once he was dressed. They slipped their arms around each other and kissed some more. Opening the door to let himself out, Dean turned back to kiss Joey goodnight. They locked lips and swapped tongues one last time – and then Dean said, “Sorry, I really have to go.” “Can I see you again?” “I can’t say. It was great fun tonight, for sure, but….” Dean let his voice trail off. Joey got the message. “Okay. Good night.” Dean sauntered off down the stairs. As always, he checked carefully to be sure there were no hidden cameras around. Next, he looked back up to check that Joey wasn’t following or watching him, and down to be sure that no one else was watching. All clear. Dean casually stepped back against the wall and closed his eyes for a moment. And vanished.

I have a FB who likes to breed me, I am his on call cum-dump. I love it, it's no nonsense breeding. He calls, I come over, I strip in the living room, I get ass up on his bed, he uses my hole, dumps his load in me and then I am up and on my way. It's a great arrangement for us both. He is a great fuck, we fit together great. Love when he breeds me. He has been wanting to share my hole with another top, I'm game. He arranged to have another top come over, but the top wanted it totally anon, me ass up blindfolded. I think thats great. I love an anon blindfolded fuck. I am told they are going to tag team me. SO fucking hot! So I lube up before I leave my house, I'm ready. I arrive at his apartment before the other top. I strip, wearing a jock strap, a harness and high socks (at the request of my fuck bud). I get in position. I start sucking my FB while we wait for the other top to arrive. I read on the top's profile he likes to also suck cock and my FB says be patient as the other top wants to suck him some first. It might happen in the living room before they come in to fuck me. I wait there blindfolded, the tension builds, I am loving it, I take a hit of poppers as I listen for clues. I hear belts being un-buckled, I hear pants dropping to the floor. Its so hot I wait with anticipation. They enter the room and I feel hands touching my ass as I am ass up waiting. I feel a nice slap on the ass and groans of delight!! I love getting my ass slapped (I have a nice fuckable ass). Now that I am blindfolded, I can't really see who or what's going on. I can only guess. I feel a cock pushing at my hole. I back up onto it. No need to go easy, I love it when a guy DIVES IN and enters me! I can take it. I think it's the other top at this point. Every one has their fuck style. Now I think the other top is standing over me and the top whose cock is in me is sucking my fuck buds cock. Not sure, but thats what I think is going on. I am getting fucked, loving it, The top pulls out, the other cock enters me, they repeat this several times. Each taking their turn fucking my hole. I hear groans of delight, my FB telling the other top how I take his cock whenever he asks, that he always breeds me raw! Then I hear my fuck bud say, Let me in, I am going to breed him. My fuck bud breeds my hole with a nice wet load...... Oh, GOD does that feel good. He pulls out and the second top enters me. There is nothing like the great feeling of a the second cock entering a nicely cum lubed hole. I absolutely love that feeling of a nice cock using the first guys cum as lube!! The second top pounds my hole, then pulls out to jerk himself to climax and then dives into my hole spewing his load inside!! SO hot!! He pulls out, he's done!! My FB enters me to just feel the slippery cum filled hole. The second top heads out to get dressed and leave. My FB escorts him out as I lay there in pig heaven thinking about the anon cum inside me!! So fucking hot. I lay there until my FB comes back!! Then I get up and get dressed and I head home with two nice wet loads in my hole. My FB says he is talking with other tops as he wants to do this again!! I can't wait!!

I dozed off for a bit, not completely asleep but not totally awake. It was a strange feeling. I had never felt this high before. My senses were all fucked up. I knew where I was but was surprised to be here somehow. I was thinking about work the next day and how much of a dirty pig I was, with none of my colleagues suspecting. It turned me on even more thinking about good I was at looking professional and competent but being a total twisted perverted pig in the dark. The mattress of my room was covered with a sizeable puddle of cum leaking out of my hole. Usually I’d clean it up but I didn’t give a fuck. It was sticking to my butt and didn’t care. I opened the door of the room slightly and went back to the mattress. The lights were at the minimum but I had decided to put on a show. Guys were walking past my room and stopping to watch, rubbing their dicks through their towels, satisfied at the cum dripping whore they were seeing. I was jerking my cock even if I couldn’t get it fully hard because of the MD but who cared? I was a hole. A few guys came in, feeling my hole with their fingers and playing with cum drops. I couldn’t tell what they looked like, but I also couldn’t care less. I felt something being put on my face. It was a blindfold. It wasn’t something I had brought with. Normally I’d know better than letting a stranger blindfold me out of nowhere in my room, but my stuff was locked in the locker close to the bed, and I was too fucked up to care anyway.

That's a fucking impressive bottom cock @BREEDmeRAW... and, yeah, you thought he was asking about your pre-fuck prep. Thought so too, here. Because, if you think about it, that's a reasonable question. A man who's about to stick his raw cock into a bottom's ass could very well want to know if it's freshly rinsed. Situations even exist where the answer is "no". (Like if there's an unplanned blowjob and you want to fuck but you're not sure about the timing.) But asking someone whether they have any diseases is pointless. No one will say "no" to "are you clean?". He can lie. He might think he is when he's not. The answer is meaningless, and, if you find it reassuring somehow, you shouldn't. You're taking the same chances as everyone else. I never ask this question and I just answer "yeah". Do guys give answers that might be useful? "I'm on PrEP" or "I'm poz undetectable" would tell you something, and might be more likely to be true than "yes". But I think everyone just says yes.

It depends on who is fucking me. One I love takes a long time, especially slow to adjust to a Very Healthy Penis. Just because he shoots there is no reason to pull out. I slept with his inside me for over 4 hours. Regular Fuckbuddies: It depends on friendship, if we are close and do other things like projects around the house or share a hobby, I let him lead, but it's usually some playtime in there. Half hour or he needs to bust a Nutt then quick is fine. If we meet online or at a bathhouse I am Very Clear. I am an OPEN CUMDUMP for Hard Cocks to unload and BREED my ass. If it takes you 2 minutes, bust a Nutt and Bounce. I will be taking More Loads from different types of Men. I cleaned out good and ready for action. Then I go to a bathhouse I am getting my money's worth. I will be there 4-5 hours and taking Anonymous loads from Strangers that believe in bare fucking and we both Expect his load inside me before we start. Hotel Pump-n-dump is cool, but out of 20 ask to attend only 3 show up.

Sexual tension between Connor and Gregor. Kissing cousins! Wonder what will happen with Connor and Evan. Another sexual tension. Gregor's move to Connor's home is disturbing though.

Yes, you can buy it at pharmacies in Mexico without a prescription. There's no problems bringing prescription drugs you buy in Mexico back into the US so long as it's not huge quantities.

In St Pete.... Daddy, 7" cut. BB only and Poz. - Depending on how far away you are, I'd breed you. If you're chasing, I might even consider going off meds for a couple of months to knock you up. You'd be my 3rd.

Thanks man! Yes they were nice, had a bit of a cold snap, but otherwise excellent. I hope yours were wonderful too.

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it would be heaven to breed you and your brother

**This is Fantasy and fiction. And the purpose of the article is not to encourage unsafe sex. Any resemblance to someone's life is purely coincidental. Nothing in this work should in any way be construed as medical advice or instruction.** ~~~~~~~ Chapter 22. Both boys' legs were really tired after two hours of squatting when Mark started to lead the boys out of the room. Sperm poured from both of their fucked holes as the boys went after Mark. Mark led the boys to the largest room in the sauna, where a performance stage had now been built in the middle of the room. There was no performance stage when Tom went to the sauna every week. There were two similar fucking benches next to each other on the stage. Mark led the boys to the benches and ordered the boys to take off their leather jockstraps. The brothers removed their jockstraps and revealed their caged penises. After that, Mark said that the brothers have to go face down on the bench and place their hands and feet on the designated stands. Under both benches were wide bowls into which the sperm from the boys' asses can flow. Mark fastened the boys' hands and feet to the bench with leather straps. After that, both were blindfolded. Mark praised the sight. 18 and 20 year old brothers asses readily available. For any man to use. Holes already slippery with potent seeds. Mark shouted to Peter that everything is ready. These little bitches are so horny that they don't even protest being tied up or blindfolded. These guys just want sperm and they don't even care who is fucking them. Peter opened the doors and a large group of men of all kinds started pouring in. Very quickly the first cocks were already in the boys' ass. Mark's "Double Hole Saturday" ad had worked better than they had expected. More than 80 men had already bought the entrance ticket, even though the sauna had just opened. Tom and Dan's asses were in constant use all evening. When one man emptied his bags into one of the two cum holes, the next one immediately replaced the empty space. Pumped and emptied. Pumped and emptied. Pumped and emptied. Suddenly the boys heard a man speak, whose voice seemed familiar. OMG that must be Luke's dad David. "Maybe your dad should be proud that both boys are cum buckets. Does your dad know you're here with your asses on offer and your useless cocks caged?", asked David. "Don't be afraid, I won't reveal your little secret. But you must always be available when I need a hole," continued David. Tom and Dan's fucking continued for 8 hours straight. Eventually, though, it stopped. Tom and Dan heard Mark and Peter come up to them and moved the cups out from under the fucking benches. The men told how there was a lot of spilled sperm in both bowls. After a while, Tom felt something hard in his hole, which pushed a little way inside. After that, he felt a liquid being pushed into him under pressure. He realized that the cum that had spilled into the bowl was injected into Tom's ass with a syringe. After a while, the same was done to Dan. Big ass plugs were crushed for both of them. "Now the sperms stay properly where they belong. Men have given you their precious gift so it is important that you keep them inside you as long as possible," said Peter.

