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As I stand here in my giant bathroom, inspecting my naked body in the massive mirror, I find myself thinking about the road that led me here. I trace my fingers over the outlines of the amazing designs on my arms, and then reach up and touch the forbidding symbol on my left pec. I then turn, first left and then right, craning my neck back to see the words imprinted on my buttocks. If my former teammates could see me now. If my ex-girlfriend could see me now. That always makes me smile. My name’s Jake, and I’ve just turned 30. I live on my own in this huge house, bought two years ago when my numbers came up. But while I’m single, rarely a day goes by when there isn’t someone else here. Whether it’s a guy or two I have in the house as a guest, or a whole group of them in the playroom I had built in the garage after I moved in, there’s nearly always someone on hand to keep me entertained. But it wasn’t always this way. Over the next few chapters I will tell you how I became what I became, the things I did that I never thought I would, and how I ultimately emerged as a thirty year-old bearing the words that would forever mark me as what I am now: CUM DUMP. ------- My story starts when I was 26. I had recently changed jobs, finally getting my break as a proper consultant after being stuck in a seemingly never-ending graduate cycle at my previous firm. The rounds of interviews and assessments had been rigorous and taxing, but in the end it all paid off and I found myself finally getting somewhere with my career. The extra money meant Rachel and I could move out of her parents’ place in Hertfordshire and rent a decent flat in Camden, gaining our independence as well as about two hours extra a day with the shorter commute. The new job was hard going, but I loved being thrown in at the deep end and getting to show what I was capable of. Over time I earned praise from my managers and the colleagues around me, and was eventually assigned to a new project that I had been hoping to get on since I found out about it. I was going to be working as part of a team with some great guys, getting to travel to various European offices of the client who had commissioned the introduction of the new system we had developed. Lisbon, Barcelona, Milan, Munich, Stockholm, and many more, all paid for by the firm. I was so excited, although my mood was dampened by Rachel somewhat when she got in a huff about me travelling to all these places without her. She could be hard work sometimes. The first trip was to Lyon in France, and I excelled by being able to surprise the others with my competent grasp of French, a gift from the long hours I had spent being taught French by my maternal grandmother, a native to France. The trip went really well, and by the end of it my more senior colleagues in the team were no longer treating me like the new boy. Then came Barcelona, and that’s when everything changed. The job in Barca was a bit smaller as the client only had a small outpost there. As such, only four of us went this time, comprising me, Ben, Mitchell and Rob. Ben was the senior on the trip, whilst Mitch and Rob had been at the company for only a year or so longer than had I, so we were pretty much equals. To save a bit of money, (and as it was only for three nights), we were sharing two twin rooms in the hotel. Whereas normally at least the senior would get his own room and then the rest of us either sharing or also getting singles. As Mitch and Rob were good friends, it was only natural they took one of the two rooms, whilst Ben and I took the other. On the first night two guys and one of the women from the client’s office took us out for dinner, before leaving us to explore some of the bars in the old town. However, we were all a bit tired from the journey so didn’t stay out late. The next day was a busy one, but by late afternoon we were done with what we could do, pending some overnight process work the client’s IT people needed to do. As such, we headed back to the hotel to change, and then went out for the early evening. The drink and tapas flowed, and dinner never really happened. Mitch and Rob were then up for going to a club, but I could see Ben was enthused as the prospect of a late night, so I suggested that the two of us just call it a night and maybe have a nightcap in the hotel bar. I was actually quite keen to go clubbing, but I didn’t want to be crashing into the room and waking my senior colleague at whatever time in the night, especially as I was making such a good impression with everyone at the firm. So, sure enough, Ben and I found ourselves back at the hotel. We both got a drink, G&T for Ben, a rum and coke for me, and then sat in the comfy surroundings to chat. Ben was 34 and single, which I found surprising as he was a very handsome man. Tall, well-built, well-dressed, charming and funny, he seemed like the sort of guy who would have his choice of women. Or men. I didn’t actually know which team he played for, but didn’t want to pry too much and it really didn’t matter anyway. We finished our drinks and headed upstairs, both of us declaring that we wanted a shower before bed as it had been a clammy night in the city. Ben went first, and then when he came out of the bathroom wearing a towel I headed in to get myself clean. When I’d finished showering the bathroom was so full of steam that I concluded I’d never get dry in there, so did as Ben had done and went out into the room with just a towel on. To my surprise, Ben was still just wearing his towel, and he looked up at me and smiled as I padded past his bed to my own. “Wow, you’re built” he said to me as I passed. I blushed. “Er, yeah, I work out” I said. I was actually pretty proud of my body, all 6’1” of it. I worked out several times a week, jogged regularly, ate healthily, and kept my chest shaved and smooth the way Rachel liked it. “You should show it off more” Ben said, his eyes on me. “Your shirts are way too loose.” Oh man, he had been noticing what I wore. Well, that answered that question I guessed: Ben must be gay. Strangely enough, I felt a stirring in my own loins as his gaze rested on me. “Oh, 'er, you think?” I mumbled. “Hell yeah” he said, “don’t put in all that work just to waste it on your girlfriend!” He laughed, and after a moment I laughed too, although I think it was more nervous laughter than anything. “Thanks” I said, blushing harder. “I didn’t realise, 'er, you were, 'er, noticing.” Ben gave me a warm smile. “I’m not the only one who’s noticed” he said. “You’re pretty popular in the office.” I blushed again, and awkwardly shifted position on the bed. As I did so, my towel loosened and slipped, basically leaving me sitting there naked. I hurriedly tried to sort it out, but only got it into more of a tangle. “Don’t” Ben said softly. I stopped wrestling with the towel and looked up at him. “Let me see.” I don’t know why, perhaps it was the buzz from the rum, but I slowly released my grip on the towel and let it fall beside me. I then swung my legs off the mattress and slowly stood up in the gap between our beds, locking my stare on Ben as he gazed back at me. His eyes were making their way up and down my body in the most lustful way anyone had ever looked at me, and I saw him give his lips a small lick. He wanted me so badly, and something about this situation had my heart racing. My dick started to swell and rise, until I was standing before him with a massive boner, almost starting to pant. What the fuck was happening to me? Wasn’t I straight? Ben looked for a bit longer, and then started to scoot across his own bed towards me. He deliberately removed his own towel on the way so that he too was naked, and then he was sitting there in front of me, staring straight ahead at my dick. Instinctively I shuffled forward a bit, and he leaned in, opened his mouth and swallowed me whole. “Fuuuuuuck” I groaned, having never felt a blowjob like this. He then reached both his hands behind and roughly gripped my arse, pulling me in towards him even more. His head started going back and forth on my cock like a jackhammer, the suction on my dick like an industrial hoover. I put my hands on his shoulders to steady myself, and gradually gripped him tighter as he brought me towards orgasm. Then, rather abruptly, he let go of my arse and pulled his mouth off my dick, causing me to stagger back slightly. I snapped out of my reverie and looked down at him. “Turn around” he said, turning his head up to face mine. “What?” I asked, a little all over the place. “Just do it” he said, suddenly sounding rather stern. I just did as instructed and turned around, not sure what was coming next. Then he grabbed my hips and pulled me backwards towards him, reaching up to push the small of my back so that I would bend forwards. I put my hands on my thighs to steady myself, and then the next thing I knew his face was in my arse. His tongue was lapping at my hole, and the room seemed to be exploding with fireworks. I had never felt anything like this in my life. It was fucking amazing! I’m not sure, but I think I must have been moaning and groaning for England as he gave me my first ever rimjob. He kept this up for a while, actually getting his tongue into my hole, and then he pulled his face out. Before I could turn or straighten up I felt his fingers in there instead, gently prodding and poking at me. I then understood that I was going to be fucked. Ben must have planned something like this, or maybe he was just in the Scouts once and was thus always prepared, but he had stashed a tube of lube in the drawer of the bedside table. He briefly paused the fingering to open the drawer, grab his supply and lube up his fingers. He then started to apply much more pressure with them, pushing one, then two, and then I think three fingers into me. All the while I just continued to stand there, bent over in front of him seemingly inviting him to carry on doing what he was doing. I could say I was paralysed with fear or something, but in truth I was loving it and was suddenly really excited to see what this was going to be like. I’d never really thought about it before, but that didn’t seem to matter. The drink must have been a factor, or at least that’s what I tell myself these days. His fingers started to hit something inside of me, and my silence turned to moans. This only spurred him on, until he was really going to town on me with his fingers. Then, as before, it all stopped abruptly. “Get on the bed” he commanded, “on your hands and knees.” I didn’t even pause. I just moved forward, crawled on to the bed and waited. He grabbed my ankles and pulled me back a bit, and then I heard the splooging sound of some more lube being squeezed out of the tube. The pressure returned on my hole, but it was spongier and fatter than any of the fingers had been. “Let me in” he said gruffly. I didn’t know what that meant, but I instinctively pushed back and must have done whatever it was that was needed as he popped inside. It startled me and gave me a brief flash of pain, but that soon subsided. He then pushed steadily in to me, making me feel fuller than I ever had before. As he got deeper it started to hurt a little more, particularly as he was going into territory his fingers had not reached, but I gritted my teeth, closed my eyes and forced myself not to pull off him. Then the pushing stopped, I felt the roughness of his pubes on my buttocks, and I knew I had his whole cock inside. He didn’t give me any time to adjust, instead starting a steady rhythm on my whole, thrusting his cock in and out in substantial strokes. A dull pain was radiating from my arse, but something else was there as well and it felt amazing. As the pain started to subside, my whole body started to tingle as he fucked me. The feelings were incredible, and I couldn’t stop myself from pushing back against him, trying to get more of his cock in me, trying to make him fuck me harder. And fuck me harder he did. If I thought he was like a jackhammer when sucking me earlier, it was as nothing compared to what he could do with his cock. Pneumatic drills are gentler on tarmac than the treatment I was getting, but it was pure ecstasy. He fucked me for 20 minutes, and then started groaning. “I’m cumming” he grunted, suddenly accelerating his pace even more. Then he stopped, yelled out and held in position as a curious warm feeling filled my rear end. “Fucking take it” he grunted as he unloaded in me, breeding me like the bitch he was turning me into. I just knelt there on my hands and knees as I was filled with cum for the first time, loving the sensation as his cock pulsed inside me. Then, and again rather abruptly, he pulled out and collapsed backwards on to his bed. I felt some cum running down my leg, and began to crawl backwards off the bed with the intention of going to the bathroom to clean up. But as I turned round I saw Ben lying on his back panting, I noticed his cock was still erect and covered in juice. Perhaps it was a case of being in for the penny, in for the pound, but I just couldn’t help myself from dropping to my knees, leaning forward and taking it into my mouth. The taste of his juices, the lube and, I guess, my own arse was intoxicating. As I sucked and licked him clean I started furiously wanking my own cock, getting off on the feeling of more of him leaking from my rear end as I did so. In no time I blew on to my torso, the bedspread and the carpet. I then collapsed back on to the floor, panting and exhausted. Neither of us said anything for a while, but then I got up and started making my way to the bathroom. I got in there, and turned to face the mirror so I could look at myself. I was glistening with sweat, but otherwise looked like me. I felt different, but the man staring back at me was still me, at least outwardly. Then Ben came into the bathroom as well, and turned to face the mirror too. We looked into each other’s eyes via the reflection, until I noticed his cock starting to rise again. I stared at it coming back up to full mast, and then looked back up to his face. He was smirking at me, and then moved to step behind me. I leaned forward a little, and he just planted his cock between my cheeks and pushed into me again. This time he fucked me more tenderly, with none of the jackhammering of before. Throughout, I kept my eyes either focused on my own face, or looking back at his has he slightly grimaced from the exertion of reaming me. My own cock also came back to life so I started stroking myself, adding that to the things I watched in the reflection. After about 15 minutes Ben accelerated, and I focused on watching the reflection of my own face as I felt him shooting a second load into my sloppy hole. Again, it was still me, but this was a me with a cock shooting cum into his arse. When he was done spurting his load into me, Ben caught my gaze in the reflection. Smiling, he gave me a wink, withdrew his cock and swiftly left the bathroom. I just stood there, once again with cum dripping out of me, gazing at myself in the mirror. I felt awesome. I got myself cleaned up a bit, and then went back out in the bedroom. Ben was in bed properly, and was clearly asleep. I headed for my own bed, but then turned to look back at him. The temptation was too great, and I just climbed in. He stirred as I did so, wrapping his arm around me. I briefly lay there facing him, but then turned so he was spooning me. He pulled me in a bit tighter, and then we were both still. I reached out and switched off the lights, plunging the room into darkness. Inside, I knew that I would wake up with a right clusterfuck going on in my mind, but for now I was exhausted, a little sore and in the comforting arms of a man who had just shown me a whole new side of myself. Sleep came quickly.

