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My husband is very demanding when it comes to sex between us. He only wants to jerk off together. Have sex together. And he’s very vanilla. I need sex more often and with others. I get bored with one partner. I love him but the control is too much. So today I made up a story to get away from my husband after work today. Met up with a bud off of grinder and stopped by his place. Had an hour or so since I canceled a meeting with a client even though my husband thought everything was on schedule. Met the guy, walked in and we made out. As soon as we got our clothes off we started sniffing the poppers and blowing each other. Could barely keep our hands off each other. We made out and played with each other like animals before he finally slid his raw cock into me. He fucked me doggy at first then reverse cowgirl. I flipped around and fucked him for a bit doggy and he rode my dick. Finally he went back to fucking me doggy and got close and bred me. I could feel as he pumped about 10 shots into my hole. After he came, he started licking my nipples to help me cum, one of my biggest turn ons. I shot my load all over both of us. We got dressed and I called my husband on the way to the store, keeping my buddy’s load in me the whole time. When I got home, I kissed my husband with dick breath and I let my husband breed me. He wondered why I was so wet, but I went to the bathroom before we fucked and told him I lubed myself up for him. My husband is very vanilla and likes to “make love,” so it’s so hot knowing I have someone else’s seed in me as his raw dick is inside me. He has no clue what I’ve been up to while he’s working. He goes away for a few days at the end of the week. I’m gonna see how many loads I can take while he’s gone.

An Accusation The day after Jeffrey fucked Matt is much like any other day. Matt gets up, goes for a run, and goes to work. Matt is really conflicted all day. Matt knows it was risky to let Jeffrey fuck him bareback and cum in his ass. Matt also knows how turned on he was when he let the other bottom cum inside him. Matt has been horny all day thinking about Jeffrey fucking him and breeding him. Matt looks over at his computer desk and remembers thinking that he should have made Jeffrey wear a condom. He knew Jeffrey hadn’t been tested in almost a year, but Matt gave it up bareback anyway. Matt feels his ass and strokes his cock as he remembers how it felt taking Jeffrey’s bare cock as it slipped in his ass. Matt knows he should be more careful, but it turns him on to get fucked bareback. Matt wonders if he should go get tested soon. He knows letting another bareback bottom cum inside him could mean he was exposed to HIV or other STIs. Matt keeps stroking his hard cock and slips a finger in his ass. He is jerking off wondering if he will let the next guy fuck him bareback too. Matt is thinking about who the next guy might be – Paul, a college boy, a friend, a guy from the bar, a guy in the park, a guy he meets online. It could be anyone. FUCK! Matt cums. He pulls his fingers from his ass, releases his cock, and hops in the shower to clean off. In the shower, Matt is feeling anxious – why was he so turned on by Jeffrey fucking him bareback? Why was he so ready to let other men fucking him without condoms? – he knows how risky it is. Then he thinks about how much better it feels when the cock is in him skin on skin; how much smoother the fuck is. He is getting hard again thinking about it. The buzzer rings! Matt curses. He is in the shower, wet with a hardon. He thinks, maybe its one of the college boys he’s been letting fuck his ass. Excited, Matt hops out of the shower, wraps a towel around his waist and pads carefully to the buzzer. The buzzer goes off again before Matt can reach it. He is jarred by the noise and answers before drying off completely. He is surprised. It is the police asking for him by name and asking to be let in. Matt is surprised and his mind floods with possibilities – is his family ok, did he do anything wrong, and his heart beats faster as his stomach drops. There is a serious knock on his door. Matt, still in only a towel, dripping wet, answers the door. There are two policemen – a younger man and a slightly older man both in police uniforms. Matt says hello but before he can say anything else the younger policeman interrupts him. He asks for Matt by name and Matt says it is him. The younger officer says they received complaints of illegal activities on the premises. Matt is stunned. Before he can ask which activities, the younger officer continues. Matt listens as the policeman says they received many complaints about Matt receiving guests at all hours of the night, doors slamming, buzzers, drunk and high people in the hallways and calling his name from outside, and other noise complaints from Matt’s apartment. All these complains lead the police to believe that Matt is dealing drugs. The policeman says that dealing drugs is illegal and there are serious consequences for this illegal activity. Matt is stunned into silence. The officers can see Matt’s surprise. Matt stammers, almost chokes out, a response that it is not true. Matt insists as best he can that it isn’t true – he doesn’t deal drugs. He doesn’t do anything of the kind. The younger officer looks angrier as Matt keeps talking. The older officer says, if Matt consents to have his apartment searched right now, that this can all be put to rest. Matt knows this sounds wrong – letting the police in his apartment - and that he shouldn’t do it; but he feels stunned. Matt’s mind also races – could there be anything in the apartment that can get him in trouble. Matt is a clean freak so he knows he hasn’t found anything since one of the college boys left a baggie of weed a few weeks ago that Matt gave to Paul. Matt remembers to ask for something, but he is so nervous he can’t remember what it is. Matt says, don’t you need a piece of paper or something to search the place? The senior officer smiles and says, we would need a warrant to search your apartment but only if you refuse a voluntary search. We can quickly set this business of illegal drugs aside if you agree to a let us do a search. Matt anxiously agrees. The older policeman uses his radio to call in saying Matt has agreed to a voluntary search. He looks at Matt and says, “Thank you for agreeing to this search. Let’s put this matter to rest.” Matt nods his head and steps aside. The senior officer goes over to Matt’s desk and searches his desk drawers, feels under the drawers, looks around the desk and in a few bags. The younger officer goes to Matt’s closet and searches every pocket, shoe, bag and box; searches the bed, under it, and in each item under the bed. The senior officer is now sitting in Matt’s desk chair watching his partner search. The senior officer is watching Matt too. Matt is still damp and in his towel. The senior officer feels certain that there are no drugs in this place. He knew pretty much as soon as he saw the anxious, clean cut twink shaking as he answered the door that there were no drugs here. The younger officer is thorough. If there are drugs here, he will find them. He is in the kitchen now, searching every box of food. The senior officer thinks this will take another 10 minutes or so because it is not easy to conceal much in cheap studios like this one. The senior officer has been stationed at this precinct twice in his career – once at the beginning of his career and after 5 years in a rougher part of the city he is glad to be back. He remembers when these buildings were a dump, but the gays moved in and turned the neighborhood around. “The gays,” how funny the senior officer thinks the term is since it applies to him. The senior officer is a good looking man in edging 40. His hairline is receding, he has a pleasant and athletic face, and a body of a man who continues to work out. The officer tried dating men his own age, but it is isn’t easy with so many men in his age group dying in the last decade or so. HIV has ravaged the community. Luckily for this officer, there is a new batch of gay boys in the neighborhood willing to give it up for a 9 inch cock. He loves how they squirm. The older officer is thinking of this as he reopens one of Matt’s desk drawers – he sees the lube on top, a couple toys, and underneath the lube and toys are variety of condoms. Out of instinct, he re-checks the trash can which has some papers and other items in it but no condom wrappers. The officer smiles. Almost every bottom the officer has fucked in the last 10 years has asked him to wear a condom. Recently though, a few of the young ones are less careful. He’s been able to dump his load in a few horny college boys in the last two years. The officer’s dick starts to plump as he remembers how good it feels to have a young ass wrapped on his cock without a barrier between them. The officer looks at Matt carefully again and thinks he has figured out Matt’s late night popularity. Matt looks scared and the officer thinks that while Matt isn’t stupid; he’s not exactly street