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I'm going to post some stories about my last sexcation, out of order but for the most part true stories. CumUnion Party at Sanctuary LAX July 2023 The LAX Sanctuary CumUnion parties have always been good to me, and despite being 1000 mile from where I live I make an effort to get to at least 1 or 2 of them every year. Prior to the July 2023 party the very 1st party hosted there was my best CumUnion event ever, and even the worst events I've been to at this venue are far better than the best I've been to in several cities. I had not been able to attend one of these since July of last year, and Sanctuary had moved to a new location since I last attended. I had prepurchased my ticket and headed to the new venue for the 8 pm start, and got in line about 5 minutes before the event I was number 12 in line, which was also my number for the clothes check. I was told told that there were some wooden benches to use for undressing to the left just inside the main room, as it turns out just past a sling, so I stripped to my jock returned my bag of clothes to the clothes check and started to explore the new venue before getting down to fucking. The main room was huge, but other than the sling and benches contained a couple of couches, a stage and some jugs of Gatorade, mostly empty. Off to the left along the wall with the benches were 3 rooms. The 1st room was primarily occupied by one of the long fuck benches guys can get on their knees on that are just the right width to be used from both ends, plus a couple of other padded surfaces to fuck on, but no one is enjoying any of it yet. The 2nd room contains a large bed, a fuck horse, St Andrews cross, and a padded bench long enough for 3 or 4 guys to fuck along one wall (I sucked a couple of cocks and had mine sucked briefly by the bench, but no one seemed to be ready to start the fucking yet). The 3 room contains a sling (almost too high for me to comfortably top and I'm 6'2") a fuck horse, another St Andrews cross and an even smaller padded bench. By this time roughly 15 minutes into the 5 hour event there are probably 35 guys undressed and ready to start the fun, so I headed back to the 1st room and saw that there were 2 men ass up on the bench, and one of them was getting fucked. I got on all fours on the bench and was immediately offered a cock to suck and within 30 seconds had a nice hard cock gently pushing into my ass as well. I stayed on all fours until my 1st fucker pulled out and the guy I had been sucking made his way around and tried the other end. Now primed and ready, I gave the 4 guys now on the bench a few strokes with my big cock before making my way around again. By this point there were probably 50 guys stripped down and ready and almost all of them were actually engaged in either fucking or sucking. I wound up staying the entire 5 hours, and there were never more than a handful of guys that were just there being looky loos at one time, which is extremely unusual even for this event. The crowd skewed a little older and in less than perfect shape than sometimes, but there was very little attitude and the 3 or 4 guys who did give me an attitude over the course of the evening were all older and imperfect shape themselves, none of the twinks or muscle guys in attendance seemed to have an attitude and other than the looky loos I think I fucked with almost all of them. In other words it was the perfect scenario, for some one like me who loves to fuck and get fucked (I didn't encounter a single oral only guy all evening and while this event sometimes attracts enough voyeurs only to spoil the action I've never encountered a cuddler or foreplay only guy in the probably 10 years they have been holding it. About an hour in I was spending some time in the 1st room on and around the large bench fucking, sometimes while getting fucked from behind while fucking, when the guy I pulled out of got up for a break, I jumped up on the bench to take a turn being a fuck hole, I had a cock up my ass as soon as I got in position and had several cocks shoved in my mouth as well. I stayed on the bench until my knees started to ache, and was fucked almost continuously. For the 1st time since my initial exploration the sling by the door was unoccupied (it had already seen a lot of use), so I hopped up in it and discovered my hole was full of cum, based on the amount someone had either saved up few days or I had multiple loads. The next guy to fuck me was a really well built latino who commented on my cum sloppy hole, and then a shorter asian dude who had already fucked me on all 3 benches, the bed and the fuck horse in the 3rd room entered me again, but neither of them bred me. After the asian guy, I got up and let someone else have a turn. By this point it is a little over 2 hours into the event so I stopped for some Gatorade and stepped out onto the smoking patio to cool off (not smoke), and there was a 3 way going on the patio. Once I rested a little I went back to the 1st room intent on sampling the available holes and giving my 1st load to the most talented one. I think I got my dick into 3 of them before the asian guy came up and rammed his dick in me causing me to breed the loose cum sloppy hole I was in, before I had a chance to determine who was the most talented. Before I really had a chance to rest up, I had more guys wanting to fuck me, and being the slut I am happily put aside my need to rest and let them. It didn't take too long until they had fucked my dick hard again, that and even though no one let on I suspect a couple of more loads found there way into my hole. So I resumed fucking as well as getting fucked. Around 11:30 I shot my 2nd load into the latino muscle guy that fucked me in the sling by the door, loose sloppy hole in the tall sling in the 3rd room. The crowd had started to thin out (it was never huge compared to some of the preCOVID parties which often drew several hundred men), I doubt there were ever 100 at one time, but almost everyone there was there either there to fuck, get fucked of both) and was considering trying to get fucked one more time and call it a night. I was sitting on the edge of the bed in the 2nd room which only had one couple fucking on it when I was approached by an older black guy that has fucked me at almost all of the LAX CumUnions I've attended. He took me on the bed, the fuck horse, the bench and on the St Andrews cross before he took a break. The short asian guy wanted to do me again and got me on missionary on the bed, breeding me this time. By this point I couldn't seem to get hard again and even though the crowd that was left was still doing a lot of fucking was going to call it a night, when I was approached by the older black guy again, this time we stayed on the bed and had it mostly to ourselves, he fucked me in every position possible and I finally rode his load out just before the 1 am ending time (he had never actually bred me before). After a brief post fuck kiss and rest he got up to go home, I walked around one more time, and found that they had closed all but the 1st room, which amazingly still had 2 couples fucking on the bench with 2 fully clothed guys standing along the wall watching. I tried for a couple of minutes to get one of the looky loos to fuck me, but either they weren't there to participate or couldn't get it up again (I couldn't so I had not right to be judgemental). So at 1:05 am I finally left, after either having my pole in a hole or a pole in my hole almost continuously since 8:15 pm. I had loaded 2 guys and had at least 3 loads in my hole. Since I had not eaten since noon I went back to my hotel, put on some shorts that were heavy enough to contain any potential cum that might leak out and walked next door to the all night diner for a well deserved meal of pancakes and sausages.

Hey buds, as some of you know I've been out of the game for a year and a half now due to health (lung) issues. I just lost my mojo and had no desire, much less stamina. During my daily inhalation treatments I always watch the porn you guys have posted here - thanks for that! Then somehow last Friday I found myself suddenly coming back in heat for no apparent reason. I couldn't believe it. Started pumping my tits again - they're pigtits, wired to my hole. And then hit up an old regular FB. He was totally up for it and came over on Saturday. He has the hottest body and cock and always finds me ass up, door open. He bred me so fucking gone that I saw stars - it had been waaaay too long. I then resubscribed to BBRT and posted an ad there - picked up another load Saturday night. So I kept posting and the joined sniffies on Monday. Have been bred 3 more times, twice yesterday including a hot one from sniffies. After some chat he was over in 15 minutes - wanted me blindfolded and ass up, which I complied with. It was so hot being an anon cumdump again, not know who or what he was. It only took about 10 minutes from him to pump a hot load into me, slap me on the ass and leave. I must confess that I did check out my RING door camera and saw him arriving and leaving - he's totally HOT!!! Nothing I could ever have imagined. I pray that he hits me up again. Sorry to be so long winded but I'm just glad to finally be back in the pig pen again getting my tits worked hard and my hole used and bred. Reading and watching Breeding Zone every day has totally encouraged me to get back into it and brought me back into heat. Hope the ride lasts. Thank you guys! OINK!!

So last week we got a new housemate, i was annoyed as first i found out about interviews was a week after them but they said he was nice so will be fine. So he arrived while i was at work so first i met him i was sweaty from a long hot day and i desperately needed a shower, just as i was about to go in the bathroom he walks out in just a towel and fuck was he hot, big pecs with hairy chest down to his abs covered in a light layer of hair and a thickening treasure trail going into his towel, sadly my tour ended there as he said sorry and walked past me. One fail for me. When i got in the shower i found all the hot water gone so fuck was i pissed off at this point so i grab my towel drying my cold body off and stormed off finding him in his room and rant began. Was the next day we interacted again, this was in the evening the others were out partying but i had a shift next day so couldnt go out, so i decided to try grindr and squirt for some fun at least but no nothing so i was again pissed. So went into the kitchen to make a snack and crash when i saw him in the fridge with the same thought but unlike me was fully dressed while i was just wearing a jock not expecting anyone in, i just didnt care at this point and just went in and got my food from the cupboard then i got my first shock as a hand slapped my ass and a "nice ass dude but put it away unless you wanna show it off to everyone" habit made me blush and get no words out. Fail Two. I went to my room and grabbed shorts before going into his room to say i can dress like i want round my home, as i walk in he is laying there wearing just a jock eating and smirking at me as my mouth gives out again, Fail three. He saves me and gets up walking to me and says "two choices mate, get out my room or get on my knob" he just said it so matter of fact and before i even knew it i was face first in his jock pouch mouthing his now growing cock. he helped me out but pulling his jock off letting me see his big bushy pubes surounding his easily 7inch uncut cock, i instantly took it in my mouth trying to go for his cum like a horny teenager. He eventually pushed me off smirking at me "knew you loved cock first moment i saw ya now its my turn" as he lifted me up put me on his bed and pulled my shorts off then lowered my jock and sucked my cock like a pro deep throating me in seconds. I want to say i lasted ages, honestly, i was soo horny i came in about a minute of my cock entering his throat and he swallowed every drop before licking my balls down my taint to my hole his tongue probing my hole hard, this lasted a bit before he got up moving up body before sitting on my face "go on lad eat my ass earn my knob going into that slut hole" and I didnt need to be told as i ate his hairy ass taking in his day scent. After an age he finally pulled away pulled my jock back on and i thought fuck this it but then he flipped me putting me in doggy and reached for his draw pulling a tube of lube and a wrapper, "alright lad Im gonna fuck your brains out last chance to run and you want this on right" he waved the condom wrapper in my face and I shock my head. "Good lad get ready i dont stop and i dont pull out" with the would out he pushed his cock head into my hole hard pushing until he was all the way in he was already lubed i wondered if he would have stealthed me. Then the fucking commenced. He pounded hard gripping my hips as he pistoned into me, true to his word he never slowed or stopped just kept pounding getting harder and faster until finally he grunted and came deep in my ass, i was wimpering a second load emptying into my jock at somepoint i cant remember but i just collapse as he pulls out moving up to my mouth "clean me off then" taking his cock in my mouth to suck clean of his cum before he lays down next to me "gonna love having my own personal cumdump"

Squirt or Scruff Did I come upon him on Squirt of Scruff? He’s a scruffy kind of guy. The kind of ‘bad boy’ I’ve always felt an undeniable attraction to. I don’t know what it is. Maybe it’s the adrenaline rush of the fear they instil in me. Maybe it’s that they are so opposite to the passive shy image I have of myself. I don’t know. All I do know is that they are like a magnet with this incredible force drawing me to them. Unlike me they smoke, and drink, they curse and have a devilish twinkle in their eyes. They are likely wearing a work boot, tight ripped jeans, a wife beater t-shirt, or a denim button down with at least four buttons open exposing at hairy chest. Better still the shirt is totally unbuttoned, or even better still again they are not wearing a shirt at all. I’m ready to cum in my pants if he’s wearing no shirt and a chest harness. Everything about him says ‘bad boy’. But back to this particular hookup, my first with a guy actually. I can’t explain why I clicked on the pictureless profile. But with 20/20 vision of hindsight, I’m so glad I did. This first man on man sex would set me on a path of wild, carefree sex beyond my wildest imaginings. So, you have probably guessed. I was in a straight marriage, in fact to a very nice woman. We had a good life together and two very nice kids. Everything about our lives was nice and pedestrian. I had a pedestrian job as an accountant, we took pedestrian vacations. I drove a pedestrian mini van. I tried to tell myself everything was ok, but deep inside I sensed I was craving more. More what? I had no idea. Just more. This inner ache came out at beer time after our ball games. There were two scruffy guys on the team. Jake was blond and I just wanted to run my fingers through the dusting of soft sand coloured hair that lightly covered his chest. Yes, he always had at least 4 buttons undone and the most delicious looking dark nipples peaking out. Frank was tall, big framed, heavy set, even paunchy and hairy. Very hairy! He always wore t-shirts that he had cut down to a deep v neck and removed any sleaves cutting the entire side deep, almost to his waist. A forest of thick dark hair covered the back of his hands, arms, shoulders, chest, stomach, even his back. Maybe he was more gorilla than man. Jake was beautifully muscled and boasted about his daily gym workouts. He assured us this was the best place to meet and hookup with fit available women. Frank was married to a woman and loved to boast of his many sexual conquests. Cheating turned him on upping his ‘bad boy’ cache in my secret desires. I knew I was supposed to be disgusted by their shenanigans, but in truth I was jealous. Secretly jealous and deeply confused. Why was I so attracted to these scruffy men as a heterosexual monogamous man? I hadn’t even heard of hook-up apps until I heard these two sex fiends talk about how great they are for lining up casual sex with strangers. When I checked out Squirt I saw it was mostly men looking for men. The videos really got me hard. Now I was really confused and began checking out gay pron. That’s where I saw an add for scruff. I soon added it to my phone, how could I not with my secret attraction to scruffy men. So back to the pictureless profile I just happened to open on one of those two apps. 34 year old partnered gay man. Words that stood out in his profile; otter, smoker, whisky hound, NSA, top, hung and thick, cheater, raw, bb, water sports, wild never mild, into older and straight. I sent my first ever chat; “Hi” His response; “Hi fucker, nice hairy chest.” That’s the only picture I had posted, faceless of course.. Me, “Thanks” Him, “Welcome. Not much in your profile, what cha lookin for?” Me, “I’m new to this. What would you like to show me?” Him, “How new? You a virgin or something?” Me; “Virgin to man on man.” Him; “Fuckin A, so you’re ready for me to fuck your virgin hole.” (it definitely was not a question) Me; “Um … not sure? Probably not, maybe just a blow job?” He didn’t respond. I waited a full two minutes that felt like twenty and added; “Fuck it … maybe more?” Him; “Meet me at Brown’s woods in a half hour.” Me; “My wife and kids are away; I suppose I could.” Him; “Park at the second line parking lot.” As I drove to the woods I thought ‘I must be crazy. I have no idea what I’m getting into with this ‘bad boy’. Fuck, I don’t even know what he looks like other than he’s an otter. And it’s dark, fuck me. Damn, that’s what he wants to do to me.’ But did I turn around and go home with my tail between my legs? Not on your life! I had the biggest hardon ever. There were seven cars in the unlit lot. I parked and jumped out before I lost my nerve. A lighter flashed and I could see a man leaning against a tree by a trail. I cautiously moved toward him. As I got closer, I could see one hand nursing the cigarette the other hand rubbing the bulge at his crotch. When I got close enough his crotch hand reached up and pulled in my head to his face. He planted a deep long smoky breath on my mouth which instinctively opened in my surprise. His tongue claimed me, and I could feel myself becoming putty in his hands. All I could think was, ‘I know I’ll give him whatever he wants.’ By now his free hand was working its way down the back of my shorts and a finger was checking my hole. When he ended the kiss, he proceeded to take my hand and pull me twenty feet or so into the woods. When we stopped he complained; ”Well what are you waiting for, it won’t suck itself.” “Um… Um… Umm …” “What is it boy, cat got your fuckin tongue!” “Um … I … I thought maybe you’d … blow me?” I stammered. “Well, you thunk wrong buddy! You’ll need to get my monster as hard and wet as you can.” He was already opening and dropping his ratty jeans. His semi hard nine inch man meat fell out as he pushed me down to my knees. “Um ,,, awe … I’ve …. I’ve never done this.” “Yeah, we’ve already established that, just open your God damn mouth, shut the fuck up and put this beauty in … no teeth now, you hear me?” His uncut cock smelled of piss and sweat, his skin reeked of cigarette smoke. I was instantly intoxicated and sucked his magnum in like a lolly pop. “See, you’re a natural.” He proceeded to face fuck me pushing more deeply into my throat with each stroke. He just kept going deeper when I gagged. Just when I thought I would black out he released my head. As I struggled to regain my breath, he pulled me up, turned me around and bent me against a tree. Next thing I knew my shorts were at my knees. He spat on my ass and his tongue pushing his spit in my hole. I gasped; “Holy fuck!” His raspy voice responded; “That’s exactly what I’m going to do … fuck your virgin ass, turn you into the slut you know you are.” And with those words he plunged into me balls deep. Needless to say I screamed. The pain was unbelievable, I still don’t know why I didn’t pass out. “Oh shit. Sorry, I forgot to start with these.” He laughed as he placed a little open bottle under my nose. “Inhale deep fucker!” When I didn’t, he pulled out and plunged in again. I gasped and inhaled a huge amount of the strange fumes. My body got very warm, my brain swam, and my ass loosened up. The pain had disappeared and I was loving the feeling of a baseball bat probing my hole. Every time he would pull back I would long for the full feeling again. Deeper, deeper was the unspoken chant in my head. That’s when I noticed a mouth on my cock. My screams must have attracted guys from the other cars. One guy was giving me a blow job better than anything my cock had ever experienced. Three more guys were standing around masturbating their various sized hard ons. One stepped forward and reached between my legs, “Yup, this cum sluts taking it raw!” This brought grunts of approval from the crowd. My fucker said. “Yup. And I just claimed his virgin cherry. What do you guys want me to do to this faggot?!” “Breed his virgin ass!” They chimed in. “NO, don’t” I cried All this time the mouth had been working my cock into a frenzy and I could no longer hold back my churning balls. I was having the most awesome climax and he just gulped down blast after blast of my cum. My ass contractions brought the ‘bad boy’ over the edge and I felt this strangers load painting my intestines. ‘What the fuck did I just allow!’ screamed in my mind. Bad boy pulled out and was immediately replaced by a smaller cock. This guy lasted about three strokes before filling me with his cum. He too was quickly replaced and this guy fuck toyed my no longer virgin ass for about ten minutes. He plunged in deep, leaned in hard and whispered in my ear. “You ready for my load slut?” “No, please don’t” I whimpered. “Too late, I already gave you your third anonymous load tonight. My buddies is next.” “No, please no”, but I made no attempt to move as buddies ten inch pole drilled into me. Once he bottomed out the assault on my prostate was relentless. I was soon having a hands-free orgasm and only then realized the sucker had not moved. The first blast hit him in the face, the next three were down his throat. After another five minutes this top also leaned into my ear, “I’m close bud. Where do you want my load?” “On my back, please, pull out!” “Fuck you ass hole! You took the other three … argh …. Fuucckkkk … breedin your hole slut!” I couldn’t feel the shots but knew from his body convulsions that he was true to his word. As he pulled out and stepped away the sucker rose in front of me and lifted me, so we were face to face. I heard his soft voice; “Sweet cum, thanks. I haven’t cum yet. Do you want mine in your mouth or your ass?” “Fuck man, may as well make it five for five.” I couldn’t believe how bold my voice sounded. He had a long pencil thin cock that worked my vulnerable hole the longest of any of the guys. Everyone else had left before he bred my hairy sloppy hole. He collapsed on my back breathing heavy for the longest time. “So were you really a virgin when you arrived here tonight?” “Um, to man on man sex …. Yeah.” “So who was that guy that stole your cherry?” “I don’t know. I just met him on Squirt or Scruff, Um, I really don’t remember which … but earlier tonight.” “Your first man on man sex and you seriously let five strangers fuck and breed you in the woods in the dark. Are you fuckin crazy?” “Yeah … I think I must be.” “So, do you think you’ll ever do this again?” “Fuck yeah man, asap.” “Well, I sure hope I’m there to suck down your loads as they pump you full of stranger jizz.” “So do I. Thanks bud.” When I got back to the parking lot most of the cars had left. Bad boy was leaning against my driver door smoking. The moon had popped out from behind a cloud and I got my first look at him. He was tall, slim and black, wearing the ‘bad boy’ stile including shirtless and chest harness. I leaned in to receive his smokey kiss. “Give me your phone faggot slut.” Was I crazy? I didn’t even hesitate. He added his name “Dill’ to my contacts and typed in his number. “Call that in three days.” Again, he kissed me and a finger found and pushed in my sloppy hole. The finger was removed from my ass and forced into my mouth. “Suck fagot!” I had never tasted anything like it before and I instantly loved the flavour. To be continued … stay tuned to see if bad boys Jake and Frank might not be quite so straight as their stories.