Part 7 Sam was the first to arrive at the cottage, he lit the heater and emptied his suitcase. Not much later he heard the door open and Ed, Andy and Jack enter. E: Where is that party? Sam who was upstairs started to laugh S : Here is that party but the birthday boy is not here yet. A : That's too bad because I urgently need to empty my balls E : otherwise I want to suck you A : No, never mind. I'll use that whore later to dump my seed. J : Did Michael let you know what time they would be here. S : yes they would be here within 2 hours. Meanwhile Nick and Rob also came in and greeted the others. S : shall we get started men, so that everything is ready for when the sick little one arrives. The others chuckled E : Jack, did you visit Tom? J : yes, I got everything for a horny party weekend. He also managed to tell me that he had very much enjoyed our new addition and if he were invited as a special guest this weekend he would definitely come and provide extra sweets. A : that's good to know. N : I do wonder what progress our new cumdump has made, and if he has fully found his true self yet. S : haven't heard from Michael yet. He would apparently exceed all expectations. He would have been born for it. E: haha that's a good one, I thought we were just about to celebrate his birth Ed winked at Sam with a wide grin on his face. N : Yeah I heard him and that's exactly why I'm curious. Michael can say his corruption is complete but I still want to see it. R : I hope he that his cunt is already well open when he gets here because I am not going to hold back this time. The men finished their preparations and decided to go into the Jacuzzi for a while. They took the pipe with them and some party supplies to get in the mood already. Not that they really needed it but the mood can always improve. Michael and Dennis were on their way to the cottage. By now it was already the 3rd day that Dennis was feverish and sick but he had the hardest part behind him anyway. Michael had taken care of him for the last 2 days and had shaved and rinsed him just before leaving so that when they arrived they could start the party right away. Dennis slept during the drive to the cottage to still be at sufficient strength for his birth party. When they still had half an hour to drive he woke up because of Michael's brisk driving and many turns. D : we are almost there M : just another half hour D : ok that's good M : Are you ready for your birth party? D : I think so, I don't know what to expect though but I'm curious and looking forward to seeing everyone again. M : I think the others are also curious about your progress. D : progress ? M : don't fool yourself Dennis, your progress as a cumdump, as a slut and acceptance of your true self. D : oh right yes. Yes the fever doesn't really help to think clearly. But I hope I will live up to the expectation. Because the last few weeks have been a revelation to me. M : I love to hear that. Feel free to tell further D : to be honest, I didn't know about myself that I'm a cock sucker and cumdump. But I am really incredibly grateful to Sam for seducing me and putting me on the right path like that. M : and what path is that my son. D : the path of a poz cumdump, whore and slut. M : should I not be driving I would take your cunt and shove you all over my fat cock like that. Dennis grinned. D : I could use your medicine otherwise daddy. If you want I'll suck you otherwise while you take me to the party. M : your proposal sounds tempting but I still want to save my seed for the party. M : but if you already really want to prove yourself as a slut, you may prepare hollow for later. D : with great pleasure Dennis placed his seat back and took off his pants his underwear was not necessary because he was wearing a jockstrap. He placed his feet on the dashboard and laid his backrest as flat as possible and searched his pussy with his hand. His once tight and exciting sphincter had now turned into a proudly open and hungry cunt. Without any effort he pushed his 2 fingers into his still dry cunt. He closed his eyes and with one hand he fingered his cunt and with his other hand he took hold of his hardening cock. It wasn't long before he got a slap on his hand and Michael pulled his hand away. M : I said prepare your hole, I didn't say you can play with your cock slut. Dennis was startled and opened his eyes and immediately pulled his hand away. Michael laughed and pulled his car over. Dennis looked quizzically at Michael as he got out. M : I can't trust you yet son, but don't worry I have my toolbox with me and will help you so you won't be tempted to squirt. He opened Dennis' Door, squeezed Dennis' stiff cock so it went limp again and put the penis cage around Dennis' limp slut cock and threw the lube and dildos on Dennis' belly. M : so, now we're sure you won't do something you shouldn't. D : thank you father. Michael started the car and drove back on while Dennis smeared his hungry pussy with lube and then pushed a dildo inside. Again he closed his eyes and began to moan lightly. Michael took his cell phone and made a video of Dennis while he was playing with himself and forwarded it in the Whatsapp group with the message : "He is ready because he couldn't control himself anymore. Hope you guys are ready." Jack saw his cell phone light up and saw the message from Michael. J : hey guys, check this out. Everyone in the Jacuzzi was watching the movie and although the mood was already starting to get good, the temperature was already going up. R : by the looks of it, his cunt is already well open. A : I can't wait to dump my first load in that hole T : let's reward him with a picture. They all sat down next to each other and pulled a group picture of their stiff cocks and also sent it in the whatsapp group : ''we are in happy anticipation to be able to start the his birth party.'' Sam also sent another message in the group @Michael: don't forget to give him the magic water so he is already a little in the mood when he gets here. We are outside in the tub you should just take him to the basement, set him up there and then come get us. Michael sent thumbs up. Michael took the bottle of getorade with a generous dose of G that he had already prepared and handed it to Dennis. M : drink up my son, it will help you get in the mood a little more. Dennis didn't have to be told this twice. He knew what was in the bottle and his body craved a new fix and eagerly drank the bottle. They were now about fifteen minutes from the cottage and Michael knew that the G would just start working as he prepared Dennis for the party. So the timing was perfect. While Dennis continued to play with the dildos. Michael was having all the trouble to concentrate fully on the road and every now and then he would take hold of the dildo that was in Dennis' hole and then push it in himself for a moment. Michael looked at his pants and saw that a wet spot was beginning to show where his mushroom was. Dennis started laughing. D : never thought I would do this to you, and that I would say sit but I desire your cock and your seed so much. M : hmmm, I had always hoped. You should know nights I pulled on my cock and fantasized about a moment like this. Dennis lay back down and took a thicker dildo and effortlessly pushed it in too and started moaning again. A few minutes later Michael stopped the car, he got out and took his grievance out of the trunk and opened Dennis' door. M : Step out my son. Are you ready. Dennis straightened his backrest back up and without further thought he got out. He was now standing in the driveway of the cottage wearing only a T-shirt and a jockstrap in which his penis cage was nicely visible. If anyone could have seen him standing there they would have had a nice view. As Dennis stood up, he also felt the first effects of the G taking over his system. D : It is strange to be back here. Last time I was here I was a virgin, negative and ignorant. This is the place where my new life started. M : right, the place of your transformation, corruption and birth. Michael put his bag on the floor, took hold of Dennis and began to kiss him firmly. With his hands he slid over Dennis' bare tight ass and squeezed his buttocks. Michael could hold him off for a moment and turned Dennis over and pushed him against the car and went through Dennis' butt crack with his hand and inserted a few fingers into his moist hole. He withdrew his fingers and then pushed his stiff cock against Dennis' ass. M: Look what you are causing. Throw you on the car and rape you hard here. D : hmmmm, oh yes Dennis enjoyed the hard and horny approach of Michael M : come we go inside the others will also want to start the festivities. Michael released Dennis, took his bag off the ground and took Dennis' hand and they stepped inside. Dennis began to feel the G more and more and his tongue began to hang out of his mouth and he could restrain himself less and less. As befits a real slut, he kept wanting to touch Michael's fat cock. M : restraining yourself for a while longer son. Michael put on Dennis 2 ankle straps and 2 wrist straps. He also put on Dennis light blue transparent panties with a biohazard symbol on his ass. He also took a pipe that was ready and started melting the crystals. M : Here son, let's get you already prepared for what is to come. Dennis didn't have to be told this twice and Michael handed him the pipe filled with the horny smoke. Dennis blew 4 big white clouds and felt himself being sucked more and more into lala land. Michael then put the pipe away, he blindfolded Dennis and attached him to the cross that stood in the middle of the room. He also took 2 large crystals and pushed them into Dennis' moist hole. Dennis knew what was about to happen and wanted to slide his hands over his body but he couldn't and as a result stood grinding against the cross like a much too horny whore. He felt how the crystals in his hole were dissolving and how his cunt began to burn even more and started moaning to be filled. M : how do you feel my son, are you ready for the other one D : hmm yes father, yes M : ok then I will get them Michael gave Dennis another pat on the ass and then left him alone in the basement. Dennis did not know what to do with his feelings and horniness and licked the crotch and stood with his body rubbing against the wood. When Michael came upstairs he went to the garden where the others were still in the Jacuzzi. S : ah you are here T : is the newborn ready for the party. M : it is ready for use in the basement J : has he been tested yet. M : no not yet Jack but I brought a self-test and wanted to test him with you later. A : that's nice of you. Because we do want to see proof of his transition of course N : haha yes that is true otherwise there is nothing to celebrate. M : come men let's not leave the party pig alone for too long because he will be fully ready now. The others stood up and took their ready towel and dried themselves off. Naked they went inside and into the heated basement. There they saw a moaning and crotch licking and rubbing Dennis standing there. They heard how Dennis was also moaning to be fucked. He kept saying fuck me, fill me and rape me. Everyone stayed as quiet as possible and gathered around him. Dennis who was completely in Lala land didn't notice anything and was in his own horny world. The others started pulling on their stiffening dicks at the sight of the horny scene. But it was Sam who treated Dennis to the first touch. Dennis felt a nip in the right jaw of his ass, not much later he also felt a nip in his left buttock and felt several hands going over his chest, back and through his hair. Dennis began to breathe heavier and more heavily, dropped his head back with his mouth open. Nick took the pre-cum from his glans with his fingers and inserted his wet finger into Dennis' open mouth who instantaneously tasted the taste of the heavenly nectar and finger. His lips clasped the finger and licked the finger clean with his tongue. N : hmmm yes slut lick that finger clean. Soon I will have your mouth well pumped with my toxic nectar. D : hmmmm yes, hmmm yes Dennis felt everyone caressing his body and several fingers penetrating his hole. He was now completely in seventh heaven. Dennis was detached from the crotch, he was fairly shaky on his legs due to the chems and was pushed into Jack's arms who gave him a firm tongue kiss. Dennis eagerly kissed back and then he was pushed into Andy's arms, it went on like that until last he ended up in Sam's arms. Dennis recognized the taste of Sam and kissed Sam even more firmly than the others. For Sam he had an extra crush because it was he who had introduced him to this blissful world. When he had kissed with everyone, Dennis was pushed to his knees and his blindfold was taken off. He felt prick in his finger and a drop of blood was put into a jar. Why he didn't know but he let it happen because the smell of all those horny stiff cocks tantalized his slut senses and he couldn't control himself anymore.He opened his mouth and took the first best cock he could grab and started sucking on it. He was cock heaven because in his mouth there was a cock, just as in both his hands there was a fat pole and as icing on the cake he felt several cocks rubbing against his face as well. It wasn't long before Dennis heard Sam say S: Let the party begin men, Michael has become the father of a Poz son. We have a new member in our fraternity. The test gives a positive result. The others let out a chuckle of yeah, Dennis heard and saw Sam give Michael a fat wink and high five.Dennis got a few caresses through his hair and Michael whispered in Dennis' ear. From now on you are forever my son. Dennis did realize what was happening around him and what was being said but at this moment only the sucking of the several around him was important. Dennis now again had Nick's thick black cock in his mouth and Nick was about to dump his first load of the evening. He took Dennis' head firmly and pushed his cock deep into Dennis' throat. The others were already amazed that Dennis' gag reflex was gone and looked approvingly at Michael. Ed gave Michael a pat on the back E : I see you have already trained him well. Nick could no longer hold back Dennis felt his mouth being pumped full of infected seed. Nick squirted 5 jets of hot seed into Dennis' mouth and then withdrew his still hard cock. Dennis did not swallow the seed immediately but enjoyed the taste sensation sprayed into his mouth for a moment. It was as if he was drinking a heavenly cocktail and wanted to keep the taste in his mouth. But he didn't get much time to enjoy the heavenly drink because Nick pulled him straight. N : no fear honey we all took a viagra, and we are all good for several servings of semen. This won't be your last dose you get from me. It made Nick even hornier and he took Dennis' head firmly now and kissed him firmly. Ed came between the two and started laughing E : not claiming our newborn for yourself hey Nick. We'll be here all weekend. Michael took the thermometer and quickly checked Dennis' temperature to make sure Dennis' fever wasn't starting to rise violently again. But everything remained in reassuring ranges. T : Indulge my hole slut, show that you have already learned that you can indulge a hole. Dennis' tongue went up and down along Tony's sphincter and Tony pushed his ass deeper onto Dennis' mouth so that his tongue penetrated his hole. T : You do that well slut, if you continue like that you might get to fuck me yourself one day. Tony's encouragement made Dennis try even harder and he heard how Tony enjoyed his lick turn. Rob pushed a pillow under Dennis's ass and pulled Dennis's ass open. Dennis' gaping hole now became visible to anyone who could see the ass. Everyone looked in admiration at Dennis' gaping den and again Michael received a few pats on the back for the good job he had done with the newborn. Rob buried his mouth in Dennis' den and began to lick his pussy vigorously. Dennis was now completely ecstatic. He felt Rob's tongue licking his hole and Rob's fingers sliding along the wall of his sphincter. Andy gave another crystal to Rob who effortlessly pushed it deep into Dennis' cave and while continuing to lick Dennis' sphincter. Tony stood up, gave a kiss to Dennis and made way for Sam who now offered his limp cock to Dennis. Dennis wanted to start sucking him stiff but Sam stopped him. S : my bladder needs to empty honey. Drink my chempiss and soon you will be on cloud nine Dennis' mouth was filled with the warm golden drink and without needing any further instructions he swallowed the heavenly nectar. He felt the golden drink slide down his gullet and fill his but. When the last drop had drained from Sam's cock, he began to suck the limp cock and felt Sam's cock begin to swell. Dennis felt his hole begin to burn again and moan to be filled. He began to beg to be fucked. S: what do you say there slut. Do you want to get fucked. A fat pole in your cunt you have to earn slut. Here you get nothing for nothing.If you want your hole filled you have to do something for it. D : tell me, tell me what I have to do to be filled with your fat cocks. The others looked at themselves and grinned at each other. N : ok slut, if you still want to be fucked by us, then promise here and now that you will put your den at the service of the brotherhood this year, that you will never refuse a cock or a load of seed.If you do that you may become a full member next year and elect a new member to the brotherhood and take on the fatherhood. M : what do you say to this my son. Dennis wanted nothing more than to join the fraternity, Dennis wanted to say yes but with Sam's cock stiffening in his mouth he couldn't and nodded affirmatively. S: good choice pal, Jack give our slut what he deserves. Jack took the place of Rob who was still licking Dennis' hole and slid his thick mushroom into Dennis' gaping opening. Dennis' sphincter gave no more resistance and let Jack slide his cock all the way in to deep inside his bowels. Dennis' hole was completely filled with Jack's cock, Dennis stopped sucking Sam's cock and began to moan lightly. He looked at the others and saw that Michael was giving Ed a blowjob that Sam was walking to a table of squirts and that Andy was preparing the sling. Now Rob came and offered his cock. Dennis eagerly opened his mouth and began licking Rob's mushroom with his tongue with horny eyes he watched Rob. Now he kissed Rob's glans and then sucked it in. With his tongue he licked at Rob's glans as he slid up and down the shaft with his drooling mouth. Meanwhile, Jack began to thrust more firmly into Dennis' hole. Jack's hard thrusts were a delight to Dennis' toxic drugged cunt. After a few minutes both Jack and Rob could no longer hold their loads both men began to moan heavily. R : get ready to swallow boy J : oh yes, and my load you get slut too Dennis tasted as Rob's cock began to discharge his load into his mouth.It was a warm sweet load of seed that he received in his mouth and at the same time he felt one last hard thrust from Jack and how his cock began to squirt strings of seed into his bowels. Dennis slowly swallowed the divine nectar and noticed his arm being pulled. It was Andy who pulled Dennis straight off the bed and guided him to the sling. It was only 2 meters steps to the sling but still it was far enough for a trail of Jack's seed to run out of Dennis's pussy. Dennis was placed in the sling and his ankles were latched so that he could let his legs hang down. Andy came to the level of his cunt and inserted his semi-hard cock into the seed-encrusted hole. Dennis felt how Andy was filling his bowels with his pee. He felt his belly getting warm from the chempiss and saw how Andy was enjoying this moment. When Andy finished and pulled his dick out Dennis wanted to be able to close his sphincter so the Chempiss could do its job but he had totally lost control of his sphincter and he felt most of the piss drain out along with the rest of Jack's seed. Dennis was disappointed that he couldn't hold back the piss but he didn't have long to be concerned about this because he felt a tourniquet being put around his arm and saw Sam stick a needle in his arm. He watched as the fluid turned red S : ready to fly baby D : yes, I want this so very much. Can I push in the plunger myself and catapult me into the stars and you can let me enjoy your fat cock in my pussy while I do. S : oh, baby your daddy didn't exaggerate. You have really found and embraced your true self. Here just push the syringe empty into your veins and enjoy your flight. Sam handed the syringe to Dennis and came to his cunt and inserted his stiff cock into Dennis' hole. Dennis felt his hole being filled and that was the signal to launch him to the stars. He pushed the red fluid through the needle into his veins. He felt the tickle in his throat and how Sam began to thrust into his hole. Dennis began to cough, his eyes turned away and he was now among the stars. D : harder, fuck me harder. Come on I know you can do it. Make my cunt bleed with that fat cock of yours. The others looked in admiration at the transformation Dennis had undergone and Michael handed a dildo to Sam. S : stick that in and make him scream with pleasure. D : yes Sam, fill my whore cunt Sam took the dildo and gently pushed it by his fat cock into the hole of Dennis who only now felt again how was that his sphincter was broken open. Dennis moaned heavily with pleasure. Sam set the pace and how hard Dennis was fucked. He challenged him by taking the dildo out all the way and then pushing it all the way back in at once. Dennis' thoughts were now focused on only one thing and that was his pussy and how blissful it felt to feel a cock in his ass. Michael came and sat next to Dennis while Sam was riding Dennis' ass. M : How do you feel my son. Is this the life you want to live from now on. D : oh father, yes this is what I want every day. I am so grateful to you for choosing me to make me a Poz cumdump and include me in your fraternity. S : we didn't make you a cumdump baby we just woke up your true self. D : oh Sam, thanks for waking me up. Will you be my godfather? Then I will be the best boy you can think of. I will come and ride your cock every week and let you fill me up with your delicious seed. Sam laughed loudly and pushed the dildo and his cock hard and deep into Dennis' hole. S : yes baby, if you want that then I will become your godfather. Are you ready for your birth present from your godfather. D : yes godfather, give me your toxic gift. Again Dennis felt his guts fill with seed. Sam could read the disappointment on Dennis' face and took the seed running out of Dennis' hole in his mouth and came up beside Dennis and then let it run out of his mouth and into Dennis' open mouth. Dennis pulled Sam's head toward him and began tonguing him vigorously. Now it was Ed's turn. Ed clicked Dennis' ankles loose and pulled him out of the sling and took him back to the bed. Ed lay down on his back and Dennis came down on Ed's cock. Dennis started riding Ed's cane like an accomplished cowboy Nick had regained his strength by now and also climbed onto the bed and pushed Dennis forward so that he was now flat on Ed's chest and he pushed his fat cock at that Ed. Both waited a moment longer to thrust so Dennis' cunt had time to adjust. Michael came back next to Dennis and had a pipe filled with crystals in his hand. M : here my son, suck on the pipe so you can continue to float among the stars for a while longer. Dennis sucked the horny fumes from the pipe and blew 3 big white clouds into the cleder. Ed and Nick felt Dennis' sphincter loosen up again and they both started thrusting deeper into Dennis' hole. Dennis cried out D : Fuck yeah, rape me. Stretch that cunt open with your fat cocks. Ed took hold of Dennis' head E : we will stretch your cunt open so that we can put our fists in it later. He placed his lips on Dennis' and the two began to kiss fiercely as Nick began to thrust more fiercely. Ed couldn't hold up his load anymore and let his seed flow into Dennis' pussy. Ed's seed caused Nick's fat dick to get extra natural lubricant and thus slid in smoother and deeper. Ed's dick became limp and fell out of Dennis' cunt but both were still kissing fiercely. Nick almost couldn't hold back for a second time he gave several firm slaps on Dennis' ass and took him firmly by the hips. He pushed his cock as deep as he could one last time and growled very loudly. Dennis again felt his ass fill up with seed. Michael pulled Dennis off Ed and they lay down on the bed together. S : come men let's leave the party pig and his father alone for a while so he can get some strength for the next round. Everyone went upstairs except Dennis and Michael D : is the party already over father M : it's anything but over. We have only started. But you are still in transition and the others want to give you some time to regain your strength. I think soon they will come down one by one for a one on one. Are you comfortable with that. D : hmmm yes and getting your strength up for a while certainly won't hurt. D : I haven't tasted your seed yet father. M : right my son, I waited until the moment we would be alone for a while. M : I wanted to be able to enjoy your open fucked and seed soaked cunt. D : hmmmm, are you proud of me father M : hmmm you don't want to know how proud I am of you my son. M : there is no greater whore son like you. Michael felt at the gaping and drenched cunt of Dennis. He stuck his 4 fingers deep into the gaping hole and felt there was even more room M : hmmmm your hole is begging to be fisted later son. M : would you like to ride your father's fist this weekend D : oh father, if you want you can fill me with your fist right now. Let me show you how happy I am to be your son. M : hmmmm, no darling. You may first taste the seed that created you because my balls are about to burst after seeing what you have become. M : on your mouth son so I can squirt my medicine in your mouth Dennis opened his mouth and Michael placed his cock at the level of Dennis' mouth and pulled his slightly purple looking stiff pole 2 more times and then squirted string after string of seed into Dennis' mouth. Dennis struggled to handle the influx of seed and almost choked. When Michael had finished squirting he fell down briefly on the bed. M : I'm going to check with the others upstairs about what we'll do later. You get some rest. D : Will do father but don't leave me alone for too long. Because I want to feel much more of your DNA flowing through my body. hope you found part 7 horny to read, part 8 will be for sometime next week