Chapter 15 He heard a ruckus over at the wall and saw a guy that was forcefully plowing the guy that was next to the Kid. He was pounding him so hard that the wall what takfiring the thumping noise and really sounded loud. The cock was larger than normal, he recognized the guy and knew that bottom guy was going to get a nice POZ load in him to start the night off. He imagined that the guy was getting a true pounding to start the night, little did he know that there were a lot more participants coming to help destroy the holes presented to them. At a request he put some had holds in the wall so guys could get a better grab and be able to fuck harder. The guy had his hands on the hold and was using then to plow the ass of the guy harder and deeper. You could almost hear the guy on the other side yelping each time the guy pounded in. Since the guy was held tightly in place, he could pull all the way out and then ram it back into the guys pour ass. He knew the guy was really getting a very rough fucking for his first time tonight. He also knew one of the guys coming planned on giving him a booty bump and then fisting him. He wasn’t planned to get here until later tonight. Typically, after he is done with a guy his ass is almost to loose to enjoy. The guy stared pounding harder. Everyone knew he was about to deliver a load from his death stick deep into the guts of the bound guy. Another guy went over and stared rubbing the guy’s butt cheeks and then licked his thump and push it up the POZ guy’s ass. He must have hit the guy’s prostate because the guy bellowed and lunged deep in the ss of the guy he was in. You could actually hear the muffled screams of the guy on the other side of the wall as he was filled with his first of many loads tonight. He slowly with drew form the guy’s now dripping ass and the guy that had his thumb up the POZ guy’s ass put his cock in the bent over guys ass and stared to slowly fuck him. The POZ guy reached under and got some of the leaking cum from the messy ass and slid it into the guy to return the favor, or so he thought. What he guy didn’t know that was fucking the bent over guy was that they had recently given that guy a strong booty bump. This had the guy ready for most anything but the cum had a strong mix on the Meth and POZ cum and now it was being pushed in his ass also. The guy noticed a warming feeling but at the time didn’t think much of it as he was only here to fuck guy and head home. The had said ‘ Dump and Go ‘ would be great. He was married and figured he would dump a quick load and head home. The longer the POZ guy fingered the guy’s ass the more he wanted it. That warm feeling was becoming a burning desire. He had never been penetrated like this before and it was something wild and forbidden to him. His cock never felt so alive in the bent over guy’s ass but for some reason just couldn’t get over the edger and shoot him full. He was desperate to do that but the feeling’s in his own ass seemed to be over riding his cock’s needs. He was sweating a lot and he slowed and started to push back against the Fingers up his ass. It felt great. The POZ guy asked him if he was having problems getting off. The guy said he was but as he put it “ This feels sooo good “. The POZ guy stared rubbing his hands on the guy’s back and then reached under and gently grabbed his nut sack and stared massaging it and asked the guy “ Want some help “? The guy was wound up and answered “ I think so, please help me get off “. The POZ guy pulled his fingers out and got some more cum mix on them and slid then back in. He knew he had cum a lot but he must have an epic load shoot in the guy’s bent over ass because it was still dripping out. He pulled his finger out an lined up his hard POZ cock, he rubbed the head on the hole of the guy and asked him “ Have you ever had a cock up this sweet ass “? The guy said “ No, and this feels so damn good “. The POZ guy smiled to himself thinking he was about to pop a cherry on a NEG guy and them send him home with a little extra in his tank. He kind of hoped he was read for this but at the same time didn’t really care, you come here, you get what you get.