Part 3 the birthday party Sam, Dennis and Michael stayed upstairs but the others went to the basement to prepare the party. Dennis was still fiercely kissing his brother, his eyes were closed and in his mind he was kissing not Michael but Sam. Michael was experiencing his hottest dream and went to Dennis' exposed ass with his hands. He pulled the cheeks of his ass open so that Dennis' hole was nicely revealed. He pinched each cheek and Dennis felt the chems in his body boost his new lusts, desires and needs and mused through the empty feeling in his hole. D : fuck me M : hmmmm I love to hear that brother, I will definitely fuck your asshole for a long time later but first let me enjoy this moment. D : fuck me, fill my hole S: you heard the birthday boy baby, later just be patient. Dennis's pussy needed to be filled and while that Michael still squeezed and pulled open his ass he stuck his fingers in his hole and moaned softly. Michael stopped kissing Dennis and dropped him forward in the seat so he could watch in wonder as his brother fingered on his own pussy. M: how did you pull this off S: yeah buddy, with a lot of patience and my magic touch M : yes that magic touch I see. But I still can't believe it. S: you do not have to believe it, you just have to fuck him later and transform him. Once he is transformed you can fuck him and use him as much and as long as you want because this is a real cumdump in the making. He doesn't realize it yet but he has always been a cumdump. The Tina just awakened the beast in him. S: because just a moment ago he wanted to go home, not because he felt bad for what he had done but just because he didn't know you guys, Sam laughed loudly and while taking the wristbands, anklets a collar and gave them to Michael. S: here put these on him then we can easily take him downstairs later and tie him up. Dennis who was completely flying and only concerned with his pussy had not heard what his brother and Sam had said and felt something being put around his ankles and wrists. M : You are a real slut brother, and your cunt looks to be feasted on. Soon I will taste and indulge your hole extensively but first we will have to put these on you. Michael placed the collar around Dennis' neck. Dennis let his brother proceed and felt the collar being tightened. S: fine Michael, now go get ready upstairs and then come down to the basement for the party the others will be ready and waiting for us. Michael went upstairs to get ready. Rob came up from the basement and had a big ribbon in his hands, walked over to Dennis who was still fingering himself. R: take your hands off the gift slut. Soon your hole will be used extensively but first this one has to be put on. Dennis removed his hand and felt something being attached to both elastic bands of the jockstrap. Rob also cut a hole in fabric that covered his limp dick and pulled his balls and dick through it. S: Haaaaahaaa, where did you find that. R: I had that lying around from thought it would come in handy again. Dennis' entire ass was now covered in giant red ribbon. Rob helped him up and attached a metal chain to the collar and pulled Dennis along who was flying very high. D : where are we going. S : we are going to the party baby, and you are the main attraction D : my sphincter itches ( he mused ) R : your pussy you'll mean Dennis' eyes were spinning in his head and was not stable on his feet at all and Rob and Sam had to help him down the stairs to basement. When they got to the basement the others burst out laughing when they saw the big ribbon that was on Dennis' ass. Jack took the pipe filled with tina and pushed it into Dennis' mouth and ordered him to suck on it while he melted the crystals. Dennis no longer needed to be encouraged to blow a white cloud because his body was craving for Tina, his body and mind had already become addicted to the intoxication and effects the crystals and smoke brought. Dennis blew 3 large white clouds and felt his body revive. He was led to a metal small cage, the lid on the top side was open and he was put inside and the lid was closed. There he lay in a kind of dog kennel on his back, the ankle straps were attached to lid so that his legs were facing up and his butt was pushing against the bars with the big red ribbon, also his hands were attached to the bars so that he could hardly move. Nick took a large cloth and threw it over the cage and so Dennis found himself in the dark. That Dennis was in a cage he barely realized because he was flying through Tina's wonderful world, the world that made him hot, the world that had introduced him to the magic of sucking and getting fucked. Michael came downstairs and as he entered the basement, the smell and smoke of Tina met him. They started singing and kissing him while laughing. S: here is your gift for your 1st birthday friend. Just open it Sam gave Michael a big wink and Michael stepped up to the cage and pulled away the cloth. Dennis who was in the cage emerged. Michael couldn't suppress his smile when he saw Dennis lying like that with the big red ribbon on his butt. Dennis did not have to make his eyes small for bright light, for the room was dark just like the night before with a slight glow of neon light. M : well friends this is the best gift I have ever received. Let's enjoy it together and transform him. S : letting him transform is for you Michael, you will be his father. This is how it has been every time on the first birthday. M: Thanks, but before we use him we let him be bathed and infused with our scent. He is already in a dog kennel then like a real dog he can be sprayed with our infected scent and get him ready for his transformation. The others laughed and pulled their half hard dicks out of their jockstrap and moved around the cage. Dennis was still flying and panting deeply with his mouth open and didn't realize what the others were going to do. T : a good piece of meat should always be marinated first, haahaaa N : let the birthday boy provide the slut with his first gulp of toxic and slam champagne first let him marinate from our smell and flavor. Michael laughed and started pissing first on his brother who was in the cage. Dennis felt a warm stream on his face and thought it was water and stuck out his tongue to catch the water. Michael and the others watched grinning as Dennis tried to drink the first jets. Michael aimed his piss into his brother's mouth and pissed right into his open mouth. Now Dennis got the stream straight into his mouth, the taste was salty and was definitely not water. He opened his eyes and only now he saw the others standing around him and saw his own brother pissing on him. He closed his mouth and wanted to yell stop but the others started laughing and knocked on the cage. E : come on slut open your mouth drink our chempiss and let it fill you with our dark thoughts. Dennis didn't find the taste of the piss that bad but he found the idea of being pissed on very denigrating. Ed's knocking on the cage made him forget the feeling of shame and submission and flew back on the waves of G and Tina and without realizing it himself he opened his mouth again. That was the signal for the others and they too began to piss on Dennis. He received several jets over his face and the piss ran into his mouth and due to the horniness of the chems drank the fluid offered to him. He also felt his chest, belly and flaccid cock being sprayed. His body could no longer contain itself and because of the feeling of getting wet and being horny, he too began to piss himself. A: Good slut, drink your own piss show that you are real pee whore. The jet Dennis was fierce and like Andy asked he pissed into his own mouth. But because there were several jets running into his mouth he could not detect his own taste. The men's bladders had emptied and Dennis was drenched in urine and the last drops ran down his body. T: come on Michael open your present completely now so we can start working on it. Michael opened the lid of the cage and unclipped his brother pulled the piss soaked Dennis straight and licked his face and stuck his tongue in his mouth and started kissing him violently. Dennis let it all happen and eagerly kissed back as the chems coursed through his body, every touch was electric and gave him a feeling of pleasure. He was pulled out of the cage and he felt the hands of the others going over his body. His head was pushed in all directions and each time he got a new tongue pushed into his mouth. Dennis was pushed to his knees and felt several half hard cocks being pushed against his face. He opened his mouth and let his tongue hang out. Nick spat in Dennis' face and took hold of his head and pushed his mouth toward Michael's cock. N: Just suck your brother's cock first and make him stiff. I think he has been dreaming of this for years. M: you can be sure of that, this is what I have dreamed of and I can't wait to feel your warm, moist mouth around my shaft brother. Michael took hold of his brother's head and pushed his semi-hard cock his brother's face. Dennis opened his mouth without really realizing it and searched for Michael's cock. Michael guided Dennis' head to his cock and pushed it in. Michael dropped his head back, closed his eyes for a moment and let out a deep growl. He felt his brother's moist lips sliding over his shaft and his cock was already thickening just from that feeling. His glans passed his brother's tongue and slid further into his warm and moist mouth. Dennis' eyes turned in his head and looked upward toward his brother. He saw his brother moaning with his mouth open and began eagerly sucking harder cock. He no longer cared that it was his brother that he was giving a blowjob to because the need, desire and pleasure to suck took over, he put his hands on Michael's ass and pushed his head as far as he could so that he got his brother's full cock inside. Michael had a blood penis, and although in a flaccid or semi-hard state it was not small the cock grew into a gigantic fat monster, even bigger and thicker than his own, and he felt the head of the penis lodged in his throat and couldn't catch his breath. Michael who was enjoying his brother's eagerness to get his cock all the way into his mouth pushed his cock as deep as he could until he heard Dennis' disgust. He pulled his cock back making Dennis catch his breath and pushed it back in. The corners of Dennis' mouth were on tearing as he couldn't make his mouth big enough to get his brother's cock inside. Tears shot into his eyes and he had to gasp again. Michael pulled his cock out of Dennis' mouth and took hold of his head again spit in his face. M : it's all I ever dreamed about little brother. I'll still train your throat so you don't have to be disgusted anymore. Tony and Andy now pushed their cocks into the mouth of Dennis who was now licking 2 glans simultaneously for the first time. He no longer cared that he was still completely wet and reeking of piss, all he wanted was a cock, a cock in his mouth but preferably in his ass. He felt hands patting his body, his head being pushed toward dicks, his face being spat on and kissed. He was now the center point of pleasure and was an object of lust for others to enjoy but the one who enjoyed the most was himself. Through the chems he enjoyed the attention his body received and cocks it was offered. Each time that blissful sweaty musky smell of a new cock to suck. He was truly in slut heaven. Then he was pulled up right and attached to the cross. Michael came to stand in front of him and offered him the pipe and just made him blow big white clouds. He was put on a blindfold and felt a prick in his dick and it wasn't long before he felt his cock getting hard for the first time in a long time. Sam took a rope and tied off the hard cock and balls. Dennis groaned at the new sensation he was experiencing. Dennis felt a mouth and tongue working his nipples a tongue was also pushed into his mouth and he felt his whole body being touched. He got hot again and his head started spinning, his horniness got another boost and he curled his toes because of all the horny stimulation he was getting. Who was kissing him, licking his nipples and touching him he didn't know but it was heavenly. He wished this this never ended. He felt the mouth leave his nipples and the person who was licking him searched his way down. Dennis groaned as the tongue had arrived at his stiff and hard swollen cock. He felt teeth on his foreskin and then a warm and moist mouth, Dennis flew from one euphoria into another, his mind and body could no longer process the stimulations and he cried out in pleasure. S: let yourself go completely baby, let us prepare you for your rebirth. Your birth as cumdump. D : yes, yes get me ready, I'm ready. Dennis felt his stiff cock being sucked and he heard Jack speak up. J : suck your future son good. You will make me a grandfather this evening. But before you can make him pregnant I will fill your guts one last time my son. When you have made your son then you will be relieved of your job as cumdump and your son will take over your job. Jack came up behind Michael who was on all fours sucking Dennis' cock. He took hold of his son's ass and opened the cheeks so that his hole was visible. J : This is beautiful son, your mark is really beautiful. Michael had placed a biohazard tattoo between his ass cheeks. When his butt was closed you could see a kind of little man standing between his butt crack. But when you opened his ass fully you could see a beautiful biohazard symbol with the centerpiece being his gaping cunt. Dennis who was constantly coming in and out of wonderland wondered who the son was, who was giving him such a nice blowjob and what mark was so wonderful. Sam saw that Dennis was looking for answers. S : honey do you want to be able to see who is giving you such a nice treat. D : yes, I want to be able to see. Sam nodded to Andy and he removed Dennis' blindfold. Dennis let his eyes adjust for a moment and then saw that his brother was sucking him hard and that Jack was about to put his hard cock into his brother's hole. Michael moaned at feeling his father's cock and Dennis didn't know what to feel or think. His brother was blowing him and he saw him being fucked firmly, this was completely new to him. Luckily there were the chems coursing through his body or he would have definitely ran away. Because of the horniness of the chems he couldn't take his eyes off the scene before him he saw his brother enjoying the fuck he was getting and he saw that Jack was pounding harder and harder and more violently. His own sphincter gave one twitch after another and his ass was grinding against the crotch. Michael stopped sucking and moaned loudly. M: Yes daddy, fuck your son. Fill me up with your DNA, give me your toxic seed Jack began breathing heavily and Dennis saw that Jack was coming to his climax. J : here it is son your last dose of cum before you become a father yourself. Dennis's mind tried to grasp everything and get it all in order. 1 Michael is not celebrating his birthday, 2 this is not our father, 3 Michael is gay then how can he become a father later. Michael felt his guts being filled with Jack's sperm and Jack fell down on Michael's back, lay there for a moment and then pulled his cock out of his son's moist and gaping hole. He gave one last slap on Michael's ass and stood back up. J : Even though I know it will not be the last time I will fuck your blissful cunt. Still I will miss being able to fuck it every day Tony untied Dennis, he pulled Dennis with him and he stepped around Michael who was still on all fours. He also pushed Dennis to his knees and pushed his head to his brother's hole. T: Lick your future father's pussy clean and swallow your grandfathers cum slut. The blissful smell of cum and sweat met Dennis and now he pulled the cheeks of Michael's ass open iso that he also saw the tattoo. In his heavily drugged condition he could not immediately place the symbol but he was shocked that his brother had a tattoo and then in that place. Without giving it any further thought he buried his face in Michael's ass and licked and swallowed the cum running out of his brother's hole. Ed was now standing behind Dennis and had a large shard in his hands he placed it against Dennis' sphincter. The sphincter gave a twitch at the feel of the shard and finger and opened immediately. E: this cunt is asking to be fucked Ed pushed the shard in and pushed it as deep as he could. Dennis pushed his tongue all the way into Michael's cunt because of the excitement and Michael's eyes turned away completely because of the pleasure his brother was giving him. His fantasy had come true his younger brother had already sucked him and was now licking his pussy. Soon his wet dream would become complete true. Dennis felt that burning sensation in his pussy again, his body began to sweat and his head began to spin even more. Dennis was now pushed completely to the floor and was turned over so that he was now under Michael and getting his half hard cock in his face. A : suck slut, just suck your father's cock hard so he can fuck you later. Dennis opened his mouth and Michael pushed his half hard cock inside and started face fucking. Dennis felt a pillow being put under his ass and felt the bow of jockstrap being pulled and his ass being pulled open and a tongue working his sphincter. Dennis moaned and his hard cock jumped up and down in pleasure. Michael pushed his fattening cock as deep as he could into his brother's throat, but again Dennis couldn't take it he gagged. S: I think he's ready. Michael stopped face fucking and Jack stopped licking. Dennis caught his breath for a moment and then was helped to his feet. Without Tony's support he would surely have fallen over but Tony was firm enough to keep him upright and brought him toward the sling and Dennis fell into it. Dennis head spun and his eyes turned in all directions his pussy felt so empty and it needed to be filled. All he could think about now was being filled. Because of this he did not notice his legs and arms being spread and locked. Michael came to stand beside him M : Dennis, He shook his brother for a moment M : Dennis, focus for a second. Soon you may go back to flying. Dennis tried to focus and looked at his brother with spinning eyes. A horny grin appeared on Dennis' face. D : yes brother M : the time has come brother, I will transform you. I will soon become your father and we will be connected forever. D : what are you saying, you are my brother not my father and we are already connected forever. Michael grinned M : yes, but I will give you my DNA my virus D : virus, what are you talking about M : my string of HIV, I will set you free. I will infect you, pozz and free you so you can fulfill your true calling become a real cumdump just like me. M : you will then become a member of our group M : now you may not want it yet, but soon you will beg for it and you will be so grateful to me and say you don't want anything else. D : but I don't want HIV at all and you don't have HIV anyway. You are my brother M : Dennis that symbol around my cunt is a biohazard symbol, a sign that I am pozz. Jack transformed me last year, this is my first birthday as pozz and now it's your turn. M : Believe me brother, you will be so happy. Are you ready to become my son. Dennis's mind couldn't grasp all that Michael was saying. To make Dennis a little hornier, Sam pushed his finger into Dennis' moaning hole. Dennis groaned with pleasure as his empty hole filled a little. Sam stuck a second finger into Dennis' hole and scratched wounds internally with his nails until blood was visible on his fingers. D : yes, more, give me more M : do you want more brother D : yes fill my ass M : with what Dennis looked at Michael, his eyes were big flying saucers but made it clear what they wanted. They wanted him to be fucked that he would continue to fly as high as it would go. D : fill me with everything you have. M : do you want my cock in your cunt. D : hmmmmm yes fill me with your dick M : you know I will transform you then Sam pushed his fingers even deeper and drove the rhythm up even more. Dennis looked at his brother and you could see he was in conflict with himself. M : I will help you with your choice brother. Let me help you. D : yes help me, quick because I need it Michael nodded to Ed, Ed came with a tourniquet did one arm of Dennis loose and tightened the rubber band around Dennis' arm. D : what are you doing M : helping you brother, I will help you with your choice. You will soon make the only right choice. You will choose to continue your life as a slut, cumpdump and whore. You will let your true self come out. I will help you brother trust me. Ed took an alcohol wipe and a point. Dennis felt a wet wipe on his arm D : yes good brother, help me He felt a slight pinch and Ed saw a register. He nodded to Michael to signal the time had come. M : are you ready to make your choice brother D : yes, I'm ready M : here it comes brother. I will ask you in a minute your answer is. D : yes, give it to me Ed pushed the plunger and Michael watched the Tina disappear into his brother's arm. Dennis had a metallic taste in his throat felt a tickle and had to cough heavily. A wave of dark thoughts, horniness, need for sex raced through his body. His eyes turned away for a moment and shouted out. D : FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK, oh fuck. What the fuck M : are you okay Dennis ? D : Fuck me. Fuck my ass. Michael now stood at Dennis' hole and inserted 3 fingers into Dennis' gaping and sucking hole. M : Are you ready for your transformation brother, do you want to become my son and poz slut D : yes do it make me yours make me pozz as long as you fuck my brains out The others laughed loudly and shouted. Come on fuck him make him poz, give him your DNA and get him pregnant. Dennis shouted along with the others D : knock me up please I beg you. Dennis could think of nothing else. His cunt had now become the center of his existence and he needed to be fucked by that fat cock of his brother's because the emptiness in his cunt had become unbearable. Michael put his glans against Dennis' sphincter and he didn't even have to try hard to push it in. The sphincter opened and sucked the glans inside. Dennis had become a beast and upon feeling the glans against his pussy he pushed his ass back to feel his brother's shaft slide in faster. Upon feeling his brother's fat pole go in, Dennis let out a loud cry. Although he had such a need and desire for this, his exciting cunt couldn't handle Michael's thickness and he felt his sphincter start to burst. Sam took the poppers and pushed them under Dennis's nostrils. S: Sniff slut. Sniff like your life depends on it. Dennis sniffed as hard as he could and with each inhalation he felt himself slipping even deeper into the dark thoughts and his sphincter relaxing more. Michael pushed his monster in even deeper and enjoyed every inch. M: oh Dennis your cunt is so nice and tight. It won't be long before I fill you up for the first time. D : fuck me, rape me, harder, fuck me harder Dennis's cunt was now completely pulled open and eased. Michael was now balls deep and pulled his cock back to be able to thrust. He pulled it back halfway and then pushed it in all the way deep without mercy. The sling went back and forth with every thrust Michael gave, and Dennis cried out in pain and pleasure each time Sam came and stood next to Dennis S : are you okay baby D : yes, give me more, harder, harder S : do you want to be transformed D : yes transform me S : as what do you want to be transformed baby, tell me. S : I want to hear you call it. Call it to your brother you want to be transformed into D : POZZ me make pozzz, make me a whore out of me brother. Become my father. I will always ride your delicious fat cock. S : good baby. What are you even more D : a cumdump S : after your transformation do you want to be fucked by all of us baby Dennis' eyes got big and looked right at Sam D : yes give me your cocks. Drive them into my hole and squirt your seed into it. Let me drink it and let me become one of you. The others growled loudly and shouted HELL YEAH. We will tear you apart you filthy whore. We will fill you up full with our toxic seed. T: here slut make me hard so I can pump you full Tony pushed his pole into the mouth of Dennis who started sucking like crazy. Michael enjoyed every thrust into Dennis's cunt. He pulled his fat pole back completely and saw a gaping hole looking for more cock. He looked at his cock and saw that it was smeared with blood. He grinned and in one thrust pushed his cock back inside. Dennis gasped for air and continued sucking Tony's cock. Ed stood on the other side and took Dennis' nipples in his mouth and bit on them. This made Dennis even hornier and he moaned and was gasping heavily. Michael felt his muscles contract and the sperm emerge from his balls. He couldn't hold back anymore and cried out. M : here it comes. From now on you are my son. I will give you my DNA. D : yes fill me up, make me yours Dennis felt Michael's fat cock contract and squirt strings of sperm inside. His hole was filled with his new father's dirty seed and he felt Michael's hands take hold of his hip and pull him hard on his cock. The others cheered and patted Michael's shoulders. Michael was panting heavily and his wildest dream had just become real. He had fucked his younger brother and pumped him full of his infectious cum. He fell down on Dennis for a second, caught his breath briefly and then pulled his limp bloody cock out of Dennis' gaping hole. He came up next to Dennis, Tony had made room and was already ready at Dennis' gaping hole to start fucking him. Dennis kissed his son and then offered him his blood and cum stained dick. M: clean your father's cock son, then I can get my strength up and give you a second dose of my sperm later. Dennis opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue and eagerly licked the head of the penis clean first before taking the rest of the limp cock into his mouth and licking it clean. The taste of his own hole and his father's seed were heavenly and he kept licking it until Michael pulled him back and rewarded him with a kiss. As Dennis watched Michael plop down on the bed a jet of piss shot into his face and he looked from where it came. It was Sam pissing on him and he opened his mouth and drank all that Sam could pour into it. Again he felt a cock slide in. This time there was no pain, even though Tony's cock was just as thick but shorter than Michael's. His exciting cunt had now become a gaping hole and Tony's cock slid in easily and Michael's cum served as a lubricant. He moaned heavily and enjoyed every thrust Tony gave. Tony growled loudly and slapped the cheeks of Dennis' ass several times violently causing them to turn red. Now it was Ed's turn to make Dennis suck. Dennis' hands were untied and he took hold of Ed's pole and jerked and sucked him at the same time. Ed took hold of Dennis' head and set the pace. Tony reached his high point and again Dennis felt his cunt being filled with cum. Dennis' legs were untied and he was helped out of the sling and pushed onto the bed. There Jack was already lying there waiting for him. He was again getting the rubber band around his arm and Dennis watched Sam arrive with a syringe. S : you'll need an extra bump for what's to come honey. Dennis's eyes were still turning in his head and he watched needle disappear into his arm and saw some blood coming into the clear liquid. Sam pushed that plunger and Dennis watched the liquid disappear into his arm. The rubber band was loosened and his arm was held above his head , again he got the tickle in throat and had to cough. His energy returned as did the cry to be filled. Jack gave Dennis no time to get used to the Tina's rush and pulled him onto him. Dennis was now on Jack's hard pole. Jack pulled his pole from under Dennis and thrust it hard into Dennis' cunt. Dennis fell forward onto Jack's chest. Ed also got on the bed and sat on top of Dennis. He took hold of his hard dick and tried to push it into Dennis' pussy as well. This did not succeed immediately. Sam took the poppers and pushed them back under Dennis' nose. After a few inhalations, Dennis' cunt relaxed and Ed was able to carefully slide his cock in with him. Dennis' mind and body couldn't take it anymore and he cried out. The signals of pain, pleasure, need, desire rushed through his body and he could no longer control his feelings. He turned into beast, a demonic beast and when Ed too was completely inside his cunt he began to ride both cocks. His sphincter was now completely on tear but Dennis was totally unconcerned with that. The blissful feeling of the 2 shafts drilling into his cunt took over all other thoughts. All he could think about was his cunt. E: What a slut. What a find J : Let yourself go completely slut, ride your grandfather's cock. Show me your true nature. Dennis shouted out. D : Fill me with your dirty seed, fill me up, you dirty mother fuckers Dennis's hole was completely filled with cock, cum mixed with blood ran down from his hole along his balls and Nick wiped the running cum from Dennis's balls with his hand and then pushed his hand into Dennis's mouth. N : letting nothing go to waste bitch, drink the cum of your father and ancestors. Dennis who was still riding furiously on Ed and Jack's cocks licked the sperm from Nick's hand. Ed: I'm going to stuff your pussy slut. Ed growled loudly and emptied his balls into cunt of Dennis who was riding firmly. Ed pulled his cock out of Dennis' hole who now straightened up with renewed strength and continued riding Jack like a devil. Nick stood upright on the bed and pushed his big and fat black cock into Dennis mouth. N : First drink up bitch then suck my fat cock Nick emptied his bladder into the mouth of Dennis who couldn't handle the incoming flow of piss. He swallowed as much as he could but the rest ran down his cheeks. Dennis gasped for breath and Nick pushed back on his hardening cock. N : suck whore. Make me hard so I can fuck your hole. Dennis rode Jack's cock and sucked firmly on Nick's cock. His mouth could not handle Nick's cock and his mouth corners were on tear. Jack was nearing his climax and he signaled to Nick that he wanted to squirt into Dennis' mouth. Nick pulled his hard cock into Dennis' mouth. He also pulled Dennis off Jack's cock and pushed his mouth onto Jack's cock. Jack took Dennis' head firmly and pushed his cock deep into his mouth. J : swallow slut, I will fill your throat. J : ahhhhhhhhhhhhh Dennis got squirt after squirt into his mouth and throat and like a real whore he swallowed it all. Still Dennis' hunger was not filled and he was still begging for more. D: fuck me, please fill my hole, N: on your back bitch. Dennis laid on his back and like a trained slut he pulled his legs towards him so that his hole could be easily reached. Without mercy Nick thrust his fat and large cock inside. Dennis didn't flinch. His once tight hole had already grown into a large open blooming flower. Dennis moaned with pleasure. D : oh fuck, this is the best thing I've ever experienced. I never want this to stop. D : fill my pussy dirty mother fucker. Fill me. Tear me apart with your fat cock For Nick, this was a signal that he could go completely wild on Dennis' hole and Michael watched with amazement, pleasure and approval. He came and lay down next to Dennis M : how do you feel my son, did your father help you well with your choice D : oh yes daddy, I feel complete and free I indeed want nothing more than to be fucked. Give me more daddy I want more of your seed. Give me your fat cock M : later my dear son of a bitch . You still have to get Sam and Andy their cum first. Nick was thrusting heavily now and both he and Dennis were panting and moaning loudly. Nick's muscles tensed and pushed his cock balls deep one last time. Dennis felt strands of seed being squirted into his guts. Nick fell down on Dennis and kissed him firmly. He then gave another firm slap on all of Dennis' red ass and got off the bed. Now it was Sam and Andy's turn. Sam pulled Dennis off the bed and laid him across the fucking couch. Sam came to stand in front of him and pushed his cock into Dennis' mouth. Dennis knew what to do and began sucking Sam's cock firmly. Andy pushed his dick into Dennis' cunt. His cock slid into the hole like butter and didn't even touch the wall. It didn't take long for Andy to squirt his DNA with the rest of the sperm. Sam was also unstoppable and squirted his toxic load into Dennis' mouth. Dennis enjoyed the fresh load of cum in his mouth and swallowed it all to the last drop. The cum dripped out of Dennis' gaping hole. He passed his hand along his cunt and felt the leaking seed from his cunt. He went to his mouth with his hand and while moaning licked the seed from his hand. Michael came and stood next to him. M : can you take one more my son Dennis looked at Michael with horny and hungry eyes D : yes please. M : follow me then. The others were all sitting side by side recovering in the seat. Jack was sucking Tony's cock and while Ed was pulling on Jack's cock. Andy, Nick and Sam were still panting. Dennis was thrown back on the bed and lay on his back. Michael come lay on top of him and began kissing him passionately. He stopped the kiss and licked his way to Dennis' nipples, he took them in his mouth nibbled on them a little and licked them. Dennis's chems were working out and the pleasure he was experiencing was real and not induced by the Tina or G. Dennis moaned softly and didn't know what to do with the electricity going through his body. Michael licked his way further down and came to Dennis' glans which was dripping with pre-cum. He took it in his mouth and slowly and gently sucked on his son's limp cock. Dennis bit his lower lip and rocked his hips took hold of Michael's head and pushed him deeper on his hardening dick. Again Michael licked his way further down and he bit first into the Dennis's scrotum. Dennis let out a deep sigh as Michael took his balls into his mouth and sucked on them. Michael continued his journey toward Dennis' pussy and he tasted the leaking sperm. M : shall I lick you clean son. D : hmmmmmmmmm yes Michael licked the sperm running out of Dennis' cunt and gave Dennis a hot tongue kiss with a full mouth of sperm. Dennis swallowed the cum he got from his father and they made love passionately for a while. Michael straightened up and offered Dennis his half hard cock. Dennis took it in his mouth and began to suck on it slowly but passionately. Even now that he could think sober, he enjoyed the taste of the seed and his father/brother's cock. Cock, cum, fucking and being a slut had taken over his thinking and his whole being. It was the only thing that excited him anymore and what he wanted to live for. M : do you want me to fill up your cunt again son. D: please father, I want you to pound my hole hard and squirt your dirty seed into me. Michael took Dennis' legs put them on his shoulders and pushed his fat hard pole inside Dennis' gaping cunt. This was the first time Dennis was sober enough and fully realized he was being fucked. D : oh yes, oh yes fuck me daddy , fuck me as hard as you can. D : I love feeling your fat cock inside me. Why didn't you ever do this before. M : Let's not think about the past let's look to the future. Dennis groaned and enjoyed the fuck he was getting from his father. Michael enjoyed every moment he was in his son's cunt. The pussy no longer felt tight like it had at the beginning of the evening. It felt the way a slut cunt was supposed to feel, wide open and dripping with seed. Dennis had fully embraced his true self and was looking at Michael like a real slut with cum-demanding eyes. Michael began to thrust more firmly and took Dennis' hard cock in his hand and began jerking him off Dennis didn't need much more to squirt, Michael saw this and wanted to cum at the same time as his son. M : say it when you are going to squirt son. D : I'm going to squirt father, I'm going to squirt. Oh fuuuuuuuuuuck Dennis groaned and panted very heavily and from his hard thick cock spurted a solid stream of sperm, he squirted so hard he squirted right into his own face. He squirted another string or 4 and then had a few spasms. Michael came at the same time as Dennis and Dennis felt his guts being filled with his father's seed. The others enjoyed the spectacle and Nick, Ed and Andy also squirted for a second time. Sam took a butt plug and threw it on the bed. Michael took the big fat plug and gently pushed it into Dennis' gaping pussy. M: This one we'll let sit for a while son, just to make sure my DNA transforms your cells. Dennis sighed deeply when the plug was in place and then kissed his father. M : did you like it son D : yes daddy M : I will take care of you from now on D : then fuck me every day M : do you want that my son D : I want nothing more daddy M : then I will fill your cunt every day with the cum you deserve my son M : until your fucking flu, and then we will celebrate your birth is that ok D : yes daddy I'm looking forward to it After writing this third part, my balls were about to pop. Hopefully this part reads over like I saw it passing in my mind.