Sorry for the delays guys, work has been kicking my arse this week. Here's the next part. --------------- “So” said a big beefy guy covered in a quilt of tattoos, “are you going to be a good submissive cumslut for us, or do we need to gag you?” “Er, er, I’ll be good” I said, rather meekly. “Good boy” he said, “because we’re all knocking you up tonight whether you want it or not.” I stared at him for a moment. “I want it sir” I said quietly. I knew what the array of plus signs, biohazard symbols, scorpions and so on I could see inked on to their chests and arms probably meant, but somehow I was OK with it. The thought that I could get pozzed had crossed my mind a while back as I contemplated what I was becoming, but it didn’t scare me in the way I thought it should. Certainly not the way getting a girl pregnant had scared me into always playing safe with my previous partners. I actually found it a bit of a turn-on, in a butterflies-in-the-stomach kind of a nervous way. “Good boy” the big guy said. “Now tell us again what you want.” I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and then vocalised what was deep inside. “I want you all to fuck me sir. I want you to fill me with your loads. I want you to knock me up.” He looked at me with one eyebrow raised, but didn’t say anything. I realised he was waiting for a bit more. “Please breed me sir. Please.” He nodded, and then gestured to one of the others in the room to step up. A shorter guy of quite a stocky build with a shaved head who looked like he was Southern Europe somewhere stepped in between my legs. He didn’t make eye contact with me until he had lined his cock up with my hole and pushed it inside, and even then it was only a brief glance before he looked back down at where his dick met my rear end. He then started to fuck the brains out of me, far faster than I thought he would. My heart was going like the clappers as he fucked me, knowing that I was about to get my first poz load. I knew there’d be no turning back, that I would be firmly and finally transitioning into a complete cumdump, but I didn’t care. I think maybe my lottery win had started to make me feel a bit invincible or something. The stocky guy went at a fast pace throughout the fuck, but as he neared orgasm he sped up to a crazy speed, slamming in and out of me like nothing had before. I’m not even sure a pneumatic drill would have done to me what he was. Then he slammed in one final time, threw his head back and roared, spurting his toxic load into me. I felt myself yell out almost in relief, both at the power-fuck being over but also at the release of finally getting what deep down I now knew I wanted. “There you go boy” the big guy said, still the only one of them who had spoken. “You’ve taken his gift. Are you ready for the rest of us?” “Yes sir” I panted. Their gifts I got. At that point there were seven of them in the room, and they all took turns fucking and breeding me as I lay back in the sling. They were all pretty rough with me, but after the night I’d had my hole was sufficiently stretched and coated with cum that I could take it. After their first round, some of the guys fucked me again, but eventually they were all spent. The big guy then came over and unfasted my the clasps holding my wrists and ankles up on the chains, allowing me to lower my aching limbs and slowly stand up from the sling. Cum flooded down the inside of my legs and dripped on the floor below me. “You had enough boy, or do you want more?” he asked, putting his arm around me in a tender way I wasn’t expecting. “More” I said, now completely lost in the fucklust of getting gang-bred in this dingy basement. “Well OK then” he said, encouraging me to slowly walk out of the room. He guided me over to the other side of the room and had me stand in front of the padded bench. I took the opportunity to stretch my arms and legs a bit, before kneeling on the bench and lowering myself forward on to all fours. It was clearly designed for fucking, as there were supports for my legs, arms and torso. As it turned out, there were also clasps on the bench too, and before long I was secured down on it as I had been on the sling. I now had my bottom facing towards the doorway, and could only see the corner of the room ahead of me. What followed was something of pure fantasy for an emerging cumdump like myself. Without ever seeing any of them, guy after guy fucked me and planted his seed in my hole. A few of them grunted words at me, and a couple yelled comments about taking their dirty load as they came, but otherwise most were fairly quiet as they went about their business. I really don’t know how long I was there, but as the numbers of men breeding me started to dwindle I guessed that it must be getting pretty late. After a lull when no-one was at my rear end, I heard the familiar voice of the big guy from earlier. “Well my boy” he said, “I think that’s probably your lot for tonight. I’m going to give you one more load, and then we’ll get you cleaned up and into a taxi home.” “Thank you sir” I replied, right before his enormous cock began to work its way into me. He had definitely been my favourite fucker earlier on when I could see who was inside me, and despite the fact that my hole was definitely now quite sore, it was still nice to have him back up my channel fucking me. Throughout the fuck he gently goaded me with comments and observations about what I now was and what my life would be. I felt a sort of calm and serenity washing over me as he worked his way around inside my hole, thinking of my new-found financial and sexual freedom. I never needed to work again, I could go anywhere in the world I wanted and do pretty much anything, and after tonight I was also free to be the man I clearly was without fear and without remorse. He eventually flooded me for one last time, and then held in place inside me while he came down from the orgasm. He gently stroked my lower back and buttocks as his giant cock softened, before gently pulling out. He was gone for a moment, before I felt a pressure on my hole that wasn’t like any cock I’d had. Then something popped inside, and I realised he must have put a plug in me. He then released the clasps on my ankles before coming round the side of the bench to do the same with my wrists. He helped me up off the bench, and then turned me to face him. “How do you feel?” he asked, gently stroking the side of my face. “Tired” I whispered, “but satisfied.” “You did well tonight” he said. “I’ll be sure to tell Ben what a good little cumdump you were for us all.” “Thank you sir” I replied, smiling at him. “Now let’s get you cleaned up” he said, turning and putting his arm round me again. He walked me out of the room and down to the changing rooms, where with a huge amount of tenderness he proceeded to help wash me down in the showers. Several times he made sure the plug in my hole was secure and holding the loads inside, but as it was clearly going nowhere he eventually let it be. Once I was washed, he helped me dry my aching body and then I got dressed into the tracksuit I’d worn the night before. I pulled my phone out and had a look at the time, shocked to see it was nearly 5am. “Blimey” I said, realising how many hours I’d spent getting fucked. “This won’t be your first all-nighter” the big guy said, grinning at me. “Cumdumps like you eventually sleep all day and ride all night. It’s in your nature.” I wasn’t sure I liked the sound of that as a lifestyle, but nodded at him anyway. Then we headed upstairs and out into the dawn where two taxis were waiting. Before he got into his he handed me a business card with another mobile number handwritten on the back, and then he was gone. I watched his taxi drive off, and then climbed into mine. I gave the driver my address, and then just as we pulled away I booted up Google Maps and put a pin in my current location, not wanting to lose the opportunity to come back here again. I then sat back, closed my eyes and thought about the start of the night when Rob had said the rest of my life was beginning there and then. I realised he was right, but I’d had no inclination of just what a change was coming. Involuntarily I found myself smiling, then opened my eyes to watch the waking world go by outside.

Knowing that I was probably going to be getting a right workover that night, I spent my time waiting for Ben by lubing and loosening my hole as best I could. I retrieved a rather large carrot from the fridge, peeled it and then put it in some warm water for a while before working it into my arse, and once I was used to that I had a go with half a cucumber. By the time I was done I was pretty loose, and had squirted quite a bit of lube up there in the process. Ben turned up shortly after 7pm, dressed in a tracksuit and carrying a sports bag. After I let him in he set the bag down on the coffee table, stood and looked at me for a moment, and then sat down on the sofa to start unloading the bag. A few minutes later and I was standing there with a really fat padded leather collar round my neck, matching wrist and ankle restraints, and a wide leather harness tightly gripping my chest and shoulders. “Right” he said, “that’ll do. Now, put this on.” He handed me a loose tracksuit, which I put on over the leather accessories. He then pulled out a big pair of leather boots and told me to put them on, allowing me to go and get some socks to go underneath them. We had to adjust the ankle restraints to their loosest so they would sit just above the top of the boots, before zipping up the bottom of the tracksuit legs to cover them. Once I was dressed and ready we headed out, getting an Uber for quite some time. I realised we must be somewhere in northwest London, perhaps near Kilburn, but I wasn’t sure as I hadn’t seen any tube stations or other landmarks to identify the area. Ben had made me leave my mobile at home, and from where I was sitting I couldn’t see the driver’s satnav. We pulled up in an area of dark and deserted buildings that looked like warehouses, some of which had broken windows and barbed wire round the fences. The driver checked we were sure we were where we wanted to be, which Ben acknowledged before we got out. He led me round the corner and in between some buildings, and then round another corner I saw some men up ahead hanging around outside a door smoking. We passed in between them to get to the door, all of them giving me looks as I went through that ranged from smirks to leers. Once inside we made our way along a corridor, and then right into a surprisingly clean and well-lit room where there were benches, lockers and an adjoining set of showers. Ben then had me strip out of the tracksuit, before he did the same with his. Underneath he was wearing a similar get-up to me, with the addition of some leather armbands but without a collar like mine. “OK” he said, taking my hand, “let’s get you downstairs.” He led me out of the changing room and through a doorway opposite, through which was a staircase that went down between red-painted walls. At the bottom we went through a curtain, and emerged into a full-blown sex club. There was a large area with a bar, and I could see several rooms off at the sides and far end. There were only a few guys there standing at the bar, and I quickly realised they were Mitch, Rob, Gavin and some of the others from work. “Here he is!” said Rob, smiling broadly at me. I smiled back at him, and looked around at the others. “Hey guys” I said. “You ready?” asked Mitch. “Er, I guess” I said, “but I’m not sure for what.” “The rest of your life” said Rob, winking at me. I smiled nervously at him, and was grateful when Gavin handed me a beer. I took a few swigs and began to relax, despite everyone else except Ben being dressed in normal casual clothes while I was there in a leather fetish outfit. I managed to join in the conversations, and eventually had sunk two beers and a couple of cocktails. “Right” said Ben, “let’s get on with this. Is the room ready?” he asked Rob. “Yep, got the big one down the end” he replied. They all then set off down to the far end of the bar room, milling around me and encouraging me forward as they did. We went through a door into another corridor, and then at the end turned left through an arch into a fairly large room. In the middle was a sling attached to hooks on the ceiling, and over at the side was some kind of padded bench. There were a few seats around the room, a couple of bottles of lube on the floor, but that was otherwise all there was to it. “OK my boy” said Ben, taking my hand and leading me to the sling, “let’s get you settled.” He encouraged me to turn around, plant my buttocks on the end of the sling and then lie backwards in to it. I shuffled a bit once in position, and then he hoisted my legs up into the air. He put my boots through some hoops, and then attached the ankle restraints to the chains with a couple of clasps. He then made his way to the other end, raising my arms and attaching the wrist restraints to the chains in the same way. “Fuck me, his hole is gaping” said Lucas. “You already fucked him?” he asked Ben. “Not for a few hours” he replied, before turning to me. “You been working on yourself?” “Er, yeah, just some things from the fridge” I said, blushing. Ben smiled. “Awesome” he said, “that means no waiting around.” With that, he lubed himself up and then pushed into me, starting a fast and furious fuck almost immediately. I don’t know how long I lay there with my former colleagues using me, but they all bred me at least twice. I was completely helpless with my wrists and ankles restrained on the chains, so I just took the fuckings without protest. Eventually the guys tired out, and started to zip up their trousers and put their tops back on. Each of them came over and gave my arse a playful slap before leaving, so that I was finally left alone with just Ben. “So” he said, smiling at me, “did you enjoy your leaving do?” “Yes sir” I said, smiling. “Good” he replied. “Now I think it’s time for the second part of your night.” I looked at him quizzically, and then he turned and left the room. He was gone for a few minutes, leaving me prone in the sling to contemplate what he had lined up for me next. Then he eventually reappeared, with a few guys I didn’t know following him. “Gentlemen, here he is” he announced. “He’s well-loaded already, so just enjoy yourselves.” He then came over to me and stood beside the sling, putting his hand on the top of my head and stroking my hair while he looked down at me with a slightly sad-looking smile on his face. “Boy, it’s time for you to become who I think you really are” he said, “so you can enjoy the rest of your life free of inhibitions.” “What?” I asked. “Don’t hate me” he finished, before leaning down and kissing my lips. Then he was gone, and I was alone with a roomful of men leering at me and my gaping hole. It was then that I noticed their tattoos...

The next morning I was awoken by Ben pushing his rod into me. It was dry and hurt, so I reached out and grabbed the tube of lube from the bedside table in front of me. Applying some to my hands I quickly reached back and rubbed some on his dick, before sticking my fingers in to my hole to try to relax and lube them. Ben allowed this for a few seconds, before swatting my hand away and pushing his dick in. This time he managed to sink it fully inside me, and although it hurt I put up no further protest. I lay on my side and he fucked me until he blew a third load into my hole, before he pulled out, got off the bed and headed into the shower. I heard him lock the bathroom door, so I guess he didn’t want company. We didn’t say anything to each other until we were standing waiting for the lift, both washed and dressed for the day. “You sore?” he asked, a little gruffly. “Yes” I said, continuing to stare up at the LED display to see the lift approaching our floor, “but I’ll live.” We met Mitch and Rob down at breakfast, where they had already been for a while. Ben sat down and waited for a coffee to arrive, but I was hungry so asked Rob to order a cappuccino for me while I went to the buffet. Coming back with a plate of food I saw Rob and Mitch looking at me quizzically, slightly smiling. I tried to avoid their gaze, wondering why the sudden attention my way, but when I was seated, had put my napkin on my lap and picked up my cutlery, the two of them were still staring at me. Ben, meanwhile, was checking his phone but had a smirk on his face. “So” I said, blushing a bit, “how was your night?” “It was good” said Mitch, still smirking. “Er, great” I said, forcing a smile at him. At this point he looked away, but the smile didn’t go. I was now convinced that Ben had told them what had happened last night. “So” said Ben, breaking an uncomfortable silence that had then ensued. “We all know what the plan is for today?” With that, and to my relief, conversation turned to work. There was a lot to do, and I was able to focus on the job at hand for most of the day, only really being brought back to reality when I sat down without care and realised how tender my thrice-fucked arse was. We worked all through the day, eating lunch during a meeting so as not to waste time, and it wasn’t until gone 7pm that we finished. A few of the people we had been working with took us to a nearby bar for some drinks, and we once again ended up having tapas for dinner rather than staying out to go to a restaurant at the late hour the locals tended to eat. We then walked back to the hotel, taking in the vibrancy of the city after dark. No-one suggested stopping for a drink anywhere as I thought they would, and indeed no-one was really talking. I was feeling pretty self-conscious after the weirdness at breakfast, so kept my trap shut too. Back at the hotel we piled into the lift in silence, and then Rob and Mitch got off at the third floor without even a ‘goodnight’. Ben and I then continued on up to level five, and headed to our room. “Bathroom” Ben said gruffly as I closed the bedroom door. “Sorry?” “Get in the bathroom” he commanded. I stood and stared at him for a moment, and then found myself complying. I walked into the bathroom, with him following close behind. Once inside, he pushed me towards the sink and bent me over, my silk tie resting on the taps. He then reached around my front and undid my trousers, pushing them and my trunks down to my knees. I watched in the mirror as he then undid his own trousers and pushed them down a bit, reached into one of the pockets and pulled out a sachet of lube, ripped it open with his teeth and then I felt it squirting between my arsecheeks. Seconds later his cock was against my tightened hole, and I did the best I could to allow him access as he pushed in. However, he had not rimmed or fingered me at all, and it hurt like a bitch. I yelled out as he popped in. “Shut up!” he said, pushing himself the rest of the way in. Then, without any pausing to let me get used to the invasion, he started fucking me deep and hard. I know I had my eyes squeezed shut at first, but in time I opened them again and looked in the mirror. As much as it hurt, it was a hell of a turn-on to see both Ben and I fully dressed in business suits, but with him fucking the daylight out of me. He didn’t last long before he bred me, and then ripped his cock from my hole. “Get undressed and get on the bed” he commanded, as he pulled me up and pushed me out the door. He then shut and locked the door to do, well, I don’t know what. I stood in shocked amazement for a bit, and then started to get my jacket, tie and shirt off. I removed my watch and chucked it on my bed, then sat on the end of his to get fully naked. I paused again, and then climbed up on to the bed and positioned myself on all fours. While I waited I remembered the tube of lube from this morning, so crawled over and retrieved it from the drawer. I applied some to my fingers and then reached back to work it into my hole, trying to stretch myself a bit. Ben’s dick had already done a number on me back there, but it had hurt throughout so I wanted to get a bit more relaxed if he was going to fuck me again. Ben came back out of the bathroom, and our eyes met as I looked back over my shoulder at him. “On all fours” he said, before going towards the bedroom door. I heard him open it, not knowing what the fuck was going on, but when I then heard the clear sounds of more than Ben walking into the room everything fell into place for me. “Fuck” I heard Mitch say, “you weren’t joking!” “Is he ready?” asked Rob. “Slut’s all yours” replied Ben. “Just bred him, so he’s good to go.” Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck. That’s pretty much where my head was at. I looked back at them as they stripped out of their clothes, not quite believing what was about to happen to me. But I didn’t protest. I don’t know why, but I didn’t protest. Rob went first, stepping up to my rear end and slapping me with his cock a few times. He saw the tube of lube next to me and grabbed it, applying some to his cock for which I was grateful. He then pushed against my hole and slipped inside, and I was pleased to find that he didn’t have the girth of Ben. He was much longer though, and as he went deeper inside I found myself moaning as new parts of me were opened up. “He loves it” said Mitch, who then came round to the other end of the bed. He kneeled on the mattress and shuffled forward, presenting his erect dick to my face. Without a great deal of choice in the matter, I opened my mouth and allowed him to push inside. And so it was that my first spitroasting began. Rob got himself fully buried, and then began to piston in and out of my recently-virgin hole, while Mitch set up a rhythm in my mouth. Somehow I managed to swallow his cock without gagging, and so my throat got deflowered by Mitch as Ben had done to my arse the day before. The two of them started thrusting in sync, so that I was getting reamed at both ends in tandem. I have to admit, even though my mind was screaming, it felt amazing. I relaxed into it, letting the two guys use my holes. In time, they swapped places, and I got to savour the various tastes now coating Rob’s cock as he thrust it in and out of my throat, while Mitch took over the reins at the back end. They swapped back once more before Rob blew his load in my arse, and then Mitch went back there and hammered me for a bit longer until he too had bred me. Ben took over at this point, ramming into me and dumping another load. By that point Rob was back in gear so he gave me another fucking, and then Mitch added his second load of goop to my overflowing hole. They rested for a while on my bed, cracking open some beers it appeared the other guys had brought with them, and I turned over an lay on my back trying to recover. None of them spoke to me at all, just chatting between them about what a good hole I was, how I compared to the girls or guys they fucked back home, and how many loads they thought they could get up me before we went back to London. They were clearly trying to themselves aroused again while my holes lay unused, and it worked. Still lying on my back, I then took one more load from each of them with my legs up on their shoulders, before they called it a night. Rob and Mitch threw on their trousers and shirts and headed off, while Ben climbed in to my bed. I lay on his for a bit longer, and then sat up and looked over at him. “Should I get in with you?” I asked softly, the first time I had spoken in a long while. He didn’t respond, but just threw back the covers. I climbed in turned around and rested back against him on my side. I could feel his cock was hardening again, so reached back and took hold of it. I briefly rubbed it, and then guided it back into my gaping hole. Ben let out a moan of appreciation, and threw his arm over me to hug me in. Sleep then took us both, with him buried to the hilt inside me.