smart either. He is sexy though – tight runners body, fresh haircut, clean shaved face, and the towel he is wearing doesn’t hide his tight, high ass. The officer is woken from his gaze by his partner saying that he is done searching the apartment. The officers stand together and thank Matt for his cooperation. The senior officer says, “Matt, thank you for letting us search the apartment. We did not find any drugs. However, can you explain all the late night activity to me?” Matt is anxious again, but he asks when the complaints happened. The younger officer pulls a notepad, flips a few flimsy pages and says, “The complaints began January and picked up in March and April.” At this point senior officer puts a hand up and says, “I have been doing this work for decades. This is a lively neighborhood. There are a dozen bars just a couple blocks away. This many and the variety of the complaints are not just a fun loving, young man enjoying life. What is going on in this apartment?” Matt bites his lip and rubs his sweaty hands on his legs. He decides a little bit of truth can’t hurt. “I’ve been exploring my freedom a bit too much I guess. I come from a conservative hometown and this community….well….uh…it’s given me a freedom. And….um…..I’ve met a lot of good guys.” Matt pauses. He looks at the officers, sees the older man looking back at him and there is a flicker of understanding on his face. Seeing that understanding on his face Matt continues, “And I have had guys back to my apartment to have sex. I hadn’t realized how noisy we were downstairs or in the hallways. I apologize for the noise in the public areas. I guess I also hadn’t realized how often it was happening. It doesn’t feel that often when you are doing it.” The officers look at each other, step back, and the senior officer says something to the junior officer. The younger officer nods and turns to Matt saying, “Thank you for letting us do the search.” The younger officer turns and leaves the apartment. The remaining officer asks Matt to sit down. The policeman sits back down at Matt’s desk. Matt sits on the bed facing Mr. Donald. Matt is nervous and wonders why the policeman is still in his apartment. He starts explaining more about the noise. The officer is almost going to let the nervous twink keep babbling, but he has heard enough. The sexy boy is just having a slut phase. However, the officer can’t help himself. He wants to let the sexy twink squirm a bit and wants to test his hunch about Matt. He opens the desk drawer with the condoms, toys, and lube and says, “Matt for a guy having sex with a lot of guys, your story isn’t adding up. The most recent noise complaints were from last night. I see lube, unopened condoms, and toys here; but I don’t see any used condoms in the garbage. Even if you flushed the condoms, there would be opened condom wrappers in the garbage can. If your story was true, wouldn’t there be at least a few open condom wrappers around?” Matt blushes deep red. He is so embarrassed. He looks down at his hands and says, “Not if we didn’t use condoms. That’s why there aren’t any open condom wrappers in the garbage.” Matt doesn’t see the officer’s smile. The officer now tests the hunch that Matt is a bottom boy. While feigning concern, he asks, “Matt are you telling me that you let men fuck you bareback?” Matt says, “Yes.” The officer’s cock plumps almost all the way hearing the shy affirmative response. The officer moves from the desk chair and sits next to Matt on the bed. He says, “Matt, I’m going to say a few things to you. I’ve been around a long time. As a top, I totally understand. It feels so much better when a bottom lets me slip in him bareback. I just haven’t done it very often because so many people have gotten sick.” Matt feels the officer’s arm on his bare shoulder and hears the non-judgmental honest words. Still embarrassed Matt offers, “I was always so careful, but then one night I went home with a guy, and it just slipped in bareback. We should have stopped and used a condom, but I was drunk, and it felt so amazing that I told the guy to keep fucking me. I tried for a while to use condoms, but it just feels so much better bareback that it’s hard to resist.” Matt is getting really turned on telling the story. The officer rubs Matt’s shoulder as he listens to him. He says, “You know it isn’t safe for you right? As the bottom it is riskier for you to get fucked bareback than it is for the top fucking you bareback. Are you doing this with one man or with a few?” Matt sheepishly looks at the policeman, who is looking at him with genuine concern and Matt responds, “I have done it with a few guys. But I try to only take it bareback from guys who show me their test results.” The officer rubs Matt’s bare shoulders and says, “You’re right Matt. It is hard to resist. I like it when a bottom lets his inhibitions go and gives in to a bareback fuck. I get so turned on when that happens. Too bad more bottoms aren’t like you.” Matt looks at the policeman and sees the understanding, but also sees something else – a hunger. He knows that look. This officer wants him. Matt spreads his legs a bit and says, “Is it slutty of me to let guys fuck me bareback?” The officer sees the twink is now in heat, he slides his hand up Matt’s thigh and leans in to kiss him. Matt kisses the man back and feels his body under the uniform shirt. Matt feels himself laying back on the bed and the other man on top of him as they make out. The officer rubs his 9” cock on Matt’s bulge. He looks down at the twink and Matt unwraps the towel. The policeman gets up, starts taking off his shirt and says, “We gotta be quick.” Matt strokes his hard cock as he lays naked on his bed. He grabs the lube from the drawer, leaving the condoms still unopened and unused. Matt hands officer the lube and sits back on the bed. The officer applies the lube to his 9” cock. Matt sees how big it is and can’t wait to have that cock inside him. The officer pushes Matt back on the bed and lifts his legs. Matt watches as the big cock lines up to his ass. His new top expertly dribbles more lube on Matt’s hole. Matt wonders when the policeman was last tested. He has been so good about asking guys – until last night. But as the cock slides inside Matt’s ass; he forgets all about his question. Matt moans and adjusts as the cock invades his unprotected ass. The policeman comes in for a kiss and asks, “Do you let guys cum in your ass?” Matt’s ass is spreading for this man’s cock. Matt knows almost nothing about this man. Matt admits, “Yes, I love when men cum in me.” The policeman kisses Matt aggressively and starts sliding his cock back out. “Oh fuck that feels good,” Matt says as the cock slides back in his ass. Matt is loving how this cock is opening him up. He is moaning as the policeman rests his cock in Matt’s ass. Matt feels the cock pull out and slide back in. It feels so good bareback. The officer can’t resist playing with the twink’s mind and he says, “You don’t know me. You should really be asking me to wear one of the condoms in your drawer.” Matt keeps moaning and says, “I don’t want to use a condom.” The officer says, “Good bottom boy” and starts picking up the pace of his fuck. He says, “You ass feels so good. I am going to breed you soon.” Matt says, “Fuck yeah.” The policeman picks up the pace of the fuck some more, knowing he needs to hurry. This twink could be his son and he’s giving up his ass bareback; practically begging for it bareback. The officer smiles again at Matt and says, “Beg for my load.” Matt looks up at the man he just met less than an hour ago and says, “Breed me. Cum in my ass. I want your load. Please cum in me.” The policeman grabs Matt’s body, holds on tight and his cock explodes inside Matt’s unprotected ass. After a minute to catch his breath, the officer pulls his cock out of Matt’s ass. He slaps Matt’s ass and goes to the bathroom to clean up. When he comes out, Matt is still naked stroking his cock lightly. The officer gets dressed and says, “You can get fucked all you want. Take as much cum as you want. Just be discreet and not so noisy.” Matt says, “You have a great cock. I hope we can fuck again.” The policeman smiles at Matt and says, “You are a sexy slut. I bet if I got hard again right now, you’d ride my cock and milk another load out of me.” Matt gets off the bed and says, “Yup.” He rubs the man’s cock through his pants. The officer gently removes Matt’s hand and says, “Naughty twink.” He kisses Matt and says, “I have to go.” The police officer leaves Matt’s apartment. Matt realizes that he never asked the police officer whether he was positive or negative. Matt has always asked men that question before. Matt is stroking his hard cock thinking about the unknown load in his unprotected ass. As he does, his phone rings and it is one of his friends calling about the police car outside his apartment. Matt tells him about the search and drug dealing accusation. As Matt absentmindedly rubs his fingers on his freshly fucked ass, he tells his friend it was just a big misunderstanding and he worked it out with the police.