Fuckin hot. And like a trip down memory lane, New York City in the late 80s.

Chapter 28: Piss for All We got back to their cabin, and my friends dad told him to get face down in the sling. He told us he was going to piss fuck his son, and we were welcome to piss on his son, or in his mouth as he filled his pig hole with his piss. Marc was obviously excited and asked my step dad to fill his ass with our toxic piss. We kinda of expected he would ask, so we didn't waste much piss on my friend! We removed Marc's chastity device and my step dad filled him with his piss first, followed by me. While we were pissing in Marc, my friends dad put on a cruel condom and started fucking his son roughly. He told his son could never had too many strains in him, and he hoped to add a few more. He finished quickly and my step dad asked if he could use the cruel condom on Marc. He said sure as even though he couldn't breed Mark, his and his sons blood would be on the condom, perhaps he could spread a strain. He took off the cruel condom and he had fucked his son so hard his cock was bleeding quite a bit too. My step dad slipped the cruel condom on his cock, and fucked Marc as hard or even harder than the other dad had fucked his son. After he shot his load in him, he took off the cruel condom and told Marc and I to clean his bloody cock. My step dad then said it was time for me to drop the fourth toxic load in Marc. I was excited as fuck knowing his ass was totally prepared to receive my toxic load. After I seeded Marc, I asked if they had a toothbrush I could use to be sure our blood and toxic cum worked its way into his body. Of course they delivered and I brushed Marc's hole aggressively before plugging him. My friend said Marc was having all the fun, and said he wanted Marc to breed him. He got in the sling and said breed me bitch. Marc was already rock hard, and entered my friends ass with ease. He was pre lubed by his dad's cum and blood, so Marc entered quite easily. The rest of us got together on the bed, but didn't have any sex. We knew the night was young, and we wanted to save our cum for when it was most important. After Marc seeded my friend, they joined us in bed, creating a pile of sweaty cum and piss full Pigs.

I just returned from a CumUnion weekend at The Works bathhouse in Indianapolis. This is a 6-hour round-trip drive for me, but I have been going up there ever since CumUnion started there in the years before the pandemic. It has always been my practice to arrive at 8am, take a 12-hour room, and extend my time through 1am or so to take in the party. I have always preferred The Works for the steamroom, which has been the best of any bathhouse I’ve been to. That was then. After the pandemic, the place changed ownership. When I was there in February, things seemed more or less the same, but the vibe was off…and the steam room was much too hot. Their solution was to open the door to the room until it cooled down. I didn’t have as much luck then, but I wrote it off to chance. This time, I got up there, headed out, and noticed on their website that their hours were now listed as 10am-midnight. Fuck. I pulled into their lot, expecting to have to wait a couple of hours. The sign said ‘Open’. In fact, their website is, and I quote from the staff, “A clusterfuck.” But there’s nothing they can do about it. I take a 12-hour room, and re-up for a six-month membership. I get set up, strip down, and happily head for the steamroom. Or rather, the scalding-room. The steam is so hot that you can barely touch the walls, and if you were to take a deep breath, you would scald your lungs. I went to the desk to report the situation. ”Nothing we can do until the manager gets here at 4:00,” I was told. ”It’s a safety hazard,” I said. “Can I open the door?” ”We can’t do that.” An hour later someone came by my room to tell me a calk had been put in to the manager. Five hours later, the room had cooled - because they had turned off the steam. The walks were now dry, but still radiating heat because they had been so hot. Steam would not return until around 5:30pm, meaning that for 9 of the 12 hours in which I paid for use of a steam room, there was no steam room. Which meant that, for 9 of the 12 hours, I was unable to position myself in one of the most likely places to get a cock shoved up my ass. Fast forward to 8pm. The 12 hour room is about up, so I go down to re-up the room for the usual additional five hours for the CumUnion party, an additional $20. ”I’d like to extend my room, please.” ”That I cannot do.” “What?” ”On party nights, we can’t extend rooms.” ”I’ve been doing this for years. When did this happen?” ”Last week.” So I go back up, get dressed, gather my things, strip the linens, and go down to check out, as I am being kicked out. As I hand in the key, I ask, “So, how long would a person have to exit the building before he could come back in and you would let him have a room again?” “Oh, he doesn’t have to leave, he can do it standing right there, as soon as he checks out.” ! !! ”I’ve just checked out,” I said. “May I please have an extension on my time?” ”That I cannot do.” !! !!! ”May I please have another room?” ”Sure. Three hours for the party, that’s $30.” Jesus. Christ. They force you to check out before you can check back in again, and for their party - note this - where you once got five hours for $20, you now pay $30 for three. That’s a 250% hourly rate increase! When I was finished with my three hours and checked out - again - the guy said, “Next time you come in your membership card will be here at the desk.” I replied, “That’s okay, I don’t believe I’ll be coming back.” It’s simply no longer worth a 6-hour round-trip, and I’ll be damned If I pay double-and-a-half for incompetence. For all the places elsewhere in the forum where I’ve recommended this bathhouse in the past - disregard. It’s absolutely not what it once was.

Last weekend there were tremendous thunderstorms - didn't go out much*. I did head over to Slammer on Sunday night, not many guys there at all, but one of the guys in the darkroom - he was a hot-holed kid - just what I needed. Bent over and whispered Breedtalk in his ear - told him how proud his Dad was of him, how sweet his Hole was, shared him with another guy for a while ... it was fun. Hoping for decent weather this weekend though. *my daily-driver is a little tinkertoy of a car - it would have flooded out easily trying to get around, since in my 'hood there are no gutters. The water just stands, covering the streets until it finally soaks into the ground beside the pavement. Are you listening, Mr. Mayor ???

It could get confusing if people can’t tell whether you’re a Florist or a Floorist.

That may be the case for the twink gay bars where flashy club clothes are all the rage, but the hanky code is alive and well at leather/fetish bars and events. Check out any adult store that sells fetish gear and you'll see the gamut of colors in leather vests, pants, chaps, caps, harnesses, hoods, hankies, gauntlets, cock rings, etc etc. It's true that some of the younger crowds may not be aware that the colors mean something specific, but the fetish community is always willing to lovingly educate anyone wanting to learn. It's an important part of gay history, and now that the fetish community is much larger and includes bi, trans, and a pretty good percentage of straight folks, it's not just a gay thing anymore. So again, still very much used if you know where to look.

Been taking loads deep in my ass since I was 15 years m not stopping now that I’m married 😂😂😂

Very true @hnthole. I pretty much knew when my buds were going to pass in the 80's and even the 90's. I pretty much automatically pulled in the range of my fuck circle as much as I could. A half assed serial monogamy sort of thing. As knowledge of HIV and treatments emerged in the 90's my inner slut came out to play more. I always have had poz friends and we taught each other. Still do....

Agreed. The shock of not knowing which of your friends/fuckbuds/neighbors would be around by the time next week rolled around was more than enough to make guys of all kinds withdraw from the action, and quickly. There was a fun bar over on Broadway called Loading Dock, and the second, back-bar area was where everyone fucked. I remember going over there with my other half during the earlier days, and there were guys just standing staring at this pair of men, completely naked, fucking bareback. Shocked, stunned men - maybe 25 or 30 of them - just staring in disbelief at these two. We figured that both were already positive, and just thought they'd continue to fuck right up until the last chance to do it, knowing they'd both be gone soon. Guys who never went through it can emphasize, and that's to their credit, but they'll never comprehend the depth of the horror.

As a matter of history, the faded Hollywood B-movie "star" (who, coincidentally played sidekick to a chimpanzee), and then ran successfully for President - the man who never once allowed the descriptive acronym to escape his painted lips - could have done better than almost anyone else in the country to raise the alarm. But no, he retreated to his fevered imaginative 'city on a hill' script while thousands died. Maybe Randy paid too much attention to Cary, and the above-referenced Bonzo went nuts with jealousy ....