Anyone experienced at hotel hosting avoids the staff problem relatively easily. Cleaning staff do not service rooms at random times; they do so during the period between the posted time for checkout and checkin, when rooms that have been vacated are not yet occupied and must be prepared for the next guests. Servicing of rooms occupied by guests staying multiple days can be avoided with a bit of observation. When the staff cart is seen outside the doors, or one hears knocks on adjacent doors followed by “Housekeeping”, one knows to suspend activity until it has passed. You can proactively head the problem off in two ways - either approach the staff member and tell them that you will not require service in your room that day, or simply leave the “Do Not Disturb” sign hanging on the doorknob. That’s what it’s for. Getting caught by the cleaning staff strikes me as a problem of someone inexperienced, careless, or with a foolish fetish that can get them evicted. It’s worth noting, additionally, that increasingly, lower-end establishments are cutting costs by providing housekeeping service to occupied rooms only on request, and this policy is usually posted somewhere in the room such as on a card in the bathroom. This also means that you have to be conservative in your use of your towels, because you won’t get fresh ones without a call to staff. Another unforced error: Setting off the smoke alarms. Why? Why? Hotels bend over backwards telling you the room is non-smoking, fines, the whole thing, yet imbeciles insist on either ignoring or attempting to defeat or tamper with the smoke alarm. (No, Mr. Top, you may not light your joint in my hotel room. Go do that outside, if you must. My ass isn’t going anywhere.) Now, a certain amount of common-sense discretion is in order when you’re cumdumping at a general public hotel, however seedy. Fantasies aside, most people aren’t actually interested in seeing us getting assfucked, and many may be genuinely offended and consider it obscene. Worse, a child might be exposed to it. So we should take reasonable care not to make what we’re doing so obvious that management has no choice but to intervene. We keep the curtains closed, because this isn’t Amsterdam and we can’t advertise our ass like it’s a shop window. I have had two experiences in which Tops flagrantly did not consider this: In one instance, the Top opened the curtains fully, positioned me specifically for view, and began skullfucking. In the second, the Top came in, left the door standing wide open to the outside, and rough-fucked me to completion before he walked out, leaving the door wide open and me in full view, fucked and dripping. Both rooms were ground floor. Anyone could have walked by at any moment. I have no idea whether anyone did, but I felt extremely exposed. (And no, I couldn’t have insisted they close the window or door, because that was clearly their fetish, and it would have significantly marred their sexual pleasure had I done so, the exact opposite of what I’m for.)

Definitely late to this but had my first time last year. Just finished a suck and fuck session with my fuckbuddy and they called me into the bathroom, I was totally unaware of what they had in mind at the time. They told me to get in their bathtub on my knees, and I obediently did so. They turned to me with their dick in hand and started to piss on me. I opened my mouth to take as much as I could swallowed and repeated until they finished pissing. I went home happy. sadly there hasn’t been a second time but I’m hopeful

So began my new work routine. Someone would find a way to have me leave for a longer lunch than normal, usually dressed up either as a working lunch or an offsite meeting. I would then find myself in the disabled loo three floors up, getting my arse and throat reamed out by a whole host of men who would all dump their sticky goo inside my holes. I never asked who anyone was, nor acknowledged what we’d been up to with any of them that I knew when we were dealing with the firm’s business later on. In time, I was having sessions at which none of the gang from the Barcelona trip were present, even though that prospect had initially unnerved me. Things started to go up a gear when additional sessions before or after the working day started to be added to the equation. Ben always initiated those, especially after another project he was working on began to eat away at his ability to join us for the lunchtime gangbangs. He would use the online communicator to tell me to stay behind a bit late of an evening, or I would get texts while at home with Rachel telling me to be in an hour before normal. Gavin, too, started using these routes to get more time from me, such that I would regularly find myself in at 7.30am for one of them and still hanging around past 7pm for the other. Saturdays even started to come into play, with phantom meetings or working group sessions being set up for me in the office when in fact I would just be getting reamed out again. On those occasions, as the only people in for the day, I would usually get bred on our own floor to up the ante somewhat. Whoever it was and whenever it was that I was summoned for a breeding, I always complied. All of this began to take its toll at home, as the amount of time I spent there with Rachel gradually diminished. I felt for her, I really did, but I just wasn’t in it any more. I knew I had morphed into a true office cumdump bitch, and was increasingly comfortable and happy about that, so trying to act out as someone I wasn’t any longer at home was getting harder and harder. Eventually the inevitable happened and she left, moving to Clapham to take up the spare room of a friend of hers who had recently also split from her boyfriend. I was sad about the way things had ended between us as I did really like her as a person, but truthfully I was just glad to be free of one more potential barrier to my true slutty nature. With Rachel gone, I started to get home visits from guys at the office who lived within reach, most of whom would cover the excursion from their wives, girlfriends, boyfriends or whoever as being a trip to the gym. I suppose there was an element of truth in that, given they gave themselves a decent workout when fucking me senseless. What it meant was that the whole weekend was now open for me to get bred by my colleagues, and with eleven of them now taking advantage of what I had to offer, not a day went by without me taking at least three loads. ------- The next big change came six weeks after Rachel and I broke up. It was a Saturday morning, and I woke up quite early with plans to go for a jog before Ben came over. I was quite excited about the visit this morning, as he’d finally decided to bring one of his own fuckbuddies over to have a go with my arse and as such I was going to get a breeding from someone who I didn’t work with for the first time. I’d done my teeth and got dressed into my jogging gear, but then picked up my phone to check my messages. That’s when I noticed I had texts and emails from the National Lottery, which peaked my interest. Whenever I’d won two pounds before I would just get an email telling me to log in to my account for some news about my ticket, but this time there were many more messages and I saw the word ‘jackpot’ for the first time. I didn’t go jogging. Instead I spent the morning staring blankly at my emails and the lottery website, trying to take in what I was being told. EuroMillions. One hundred and forty million pounds. Sole winner. Even when I phoned in and went through dozens of questions to confirm things, I still couldn’t take it in when the lady confirmed I would be getting that much money in to my bank account in the next few days. Ben and his friend Frank arrived late morning, and I calmly allowed them to fuck me for a few hours without really engaging. Ben could probably tell something was up, but he didn’t let on and just enjoyed spitroasting me with Frank. They even double-fucked me without breaking me out of my near trance-like state, which Frank interpreted to mean I was just such a slut I had gone in to a cum-driven high. I was happy to let him believe that, as it just seemed to spur him on to fuck me harder and thus cum faster. When they eventually left they had each dumped four loads in my throat or arse. I was a bit more with it on the Sunday, so was able to engage a bit more effectively when Lucas from HR came round in the morning to breed me, and also when Vikesh from Ben’s other project stopped by in the afternoon to fill me with seed. The following week I went through the motions at work and in the toilets, still a bit disbelieving that I was suddenly that wealthy. However, when Thursday evening came round and I got home at 9pm after a particularly heavy session with Gavin and his assistant James, I finally got the nerve to log in to my HSBC account. Sure enough, the money was there. I was fucking loaded, in every sense of the word. ------- I started dealing with what had happened by calling Rachel. It was nice to speak to her actually, and she agreed to meet me for a coffee. When I told her that I was giving her seventy million pounds she assumed I was telling some kind of weird joke she didn’t understand, but eventually she started to believe when I explained my reasoning. We had been together when I had bought my rolling EuroMillions ticket, it had kind of been her idea but I had been the one to actually register the account and make the purchase, I had picked her birthday as some of the numbers, and all in all I wanted to make sure she got what I felt she deserved. I then apologised to her for the way things had gone between us, and told her I hoped that we could still be friends. Unsurprisingly, with me having volunteered up a share of an absolute fortune that she would not otherwise have known about and certainly wasn’t entitled to, she forgave me for all that had gone before and we have remained quite close ever since. My next step was to quit my job. As much as I enjoyed working there, I didn’t need the money and, to be honest, having to do 40 hours of actual work a week was starting to cramp my style as a true cumslut. The guys would still be welcome to breed me whenever they wished, and I would be happy to stop by the office for trips to the disabled loos if they wanted me to at lunchtimes, but I didn’t want the hassle of having to pretend like I was this high-flying ambitious guy who wanted to climb the career ladder. I worked some of my notice period, and then took my outstanding annual leave for the rest of it so that I could bring my time in the office to an end. I was thrown a leaving party by my team and the others on the floor, and we all went out for drinks at a nearby pub afterwards. As it was a Friday night it was really busy in there, so there weren’t any trips to the loos with Ben, Mitch or any of the others to get my arse the seeing to it needed. However, at the end of the night Ben took me back to my flat, and for the first he stayed over in my bed, fucking me several times before we both got up mid-morning on the Saturday. “So, Mr Wealthy Slutbags” he said as he sat down at the kitchen table, “what do you have planned now?” “Househunting” I replied, as I poured us both a coffee. “Well, that sounds like a daytime activity” he said. “Does that mean you’re free tonight?” “I am indeed” I said, smiling. “Good boy” he said. “In that case, a few of us guys want to give you the send-off you deserve.” “Oh?” I said, cocking an eyebrow as I walked over with our coffees. “It’s a surprise” he said, taking the cup out of my hand and then having a sip. “I’ll be back later to pick you up.” “What time?” “Whenever I feel like it” he replied, giving me a bit of a glare. “Oh, er, yes, sir, of course” I stammered, surprised at how we had switched from pleasant chatting to our normal dominant-submissive relationship. He winked at me. “Just kidding boy” he said. “But seriously, be ready and cleaned out from 5 o’clock and I’ll be here at some point after that.” I breathed out in relief at his warmer tone. “OK, I will be” I replied, “sir”. He smiled at me as I added the last word after a short pause. “What should I wear?” I asked. “Jockstrap” he said. “I’ll bring the rest.” “Oh” I said, suddenly understanding that this was not going to be night out drinking or clubbing with the guys. “OK sir.” With that, the conversation switched back to what I was now going to do with my life. We talked about where I would look to live, where I wanted to travel, the things I would buy, and the people in my life I would take care of. He never once made even the remotest suggestion that I should include him in any of that, and actually gave me some really good advice about how to dish out my winnings to my loved ones without causing offence or creating rifts between everyone. It was then that I decided he would be a beneficiary, once I’d figured out the perfect gift to give him. Ben left later that morning, and I spent the day registering with various high-end property consultants so that I could arrange some meetings the following week and start my search. I spoke to my parents, read a heartwarming and unexpected email from Rachel’s mum, and also got on to a few other websites to begin splashing out on things I’d always wanted to own. Then, later on, I headed for the bathroom and began a really deep clean, getting myself all washed out inside, shaving my chest, having a good shower, and then sorting out my hair. I then selected my favourite black jockstrap and put it on, doused myself in the Armani fragrance I loved, and then made my way downstairs to wait for Ben. Whatever the night held in store, I was ready and eager to find out.