Just got back from a sniffies meet. He hit me up around 7 tonight and said if I want to have some fun. Looking at his pics a nice looking blackguy with a great cock. I texted him that he was really close by then saw his position move around. He said he was shopping at a home depot. He asked if i host. I said i dont. He asked to meet him at home depot parking lot since we were close. I saw his was moving back to the store. I jumped in the shower to clean fast inside the headed over. Got to the parking lot he told me lifted gray suburban suv at the back corner. I told him my car and as i was slowly driving i heard a beep as he waved to me. I parked next to him and he said jump in. So i did. I got in and we did our intros and said i dont live far and said ill take you home. We both chuckled. He put his hands on my leg and rubbed it to my bulge in my pants. He ask to see my cock so i slipped my sweats down as he grab my hard cock. He then opened his pants and pulled out a nice very black cock. I don't know why but i quickly got up over the console and started to suck his cock. He said wow boy, i didn't think you would be that fast. Your a horny white boy aren't you. I sucked and he moved the seat back. Thank god for tinted widows i wasn't thinking. As i was sucking he rubbed my ass and felt a finger going in my hole as he moved it around. I moaned a little as i was sucking. He said i need to get home. He started the truck and said keep sucking as we drove off. I kept sucking as he was driving for a little then he said stop so we dont crash. We got to his place. Small house and we parked. I asked anyone here he said maybe a friend. We got our pants adjusted and he led me into his place. I walked in and he pointed to a door and said go in there and strip. I opened the door and stripped and sat on the bed. I heard talking and him and his friend came in. His friend black and younger looked at me and said you do like the white boys to him. They stripped and came over to me pushed me on my back. His friend wasted no time to suck my cock. Then my new friend climbed on and said suck me like you did. So i grabbed his cock and sucked him and squeezed his balls as i sucked. A few minutes later both move off the bed and turned me over. They both told me to get my ass up so i got on all fours as one got to my head to suck and felt something get wiped on my hole. I felt my hole get stretched as he shoved his cock in me slowly then a big push and my head slammed into theothers crouch. He started to pump hard and fast pulling my hips to go deeper. I got my breath back after that thrust and was able to suck his friends cock. Got a good load at both ends. We got dressed had a beer then driven back to my car.

I remembered two things. This was all being filmed and I could send it to my west coast chaser to drive him even more insane. Chances were his drive to have me gift poz him would cloud his memory that when I did breed him it was a fake biohazard tattoo. I definitely wanted what I would next say recorded. "Zack you are 18. Until tonight you hadn't even sucked a cock. Now you've already been bareback fucked by a guy you hadn't even met before and his load is marinating in your ass. Don't you think you're moving a little fast?" "I'm eighteen, I'm supposed to be fuckin irresponsible. Fuck me. Breed me." "But Zack. You're not on PreP. " "Fuck PreP. Fuck condoms. I don't give a fuck what they said in sex Ed. They just didn't want me to have fun and pleasure. " Me again; "But I could knock you up Zack. I could infect you. Your first night of sex and you could have to live with it for the rest of your life. " Zack; "Yeah, yeah, exactly, that's what I want. That's what I need. I need a video of my first sex. Blow jobs, condom to bb fucking, getting bred and pozzed. Everyone that sees it knowing I’m 'no holes bared Zack!' I'm not leaving 'til I've been fucked and bred by all three of you. So let me come mount your beautiful big raw cock." I sat on the couch as he mounted my naked cock. As he did so I warned him one more time. "Zack ... Zack!" I pulled his head down and in for a kiss as he pushed down 'til I was balls deep. "Zack, do I have your attention?" "Fuck yeah daddy. Your big raw toxic cock balls deep in my unprotected negative til tonight virgin ass. Yeah I'd say you have my full attention." Frustration and excitement mixed in my voice; "This is your last chance to get off my poz canon. 'Cause after that I don't stop. I don't pull out. I will breed you poz!" "Fuck yeah daddy. Fuckin poz me up!" I've mentioned before, I'm way more a bottom than verse. So I don't lay on a very good fuck. In fact Zack was lucky I didn't blow my wad as he pushed on down. But I certainly blew the moment I heard the words 'poz me up'. My flesh canon blasted shot after shot up through Zack's ass and into his vulnerable guts. I was immediately aware of how disappointed I was that I wasn't really shooting positive ammunition into my prey. The poz friend needed no encouragement and gave no warnings. My sloppy cock was no sooner out than his huge snake was finding it's way in. Zack was clearly struggling but all he said was; "Yeah. Push it in. Rip my ass apart. Fuck me raw. Then your poz babies can get right into my blood. Claim me! Fuck me! Bleed me! Poz me!" It was one of the most intense fuckin poundings I had ever seen. The neck and shoulders of the poz guy just got darker and darker, redder and redder until he went into spasms, his huge cock drilled into Zack as deep as it could go. I could imagine I saw the firery load blasting into Zack, a huge radioactive infusion of every square inch of his vulnerable guts. Instant HIV infection the kids first 'night out '. Jeff had slid into me as we watched the pozzing fuck. I was getting a pretty damn good ride myself. The intensity of the drilling my ass received increased with the speed the colour changed for the poz guy's upper body. The moment the poz guy began convulsions, Jeff blasted in me, yelling "pozzing him! Breeding the virgin! Breeding him poz! Fuckin A, fawkin A, f'n A" You'd have thought he was cheering on a game winning goal. Thing was though, I knew what he felt. It was so fuckin exciting watching a literal virgin beg for and get impregnated Poz! I knew instantly I wanted, ... no, I needed a similar video of me knocking up Jeff, maybe even the young chaser from Scruff after I tortured him significantly with the 'pozzing of Jeff ' video. ... to be continued

Patient 2: Dario It started out with a cough. At first, Dario thought it was a cold that just wouldn’t go away. But when it lasted through the winter and well into the spring, he began to get worried. He felt tired almost all the time. He could barely make it through a workout without feeling out of breath. He tried going to the hospital, but they dismissed his symptoms without a second glance. “It’s probably allergies,” said the nurse. “Take some Benadryl and you’ll be fine.” He didn’t tell them his real fear. The fear that he’d been carrying with him the last couple of years, ever since he’d first heard about the gay plague that was terrorizing his community. Could it be true? Could he have AIDS? He’d been careful, he tried to reassure himself. He’d been a strict condom user ever since he’d first gotten his hands on that pamphlet. He had even volunteered for Gay Men’s Health Crisis back in New York, working the hotline to chat with worried men who were afraid they might be the next ones to be infected. It was impossible. He couldn’t have the virus. And yet his health continued to decline. He began losing weight, which got him more attention at the baths but did nothing to quell his concern. He left San Francisco, moving back in with his old roommate Jeff in New York City. He could hardly recall the passion that had led him to leave the city in the first place–all he wanted now was the comfort of home. Jeff welcomed him back with open arms, but he too grew concerned as he saw Dario getting sicker and sicker. “You need to go and get tested,” he said one day. It was early spring, 1985, and the city had yet to shed the chill of winter. “They can test for it now. Better to have the answer, right?” He put his hand on Dario’s shoulder. “I can go with you if you want.” “I’m fine,” said Dario. Unfortunately, he was betrayed at that particular moment by an especially harsh fit of coughing. “That’s it." Jeff stood up and held out his hand, looking at Dario like he wouldn’t take no for an answer. “I’m taking you there right now.” As they sat in the waiting room waiting for Dario’s test results, the sight of the other patients made him feel even worse. Some of the men were almost skin and bones, with that terrible wasted look. One of them even had