Part 4 - The Vidmov Estate The way they both heaved a sigh of relief when closing the door to the bedroom in the guest room had them both laugh for a moment, forgetting how events had taken a dark turn. Christian was straight on his laptop researching on ways to kill a vampire. He looked over at Connor who seemed deep in thought and explaining that Children of the Moon are the most dangerous enemies of vampires, because they are the only thing strong enough to kill a vampire. Children of the Moon originally hunted humans, though over the centuries they have been hard-wired to kill vampires on sight in their wolf form. "That doesn't help much, they are just as much a myth" Connor replied looking solemn. "Only another vampire can kill a vampire" Christian added closing his laptop. Connor stood at the slightly opened window "Why do I feel I am way in over my head?" he asked. "We both are" Christian replied standing next to him, "Together we face this" he said. “You are sweet nerdy” Connor said looking at him, “I don’t know if I believe any of it… I mean vampires!”. Christian closed his laptop “Maybe you should tell that to your face then” he said getting off the bed. Connor turned to face him and his face was etched with a hint of worry and sadness. Christian walked over and reached up stroking the side of his face staring him in the eyes, his heart beating faster. His love for Connor growing stronger and the drive for sex rising in their bodies. Folding in on each other, arms wrapping around hugging hard. His closeness driving Christian insane and unable to stop, kissing his neck a few times until Connor responded moving his head seeking his mouth. And urgent passion surfacing between them as they kissed frantically whilst undressing. Connor taking his t-shirt off also removed the crucifix by accident and dropped them both to the floor. His sigh was long and erotic feeling Connor's skin again, their bodies so close. He took charge nudging Connor back until he fell on the bed pulling Christian with him. Undisclosed yet evident in his eyes, Connor was his heart’s desire that he dare not speak of now. The man was so agile and moved so effortlessly getting Christian on his stomach, on top he moved his cock between his arse cheeks gently rubbing back and forth. Kissing the back of his neck, toying and teasing until Christian could stand it no longer and began begging to be taken. Rising up his cock delved deeper between the cheeks forcing his hole to open. Christian moaned and buried his head in the pillow, still begging and pleading to be taken. Connor kissed the back of his neck as he pushed his cock deeper, the velvety feel of the arse surrounding his cock, the warmth that spread through his body in that moment of simple pleasure. Letting out a soft delicate moan he pushed until he was balls deep inside Christian. He could feel Connor's sexual awakening as the hips rapidly began moving beating against his arse with lusting purpose. In the dark street below a swirl of dense black mist appeared out of nowhere, rapidly growing and he appeared from within it. Looking up at window that was slightly open he sniffed and smirked, he could smell the pure blood so clearly and importantly someone was with him. Kovalek checked the road was quiet then tilted his neck back breathing out a long stream of white mystical vapour. Moving at the blink of an eye upwards, spiralling to the open window. He could feel his vulnerability already and took the opportunity watching and feeling his essence pour through the window straight towards his target. Rapidly snaking up his back and neck disappearing in to his nostrils and mouth. Gregor moaned as he was momentarily put off, his head instantly filled with sexual intimacy and could feel inside the pure blood for the first time. Connor gasped catching his breath and inhaling deeply, his own thoughts clouding over shrinking away quickly. A feeling like he wasn't there yet he could see and feel everything he was doing, his body moving on its own actions was now out of his control. Freaking out he wanted to stop but his mind was not his, within his own body he felt trapped, watching like a bystander having sex. Gregor could see himself as the pure blood looking down at young lad, erotic sensations driving Gregor wild, he had never felt such pleasure when inhabiting another body. He made the fingers dance up the young man's back scratching him. He struggled but through Connor he gripped the back of his neck pushing him down. In the street Gregor moaned opening his eyes and smiling. The young man’s heart appeared of true love for the pure blood. He couldn't allow that to happen, he was too close and needed to be removed, any distraction could prevent the pure blood's destiny to be with him. With a brute force he drove his hips down, the sign of the crucifix around the neck of the young man under him caused Gregor to laugh. His body rose from the hard thrust and he pushed his head down harder trying to keep him still. Christian initially aroused at how different his sex was from their first time, suddenly realised something was not right. Connor fought trying to stop it in fruitless attempts as the obsession in his head battled against his soul, his head now full of dark twisting thoughts, full of destructive forces telling him he to destroy Christian. His hips began moving so quickly and hard that Christian was on the verge of passing out, unable to catch his own breath between the pain, speed and intensity his body took. Panic and fear took over as he struggled to get free, it felt like he was being held down by an incredible weight crushing his body. A force of evil that pummelled his body trying to break him apart the deeper and harder it grew with every passing second. Connor gave a malicious laugh at the feeble attempts of the body under him, the thoughts in his head were so intoxicating that he began to climax feeling the body under him weakening and losing any ability to fight. In vain Christian tried again to push him off but his strength was waning, his breath short and gasping as he fought to breathe, his body failing take in air. The thrusting started bearing down on him even harder and he was in agony, his head being pushed down harder and the fingers gripping like a vice crushing against his head added to the agony. An angry roar erupted above him and out in the street at the same time. Gregor felt the orgasm in the pure blood coursing though his own body, he steadied himself breathing rapidly. Christian felt the pain subsiding briefly then Connor pushed his hips down grinding away as if it was trying to separate Christian's pelvis. Christian cried out pleading for him to stop before pushing his head harder into the pillow. Through his control of Connor he grabbed Christian by his neck pulling him up, seeing he was still alive he pushed his head back on the bed and took his cock out laughing. Christian seized the break and was able to push him off scrambling to his knees like a frightened child. Straight away he noticed that Connor's eyes appeared milky and vacant, curiously he looked losing his moment as Connor moved with such speed that Christian was caught in his arms that crushed around his body in a suffocating hug. Connor sniffed at his neck then bit down hard. Christian punched his back harder and harder until he let go. He looked at Connor unable to fathom what was going on and rubbing his neck noticing a little blood on his fingers where he had broken the skin biting him. Connor licked his lips staring at Christian with the most evil grin he had ever seen. Suddenly his eyes fluttered and cleared as a weird white mist quickly rose from Connor's mouth disappearing out of the window, he gasped then rolled back lifeless falling off the bed with a thud. Christian ran over to the window and saw a dark shadow across the street bent over like they were exhausted. The person turned standing up and looked directly at Christian, his black hair was short and brushed back all neat, the moustache and chin beard neatly kept. He was attractive beyond belief that Christian had to blink and rub his eyes, looks so similar to Connor but taller, yet he wore a strange long black coat that floated in the evening breeze. It was his eyes though, cold icy blue eye that stared up directly in to his, boring in to his soul. Making the mistake to eye contact Christian found he was rooted to the spot, unable to move for several seconds then the man grinned at him. The same twisted evil grin he had just seen on Connor's face. Christian tried hard to blink but his eyes could not break looking at Kovalek's, he raised a hand urging Christian forward. His hand opened the window fully and he slowly leaned out getting further and further, the hand pushed and he was back in the room. Kovalek laughed and Christian finally blinked breaking the hold he had over him. When he looked again he was no where to be seen and road was empty. He stepped back from the window feeling sick and falling over, his body in shock and his head hurting. Reality was now sinking in, there was no doubt he had just seen Gregor Kovalek and he had controlled his mind and body for a few seconds. He looked over at Connor who was still passed out of the floor beside him. Christian crawled over and knelt down at his side trying to bring him around but his body was cold, he was breathing which was the main thing. Noticing that the crucifix Connor was wearing earlier was not around his neck. The words wear it for your protection ringing through his head as he began searching through Connor's clothes and finding it tangled up in his t-shirt. He placed the crucifix on his chest. Immediately he could feel a warmth returning to Connor's body. Christian sat on the floor his body now trembling with the image of Kovalek burnt in his head, he was now aware that Connor was the body but it was Kovalek who appeared to have controlled him driving the sex. Stroking Connor's head waiting patiently for him to come round. That image of Gregor Kovalek and the haunting evil grin would not go away from his thoughts. The full reality of how things were going to and had started to change now hitting him. How can a myth or tale like that become so real he wondered. Christian now understood the words of those close would be in danger, Gregor knew that he was close to Connor and that he had tried to fuck him to death in those few moments. Looking down at Connor the love in his heart growing stronger and he was no longer able to fight this part of him. He had to be here for him that was all that counted right now. Connor mumbled and began opening his eyes, he sat up quickly and looked at Christian. Scrambling to his feet and stumbling disorientated across the bedroom to the sink he vomited bile for nearly half an hour before he fell to his knees shaking out of control. Christian kneeled down behind wrapping his arms around his body trying to give him some comfort. It took a while before Connor slowly began calming down, images of what he had seen being done to Christian now forming in his head. Eventually managing to speak "What did I do to you?" Connor asked looking confused. "Nothing" Christian replied softly still holding him. Connor looked at him "He got inside my head, I felt him in my body" he said sounding scared. Christian nodded "I saw him after" he said nodding to the window, "In the street". Connor sat forward "You saw him?" he asked and he nodded, "Then he really does exist?". "Kovalek looked up at me, his look was cold and evil" Christian replied trembling. Connor shook his head questioning their sanity "Did I hurt you?" he asked. "You didn't, but he tried to" Christian replied hugging him, "Come on, bed" he instructed. Connor nodded figuring that Christian didn't want to talk any more about it right now, they got in to bed and automatically they cuddled each other out of fright. There was still a look of disbelief between them and they both found sleep was hard to come by. Every noise or shadow was now a potential threat that kept them alert. Across the dark fields and wood in the Vadimov manor Gregor rose from his knees regaining his strength returning to him, the invasion of the pure blood had taken more out of him than the previous one and it left him weak and vulnerable. Carefully going down the steps through the darkness he opened the door and walked over to the human cage. Moving closer he sniffed long and hard detecting a near normal blood in his victim. The noise waking Jacob up who panicked forgetting where he was, crying and pleading to be released. Gregor watched with a smile on his face at the naked young man, the panic in his eyes. His invasion of the pure blood whilst having sex with another man had opened his eyes at the arousing sensation that was still coursing through his body. A desire to try this himself and a thought of keeping this young lad alive for his own perverse pleasure. Gregor raised a finger and touched the skin of Jacob then making a small nip with his finger nail on his cheek, the blood surfaced and he ran his finger over it. There was no longer any burning but it was still too early. He stared intensely in to the young man’s eyes calming him down. Jacob fought but soon found he was mesmerised and unable to look away, the icy blue so hypnotic that he couldn’t look away. Gregor reached in his pocket and pulled a small bottle of drink and a tube, he pushed it in to Jacob's mouth and throat then poured the contents down the tube forcing him to drink. A concentrated cordial tasting of blackcurrants that he was grateful for, unknown to him it contained the botanical mixture to relax and cleanse the blood of any impurities. Gregor smiled removing the tube and staring at Jacob and watching his body relax and his eyes slowly and ever so softly closing. Gregor turned around walking out and closing the door, the light of the new day would soon be upon him and it was time to sleep. Hardly managing to get any sleep between them Christian sat on the side of the bed rubbing his eyes. The pain in his arse had eased but the bite mark was still an angry red colour. Connor on the other hand was staring out of the window unable to look at Christian this morning as the full extent of what he had put him through became apparent. Thankfully the knock on the door breaking the weirdness in the room. Christian quickly put on some clothes and went to open it. "Evan, thank god" Christian said in relief and letting him in. "Are you two okay?" Evan asked straight away looking at them both and noticing Christian’s neck. Christian looked at Connor "He came to us Evan. The guy is real" he said sounding like an idiot. "Kovalek?" Evan asked looking worried, "He presented himself to you both?" he asked. "Well yes" Connor replied looking at Christian, "To Christian he did, I am scared for him though" he added. Evan nodded and Christian stepped forward "We know from the prophecy of the danger" he said. Connor looked nervous, "He was inside me, controlling my body whilst I was err...". "Having sex with me" Christian finished for him and looking at Connor. Connor shook his head "Evil took me, wanting me to destroy you Christian" he said welling up. Evan shook his head in disbelief "This is not good, did you see him. I mean physically?" he asked. Christian nodded "In the street down there" he said pointing, "He looked at me then vanished". "Then he knows for certain and that you are close to the pure blood" Evan said looking concerned. "He is evil or angry" Christian added, "I saw it in his eyes and felt it. Yet he is most attractive” he added. Evan shook his head “Nothing like that portrait now, but similar looks to Connor” Christian said. "It is worrying he presented himself to you" Evan said, “You must be careful in hours of darkness Christian”. As much as they were now trying to put on a brave face Evan could see that the whole experience had shaken both of them up. They spent an hour talking about it and trying to understand what had gone on. They had to move on going over and over the plan to rescue Jacob, it had to be done today to save him, plus there was already rumblings in the village at his sudden disappearance. Parked outside the Dormin guest house was a black SUV with two men leaning against it. Evan walked them over to it and introduced the men as Tomas and Ivan from Bram who looked the same age as Evan and both attractive fit looking Romanians with dark hair and brown eyes. They were friendly enough and introduced as protectors of the pure blood from this same religious society Evan belonged to. They spent several more hours discussing the plan to rescue Jacob, Christian was tasked with going to the guest house on the pretence of a drink and to keep Marcin busy until they returned. Time was already moving and it was late in to the afternoon when Christian got out of the SUV and stood looking down the road at the guest house. Connor came out and stood by him "Will you be alright?" he asked looking concerned. "Of course" Christian replied, "I just have to keep him talking somehow". Connor hugged him "If you get worried call Evan or me" he reminded him. "Will you be alright?" Christian now asked in return and out of concern. "I hope so" Connor replied then smiled, "What the hell are we doing messed up in this?" he questioned. Christin stare him in the eyes "Get Jacob first and we can worry about this later" he said assuring him. Evan looked out of the window "Christian" he called out, "If you feel threatened call" he said. "I have my crucifix on" Christian replied smiling and kissing him on the cheek. Evan looked at him and smiled "Maybe when this is over" he said quietly winking at him. Christian chuckled “Stop reading me” he replied, “It is so rude to do that”. Evan winked again at him “Well stop being so sexy then I will stop reading you”. The kiss on the cheek had given Christian a boner as he watched the SUV drive off along the road to the Vadimov estate, he turned and walked down the road to the guest house. It was quiet and eerily so he thought as he walked inside the small bar area. A muscular man in his mid twenties appeared behind the bar counter from the corridor leading off. His looks very natural and understated that had Christian smile immediately, captured by the look and smile he offered so readily to him. Marcin looked at him carefully "Can I help you?" he asked now staring at Christian. "I hope so" Christian said casually, "A beer please" he requested. "I don't serve alcohol" Marcin replied staring at him, "I have homemade cordial?" he suggested. Christian smiled "Excellent" he said sitting at the bar. Marcin smirked "Local fruit and botanicals to help cleanse your body" he informed Christian. "Cleanse your body?" Christian asked looking at him. "Yes, it will reinvigorate you, rid your body of any toxins" Marcin said, “Make you feel brand new”. Christian shrugged and watched Marcin prepare the drink "Hot work all this hiking" he said. Marcin placed the drink in front of him "You don't look like you are hiking" he responded. "Well it is really long walks exploring the place" Christian said taking a sip, "That's nice". Marcin watched him taking a longer sip "Are you walking alone around here?" he asked. Christian nodded "Yes, but I am meeting friends on the main road in an hour" he replied. His story seemed a little flaky and Marcin picked up on this watching and engaging with him as he spoke more and more. It seemed to be going so well Christian thought, well it did help that Marcin was actually very pleasing to the eye and he soon found himself getting very flirty with the owner and somewhat more relaxed than he had felt in days. Marcin watched as the young lad slowly began showing the effects of the cordial. The young man had been handed to him on a plate, an opportunity that he was not going to let slip by. Playing the ever convivial host he kept topping Christian’s glass up with neat cordial, the sweeter it got the more he was liking and drinking it quicker. Marcin engaging in conversation enjoying the young man eagerly drinking more and more, oblivious to the subtle effects it was having on him. Minute by minute his body absorbing the botanicals in to his blood stream, slowly building up the potency in his blood. The consumer was never aware of what was happening until it was too late. A chill suddenly surrounded Connor as he stepped foot on the steps to the Vadimov mansion, Evan looked back at him and Connor nodded. Evan reminded him to concentrate only on Jacob and not to open his thoughts otherwise he would start to get disorientated and confused. Inside he was scared but he was in this now and had to go through with it. The door was unlocked and opened quietly in to the stark emptiness of the entrance hall, cold and dark, the walls bare and their footsteps echoed across the void as they walked inside. Spreading out they looked for a door leading down and Tomas called them over to one he had opened. His head cleared and only thinking of Jacob was proving to be hard to maintain but he remained focused. The smell rising from the door was enough to make them all retch, the air dry and cold hitting them as they turned on their torches and climbed carefully down the large stone staircase into a vaulted ceiling crypt that seemed to go on forever in to the darkness. To one side an entrance with large stone steps going deeper down with the Kovalek coat of arms on the walls either side. Connor put his hand on the coat of arms and instantly he trembled as spine tingling chills ran up his back, Evan looked at him and Connor said in a hushed voice that he was sure Gregor was down there. Evan grabbed Connor by the arm sensing he was getting confused and about was about to walk down the steps. Focus he told Connor. Ivan flashed his light at them getting their attention. They walked over and pushed open a heavy door shining their lights around. The acrid smell of urine hitting them as they disturbed the air, shining the torch light around even more they heard a noise from deep inside the room. A rattling and a desperate pleading cry for help. They had found Jacob, quickly they flashed the lights around heading towards the sound. Ivan stopped and moved his light up and down, the skeleton of a body hung by the ankles with a pile of clothes and a bag to the side. "Oh shit!" Connor said seeing it and a wave of nausea rushed through his body clamping his hand over his mouth. Ivan bent down and felt the pockets pulling out a passport "Jacques Boufan" he said. Connor stepped closer "He disappeared last year, the priest told us about him" he said trying not to vomit. Tomas came back over to them "We have found him" he told them. Tomas shone his light and Connor looked in disbelief. In front of them was a heavy metal cage in the perfect shape of a human body standing a few inches off the ground and secured by the large ring in the top of the head section to the ceiling. Within the cage was Jacob completely immobilised from making any movement. It was a barbaric thing to see and Connor was finding all this hard to take in as Tomas shone his torch over the numerous clasps that secured the front and back sections together. "What the hell is this?" Connor asked looking shocked at how he was being held. "It is used to immobilise victims until they are ready" Ivan said looking at the clasps. Connor finally made eye contact with Jacob "We will get you out" he said assuring him. Jacob tried nodding but the cage around his head prevented it "Please help me" he cried. Tomas looked at Evan "This is way too easy Evan" he said shining his torch around the tomb like room. Evan nodded "I better look after Connor, he seems a little freaked out by this" he said. Ivan and Tomas began working on the numerous clasps before realising that no sooner had they undone one and moved the other the previous one closed on its own. Evan noticed this and began helping but they were getting nowhere fast. The cage was cursed to seal itself keeping the victim secured if any attempt was made to free them. All four of them began reopening and trying to force the front part away from the back to stop the claps closing again. Several hours they battled with the cage as Jacob panicked and grew frantic, his face said it all, he was scared and if they failed he knew his fate was certainly sealed with the arrival of darkness. "Stand away" Jacob said in a muffled voice before urinating, "I can't stop it" he cried. The smell was unlike any other they had encountered "What have you been given?" Tomas asked. Jacob whimpered then looked at him "Tasted of blackcurrant" he said using his eyes to nod down. Evan picked up the bottle and smelled it "Hold it" he said to Connor who was clearly trying to hold it together. "What is it?" Connor asked waiting for Evan who shook his head. "It is blackcurrant but something else I can't tell" Evan said as Connor put the bottle in his pocket. "It made me sleepy, makes me urinate constantly" Jacob said with tears rolling down his cheeks. Tomas looked at Evan "He is cleansing his blood" he said quietly so that Jacob didn't hear. "Look" Connor said looking down, "Where his urine went the clasps opened" he pointed out. Forgetting themselves they suddenly found it very curious and kneeled down looking closer and staring at it for ages, confused as to why they were here they simply looked and stared at it. Marcin kept looking at the monitor hidden behind the bar, he had seen four men entering the mansion from the security camera he had installed outside. He was no fool and figured this young man was here to keep him busy whilst this group rescued the villager. Christian had never felt so good or carefree and his body was feeling amazing as he laughed leaning on the bar resting his head on his hands smiling and flirting openly with Marcin who was flirting back and getting ready to seduce him in this dangerous game. Marcin chatted as he walked out from behind the bar pretending to tidy up then locking the door securely before returning to the bar. "There was me thinking you were another one of these vampire tourists" Marcin said. Christian laughed as Marcin poured him another cordial "Drink up" he said smiling. "So what do you think of these vampire myths?" Christian asked sipping more. Marcin smirked "Judging by your neck they are real" he said making it seem light hearted. "Oh that!" Christian chuckled, "Apparently the guy I had sex with got possessed by one" he said. "Is that so" Marcin replied making a stronger cordial for him. "Seriously. I saw him across the street, looked me in the eye" Christian said laughing. "Here have some more, you look thirsty" Marcin said topping then pushing the glass across the bar. "Thanks" Christian said leaning up and giving Marcin a kiss on the cheek then giggling, “You are very sexy”. Marcin smirked and touched Christians face "I am pleased to hear you think so” he replied flirting back. Marcin topped his glass up “Vampires are not myths, I can show you one if you like" he said in a hushed tone. Christian took a large gulp of the cordial "That's strong. You can?" he asked looking at him. "Yes" Marcin confirmed, "Vampire tours" he said laughing. Christian laughed as Marcin held the glass up for him to drink "I saw that Kovalek vampire guy" he said, "And I can tell you, he is dam sexy". "Finish it all off" Marcin urged him, "He presented himself to you?" he now asked looking curiously at him. Christian waivered on his stool "Well I see him, evil smile and all" he said dreamily, "I would definitely have sex with him". Marcin laughed "You English are all sex crazed" he replied then going serious, "Do you wear a crucifix to save you?” he asked softly. Christian grinned stupidly and slowly lifted the crucifix up "I wear one" he replied giggling. "Take it off, you do not need it on in here" Marcin said in a softly evocative tone. Christian looked a little unsure "I can't have sex with someone wearing a crucifix" Marcin added, "My religion forbids it" he added. Without even a thought Christian smiled and giggled lifting the crucifix over his head placing it on the bar. Marcin smiled and leaned over the bar within inches of his face. Christian smiled moving his head closer feeling their lips softly touch, Marcin delivered several tender kisses. Pulling back he smiled at Christian then walked out from behind the bar standing in front of him. Marcin picked up the glass of cordial holding it Christian's mouth urging him to finish his drink quickly. Christian smiled taking the glass and downing the drink, he felt so amazing and free and had never wanted sex more than right now, especially with his perfectly built young man. His head was already seeing them thrashing around in sexual desperation. "Your friends will be a while" Marcin said softly, "Shall we go somewhere private?" he asked. Christian nodded getting his phone out and looking at it "I should text them" he said. Marcin smiled watching as Christian scratched his head "How do I text someone?" he asked. "Give me your phone, you do not need it now" Marcin said as he handed it over, "We will copulate and I will leave my mark inside you you for my master". Christian giggled hilariously as Marcin put the phone on the bar next to the crucifix, he leaned in kissing Christian tenderly several times to which he eagerly responded. Slipping forward off the stool he fell in to Marcin's strong arms that wrapped around his body lifting him over his shoulder. Christian giggled, his head so spaced out that the his brain had lost the ability to control his movements, he was carried behind the bar then along a corridor to a section of the wall that Marcin pushed open like magic leading in to passage then a darkened room. He laid Christian on the bed and closed the door then stood over the young lad and began undressing him. The bed was strange with only a hard mattress and solid metal bars at either end like a very old bed and certainly not made for comfort. His thoughts though were on one thing as he now laid there naked and still giggling, he was able to make light responses to Marcin and felt erotic in a dirty way as he played with his hard cock watching the young man undressing. The fine muscular body and chest adorned with black hairs loomed over him, his cock protruding elegantly hard from his pubic hairs was long and thick. Christian licked his lips moistening them and tried raising his head to kiss him. Marcin used his hands to guide his head and mouth towards his cock, moaning softly as the young lips made contact surrounding the head. Christian closed his eyes savouring the taste of this hunk, sinking his mouth lower end enjoying the firm warmth of his cock. Lost in a world of erotic dreams and fantasy he worked the cock slowly guided by Marcin's hands on his head. Time mattered not he was wildly turned on tasting and feeling his cock in his mouth. Marcin pulled back looking down at the pleading eyes of this puppy, a malicious sexy grin on his face as he pushed Christian on to his back. He needed this man and he shuffled around on the bed raising his legs and rubbing his hole, mumbling words and begging to be taken. Marcin climbed on the bed between his legs, without standing on any ceremony he moved his cock in to position and pushed tearing Christian open. His back arched high off the bed and he cried loudly, the excitement had him finding the strength to lift his arms grabbing Marcin's waist and pulling him deeper. His arse burned yet he craved the forceful nature of him, he had to satisfy this man, satisfy himself even more. Every inch spearing in to his body hurt but he was weirdly oblivious to it. He had never felt like this, desperate to be joined with him through the act of mating, he wanted to be with him forever. His eyes focused as the body above him moved up and down as the mating began, the cock moving freely from the pressure of his thrusting, deeper and deeper he fucked. The angry passion in him rising begging to be fucked harder and harder, mate with me, make me yours he cried out. Marcin stared down in to his eyes and grabbed his arms holding them above his head ramping up the speed and intensity as he fucked the young lad deeper, penetrating his soul and shattering his body with ground breaking thrusts until he reared up and grunted wildly. Holding still and looking in to Christian's eyes whilst his cock pulsed with fierce intensity, injecting his seed deep in to the lad. Christian moaned smiling he could feel the seed filling his arse, the warmth of it sent a soothing tingle all over his body, the vibration from each pulse of his cock tantalised his anal wall. The sensations driving Christian wild relinquishing all control of his body, his breathing quickened rolling his head back he began ejaculating and urinating at the same time. Christian knew what he was doing but was unable to lift his head or open his mouth to apologise. A change had come over him with such speed, the heat of the passion sent his heart beating faster. Resulting in the numerous potent botanicals getting pumped quicker around his body, reaching every blood vessel confusing his mind and rendering him useless. Staring up at the ceiling in bewilderment and strangely enjoying the feeling of the warm urine trickling out of his cock. His muscles had ceased to function and his arms laid at his side, the effects of the anica oil doing its work with incredible efficiency. His body pain free in a comforting drowsy state, with no idea where he was now he had a satisfied sexual grin on his face. Marcin pulled his cock out and looked down at the open hole, his ejaculation came so hard and deep that there was no sign of any cum. He had impregnated the lad with his seed who now laid there like he had transcended to another plane, the young body was now marked and easy for his master to locate. There was a little disappointment that the lad hadn't put up much of a fight or responded towards the last part of their sex, he would do this again with him when there was more fight in his body. Marcin chuckled knowing that the amount of the blackcurrant cordial he had drunk would have him in this state for most of the night. He ran a finger over his mouth and lips then leaned down and kissed him softly, he knew that soon this body would be pure and free of any toxins. He was quite taken with him and almost forgot that he had to get up to the mansion. Marcin stood up and smiled walking up to the top of the bed and reached behind grabbing the manacles he secured his wrists to the iron bed posts. He did the same with his ankles then from under the bed he retrieved the metal collar securing it around Christian's neck then fixing the chain to it from the bed post. He picked up the young lads back pack and a notepad fell out, he opened it and read a couple of pages that told him enough. He was here with a friend researching Gregor Kovalek and it read like they had found out more than anyone had ever managed to uncover before. He knew what had to be done and leave the lad in the hands of Gregor. Right now he had to get up to the mansion and stop what was taking place, he now knew for definite that this young lad’s appearance was planned all along. The way he talked non-stop in an attempt to keep him distracted had now lead to his own capture ready for Gregor. Marcin smirked looking down in to his eyes shaking his head at him like he was a naughty child. He had never asked Gregor for anything through all the years of serving him, but looking at this young lad he would ask if his master would grant him eternal life as a play thing and to help serve his master. Marcin kneeled down and reached under the bed pulling the ancient leather head harness out. He kissed him on the lips again then placed the harness over his head, securing the metal rings to the neck collar and strapping the gag in place. Walking over to the chest of draws he pulled over several incontinence pads placing them under his arse to soak up the toxic urine that was dribbling out sporadically now the botanicals were now at full effect getting work in his body. He did one last check making sure the manacles were all secure. He gave his hole a little rub then smiled walking out the room and closing the door. Along the short passage way and out through the wall he walked in to the kitchen picking up the keys to his van. Connor suddenly shook his head beginning to feel disorientated as to where he was, looking around he wondered who the people here are. His eyes roamed up at the cage catching sight of the guy trapped inside the cage. Evan stood up putting his hand on Connor's shoulder, a spiritual force erupting between them. For the second time in as many days Connor was in Evan's head by some supernatural way, the voice coming through to him telling him to rescue Jacob and focus on the task. A swirl of white and he saw Evan in a church swearing to protect the pure blood, behind him was Tomas and Ivan also swearing their protection. The intrusion had the effect of clouding the confusion bringing them back to the task at hand. Evan pushed Connor away staring at him "I told you not to do that" he said sounding angry. Connor shook his head "I don't know how it happens Evan. Truly I am sorry". Evan nodded "I should apologise, I freak out knowing you are in my head" he said. "Jacob" Connor said, "The cage is cursed, what if we put water on it?" he asked. Evan touched a clasp then sighed quickly opening his eyes "The servant comes, he knows we are here". Jacob moaned and began urinating uncontrollably "Holy water" Tomas said, "Break the curse". Evan nodded and looked for his back pack "Guys it is nearly 8pm" Ivan said looking worried. Evan found the bottle of holy water and rushed over to the cage dabbing some of it on his finger and touching one clasp that sprung open. He did the same on several more clasps that all sprung open and stayed open. The other three dabbed their fingers in began working all over the cage and clasp after claps sprang open as the curse was breaking. "Clever to curse each clasp" Tomas said looking at Connor. Connor smiled at him "Time consuming if you ask me" he replied smiling at him. It was evident the relief on their faces that things were now going their way. Finally the front of the cage fell off with Jacob falling forward immediately, Ivan moved in quickly catching him. His whole body was weak with no strength or control over his muscles so Ivan hoisted him over his shoulders. "Got everything?" Evan asked shining his torch around and they nodded. Heading towards the door Connor stopped "Wait" he said retrieving the bag belonging to Jacques. "What do you want that for?" Evan asked securing his own bag over his back. "I think we owe his family an explanation" Connor replied. "That is not a good idea, how are you going to explain it?" Tomas asked looking at Connor. Connor shrugged but knew it was the right thing to do. Jacques family deserved to know the truth he told Tomas who reminded him that no one would believe such a story. Connor was adamant that at least they needed to know he was dead. Ivan suggested they drop his belongings off at the local police station under darkness with a note pointing them towards Vadimov manor. Connor agreed to go along with that suggestion. They walked out of the room and a gentle breeze floated over them, they then all started walking in different directions claiming they knew the way out.