“Hey Wanker, can I talk to you for a sec?” Chunk asked in a low voice after he came to sit down next to him. Wanker glanced over as he took another bite of the hamburger and macaroni casserole they were being fed. After the failed attack on the compound the Bravos had been given their gear and told to set up camp just outside the compound in a cleared area. Then they’d been told to get some sleep and they all crashed for a luxurious four hours straight once Sarge had given the all clear that their camp passed inspection. Normally camp inspection was a job for Assmunch and Sleeper, but no one knew where Assmunch was. And Bootlicker and Weeble were AWOL too. Sleeper had gotten himself skull punched and in spite of his arguing that he was fine, Sarge told him to shut his dickhole and sleep it off. It was sometime in the early morning hours and something about the quiet and darkness after the last 48 hours was especially relaxing. The silence had a different flavor just after a battle drill exercise. It felt empty. And whoever was doing the cooking here was amazing. The casserole had some kind of cheese and maybe salsa? that added a whole other level to basic hamburger and macaroni. That was on top of the fact that tree bark and dandelions would have tasted excellent after their ordeal. “Sure Chunk. What’s up?” He answered between mouthfuls. That was another thing, there was plenty to eat which was a rarity when out on patrol. He was already on his second serving. Chunk looked off at the other Bravos, then down at his plate. “I was just…”. He paused. “Just spit it out, brother. We help each other, right?” He gave Chunk a friendly grin. “But no Bootlicker secrets, okay? You know I can’t.” Chunk looked up and gave a nervous grin. “Nah, I don’t want to know anything about any of THAT.” Then he took a deep breath to reinforce his resolve. “I was just wondering… what’s it like?” “What’s what like?” “You know… getting fucked. Does it hurt?” Chunk said it in a rush, as if taking too long to ask would force him to chicken out. Wanker smiled. “That’s it? That’s what’s got you all worked up and nervous? Relax man, it’s no big deal. You can ask me anything you want. It doesn’t hurt at all anymore, but the first time it hurt like hell. But that had more to do with how big the dick was.” Chunk’s eyes widened slightly. “Was it Footlong?” Then he held up a hand. “You don’t have to tell me, I shouldn’t have asked.” A chuckle escaped Wanker’s lips. “No, it wasn’t Footlong. And technically, it wasn’t the first dick that hurt, it was the second one. The guy wasn’t trying to be gentle.” Chunk stared at him with a slack jaw, mouth open in shock. “Were you raped, Wanker?” Wanker looked away and took a deep breath. “No man, it wasn’t rape. I gave him permission. I guess it’s no big deal if you know. Assmunch knows, he helped me through when I came back to the barracks. Fuck, it hurt just to hold my asshole closed. Mostly it wasn’t so bad during even if it was pretty brutal, but after… well afterwards it was my brain making the pain worse than what it had to be.” Chunk was fighting between sympathy and curiosity, and curiosity won out. “Why did you give the guy permission?” Wanker looked at him with a peaceful smile that lacked all regret. “Because I didn’t want to leave the Bravos. Didn’t want to chance it. It was either take the punishment or get booted.” Hearing Wanker put it so plainly hit a sympathetic chord in Chunk’s soul. He would have made the same choice. He nodded at Wanker’s words. “Yeah, I woulda done the same, I think.” “Besides, Sarge broke me in before Horvath dished out the punishment, so I was okay with what happened. I did deserve it, at the very least for being caught. Sarge isn’t so bad, he said that was the main mistake I made, being stupid enough to get caught. And I learned how much I love you guys, so I wouldn’t take it back.” It appeared that Chunk had a never ending supply of shocked, wide-eyed gaping looks to give, because another one transformed his face into disbelief. “Sarge?” Wanker nodded. “Yup. He’s got a big crank, and you’ve seen his nuts, fucking huge sack. And then Horvath’s just a goddamn horse. If Sarge hadn’t opened me up easy, Sergeant Charlie would have ripped me open.” “Damn.” Chunk whispered, staring off into space. After a few moments, he continued. “You said it doesn’t hurt anymore, though.” “Nah, now it’s good, no big deal. Sometimes I’m not even thinking about it when one of the guys is taking a run. Sometimes it feels good too. It can be a good way to relax everything and just let go.” The fourth variation of incredulity froze on Chunk’s face. Man, the guy was cracking Wanker up with how many different ways he could demonstrate being mentally thrown off his feet. “I could probably take another Horvath fucking no problem now.” He said, trying for a fifth variation. He wasn’t disappointed, and it made him laugh. “Dude, do you practice those looks in the mirror? I swear to God they just keep getting better.” “It’s just… I mean… wow! How big?” Chunk stuttered. Wanker held up his arm and pointed to his forearm to his wrist. Then, it was Wanker’s turn to stare off. “You want to know the best part? I feel closer to you guys. I like taking care of the brothers that need it. It’s like I’m doing something good for them, even if it’s just something stupid like getting them off and helping them feel good. I feel like I’m paying you guys back for putting up with all the times Bootlicker and I got us all in trouble. Pulling my weight a little.” “It’s not stupid, Wanker. They joke around sometimes about you being a good fuck, but they’re always grateful. And they don’t ever talk bad about you for doing it. Shark says you’re prime.” Chunk reached out an arm and grasped Wanker’s shoulder. “You know we love you, we love Bootlicker too. I’m glad you wanted to stick around, brother. It wouldn’t be the same without you.” Wanker felt his eyes begin to fill up. He fought it down, but it was hard to do. “Thanks, Chunk. Feels good to hear that.” He replied sincerely, putting another fork full of food in his mouth to cover his difficulty holding back his emotions. “I think I want to try it.” Chunk said. Wanker coughed up the bite he was just about to swallow. He proceeded to keep coughing. He grabbed his canteen to try to take a drink between his choking coughs. After 30 seconds of getting himself calmed down, he said “Warn a brother before you just spit something like that out.” “Sorry, man.” Chunk gave a small laugh then got serious. “I don’t know, I’m not into dudes, but you guys aren’t really just dudes, you know? And I get horny sometimes. I only ever see you guys.” He sighed. “Don’t laugh, but sometimes I get so crazy for someone to touch me. We all joke around a lot, horseplay, but it’s all just regular stuff. When we did massages at Airborne that first week it felt so good to have someone put their hands on me to make me feel good. I know it sounds dumb and pretty gay.” He looked down at the ground as if he was ashamed for showing sensitivity and vulnerability. Wanker put his plate down and moved closer to Chunk. “It’s not dumb, Chunk. I get it.” He put his arm around Chunk’s shoulders and pulled him into him. “We’re brothers, and we’re all really close. I think I know why you’re asking about all this.” He gave Chunk a squeeze. “We’re close, but there’s a line. We can joke around but it’s always got to be a joke. A little grab ass, an armlock instead of a long hug. But look, if you need a little extra love, dude, just ask. Most of the guys here wouldn’t bat an eye. You want a buddy cuddle, just say it. And if you want more than that, you know I’m available anytime.” In a move Wanker would never have predicted from Chunk, his brother tilted his head and laid it on his shoulder. “Thanks Wanker.” “And look, if you ever do want your cherry popped we can make that happen too, so don’t worry about it so much, okay? Take it from me, it’s not a big deal. What happens to your asshole doesn’t define you as a man. It’s just an asshole, who the fuck cares what goes into it or comes out? Plus, if you’re going to do it, it’s best if you let a brother take care of it. It’ll stay in the Brotherhood. And no one here is going to look at you different afterwards. Just be sure that’s what you want.” Chunk heaved a sigh and Wanker felt him relax even more. “Maybe you’re right, that I’m not really looking to get fucked. I don’t know.” Another sigh. “My head’s all over the place. I know it wouldn’t even come up if we had access to females.” Wanker pulled his hand off Chunk’s shoulder and rubbed it across his head, sliding it through the short buzz of his clipper cut, drawing a low purr from Chunk’s throat. “Yeah, I feel ya, man. That would be nice. In spite of all the action I’m getting, it’s not the same. A little pussy would be fantastic.” They sat like that for a few minutes, taking comfort in their shared misery, Wanker never stopping his gentle motions on Chunk’s skull. Wanker thought that it was really nice that they could just sit like that without worrying about what the other guys would say. Trusting your brothers was a good, warm feeling. At that moment it seemed stupid that men couldn’t do this anytime they wanted without it being seen as something more than what it was. A little pussy every now and then, plus the love of your brother, yeah that would be a perfect life. ***************************** “I disagree, McGregor. I’m not useful in any way. Not for this.” Ulster McGregor shook his head. He didn’t know what was up with Brickmann, but it was clear he was avoiding his nephew. But he wasn’t wrong. He wasn’t useful as someone to use against the kid. Not anymore. At this point, all he would be good for was to comfort the kid. And Private Brickmann didn’t appear to need all that much comforting. It was a shame they couldn’t break any bones or make some cuts. That usually took things into serious territory, but Ulster was fairly sure the kid wouldn’t break easily and a few broken bones and slices wasn’t likely to have a different result. Bennett agreed saying the lack of flinching and cowering while he jabbed, punched, and kicked the kid indicated the subject had accepted the current level of persuasion and the next level was necessary. They could psychologically break him, it wouldn’t be difficult, but there was no purpose to that. He wasn’t holding any actual intel. Collins had simply said to attempt to get any secrets, no matter how small, from him. Bennett agreed that the kid endured far better than most that were tested this way. And the level 2 rape, while distasteful and not enjoyable for either party, was never the real goal. Rape was tricky as a mental punishment. For men at a certain level of training it didn’t physically affect them much, but mentally and emotionally? It could shatter the foundations of their confidence. Men believed their strength was rooted in their manhood, especially soldiers. Damage their manhood and they questioned their ability to resist. The more it mattered to them, the worse it was. But the rape had to be tailored to the stage they were in life, and you had to know something personal about them to make it an effective technique for breaking a subject. It was why it wasn’t usually an option. However, a buck Private in the U.S. Army, first leadership position as Platoon leader, separated from his men with no hope of rescue. He should have fought like a banshee, or begged with tears and snot running down his face. Instead, it was as if he just ignored it. Just like he ignored the beatings. Ulster wasn’t quite sure how to evaluate that, except that the kid was resistant to the usual low level techniques. Nor could he reconcile the fact that the kid’s uncle wasn’t all that torn up about it, at least not enough to make himself known to his nephew and get him back on his feet. “Tom will be fine, Ulster. Now isn’t the time to bring me in. Let me take the idiot out, get him away from the rest. You keep Tom here. I’ll take the idiot as my project.” Brickmann explained. “He’s hiding something. He shouldn’t be Tom’s second. I haven’t seen anything that makes him special enough to warrant that position, so either Tom knows something about him that makes it worth having him as his second or there’s something else. But regardless, the kid needs to step up or get out of the way. Quincy Washington, the little guy Chambers, or the one they call Bootlicker would make a much better second. I’ll bring the idiot back for explosives training, but the rest I’ll handle in the mountains.” “Fine. Montelongo does need handling. Maybe try to figure out why that hasn’t happened yet. Sergeant Walters should never have approved his assignment as second, but maybe it’s a test for your nephew, or a lesson. I’ll have Bennett work with Walters.” Ulster replied. “What are you going to do with the other two?” Brickmann asked, taking a last look at the contents of the file folder he held in his hands. “You going to tell them it was all a psy op?” Ulster grinned. “I figured we keep them going until they figure it out. I think putting them back with their unit would dilute their focus. They are both very intense. And determined. I like the little guy. If any of these kids are going to make it to Battalion, it’ll be these two and your nephew. The little guy deserves my personal attention. Hammer is better for the other kid. I haven’t decided if the little ego competition they are fighting with each other is useful for a training enhancement yet. Hammer and I do things differently and my kid responds to praise and emotional support, eager to please. Having Hammer around will keep the kid’s guard up. Did you know he calls Hammer ‘Whisperman’ like some creepy horror movie?” Ulster chuckled. Ivan Brickmann laughed. “I heard that on the ears. That’s Gregory’s own fault. He really puts it on thick when he wants to. He wanted the kid afraid. If you’re going to have a fucked up voice, why not use it?” Ulster nodded. “Well it got him moving. Alright, you take Montelongo out, see if you can find out what his deal is and break his complacency. It’s up to you whether you want to tell him about your nephew. I’ll have Bennett have a go at the Sergeants, they should get along nicely, same basic animal. I just know Collins is doing one of his nerd projects and it would be nice if just this once he told us the point. Don’t get me wrong, I love a good mystery and it keeps me on my toes, but we can be way more effective with these kids if we know the goal.” Brickmann’s answering laughter was loud and exuberant. “Ah, Ulster. The rats don’t get told why they get the cheese. Whatever he wants with these kids he wants something else from us. You should be used to it by now. If we have to be his circus monkeys every now and then, or rats in one of his mazes, you know it’ll be worth it. Besides, he’s not asking us to do anything but what we want to do and what we’re good at.” Ulster looked down at his desk, lost in thought. He had six teams on foreign soil at the moment but right now they were independent operators and needed no oversight. He had two weeks to toughen these kids up enough to sail through the Ranger Induction Program. They had a good start with the training they’d had up to this point and they were far more motivated than their usual students which were foreign military or civilian guerrillas who barely knew which end of the gun a bullet flew out of. And that training didn’t go beyond skills needed for a specific operation or mission. How to kidnap a subject. Destroy this bridge. Stop the upcoming attack on this village. Rescue these prisoners. If Americans had to be sent in they either couldn’t be seen, or everyone that was a witness had to be killed. Most of the time, putting down enemy fighters to the last man was okay, even if it was messy and left questions. But sometimes the operation couldn’t look TOO professional. Sometimes they had to be ghosts. Sometimes it was about retrieving someone in an organization that needed to disappear. Delicate missions. Local resources. Anything that needed to happen that wouldn’t point back to the U.S. JSOC and SOF like SEAL teams were useful for many missions, especially when support was crucial. But there were far more situations that didn’t require moving a mountain or couldn’t endure the notice of allies or the U.N. And while a country like Somalia might not track and identify every single aircraft over its airspace, you could bet that the Soviet satellites did, or worse NATO. Having to answer to your allies for a local action or regional incursion was far worse than telling the Soviets to fuck off. Often it was your own allies that were the worst at using intel against you. It was always a bargaining chip in some negotiation for aid, trade or raid. And now the Soviet States were independent. That would ordinarily be a win for democracy. Except for the question of how the various military resources, including the nukes, were divided. And who ended up controlling Russia, the largest Soviet State. Correction: Former Soviet State. It was still difficult to stop using the word Soviet. In the resulting chaos of the dissolution of the USSR, Ulster found a niche he was able to exploit and grow his small training facility into a global mercenary force. The Eastern Bloc countries had thrown out the Soviet loyalist communists and Russian officials and through back channels had asked for certain resources, mostly information trading, to shore up their protection from Moscow. Most of that came in the form of identifying Soviet agents that were planted in organizations in their country. Ulster had gotten his chops as a subversive military advisor for the Afghans in their ten year war against the Soviet Union. Of course it was a not-so-secret secret that the U.S. was arming and training the Afghanistan guerilla forces, the Mujahideen. It was one of the reasons the Soviets hadn’t succeeded. Another reason, probably more accurate, was that war was a valuable commodity. Sure, it was expensive, difficult, and problematic when conducted so far away from your power core. But you couldn’t sharpen your blade on air, and you couldn’t support your military industry without an enemy. At least half the problem was that the USSR was arrogant and didn’t feel that putting in a maximum effort was worth it for Afghanistan. They treated the military action as a training exercise rather than an actual war. Well, it wasn’t completely because of that, they were fighting the gradually growing resistance to the failures of communism. The recession of the mid-70’s to the mid 80’s didn’t only affect the western capitalist nations. The life of the average citizen wasn’t good anywhere in the world, but in Soviet countries it was particularly dismal. So the USSR wasn’t unified, and the Iron Curtain couldn’t completely block information that the rest of the world wasn’t suffering near as badly as they were. There were no food lines, no shortages in the Western countries. And the people blamed their leaders. Leaders who only made it worse by making the most vocal detractors ‘disappear’. Ulster shook off the useless musings. He could write a ten volume series on the slow deterioration of the former USSR from the unique perspective of an Operator whose primary missions had been to sow dissent and destabilize, to enable resistance and generally cause chaos, some openly as U.S. military but most from the darkness behind the curtain. It exposed the opportunity that a private mercenary company could have. But he took it a step further. Most of the mercs out in the world were small outfits. Limited Strike teams that expanded their personnel only if the job required it, hiring whoever they needed for a temporary job, but keeping only a core group of twenty or less as a permanent group. There were thousands of floaters out there, former agents or soldiers with no particular loyalty or morality. About half were in the business of selling information back to their former masters. After all, if you could get paid twice for the same amount of work, why not? And thanks to Ulster’s former job, he knew almost all of them. Almost all of them were men, and some women, who couldn’t bear a life of normalcy, of civilian laziness. It was an addiction to adrenaline, to danger, to challenge and pitting their skills against something bigger than whether to eat pork chops or meatloaf for dinner that night. Deadlines, the dance of evasion or escape and knowing the secrets of the world was far more seductive than mowing your lawn and going to the mall later. It took an immense amount of focus and determination to leave that world behind. The success rate for reintegration was about 50% and entirely dependent on the personality. Ulster was fortunate that he woke up and realized that his family was more important than what he did for work. He wasn’t sure exactly when his job became his priority, but Heather leaving him and taking the kids terrified him far more than facing down an enemy. So he changed. If he had to pick one thing that separated those who could leave the life of excitement and danger, and those who couldn’t, it was that the successful ones found something else they couldn’t afford to lose, something far more important. So he founded International Conflict Resources with most of the loose money he’d stashed away from various missions over twelve years. He was surprised to find out it all came to roughly 15 million U.S. once it was converted. The thing about warlords, political tools, and petty regional thugs was that they loved having money laying around, as if bricks and stacks of it made them feel good when they looked at it. Or they were afraid if they let it too far away from them it would be stolen. It was a strange psychological reaction but there was a reason for it: Organization independence when the regional banking system was easily utilized by other agencies to discover, manipulate, or cripple your limited organization. Loose money was a protection against being frozen. And it was a Plan B if everything fell apart. They could run and hide and use that money to start again. However, as in all other things, these limited organizations always believed they found a clever way to hide when in fact they were just using a method that organizations had used for hundreds of years, methods that governments and agencies were well prepared for. Money laundering, shell entities, distributed caches, non-active players acting as holders (some of them legitimate), all of them easily tracked and mapped out. And while the U.S. either seized or turned over to local governments the ‘official’ money, the loose money wasn’t significant enough to worry about and whichever team managed to find it could keep it as a bonus. Most of that fell into the ‘personal stockpile’ category of specific players and amounted to less than 100K. If you brought it into the US all you needed was an identifier to register it as foreign earnings so the IRS could send you a tax bill. Those identifiers came with the contract package as a standard perq. Ulster had taken a page from the organizations he’d taken down over the years and left his cut in distributed caches, accounts or businesses all over the world. When he began doing it he didn’t have a specific plan other than a nice retirement nest egg. It wouldn’t do to put that money to use while he was still working and his family enjoyed a comfortable middle class income provided by his legitimate employment. It was only when he cycled out of his action team and officially ‘retired’ that he established International Conflict Resources. He started small. Just himself and one guy from his former team hiring out as ‘advisors’ on carefully chosen operations for the US government. Over the last four years they’d grown into a respectable mercenary outfit that provided a full range of services from basic security contracts to small incursions and raids. He was the first one to approach newly separated operators and peak specialities soldiers to recruit for his growing organization thanks to his former handler feeding him potential recruits. He had placement for each of the psychological types - those who wanted to stay domestic and out of the fight, those who couldn’t mentally leave the fight behind, those who were geared more to support and logistics, those who were masters of infiltration and intel gathering, and more. Brickmann was one of the latter types. He loved the mental chess match of infiltration and was impressive in his ability to remake himself into any type of character. But it was his uncanny ability to figure out what his target needed and slide into that role that proved his worth. If there was anyone that could get inside the Montelongo kid’s head, it was him. Knowing Brickmann, he’d play it blind. This wasn’t life or death so he’d forego the standard background intel on the subject. Brickmann said ‘reactions, questions, casual conversations are all more natural if you don’t know.’ Again, that was part of Brickmann’s gift. Ulster knew Brickmann would think it too easy to gain the trust of the Montelongo kid if he had a file on him first. There were a few other standouts in the first group Collins had sent here. The one they called Weeble was a surprise and Ulster intended to push him as far along the path as he could because the kid had potential. Initiative and motivation, a refusal to quit, determination and a quiet strength all hidden by that meek, willing personality. The way he’d dealt with his abandonment checked off a lot of boxes. How he’d fought through his Whisperman ordeal checked off others. And then there was his interaction with Ulster himself. The kid didn’t whine, didn’t complain, made split second decisions and didn’t look back. He dedicated himself to the mission and went beyond expectations. That kind of drive and determination, the fight beyond his abilities, the confidence in his actions couldn’t be taught. That came from a history of overcoming obstacles and created character that bled off into others that surrounded him. The sexual episode, while fun, was a test he’d passed with flying colors. Not the way he submitted himself, but afterwards when the kid maintained his focus and moved forward without the episode having a single effect. That kind of absolute compartmentalization was an unusual and valuable trait. Ulster wrote out a list of the notables and assigned handlers from his available men. The rest would get group training as a class. When he finished, he was slightly surprised that his list was as long as it was. For the hundredth time in the last two days he wondered what Collins was doing with these kids. Ordinarily there might have been two, maybe three standouts in a normal Infantry Platoon. The quality he was seeing in these troops hinted that Collins had selected each of them specifically. He also suspected that Brickmann’s nephew played a large part in who these troops were. One of the benefits of effective leadership was that it elevated subordinates and wouldn’t allow mediocrity to endure. He could quote the historical military tactician that paraphrased but he had to get moving and his mind was busy making a plan. *********************** “BENNETT!” Brickmann yelled as he climbed the stairs inside the command center. He passed Fazzini as he walked up. “Grab Decker.” He told Fazzini. Fazzini grinned with a squint of his impossibly light blue eyes before hurrying down the stairs. Once Brickmann entered the top floor with windows that overlooked the still dark compound he saw Bennett sitting at the security desk, looking at the monitors that had various video feeds. “What do you want, Ivan?” Bennett replied in a deep impatient voice without even giving him the courtesy of looking at him. Ivan crossed his arms and planted his feet. “I want to kick your ass you piece of shit.” Bennett stood up and inflated his impressive size. Now he did grace Ivan with a look. A mean, challenging look. “Fuck off. You mad I fucked your nephew?” Bennett spat with a snide smirk. Bennett was a large man. Bearded even though he still kept his black hair cut in a military fade, he looked like a pro wrestler complete with that slightly insane glint in his dark eyes. The beard was cut in a Spartan style, shorter and straight on the sides of the jaw, but longer on the chin to create an even point. He’d be handsome if it wasn’t for the big nose that had obviously been broken more than a couple times in the past. Crooked and with a thick knot halfway up the length said the man had refused to have it fixed. He had a heavy brow and prominent cheekbones he kept free of beard growth. Bennett liked to think of himself as a real tough guy. He kept in shape and loved to use his size to intimidate. There was only one way to deal with a man that stood three inches taller and 50 pounds heavier. Ivan’s foot flashed out faster than Bennett could react and slammed into his crotch with every ounce of brutal force he could impart. Right in the nuts. If you went for that move, you had to give it everything. But he gave props to Bennett for not vomiting. A lesser man would have emptied his stomach. Bennett collapsed with a grunt of pain. That never got old. He gasped while trying to steady himself on his hands and knees. One good knee to the side of Bennett’s head finished the job to send him reeling over onto his side, curled up into a ball. Fazzini and Decker arrived a few seconds after. “Put him over the desk.” Brickmann said. They yanked Bennett up and threw him face down over the desk. He grabbed the waistband of Bennett’s trousers and pulled with a full powered heave as the fabric ripped and exposed the sturdy oversized meat of his bare, hairy ass. He began to struggle but an uppercut between his legs right into his already sore balls put a stop to that. “Behave yourself boy. You’ve already lost.” Ivan spat. “Fuck you, pussy.” Bennett managed. That made Ivan grin. “We’ll see who’s the pussy here.” Going in dry wasn’t easy. It was painful on your dick, but the trick was to work it in slowly. Bennett thrashed on the desk, held down by Fazzini and Decker, which made it even more of a challenge so Ivan punched his fist down into Bennett’s mouth, splitting his lip and sending blood dripping onto the desk. “Look at you, first blood. Not so tough now, are you?” Bennett’s only response was to grunt in pain as the head of Ivan’s impressive dick popped through his outer ring. His legs seized up and he clenched down in reflex. “Relax, or I’ll break your nose, boy.” Ivan growled, punching the bigger man in the right kidney. “No. I’m gonna break your dick off.” Bennett promised. “Fine.” Ivan said with no inflection, managing to get a little more dick forced inside before slamming his palm down right beside Bennett’s nose, causing a gush of blood to join the small pool already on the desk from his split lip. They were all breathing heavily, Fazzini and Decker having to use all their weight to keep Bennett pinned, Bennett fighting with all he had against the weight of the three of them, and Ivan keeping up the pressure of forcing himself inside this beast dry while beating down with his fists. Bennett was no easy victim but this was going to get done. And finally, Ivan’s hips were pressed firmly up against Bennett’s hairy cheeks. Still, his big meaty ass meant Ivan was only halfway planted. Big round muscle asses were great to look at, but the hole was buried deeper than your average man. He reached down and grabbed the torn fabric of Bennett’s trousers and ripped the right leg further until he could free Bennett’s knee to pull it up onto the desk, spreading his ass enough to push all the way in. “Aaaaahhh, fuck!” Bennett gasped wetly through the blood. “That’s right, it’s a fuck. That’s what happens to Beta bitches. Just what you deserve, getting dicked down by better men than you.” Ivan grunted while he gave a few short thrusts which drew out some fresh mucous from Bennett’s abraded hole. Irritate any mucous membrane and the automatic response of the body was to produce the slimy fluid meant to flush the foreign object or material out. And assholes worked just like the nose and mouth even if there was less fluid expelled. Bennett took the opportunity to buck, trying to get his right leg back down. Ivan pulled out completely and gave Bennett another punch to the balls before sliding his belt off in less than a second. He jammed his cock back in to the hilt accompanies by Bennett’s squeal of pain, then looped the belt around Bennett’s knee while he was momentarily incapacitated and pushing it into the handle of the drawer just below, securing it tightly. “Now we rock and roll. You’re weak. You’re nothing next to a real man. Can’t even fight back because you know this is where you belong, face down with a dick in your ass being beaten by an Alpha that’s older and tougher.” Ivan picked up the pace, thrusting hard and deep into Bennett’s warm, tight hole. The legs of the desk were giving out a squeak with every push, matching the grunts of pain from Bennett. “Stop. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” Bennett’s tone had changed. “Please don’t, please stop.” His words were quiet and held none of the snide challenge from earlier. “Stop what?” Ivan ordered. “I’m pathetic. I’m so weak. You’re stronger. Please stop hitting me, sir.” Bennett pleaded. Ivan pulled out and stood back. He saw Bennett’s big body deflate, watched as his brutalized hairy asshole clenched and unclenched trying to adjust to the punishment, his full, trunk like thighs spread wide. Ivan signaled Fazzini and Decker who slowly took their weight off Bennett’s shoulders. Bennett didn’t move and lay there breathing hard. He was a picture, that was for sure. One leg cocked up and tied, his ass spread wide, his other leg not even trying to bear his weight. He remained in position. Ivan moved forward again, grabbing the two meaty globes of Bennett’s ass and pulling them further apart. He spat on Bennett’s tightly puckered hole and pushed the head of his hard cock against it. “You gonna be a good boy now?” “Yes, sir. I’m a good boy.” Bennett said in a childlike voice. “Yes, you are. Such a good boy.” Ivan repeated sweetly, reaching out a hand to stroke down the back of Bennett’s head as he slowly re-entered the big man. He noticed his left knee throbbing slightly from when he’d slammed it into Bennett’s hard skull earlier. Not as young as he used to be, and he hated the reminder. Bennett’s groan was one of whimpering pleasure now as he sunk the length of his thick cock inside the younger man. The Brickmann clan men were all gifted with above average equipment and he knew how perfectly it stretched a willing hole, whether that was ass or pussy. That was Bennett’s hidden need, the key to who he was. He responded to overwhelming dominance. Overwhelming. He couldn’t submit himself, as much as he really wanted to, without force. Inside, Bennett was desperate for validation from superior men. Ivan had met his type before, those who were too masculine, out to constantly prove how much better they were than all the other little men around them that they considered less masculine and competent. Strutting around with a chip on their shoulder, daring any confrontation. Derisive smirks on their lips, a glint of violence in their eyes. But given the right circumstances, that bravado melted into a soft pile of willing and compliant puppy dog who loved to serve. If the world proved anything, it was that even if you considered yourself an Alpha, there was always a bigger, badder Alpha out there. And Ultimate Alphas saw boys like Bennett as amusing little chihuahuas that barked and barked, nipped at their ankles, but easy enough to put in their place. The first Ultimate Alpha that taught the puppy that lesson had them for life if they chose. But true Alphas were made for hunting, so owning someone like Bennett wasn’t a goal for Ivan, and owning Bennett would not help him grow. That didn’t mean Bennett didn’t look at him and Ulster as his Alphas, which he always would. It was ingrained in his very soul now. If Ivan had just walked in and snapped his fingers Bennett would have removed his trousers and bent over the desk without a word. But Ivan knew how to keep Bennett on the leash, and that was to dominate him with brutality first. It was all about the trigger. And by continuing to demonstrate dominance before rewarding him as a good boy, it ensured Bennett would never just roll over for anyone and would eventually grow beyond the sub-Alpha stage. Oh, he might still find some big strong way too good looking beast to give it to him good, but that wouldn’t have anything to do with his authority or self image. And it was Brickmann’s duty as his Alpha to help him grow to that point. Ulster had given him the task. And he would fulfill it. They both had high hopes for the young wolf. Ivan didn’t enjoy the rough part, no true Alpha did, but it was what Bennett needed the most, almost more than the tender part afterwards. The rough part was what allowed him to let go, to let himself be dominated and commanded, but only by someone stronger that he accepted as an Alpha. Bennett was still young, at 31. Hopefully he could reconcile these two opposites inside himself eventually. He’d never become an Ultimate Alpha until he did. Ivan scowled. ICS wasn’t some perverted grooming outfit for guys to get their kicks with other guys. But there were many types of men, and men like Bennett had a specific need, and without that he’d act out. It was why the man had only barely made it to the end of his second enlistment. Competence could only cover for so much acting out. Ulster had recognized his belligerence immediately and had set Ivan the task of dissecting the man. And if a beat down and a fuck was what squared the beast away, that was what he would be trained with until he grew beyond such basic levels. Ivan wasn’t even sure how much he believed in the whole Alpha concept, but Bennett did. The boy needed strong leadership to bring out his best. And to him, submitting himself to another proven stronger male was how it happened. For now. Ivan hoped he didn’t have to keep fucking Bennett for much longer. It was losing its allure. Ivan did his duty in letting Bennett provide him pleasure and gradually worked himself up to orgasm by pounding Bennett’s ass as hard as he could. The desk had moved a foot, and he’d have to slow it down so the monitors didn’t come unplugged. Another crucial aspect of this side of Bennett was knowing he’d pleased a man he looked up to. So Ivan had to finish. Sure, it wasn’t an unpleasant duty and Ivan Brickmann enjoyed it, having this big, mean beast submissive to him, so he made certain he used his prime, grade A ass to maximum effect while Bennett moaned with grateful pleasure beneath him. The big dark haired man hadn’t moved an inch from the position they’d left him in when they released him. He truly was a good boy. There was something heady and serotonin inducing to submit a specimen like Bennett. “Oooh, yeah, you’re going to make me cum boy. Do you want me to cum?” Ivan moaned, keeping to the script. “Yes, sir. I want you to cum so bad. Please? I promise I’ll be good.” Bennett whimpered. The sincere and desperate need in Bennett’s voice brought Ivan to the brink, and he stopped right at the edge. When the feeling began to wane, he stroked a couple more times. He reached the brink again, feeling a small spurt of ejaculate leak out inside Bennett’s muscular, gripping hole. He paused, letting the moment back off, squeezing down, and even slower he thrust in before stopping again. It was building, and would reach the point of being unable to stop his orgasm regardless of what he did or didn’t do. Just the barest movement kept bringing him to the edge. He moved painfully slow, reveling in the wet rub of Bennett’s guts keeping him balanced on the knife edge. “Please…”. Bennett whined with a weak, trembling voice. That did it, it was happening. The flush of pleasure that started in his throat, spread across his chest and straight down his stomach to…not his dick, but under his dick, beneath it, just before exploding up from the base of his balls. He almost painfully pulled back and then sunk back into the warmth as his dick jerked and twitched with every thick ropey spurt of hot jizz spraying out in an almost continuous pour of molten seed. Character roles were one thing, but he was still a man fucking something wet, tight, and warm. Nature takes over at some point. “Oh fuck, oh my fucking God, oh holy fucking shit, oh shit…”. Ivan gasped as the powerful orgasm shook him from foot to eyeballs. The type of nutting that made your entire body spasm and lose control. The repeated flexing of every fiber in his dick was undeniable and uninterrupted, spewing forth more and more cum as if suctioning it right out of his balls in a way that made them ache so good. “Yes, give it to me, sir. Yes sir. Yes sir. I’m a good boy.” Bennett matched him with every uttered phrase. This was the moment of his greatest validation. He’d satisfied a superior male, gave him pleasure and accomplished his purpose. Ivan tried to catch his breath while remaining fully inside the younger man’s willing and receptive ass. “Good boy. Very good boy.” Ivan breathed, giving himself time to pull himself together. Bennett didn’t squeeze down on his dick. He wouldn’t do anything without Harris’ command. He withdrew his softening dick, which was a sign of having the best, most intense orgasm. A regular orgasm wouldn’t make him go soft and he often found himself continuing to fuck for a second orgasm, or a third. He sighed. That was the irony of life. The type of nut that made you cum the hardest also ensured you couldn’t do that again in any decent amount of time no matter how much you wanted to feel that soul shaking release a second time. While the average ones you could repeat many times in the course of a couple hours. It was almost as if your nervous system’s goal was to expel the full amount of your seed one way or another - either through one violent and explosive massive detonation, or through multiple lesser small caliber munitions deliveries. Bennett obediently remained in the same position. Ivan buttoned up his trousers and automatically went to secure his belt before he remembered it was strapping Bennett’s leg down. He moved to the side of the desk and knelt down to look Bennett in the eye. His nose had stopped bleeding, as had his split lip. He was going to have a black eye. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d have to walk around for a week with a bruised up face, and everyone was going to know how he got that way. Bennett didn’t get beat up except for one specific way. And many were the men who thought they could do the job only to have Bennett’s mark on their faces instead. Lucky for them, Bennett didn’t do anything beyond teach them a lesson with his fists for over-estimating their ability to dominate him. And if there was one thing Bennett loved more than getting fucked by an Alpha male, it was beating the shit out of lesser men who were beneath him. Because of that, he didn’t discourage his male suitors. As long as they could take him down, they could have the prize, but if they couldn’t he would have plenty of fun banging them up and unconscious, which for someone with Bennett’s talents meant they didn’t pass out until he wanted them to pass out. There was a betting pool in ICR for who could take the longest beating, who managed to get the prize (which was now up to a whopping $8000 and had remained unclaimed for a year now, the last guy some insanely stacked Israeli Shayetet who Bennett insulted one too many times, trying to push him to prove it. Bennett smiled for a week after, and that was fucking weird as shit seeing him smile like that with half his face distorted from his beat down), and a pool for who had the most attempts. Again, Bennett knew about the betting pool and supported it. He wasn’t trying to chase anyone away. They just had to earn it. Of course, Ivan didn’t participate, it wouldn’t be fair as he’d already claimed the prize many times, usually when Bennett completed a job particularly well. As Bennett’s Alpha it was his right and duty. And after testing his nephew to the ultimate limit, Bennett deserved his reward. Tom would be better because of what Bennett had done. Decker moved up behind Bennett, his own reward for his participating in the fight. No, Decker and Fazzini wouldn’t qualify for the pool, being helpers didn’t count. Now that the big 6’3” hairy muscle boy was freshly fucked there wasn’t any difficulty sliding his own average sized cock up inside using Harris’ cum as lube. Still tight and incredibly warm, Decker began pounding. “Make it good, Decker. Hard and fast, like he likes it.” Ivan directed. If Bennett got the sense you weren’t fucking him like a real man should fuck, you’d lose out and he’d come out of his docile submission and you’d have to fight him down again. And Fazzini and Decker weren’t up to taking Bennett down on their own, even if his pants were ripped open and he had one eye swelling shut. “I know that, Brickmann. Shut the fuck up while I jam my dick in this bitch.” Decker growled, almost overplaying it. But the violent balls deep thrusts he shoved into Bennett’s jiggling meaty ass did enough to keep the angry rhino asleep. It was good that he didn’t linger and emptied his own nuts into the young muscle boy in quick order before giving up his place to Fazzini. As long as the train kept running, Bennett would stay in his good boy persona. While he was docile, anyone his Alpha gave him to could do what they liked. Ivan took the opportunity to look in Bennett’s dark brown eyes. “Hey there good boy. You did good with the kid in lockdown. I’m proud of you.” He said, stroking Bennett’s forehead. Bennett smiled as his face slid through the blood on the desktop with every one of Fazzini’s jabbing thrusts. “Thank you sir. I could bleed him without incapacitating him if you want. It wouldn’t damage him too much.” The eager offer made Ivan smile back. He sounded like a kid offering to get his father a beer and his favorite slippers. “Ulster will decide. The kid will be an Alpha, so target what you do with that goal in mind. I’m headed out, so be a good boy while I’m gone, okay?” Bennett nodded without breaking eye contact just as Fazzini came in his ass with a few low grunts. “Yes, sir. I’ll be a good boy. I’m always a good boy.” Brickmann gave him a pat on his head. “Yes you are. A very good boy.” He stood up and told Decker “Cover the desk while Bennett gets himself cleaned up.” After retrieving his belt and releasing the big man, he followed Bennett down the stairs, who walked with head held high and shoulders back in spite of his ass hanging bare with the shredded ruins of his trousers flopping loose. Several of the men turned to look, then resumed what they were doing without batting an eye as he and Bennett walked past on the main level. The state of Bennett’s face, and his big meaty ass exposed told them everything they needed to know. And they knew better than to give any indication of it or they would face a lesson from Bennett who would beat them to a pulp even if a river of jizz was sliding down his hairy hamstrings. Only after Bennett descended on the lift did it occur to Ivan that Bennett uncharacteristically wasn’t wearing underwear. A chuckle escaped his lips. Bennett was definitely a very good boy. He had been looking forward to Ivan’s visit. Now, he had to collect the Montelongo kid and be on his way. Shower first though, then load him up like a pack mule from the equipment in the bunker. He had a lot to learn.