a purple splotch on the back of his hand. He noticed Dario looking at him and covered it with his sleeve. Dario looked away. “Dario Badalejo?” called a nurse. He stood weakly. Jeff squeezed his hand. “Come with me,” she beckoned him. The look on her face told him everything he needed to know. ____________________________________________________________________________ “I don’t understand,” said Jeff. “How could he have AIDS? He always uses a condom. That’s supposed to keep him safe. You said it would keep him safe!” The nurse shook her head. “Condoms aren’t foolproof. And if you’re the receptive partner, you’re a lot more likely to get AIDS. Especially if your partner is uncircumcised.” Dario laughed weakly. “First you’re shaming me for being a bottom, now you’re shaming me for loving uncut cock?” “I’m not-” “I’m never going to be able to have sex again, am I?” he asked. She shook her head. “It’s not a good idea. Not until they find a cure, or at least a treatment.” His stomach sank. He felt like he was going to be sick. “What’s the treatment plan?” asked Jeff. “We can treat the symptoms, but not much else,” said the nurse. “I’m sorry.” Jeff stood up. “This is bullshit.” He turned to Dario and grabbed his hand. “Come on. I’m taking you home.” Dario spent the next few days in bed, not from illness, but from grief. Despite his vigilance, despite how careful he’d been, he still got the virus. How could he have AIDS? What would happen to him? Would he die? He felt terrified and numb. Shame threatened to overwhelm him. His mother had been right after all. This was a lonely life. What of the men he’d been with over the last couple of years? Had he passed the virus onto them? All that time being careful, and for what? His sex drive had come back to haunt him in more ways than one. It was at that moment that he promised if he made it out of this, he would never have sex again. And then he got horny. It started about a week after his diagnosis. He woke up in the middle of the night sweating bullets, his cock hard as a rock. He’d been dreaming about getting fucked by a man. He couldn’t remember his face, but he could see his body crystal clear in his mind. Wasted. Veiny. Covered head-to-toe in purple lesions. It was horrifying, but somehow thrilling at the same time. Even now, his cock wouldn’t go down. He tossed and turned, trying to will himself back to sleep, but the lust was too much for him. He lay on his stomach and jerked his cock against the bed, rutting until he exploded with a loud cry. He awoke in the morning with his stomach glued to his bedsheets. His seed was hard and crusty on the sheets, full of his poison. He felt the shame overwhelm him as he remembered his dream. Why did that man turn him on? He should be repulsed, not aroused. As he washed the cum off of him in the shower, he conceded that jerking off was probably the most harmless way to deal with the lust he was feeling. At least that way he wasn’t harming anybody else. As long as he made sure to do his own laundry–he would hate to think of infecting Jeff and exposing him to this nightmare. Pretty soon, however, even jerking off began to get out of hand. He was waking up nightly in a sweat, his dreams filled with pale, wasted men and veiny cocks. But the worst were the dreams in which he was the wasted one, his brown skin pale and mottled as he preyed upon some unsuspecting young man. He couldn’t deny it, the idea of fucking another person, knowing that he had AIDS, made him hard. In fact, if he was being honest with himself, there was something about knowing he was positive and fucking someone anyway that turned him on. He had never been much of a top, always preferring to be the one getting fucked. Now there was a new desire in him, a desire to breed, to pass on what had been given to him, to give this curse to someone else. But that was all just fantasy. He wouldn’t actually have sex with someone, even with a condom. After all, condoms hadn’t protected him. He couldn’t count on them to protect anyone else. But what could he do? He couldn’t take this horniness for much longer. He had to do something to ease the tension and get the release he so desperately needed. After careful consideration, Dario decided to return to the baths. He definitely wasn’t going to have sex with anyone, but he decided that watching other people have sex would be okay. No one ever gave someone AIDS by being a voyeur, right? Of course, he couldn’t tell any of his friends there about his diagnosis, or else they wouldn’t even let him past the front door. He would have to pretend that nothing was wrong. “I’m going for a walk,” he told Jeff one evening after work. “Want me to come with you?” He shook his head. “I just need some time alone. Thanks though.” He felt bad lying to Jeff. His friend had been so good to him, staying by his side even through his diagnosis. But he needed release. He could control himself, he was sure of it. The second he stepped into the bathhouse, he was hard as a rock. He hadn’t been around a naked man in so long. It was summertime again, and the baths were filled with muscular men, daddies, and bears showing off their tanned bodies. He checked his clothes into a locker and wrapped himself in a fluffy white towel, heading to the pool to relax. A group of men lounged naked in the shallow end, their cocks floating in the water as they leaned back against the rim of the pool. One hairy older man stood in the corner, moaning as a slim younger guy sucked him with vigor. Dario sat on the edge of the deep end, away from the rest of the people. He wanted to ditch the towel and start stroking his cock, but he was self-conscious about drawing attention to himself. Better to take his time and ease into it. He lay back, closed his eyes, and listened to the sound of laughter, moaning, and grunting that floated through the air around him. Mindlessly, his hand slipped under his towel as he began to rub himself. The sensation of water dripping on his face snapped him back to attention. He opened his eyes to see an older man standing over him, the water from the pool falling down his naked body and dripping off the end of his cock. He had a thick cock with a light pink head, which sat nestled in a pair of large, hairy balls. He was looking down at Dario with a smirk on his face. “Mind if I join you?” Not waiting for an answer, he sat down next to Dario, leaning against one hand to display his naked body to him. Although the man was at least in his late 50s, he was in remarkably good shape. Dario had always had a thing for daddies, and this man was like something out of a dream. His skin was tan and mostly tight against his body, which you rarely saw on older guys. He had a bit of a pouch on his stomach, but the hair on his chest and stomach just made it look even sexier. Dario’s jaw dropped slightly as he took in every inch of the man. The guy laughed. “You know, if you take a picture, it’ll last longer.” “S-sorry.” “You new to the baths?” He shook his head. “I just… haven’t been in a while.” “Ah,” said the guy. “I feel like I’m crawling the walls if I’m away for even more than a week.” The guy put his hand on Dario’s leg, sliding it slowly underneath the towel. “You should get more comfortable. It’s all right–I won’t bite.” Dario bit his lip as the man undid the towel and let it fall away. His dick was rock hard and pointed straight up. The man laughed. “Nice cock,” he said as he wrapped his fingers around it. Dario moaned as the man slid his foreskin up and down. A little bit of precum dribbled out of the head. He gasped in surprise when the man leaned down and took the head of his dick into his mouth. “Fuck,” he whispered. The man’s tongue felt so good on his dick. He hadn’t felt a mouth on his dick in forever. It felt better than sin. He was sure he was about to burst when the man released his cock and sat up, grinning. “Yummy,” he said, savoring the taste of Dario’s precum on his tongue. “You want to come to my room? I’d love to get inside that hole.” He reached his hand under Dario’s cock, sliding his fingers along his taint and towards his hole. Dario wanted to give in, wanted to let the man fuck him, virus be damned. But he saw Jeff’s face in his mind. What would his friend think of him now? He scrambled to his feet, his heart racing. “I’m sorry. I gotta go.” He wrapped his towel around his waist and hurried back towards the front. He didn’t look back at the man, too scared about how close he’d come to breaking his vow. He’d barely been at the baths an hour before he’d almost had sex with someone! Sure, maybe they would have used a condom, but he’d agreed he wouldn’t even allow himself to do that. So much for willpower. He stayed away from the baths for