Love stories like this, breeding is the hidden spaces people don't see. Had that happen over Christmas at the Gallaria Mall near me. Guy who was white, super cute, late teens early 20s was trying to find his car and seemed a bit drunk. He told me where he thought it was but couldn't find it. Eventually he led me being a big concrete pillar near a corner and asked me to suck him off. We were blocked from passing cars and only a car parked nearby would see us. he undid his jeans, and I dropped down to suck his nice sized cock. He should have no problem finding a guy or girl to suck him and I loved hearing him moan with the sound of cars in the background. He had me stand up and undid my jeans, pulling out my cock and stroking me hard. I was stroking his cock and he leaned in to kiss me and I could taste and smell the beer on his breath. Maybe that's what he needed to do something like this. "You wanna fuck?" he softly whispered. I said I did, and he smiled at me. He steered me to face the concrete pillar and I could hear and feel him spit on my ass, forcing his bare cock in me. His cock felt amazing, and I really wanted his load, telling him how good his cock felt. "You want that cum?" "You want me to cum in you?" he asked. I said I did, and I could feel him laugh saying he guessed I did, and that he loved cumming inside guys, giving them what they wanted. He was stroking my cock as he fucked me, and I was hoping he wanted to get fucked too as now I was horny as hell. He shot his load inside me, and I could feel him shudder as he did. I begged him to stay in me and not to pull out, to pump all of his cum inside me and he did. I was jerking my cock and as he slid out of me, I said it was his turn and he got up against the pillar but asked me if I had a condom. I said I didn't have one and honestly was kind of pissed as he'd just bred me raw and came in me. I spat on his ass and my cock and started forcing my dick in him. "Shit bro, are you neg?" he asked frantically as I started stroking inside him. I said I was and asked him if he was too. "Yeah, I guess" was his weird response. I didn't care. I'd already taken his load and was damn sure gonna put mine inside him. He kept muttering "oh fuck, oh fuck" as I stroked inside him, and I was tempted to say something but didn't want him to freak out or tell me to pull out to cum. I blasted a huge load inside him and he let out repeated "fuck yeah, oh god yeah"'s so I guessed he liked taking my load and wanted it after all. I didn't stop stroking and continued fucking him. If you're doing something like this, you've obviously done it before, and he was clearly a slutty little pig. He probably used his frat boy looks to get other guys to take him bareback and he's probably let other guys breed his hole too, even with his weak and pathetic ask for safe sex. And if you're going out to do this and wanted safe, wouldn't you bring a condom? He probably just wanted to rationalize that he at least asked before taking me bareback. I'm probably not even the first guy to fuck him today. He's probably gonna find another guy to breed him after I'm done. I go so worked up I blasted another load inside him. "Fuck that was intense bro" he said as I pulled out and pulled my jeans back up. I could see my cum slowly leaking out his ass and down my leg and loved it as he pulled his jeans back up, knowing he was going to be walking around with my seed still inside him. "You wanna do this again" he asked, and I almost laughed as it was so desperate and needy. I said sure and we swapped numbers but I damn sure won't be wearing a condom to fuck him next time. He is taking my load again and clearly he doesn't have problems taking loads. My guess is he was probably headed to a bathroom to clean up his ass and go out and try and find another guy to breed him.