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Is it normal? Sex in small groups is a not uncommon occurrence that more often than not takes place among people known to each other simply because that’s the easiest way to arrange such things. There are informal groups if men all over who meet regularly to fuck in groups. Why are you concerned about whether it’s ‘normal’?” Why did you ‘chicken out’? All five of you chickened out, or just some of you? Or just you and your boyfriend? Or just one of you? The key to ensuring a good time at these things is not to go in with a lot of expectations, to be open-minded, willing and flexible, and to treat the occasion with good humor as an opportunity to have fun. Leave jealousy, pride and insecurity at the door - they did not receive an invitation. This is just sex. It’s a game with five players. Now, a note: Fucking is at its core a two-man job, so with a group of five there’s always the potential fir someone to feel on the outside at any given time. Care must be taken to keep the action mixed up and changing so everyone gets ti play in equal measure. Yes, three people can fuck at once using two holes on the same person, or fuck sandwich-style, but that places a burden on the one in the middle to split his attentions evenly, and it’s not easy, especially for someone inexperienced. I frankly don’t enjoy being spitroasted because I know I’m not doing justice to the cock in my mouth when my body is being rocked back and forth by the one banging my cunt. This especially important when committed couples are involved in the group, because if the couple allows their personal dynamic to limit overall play, it isn’t really an open five-man group. If the two of you are going to play with others, be prepared to share openly, and do not take any of it back home with you in the form of jealousy or hurt feeling. If that’s a risk, you’re not ready for this kind of play.

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PART 1 My name’s Sloan. I’m 35, white, hairy, and hung. My dick is a fat, veiny hole-wrecker, and I love to show it off in public. I keep my body in the best shape possible—rock-hard six-pack, muscular chest, beefy legs. I’m really good at luring younger guys into giving up their holes. There’s something about my look, about my square jaw and intense brown eyes and high-and-tight crew cut. Something that makes me look trustworthy, wholesome. The good guy. The older brother. The mentor. But see, I’m not the good guy. In fact, I’m one evil motherfucker. My favorite hobby is seducing, chemming, and corrupting college dudes, pushing their limits, taking their fantasies to the dark side, and pozzing their sweet smooth hungry holes—pounding them raw and leaving them dripping with multiple loads of unmedicated virus. And the funny thing is this: no matter how much they protest at one time or another, no matter how much they claim that they don’t want to be barebacked and gang-bred and pimped out, they always end up hungry and begging for more of that sweet seed deep in their guts. So yeah: I guess you could say that I’ve pozzed a lot of boys, destroyed a lot of unsuspecting holes, initiated a lot of slampigs. But last weekend—well, last weekend was the hottest transformation I’ve seen yet. My favorite place to hunt for victims is about a block away from a bathhouse here in Berkeley. I watch for a certain kind of guy: 18 or 19, an undergrad just getting his first taste of freedom away from the parents, well-built, preppy. He might walk hesitantly toward the entrance, then stop to reconsider, then start walking back to his car, then decide to go into the bathhouse after all. That’s when I intercept him. I emerge from the shadows to strike up a conversation—and with any luck, change his life forever. Last weekend, I was in my usual spot. It was a warm August night, and I was wearing a pair of mesh gym shorts with no underwear, a tight wife beater to show off my hairy chest, and a ballcap. I’d taken a dick pill about 30 minutes earlier, so my cock was forming a huge tent in my shorts as I anticipated my next conquest. That’s when the boy got out of his car. He looked both ways down the street—a little lost, I guess—then spotted the bathhouse entrance. Clearly a first-timer, I thought. As he walked closer to me, I began to make out his features: short dark-brown hair, a handsomely boyish face with a nice strong jawline, a fucking adorable nose, and a pair of big, dark, expressive eyes that revealed both his anxiety and his excitement. He was in a pair of khaki shorts and a tight black tank top, so I got a pretty good look at his sweet little jock body, his muscular calves, and his deeply tanned, sinewy arms that showed evidence of some serious time at the gym. He stopped in the middle of the street. He wavered. He almost turned around and went back to his car. But he kept walking toward the entrance—and that’s when I spoke up. “Hey, buddy,” I said, stepping onto the sidewalk, my dick still at attention. That startled him. But as he squinted to look at me in the semi-darkness, his fear turned to relief. I was obviously the kind of guy he was hoping to find here. His eyes widened as they traveled the length of my body, from my face to my torso to the outline of my cock. “Hey there,” he answered in a surprisingly deep voice. “Whatcha doin’?” I looked down at my dick. “Oh, just hanging,” I said with an evil grin, giving my cock a giant twitch. He almost gasped to see it jump like that -- and then he couldn’t stop staring. I stepped back into the shadows and beckoned him to follow me. He obeyed as if in a trance, his whole body shivering as he approached. “What’s your name, buddy?” “Conrad,” he said, but he didn’t look at me. He was still staring at my dick. I made it twitch again, and this time he almost laughed in total fascination. “I’m Sloan,” I said. “How old are you, Conrad?” “I just turned 18 last week,” he replied. “I’m starting at Berkeley this fall. Most people in my class are about a year older—I skipped a grade.” “18 is a good age,” I managed to say, my mind suddenly filled with images of chemming and pozzing this perfect 18-year-old boy. My cock grew harder, and I took a tiny step closer to him. “By the way, Conrad, it’s OK to look at my dick. Really. This cock likes attention. In fact, you can even touch it if you want.” He gave me a funny look, as if he hadn’t heard me correctly. I smiled back, gripping my dick in my hand, then released it by slapping it against my thigh. Another gasp from Conrad. After a moment of hesitation, he reached down to touch the outline of my dick, his hands visibly shaking as he grabbed a handful of mesh and cock. After a moment or two of running his hand along the length of my poz shaft, he looked up at me with a dazed kind of desire. “No, no, Conrad,” I said, shaking my head. “That’s not what I meant.” I took his hand in one of my hands. With my other hand, I pulled the elastic of my shorts away from my waistline. Then I slowly guided him down my treasure trail until he could feel the touch and girth and weight of my cock. It was throbbing with heat, its surface slightly sticky from the steady stream of precum dripping from my mushroom head—as if my poz dick were drooling at the thought of devouring this beautiful, trusting boy. He grabbed onto the dick that would break him in half and poz him deep—and his eyes fluttered in total bliss. I laughed and said: “You like that dick, huh?” He nodded eagerly. I placed my hand on the small of his back and drew him closer to me. He smelled like all good 18-year-old boys should: a combination of cheap cologne, sweat, and chewing gum. I imagined what his crotch might smell like, all musky with dried cum and piss and hormones. As our faces hovered just a few inches apart, I reached my hand down the back of his shorts to feel a perfectly round jockbutt. He trembled again. I whispered in his ear: “Are you looking for a big bro tonight?” He nodded, and I drew him closer, letting him feel the heat radiating off my body. He sighed in contentment as he nuzzled my furry chest. Then I whispered in his ear again: “Do you want your big bro to fuck you, Conrad?” “Yes, please,” he said, lifting up his head to look me directly in the eyes. I smiled and mussed his hair. “Oh, poor lil’ bro,” I said. “Didn’t anybody ever fuck you before?” He nodded and shrugged. “Yeah,” he said. “Two different guys. But they were my age, and didn’t really know what they were doing. I was kinda hoping that I’d find somebody here at the bathhouse who could—um—” “Break you in?” He buried his face in my chest again, mumbling “yes,” and I ran my hands gently up and down his spine, feeling the strength of his back muscles, imagining what he would look like on all fours, back arched, ass in the air, begging for loads. My hands returned to massaging his beefy little jockbutt, and he let out a deep, shaky moan. “I would be so honored to break you in, little bro. I want to show you how a man should fuck a boy, and how a boy should surrender his hole to a man. Would you like that?” “Yes,” he said again. His arms wrapped a little tighter around my torso, and I gently pushed my cock against his body. My throbbing poz shaft thrummed next to the firm muscles of his stomach. He exhaled a long, slow breath, as if melting into me. And at that moment, I smiled to myself and thought: This boy is fucking mine. I pointed down the street. “I live about two blocks that way,” I said. “Wanna come back to my place, maybe smoke some pot, fool around a little? We can go to the bathhouse later, if you decide you’re ready for it.” “Sure,” he said, giving me the cutest fucking grin. And right at that moment, seeing his innocence and sweetness and eagerness to please, my dick twitched even harder than before, and the head of my cock released a small geyser of toxic precum. With any luck, I thought to myself, I’ll get to see that same giant grin on his face in just a few hours—right about the time he’s spreading his slammed-up jockboy hole to get pounded and knocked up by poz cock. I pointed him in the direction of my house. He walked about a half-step ahead of me, his sweet bubble butt bouncing beneath those gym shorts as my cock followed just a few inches behind. The poor kid didn’t know it yet, but he was as good as poz. I knew exactly what to do. Everything was prepared for my victim’s arrival. And within the next hour, I planned to be blasting my potent strain deep inside this sweet 18-year-old fagboy’s chemmed-up cumhole. MORE SOON…