the next couple of weeks, convinced that his little experiment was a colossal failure. But his horniness was only getting worse. His dreams, which before had featured faceless men with wasted bodies, were now filled with the old man from the baths. He dreamt about fucking him, about riding his cock and spraying his seed all over the man’s chest. He dreamt about cumming deep inside the man, staring in his eyes as he delivered what he knew would be a killing blow. The shame became unbearable–how could he condemn another person to what he was going through? He couldn’t do it, no matter how horny he became. Then came that fateful day a few weeks later. The summer was almost over, as July had come and gone and they were well into August. He was sitting on the couch channel surfing with Jeff when they landed on a report from the local news station. “Rising cases of AIDS and the closure late last year of San Francisco bathhouses has led local health officials to call for the New York State Public Health Council to close gay bathhouses, bars, and clubs in an effort to stop the spread of the disease,” said the reporter. “Good.” Jeff frowned. “I know it’s a blow to our community, but I just can’t fathom why some people would be so reckless. Don’t they know what they’re doing to themselves?” “We spoke with local congressman Ed Green to hear his thoughts on the epidemic and whether the city should take the step of closing down these facilities.” The man’s face that came on the screen nearly caused Dario’s brain to short-circuit. “I don’t give a lick whether they close these facilities or not,” said the man. “Go ahead and keep them open. These degenerates brought all this nonsense on themselves. As far as I’m concerned, the less of them the better.” “What a fucking asshole!” Jeff grabbed the remote and turned off the TV. He threw it against the couch. “I can’t believe people like him even exist.” Dario could. After all, he’d almost fucked him at the bathhouse just a few weeks ago. He’d been wearing a suit on TV, but Dario would recognize that face anywhere. “You know what?” Jeff asked. He turned towards him, his voice raising with anger. “It’s people like him that deserve this virus. Not us. I hope you get AIDS, Ed Green.” Dario blinked in surprise. “I’ve never known you to be so vindictive.” “Am I wrong? The guy’s reprehensible!” Then something clicked in his head. It was too horrible to even consider–or was it? “What if he did?” he asked. “What if he did get AIDS?” “Good.” Jeff scoffed. “He can rot for all I care.” The image of Ed’s naked body growing thin and wasted popped into Dario’s brain. He was getting hard again, aroused at the idea of spreading the virus to someone who truly deserved it. Jeff was right–if anybody deserved AIDS, it was this guy. Maybe Dario wasn’t a victim of fate. Maybe he was an agent of it. He went back to the bathhouse every night that week, keeping his eyes peeled for Congressman Ed Green. He no longer had any fear of giving in to temptation and fucking someone else. Now that he had a target, he was a man on a mission. It was easy to avoid the flirty gazes and wandering hands of the patrons at the baths. He was saving his load for someone special. It was late one Saturday night when he finally saw him. He walked into the pool room a little after midnight, a towel wrapped around his waist. Even through the towel, you could see the outline of his dick. God, what Dario wouldn’t give to feel it in his ass. But he wasn’t here to bottom. The only way to be sure of spreading the virus was to cum inside the man. Dario watched as the congressman slipped off his towel and waded into the water. He slipped in behind him, his heart racing as he slowly approached his prey. Ed turned and saw Dario, then smiled. “Well, hello again.” Even with what he knew about the man, his deep, sexy voice still made Dario weak in the knees. “Fancy seeing you here.” “Haven’t seen you in a while,” said Ed. “Figured I scared you off last time.” Dario shook his head. “I wasn’t scared of you.” Ed raised an eyebrow. “Oh?” Dario slid his hand under the water and squeezed Ed’s cock. “I was scared of this.” Ed moaned. He put his hand on Dario’s ass, pulling him in closer. “I’ve never had one so big,” Dario continued. “I guess I just got scared.” “You don’t need to be scared, baby.” Ed grabbed the back of Dario’s head and pulled him in gently. “I told you–I don’t bite.” He kissed Dario, his tongue working its way into Dario’s mouth and opening him up. Dario continued stroking his cock, feeling it grow into full hardness under the water. The older man’s hands were squeezing his ass, then lifting him until his legs were wrapped around the man’s waist. Ed pinned him against the edge of the pool, kissing him deeply as he rubbed his cock up against his hole. “I want you,” Ed whispered in his ear. “Let me fuck you.” “Only if you let me return the favor.” Ed pulled back, a frown on his face. “I don’t get fucked.” Dario kissed his neck. “You don’t know what you’re missing. Trust me, the best tops are guys who like to bottom. I’ll take it slow, I promise.” Ed let go of him. “Forget it.” Dario felt the panic rising in his chest as the older man started to move away. He had to give him the virus, one way or another. He grabbed Ed’s hand. “Okay. Okay, fair enough. Just thought I’d try to get a shot at that beautiful ass.” Ed smirked. “Can’t blame you for trying.” He pulled Dario toward the edge of the water. “Come on. I have a room here.” He led Dario past the other patrons talking and fondling each other in the hallway and took him towards a room in the back. It was bare and cramped, with nothing but a rectangular mirror glued behind a cot. Ed sat down on the cot with his back against the wall and spread his legs, letting his half-hard cock flop down and hang in front of those delicious-looking balls. Dario dropped to his knees. He stuck his nose in the sweaty crevice between the man’s sack and his leg. Fuck, he loved the smell of man musk and chlorine. He took one of the hairy balls in his mouth and started sucking on it. “Fuck,” Ed moaned. He put his hands behind his head, relaxing as Dario slid his cock into his mouth. Dario was feeling cock-drunk as he worshipped the man’s shaft. It had been so long since he’d been able to enjoy another man’s body, and he wanted to savor every minute of it. He knew he should be figuring out a way to get the old man to bottom for him, but he was too caught up in fellating him. How could he have ever thought he could go the rest of his life without having sex with a man again? This was fucking heaven. It was more than just sex–it was why he was alive. As long or as short as he lived, he wanted to feel this again and again as much as he possibly could. “Turn around and let me see that hole,” said Ed. Dario pulled the man’s cock out of his mouth and stood. He used his hands to brace himself against the floor as he put his legs on either side of Ed. The older man’s hands grabbed him by the hips and pulled him closer to his face. He heard the sound of spitting, then felt the wonderful feeling of Ed’s tongue lapping him up. His cock was leaking precum now, he was so turned on by getting eaten out. He had always loved getting his ass eaten, but it seemed to feel even better now than it ever had before. Was that because it had been so long, or did it have something to do with the virus? It seemed to have made him hornier. Maybe it made sex feel better too. Ed’s tongue worked its way deep inside him, lubing him up and preparing his hole for the taking. His arms were shaking as he felt the man’s tongue probing him, opening him up to be fucked again for the first time in ages. “Fuck, I love eating your pussy,” said Ed. “I hear it feels even better on your cock,” he replied. Ed spanked him on the cheek. “Get up and bend over the bed. I want to take you from behind.” Dario got back on his feet, propping himself up against the cot as he waited to be entered. He practically wept when he felt Ed’s cock rubbing up against his hole. He wanted this so badly. “Shh…” Ed whispered in his ear. “You can take it.” Ed was pushing into him now. His cock felt wet, so he must have put some lube on it, but it was still painful as it worked its way into his guts. Dario hadn’t bottomed in so long, he knew his first time back wouldn’t be easy. But the pain paled in comparison to his lust. Ed buried his cock deep inside of Dario, his wiry grey pubes scratching Dario’s ass. “God I love your wet cunt.” He pulled out a bit and rammed it back in, making Dario cry out. He started fucking him faster, his cock battering Dario’s prostate again and again. Dario just laid his cheek against the cot and allowed the old man to use his hole. As the man