Hmu if you are around holmview/Beenleigh and can host. Happy to breed you

New Years came in with a bang! Ginger bear stopped by the store around 11, asking me if I wanted some beer, and what kind did I like? He was wearing simply pair of gum shorts and had a small wet spot if pre cum on them! Once again, his ginger pubes were perking out of the top of his shorts. I'm not one that loves an overly bushy crotch, as I hate flossing with pubes, but his turned me on! I suggested to get a beer that I didn't even know we had, yuengling Hersheys porter which someone bought earlier. I joked that it probably goes well with ginger! It was about 12:30 when I got to his apartment and he met me at the door buck naked, and semi hard. He planted a deep kiss on me, saying happy new year, quickly followed by let's fuck! We headed to his bedroom where I got in my favorite starting position, doggy. No ass teasing this time, he lubed up my hole and went in balls to the wall. He had obviously been horny all night and dropped his load in me in less than 10 minutes. It was quick, but a huge load that dripped from my ass.

The bottom piG in the video clip below is hiGh at a kiTe. B E A U T I F U L !! [think before following links] https://www.xvideos.com/video23574752/strong_begging_for_cock

Yes, I bought one. Tried it on my dick but it is kind of too much irrirating on your dick in the beginning, because your dick is new ro it. I prefer to wear a real condom under i in the first part of the fucking I showed my fuckbuddy the cruel condom and he was very excited I really bought it and intend to fuck him with it We didn't do it yet.

As a sub bottom totally focused on pleasing the top, I fully accept that he decides how and when he puts his load inside me. Sometimes a top is in the mood to to quickly dump and go, other times he likes to pound my tight hole in different positions and takes his time. He’s in total control while he fucks me and that’s what gets me off.

Get yourself a 21st century dr!