This is a very short story that I came across on a different site. The author is KinkMeKnots and the picture is submitted by Him He hadn't meant to cum like that. He hadn't meant to shoot rope after rope of his pent up wad all over the small body trembling before him. He had EVERY INTENTION of holding back, and holding off from shooting out his jizm despite the generous slam he had been given and being stroked by his Master while having to listen to all the dirty talk that aroused despite himself. He never wanted to betray his sweet scared little 18 yo nephew in that way.. never. But every man has his limits, and after two weeks of being denied (his Master would keep him chemed up and on the edge the entire time he was being fucked), an hour of receiving simulation directly from his Master before his nephew came back from practice early, and the following two hours of watching and listening as his Master enjoyed using the 'special surprise' that had been 'offered' to him for his perverted enjoyment the slave uncle was already near his limit. Having watched his nephew be stripped of his football kit and forced to shotgun cloud after cloud until he was just a rag doll begging to be used. He tried to steel himself against the pleasurable sensation of his Master's hand, and resist the powerful temptation caused by the sight of his nephew's naturally sexy body that had already been used excessively (despite the lad's nearly total lack of experience). But the words comming out of his Master's mouth.. the wonderfully perverse way he spoke about what he had done and still intended to do made resisting the urge a torment all its own. "I'm going to stroke you nonstop for fifteen minutes slave. If you cum on your sweet little 'present' before then, then I'll take that to mean that I'm free to cum IN him.. and you know what that means don't you slave?" Indeed he did, it was not long ago that his Master started cumming in his own ass uninhibited despite having been off his meds for months. He had no care about getting it from the man he worshiped, but wanted at all costs to spare his innocent nephew from being forcibly 'Charged Up'. No matter how much the thought of it made his cock leak his own charged pre. He was so close too, only three minutes to go. But his Master knew his slave too well, and was able to say exactly what to he needed to say to push his slave over the edge. As the last volleys of his tainted incestuous seed rained down on the battered form of his quivering nephew, dooming the youth to his fate, his Master's words rang on in his ears. "Next time we throw a house party, I'm going to invite ALL of our closest friends and introduce them to the boy making sure they know he's your nephew. Their gonna watch as you openly fondle his junkie body while he squirms, make him drink booze and g out of your mouth, and force him to use favors. When our straight laced friends leave because things are getting too weird, you're going to kick things up by REALLY getting handsy with him. When its just the true [banned word] left you're gonna put on a little show for them by bending his sweet ass over the end of the couch, pulling his pants down to show off his cute little ass, and then.. my deliciously perverted slave." Master said with an evil chuckle. "You're going to loudly give your nephew what you've secretly been wanting to give him for a while now by hate fucking him in front of everyone. Those fucking pigs are gonna love seeing you blast his tight little ass full of your seed, egging you on the whole time you 'knock up' your own nephew." Comming down from his orgasm the slave felt deeply ashamed as he watched his Master drag his nephew away in order to aggressively breed him for different times. Ensuring that long before the a room full of horny perverts watched a true incestuous pairing occur, the boy was already marked and claimed by another.

PART 1 I found out last Saturday that I had to travel to SoCal at the last minute, so I left Tuesday morning and headed down to my client's site. Spent most of the day in and out of meetings and then finally left around 6:30pm and drove thru a Carl’ Jr then headed to the Best Western about a half a mile from the work location. I pulled into the parking lot next to a white work truck not thinking about much but getting my keys and getting to my room and eating and relaxing after my long day. As I got out of the car I noticed a black man sitting in the truck smoking a cigarette and talking on his cell phone. The truck was running and the windows were up so I couldn’t hear what was being said. I took a good look, saw he was an older black man with a scruffy beard with some greying and a short afro style haircut... he noticed me lookin and he looked back we caught eyes and then I looked away and headed to the office to check in. I got my keys and as I was walking back to the car to get my things, I saw him get out of the truck and walk into the door right next to mine.. I got my stuff from the car, went over to my room and was putting the key in the door when the door next door opened and he came out talking on his cell phone. we looked at each other again, I nodded my head to acknowledge him and he did the same and I went in my room set my stuff down and sat at the small couch to eat my Carl’s Jr... the curtains were open with just that white privacy curtain drawn closed but it wasn't completely closed, there was a gap of about two inches between them.. the black man stood outside talking on his cell phone kind of pacing back and forth between the front of his room and the front of mine, I could hear some of the conversation and my guess was he was talking to his wife... as he paced back and forth, I would sense him looking at me thru the curtain gap and I’d look up and catch him looking, a few times I’d see his shadow coming and i'd be looking by the time he came by and he'd see me looking at him.. this went on for about five minutes or so and I was eating while we kept exchanging glances... a few minutes later as he was standing in front of my window I heard the door open again next door, another black man came out and told him he'd be back and got into the truck and left.. he kept talking on the phone and pacing and we kep looking at each other while I ate for probably another 5 minutes or so before he finally hung up the phone and went back in his room. I really couldn't hear much from the room next door but the tv running, I finished eating and started to unpack my dress shirts and other stuff that needed to be hung up and then turned the tv on myself and laid back on the bed to relax. after about three minutes I heard the adjoining room door on his side open and thought that was odd, thinking maybe he was unfamiliar with them and he wanted to see what was there, but then about five seconds later he knocked at the door and I heard him say "yo".... I got up from the bed and went to open the door and I said "hey whats going on" and he looked at me said "so whats up" and not sure where he was going with this I responded "what do you mean" and this time he stepped forward into my room reached down and adjusted himself real quick like black men do and then he said again "so whats up" and this time I was starting to understand where this was going and I responded "just kicking it here after a long day, how about you?' and now he reached down with his hand and started stroking on his shaft with his thumb while he was talking to me and he said "i think u know whats up, I seen you lookin - I look at you, you look at me we be lookin back n forth so what up with u? you dont need to play eyeball no more if you a fag lookin for some dick I got some, I can give you some for real you dont need 2 be cute about it... so I remembered my teaching from my black master and I responded "just like that, huh?" and he responded "yea, just like that" ..i told him I was down and he asked me how much dick did I want. he told me he was staying there with a buddy from work that he kicks it with now and then and that his buddy would probably be down to give me some dick too or it could be just me and him.. I told him I was cool with two guys and he said give him a minute he was going to call his buddy and he did, he had him on speaker phone, his buddy answered "yo whats up" and the older black guy said "you wanna get your dick wet tonight" and his buddy responded "yeah, what you got in mind" and he said "got some boi pussy in the room next door he cool taking us both on" and his buddy responded "he a freak?" and the older black guy nodded his head yes while he looked at me and said "yes" to his buddy on the phone and his buddy said "aaaiiiggghhtt ... imma get some drink at the liquor store n hit the burger king, lets kick it after we eat" and the older black man said "aaiiightt .. late!" and hung up. he looked at me and said he'd get me when they were ready and I said ok and he left the room and closed the door on his side and then I closed the door on mine but left it unlocked. I went and laid back on the bed both amazed and worried and confused because I really knew nothing about either of these two and I didn't even get to see the other black man at all really just saw him quickly in passing walking toward the truck.. about 20 minutes later I heard the door open to the room next door and then heard him and his buddy talking but couldn't make out much because their tv was on but I could tell the spoke for a couple of minutes and then started to eat because of the silence in between the sentences, so I decided to get myself ready for whatever was going to happen next.. after that I went back to watching tv while I waited. Finally about 40 minutes later I heard the adjoining room door open on his side and then the older black man, now in boxers and a tank top, came in and said "we ready" and I got up and walked into their room. I finally got to see his buddy, he was tall, like 6" and very slender, probably weighed about 160 lbs at most, in his late twenties, not very attractive honestly, actually kind of ugly, looked very rough and ghetto, had his hair in corn rows with a few longer strands on the sides and back and he was laying back on the bed shirtless with some yellow basketball shorts on toothpicks for legs but no obvious bulge... as I walked in the buddy said to me "so u the bitch givin up that pussy tonight" and I said "yeah I guess so" and then the older black man introduced me to his buddy s Leon and told me that his name was Vince and I told them my name was Richard. Vince told me they were in town from Bakersfield working on a freeway construction project nearby, but they lived in Bakersfield, I told them I lived in Vegas and was there for the week on business heading back on Friday and they told me they would be there thru Friday morning as well and then heading home. After a little small talk Vince took off his tank top, dropped his boxers and laid back on the bed with his arms behind his head. I took this as my cue and took off my t-shirt and shorts and boxers and Leon dropped his shorts as well.. Vince had a nice looking dick and was already starting to get hard and I walked over and got on his bed on all fours and started to suck his dick, which had just started to grow as I started sucking on it and moments later I felt Leon rubbing my ass and spreading my ass cheeks open and I heard him say "damn, pussy looks good" and Vince responded "this mouth feelin pretty good right now too"... as I was sucking on Vince's dick I could feel it continue to grow bigger and wider and bigger and wider as I sucked it and then I started to feel it form a mean upward curve as it continued to inflate in my mouth and spread my jaw open, his mean upward curve was now very obvious and I had to lean my head forward more to accommodate his fat curved dick as I sucked it, I could hear Leon licking his fingers and rubbing my ass with his other hand and then he started to stick his thin bony middle finger in my ass and twist it around and he said to Vince "damn, pussy feel tite, we gonna have to bust it open" and Vince just responded by saying "u know it". By now I had already figured out that taking Vince in my ass was going to be a challenge because of his wide girth and because of the mean upward curve, I kept sucking on his dick and he was moaning and saying "oh yea baby that’s how daddy like it, lot of tongue and no teeth" and Leon was twisting his finger in and out of my ass while stroking it in and out and then I felt two fingers go in and more twisting and stroking.. I kept sucking Vinces dick and every now and then he'd put his hand on my head to adjust the pace and then let go, Leon pulled his fingers out and stepped off the bed and returned a few seconds later with some kind of lube (later found out it was cocoa butter) and I felt him lubing up my ass and heard him stroking the lube on his dick.. Vince asked him if he was gonna tap that ass and Leon said yes and Vice responded "aiiight, imma kick back and enjoy this head action"... Leon was busy fingering my hole with the lube now and doing a one finger then two finger alternation for a bit before I felt him move up behind me and get ready to stick it in.. remember, I had still not seen his dick and didn't recall seeing a bulge either so I wasn't sure what to expect, I was already surprised by how big and fat Vince's dick was and how curved it was too. I continued to suck Vinces dick and finally started to feel Leon rubbing the head of his dick on and around my hole and from what I could tell at that point it felt like it was probably a little bit bigger than average but nowhere near as fat as Vinces dick.. finally Leon held my ass and started to slide his dick into my ass and I felt my ass open up and confirmed that he was a little bigger than average in width, he played with my ass a bit sticking it in pulling it out sticking it in and pulling it out I think he liked the visual and then finally I felt him stick it in and start pushing it deeper into my ass, he started doing some stoking but just real easy like he was loosening me up and then he started to slide more of his dick into my ass, as my ass started to fill up with his dick I expected to feel his pelvic area hit my ass soon but boy was I wrong about that... he kept sliding dick into my ass deeper and deeper and deeper and there was still more dick to go.. Vince asked him if he was in yet and Leon responded "almost" and slid more dick up my ass and after I could already feel him deep in my guts I finally felt his pelvic area hit my ass cheeks, and then he told Vince 'now I’m in" and Vince asked him how it felt and Leon responded "pussy feel real good, don’t get too many bitches take my whole dick" and Vince responded "I think this bitch fuck some niggas before cuz he workin this dick too good for its size" and Leon responded "for real dude, I’m balls deep in dis bitch and she ain't even squirm"... Vince asked me "you fuck some niggas before" and I moaned "mmmm-hmmm" with his dick in my mouth and he said "yea I thought so", Leon left every inch of his dick balls deep in my ass, just holding my ass deep against his pelvis and told Vince he was gonna enjoy every inch of my pussy for a bit and Vince told him take his time cuz my head game was on spot so I kept sucking Vinces dick while Leon enjoyed every inch of the inside of my ass, doing some grinding but keeping it balls deep inside me. Finally Leon said "ok, time to work this pussy now" and started pulling out and pushing in at an easy pace at first and then slowly picking up the pace, sometimes going only partially back in and sometimes going balls deep, I could tell by now that he was really turned on by the visual of it all by how he was fucking me, by now Vince had both his hands on my head and was pretty much controlling my head movements while I sucked his dick and Leon was stroking in and out of me at a medium pace, hands firm on my ass and occasionally slapping my ass and saying "damn that some good pussy, bitch treat dis dick rite"...Vince asked Leon if he planned to nutt twice and he said 'yeah' and then Vince told him he'd do the same, after a few more minutes of this I heard Leon tell Vince, "ok, imma work it hard now" and Vince responded "aiiight" and then both of them started to get more aggressive with me, Leon was pumping my ass hard and deep, slapping my ass after ever few strokes saying "imma fuck this pussy bitch, how u like dis bitch" and slapping my ass again, Vince had my head in a head lock and was pumping my head up and down on his dick with force saying 'suck that dick bitch, suck that shit good'. As I was getting worked hard at both ends for what seemed like 20 minutes Vince asked Leon "where u at" and Leon responded "I’m close, u wanna nutt" and Vince responded "yea lets nutt this bitch up" and they both got even more aggressive with their fucking and I heard Leon moan out "awww shiiiit, aawww shiiiiit" and then Vince said "fuck, imma nutt" and started to blast his load in my mouth, I felt gobs of cum squirting out of his dick and filling my mouth and he was about four squirts in when I felt Leon grab my ass hard, slam his dick balls deep in my ass and started yelling "oh fuckk" gasping for air and started squirting deep in my ass as he moaned out after every squirt, I felt his hot cum coating the inside of my guts, ever bit of the force of the blast was against the wall of my guts and completely unmistakable, meanwhile Vince continued to squirt gobs of cum filling my mouth so much that I had to swallow before he even finished his nutt. Leon was exhausted, I felt his hot sweaty body lean down on top of my back his arms now by my side holding himself up on the bed and he told Vince "holy shit what a fucking nutt!" and Vince responded "fuck yea it was" and let go of my head... I sucked Vince clean, and Leon leaned back and slowly pulled out and once his head was out I felt him squeeze a little cum from his shaft onto my hole and wipe it around with the head of his dick and then he got up off the bed, so I finally leaned back and off of Vinces dick and both of them were obvious sweaty and spent and Vince looked at me and said "fuck you a good bitch for bein an older bitch" and right away Leon said "fuckin for real bitch, I dont get balls deep with a lot of bitches but fuck that pussy banging" I finally got to take a good look at Leon's dick, he had a hairy bush of black pubic hair, his dick was at least 11 inches, maybe 12, and a little thicker than average with the head like an arrow and two nice sized balls hanging from a sack that was like three to four inches away from his body... Leon went to lie down on his bed and I just kind of stayed there on the bed for a few minutes while they caught their breath and recovered from their orgasm and finally Vince said "damn you a good fuck bitch" and Leon responded "true that" and Vince said we should take a short break before we swap places and I said ok.

I love all the threads in the cocksucking section. I'm a total top and been barebacking recently. What gets me ready to fuck really hard is a long session of ass-eating and getting sucked, then ram it in. I love to fuck raw and take a break to eat the hole and fill it with saliva for some more pounding; that makes me crazy horny and well, when I take a break, pull my dick out to get sucked that's heaven. I can keep on going until I shoot liters of milk in that ass. OK when all of this happens I'm talking about a -clean- bottom who I can fuck raw and then eat his ass and I imagine the bottom likes a shit-free dick when sucking off. Would love to read more top stories. I really enjoy reading all you nasty fuckers' stories but I'd like more TOP stuff discussed and told. Love.

It's been YEARS since I barebacked a hole. I often get nervous and will usually just opt for a guy blowing me while I hold his head and fuck his facce. It's just frustrating - most get down on my cock, but can't get the last inch or two - I just want my cock buried balls deep in a a warm, wet hole. Saturday I was at a local cruise area (though it is usually dead there nowadays) and ran into a guy in his mid-fifties, slim build, very hairy. We walked into the woods and he dropped his shorts. He had a nice, uncut cock. Maybe about 7" long and reasonably thick. I took my cock out and he immediately bent over and started sucking me. I got hard and thick and suddenly decided - I wanted an ass to pound! I was too nervous to play much and told him so. He offered to bring me back to his place. When we got back to his place, we stripped down, played with each other's nipples, kissed a little (I am not into kissing - when I play, I am really just about the cock and the ass), and eventually him on his kneeds trying to throat my cock. We went to lay down on his bed, started nipple playing, rubbing each other's cocks, and I started fingering his hole. First one finger, then two and, eventually, three. I used a lot of spit on his ass, and he helped with his own spit. Finally I decided - I need to fuck and his hole was there to be used. I got up and knelt on the bed, pulling him up onto his hands and kneeds. I got behind him and worked my cock about halfway in. I started fucking with long, slow strokes until I got a nice rhythm going, and then started pushing in the rest. I got about 6 1/2 or 7 inches in when I hit a point where it was harder to push in. I grabbed his hips and pulled him towards me while I thrust forward. I got maybe 1/2" or so in when he tried running from my cock. I HATE when a bottom does that. I was hard, I was in his fuckhole and I wanted to cum. When you are getting pounded...DON'T RUN AWAY FROM THE DICK! I decided that his ass was mine, I needed to pound hard and he had wanted to fuck. Grabbing his hips even tighter, I said "You wanted this cock...you're going to take it!" and started to slam into him. As I buried into him completely, every inch of my cock in him, he screamed and I felt his as squeeze me and rhythmically pulse - and that sent me over the top as I seeded his hole. Afterwards I went to his bathroom and took a piss and thoroughly washed my dick. He said if I ever wanted to get together again and cum wherever I wanted to call him, and he gave me his business card (apparently he's a realtor). Thank you for reading this far. I thought it would be good to contribute to this forum - I have enjoyed reading many of the stories here.

Each relationship is unique with how it started, the twists n turns, the highs n lows, how the couple have resolved internal and external issues. Even if being single seems the best option from an outside view (especially with unhappiness on one or both partners) it's likely that there is some financial angle meaning that they cannot afford to separate. So the cheating continues and the negativity worsens, despite the efforts of the cheater to manage the double-life. As it is so damned difficult to find a true partner it amazes me the sheer disrespect that cheaters bring to the relationship, I always wonder how life works out after separation. Anyone with experience of this? Or is it a marriage 'unhappily ever after'?

As long as everyone there is cool with what's going on, then I don't care who watches.

I was going to blow my load down my tranny sons throat this morning before I left for work. But when that little cocksucker got down on her knees in my favourite little skirt and frilly bra combination and these sexy stockings and started literally swallowing my cock I couldn’t resist her sweet pussy and ended up fucking a big load into her pussy. All I could think the whole time is I can't wait until she gets a new, second pussy so that I can fuck that one too. Plus I’m not gonna lie, the old one is getting a little “broken in” which ironically makes it feel like a woman’s pussy. its just lucky I don't have to worry about getting this daughter pregnant.

I think some men find shooting in someone's mouth too intense. (I did ask a man who repeatedly let me suck him but would not cum in my mouth.) They are used to how their hand feels so they use it. It is no different from men who pull out of an ass and use their hand to get off. I pity them.

I agree to be a cum dump you can never refuse a load, I have been doing that for a few years if I meet or a guy asks to breed me, that answer is always yes, he can be fat, ugly, old, homeless on drugs, athletic, nerdy, hot, all loads taken.

i am married for the second time. truth be told, i shoyuld not have married. i enjoy cock much more then pussy,

I'm cut but my dad is uncut - he's got a real handsome cock - wide girth, heavily veined with a big thick foreskin. looks great when soft but amazing when he's hard

Last guy that dumped a load in me has been hitting me up couple times a week. Last time he roughed up my hole a bit. Decided later on to ask if he was poz. He read the message but didnt reply for a few days and left the convo. Yesterday he hit me back saying he was poz but undetectable. Gonna try and get another load from him today. He loves when i show up with loads already in me.

A top needs to exert and dominate a hole. Bottoms want this and may run but ultimately just want to be pounded away deeper.

My ass took 3 and I deposited 2 of mine in asses at a warehouse party last night. I'm a thousand miles from home, and was disappointed by the size of the crowd compared to the other times I've been, but luckily there was still non stop fucking for the duration of the party. So it turned out to be a great night despite the small crowd.