fucked him again and again, Dario felt a sense of bliss overtake him. This felt right, being here. As much as he’d tried to deny it, when he was a teenager and again when he found out he had the virus, he knew that this was who he was meant to be. He was meant to be used by men, to take cock by whoever would give it to him. Even his time spent using condoms had been foolish–he was simply prolonging the inevitable. Better to give into his base desires and be who he truly was than to settle for some kind of half-life of mediocre sex. “Fuck, you faggots are so easy.” Ed laughed. “You’ll spread your legs for any guy with a pulse and a cock, won’t you? Oh fuck… I’m gonna cum… Ugh, take it. Fucking take it!” He grunted, then slammed his cock all the way in as he began to fill Dario with cum. Dario counted the pulses that filled him: one, two, three, four, five. As much as he hated the man who had bred him, he couldn’t deny everything the man said. He was a faggot who loved cock. But so was the old man. “Whew.” Ed pulled out of Dario and lay back against the cot. He wiped the sweat off of his brow. “You are one good lay.” Dario lay beside him, running his fingers through the man’s chest hair. “So are you.” He leaned down and took one of Ed’s nipples into his mouth, sucking and biting it as he grabbed the man’s wet cock. Ed laughed. “I’m a bit too spent to go again that fast. Maybe another time.” Dario lifted his head. “I know a trick that’ll make you rock hard again. Wanna try it?” Ed raised an eyebrow. “Rock hard, huh?” Dario crouched at the bottom of the cot and put his hands on Ed’s thighs. “Just relax. I’ll do all the work.” Ed rolled his eyes. “If your trick is a blowjob, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before.” But Dario ignored his cock. Instead, he grabbed Ed’s legs and hoisted them in the air. Before Ed knew what hit him, Dario’s tongue was buried deep in his asshole. “Oh fuck… Jesus, kid.” Dario made love to the man’s asshole, wiggling his tongue around and rubbing his nose against the man’s taint. He pushed his tongue as far as it could go, prying open his sphincter and tasting the sweet flesh within. By the sound of Ed’s moans, he wasn’t used to someone eating him out. He ran his hands through Dario’s hair as he ate him out. He pulled his face off of Ed’s hole for a second to stick one of his fingers in his mouth, then rubbed it up against the outside of the old man’s asshole. “Wait a minute, I don’t-” Ed’s words turned into cries of pleasure as Dario jammed his finger straight into the old man’s ass. He felt around until he found that precious little spot deep inside the asshole, then hammered it with his finger for all he was worth. “What are you- oh god… oh GOD!” Ed’s arms and legs went limp as Dario worked the man’s prostate. Dario smiled to himself as he watched the man get so bent out of shape over being fingered. Why some people denied themselves the pleasure of prostate play was beyond him. Keeping his finger buried in Ed’s asshole, he slid up the cot until his face was next to Ed’s. “Does that feel good?” he whispered. “Yes,” Ed said breathlessly. “I can make you feel better.” “How?” Dario kissed him, and for the first time, he was the aggressor. He climbed on top of Ed, grabbed his cock, and placed it against the old man’s hole. “Let me show you.” Then, without waiting for Ed’s response, he plunged his cock as deep inside the man’s hole as it would go. “Holy fuck! Jesus Christ… pull it out!” Ed shouted. “Shh…” Dario whispered in his ear. “You can take it.” He stayed still, giving the old man a few seconds to adjust. Despite the pain of the intrusion, Ed hadn’t gone limp at all–in fact, he was as hard as ever. Dario looked in his eyes and, when he didn’t see any sign of protest, began slowly fucking him. “Oh Jesus… that feels so good,” said Ed. “I told you, bottoms make the best tops,” said Dario. “We know what feels good. And we know how to find just the right spot.” He pulled his cock out a couple of inches, rubbing it up against the spot where he knew Ed’s prostate would be. “Holy shit. Ugh… fuck, don’t stop,” said Ed. “Just… just pull out before you cum in me. Okay? I don’t want to get sick.” Dario nodded, although he knew he would do no such thing. Not when he was so close to his prize. He fucked Ed slowly, careful to make it all about the older man’s pleasure. He knew that the best way to give him the virus was to make him want it. Now that he was inside, he was going to make this such a memorable experience that Ed would beg to be fucked again and again. Until it was sure to take. The tightness of Ed’s virgin hole was enough to bring Dario to the edge within minutes. He would have to be quiet about his orgasm if he wanted to accomplish his mission. He kept his breathing steady as he felt the pressure riding in his balls. Ed’s eyes were closed, his face sweaty as he grappled with how good it felt to let a man fuck you. For a moment, Dario felt guilty about what he was about to do. But then he remembered the way Ed had sneered when confronted with the virus. These degenerates brought all this nonsense on themselves. As far as I’m concerned, the less of them the better. You brought it on yourself, Ed. Dario kissed him to cover up the fact that he was cumming inside his hole. He grabbed his hands, pinning them against the cot as he rutted inside the man’s hole. The pressure of months of chastity released itself through his balls, entering the man’s rectum and infecting him the way that he himself had been infected. He didn’t slow his thrusting for a second, continuing to fuck even as his cumming began to slow and his orgasm faded. “You’re gonna pull out before you cum, right?” said Ed. “Of course.” Dario kissed the old man again, wrestling with the man’s tongue as he worked his seed deeper into his rectum. Now that he had cum, he started fucking Ed slow and sensual. Pinching his nipples, kissing his neck, stroking the head of his cock as he fucked him. He had Ed wrapped around his finger, making him moan and whimper with every touch. “I’m getting close,” said Ed. “Me too.” Dario stopped in mid-thrust. “Do you want me to pull out?” “No!” Ed said, his eyes growing wide. He was stroking himself wildly, desperate for a second cum. “Don’t stop fucking me.” Dario resumed pumping in and out of him, but he felt the familiar tension rising in his balls. “Ugh… fuck, I’m gonna cum if I keep going,” he teased. “I think I should pull out.” “No!” Ed wrapped his legs around Dario’s ass, trapping him inside him. “Just… a little… longer.” “Oh fuck… here I come!” said Dario. He felt a second orgasm flooding through him, his balls pumping a second load into Ed’s hole. Ed’s cock was shooting as well, dousing their stomachs in his seed. Dario collapsed on top of the old man, their chests sliding against each other as his cock dribbled the last of his seed into Ed’s no-longer-virgin hole. “Oh God… what did I just do?” Ed’s eyes were wide. “I don’t bottom, I don’t… you’re clean, right? Please tell me you’re clean.” Dario smiled. He ran his fingers through Ed’s hair, then kissed him gently on the lips. “It’s all good, baby. You have nothing to worry about.” “Oh thank God.” Ed sighed. “Fuck, that did feel good though,” he said with a grin. Dario pulled his cock out of the old man and sat back on his knees. “I’m down for a rematch anytime you are.” Ed sat up and kissed him. “I’ll give you my number. I’ve got a few friends who might be interested in joining in if you like that sort of thing. They’re discreet like me, but I can trust you, right?” Dario smiled. If Ed’s friends were anything like him, then he wouldn’t have to work too hard to find his next victim. “My lips are sealed.” —---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Dario walked through the door of his apartment practically buzzing. Jeff sat on the couch watching TV. He smiled when he caught sight of Dario. “Hey man. What’s up with you? You feeling okay?” Dario plopped down on the couch next to him. “I feel amazing. Better than ever, actually.” “That’s great!” Jeff squeezed his hand. “I know you took it pretty hard, the diagnosis and all. Not being able to have sex. But there really is so much else to life.” Dario smiled. “You’re right. I have a lot to live for.” It was true. Stealthing that asshole at the baths had done more than lift his spirits–it had given him a new purpose. He was no longer a victim. He was taking control of his destiny. This virus hadn’t been a curse at all. It had shown him who he was, who he was truly meant to be. He didn’t know how long he had left to live. But whether it was a month, a year, or a decade, he knew one thing: he would take as many assholes with him as he could in the time he had left.