Thanks for the feedback guys. Here's the next chapter. Jay ------- The next morning I woke up to the pressure of Ben fucking me from behind, and knew that his cock had probably been buried inside all night as we were still in the same position. It felt really good to start the day like this, and I was quite happy that he was taking his time. Still, all good things must come to an end, and he eventually filled me with his load. What surprised me this time though was that he nuzzled his face into my neck afterwards, letting his cock soften inside me before he eventually pulled out and got up. The guys were actually quite cool at breakfast, treating me like normal with none of the weirdness from the day before. I guess with the cat out of the bag and their cum up my arse, there didn’t need to be any pretences. We all chatted about the final day of the project and what we needed to achieve, before setting off for the client’s offices to get started. It was another heck of a day, and by the evening none of us really felt like going out drinking again. Instead we went back to the hotel and had some bar food with a drink, before heading upstairs. This time Mitch and Rob just came straight to our room, and it wasn’t long before I was filled with cock again. No-one had as much energy as the night before so I only got two loads from each of them, and then of course Ben’s cock up my hole for the night once again. In the morning he chose to breed me in the shower before we packed up our things, went down for breakfast and then checked out. We did a few more hours at the client’s offices, and then headed to the airport. Rob and Mitch were both going to Gatwick and departed an hour the Heathrow flight Ben and I were on, so the two of us had a bit of time to kill. In the past that would have meant some shopping, maybe a coffee, probably a bit of watching the planes through the window, but it may not come as a surprise that on this occasion I instead found myself kneeling on the seat of a toilet, trousers hung on the door, and Ben’s cock up inside my hole again. It was quite a turn-on to be getting fucked while other guys used the urinals and lavatories around us, even if it did mean that Ben had to keep stopping his deep thrusting and instead switch to very gentle movements in and out so that we would not be heard. On the flight home I tried to relax a bit, not moving too much so as not to dislodge the wad of tissues shoved in my hole to keep Ben’s cum inside. He had made it clear he wanted to bookend the flight by using me again in the loos at Heathrow, and it would be a lot easier to get inside me without any unwanted squeals of pain if I was already lubed with his load. Hoping that no-one could smell what was inside me I did my best to act normal on the plane, but my levels of paranoia were raised somewhat as one of the male flight attendants kept glancing at me as he passed. I think I even saw him smirk at one point. Sure enough, the toilets at the far end of the baggage hall saw what may have been their first male-on-male breeding after we landed, with Ben thrusting me up against the wall in one of the wider disabled-access cubicles and ramming me senseless. Once he’d bred me for the umpteenth time he cleaned himself up, stuffed the tissues back into my crevice, and then made for the door. “See you in the office” he said with a wink, before ducking out. I dived for the door and re-locked it, then got myself sorted out. With a combination of tissues, spit and some water from the bottle I’d bought at Barcelona Airport, I managed to get my rear end cleaned out so that I had the best chance of not accidentally revealing to Rachel what had happened to me when I got home. Satisfied that both my body and my clothes were clear of any evidence, I then made my own way out of the bathroom, through customs and onwards to the tube. ------- To say things had been awkward at home is putting it mildly. I thought I’d be fine, but in truth I could barely make eye contact with Rachel all evening and she eventually went off to bed without me in a huff. Maybe she suspected I had been up to something while away in Barcelona, but I would bet my life that she would never have guessed just what that something actually was. I knew she was awake when I finally joined her in bed later on, as no-one who is asleep can turn their back on their partner so angrily. I tried my best the next morning and I think managed to make up for the night before, coming up with some cock-and-bull story about things not going so well in Barcelona and being a bit stressed about what that may mean for me back at the firm. Not sure she bought it, but it was enough to enable her to say ‘goodbye’ as she set off for work. I then tried to gather my shit before heading out the door too. Things seemed normal in the office, and my scrutiny of everything that was said to me, how people looked at me, jokes I heard being told elsewhere etc. gave me some solace as it would appear the other three hadn’t said anything to anyone else. Ben and Mitch were both wrapped up in meetings most of the morning so I didn’t see them, whilst Rob gave up nothing when he talked to me briefly. It was almost like it had never happened, until he gave a quick wink before walking off when we had met at the coffee station. I was just starting to think of going for lunch when I saw a group of men and women come out of the biggest conference room at the other end of the office. Ben and Mitch were amongst them, and I watched as everyone chatted for a bit before dispersing. Eventually Ben was striding down the office towards me, and I looked down to avoid eye contact. However, when he stopped next to my desk I had no choice but to look up at him. “Jake, come have lunch with me” he said, smiling. “I want to catch up on where we left things with Barcelona.” I stared up at him for a moment and then nodded. I locked my computer, grabbed my bag from under the table and then stood up and followed him as he walked towards the lift lobby. As we went through the doors to the lifts I finally spoke. “Are we really going to lunch?” He smiled and turned his head. “Of course not.” With that, he walked past the lifts and opened the door into the stairwell. He then started bounding up the stairs, and I hurried after him. We went up three floors, well into the unoccupied part of the building. “This should do” he said, going through one of the doors to where the toilets were. He then opened the door to the disabled toilet, holding it open for me to go in. He then followed me in, closing the door and putting the latch down to lock it. “There” he said, smiling, “now the only people who should disturb us are the ones I’ve invited to come and join us.” “H-h-how many?” I stammered. “We’ll see” he replied. “Mitch and Rob, obviously. Plus my boss.” “Gavin’s going to fuck me?!” I squealed. “Probably” he said, smirking, “or he might just want a blowjob.” I gaped at him, then looked down at the floor suddenly realising what my life was going to become. “Let’s get started” Ben eventually said. “Get your clothes off and hang them on the door. You’ve got a meeting at three and I don’t want you covered in cum.” I complied, realising that he’d planned this out to the extent of even checking when I needed to be back at my desk. Lunch was normally only 45 minutes, but as he’d made a show of saying we were going to be discussing the Barcelona project he could basically keep me here as long as he wanted. Once I was down to my underpants, I waited for my next instruction. “Good” he said, eyeing me up and down. “Now, tell me what you want.” “I’m sorry?” “Tell me what you want.” “Oh” I said. “Oh, right. Er, well, sir, I want you to fuck me.” “Good boy” he said, now smiling. “But first I think you should get me ready.” He then held his dick and looked down at it. Knowing what was required, I dropped to my knees, shuffled forward on the cold tiles and started to lick and suck his cock. I kept this up until he was breathing deeply, and then I decided to take a bit of control of the situation. I stood up, and looked up at him. “You’re ready” I said. “Please fuck me.” He smirked, and then spun me round. I bent over the toilet, rested my hands on the closed lid, and waited. He then suddenly appeared next to me, and bent over to retrieve a bottle that was hidden down the side of the toilet. Oh my god, he had planned this out so much he’d even stashed some lube here earlier. He disappeared from view, and I heard the squirting sound as he applied some to his fingers. A second later I flinched as I felt the coldness against my arse, and he then pushed a lubed finger in. Initially I was pleased that he was going to open me up, but then the finger was suddenly removed and he took up position behind me. Oh well, this was going to be a bit of a rough entry. He firmly pushed himself inside of me, and then slid the entire length in. It hurt, there’s no denying that, but I also felt a wave of euphoria sweep over me as I was penetrated again. “There you go boy” he said rather gruffly, holding still once fully buried, “now you’re back where you should be.” He then started to fuck, thrusting in and out of my hole as I relaxed into it and loosened up. His pounding was steady and felt fucking awesome, but after a while we were interrupted by what seemed to be a coded knock on the door. He swiftly yanked his cock from me, stepped back and flipped the latch on the door, and then returned to his position and rammed back inside of me as the door was opened. With my back to the door I couldn’t see who had come in, but from the steps and shuffling it was definitely more than one person. For some reason I chose not to look around, continuing to stare in front of me as Ben’s cock sawed away inside my guts. He eventually sped up, grunted loudly and blew his load, filling me with a huge quantity of his seed. He got his breath back and then withdrew, and in a matter of seconds I felt another cock being pushed in. Once again I was fucked, but this time I didn’t know who by even though it probably had to be Mitch, Rob or our department’s head, Gavin. I tried to decide if I thought the rock hard cock barrelling away inside me was familiar or not, but wasn’t sure. In just a few minutes the guy inside me blew his load and bred me, and then another stepped up. During that fuck there was another coded knock at the door, but this time I couldn’t tell if just one person had come in or more than that. It occurred to me that Ben had left it rather open as to whether it was just going to be him and the three others he mentioned breeding me that day, so it was quite possible some other guys were there. Despite my curiosity peaking, I still didn’t look round. In all, I was fucked seven times and took all of their loads up my arse. Then, when I sensed it was over, I straightened up and breathed deeply, feeling the cum running down my legs. I then slowly turned around to see who else was in the rather crowded disabled loo with me. Ben. Mitch. Rob. Yep, Gavin was there. Fuck. But who the hell were the other three? “Thanks mate” one of the strangers said, smiling at me. Whoever he was, he was cute. Man, I was thinking a guy was cute. “He doesn’t need to be thanked” said Ben, rather sternly. “Isn’t that right boy?” I blinked at him, before nodding. “Yes sir” I said, before looking round the room. “Thank you for breeding me.” “Good boy” said Ben. With that, the others all started to file out of the toilet and make their way back downstairs. When they were gone, Ben locked the door again and turned back to me. “Get yourself cleaned up” he said, with a much gentler tone than before, “and then you can go.” “Thank you” I said, before adding “sir.” He smiled at me, and then started to grab some paper towels from the dispenser. I set about getting the loads wiped out of my arse, and also cleaned up my legs given the stream of sticky cum that had run down them. Once washed and dried I got dressed again, and then hoisted my bag off the floor. “Right” Ben said, opening up the door, “let’s eat.” I was a bit dumbfounded, until he made his way through the door on to the dark, unoccupied office floor rather than heading back down the stairs. He walked to the kitchen area, where I was surprised to see some M&S sandwiches, crisps and drinks sitting out. Man, he had really planned this well. We hurriedly ate the food he had dropped off this morning, not saying anything to each other but exchanging occasional looks and smiles. Ben started wandering around the floor as he ate, taking in the view from three storeys further up the tower, and I eventually did the same. When we were done with our food Ben carefully gathered up the packaging and put it into the plastic bag he’d brought it in, and then we made our way back downstairs to resume our work for the afternoon.

This video really turns me on, the top is hot af! Love it when he eats that hole before fucking it 🤤 makes me cum every time! [think before following links] https://thisvid.com/videos/anon-muscled-breeder/

I agree wiith @hntnholein that anonymous sex isn't dehumanizing. It is depersonalizing though. It just 2 or more guys sucking and fucking with no names, no shared info except maybe what they want in the moment. Sometimes it's even through a gloryhole or in a dark room so there isn't even faces. It doesn't make it any less affirming and fun. There is a flip side however. Having a deep emotional bond with a partner can be very deeply rewarding.

Sure there is: anonymous fucking removes all the barriers we normally associate with interacting with others. We neither know nor care to know their names, what their issues are, what their lives are like, on and on. We only care that they're our sexual brothers-in-the-life needing what we have - and we need what they have. Other than the most basic human instincts; behaving decently, not harming others, etc, is all we need to observe. This is particularly obvious in the fuckjoints, where a T can rut in Hole after Hole - a form of "connection" or even validation for both the T and b. I wouldn't call it "dehumanizing", as Mammut does above: I see it the opposite way. It's completely "humanizing" to share our sexual depravities with each other. All the cultural bullshit gets checked in the locker, right along with our clothes. The act of celebrating our Lusts with other men - holding the same Lusts, one after the other, is an affirming, uplifting act that benefits and reinforces the 'personhood' of each guy. No names, no faces, often no talk at all - just the sexual exchange of expressing our basic sexual needs.

“Isaac!”, Parker called up the stairs. When he got no response, he bellowed it again, then stood with a smirk as he heard the unmistakable sounds of his protege trying to get to the door. “Yes boss?” The Gift shouted back at him. “Finish up with whoever you’ve got in there, and then get down here” Parker shouted. “OK!” Isaac shouted back, before returning to his room. Parker stayed at the bottom of the stairs to listen to the young man quickly resuming and rapidly concluded the breeding of whoever he had with him, and a few moments later a rather hunky stud descended the stairs, gave Parker an embarrassed look, and then scurried down the next flight to find his way out. Isaac then appeared a moment later. “Another one for the HIVe?” Parker asked him. “Working on it” said Isaac, a little breathless. “Good” said Parker, before whirling round and heading up the corridor to his office with Isaac in pursuit. “What’s going on?” asked the younger man. “I can’t establish a pattern” said Parker, “so we’re going to have to check out a few places to understand more about what we’re dealing with.” “OK” said Isaac. “I’m going to hit the darkrooms” said Parker. “I’ll need all my powers there to fully get a grip on what’s going on, so will be donning the suit.” “OK” said Isaac again. “But I need you out in the parks tonight to find out if this is spreading” said Parker. “Leave the outfit behind, and just head out cruising.” “Cruising” said the younger man. “Like, for real?” “Yes” said Parker, trying not to smile at the younger man’s eagerness. “Give and take loads, and use your special senses to see how many of the men may have been snared by The Doctor already.” “I can do that” said Isaac. “But I need a bit of time to prepare.” “Yes, I know” said Parker, “that’s why I needed you to finish up with that stud so that you would have enough time. Now, go down to the HIVeMind chamber and meditate for a bit, until you feel ready.” “Yes boss” said Isaac, turning and leaving the room. Parker watched him leave, feeling a slight pang of envy that, for all of his own powers, he didn’t have Isaac’s extraordinary cumpathy. The ability to learn so much about a man in that way was quite something, but Parker was glad that Isaac had at least understood that he should put his powers to good use. Hopefully he would be able to find out just how many men out in the juiciest cruising spots were now taking The Doctor’s heinous pills, and give Parker more data to help him identify where to find his nemesis. —— Isaac loved getting out to cruise of an evening, and when it was considered a work task it was even better. Parker had said there were no issues with him choosing what to wear as long as his costume stayed at home, so aside from doing his hair a bit different to how it was when he was all dressed up as The Gift, he had been free to go for what he wanted from his wardrobe. On this occasion he had opted for some loose track bottoms and sneakers, and then had donned his favourite wrist cuffs and chain. With his growing collection of tattoos, it gave him the look of someone who would eagerly both give and take, and hopefully attract the most men to play with him. Many a young man was now displaying proud symbols of their ascension, so neither he nor Parker was concerned that his cover would be blown. He did a circuit of a couple of the suburban parks, but they seemed a little empty so he instead drove his motorbike over to Maritime Park. This was always a lively spot, and it wasn’t long before he came across several men loitering. His confidence in himself, along with of course his stunning physique, seemed to get their attention and he was soon bent over under a tree taking one after the other. Neither was particularly memorable, but as they bred him he could immediately sense that neither had ascended yet but also that neither of them were contaminated with Dr Prep’s concoctions. That was a positive start, and with the additional potency the HIVe had bestowed on him for his service, there was a fair chance these men were now on their way to a better status. He continued on through the park, stopping occasionally to blow a guy or take another breeding, and was pleased to find that he had not yet sensed anything untoward in their cum. However, it was when he started approaching four young men hanging around a park bench that he got his first tingle of there being something off. They kind of looked familiar, and Isaac wondered if they had been amongst the many of their age who had run off at the sight of his tattoos. Now, however, they remained he approached, all while Isaac began to almost smell the air being wrong. “Evening boys” he said. They all replied with a ‘hey’ or a ‘hi’, and the one who was standing kept eye contact with Isaac. “So what brings you here at this time of night” asked Isaac to the group, but maintaining the stare with the other young man. “Nothing really” one of them replied. “Just seeing what’s happening” said another. “Uh huh” said Isaac. “Well, I’m doing the same thing, and now I think I’m going to go and check in those bushes to see if there’s anything interesting happening there.” They all remained silent, with the three who were sitting suddenly appearing nervous and looking down at their feet. However, the one who was standing was still looking at Isaac, and gave him a slight nod. Isaac walked past them and headed off the path into the bushes, and could hear the sound of one of them following. He stopped when he got to a secluded spot, and then turned to speak to his follower. “Nothing happening here either” he said, smirking, “but I reckon that’s about to change, huh?” The young man said nothing, but just advanced towards Isaac and dropped to his knees in front of him. He reached up and turned his baseball cap around, then pulled the front of Isaac’s bottoms and hungrily dove his head onto the glorious cock. Isaac could not help but moan out in pleasure as the young man swallowed his dick. He enjoyed a few minutes of this, and then pulled himself back. “Right, let’s do you now” he said, fully intending to switch positions with the young man. However, before he could even begin to bend his knees, the lad turned around on his knees and pulled his own track pants down, making it clear what he wanted. “Well OK then” said Isaac, smirking. He got down behind the young man and stuck his face between the pert pearly cheeks, using his tongue to prepare the hole for entry. He had barely got it in there when a glob of cum oozed out, letting him know both that the man had already been fucked once tonight, and also that the load he was carrying was nice and toxic. Deciding that there was no need to wait any longer, he shuffled up between the man’s legs and then began to push his cock in. The young man moaned out in pleasure as he was penetrated, squeezing Isaac’s cock in gratitude. With no sign of any discomfort from the bottom, Isaac just set to with a vigorous fucking, slamming his hips against the young man’s buttocks as he pistoned in out. The fuck was interrupted by the sound of others approaching through the bushes, and sure enough the young man’s three friends appeared. Isaac did not slow down as the three of them took out their cocks and begin to jerk off. He eventually made eye contact with one of them, at which point he stopped fucking, leaned forward over the young man he was inside, and stuck out his own behind. He then smiled and winked at the one he was looking at, with the man getting the message and coming round behind him. A moment later Isaac felt a cock pressing into his own well-used hole, and allowed it to slide in fully before he began to slowly resume his previous tempo. The other two men then approached, and Isaac motioned for them to go either side of him. This allowed him to alternate between sucking off each of them, as he continued to pound the hole in front and receive yet another rod up his own backside. However, despite being in one of his favourite positions, something still felt off but he couldn’t yet put his finger on what it was. The moment one of the men he was sucking lost it and started to blow into his mouth, everything fell into place. He could sense it, taste it, feel it. The load was contaminated. The man fucking him blew next, and he immediately felt the same thing. So too with the second one in his mouth. By this point it was almost acrid to him, with none of the pleasure he usually got from taking loads. He felt a surge of anger go through him, and slammed hard into the original young man and blew his own load. This set off the fourth guy, and Isaac made sure to reach around with a cupped hand and catch some of the cum. Just to confirm what he suspected, he brought it up to his mouth and dipped in his tongue, this time almost retching from the tainted contents. “Where the fuck did you get them” he growled as the young men disentangled themselves. “What do you…” one of the standing lads started saying. “Where?!” Isaac barked. “The pills! Where did you get them?!” “We didn’t take any…” the one who had been fucking him began. “Liar!” Isaac shouted, twirling round and off his feet, grabbing the man by his throat and slamming him down to the floor. He tried to never use the extra strength the HIVe had given him when he was out of costume, but by this point the contamination in the cum he had taken was starting to affect his equilibrium. “Oh fuck, you’re him, aren’t you?” said the guy he had been fucking, as he got up off the floor. “You’re fucking right I am” growled Isaac, still gripping the neck of the man he had thrown to the floor. “So, before I summon the other one, tell me where you got the pills!” —— Virus turned into the alley and made his way up, the dull thump of music getting louder as he approached the big steel door. He paid no attention to the leather-clad man standing outside, who looked visibly startled to see the superhero suddenly striding past him. Parker got to the door, paused briefly to see if he sensed anything, and then pushed it open and headed inside. He let it slam behind him, and then walked up the dark corridor to the light of the lobby area ahead. “Oh, er, it’s you” said the attendant, when he saw Virus stride up to his desk. “What, er, can we do for you?” “Just doing my rounds” Virus replied. “Oh, well, er, OK” said the attendant. “Let me just call…” “Call who you want” Virus said, “but I’m going in.” He marched across the lobby and headed down the stairs towards the darkrooms, where the sounds of rampant sex made it evident the place was hopping tonight. He could feel the tingle of ascensions happening, but there was something else there which felt wrong, or missing, or, just, well, different. He walked the corridors trying to identify it, but it was too fuzzy to pin down. He needed a boost in his senses, so he made a beeline for the largest sling room hoping to find what he needed. Sure enough, once his eyes adjusted to the greater darkness in there, he saw that a lean young man was cuffed into the central sling and there were several older, larger men around him. Gripping the rod and whispering a few words, to Virus alone the tattoos of the tops suddenly glowed blue, letting him know that these men were ascendees and loyal to the HIVe. This is just what he needed, so he silently moved to the edge of the room and focused his mind on the young man in the sling. For thirty minutes he absorbed the energy as the older men pumped load after load of toxic cum into the eager bottom’s negative hole, until the moment when the biggest of the men roared out his orgasm and Virus thought he saw stars. That was it, that was the load that would convert the lad, and the extra surge of energy that shot into him through the rod did the trick. Visions of the attendant upstairs filled his mind, and he knew he had found a lead. He raced out of the room and back up the stairs, where he found the attendant talking to an older man. “You!” Virus shouted at the man, pointing his rod at him as the tendrils shot out a blue snare that immobilised the man. “What is the meaning of th…” the other man started to say. “This one is coming with me” Virus said. “But first, where is his stuff? Actually, never mind, I’ll find it myself.” Virus jumped over the counter and looked around, then grabbed a duffel bag sitting on the floor. He ripped it open and saw to both his horror and his satisfaction that it was full of packets of Dr Prep’s blue bills. “I…I had no idea” the other man stammered, staring with wide eyes at the contents. “I know” said Virus, re-sealing the bag and hopping back over the counter. “But can I suggest you do random checks on the bags your staff bring in here from now on?” “Of course” said the other man. “I mean, of course.” “Good” said Virus. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to go and question your former employee a bit.” He grabbed the rod and began heading up the corridor to the alley door, the snare dragging the unconscious attendant behind him. The leather-clad man outside looked even more startled when he saw the superhero emerge with a prisoner. “Brandon” Virus said into his hidden mic. “Got a prisoner inbound, so prepare the cell.” “Yes boss” came the reply. “Good evening” said Virus to the startled man in the alley, before bending his knees, looking skywards, and rocketing up towards the clouds with the attendant in tow. ---- (Stay tuned for more)