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Part 12 Late the next day TJ finally started stirring from his sedative induced state. I sat in a chair in the corner along with Paul, sharing a joint as we watched the boy slowly regain consciousness. He softly moaned as he started to feel the pain from his fresh wounds and over fucked hole. I knew his insides must be aching and I smiled at his torment as I stroked my hard cock. And it was far from over. I had decided not to plug his hole after I last dumped in it. Instead, I had diapered the bitch, knowing the cum would leak out of him and that he would piss himself in his sleep, making a wet slimy mess that would further humiliate the "straight" boy still left in him. I also knew he would be VERY thirsty at this point and had attached a rubber piss gag to him. This consisted of a rubber part that covered his mouth with a tube that passed through it so that his mouth was perfectly sealed off. He would be forced to swallow whatever was forced into his mouth through the attached funnel or drown. I had contemplated blindfolding him, but I wanted to see the terror in his eyes when he realized he would be forced to swallow piss. I gave him a little shot of T, just enough to make him fully regain consciousness. Then Paul and I began by spitting into the funnel. TJ shook his head in protest, but as he was tied spread eagle, it did nothing to stop us. We hocked a couple loogies each as well as copious amounts of saliva. It didn't slide easily through the tube so Paul leaned down and removed the funnel and blew into the tube, forcing the snot and spit into TJ's mouth. TJ gagged as the slime entered his mouth, but he could do nothing to stop it. Paul and I just laughed. Then I held up a glass that was half full of cum that I had been collecting and freezing. TJ's eyes just grew big as he protested into the gag. It's one thing to swallow cum from a cock you've been sucking, but it's another story to be forced to swallow cum that's been collected for the purpose of humiliation, and TJ knew that as his eyes pleaded for mercy. I picked up a baggie and waved it in front of TJ's face. Then I sprinkled a little bit of the powder into the funnel and poured the cum in. TJ's face wrinkled up as the slimy concoction slid into his mouth. He wretched a bit and I'm sure a little vomit rose into his mouth, but he had no choice but to swallow everything back down. Humiliating TJ had my cock rock hard and it took a lot of will power to get it soft enough to piss. But eventually I did and I dangled my piercing over the funnel and let go of my stream. TJ was begging and pleading into the gag as much as he could, and tears formed in his eyes, which only made me smile. He was wretching again and I saw his cheeks expand as he struggled in his bonds. But eventually his survival instinct to not drown in my piss took over and he started gulping it down. It took everything I had not to get hard again as I watched TJ's Adams apple bob up and down as my piss made its way to his stomach. Eventually all good things must come to an end and I ran out of piss. But luckily Paul was ready to go and TJ didn't even get a break before more piss was being forced into his body. He had obviously resigned himself to his fate as he no longer struggled, but just lay there gulping it down. His stomach started to make gurgling sounds as it was quickly filled up. After Paul had finished, I felt TJ's diaper and it still had a lot of room left in it, so I decided to leave him be for a while. I knew the recycled piss wouldn't take long to go through his body, and soon he would be pissing himself again. Only this time, he would be conscious, which would be even more humiliating. And I couldn't wait to watch it. We left TJ alone for a while, after attaching clamps to his nipples, and went into the living room to make some plans for later. After about an hour we returned to the room. TJ hadn't pissed himself yet, which was good. He was trying to hold it. I loaded up a fat pipe and removed the funnel from the tube. Paul and I took turns hitting the pipe and exhaling into TJ's tube, giving the boy lots of hits. "Do you have to piss yet boy?" I asked him. He just shook his head yes. "Well, get on with it pig. You're going to piss in the diaper while we watch." To my surprise, TJ didn't even try to protest. I guess he knew it wouldn't matter anyway. He just took a deep breath and closed his eyes. Then the diaper started to swell and I instantly boned up as I watched my straight skaterboy meth whore fall one more notch down the inescapable rabbit hole. As soon as he finished pissing himself, I grabbed a rig as Paul undid his bonds. TJ looked at me with that glazed look of apprehension as he knew he was about to get his reward. Paul tied off his arm and I stuck the needle in and soon TJ was flying again. I ripped the diaper off of him and threw him face down. The diaper was a wet, soggy mess, especially where the red tainted cum had leaked from his damaged hole. I decided to let Paul go first, but without any lube. He just spit on TJ's hole a couple of times and rammed himself in. TJ let out a howl as his very tender hole was ripped open yet again. I shoved the cummy part of the diaper into his open mouth, gagging him with the filth. Then I pushed his head into the piss soaked diaper, soaking his entire face and hair in the piss while Paul held onto his shoulders and Jack hammered him. Paul was so turned on it didn't take him long before he was shooting his dirty seed into TJ's aching hole. When Paul finished dumping, I flipped the teenager over and placed his ankles over my shoulders. Then, without even spitting, I rammed my 11 inches all the way home. I pounded TJ's broken pussy with all my might as I pressed the pissy diaper into his face. TJ could hardly breath as I smothered him. I held the diaper over his mouth and nose as I raped his hairy hole. I would only lift it up when he was fighting for air, and then only long enough to let him get a couple quick gasps in before I smothered him again. Paul did his part by pinching and abusing the boys nips, adding to his torment. I fucked TJ for a solid 20 minutes, never letting him get enough air. Then the most amazing thing happened. TJ started convulsing and his caged cock started spewing a huge load of watery cum, soaking his stomach and the sheets. As he convulsed, his ass squeezed and milked my cock and I shot off a huge load deep inside him. As I pulled out and admired my red streaked cock, I grabbed TJ's stringy hair and forced my half hard cock down his semi-conscious throat, causing it to bulge. Then I let loose with a little bit more piss straight down into his stomach. When I had finished, I threw a sputtering TJ onto the floor where the trash belonged. Then for good measure, I gave him a swift kick to the balls, causing him to double over. "He gonna be ok to meet your dealer later?" Paul asked me. "Like I give a fuck about that meth whore." I replied. "He'll take whatever he's given!"

Part 11 I threw TJ's jeans at him as he layed there on the dirty, piss covered ground, cum leaking out of his hole. "Get dressed you fucking white trash cumdump!" I ordered him as I shoved the fat pug back into is ass. I just stood over him as he slowly pulled his pants on, spitting on him. "Hurry up you little faggot!" I demanded. He pulled his jeans on and I unlocked his leash. I started to lead him back out through the maze, past all the homeless guys that had just used him. He just hung his head in shame as we walked. I looked at him, his long, stringy hair matted with cum, his naked tattooed torso covered in streaks of dirt and slime and couldn't help myself. My newest prize looked so trashy and fucked up that I grabbed him by the back of his neck and shoved him against the wall, smashing his face into the cold, hard bricks. I ripped down his jeans and pulled out the plug. Cum ran out of his ass and onto my big, hard cock before I rammed it into him.TJ moaned as I slammed into him over and over while I pushed his face into the bricks, leaving scratches all over one side of his face. "You fucking take that you little bitch!" I growled, as if he had any other choice. "You're a disgusting little meth slut, aren't you bitch? You'll do anything to get high, won't you? Come on, let me hear it bitch. Tell me what you are!" "I'm a meth slut." TJ gurgled. "I'll do anything to get high." "Damn straight you will, you low down, pathetic faggot!" I hissed as I pumped another of my dirty loads into his increasingly wrecked hole. After I re-plugged him and pulled his jeans back up, I led him to the car and opened the trunk, throwing him in. "Thats where disgusting little meth pigs deserve to ride." I said as I slammed the trunk closed. I drove to our next destination. The bathhouse. The sleazy one where anything goes and usually does. I led TJ from the trunk to the front desk, where the desk clerk just leered at him. George, a big bear of a man, just passed me a key as I slid him a baggie of T. He knew what was up. I always bring my whores here. The second we walked through the door, I made TJ remove his jeans and led him naked to our room. Of course I took the long route, so as many people as possible could see my newest victim in all his trashy glory. We passed one of the regulars, Ben. He wasn't that old, early 40's, but in the advanced stages of AIDS. His skin sagged off his skinny, once muscular body while his belly puffed out. He smiled at us as he looked TJ up and down with his sunken eyes. "Any luck tonight?" I asked him. "Naw." He replied. "But that's how it goes." I just smiled and beckoned him to follow us. He did and soon I was shutting the door to our room. Ben sat on the bed as I pushed TJ to the floor. I dug out my supplies and handed Ben a pipe." "Where'd you find this one?" He asked, as he got the pipe rolling. "Skate park." I replied. "Damn, you're lucky." He said as exhaled a cloud. "It's all skill my man." I laughed. "You just need to know how to trap the stupid bitches." Ben laughed as he sat back, hitting the pipe as I pulled out another little baggie. I quickly laid out two lines on the bathhouse floor and handed TJ a little straw. He quickly snorted them up, not having any idea that is wasn't T, but K. Some good old Ketamine. In no time flat, he was collapsed on the floor as he sunk into the K-hole. Ben and I pulled him onto the bed. "He's ready for you." I said, as Ben stroked his hardening cock. I pulled out the plug, and more cum ran out. I scooped it up and wiped it into TJ's slack, open mouth. He stared at Ben with vacant eyes, unable to move as his legs were lifted and yet another cock slid into his "straight" skaterboy cunt. "Oh god he feels so good!" Ben moaned as he slid his 7" cock in and out of the incapacitated boy. "So loose, so juicy! I'm not gonna last long!" I sat back, enjoying the pipe as I watched the diseased ravaged man have his way with my helpless whore. Soon, I was enjoying the site of Ben deeply kissing my whore as he buried himself in to the hilt and pumped TJ full of a really, nasty load. "Got another one in you?" I asked as I handed him the pipe. "You know I do!" He enthusiastically answered. "Help me roll him over." We rolled TJ onto his stomach and Ben climbed on top of him, sliding his cock back into the barley conscious boy. He laid his body on TJ's and wrapped his arms around him as he sawed in and out of TJ's cumhole. After a little bit, TJ started coming back to reality and began moaning as his ass was fucked yet again. I smiled an evil smile as Ben deposited his second high viral load into my whore. "Thank you." He said as he wrapped a towel around himself and opened the door. "No, thank YOU." I smiled as I fingered TJ's cum filled hole. After about 20 minutes TJ was back to being semi conscious and I was ready for the last part of his ordeal for the night. I gave him one, final big slam. Then I stood him up with his arm over my shoulder for support, and helped walk him out the door and down the hall. I knew at this point, TJ's mind was more than gone. He may have been technically conscious, but he probably had no idea of where or even who he was at this point. This only made the men we passed stare more leacherously at the dirty, skanky, trashy teenager as I led him to the open play room. With a little help, I soon had him splayed on a St. Andrew's cross, his back and ass exposed and ready, his mouth gagged to help stifle the inevitable screams. Because, as fucked up as he was, he was going to feel this! A small crowd had gathered to watch as I picked up a whip and expertly landed the first blow right in the middle of TJ's back. He screamed as his body tensed up and a dark red welt appeared. After a few more strokes, TJ just hung there blubbering. Someone took mercy on him and fed him some poppers, but I didn't stop. Not until I had landed 20 lashes across his teenage whore back. I had broken the skin in a few places, and a little bit of blood dripped down. Then I took a bandana from one of the guys and soaked it in poppers, tying it across TJ's nose. Soon, his head just kind of flopped as I picked up a cane. Looking around, I could see many men masturbating as they watched the scene in front of them. "Don't blow your loads gents!" I said to the room. "This slut will be available as soon as I'm done!" And with that, I raised the cane and brought it down full strength across TJ's ass cheeks. He part screamed, part whimpered, and part moaned into the gag as I watched a deep red mark appear. Three more strikes and TJ was once again blubbering. After 10, I stopped and admired what I had done. TJ's ass was just one giant, swollen, throbbing piece of flesh. It was dark purple where the cane had struck the same spot more than once, and a little blood ran down his legs. And true to my word, I made TJ available after that. I and another guy released him from the cross and laid him on a fuck bench, strapping him down. I left the gag in, as I didn't want any loads going in his mouth. Then, I sat back and enjoyed the show, watching these men fuck my freshly beaten bitch. They ran their hands over his body, feeling the welts and the heat that radiated from them. A few of the guys even pulled their cocks out of his ass, and shot their loads across his bloodied back and ass, rubbing their, most likely, dirty semen into the fresh wounds that covered his young, teenage body. See, I told you anything goes here! After a couple of hours, the last man dumped into TJ and it was time to leave. I had to have help getting him off the fuck bench, to the room, and out to my car, as TJ could barely stand at this point. Once I got back to my place, I hefted him out of the trunk and carried him up the stairs over my shoulder. I dropped him on the bed where he just stared up at me with those vacant, fucked up eyes. I smiled at my toy. Then I took another syringe and gave TJ a powerful sedative that would knock his ass out for at least 12 hours. Then I pulled off his jeans and crawled next to him. I ran my hands all over his body as he lay unconscious on his stomach, feeling the damage I had inflicted on him. It made my cock hard. I spread his legs and pulled out the plug. I groaned as I looked at his hole. It wasn't even closing. It just gaped open, a very angry red as I could see some of insides poking out. Cum dripped from his new little rosebud and I fingered him, proud of myself for the destruction I had caused to his straight boy ass. Then I reached into the nightstand and pulled out a piercing. I quickly swapped my regular one for one that had several spikes poking out. Then I slid into him. TJ didn't move a muscle in his passed out state as my huge cock and spiked piercing proceeded to shred his insides even more. His hole was just a loose, wet sloppy hole by this point. I could barely feel it around my dick. I moved my hips around as I pressed the spikes into his innards. Then, I pulled out, relishing the site of my cock covered in slime and fresh blood. I held onto his hips and slammed myself back into him and fucked his lifeless body for a good twenty minutes before I flooded it one last time for the night with another, dirty load.