Sorry guys missed Two for Tuesday, but making it up today! Chapter 26: Breed Me Dad My step dad asked Marc how he felt, and he said wonderful. He added that he felt a burning sensation in his ass, and I said that's from our virus entering his body. My step dad said he wanted it to seep in a bit more, but he would be brushed again before he seeded him. He cautioned that this time it would be more painful as he would be using the bottle brush, and going beyond his second ring as that was his favorite place to deliver his toxic seed. I reminded Marc that our DNA was the same, my step dad would honor me with the credit. My step dad said the next session would be on the bed, and told us to get off of it so he could put a rubber sheet down. He also brought back a ball gag and arm and leg restraints and the poppers from the sling. He told Marc he didn't want to use the ball gag, but if I was too loud, he'd use it. My steo dad assured Marc the session was going to be rough, and he'd be taking it like a true man. A soon to be poz pig! Marc smiled and said let's do it Sir. My step dad told him to lay spread eagle on the bed, and fastened his legs to the bed. The campground had thought of everything as the corners of the bed had places to attach restraints to. I restrained his wrists, and my step dad suggested I leave his right hand free so he could grab the poppers. I reminded him that he would need both hands free to use the poppers, and I wanted seeing him totally restrained taking it like a true pig, and then told Marc to nod his head if he wanted a hit of poppers, and I'd give them to him. He nodded his head and I spit in his face telling him good pig. I looked at my step dad and said give it to him like a true man. I gave Marc a hit of the poppers as my step dad inserted the bottle brush up his ass. He started twisting it in him pretty hard even though he knew the damage had been already done. He said there was still cum in his ass that hadn't absorbed yet. Before he plunged it past his second hole, he told me to give him a hit of the poppers as he'd need them. My step dad then told Marc he was about to become a true man now, and reminded him that if he thought the deep brushing hurt, just wait until his fat cock penetrated his second hole. My step dad inserted the bottle brush as deep as he could, and was confident it oenetrated his second hole. He didn't think it got far inside, so he mostly twisted it inside him. Marc was moning in pain, but not loud enough to warrant the ball gag. My step dad then mounted his ass, and he went in balls to the wall. Now I had got into Marc's second hole before, but my step dads cock was a bit longer and definitely thicker than mine. Marc screamed out in pain, and I grabbed the ball gag. My step dad said no, I want to hear him becoming a man, telling me how he loves my thick cock in his guts. Marc blurted out fuck me hard Sir, and dad obliged. My step dad reminded him that he had converted me, and now he was going to help convert hom. He plunged in and completely out of his ass, then burying his cock as deep as he could. Thanks to numerous hits of the poppers, Marc actually became use to his pounding, begging him to plant his toxic seed deep in him. My dad was about to cum, when he slapped Marc's ass cheeks hard, leaving a red hand print on his ass cheeks. His pace slowed down but his thrusts even harder. After about 10 hard strokes, my step dads toxic seed pulsed deep into Marc's guts. My dad grunted more than I ever heard him grunt before as his cock pulsed his seed deep in Marc's guts. He used his cock as a plug, and told me to get the plug, and plug him as soon as he pulled out. As he pulled out, a bright red pool of blood seeped from his ass before I plugged it. It was not diluted by much cum at all. That was already working its way into Marc's body. My step dad told me to clean his bloody cock, which I gladly did. He asked if i wanted his piss, and I said save it for Marc. He said good idea. Before we released Marc, I retrieved a permanent marker. I drew a crude bio hazard symbol on one cheek along with two hash marks on the other cheek, wrote I'm owned my ass is off limits. We released Marc from his restraints, and my dad said come here my urinal. Marc greedily took his piss, once again not spilling a drop. We removed the bloodied rubber sheet and got back in bed where we relished the moment. Marc said he was sore as hell, but yet he loved it. He said the burning sensation in his ass was much stronger. I said I was confident that our seed was working, but he'd be getting many more loads to be sure he left poz. Marc asked if that was what poz pig sex was like. My step dad said that was only the tip of the iceberg. He said he'd experience true poz pig sex tomorrow, but once again, although tempted to take other toxic cocks, we were the only ones to breed him. We took a quick nap before my real dad arrived.

Hey,I finally scored a bag last week and remembered that I have this little spot on the internet. I'm not sure where the direction of this story is heading, but I told myself that I won't make new topics. So..... When everyone left the room, I saw myself on the floored mattress in a full length mirror, trying to maintain any sense of control I had with only my head capable of tilting. My limbs remained tightly bound to each edge of the bed, as was the metal plug that was in me which I found to be dense and acted as a sort of anchor. I could barely lift my hips or alter the angles of how spread out I was when gravity was working against my favour. It was due to the plug too that I didn't bother to keep track nor realize how long I was left in the room for I began to feel a different kind of spun from absorbing Cameron's piss, a kind where I evolved to be more uninhibited than I imagined, allowing me to understand that this debauchery I found myself in is something that is inherently within me. I had already submitted myself to temptation base on my behaviour, yet I was hesitant to fully accept myself. I lacked confidence. Up until this moment, I believed that it was justifiable to suppress these desires. A sort of futile mental exercise. This belief, whether I want to admit it or not was attributed to the possibility of a future where Devin was still there. The future, I start to envision, was one where I no longer carried any shame in expressing my lust, a future where I embrace the pig that was always in me. I no longer saw his role in my life. It was a hindrance to my calling, a denial to the true nature that has manifested in the reflection I currently observed. Gagged, face down, spread out and about to be at anyone's disposal. Trance music being played continuously had also made it difficult to distinguish time. Not much can be heard beyond the walls that surround me besides the muffled noises which gradually turned to voices that got louder. The additional guests must have arrived. Under the door behind me, shadows flickered through the gaps, not revealing much on who or what was about to come. I try to pick apart the voices and the footsteps. 4, or 5 maybe? I heard a new voice, louder than the rest, announcing how it's been a while since there was a new recruit, how it's always fulfilling to find one, and how exclusive it was to be in this group. Another chimed in with enthusiasm, eager to breed since he stopped taking his meds the longest out of the rest, certain that he had the most potent load. Given the state I was in, I had to contain my excitement when I heard what was said. My breaths got deeper and louder, almost feral like. Slowly, something was building up in me. My purpose was to serve and show my dedication to these men. My anticipation distorted my perception of time further. From the moment Klaus opened the door, to the last person closing it, the period I had been left alone felt shorter than it was for the men to enter the room. 7 who entered. 3 who I had already been acquainted with and 4 new faces. Nude and physically built in the best way possible. Naturally, the outlines of some of their veins were more apparent than others. All of them were fit, or had been fit at some point in their lives and were carrying a kind of saggy weight that didn't make them any less attractive. Ludwig must've been the oldest. I carefully registered each of them. It was no longer a reminder that these were who I am submitting myself to. It was a fact. It was a moment of fully processing the decisions I've made. I had to assure myself of this to remove any hesitancy that I felt that first night Ludvig. A circle formed around me with Ludvig in his original position, looking down at my head at 12 o'clock. Cameron on his left, Klaus on his right. Ludvig started to speak. He introduced Chris, who I've come to learnt had the loud voice. He was a few years younger than Klaus, maybe late 30s, at least 6'2 and was stocky, carrying the most muscle out of everyone. His chest was huge and so were the areolas that surrounded his nipples. The volume of both his arms framed his tits symmetrically, cushioning both pecs in a jiggly way. His pits were hairy, bush popping out through the cleavage of his arms, blonder than the crop cut spotted on his head. That was the first thing I noticed bout Chris. I couldn't wait to devour myself in those curly pits. Below, a hard beer belly which concealed his actual abs. The 9 inch cock he had reminds me of an elephant trunk, girth starting wide and thinner towards the head. I wasn't sure if he was a grower or a shower but my intuition tells me it's the former. His thighs were massive, and his ass, just like his chest were bubbly and shaped like a peach. You can tell he never left his prime top or bottom phase. I was definitely in awe of Chris, but my eyes were set for Cameron. Chris' Origin Although Cameron spent more time with Ludvig and Klaus, it was Chris who became the third member. Klaus and him had work at a construction firm where at times, rather than joining their other fellow comrades for lunch, both men would spend 1-on-1 in a porta-potty that only they both have access to. What started as a regular pump and blow session turned to pump and dumps with Chris receiving most of the dumps. Once, Chris had to climb down a crane after their lunch that wasn't really a lunch. During his descent, some guys pointed out a dark stain forming right underneath his jeans, speculating that he pissed himself cause of his supposed fear of heights. The moment he reached the ground, Klaus was already waiting and gave him a look that could only mean one thing. Chris, who couldn't afford to extend any more of his embarrassment gave into the jokes the other workers made and excused himself to the portable, leading the way for Klaus. He trailed slowly, passing through the site casually til he spotted their portable, taking a moment for Chris to first enter before following. In an easy pull, Klaus swung the door wide and was please to have an ass fully present itself to him. Chris bent his leg, pushing his hips backward with both hands wide apart and gripped onto the blue pvc wall. His hole was still dripping Klaus's cum. The Hanes trunks he worn was partially soaked, no longer white but cream like with yellow hues. Chris, hearing the door opened apologized to Klaus that he couldn't hold it in and that he didn't know he was tasked to climb up. Klaus dismissed his apology, grabbed the trunks to force Chris to inhale and proceeded to rest his head on his shoulder. He whispered that it wasn't his fault and that he shouldn't be sorry for a non-mistake. Chris inhaled as much as he could, slowly forming a hard on. Klaus continued rub the trunks on Chris before going for it himself. He then reached his hand down to scoop the cum from Chris's ass with his fingers to feed Chris, who proceeded to suck the fingers off. Klaus, feeling Chris' mouth, took more cum with his right hand added the rest of the fingers into him, coating and feeling the shape and texture of his gums and mortars before pulling forcefully pulling out. Just by placing his palm onto the side of his thigh, followed by a light brush, Chris nodded and arched his back to give Klaus access. Legs bent to squat, Klaus' lips met Chris' hole and with a few smooches, Klaus' tongue intruded his hole, taking in as much he could. Normally, he would not eat Chris' ass out during their lunch 1-on-1s due to the time constraint though now, despite being on the clock, no one was looking for either of them. Klaus didn't realize he had came into Chris that much. When he came, it wasn't this much. He had to carefully collect the cum which at first dripped, now gushed, with his tongue as his only tool, turning its shape to a scoop to not waste a drop. Klaus wasn't the type to make quick assumptions and even if someone else had bred Chris, it would only make him respect Chris more. After all, it was Klaus who awakened the kind of primal lust that Chris initially taught was the only one to have. With his hole no longer wet and Klaus mouth' full, half of what was felched, Klaus swallowed and the other half given to Chris in spits and kisses that both men had discovered to enjoy when they first had to gotten to know one another. Right as Klaus finished giving Chris the last bit of cum he had left, he looked at his shiny amber eyes and smirked, asking if he's had anyone else who fucked him today. Chris, who was now in post cumeating clarity knew the jig was up. Instead of the usual puppy eyes reaction Klaus had expected, Chris pouted, raised his brows and nod. Klaus could only reply with a nonchalant uhuh. He could ask who it was but both men understood that those questions were not and should not be brought up, given the nature of their friendship. Klaus could also inquire more from Chris, just out of curiosity to know where he actually was on a kink level. As it was, Klaus met Chris on the job and both men only fucked on the job. None talked about life outside of the site and Klaus' thought process with Chris was that rubbers ruins their appreciation for cum. Klaus had always thought of Chris as straight, but into cum, hence Chris telling Klaus how he thought he was the only one who was not just into cum, but fascinated by it. A certain primal lust in relation to cum that he couldn't explain. No mention of men or fucking at all. Neither women which gave Klaus the benefit of the doubt and idea that Chris just didn't see gender. He had watched the porn, yet never acted on any form of act that he'd consider gay. Chris seemed, as average as a dude was. In construction, lifts heavy, never misses NHL, ticks all the boxes. The average dude was also most likely to be down low and seek casual encounters on Grindr as a favourite past time. Chris had been into men exclusively, as hard as he tried to tell the world other wise. Catching Klaus watching a cumdump porn video one time when the portables were being installed (and doors nonexistent) was one of those times that Chris would never forget. They haven't even introduced themselves. Klaus knew he was being watched by Chris and was not bothered in the slightest. He found Chris to be very cute. In the video Klaus had, clips where guys were smoking while being railed would be replayed a few times. Chris, watching from a far didn't question much, thinking that it was merely a mini hookah. In the buildup to their friendship, an unwritten routine had formed. On Tuesdays and Thursdays, during break, Klaus would go to his preferred portable, seat on the ground and back onto the door that faced the opposite direction, shielding himself from the site view. He'd then take out his phone and play a clip, always gay porn, and watch as entertainment without touching his cock. For a while, this was difficult for Chris because most of what Klaus watched, Chris had gotten off countless of times. Chris also felt seen because he never knew that someone else was into the genre of filth that he was, they were videos focused on cum or cumdumps,with fluids being exchanged with zero waste The only vids Klaus watched that Chris never understood was the one with the hookahs, and another with biohazard graphic frequently being animated. It reminded him of the poster at the entrance where they would sign in. Chris didn't mind when there was a change in what Klaus watched, he saw it as a learning opportunity. The ice finally broke one Thursday afternoon in August. The heat had made everyone miserable to the point where deadlines didn't matter much. Klaus, only in a cotton tanktops and jeans, laid at his usual spot. He took out a clip of two colleagues in business attire sucking one another in the washroom. When the top positioned his cock into the bottom, Klaus started to unbuckle his pants. Chris stood up and tried to get closer peak at what Klaus was packing. Klaus, irritated by the heat was desperate to bust a nut and feel some form of relief. He hard footsteps which he knew was Chris. Turning his head around with his wayfarers pulled up, Klaus looked at Chris who froze in silence. Klaus' only words were, "Do you mind sucking my dick off?" *** The rest was history. The more they fooled around and got to know each other, the more Klaus saw how raunchy Chris was. Klaus came more than once when Chris took his first cock. His ass was tighter than any of the usual guys Klaus had. He'd tell Ludvig, who he smoked T with everytime payday comes bout how great Chris' cunt was. Different angle gave a different sensation. Klaus described it as if a fleshlight's inner lining was made out of honeycomb. Klaus even took videos of Chris taking his cock. His moans were different in each vid, probably from the way Klaus was positioning himself. Ludvig would be lying if he didn't feel a bit of a turn on from watching Chris. Even when he took Klaus' dick in his mouth, Chris did it with passion. You would think Klaus was faking from how clean his dick would be after he came. Chris had skills Ludvig was very interested in. Ludvig and Klaus normally meet on Friday evenings where one would host and each would get a bottom spun out for the rest of the night to their liking. A recurring joke Ludvig had come up was to ask Klaus in the morning after the party ends if the honeycomb's cunt was better than the different boys they had. The results varied and neither kept scored. All Ludvig knew was that he had to try Chris' ass soon. He wanted to hear those moans in real time. Thinking bout his firm ass would make him leak precum. He was envious of Klaus. Not only he has someone to regularly fuck raw at work, he also does this thing every 2 weeks. Apart from partying together, both Klaus and Ludvig were also bounded by blood. They had both been willingly pozzed by Helmut, who acted as a mentor, a father figure even. Even though meds were already commercially available and he was still in the latent stage, Helmut refused. Sealing his fate, his only wish was to pass on his legacy. A legacy that wasn't just lessons and methods to be passed on pertaining to the lifestyle these men lead, but also the strain he had. It wasn't a question for either men when Helmut made the request. There was a bond that they were tied to. Fortunately, both were on meds from the start, and neither of them faced any major health issues. They had carefully planned it though both of them knew that some day, they will do the same thing that Helmut had done. Monthly test and checkups were an afterthought and sometimes they forget that they were poz. Still, Ludvig sometimes think about Klaus and Chris, how Klaus stopped applying much of what Helmut taught them by guarding himself off against the world. Ludvig thought bout how ignorant Klaus was to just use Chris as a play toy during work. One Saturday morning, after the boys left, Klaus asked Ludvig if he thought of inviting Chris. "From what you're telling me, this man needs to see more than just the screen of your iPhone max." Maybe, or maybe Chris was content. Average guy Chris, remember who doesn't need much to get him going. Getting Klaus' weekly deposit was all he could ask for. Unlike the other advices that Ludvig unsolicitedly gave, the one bout Chris lingered on his mind longer than usual. As much as he was just a hole, there was also a connection. A sort of feeling that Klaus knew was too late to turn back. Discovering that another man had cum in Chris shouldn't bother him but somehow, it did. Was it just another man? If it was only one man he'd still feel slighted for the amount of cum he lapped out of Chris was def Top 10 and if it was more than one, do I need to reconsider how I see Chris? As much as he tried to play it cool, the question what ifs now wouldn't stop entering his thoughts, with the big what ifs somewhere along the lines of; "What if he enjoyed getting fuck by the other dude /dudes more than he did with me?" *** Chris didn't think it was possible to get a reaction out of Klaus. For the first time, after working together for almost a year and a half did he see a look of uncertainty coming out of him. Unlike the first time he stared at Klaus with his porn, he captured a moment where Klaus, whose mouth was still slathered with cum, vulnerable for the first time. He had an imaginary upper hand. He realized his self worth in what had transpired .He learned that he actually looked decent and guys built as big as him are kinda rare. This was an advantage that he committed to making full use of. If it weren't for the user on the apps telling him how much potential he had, he prolly wouldn't have gotten bred. Despite having the app for almost 5 months, Chris didn't dare to put up a pic of him and all the conversations he had went nowhere. Only when he uploaded a tipsy photo of himself in the washroom of the bar he was at did his phone nudged more than it ever had. He was in a muscle tank and his cap flipped backwards. The one that got his attention came from a profile whose age was 52. His name at this point should not be a surprise. It read, "You look like a guy who doesn't like to waste cum" How little did he know...

Got my last loads meeting a guy in his hotel room in east london. He fucked 3 loads up my hole over about 4 hours on most the surfaces on the room. went home with my hole leaking down my leg.

PART SIX "Great stuff Cody, the money'll be with your stuff" I heard Seth say as I walked off. He must've known the money'd be too good to refuse and had already put it there. I was too busy following the trail of wet footprints to try & find Tim to ask what he was talking about. By the time I'd gotten to where all of the other guys must've gotten changed he was long gone. What I did find was Cade the make-up guy as he was about to leave. "Cody right? Your stuff's over there. From the size of the envelope you must've been fucked as well. Who'd you get?" "Ah, Tim" I sheepishly replied. "Yeah, he's the one that they usually use for first timers. Still, that'll be enough for a rounds of PrEP for you seeing his cum's worked its magic." I looked blankly at him and then a huge smile broke across his face. "Oh, you're already poz then and you don't care? That's great news." My blank face must've gone completely white as he said that, "Oh god...you've got no idea what I'm talking about do you?" "I...I'd never been with a guy before today." "Tell you what, give me a lift home & I'll explain it all. My boyfriend just got called out of town on business so I'll have to get an uber otherwise" As we drove to his place I explained my situation and he told me where to get PEP and that everything'd be alright. He usually worked on the "poz scenes" with Tim and others as he called them but hadn't been feeling too well the past week or so and was just doing some make-up work. He'd been pozzed some time ago by his long-term partner & knew Tim well through the area before working together. We pulled out the front of the place and he gave me the address of an anonymous sexual health clinic nearby where I could pick up the medication first thing in the morning, I was so relieved! "God Cade, I can't thankyou enough for all of your help. You're literally a lifesaver." "You're damn right I am, and that's why there is a way you can thank me. You're gonna come inside with me, and I'm gonna fuck that arse of yours." "But haven't you got a partner? And...you're a top?" "Haha, fuck you're such a fag, you didn't even think about your girlfriend when I said I was going to fuck you..." Fuck, he had a point there, "And I'm a top/vers, you'll find out why when we get inside." As we made our way to his apartment block, he took my hand as I looked around nervously, praying no-one would see me. "It's alright Cody, the more freaked out you look, the stranger it looks to everyone else." he was probably right, so I held his hand as we walked towards the entrance. He punched in his code & opened the door for me, using his hand on the small of my back to guide me, then it quickly drifted lower to my arse. I heard the elevator opening as we moved closer, and I was mortified as to who might see me like this when a lady in her sixties came out. "Ah hello Cade, Jeremy must be out of town is he?" "He sure is!" "Good thing I'm off to the movies then, you can make all the noise you want, give him one for me!" I couldn't help but be shocked as I entered the lift, "She's a neighbor then?" "Oh yeah, and the only problem she has with Jez & me is that sometimes we make too much noise. You're more hung up about this than anyone!" It was only when the door opened for his floor that I realised Cade's hand had slipped inside the back of my pants and was rubbing one of my cheeks. We walked into his apartment and he asked if I'd like a drink, I declined thinking the faster I'd be out of there the better. "The bedroom's through there," he nodded to the room. "I'm gonna grab a drink, leave your clothes here." I took my clothes off and made my way to what was a huge bedroom, standing with my back to the doorway. I soon felt Cade's breath on the back of my neck, and his hand groping my butt. "Mmm, no wonder they wanted you to stay back, kneel down in front of that seat over there." I made my way over to a big armchair & knelt in front of it as instructed. Cade was right behind me, putting his beer on the side table before he sat down. When he sat down, I knew immediately why he said he was a top. Although his dick was probably slightly on the larger side of the ones I'd sucked today, he had a massive piercing through its head. He must've seen my reaction as he laughed before saying, "That's why I'm a top mate, guys see that and their arse gets hungry for it, those that don't know about it already of course. I think it's known around town as "The Hole Destroyer"". "Um yeah...I can see why." "So it's in your best interests to get it good & wet before it goes in that pussy of yours." After the day I'd had, I was pretty well aware of what worked for guys so I got straight to work on him. I'd hoped that if I gave a really good blowjob, he might cum before fucking me. "Still hungry for cock after today? Wow, we might make a fag out of you yet. Plenty of eye contact too, that's such a turn on for me." I looked up at him, defeated. "Fuck, is there anything better than drinking a beer while you're getting a blowjob?" I knew there wasn't, but I'd never been in the position of giving one. It felt weird having a piercing in my mouth and I had to be careful on it. "Play with it in your mouth, I love that shit" Cade said. I flicked it with my tongue as I looked up at him, like it was my girlfriend's clit. "That's it man, you can take more than that, it's not gonna hurt." I smiled at his encouragement and took him deeper. "Theeeeeere's a good poof! I knew you loved it!" I didn't though, I hated it didn't I? "Righto, it's time." I felt his finger push into my arse. "Plenty of cum in there, Tim usually does a good job so you won't need much lube at all. Get on the bed for me." I obediently got up onto the bed and on all fours, presenting my hole to him. "No mate, it's not gonna be done like that. I wanna see your face when I take your hole, you're gonna ride me." END OF PART SIX

Raw only. Anything else isn't sex.

i would love to get some [banned word] fam chat goin. anyone like father son bonding?