Brotherhood of the Bug I. Initiation The young man felt himself being led down a winding stairway, flanked by two powerfully built men. His sinewy arms were shackled behind his back and the deep hood of an enveloping robe obscured his sight. Though the garment was of a thick, rough material, he shivered. His memory of what had led to the current chain of events was vague, but he felt a mixture of terror, excitement, and a powerful, animal arousal. Reaching the bottom, he heard the creak of a heavy set of doors. As the three stepped through, his companions pulled the hood off his face and head, and he felt a light, dank breeze touch his face. His eyes slowly adjusted to the gloom and he perceived a vast, low room of rough-hewn stone. He imagined it resembled the crypt of a medieval church, though at his young age he had seen little of the world. Thick stone pillars held flickering torches, the dark smudges on the arched ceiling above attesting to countless stories, if only these massive walls could tell them. He was led toward the other end of the room, where a raised altar of polished wood stood on a stone platform. Here the resemblance to a house of worship was unmistakable. The men turned him around to face the chamber, just in time to observe two columns of dark-robed men emerging from doorways at either end of the back, proceeding slowly and forming semicircular lines at either side. As they filed in, their voices in unison gave rise to a deep and vaguely disturbing chant in some unknown language, like the Gregorian chant of medieval monks. Now the two guards firmly turned the Pledge back toward the altar, forcing him to kneel. From the gloom behind, an imposing man of at least six-feet-five emerged, cloaked and hooded in a robe similar to the Pledge’s but with a cord of gold where the boy’s was a simple white. This, he recognized, was the High Priest. He trembled but simultaneously felt a rush of blood to his groin. The Priest began the ceremony, posing to the Pledge a series of questions to establish that he was serious in his desire to join the Brotherhood and aware that this was an irreversible step of the deepest significance, one that would place upon him a heavy responsibility to carry on the traditions and values of the clan. When the Pledge had answered "I do" to each solemn oath, the Priest produced a heavy coffer of wood and gold, richly adorned with mysterious images and inscrutable runes. He lifted the lid to reveal an interior lined with dark velvet. Nestled inside was an Oraquick instant HIV test. The Priest lifted the swab from the sacred Coffer and held it toward the assembled Brothers, then downward toward the floor, asking the blessing of the Dark Lord. Then the two guards immobilized the Initiate's face and forced his mouth open. The Priest inserted the swab and vigorously rubbed it around the back of the gagging young man’s throat. Again he held the swab aloft and then downward, uttering an occult prayer for the desired results. It was placed in a vial and the lid closed for the prescribed waiting time. A thick, ornate hourglass was placed on the altar and turned. While the grains of sand sifted down, the Initiate was occupied. The two guards opened the fronts of their robes, revealing rippling abs and cocks of supernatural proportion. The Initiate's mouth was held open once again as these colossal spears of flesh were forced repeatedly down his throat, one after the other. At times he was compelled to swallow them both together, as the Brothers aligned their shafts, a symbolic Union of their flesh just as they are united in the Spirit and Blood. The young man’s mouth and throat were forced open wider than ever and he gagged and struggled. But the two Brothers held him down relentlessly. Eventually their robes were cast off, revealing torsos of magnificent, nigh on terrifying musculature. There was clearly no sense struggling and the Pledge resigned himself, barely staying conscious by gasping for whatever small breaths he could take between the ten-inch strokes. The hourglass proceeded... agonizingly slowly. The Brothers continued their chant. It was growing in volume and urgency. Finally the last grains of sand dropped. Twenty minutes, the anointed time, had passed. The Pledge was released, the flesh that had choked his throat withdrawn. He was allowed to recover enough to fix his attention on the High Priest, who raised the lid of the coffer and retrieved the sacred Staff. He examined it first, and a small, knowing smile showed on his face. Then he showed it to the Pledge. A single blue line. Negative. Next the two Guards, as witnesses, examined the result, affirming their acknowledgment with a low utterance in the ritual tongue. The Priest held the Staff aloft, and one final question was posed to the Initiate. "This, O Pledge, represents the final evidence of Thy former self. Dost Thou now freely and willingly, knowing there is henceforth no retreat, no regret, offer up this, Thy health and youth, the status so coveted by mortal Mankind, in exchange for full Manhood and entry into the dark Brotherhood?" "I do," the Pledge muttered. The Priest then offered the Staff in sacrifice to the Dark Gods -- holding it, of course, not aloft but downward, toward the unfathomable Depths. The chanting had reached a crescendo of intensity, vibrating deep in the gut and soul of the Initiate. He almost sensed that he could understand the strange tongue: "The hour has come. The bridge has been crossed. There is no returning now. Bid Thy farewell to the land of the mortals. Thou art summoned to take Thy place among Men, carrying the burdens but also tasting the unimagined freedoms that pertain thereto." At this point there was a rustle as the Brothers began to unfasten their robes. Revealed were torso after torso, groin after groin, of magnificent, rippling masculine beauty, shining in the torchlight. The manhoods of each began to stir, rising to their glory, each pumped full of the blood that carried the coveted viral power that it was now time to share. The two Guards roughly grabbed the Initiate's robe and rent it as it was stripped from his body. Fear had risen in his throat and he felt an instant regret. What have I done?? he cried inside. The Priest, sensing what was happening, gave a gesture ordering the Guards to muscle the Pledge down, his struggles seeming ever more wretched and impotent -- the pathetic last struggles of the boy that was about to die. The Brothers began to approach and form lines, pacing in unison toward the altar. Their glorious shafts had reached their pulsing, turgid apex, in full worship posture -- the gleaming pre-cum, like holy water, consecrated to the dark Baptism that was nigh. The Initiate was roughly bent over the altar, his youthful buttocks exposed and vulnerable. As the chant reached an almost unbearable volume and intensity, the Initiation began…

My name is Tonny and I just graduated from College. I am young slim and short for my age around 5’5’’ and about 130 lbs. My dad is italian and he’s completly covered of hairs but somehow the gene for pilosity didn’t transfer to me. I am completely hairless. During the summer , i worked at my uncle’s farm and I got a nice tan like I am caramel looking with my blond and blue eyes. Because the work at the farm was hard labor I started to have some muscule mass on me making me more tone. I loved wearing some tight shirt so that we could see my small pecs sticking out or my small biceps bulgings in my shirt. But during that summer my uncle was always going out for business trip with his wife for finding new tractors or other farming equipement to better harvest the corn in his field. Thus my uncle gave me the whole place to myself to take care of and there was a lot of work to be done for his return. So during the day i was tasked to help put the food for the cows and sweeping all the barn and cleaning all behind of cows and horses. The smell of farm shit didn’t bother me much but the remove the smell on you after a hard day you needed to take like 3 showers. But it was a nice job for the summer and my uncle paid me well for the work. After i was done sweeping the barn it was time for me to get