It was past midnight as Jake had pulled us into a ghost town outside of Atlanta called, "Apalachee". No one had been there since the 1950's. He said he liked the spot for just that reason. There was an abandoned ranch style one floor hotel where he liked to park. We got there and another 18 wheeler was there ahead of us. Jake opened my door for me like a gentleman, and I took his hand as I got out - naked as the day I was born mind you - and stayed close to him. It wasn't just out of affection, it was also because I was having trouble walking in my present condition. The virus hit me hard, which is of course what I wanted. Jake pointed to a hotel room door, #6, and told me to go shower. I was hoping he'd say that because it had been a while and I needed one to clean up - and if I'm being honest, I wanted to feel the warm water against my body. I saw the man I presumed to be Tony only briefly then and I can best describe him as a Coke machine wearing denim. He stood well over 6 feet and tipped the scales at 300 pounds or so, most of that being solid muscle. Blonde hair in a brush cut, deep blue eyes, clean shaven, a few faded tattoos on his forearms - so old they were hard to read. He looked to be in his early 40's. It was easy to see the scars from years of trucking on his arms and hands. This was a blue collar working man, the kind of man most women like, including me. Girls like to feel protected. About half an hour later, I emerged from the hotel room and Jake was gone - I presume headed to Atlanta to be with his family. I walked until I stood in front of Tony. While I was naked, he wore faded denim jeans with matching sleeveless shirt. He wasted no time in placing an actual dog collar round my neck. It was pink and really thin but did have a tag that said, 'Bitch #29" on it. He then attached a matching leash and looked down at me. "Am I going to have any trouble with you, bitch?" He asked in a booming voice. I shook my head. "No, I didn't give any to Jake. I may be a whore, but I'm an obedient whore." I said coughing into my arm. He nodded and led me to his 18 wheeler. As I got closer I saw he was trucking a national beer brand. "You haul beer? Really?" I asked slightly amused. He answered without turning around. "Yeah. What of it, bitch?" I shrugged. "Oh, nothing. I was just wondering if we're going to be joined by a Pontiac Trans am and get chased by a cop from Texas. Should I wear a wedding dress?" And that's when I learned my collar was a shock collar. While I was on my hands and knees he walked over and stood over me. "Jake said you were a smart ass, bitch. Sometimes I like it and sometimes I don't." He tugged on my leash and I stood up, following him. He led me to my side of the rig, and opened the door, offering his hand to help me into my seat. He came around the other side and he clipped the other end of my leash to an eye hook in the ceiling. He started up the rig and started to drive. "Jake tells me you're HIV+ and he gave it to you." He said calmly as he took us out of the parking lot and headed west. I nodded and leaned back in my seat, looking out the window. "Yes. He blood slammed me and loaded me up with cum well over 3 dozen times in the last few days. That's what the shower was about, I'm certain I was getting kinda gnarly." He smiled. "Yeah, he told me the whole story bitch. Jake and I have different strains and I'm going to give you mine as well. Do you know what that means?" I shook my head as I reached for a bottle of soda under the seat. "It means you're about to have two different strains in you and they call that, "recombinant' and it means your body is going to have a harder time." I smiled a devilish grin, and without a moment's hesitation, I reached over and unzipped his fly to pull his cock from his pants. starting to massage him. "Really? Do tell." He shot me a puzzled look and got his eyes back on the road. "You don't waste any time, do you bitch?" I shook my head. "Why would I? I'm a whore. Fucking HIV positive men is what I DO, Tony." As he grew in my hand he continued. "The new strain is more aggressive, an harder to stop. It causes AIDS faster. It will shorten your life span by about half." He said as he started to have trouble breathing or concentrating on the road. It was almost like I was distracting him. I maintained a tight grip on his cock, stroking fully but adding a slow half twist as I went from top to bottom. Tony changed subjects. "Jake told me to think of you as a woman, you just have a penis. If that's what you are, why not present as female?" He asked tightening his grip on his steering wheel. "Because it's just easier. This way there's no fighting over which bathroom I should use or how I should dress. Besides, there's really no need to - anyone that sees me knows instantly what I am. I'm a fucking bitch, I'm a bottom and I'm into men." Now that I had him rock hard, it was time to go deeper so I crawled over to his side and mounted him while facing him. I slid him slowly into me. He was thicker than Jake, but a little shorter. I inhaled a deep breath as I moaned. I came all the way down until I looked him in the eyes, albeit wincing a little. "You're thick, Tony...I'm not sure I can handle all of you." He took his left hand off the wheel, put it on my right shoulder and pushed down. "You're going to take me cunt, whether you think you can or not. My cock is hungry for bitch hole." I nodded as I slowly reared up, taking him almost all the way out....just to the base of his head before slowly twisting my way down to his base. "I'm.....I'm not sure I can, Tony. FUCK you're thick!" I said as my own cock started to grow. He put his face as much into my neck as he could while keeping his eyes on the road. "You don't have a choice, cunt! You're nothing to us. We're using you." I put my mouth next to his ear and whispered. "I'll tell you a secret - I'm also using you." I kept the strokes in and out of me full because I wanted to feel every inch of him....feel his skin sliding back and forth inside of me...feel his muscle flexing...feel him throbbing. I kissed the nape of his neck and start to suck on it. Softly but wet and sensual. "I can feel you wanting me, Tony...you like my nice, wet, tight hole....like that it needs you. Like that it hungers for your cock more than it did for Jake. Like that it needs your seed in a way that no other bitch ever has. He began to wring the steering wheel, almost twisting it from it's shaft. He tried to say something but all he could do was grunt. I like that about men. I knew he was close so I quickened my pace and took him the rest of the way home. "You and your organization Tony, you're nothing to me either. I'm using you - all of you - to get what *I* want. This is the life I've dreamed of so I'm going to ride your cock, I'm going to keep your balls drained as I did for Jake, and I'm going to do it until you pass me onto the next poz trucker stud!" I didn't have to pump him in and out of me a single more time. He let go of the steering wheel entirely, underhooking my shoulders with both his massive arms, and pulling down hard. It had been a while since Tony had his balls drained like that - they were nice and full. I pulled my head back to look him in his deep, dreamy blue eyes and said, "Tell me what I am, Tony." His whole body convulsed as the rig began to fishtail down the road. "You're.......a............fucking.............WHORE!" He screamed as he continued to empty his seed into me. I sucked on his ear lobe and whispered. "I want all of it, Tony....all of your seed. Give it to me. I'm begging you." His legs locked, his tree trunk arms flexed and he screamed once more as he gave me the last few drops he had. I waited until he was flaccid before pulling him out of me. I sat in my seat quietly, closing my legs as tightly as I could to keep in his toxic cum. I didn't want any to leak out. I also reached over and zipped his cock back into its pants. He looked back at me, completely exhausted. That's the thing about being the receiver of a fucking....your partner feels exhausted while you feel refreshed and recharged. It's almost like you're taking his energy and making it your own. It's why I was ready to go again and he needed a break. "I've....I've never cum that fast, bitch. Seriously,I've never had a man ride me like that! Holy shit!" He said sounding both amazed and pleased. I leaned back in my seat and resumed drinking my soda. "I'm a fucking whore, Tony. This is what I do."