Author note: Sorry guys, I wasn't happy with this chapter so I rewrote it a few times. It's also long so I broke it into 3 parts. Chris, Part 1 Matt met Chris on AOL. Chris was a law student living about 100 miles away. Chris was really hot – 5’7”, muscular, small waist, and smart – worked out all the time. Matt was amazed that Chris was interested in him. Matt was typing away in their chat, flirting, and trying to get Chris to send pics. Chris refused to send any x pics, but said he would chat with Matt on cam. Matt did not have a webcam. He thought they were expensive. More than that, Matt knew he would really get into the cyber sex he was having if he was showing off. After all, while Matt had self-confidence issues, he knew he was a sexy, young twink that got fucked regularly. Matt knew he would want to show guys his ass as he begged then to fuck him in cyber sex sessions. Matt was afraid it would go that far. He didn’t want those videos getting around. Chris and Matt kept chatting. Matt found himself disappointed when Chris was not online at night. Chris was a law student. Matt knew he read and studied a lot. More disappointing was that Chris didn’t want to have cyber sex with Matt. But he lived almost 90 minutes away. Matt didn’t want to travel 90 minutes to see Chris after work and then 90 minutes to come home. Chris popped on one night and while they chatted, Chris turned on his cam. Matt could see Chris. He looked a bit nerdier than Matt expected and had a small stutter, but Chris was so sexy. Chris was shirtless during their chat. Matt’s cock got hard. He thought Chris might show off for him. Instead, Chris said he wanted Matt’s address so he could send him a gift – a webcam – so they could chat. Matt agreed and, against his better judgment, gave this relative stranger his address. Matt was nervous for a few days, half expecting a murderer or rapist to show up. Instead, the webcam showed up and Matt hooked it up to his computer. Matt sent Chris an email saying he received it and had set it up. Chris said he wanted to chat that night at 11pm. It was 7pm so Matt went for a run and was home by 8pm. Matt was horny. He got online and started a sexy cyber sex session with a guy – Matt was stripped down to only his briefs. He slipped them off when he was chatting with the dude. Matt was quickly riding the guy’s dick in their chat and the guy was saying he was close to cumming. Matt typed “cum in my ass” to the guy. Just then a screen from Chris popped up and Matt opened it and without knowing he was opening his camera – Chris’s face popped up. Matt also saw his own screen slightly smaller showing his naked body. Matt quickly turned his chair away. He was so embarrassed that Chris had seen him naked. Chris laughed and said, “Guess I caught you by surprise. Sorry I am early. I was excited to see you online.” Matt said hi and apologized. Chris convinced Matt to turn around to let him see again. Chris showed Matt his fat, short cock in return. Matt said, “I want you to fuck me.” Chris said, “Come visit and I will.” Matt stroked his cock and said, “I will this weekend if you want.” Chris said, “Bring condoms and lube because I’ll be fucking your sexy ass so much that we are going to need them.” Matt jokingly said, “Don’t you have any?” Chris responded, “I do but you are so sexy we are going to run out.” Matt said, “What’ll we do if we run out?” Chris said, “Guess we will find out.” Matt and Chris laughed and flirted for another 20 minutes. The boys made plans to see each other that weekend. Matt was in the car headed to Chris on Friday evening. He arrived in time for dinner. He rang the doorbell in a tight t-shirt, tight jeans, and a baseball cap. A guy answered the door who was not Chris. Matt was surprised. The guy introduced himself as Chris’ roommate. He was tall, handsome, dark curly blonde hair, blue eyes, and had a sexy athletic body. From behind the sexy guy, Chris bounded toward Matt and the door. Chris said, “I’m glad you came.” Chris pulled Matt into a hug. Matt enjoyed feeling the shorter, muscular body against him. Chris and Matt had dinner, returned to the apartment, watched a movie with the roommate and then went to bed. Matt showered and then Chris showered. Matt was in his briefs when Chris came to bed. Matt and Chris talked awkwardly as Chris turned out the lights and Chris got in bed naked. Chris and Matt kissed and then Matt felt Chris’ hands pulling his briefs off. Chris got on top of Matt and kept kissing him. Their bodies pressed together as Chris pressed his hard cock into Matt’s cock and rubbed them together. They rolled around and made out. Then Matt grabbed Chris’ cock and stroked it. Matt went down on it and sucked Chris. Chris leaned back and let Matt work his cock with his mouth. Chris moaned as Matt worked his cock. Chris wanted to work Matt’s ass so Matt and Chris worked into an awkward 69 and Chris started eating Matt’s hole. Matt and Chris kept this up until Chris had pushed Matt too far from his cock. Chris was now fingering and tongue fucking Matt’s ass expertly – far better than this shy guy should know how to do. Matt was in awe of how good this felt. Matt told Chris that he was making him feel amazing. Chris flipped Matt onto his back, head on the pillows, lifted Matt’s legs and dove back into his hole. Matt gasped. He was getting so wet and felt so open with his legs spread wide. Matt obliged Chris by holding his legs open in a wide V. Chris said, “Just like that. Let me inside you.” Chris kept eating Matt’s hole and then would finger him some more. Alternating his tongue and fingers, Chris had Matt open so he was taking 4 fingers. Matt felt full with the fingers, then empty when they were withdrawn, then wet and moaning when the tongue was re-inserted. Matt was sure he was wide open now. Chris came up and kissed Matt. Matt’s legs were still spread. Matt felt Chris strong back. It felt so good. Matt’s tall, slim, runner’s frame felt engulfed by Chris’ muscular body. Matt and Chris were intensely making out. Chris hard cock was pressed on Matt’s ass. Matt knew it was there. Matt adjusted slightly, hoping the cock would slide in him. Then, just at it had with “geek-chic” the first night Matt had taken it bareback, Chris bare cock slipped in Matt’s unprotected ass. Matt moaned and grabbed Chris’ muscular ass pulling him inside deeper. Chris pushed his cock all the way inside Matt. Chris moaned, “Fuck. Should I pull out? I’m not wearing a condom.” Matt said, “Not unless you want to.” Chris proceeded to fuck Matt for a few minutes and then said, “I’m cumming in you.” Chris rolled off Matt and said, “That was great.” Chris then sucked Matt off, didn’t swallow, and the boys fell asleep.

I'm not going to lie: the first one hurt. Despite the lubing and fingering I had engaged in on the car ride over, the rough, uncompromising entry of a very girthy, pierced dick was painful. The guy wielding this silver-ringed phallus was aggressive and clearly riled up, so I had little choice but to just stay bent over and yelp my way through a hard pounding until, thankfully, he spurted his toxic babies in me after only a few minutes. Thereafter things got a bit easier, as the two guys that followed weren't nearly as well-hung and my anus had relaxed a bit and been lubed some more by the first load. They both lasted longer than the first guy, meaning he was good to go again by the time they were done. Fortunately it was a more comfortable fucking second time around. I stayed over the barrel for quite a while, only occasionally getting a moment to stand up straight and stretch before someone else stepped up to have a go in me. I was aware there were other men in attendance after a while, but I have no idea if any of them were poz as they weren't particularly vocal. I suppose it didn't matter though, as by that point I was on a second consecutive night of taking highly toxic loads so was probably well on my way to conversion anyway. Things shifted up a gear when a large group of men arrived en masse, such that I wondered if they had come on some sort of pozzing coach excursion. Once they were there I was allowed to move from the barrel to the filthy mattress, and was then flipped repeatedly between missionary and doggy-style positions depending on each fucker's preference. As the night wore on and my hole got looser and looser, they moved on to double-fucking me, again in various positions, and often with a lot of poz talk to keep everyone aroused. Interestingly, all focus throughout the night was on my rear end, with only the occasional presentation of a dick to my face for me to lick or suck, and usually only to clean after it had fired off in my backside. I was otherwise free to occasionally smoke when Gus or Steve presented a cigarette to me, and otherwise just stare ahead of me to the water or up through the trees to the starry night sky. Throughout all this I was increasingly in a trance-like state, almost like I was witnessing this happening to someone else. I was obviously feeling all the fucking, the changing of positions and the hard slaps on my buttocks some of the guys chose to land on me, but somehow it didn't feel real and as such I didn't entirely engage. Perhaps some of the guys there would have preferred me to be either begging for their loads or whimpering like I was being raped, but I didn't really utter much at all after my yelping during that first brutal fuck. I don't know, maybe it was a defence mechanism to help me mentally cope with what I was allowing to happen to me. However, in time it all started to take its toll, and I was apparently wincing for the first time as two well-hung guys ploughed into me in tandem. This is when Steve and Gus started to bring things to a close, but not before I had taken their loads in the final double-fucking of the night. They then hauled me up from the mattress and handed me a bottle of water. "You did good, boy" said Gus. "Thanks" I whispered. "You sore?" asked Steve. "Yes" I replied, "but I'm OK." "Good boy" Steve said. "Now let's get your hole cleaned up so you don't mess up the car on the way home." They made me squat near the river before squirting water out of a couple of bottles at my backside, and then handed me some wet wipes and a towel to finish off the job myself. There were still a few of the other men hanging around and it was all a bit bizarre doing this with an audience, but at least they weren't fucking me any more. Once clean, I threw all the wipes and towel in a plastic bag Gus held open for me, and then we set off back through the bushes to the car. I was sore, but it was still a blessed relief to sit down in the back seat once we got there. "Relax boy" said Gus, as Steve started driving us home, "you're going to get a bit of a break for a couple of days now, apart from us two needing your holes." "But tomorrow" continued Steve, looking at me in the rear-view mirror as he drove along the deserted roads, "we'll be taking you out to start your other conversion." "My other conversion?" I asked. "Yes boy" said Gus. "It's one thing to have the virus, which I'm sure you will do soon, but it's another to actually look like a true poz cumdump. Tomorrow we'll get you started down that road too." I started trying to form the questions that were entering my head, but then sighed and turned to look out of the window. "Yes sir" I responded quietly. "Good lad" Gus said, before we then drove the rest of the way in silence. Once back at their house I took and shower and then limped to bed, my arse starting to ache more and more, all while my head was swirling with anxieties, questions and flashbacks. What would they be doing to me tomorrow? What did a true poz cumdump look like? What if I didn't want to have done to me whatever they were planning? Eventually physical and mental exhaustion took me over, and I turned on to my side and closed my eyes. "What will be will be" I whispered to myself, before drifting off to a restful sleep.

I've done stuff for BarebackThatHole and Tyler Reed, does that count?

I've done scenes for two professional companies... back in the early 1990s I did a few scenes for Latino Fan Club Video under the name Brian Weber, I believe. One is a gangbang scene with Kino, Midnight, Rico Suave, and Tito. The other scene is just 1/1 with Rico Suave who came back for more. It was great fun but we used condoms. He had an amazing cock! The other scenes I did with Treasure Island in 2004 (Fuck Holes) and 2005 (Breeding Season). The first was me getting bred by four guys in a NYC hotel, directed by Max Sohl. The second I was one of many tops in a gangbang of Christian shot in SF Folsom weekend 2005.

PART 4 I was lying there, spun out of my head, reveling in the feeling of being a sloppy cumdumpster. Josh had a nice thick cut cock and he proceeded to pound me with it mercilessly. “You’re a nasty little whore aren’t you faggot? You want my fucking cock? You want a real man’s cock in your pussy?” “Fuck yeah, I need it. I need your cock and your load. Please fuck me. Knock my fucking whore cunt up.” He smiled and laughed and then leaned over to take another shotgun from Dan, who was fucking Chris. Josh continued to fuck me and leaned down to pass me the shotgun which I wanted to pass along to Chris. I turned to him and his eyes were rolled back in his head from the pounding Dan was giving his cunt. I reached over and locked my lips with his and passed him the hit of smoke. He just moaned and I laid back, pulled my ass cheeks open further and let Josh pummel my cunt. I was just a fucking hole and was being treating exactly as I wanted and deserved. Josh and Dan leaned over to make out with each other while they pounded Chris and I. Periodically they would switch off and it felt amazing to get a different cock inside me. Dan also had a nice fat cock, shorter, but huge around like a can. If I wasn’t high I would’ve had a hard time taking it, but I would’ve begged him to breed me anyway because....after all, what am I? A fucking whore…. and I don’t get to say no to cock. Why would I want to? Cock is my reason for existing. Especially huge fat cocks that are attached to hot college dudes desperate for a hole to breed. Dean, Eric and Jose just sat on the couch and watched the new guys rape Chris and I while they jerked and sucked each other’s cocks. I was so lost in the fuck that I didn’t hear other guys come into the room. After about 15 minutes (it could’ve been 2 minutes it could’ve been 6 hours, I was so high and focused on my hole I had no idea), Dan started to speed up and said “you want my load, boy? Do you deserve my load breeding you and knocking you up?” “FUCK YES! Please give me your load, I need it. I have to have it! Breed me with your fat cock!” “Such a fucking dirty little fag. Here it comes, boy. Another load for your sloppy little cum dumpster.” He pounded me a few more times and I could feel his cock throbbing inside me. My cunt had never felt so alive and greedy. “FUCK YES! Thank you for breeding me! GIVE ME YOUR FUCKING SPERM! Fucking knock me up!” Dan stopped fucking me and held still. I could still feel his cock throbbing in my ass and he was breathing heavily. He collapsed on top of me and shoved his tongue in my mouth and passionately kissed me. I could feel his cock slide out of my sloppy cunt. Another load. I was fucking in heaven. Five loads in my fagdump. Josh sped up his thrusting and dumped a load in Chris’ cunt with a string of expletives. Chris and I were both panting hard and I reached down to shove three fingers in my sloppy hole. It was drenched in cum. I looked up and saw four more hot guys standing there stroking their cocks, waiting their turn to breed us. It’s a good thing the bed was large, because every inch of it was covered in men, writhing around, hard cocks, and hairy chests and sloppy buttholes. I flipped over onto my stomach and scooted back to the edge of the bed, shoving my furry cunt at the assembled guys who were waiting to breed us. I moaned "Please fuck me. I have to have your cocks and loads." Chris laughed, and also flipped over so his ass was in the air, and he leaned over to make out with me. I stole a glance at the first guy who stepped up and could see that another complete stranger was lined up behind Chris. Eric, Dean and Jose were sucking other new cocks, my brain hoping they were prepping those cocks for my cumdump. The guy about to fuck me was in his 30s, smooth, muscled and had an average cock, but I just didn’t care one way or the other. The size of the cock didn’t matter, The age or looks of the man didn’t matter. I had found my calling. To be a dirty little faggot whore. A whore for cocks. A receptacle for sperm. I felt the new man’s cock enter me and realized I didn’t know his name and didn’t care. He was a hard cock and he was fucking me. Dean leaned over and shotgunned another hit of T to me, and said “how’s your cumdump Justin? Feeling good?” I grinned at Dean and said “I feel so fucking good. I don’t even know this guy’s name but I want his cock fucking me and I want his load of cum in my pussy. I’m just a fucking faggot whore. Right?” “Right. That’s the way we want you to feel. There’s a lineup of guys from your Scruff and Growlr profiles. They wanna fuck your sexy little hairy cunt. We had to tell some of them to wait. The apartment is only so big and I’d rather not get robbed while I’m hosting a gang fuck. We told most of them it was a pump and dump so they wouldn’t hang around. Josh and Dan might stick around. I wanna watch Dan breed you again. His cock is amazing.” Dean gave me another shotgun hit and then shoved his fat cock in my mouth while I was holding it so the smoke came out of my mouth and spread all over his dick. The guy in my ass stopped and grunted. I could feel his cock throbbing as he dumped another load inside me. Dean leaned over and said “another fucking load to knock you up, faggot. You done? Or do you want more?” “That’s only six loads. I need more. So much more cum, so many more cocks. Please.” I said. “Good,” Dean said. I can’t wait to see you get really nasty. The next guy walked up to start fucking me, but Dean stopped him. “Hang on a second,” he said. He fumbled with something I couldn’t see, and the guy said “you’re a fucking pig. Go for it.” What I couldn’t see was that Dean reached into a baggie of T and pulled out a big shard. He stuck the end of it into the guy’s piss slit, and then guided a stranger’s cock who I hadn’t even seen into my ass. The stranger slowly slid his cock into my gaping, cum dripping ass, and stopped. I could feel a little bit of a scratch inside my hole, then a huge feeling of warmth. The man stayed hard inside my cunt, while the shard of T melted inside me. Dean leaned over and said “Round 2, piggy. You ready? Who the fuck cares if you’re ready or not. Here we go.” The guy then slammed his cock hard, all the way into my cunt and all I could do was moan in pleasure. Like a fucking whore. END PART 4.

We all lounged around in the hot tub, away from the basement, and the vengeful act of pozzing my baby brother, among the men smoking cigars and drinking beers, I cuddled up to my Daddy, the strong smell of his armpits stronger than the chlorine, in fact, we all reeked of sex and sweat. "That bitch has got one sweet cunt, where did you find the boy?" I looked at my Daddy, he smiled and nodded at me. I took a deep breathe and told them the entire story, their mouths were agape at what they were being told, at what they had been a apart of. Forcefully raping and pozzing a bitch was one thing, but it being my own brother got each of their nuts churning again. "I need to go back and rape his cunt again, knowing its your kid brother." "Well, we have one more thing planned, before we send the bitch back to his soon to be shattered life." my Daddy said. We all got out of the hot tub, our blatino buddy groped my ass. "Now that's the pussy I've always wanted to get inside." "That's a party for another night, buddy." my Daddy said. Grinning at me and taking me into his arms. We went back into the basement, there, still tied to the St Andrew's Cross, the buttplug still in his cunt, was my brother. I cracked my knuckles at what was to come. The guys sat, their huge poz cocks dripping with precum, my Daddy, handing me his trusty singletail whip... a whip that I had been on the receiving end of many times. I never really was an out of control boy, I admire and love my Daddy, and constantly aim to please him and make him smile. So, eventually he just took to beating me just to satisfy his urge to do so, since I really aimed to never anger him. I swung the whip a few times, and cracked it. "What the fuck!!!" my brother cried out at the noise. I grinned and struck him. "Speak only when spoken to, faggot!!!" His screams filled the basement fuckroom. "You evil... sadistic...." I struck him again, harder. "You speak only when spoken to, faggot... the more you make me repeat myself, the more this is going to hurt you." I said. "Damn, who knew your boy had that side to him." One of the white tops said. "He's usually yes sir, whatever you want sir" "Well, my boy respects me, and all of you... I knew he had a rough side to him, he is MY BOY afterall." My brothers back was covered in lashes... a few lashes had broken the skin, crimson ran down his back. I ran my fingers up his back. I tooked at the red on my finger. I took it into my mouth. "Hmmm... doesn't taste like poz blood." "You,,, sick... twisted..." I took out the plug and shoved my cock. "Too much for flattery now bitch." I grabbed his shaking body and pounded his used and sloppy cunt, he couldn't tighten his cunt now if he wanted, tears ran down his cheeks. I kept pounding him until I blew up his cunt. Ipulled out and presented the singletail to my Daddy, he had his go, focusing on his round ass, slinging the whip until lash marks decorated his butt. We walked behind him, and put the whip around his neck. "Too much noise from your bitch ass and I tighten this. You're worthless, and I have no reservations about doing you harm." My Daddy said. "But... you already know that." My Daddy fucked him, drilling him and filled him with his toxic sperm. The other tops each took their turns, drilling and pounding his ass, until he was filled with semen. We plugged him up. Bid our guests goodbye, and my Daddy and I went to bed, my head on his chest. The morning after, we blindfolded him, and dropped him off into the outskirts of the city. He never did know where we were, so he couldn't actually report where all this had happened. Had he thought he could have just said that I had been a part of it... But, I don't know, maybe he wanted to believe it didn't happen, or maybe he was hoping against the odds that he was converted. It wasn't until a year later, where I was at work at the HIV clinic that I came across paperwork with his name. Two things stood out that made me smile. Marital Status: Divorced. HIV status: Positive, diagnosis AIDS, currently on meds. I snapped a pic with my phone. I sent it to my Daddy with the words, MISSION ACCOMPLISHED. THE END