I respectfully disagree. A term that can mean anything essentially has no inherent meaning. The only reason we are able to communicate and understand one another is that we agree that words mean certain things and not other things. We have entire thick books devoted to nothing but delineating those distinctions. Our system of laws is based on those distinctions. Much social strife can be traced to misunderstanding based on a lack of consensus about how to use words. If the distinction didn’t matter at some level, the OP would never have even asked this question. We use the word breed a lot around here. A lot a lot. It clearly has significance to matters that have brought us here, so it can’t mean just anything, or we’d have the Tower if Babel, where no one could be sure what anyone was really talking about. But we do know, really, because words come from somewhere, usually from roots of meaning that grow and morph over time and through cultures. Breed comes from Old English bredan, ‘to bring to birth’, itself derived from Old High German bruoten, ‘brood, hatch (as of eggs)’. These extend from a Proto-Indo-European root bhreu-, ‘to boil, effervesce, burn’, implying the application of the physical heat required to generate and sustain the creation of life. We don’t know all these things just because we learned the word breed, and yet we do - we implicitly understand that, unlike fuck, shag, rail, pound, or any of the scores of clever synonyms for insertive coitus, breed especially implies the reproductive function. The fact that the gay context permits no actual reproduction is irrelevant - the act of attempting to reproduce is so integral to what it means to be male that we must have a term to express when we are engaging in it. Not every fuck is a breeding. You can absolutely tell. Men fuck for many reasons, and their drive to ejaculate is not always in a mindset that one would consider a ‘rutting’ mode in the animal sense of reproductive readiness and intent. But there are times when a Top becomes acutely aware that his intent is to transfer his reproductive matter - his seed, his DNA, his essence, what have you - into a receiver of warm flesh, in the way his biology tells him is right for conception. He may not be thinking in terms of offspring, but merely answering a deep behavioral instinct coded into us ever since an animal grew the world’s first penis. When the Top enters this state, he functionally becomes an altered figure to whom a specialized term applies: Breeder. In general, non-human contexts, this word is essentially synonymous with inseminator, again pointing to the reproductive function. But more importantly, it necessarily implies semen ejaculated inside the body of the recipient. Breeder is sometimes suggested as a term of sexual orientation, to preserve a sense of masculinity when a man is uncomfortable with bisexual - but note that this use, too, functionally relies in the sense of inseminator: Both the Breeder and the bisexual fuck people of both genders, but the Breeder’s masculine credentials are intact because he emphatically does what only Men can do - he’s an inseminator. When a Top assumes the mindset of breeder, his perception of the target of his breeding usually undergoes a shift as well. The bottom suddenly becomes perceived as ‘fertile’ (even though there is nothing to actually fertilize) - a thing to be bred - and a viable subject for a biological fusion with the breeder’s genetic input. This primal psychological coding becomes a potent motivator in the intercourse that follows. A similar shift seems to sometimes occur in the minds of bottoms, who begin to perceive a fertility in themselves, almost in the way an animal goes into heat, in the context of a breeder’s advance. If they were female, this would be more easily explained, but the same factors that draw men to receptive homosexuality in the first place are no doubt implicated in the reproductive psychology. In any event, it seems clear that Breed, for the purposes of a community devoted to discussion of bareback fucking, means to fuck with internal insemination. *Note: I am not a researcher in sexual psychology or reproductive behavior - these observations are based on personal experience. I do, however, have a degree in English, and finding out where words come from and what they mean is one of my very favorite things to do.

Bathhouse gets my vote, though because of my location I do far more hotel hosting. At a bathhouse, you have the advantage of a cruising arrangement, and the ability of men to act on impulse. The guys are there, and if you’re not getting action in your room, you can change it up and go try to seduce someone in the common areas. The management know perfectly well why everyone is there (it ain’t to take a bath) because the shop is full of dildos and lube. Hotels not so much. Some hotels don’t seem to care what guests do as long as they don’t damage the facility or involve the business in legal trouble, but others can make trying to cumdump (which, when done without compensation, is as far as I know not illegal) challenging to impossible. One Top told me of using a cumdump at a motel when the management came thumping on the door, hollering, “If there’s fucking going on in there you can vacate the premises!” Hotels require the Top to make an effort to fuck you, and incur the expense of time and cost of transit, getting himself ready to go out, the hassle of finding you, etc. - even if you do everything possible to make it easy for him to use you, there are still hoops to jump through. I think the relatively high no-show rate has a lot to do with this. All in all, I find hotel hosting a crap shoot. You never know what you’re going to get, if anything, for the expense of your hotel room. I seldom come home unfucked - though that’s happened a couple of times - but results can vary widely. Successful hotel hosting is also a lot like work; when I’m not actively being bred, I’m monitoring the apps, fielding inquiries, keeping the bait fresh in the water, because if the Tops don’t know you’re there, they’re not coming, and you have to make yourself stand out as tempting enough to make the effort. At a bathhouse, you can just lie there with your door open and let your ass do the advertising. There’s also the question of security. You’re relatively safer physically at a bathhouse than you are chancing it with randos in a skanky motel room where you’re letting basically anyone walk through your door while you’re in a very vulnerable position. In general I just like bathhouses better for the overall atmosphere of sexual openness. It’s not everywhere I get to walk around without any clothes on. I think I didn’t get enough naked time as a baby…

"Please use some more lube Benny. You're so big." A cold glob landed on my hole and Benny pushed it in with his thumb, which slipped in easily. I exhaled and was suddenly exhilarated and insanely horny again. "Fuck my ass Benny." "...Before I change my mind" I laughed. His big dick was inside me again. "Don't worry, I know you won't" he laughed. He fucked me more gently but his penis still felt impossibly huge. "Fuck you're so big." "You're doing great. I can tell you're a born cumslut." I liked that idea. Getting bred by Benny and whatever other hard dicks wanted to explode in me. I rubbed my cock and balls as Benny used me. He picked up the pace and slapped my ass, hard. "I gotta fuck more straight guys." Smack. "I can't wait to bust in you and send you home to Sara." Smack. That didn't make me feel great. "Take it easy, Benny. Please don't bruise me." "Sorry baby, I'm almost there." He slapped against my ass a couple more times and then he told me he was cumming. I arched my back and got ready to finish this experience. **** I tossed my clothes into the hamper and walked into the bedroom naked. Phew, Sara wasn't here. I quickly grabbed some flannel pj pants and a tshirt and pulled them on, almost panicked. ***** He pulled out and rubbed his cock against my asshole. I realized he wasn't wearing a condom anymore. I twisted around. "What the fuck?" Benny was impassive. "You took off the condom?!" I demanded. "Sorry, I took it off when you asked for more lube." "And you came in me?!" "Hey, relax, ok? You wanted it. You'll be fine. And you need to go home to Sara. So relax." Fuck. Sara. He was right about that. I pulled on my clothes and got up to walk out. Benny got in my face. "You look like you just got fucked. You need to relax before you go home. I'm sorry for cumming in you but it's gonna be okay unless you fuck things up." "OK Benny you're right." I splashed cold water on my face and got ahold of myself. I beelined to the door. "Hey take a few more --" I ignored him and left. ***** I wanted to curl up in bed but I knew I should try to smooth things over with Sara. I came out of the bedroom and found Benny and my wife talking--she was laughing at something he'd just said. "Hey! I came by to apologize to Sara for being a bad influence. I promised her--no more weed!" I laughed weakly. "I'm going to hit the sack. Come to bed soon, honey."

She scowled. I turned and mumbled that I was going to take a shower. She opened her mouth to say something but thankfully closed it as I walked through the living room into the master bedroom. I closed that door and the inner bathroom door and turned the shower on hot. ***** I'll never forget the sight of Benny--massive cock fully erect, encased in glistening rubber like a safer sex psa--pulling out a drawer under his coffee table and pulling out a sheet. "Don't want to get lube on the couch" he said cheerfully. The reality of the situation suddenly came back into focus. "Listen. Benny. You cannot fuck me. I shouldn't have, you know, let you blow me. But you know how consent works." I wrapped my arms around my shoulders. God I must have looked ridiculous, sitting on a big leather couch, naked from the waist down trying to look firm. Meanwhile some twink got railed in some generic hotel room on the 60". Benny paused for a moment and then pressed the sheet into the couch cushions. "Of course that's how consent works. Here's the thing. I think you want to consent to me fucking you in the ass. I think you're concerned about your wife finding out, which I understand. But i think that even more you want to get fucked in the ass." My cock had recovered from my orgasm and between the smut and Benny's proposition, I was hard again. I was also terrified and desperate to feel a man fuck me. My cheeks flushed. He was gracious when I said "OK Benny, I consent." ***** Near tears, I'd asked him to add as much lube as possible and he came through. I realized it must be on my boxers and shorts and was in all likelihood on my tshirt, too. Obviously I'd strewn those items all around the bathroom and hadn't gotten out anything else to wear. ***** Benny jerked his cock against my hole. I was shaking in anticipation. Benny pushed his forearm into the small of my neck hard and pressed his fat cock head into my lubed ass. I swallowed a yelp. I wasn't ready for that. I did my best to meditatively breath as Benny pounded my virgin ass. His cock flopped out of me and I felt lube run down my balls. "Your ass is so tight. I thought you were lying about being straight." "No really, it's my first time doing anything with a guy." "Don't worry hun. I'll use plenty of lube. Just relax." I stayed pressed low on the couch trying to regulate my breathing, spacing out a little on Benny.

I love breeding in general, but glory hole breeding is so hot. Getting sucked and then he turns and slides on me..Love it. Especially when he pushes back and takes my cum deep inside.

In Chapters 1 to 3, I tell about my buddy, Joe, and a fun time we had. We’ve been partying and playing with fists and large dildos. We’ve reached a point where we needed a break, so we’re hanging out on the bed together. Even with the intense workouts that both our asses took, we couldn’t keep our hands away from them. Both of us were stroking and poking our holes while we rested, and sometimes we’d play with the other one’s hole. They were both so open and tempting that we couldn’t resist. Joe wanted to smoke some more during the break. At this point in the night, smoking was a lot easier than prepping new points for us. It would top off the high at just the right level. I put some more crystals in the pipe since we had smoked everything that was in there earlier, and we started to melt them into a beautiful, swirly smoke. Joe took the first hit and shot-gunned it to me. We traded it back and forth in a deep kiss. We spent some time blowing clouds and fondling each other. Joe looked at me and said, “I just made sure you’re fucked up. Now I’m gonna make sure that you’re fucked”. He loves to shove his dick in me when my hole is opened up. He gets hard when he parties, but it’s not as hard as he gets without partying. When my hole is open, he can get in there without any problems. We got up from the bed, moved to the sling, and I got settled in. Joe applied more lube to my hole, getting some in nice and deep. He also had me swing forward so that my ass was more upright, and he dumped some JLube in. The cool, more liquidy, lube delivers a great sensation to both of us. Last, he lubed up his dick. He shoved his cock all the way in while looking deep into my eyes. At the deepest point, he shut his eyes and threw back his head while he shuddered in bliss. Knowing that this stud’s cock was in my deepest recesses was erotic for me. Joe started some back-and-forth motions. It usually takes him a long time to cum when he’s spun, so we both expected this to be a long ride. He stayed away from the poppers while topping me, but I could use them to the benefit of both of us. Joe slowed down his pace when he saw me pick up the bottle of liquid. I inhaled and exhaled quickly through one nostril and then took a breath that I held through the other side. Joe waited just a little bit for the fumes to take over my brain before picking up the pace again. Once the poppers hit, I was a total ass pig. I reached back and spread my ass open with my hands so that he could get even deeper than he was. He took advantage of that extra bit and shoved his cock deeper in my ass. He was reaching areas that he had never reached before. I wrapped some fingers around his thrusting cock, enjoying feeling him penetrating me. Sometimes, I’d stick some of my fingers alongside his dick. This opened my hole up a bit more for him and gave both of us some new and exciting sensations. Joe started to slow down after a while of fucking me and decided to use a dildo on my ass. He picked out one of my standard-sized toys and lubed it up while he continued to drill my ass with his cock. Joe pulled out of me and inserted the dildo. It was a similar size to his dick, but firmer. It felt great when Joe started to work over my hole with the toy. He could pull it all the way out, then reinsert it with some force. He was varying the insertion speed and would move it around once it was buried inside me. Now, Joe leaned forward and worked his cock in alongside the dildo. My hole was open and accommodating, so the dual insertion was smooth. Now, he could fuck me with both at the same time. It was a good stretch on my hole, but it felt great. Joe had the head of the dildo right next to the head of his cock. He pulled all the way out and shoved the pair into me. It was an entry that required some adjustment on both our parts. He needed to keep them together, and I shifted to get the angle just right. Once we were set, he was able to push in both his cock and the dildo at the same time. My moans told him how much I liked it, so he pulled out and went back in a lot. Then, he buried the dildo in my ass and held it in place. He was still fucking me with his dick, and the sensations he was getting must have been great. He shoved all the way in and started pumping his load in my ass. This was one of the largest loads I’ve ever gotten from him or anyone else. It felt great knowing that he had just bred my ass. Joe pulled out his cock and the dildo. He tossed the dildo aside and said, “I want to fist that load deep into your ass.” So, he lubed up his hand and inserted it into my ass. We could feel it when he reached the load since everything got more slippery. He got in almost to his elbow, spreading his seed deep inside me. Joe pulled out his hand after churning up the cum inside me. He looked spent. So, he helped me out of the sling. We hugged and staggered over the couch as a single unit. We laid down, and Joe quickly fell asleep. I relaxed next to him, snuggled into his musky armpit, fingering my gape.

This ^ is what I find so deeply disturbing, and what I would not have believed true of Americans prior to the arrival of Trump on the political scene. It staggers me that so many of my countrymen simply don’t care how bad a man is that takes power, as long as he’s their man. I hate politics and politicians. All of them, both sides. There’s nothing honest about them; deception is their stock-in-trade. Trump is exacerbating it all in the worst possible way because he clearly, obviously, patently suffers from acute mental illness*. But this is an observation I’ve personally made about conservatives ever since I was a child listening to my maternal grandfather (a staunch Republican) rant about welfare - there is a certain mindset among conservatives that asks, ‘Why should anyone else get more than me? Why should anyone get something I don’t get?’ And thus anyone who receives anything they perceive as unearned, particularly if they themselves feel underrewarded for their work, then that person is unworthy of what they get. By extension, this philosophy applies to the whole social safety net provided by society. By further extension, all government, because taxes may benefit others in way the conservative considers undeserving. Extended further, Socialism as a concept becomes an evil, extended further, anything proposed to be done for the common good becomes suspect, and resisted, even though, by definition, the conservative would benefit as well. Because at its root, there is a self-defeating self-centeredness that drives the conservative, that ultimately concludes, “If I can’t have it, nobody’s going to have it.” And thus we see the hardline faction in the House, essentially acting on that precise impulse, to the cheers of their suffering constituents. And here we have Trump, crying, “They cheated you out of what you deserve, like they always do! Give me power! Make me your King! Heads will roll! I AM YOUR RETRIBUTION!” No fucking wonder they love him. He’s the King of Selfishness. *No professional in mental health will publicly say the obvious, nor should they, because they have not examined the patient to make a formal diagnosis. But I helped mentally ill people through peer support for 18 years, and…yeah, he’s got it bad. I’m certainly not qualified to diagnose, but there are clear flags for sociopathy (possibly psychopathy), narcissistic personality disorder, borderline personality disorder, and/or other comorbid complications. He also shows signs of delusional thought patterns, and multiple sources have documented a lack of impulse control and anger control. One listens to people on the news talking about Nikki Haley suggesting that Trump may be mentally unstable - for fuck’s sake, he’s nuttier than peanut brittle, and everybody - everybody - knows it. What I find so tragic is that so many people simply don’t care.