CHAPTER 7: The Sex Party - Part 4 Chris is holding onto me tightly, with that poz cock of his, still hard … and still inside me. I love taking his cum so much. I can’t believe Chris stopped taking his meds. It’s like something new has opened between us. My heart is racing a bit knowing he probably just infected me, assuming it hasn’t happened already tonight. I like this, but there’s still sex going on and I realize Alec is still being fucked right in front of us. I shift my body to make out with Alec while his ass is being reamed. “Uhhhhhhhhh …. Uhhhhhhhhh”, our kiss breaks with a few grunts from Alec, “cuuuuuuuuuuuu …. uhhhhhhhh”, he grunts, and I realize he’s cumming just from being fucked – I love that. I look at the top above him and it’s pretty clear that Alec’s hole has a death grip on the guy’s cock. It also seems like Alec is about to take a huge load – I hope Alec is getting what he wants. Alec’s eyes are still closed, but a worn smile comes over his face, “Uhhhhhhhh… uhhhhhhh… fuck……..” and in that instant I know the top’s grunts mean he is breeding that ass. I kiss Alec one more time and a bit of sweat drips down his forehead. I’m not sure what I enjoy more, taking poz cum, or watching an intense breeding. I whisper in Alec’s ear, “He’s poz dude” and he lifts his head a bit so we can make out one more time. I’m enjoying this afterglow, but seeing the intense orgasm from Alec, and the top fucking him, has me horny and I need to take another load. I squeeze down on Chris’ cock, but he’s softening up and he pops out. We finally break apart and Chris helps me stand up. “That was so fucking hot”, he says, before kissing me. I just look at him, smiling, in total agreement. “Hearing you beg for me to cum like that … and, knowing, … “, his voice trails off. We’re looking into each other’s eyes, I simply nod and he finishes, “… I might infect you now.” I kiss him again, “I think I dumped a gallon inside you Kevin”. We kiss one more time, this time I break the kiss, “I’ve made peace with this Chris, … I’m ok with … “, I pause for only a moment and he completes my words, “Being positive?”. I nod again, a silent affirmation. “I got that”, he says, this time he’s smiling at me and I feel closer to him now than I ever have. Chris and I decide to walk around for a bit, to see how Mike is doing, and watch the others. We move closer to the fuck benches to watch Mike and Jacob, both of them still taking poz cock. It’s been a couple of hours since Mike and I got here. I can’t believe they are still bent over the fuck benches taking cock like that. “How many tops are here?”, I wonder. I have no idea how they can keep going like this, but Chris will tell me later that our hunky party organizer is giving them short breaks when needed. Chris also tells me how the fuck benches are setup perfectly for breeding so that the top and bottom are comfortable and how there’s a large enough hole for the bottom’s cock and balls to slide through so he can even piss without even being let up. Being naturally curious, those words get the best of me. “Where? … How?”, Chris can see I’m confused and he grins … “There’s a large pan under the fuck bench but if you move it there’s also enough room for … “, he pauses, “… for a thirsty bottom, or top … “, and he grins, “… to get under there and drink from the tap. He smiles devilishly. Mike and I swallow and play with our piss now and again – suddenly I want to try and do this. “So how does one…. “, Chris laughs a little, “The guys are given drinks during breaks and when they request them … then whichever of them needs to piss, they just snaps his fingers a few times”. He can see I’m not quite getting it, “Unless someone stops them, they can just let it go – it goes in the pan”, “Stops them?”, “Basically”. Maybe it’s me, but when Chris talks about anything sexual his voice gets a bit more sultry, and I get instantly horned, this is no different – I really want to try this now. Chris can see from the grin on my face I’m sold. We move closer to Mike and Jacob, it’s so funny to be so close to them, yet they have no idea we’re right there hovering over them … watching. This isn’t a quick process though, we watch for more than 15 or 20 minutes when I hear it … Jacob snaps his fingers repeatedly. I look at Chris, he knows I want this, he nods at me to go for it. I put a hand on Jacob’s shoulder and I hear Chris pipe up, “Wait”, he says. Chris points under the bench and I move the piss pan and crawl under Jacob’s bench. I honestly want Mike’s piss but right now it looks like I’m getting Jacob’s. I hadn’t noticed it but the top stopped fucking while all of this is going on. I look over at Chris again and he’s just smiling at me. Under the bench my mouth is nearly perfectly aligned under Jacob’s soft leaking cock; I can reach out and touch the tip with my tongue. I hear Chris, “Go for it”. There is barely enough room under this bench for me, “Good thing I’m not claustrophobic”, I think. I hear Jacob grunt a little, then there’s a spurt and Jacob’s piss starts to flow into my open mouth before going everywhere. My mind is reeling and I attempt to swallow but his piss is coming out so violently I can’t keep up – I’m going to be soaked. I can taste his piss, feel it on my face, in my hair and it’s going all over me, but I’m loving it. “I want Mike’s, too”, I think. Jacob’s piss tastes so good, I love drinking from his cock. I’m doing my best to keep up with him and swallow it all down but every time I close my mouth, a huge splash of piss goes everywhere. By the time his bladder is empty piss will be everywhere, I’m sure of it. Finally, that lovely golden fluid starts to ease up and I know he’s almost empty, … I hear him snap his fingers again and I feel the top resume fucking him. Jacob’s cock pops out of my mouth as I try to lick up the last bits of his flow. I feel Chris grabbing my arm and helping me out from under the bench, and then he pushes the pan back into place. I’m soaking wet and smell like Jacob’s piss, Chris kisses me, “You smell good … ”, the he licks up some of the piss from my chest. I smile and look around noticing that a couple of guys are using towels to get up the mess. Chris kisses me, “…you might want a shower now …”, but before he can finish that thought, I interrupt him, “… and another load of poz cum in my ass”. Chris just looks at me with eyes that say “dirty fucker”, but we both know it’s true. I need it. “Go shower and then find me … I’ll be around here”, he says. He notices my confusion and points. I walk into the shower room and it’s becoming clear just how large this party space is, there are 12 shower heads in a gang arrangement with bathroom facilities separated by a wall. Steven, the only other bottom here wearing a cock cage, is being fucked under one of the shower heads. I can hear the clank of metal from his cage. There are a few other guys in here rinsing off too including the party host, Mark and that hot English guy Trevor. It looks like they’ve taken off any leather accessories and now I can get a good look at their bodies. I squeeze in between our host and Trevor, “Is there enough room for me?”, knowing full well there are at least 8 other shower heads no one is using. The guys let me in under the water to rinse off the piss and almost immediately I feel hands. There isn’t a lot of talking just these three guys touching and feeling my body and I can feel a large cock in the crack of my ass. I barely get rinsed when I feel them leading me over to some towels and then 6 hands are drying my body off and I see each of them quickly drying themselves off. “Where …”, I start to ask and Trevor puts a finger over my mouth, “Got this mate”. I just let them lead me. We move back into the party area and the guys move me to a large mat and almost immediately I’m on my back, legs up. “Uhhhhhhhhhhh……..uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh………….FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! “, I hear a voice almost shouting, and what is obviously an intense orgasm, and snap my head over to see a guy pressed balls deep into Mike. In my moment of distraction, I feel hands, and my legs are bending. I move my head back to find our party host up against me, and his lubed cock sliding balls deep into me. “Ahhhhhhhh fuck yea … Mike was right … fuck yea … nice tight neg hole you got there”, I smile, “Mike talked about my hole?”, I think. The host slides in and out of me starting with a steady rhythm and the other guys are touching the both of us, encouraging him as he fucks me. “Fuck yea … take it boy … take it the way Mike is taking it”, he grunts. “Fuck me… ahhhhh…. Ahhhh, fuck me, fucking give it to me”, I hear Trevor, “yeah mate … poz”, he says softly. The host doesn’t respond but continues to grunt as he fucks me. I moan so he knows I love it, and then push back on his cock. His poz cock feels so good in me and I know that if one of these guys doesn’t infect me that Chris is now off meds – it will happen to both me and Mike. I feel his cock going in and out, in and out and then he pulls out almost to the tip. I’m lost in our sex when I realize the fucking stopped, I look up, and with that he rams his cock deep into my hungry ass. "Oh God, yes! That's exactly what I need, raw, hard poz cock! Fuck me!”, the words are just bubbling out, “Fuck me hard. Poz my ass. Make me feel that big fucking poz dick ramming up into my guts!" The host pulls completely out and I give him a quizzical look when I feel Trevor take his place, “Fuck yea mate … fuckin’ love that ass”, and he starts a quick, steady fucking motion without missing a beat. This goes on for a bit when Mark swaps out with Trevor and my first poz cock of the night is in me again, “Fuck yea … so good, fucking love that cock”, I say trying to encourage him to cum. These guys are interested in edging though and they keep swapping out, one after the other, taking turns ramming their poles up my tight hole, with me urging them on with pleas for "more poz cock" – "harder" – "faster" – "deeper." After, what must be fifteen or twenty minutes, Trevor yells, "’bout to cum mate … ‘bout to give you another poz load … “, he softly grunts and groans, “… you know I’m med-resistant, right?", he asks almost innocently. Then he begins power fucking in and out, round and round, as hard as he can into my spasming rectum. I didn’t realize he’s med-resistant, I start to ask, “Truvada, right?”, but then think, “Or does he mean all meds”? Before I can think, much less ask, I feel that hot pierced cock of his spasming in my ass, “Oh fuck … Oh fuck”, the only words out of my mouth. “FUCK YES! … Fucking poz my hole”, I can hear the host and Mark both encouraging Trevor as he dumps another load into me. It kind of worries me, “med-resistant”, but I already have his spunk inside me, “Can’t change that now?”, I think. The guys swap places again and the host is in me once more, “Fucking fill me up … fucking give it to me”, I decide to see how much I can work it, he grunts, “Get in there deep and give me more”. After several minutes of hard fucking the host pulls out and Mark immediately takes his place with his thick hard cock, pounding deep into my squishy guts. I can feel Trevor's poz load coating Mark’s cock as he rams up as far as he could get it and fucks me with short power strokes just pulling his cock out of my ass a couple of inches with each stroke before ramming it back in as far as it will go. I’m moaning constantly now, in ecstasy, as he pummels my well used hole again and again. They swap a couple of more times and when Mark finally begins to shoot his load, I just let out a screaming moan, "Ohhhh! Godddd! Yeeees!" as I feel him adding another dirty load of cum to my ass. Mark moves and I know the host is about to start fucking me again. Instead, as he’s standing over me, he says, “Come up here boy”, and I sit up looking directly up at him. He uses his left hand on my head to hold it in place and the thumb of his right hand to play with my lips. "This what you want, slut? Is this the poz cock you want breeding you?", I nod, "Yes! Oh yes!", moaning, delirious with desire for that fuck stick in me. He keeps using his thumb in my mouth to show me my place, "Get it ready, slut! Slurp it down and show me you can take it," he orders. He steps a little forward, and in the first oral sex of the night, pushes his huge pole into my open mouth. I do my best to press forward, taking inch by inch of his monster into my mouth. He lets me orally service him for only a few minutes, “Time to get back in that ass slut, this party is about breeding you neg fuckers”, and with a rude pop his cock from my mouth. I didn’t quite get it when we got here, but now it’s clear, the goal isn’t just for the guys on the fuck benches to leave here infected with HIV; the goal is for every bottom to leave here infected with HIV. I feel like I’ve made that my goal, but I almost though it was my hormones. I need to be sure our host knows I’m good with any outcome of tonight’s fun. “Turn around boy … all fours”, the host says and I comply without so much as a word. I can feel him running the slimy head of his cock up and down my crack for a moment, lining that poz dick against my well-used, slimy pucker and slowly forcing his way in. There’s only slight resistance from my sphincter, and it quickly gives up and allows him to get that huge pole into my entrance. I think our host knows how big his cock is and likes teasing me a bit with it. He slides slowly but surely into my tight, hot, slimy hole until he bottoms out, my ass pulled hard up against his pelvis. “FUCK that feels so good”, I say. He rotates his hips as his cock stirs around inside of all the cum that’s flowed into me tonight, then I feel him pull partially out before pushing back up into my colon. He’s obviously an experienced top and he quickly sets up a fuck rhythm, half way out, then all the way in. I do my best to squeeze down on the in strokes so he can feel my ass muscles massaging his meat as he uses my hole. We go like this several minutes when I hear the grunts and moans that indicate an orgasm is approaching. I can feel his nut sac pulling up and his cock getting harder. He slows down for a second, then pushes in hard and holds it deep up in my hot hole – he’s edging, trying to hold off just a little while longer. I want that big load though and I want it now, “Fuck me man … Fucking give hot poz load! Fucking infect me!”. He tries again, slow, then a thrust but that, and I think my words, drive him over the edge. “FUCKKKKKKKK…. “, he’s grunting and groaning and pressed balls deep inside me – I know I’m being bred again. This time as he’s cumming I can actually feel the cum rising up and moving up his urethra until it’s shooting up and out, dumping into the already overloaded confines of my guts, mixing with all the other HIV+ cum already deposited there over the course of the evening. The host pulls me up close to him and kisses my neck, “That was hot”, and Mark and Trevor step around in front of me and both kiss me. I’m in heaven.