I'm a breeding Daddy which means I fuck boys and other men bareback with the sole aim of pumping my sperm (DNA) deep up their assholes. I get off on seeding as many males as I can..

Though I don't consider myself a "cum dump" actually, I would think a bathhouse or gay resort would be better than a sleazy motel. At the baths or a gay resort that kind of activity is almost expected. With a motel you run the risk of a cleaning lady, or management, knocking or even opening the door. To me, that would just be a distraction. I've stayed in Palm Springs at what is considered a "nicer" all gay, resort. Those "cleaning men" knew what to expect, if the did open the door it wasn't like they haven't seen someone having sex or waiting for sex before. You usually heard "I'll come back later" and there was not an issue. I have heard some horror stories from guys who have gone to what they thought was a safe motel to be a cum dump, based on conversations they have had with other guys. What happened, in a number of situations, is that the motel had changed ownership and so had the "rules". You are most at risk around "check out time", with people leaving and rooms being cleaned for the next guests. So I consider a bathhouse/sex club or gay resort a much safer option.

couple days after i turned 14

On all fours, but more in a kneeling position as opposed to being face down. This position gives me the best angle to do get in as deep as possible. I guess this position combined with the fact my Dick has a strong kink mid shaft is what allows for me to get balls deep. Perfect for having a firm grip on the shoulders or hips too.

To continue being very much proactive and determined to reclaim my health so I can then once again enjoy everything that I used to, and more.

This is simply a wonderful piece of hot superhero storytelling. Fantastic! Would love to see this depicted in comic book form someday.

listen I get it but maybe make the rule a little bigger on their website. I took an Uber from the other side of the city which wasn’t cheap and I was pissed I got there and denied entry. In my opinion with a place like that where you would expect a rule out of the ordinary to apply perhaps make it more pronounced. I like to bring toiletries, an extra towel, sometimes a change of clothes. Had I known I would have left it all at home. I wasn’t about to go home unpack and head back out. I can’t explain how annoyed I was that night! Not to mention there was security, why couldn’t they search my bag to see nothing illegal?!

A bathhouse. Way more opportunity as men are coming in and out on their own rather than in a motel where you have to perpetually invite the people over. However, if you are talking about a gay resort that is a different thing all together. An event like Wet n Hot at the CCBC I can just be a cum dump in my hotel room with the door wide open.

My hole. It just need a cock in it.

Same for me mate!!

Here's mine.

Now that's a doctor I'd go out-of-network for....

Hey guys - thanks for reading and for the comments/feedback 🙂 I haven't written something like this before, so it's been fun to share it with you. I planned this story to end with this little tail the next day, so here it is. Not sure if I'll continue with a 'series 2' - we'll see if I get an idea sometime. Cheers! _________________ Coda (Pt.11) The next morning, feeling quite stressed about the possibility of them showing up here again, I got up early, showered and got myself fully dressed. I wasn’t going to tempt anyone today, or take any risks by being naked at home! I forced myself into a normal routine… made some breakfast and coffee, took it out onto the verandah and tried to relax. Or at least pretend to relax. No music this morning—I didn’t want more surprises. Around 8 am, I heard a vehicle in the distance and soon saw Mike’s truck coming up the valley, still a few kilometres away. Some minutes later, he pulled up and climbed out. He gave me a wave and turned to the back for his toolbox. Without coming in my direction, he just called out, “I’ve got the right size seal this morning - just take a few minutes to fix”. “Ok - thanks.”, I replied. Seemed like we were both starting the day pretending everything was back to normal. I was relieved to see that the apprentice wasn’t with him. Not sure I could have faced him again so soon after the crazy experience of yesterday. After 15 minutes or so, Mike reappeared around the corner of the house and headed towards me. At the steps, he stopped and reported, " It’s all good. It seems to have stopped the leak, and she’s holding pressure. Just let us know if there’s any problem with it.” “Great - that’s good, thanks”, I said, feeling a bit awkward under his calm gaze, trying not to think about yesterday. “That coffee smells good. Any more there?” he asked. “Er… yeah, I made I pot.” By the time I came back with a coffee for Mike, he was sitting in the chair beside mine, one foot up on the verandah rail, looking very comfortable. We chatted for a while about the usual things guys talk about around here… the weather, when it might rain, water tanks, the neighbour’s sunflower crop. Eventually, after a bit of a pause while we sipped coffee looking at the view, I decided to go for it: “What’s the story with your apprentice? Who is that kid?” Mike looked at me steadily for a moment as if deciding what to say. “Harry… he’s a wild one, eh?” he said and grinned. “That’s a word for it”, I replied. Then I waited to see what else might come… “Funny thing is…” Mike seemed unusually hesitant. “You know my twin Rob, yeah?” “Yeah, I remember him,” I said. I’d only met him a few times, quite a while back. He moved away years ago. “Well, he and I kinda shared a girlfriend for a bit, soon after High School. Young and stupid, eh? Dunno if Harry is my son or my nephew. Doesn’t matter now, I guess. She got married later, and the guy adopted him. Decent. I reckon Harry suspects something, though, about me and his mum… or maybe she told him. Dunno. He wanted to do the apprenticeship with me, and I’d like to see him turn out ok. But the way things are going, I’m not sure if it’s me leading him astray or him getting me into trouble! Actually, I do know - it’s him who is the wicked one, that’s for sure… You wouldn’t believe what he gets up to.” Mike laughed, but it was a slightly worried-sounding laugh. He scratched his beard thoughtfully. “Wow”, I said. “Ok… that explains some of what I was wondering about.” Mike looked at me for a moment, then said, “Wanna fuck?” I thought about it for a bit and replied, “Yeah”. We both got up and headed into the house. As we walked down the hall side-by-side, he slid his strong, rough hand down inside the back of my jeans, comfortably cupping one of my ass cheeks with a proprietorial familiarity that, I suddenly realised, felt rather good.

Chapter 2 we had gone to bed, and I had dozed off. I woke to the early morning light coming through a gap in the curtains. It was the first time I had actually slept with a guy. I looked over at Mike and he was still sleeping. I got up and decided to shower, as I had to sort my head . There were a million things swirling round, not least the fact that I had willingly taken a poz load in me. If what Mike had said was true I could be at risk. The hot water woke my mind a little. This was a one off, I had scratched the itch, and the chances were with just one load in me I was probably ok. I became aware of a movement and Mike joined me in the shower. He massaged my shoulders under the hot water, working down my back until he reached my buttocks. I involuntarily spread my legs and I felt Mike’s fingers work my hole. He moved closer and then I could feel his hard cock pushing at my entrance. It felt natural and I couldn’t help bending over, hands supporting me on the shower wall and Mike grabbed my hips as he slid his cock into me again. I lost myself in the feeling of him fucking me, no wonder Maria liked me fucking her arse I thought as I rode Mike’s thrusts. I wasn’t concentrating on whether Mike was close to cumming and before I refocused Mike was grunting. ‘Here’s your second load’ as he thrust once more, his strong arms holding my hips as I felt his cock pulse as he came in me again. I tired round and we kissed. ‘How’s that itch now?’ Mike asked. ‘Well and truly scratched’ . We finished showering. ‘you can now go back to your girl, but I have a feeling that you are going to be back for more …. And just so you know, I’m staying off meds for a while. Especially now I know your little kink’ An hour later I was at home waiting for Maria to return from her hen weekend. I would put last night down to experience and move on. Keep on the straight and narrow. Maria returned and life went back to normal for a week. The following Friday we decided to go to the gym together, I always liked looking at Maria’s ass in her Lycra. We did our workout and then went to our locker roomS to shower and change. This time, I couldn’t put my finger on it at first, but something was different. There were a few guys in varying states of undress, then it hit me. I realised I was actually checking out the guys. What was happening to me. There was one guy in particular, ripped and tattooed. My eyes dropped to look at his cock, and I must have been staring. There was a steel PA in a big mushroom head and his cock was semi erect. I felt myself getting hard and moved my towel to hide this. I noticed he had a scorpion tattoo as well, similar to Mike’s, but also a biohazard one on his hip. I knew what that meant. I must have been staring longer than I thought as when I lifted my head my eyes locked with tattoo man’s eyes, just for a brief second. It felt like this man could read my thoughts. He moved towards me. ‘ I’m Andy’ he said , and then lowered his voice ‘ and I guess you like?’ ‘Err Nathan’ I stammered’ err and yes. I’ve never seen a PA in real life before’ ‘come in the showers ‘ he whispered’ and you can take a closer look’ instinct took over and I just did as I was told. I sauntered into a cubicle, Andy right behind me. I turned and looked down . His cock was hard. And huge compared to mine. I reached out and started wanking him , and sank to my knees. I looked at his cock once more before taking him into my mouth. I decided I would let him cum in my mouth, that was safe enough. Andy had different ideas though. He lifted me up ‘turn’ he ordered. ‘ Be quiet , this is a straight gym so when my cock goes in don’t yelp’ . My natural submissiveness took over. Strong hands parted my legs and I could feel the steel pa pushing at my hole. ‘ I’m not on anything ‘I whispered ‘ and I’m neg’ . ‘It’s ok, don’t worry, I’m poz but I won’t cum in you, I guess you knew that though when you were eying my tarts’ ‘er yes I did’ ‘ and you still came in here to suck my poz cock. Mmm I think you like a bit of poz cock in secret don’t you’ Andy whispered as with a thrust he entered me. The immediate pain subsided as Andy started building a rhythm. ‘ you haven’t denied that so I’m guessing it’s true. You love poz cock. You’re letting me fuck you bare and you just love it’ I nodded ‘ you horny bastard , I’m going to give you what you really want, and that’s my poz load’ I stayed silent as Andy picked up his pace. I couldn’t help it. My cock brain had taken over ‘ yes. Please. Don’t pull out. Fuck it into me’ I hissed as Andy pounded my hole. It wasn’t long before Andy growled’ full poz load incoming’ as he gave a final thrust and held me in place as he shot his load filling me. We both slowed, gathering our breath before he slipped out of me. He unlocked the door and covertly left . I was showering again after being fucked. My mind went back to last weekend and I had strayed again after only a week. What was happening to me? I towelled myself dry, catching Andy’s eye again. ‘See you around champ’ he said as he left. I quickly dressed and left the locker room, meeting up with Maria outside. We got into our car to drive home, but my mind was elsewhere. All I could think of was how horny that fuck was. And how wrong…….. to be continued…

Daddy kept me in that room for weeks, coming down multiple times a day to fill my cunt with his toxic seed. He would prick my finger and draw blood about once a week. I assumed he was testing to see if his dna had infected me yet. After six weeks he came down and turned the machine off. As I looked up at him he smiled back saying “ good news son, you’re pregnant” I was overjoyed at the news that daddy and I were bound together for life. “ now it’s time to mark you up son” he said “ back in the day I ran my own tattoo parlor, I’ve always loved tatting up a pregnant boy” Over the next few hours daddy gave me seven tattoos. A biohazard symbol around my hole and the head of my clit-I came twice getting that one- a lock symbol above my clit, a tramp stamp that said “ all loads welcome,” a pig on one of my ass cheeks and a fist on the other, and a tattoo above my pecs that said “ poz boy” “” you’re starting to look like a real pig now son, but we’re only getting started.” The next step in my transformation was piercings, lots of them. Daddy started with a septum ring, continuing with 2 nipple rings. He gave me a PA- I was disappointed I had to start with such a small one- and a series of piercings down my clit he called a Jacob’s ladder. “ you look so fucking piggy son, now I have a gift for you” he said guiding me outside to the shed. I was shocked when we walked inside and my boss was lying there fucking himself with a toilet brush. When he saw us he came running forward and got on his knees begging “ please Scott give me your toxic seed I need it so bad, please! I need that bug” I looked over at daddy curious and he shrugged “ don’t look at me, he was already like this, he found me on a poz dating site his first night here and came to my room begging” said daddy “ I’ve been saving him for you though, think of him as a pozing gift, your cock is still bloody enough where he should be guaranteed to get pregnant” My former boss looked up at me expectantly and I kicked him hard in the balls. When he keeled over I pushed him fully onto the ground and began rapeing his torn up hole with my bloody bug cock. After 2 minutes I came and realized happily that this was my new life. — thanks y’all so much for the positive feedback, I think this is where I’m going to end the story for a while at least

Pt.9 I found myself trapped, lying on the ground on my side with my ankles tied together and my hands tied behind my back. The apprentice was holding the long-handled wrench again… which did not make me feel comfortable. Sitting on the ground behind me, he leaned into my ear and said, “Tell me that you are a filthy slut and how you want to be my whore”. I said nothing. Reaching to my ass, he parted the cheeks with one hand and pressed the rounded end of the thick wrench handle to my hole… putting a little pressure. “Tell me how much you want it”, he said, a hard note in his voice. This time, before I had a chance to decide whether to answer or not, he rammed the handle into my ass. He left it in there. This sinister boy now lay down alongside my naked back… one hand slightly jiggling the wrench handle inside me and his face close behind my neck so I could feel him breathing. “I need to know…” he said quietly, “how badly you want to be my whore. I already saw what a slut for cock you are, letting Mike fuck you that way. I think you want more. Tell me.” As he was speaking, he started pushing the wrench handle deeper into me. Not in the steady calm way that Mike fucked me; he just pushed it in carelessly. At a certain point of penetration, it hit something that hurt, and I yelled. Instead of pulling it back, he actually laughed out loud and held it there, firmly… right on that point of pain. “I didn’t hear you”, he said. “Tell me you are a slut.” I gave in and said, “Yeah, I’m a slut”. I suppose it was true, after this morning! “Good daddy”, he said without any friendliness in his voice. “Now tell me that you want to be my whore”. I started to sense that this would never end… so, starting to speak, I began tentatively, “Um…” At which moment he pulled the wrench entirely out of my ass and pushed it right back in again… all the way up to that point where I yelled, again. Then he pulled it right out once more… but placed the end resting against my increasingly sore hole. “Pardon?” He said sarcastically. I decided to keep my mouth shut and not give him satisfaction or encouragement. This was a mistake… he plunged the wrench handle into my hole as deep as he could get it, then fucked it in and out a few times…. I nearly lost control of, no, I had no more control to lose, really, it was just such a crazy feeling and so uncomfortable, and getting more frightening. Pushing the handle back to the point where I squirmed with discomfort again, he leaned over my tied-up arms and bit my nipple. Just went right down on it and bit. The pain at both ends of my naked body tipped me over the edge, and I started blabbing, “I’m your slut. Make me your whore.” “No”, he said, letting go of my nipple. “You’re a FILTHY slut, and a DISGUSTING whore. Say it!” I gave up completely and just repeated his words. Whatever. He then dropped the wrench—but its long handle was still planted deep in my ass, stood up and walked around to stand in front of my face. He knelt down and picked my head up by the throat, saying, “Open”. I hesitated a second, and with his other hand, he slapped the side of my face hard. I opened my mouth, and he pushed his rock-hard Mike-replica cock into my face. There was no steady getting used to it now, as there had been with Mike… he just fucked my face roughly for a few minutes… then paused and pushed his dick deeper into my throat… he was holding the front of my neck with his hand, and as he felt his cock go down into it, he said “oh yeah!” At the same moment, I felt something weird… it took me a moment to realise that he was pissing. With my hands and feet tied and the crazy kid holding my throat with his cock down inside it, there wasn’t much I could do… and I had this weird warm feeling that was… hm, suddenly great. I felt inexplicably turned on, but my eyes felt they would pop out with the stress and just as I suddenly thought I needed to breathe, he pulled his cock out. Not gracefully, just pulled it out and stood up, taking no account of how it felt for me. Weirdly, after this last punishment to my body, face, and throat, and with the big handle of some kind of plumber’s tool rammed up my ass, my cock had got hard again. The kid looked at my erection, laughed and said, “I knew you loved it. You’re mine, now, slut.” The next bit was probably the climax of it all for the crazy apprentice kid… but I don’t really remember much, it’s a blur. He pulled the tool out of my ass - again without any consideration, knelt down and plunged his cock in balls deep. Fortunately, it was wet from just deep-throating me and pissing down my neck. All I remember is the fiercest, roughest, pounding I’ve ever experienced. It went on for a while, but not too long, maybe 5 minutes. My mind drifted away, almost as though I was with the trees, looking down from above. He fucked like a jackhammer, or a wild animal, deep and hard, out of control, until finally, with a series of huge shouts and his dick rammed further into me than I thought was possible, he unloaded his raging twink cum. Strangely, he fell on me, with his cock still inside, put his arms around my chest and held me hard to his hot sweaty body. And he just stayed there. Not sure what was going on, I stayed as still as possible while he hugged me, lying on top of my tied-up naked body. Eventually, I noticed his breathing getting slower and heavier and had the realisation: damn - he was asleep!

Pt.5 With my hands braced on the boy’s back, I watched fascinated as my cock slid in and out of him, all controlled by Mike from behind. The white cream of cum being churned up was now coating my cock, and starting to trickle down my balls. I wondered whose cum it was… maybe Mike’s?! I imagined them fucking early in the morning at the workshop, or out on the road behind the truck somewhere. This apprentice might be getting some unusual training! Although Mike was still silent, the boy was now moaning happily, and saying, “oh, yes” repeatedly. My mind wandered for a moment in this strange, dream-like state Mike had somehow made for me—I thought how lucky it was that I had douched thoroughly last night to have a play with my big dildo. It felt like I must still be clean inside, and also, it had probably helped me to take Mike’s dick so easily. Like I said before, I often don’t get very hard when I’m being fucked, and I’m not a great top because I cum too quickly. Although people tell me I have a fine cock. Maybe I should practice more. In a change of rhythm, Mike pulled my cock all the way out of the boy and plunged it straight back in again, but now not moving his own cock. He was planted far into me, and I could feel his strong body and hi-vis shirt pressed against my naked back. He was now feeling a bit hot, maybe starting to sweat under the shirt. The boy cried out happily, a sound of sheer pleasure taken to a new level. Mike did this a couple of times, each time pulling it right out, my cock covered in creamy cum juices, or whatever it was inside the boy, then ramming it back—he somehow managed to aim my cock confidently right back into the loose, unresisting hole each time, just using his hands guiding my hips. On the third of these strokes, as I was pulled out of him, the apprentice, with his cute, deep, young voice, said, “Fuck me, daddies!”. My mind had been in a different space, not really thinking about cumming—but suddenly, I felt that my balls were about to explode. I yelled, “Fuuuuuck!” And Mike, realising what was about to happen, held my hips forward and my cock deep in the hole. My cock unleashed its usual flood of cum into the boy’s ass. I cum a lot… it always surprises anyone giving me a blow-job. I guess the boy could feel it pumping as his back tensed up a bit under my hands, and he let out a combination of a long moan and sigh.

Apologies for the long delay. ------- I gave myself a couple days of rest after the all-nighter in the basement, and concentrated on starting to spend my winnings on things I had always coveted as well as stuff I felt I would now need. However, I was soon starting to feel the itch, and so set about creating suitable profiles on various sites. In no time I was fielding a steady stream of interested guys coming by the flat, keeping my desires satiated with load after load up my rear end. I wasn't specific about what I was looking for, but many of the men took great pleasure in telling me to take their "dirty loads" as they filled me up. The fuck flu took longer to set in than I had maybe expected based on my research, but when it struck I holed myself up at home and allowed the change to take its course. What energy I had was spent answering questions from estate agents and lawyers as my house purchase proceeded, as well as setting up fucks for when I was feeling better again. Of course, I occasionally allowed guys to swing by and coat my insides with more charged seed, as long as they were up for it given the state I was in. Three weeks later I was back to normal, had confirmed my status at a clinic and got started on meds, and was now going through another major life change. I had bought a relatively remote newly-renovated house that was ready to move into straight away, so was already getting my relocation underway. Being as rich as I now was, I paid a gang of men to do all the work for me. Fortunately I noticed a biohazard tattoo on the leg of the most rugged of them while he was hoisting up a particularly heavy box, resulting in both him and me getting a bit of regular fun during their tea breaks. In addition to my status and living situation, I set about some appearance changes. I started working with a tattoo studio recommended by the rugged mover to sort out how to mark my body, agreeing some designs for my arms and chest as well as the font to use for the words on my buttocks, and getting the transformation underway in a number of sittings. I also got him to pierce my ears, and then bought in a load of chunky silver hoops and studs. I also excitedly received some of the orders I had placed early on, allowing me to adorn myself with the huge silver chains I had always secretly looked at on the internet but never gone anywhere with because of how averse to such things Rachel was. By the time everything had been delivered, I wore a near-kilo bracelet on each wrist and two kilos round my neck. Throwing off the mental shackles of my relationship with Rachel also extended to other aspects of my new life as a poz cumdump. My conservative haircut was out in favour of something a bit sexier, and I allowed myself to start smoking again having been forced to quit by her during university. The clothes I wore - when I bothered - got tighter, highlighting my increasingly muscled frame, and to complete the look I bought some leather accessories like cuffs, a collar, a harness and some seriously sexy boots. ------ About three months after my night in the basement, Ben texted me out of the blue to ask if I was up for helping him out with some clients. He was a bit vague about what sort of clients they were, but my role in assisting was clear. I would spend a long weekend at a country mansion tending to every sexual need the men had, refusing no loads and expecting nothing in return from any of them. Although my head told me I should be insulted about him expecting me to take on such a role despite having left the company, in my heart I knew I would say yes. A couple of weeks later a car came for me, with a bottle of champagne ready in a cooler in the back for me to enjoy on the drive out to somewhere in the Cotswolds. The driver had evidently been briefed beforehand, as he stopped a couple of times along the way to bang a load into me while I had a cigarette or two, which suited me just fine. As he dropped me off at a sizeable stone mansion, he patted my backside and told me he was looking forward to the drive back on the Monday. I made a mental note to see if wanted to be my regular driver. I was met at the door of the mansion by a young stud dressed as a butler, who showed me to a spacious and luxurious suite. In addition to a living area and main bedroom, there was a second bedroom fitted out for the sort of fun I had been drafted in for. A bed with various restraints attached and ready for use, a sturdy free-standing leather sling, a fuckbench (a personal favourite of mine), and numerous dispensers for lube and poppers. A little flutter went through me as I took in the room, imagining what might happen to me in there over the next few days. I returned to the living area and opened up an envelope that had been left for me on the table, giving me some basics about my stay. I was evidently free to roam around the building and make use of the gym, indoor pool and other facilities when I wasn't otherwise engaged. Any food and drink I desired would be brought to me on request, and other coded wording suggested I could also be provided with any other substances I wanted. A second page of notes provided me with the info I was really after: Welcome! This weekend you are to be the cumdump for a group of clients who will be staying here as part of a project we are all working on. Some of them are straight, some like a bit of everything, some are neg, others have declined to say. As you may have seen, we have set up a special room in your suite for this fun to take place in, but be ready to be called to other parts of the building and grounds if that is what our guests request. They all know that the lobby and the kitchen are off limits, but you will bend over wherever and whenever they want elsewhere. We will also be having a special group event on the Saturday night out in the stables, where you will be assisted by some of the other staff we have drafted in for the weekend. You will get more information on that earlier in the day, but we will make sure you have sufficient time to rest beforehand. In the meantime, please feel free to relax for a while before getting ready to start your duties from 6pm. Some guests may have specific requests for what they want you to wear, but otherwise you are free to dress however you feel comfortable. Ben After reading it through a couple of times, I decided to order a chicken salad and some more champagne, which arrived promptly and was delivered by yet another young stud in a valet's uniform. He licked his lips when he saw me, but I decided it was probably best to save any playing with the staff until late. Once I'd finished my food I had a cigarette out on the small balcony, and then chilled out on the enormous couch for a while and watched some TV. At 5pm, after another cigarette, I decided to get myself ready. After showering and thoroughly cleaning myself out, I donned my wide studded leather harness, a black leather jockstrap and my boots. I finished off with the huge chains and my chunkiest silver hoops, before taking in the view in the full-length mirror in the bedroom. Content that I looked the part, I headed out onto the balcony to enjoy the late afternoon sun and have a cigarette and some more champagne. As it turned out, from that vantage point I got a great view of various luxury cars turning up and guests arriving, many of whom also noticed me showing off their entertainment for the evening. I knew then that this was going to be a fun night.

[Moderator's Note: This story was edited so it uses the words HIV and AIDS correctly.] Note: This story is FICTION. It DID NOT HAPPEN. Enjoy ************************************************************************************************************************************ "I want to give you my HIV, now." The email was from, AIDSGftr, a new guy on BBRT. He had appeared just a couple of weeks earlier, and I noticed geo locator showed him to be just 300 feet from my place. I'd never emailed him, but thought he was hot: he was obviously sick, wasted, an AIDS belly, a few Kaposi's lesions. Looking at his pics made my asshole ache for his deadly cum. His profile said he had never been on meds, was recently diagnosed with AIDS and he got off on infecting neg bottoms. I was still neg, even after taking several loads I knew were high viral load, and, of course, having taken numerous anonymous loads. This guy looked to be my chance to take an AIDS load, to get the infection I craved. I knew there was a 1 in 70 chance of infection with each fuck from a regular high viral load poz top, and I wondered if taking a load from a guy who had been diagnosed as actually having AIDS would mean certain infection. I hammered out a reply and hit send. "Yes. Where?" "The big apartment building half a block east of you. Ground floor, corner unit, will be waiting in patio. Hurry." "On the way. Five minutes." I pulled on a coat and shoes, grabbed my keys and was out the door in less than a minute, cock rigid, oozing and about to blow. Was I really, at long last, about to take an AIDS load? It was 206 steps from my door to his patio. I made it in three minutes. He was waiting in the open door to his place, naked, hard cock jutting out, sipping on a beer. I walked up to him, he turned stepped aside and motioned me in. I stood looking as he smiled at me and stroked his cock. It was beautiful, long, thick, hard, perfectly formed - the perfect weapon to fill me with death cum and infect me with AIDS. He pointed at the back of a couch and set the beer down. "Bend over, pants down. You still neg?" I nodded and obeyed, my heart about to explode, and reached back to spread my cheeks. He looked disgusting, obviously very sick, but I needed his disease bad. To my shame I whimpered as I felt his cock smear precum on my hole. I getting HIV virus in me! "You want my HIV, my disease, you want that?" "Yes, god, yes, give it to me, give me your HIV!" "Oh, yeah bitch, gonna give it to you, gonna pump a load of my death cum in your guts, right now. I've infected three men that I know off, you'll be number four. You want that? You want my HIV?" "Yes, fuck yes. Please, give it to me, infect me now. Please infect me, give your HIV!" "Okey dokey, one more infected bugchaser, coming right up." He grunted and shoved hard, I squealed as his diseased cock slammed deep into my ass and he pumped away frantically. Four pumps and he shoved in hard and grunted into my ear "Fuck, bitch, fuck! Pozzing you, bitch, cumming in your ass, bitch, knocking you up, infecting you good! You gonna be one HIV infected dick sucker!" A warm flood filled my guts as he ejaculated. I convulsed with the hardest orgasm of my life. He humped into me spasmodically, gasping as he pumped his HIV-laden cum into my ass. My cock kept jerking and squirting and I wondered if I had been infected. Had he ripped me open when he shoved in without lube? I could feel my ass burning. Was I bleeding? If I was, his virus had a direct route into my bloodstream. Was this the time? Would I convert? I hoped so. We slid to the floor and lay flat, breathing hard. I wiped my ass with my hand and sniffed, then licked. Cum and ass juice, no red streaks. Was there a slight coppery taste? If I was bleeding there was no way he hadn't infected me. I bent over his crotch and swallowed his still hard cock. More cum, some ass juice. No taste of blood. He was ready very quickly. He flipped me over and spread my legs, dove in and licked and sucked my ass. I moaned as his tongue wormed up my newly pozzed hole, knowing he was about to mount me and pump another load of death deep in my guts. As he mounted me again, I groaned with pleasure, and this time he slid in with no trace of burn. My neg ass was well lubed by his poison cum. He pumped me slowly, pulling out and plunging in repeatedly, stroking deeply, not quite long enough to bump my sphincter but plenty thick enough to feel incredible. I moaned and fucked him back, eager for infection. "Fuck my neg ass, yeah, fuck, infect my neg ass, yeah, give me your HIV, infect me good. Do it, fuck me, pump me full of death cum! Give me HIV!" He slammed in hard, humping me deep and moaned "Fuck yeah, bitch, gonna poz you good you bugchasing bitch, gonna infect you good! Mmm, yeah, fuck yeah, bitch, gonna fuck you full of my HIV juice!" He slammed in hard and fast and held it deep. His cock pulsed and hot semen squirted into my guts. More toxic cum, more HIV pumped deep into me. "Fuck, bitch, yeah, you're getting it now, giving you my bug, bitch, giving you my HIV, bitch, you're one infected faggot now, giving you my HIV!" I lay back breathing hard, my asshole pleasantly sore, feeling his toxic semen ooze out of me. No more doubts. I wanted more. I wanted him to infect with HIV. I leaned over and swallowed his cock again, savoring the taste of semen and ass juice. Two poz loads in my guts - so far. I hoped he was up for more. Would I be infected with HIV before I left? He moaned and pushed me off his cock. I lay back and smiled, feeling his cum run out of my ass. Had he already infected me, or was that wishful thinking? "Damn, that was good, you're a hot piece of ass. I never fucked a man who begged for my death cum like you. That was hot, knowing you want to get infected from that fuck." "I do, I wanted poz cum in my butt, I want HIV in me, as much as I can get." "Well, you got some. I've been full blown for a while. My doctor warned me that if I had unprotected sex with a guy, I would likely infect him. Hope you're really okay with that." I was. There was no question what I wanted. "Yes, I am. I want your bug, I want you to infect me with HIV." "That's good, I'm gonna give it to you. You up for another fuck?" "Hell, yes! Let's make sure you infect me. Plus, that big dick of yours feels incredible in my ass." "Give me a minute, I'll breed you again. Mmm, do me a favor?" "Sure." "Don't fuck anybody but me until you test poz?" "Sure thing, as long as you keep pumping my guts full of your HIV, I'm your bitch. Anytime you want my ass, you got it." He fucked me twice more that night. I finally waddled home about 4:00 AM, my asshole raw, bleeding and leaking semen. In the next two weeks he screwed me at least once a day. My ass stayed raw, my shorts spotted with blood until I came down with the flu. When I was able he gave me a ride to the clinic. I was poz. Another dicksucker successfully infected with HIV.

I'm up for fun, prefer it rough and nasty. I love being used as a tran whore by studs x

Why not? Especially while partying. There's no better form of sex than raw man on man fucking

There was a reason the Unicorn didn't last a long time. It catered to only twinks and very young muscle guys. I remember going in in the mid 90's and as I guy in his mid 40's who though not a muscle god was trim and at least IMHO not too bad looking was made to feel very unwelcome by not only the clientele but the staff. Once Steamworks bought the place that changed immediately. Basically the entire staff was canned and everyone not matter, age, body type or any other trait was made to feel welcome.

I don't think cumming and breeding are at all the same thing. Any man on his own can cum, but only one man inside another man's ass can breed.

97 loads, mostly anon, as of 1/22/24. Year end goal is 1000. 737 loads in 2023. HMU you get to South Florida this year.

I've drank my own piss, and i loved it

Pt. 10 Exhausted and shocked by the way this morning had played out, I decided to just lie there and rest… although it was weird being tied up face down with the apprentice asleep on my back, his cock still buried inside me. This was a strange new experience. After a while, I heard some clanking near the pump shed, Mike closing up his toolbox, and the sound of his boots heading this way. He called out, “Oi!” But I wasn’t sure whether to me or the mad kid. Anyway, the boy started to wake, groggily mumbling, “Huh?’, and rolling off me to one side. I was so covered in cum from the huge bath of it he had given me from his ass earlier that where our bodies had been in contact while he slept peeled apart with a strange sticky-glue feeling. I must smell disgusting. “Show us his cunt”, Mike said. The boy ripped his cock out of me—amazingly, it felt still half hard—and got up. Seeing that I was about to roll over, he sat on my back, facing towards my feet, and I felt his hands roughly pull apart my ass cheeks. “Mmmm, gaping”, he said, still sounding sleepy. Nothing happened for a minute or two, as he just held my ass open… I wondered what Mike was doing. Just standing there looking, or what? Until I felt a hard stream of hot piss on my backside. After a second of splashing over me (and presumably partly over the kid), he got it aimed right, and I felt it gurgle into my open hole. Despite myself, and the feeling of being abused, it turned me on, and I felt my stupid cock starting to get hard against the grass under me. When the hard, high-pressure stream of piss stopped, I heard Mike zip up his pants. Speaking normally, he said, “I don’t have a seal the right size with me. Have to come back tomorrow.” The thought of seeing them again tomorrow was difficult to process. I didn’t reply. The boy got up, and I turned over to look at Mike, who glanced at my erection. He reached into a pocket and pulled out a knife - opened it, and reached down and cut the tie on my ankles. “Sit up, man”, he directed in his strong, calm way. As I pulled myself up a bit he reached the tie on my wrists and cut that as well. My body ached inside and out; I was naked except for my boots and covered in second-hand cum from who knows what guys, with piss leaking out of my ass. “Come on, we’ll be late.” Mike said to the apprentice, and they walked away towards their truck. As I got up and started stumbling after, towards the house, I heard them talking: Mike: “We should bring the Tradie’s Club out here next month, so you don’t have to take all the pounding on your own.” The kid laughed and said, “Yeah - that would be hot. I can use his messy hole after.” As I walked up the steps and looked back, I saw the boy throw his singlet and shorts in the back of the truck, and he climbed into the passenger seat naked. Farout. This young guy was just something else.

Great story - once that cock is in there the bottom has just got to feel that load shoot inside!

just updating 😅