inside the house to get the souper ready. While i was preheating the oven for my pizza, i felt this urge to go on my phone and check up grindr or others social media apps to check whos out there next to the farm. The farm was very far from the city and had only 2 neighboor few miles aways. So the chances to meet up a guy on grindr would be slimmed. Never the less i started to scroll and ended up on this profile with no picture just Daddy Leather. The small profile said that hes a real dom daddy willing to pop his sub’s cherry. I was intrigued about this popping cherry thing as it has been a very long time i havent been fucked. So i messaged him and told him i was able to host in my uncles farm. He immediately texted back saying that he always loved fucking farm boy and even fooling around in the hay in a barn. The idea of making a mess in the barn that i just cleaned up did bother me a bit but the idea of being fucked in a big space area and get dirty could be fun. I gave the address of my location and he told me he would be there around 30 minutes. Meanwhile i went out to the shower and started to douche my hole to make sure i was clean up everywhere. As soon i was out of the shower i could hear a big truck coming down the road with his loud rock and roll music. As soon he parked his car he got out and was walking toward the barn as the house was situation just behind it. I am guessing he thought i was still inside the barn working. So i got dress up fast and went out to greet him. And i couldnt belive my eyes when i saw him up close he was a real muscular daddy that you only see in porn movie. He was very large frame and from the opening his his dress shirt i was able to see a nice hairy chest. He was wearing short sleeve dress shirt and could see some nice sleeve tattooes on both arms. I welcomed him to my farm and told him that my room is just behind the barn he wanted to get in. He so of made a wink that he wanted to check out the inside of the barn as he mentionned before that he always wanted to fool around in the hay. I was like ok let's show him what I have there. The barn was a big open area where the horses were locked on the left side and on the right there were all the tools and some big ball of hay stacked on top of each other. Next to it there were the big bath of water that i use to help clean up the floor and to give to the horses to drink. The floor however was covered with this layers of muds and other animals by product giving a nice smell of farm animal and hay. He started to massage my sholders as we are walking inside the barn and he was really impress by what was available. I asked him what he had in mind and he told me that for a long time he has been on the hunt to find his next sub son for him to train and raise as his own flesh and blood. He told me that his dad this when he was younger and now he wants to keep the family tradition. That when he started to look more serious and he came right in front of me and because he was much taller than me my eye level were at his hairy chest and as he was so close i could smell this man smell of sweat. He looked into my eyes and told me point blank that he is the dad now and that i have to obey him as for the consequence would be a hard spanking. I told him that i would be willing to listen to him and obey his commands. He asked me to remove his dress shirt by 1 botton by one and from there i was able to see his entire chest and it was a nice hairy chest with some nice abs definition. But the most stricking from all of that was this biohazard tattoo he had on him. It was there near his belly button on plain sight for me to see. He looked at me with a grin on his face saying that tonight he will keep the family tradition. I wasnt sure by what he was refering too. Slowly but surely we were getting undress and we started to rub our body against one and other . The barn didnt have any air cooling system to it was real hot and humid so we were already started to sweat. He was starting to jerk off a bit and saw that his cock kept getting bigger and longer at each stroke. He told me that he had a 9 inch and i had no choice to take it all up. That when he grabbed real tight and pushed on top of one of ball of hay. I was surprised how strong he was and fast. He removed my underwear and started to lick my hole. I was still able to see his dick and it was real hard and big. He flipped me over and spit on my hole and told me to get ready to be fuck like a real good son. I told him that i wanted to play safe as i just met the guy and he told me that i shouldnt worry for that now. He started to rub his cock over my ass and his chest was rubbing all his hairy pecs on my back. Our sweat made the hole glide very easy. And then with the tip of his dick started to push against my anus and my hole started to open up slowly. I could feel that he wanted just to fuck me right now and there and in one hip trust he got his big dick down my hole. I screamed to how big it was. He didnt stop for me to take a breath as he just held me down with his arms wrapped around my neck and chest so that i dont run away. I kept telling him that i didnt want to fuck bareback and i wanted to play with a condom. He kept saying that’s how real men fuck and how his dad used to fuck him when he was younger and now hes passing the torch to his next son , me. He kept fucking me in and out with big hip mouvement and the dick was going deep inside my guts where i could feel it up in my throat. He was really fucking me rough and hard. As he is fucking me he saying how much hes proud of me his son to take his daddys big cock like a pro and that for my good behavior he would give me the gift of brotherhood and also some extra. He is announcing me that hes poz high viral. As soon he says that i start panicking as i dont want to get poz. I try to push away but my daddy with his arm wrapped around my neck pinnes me down and fucks me even harder.

Apart from some time out during the AIDS crisis I have always barebacked since a teenager. It's what I grew up with; it's the natural way to have sex, skin on skin and hopefully a gut full of seed. I can see no reason to do otherwise.

“Back on your knees, slave.” I knelt before him, eager to please. The meth was destroying my inhibitions, and it was so fucking hot. “My boots are dirty,” he said. He looked at me, waiting for me to respond. “May I clean your boots, master?” “Good slave, anticipating what his master wants.” For a moment, I expected him to hand me rags and polish, then I remembered my role as a slave. I crawled towards him and started to lick his leather-clad feet. “You’ve failed me again.” “I’m sorry, master.” “A proper slave demonstrates how he enjoys serving his master. Try again.” I resumed my duty, but this time, I moaned with delight. I wasn’t just faking it to please master, I did love doing it. Serving my master was the most erotic experience of my life. It was dirty, filthy, sleazy, and oh so hot. My rational side was whispering to me it was the meth, but my libido was screaming for another hit. I looked up at master and he was ignoring me, as befits my role. He was looking at his phone and typing on it. Part of me hoped he was filming me to upload to a porn site. I finished and looked up at master. “I’ve finished master.” He looked down briefly. “You missed a spot.” “I’m sorry master. I’ll do bet…” “Just shut your fucking mouth. You know sorry isn’t enough. What does this mean?” “You’ll punish me again, master.” I wanted to be punished and master knew it. “Not the crop this time. I like my slaves to get new experiences.” He went to his cabinet and removed a wooden paddle. “You know what I expect.” He walked around me, then stopped. “I’m not sure you’re worth my time. You’ve disappointed me twice and I’ve not even pulled out my cock yet. I’ve been messaging my friends. They want to come over, parTy and fuck. They’re real men, not useless faggots like you.” “Please master, I’ll do better. I want to be your slave, satisfy you.” “Let’s see if you know how to respond to punishment. Get ready.” He raised the paddle. I thought of all the kink porn I had watched. The paddle struck my already raw ass. Fuuuuuucccck, it hurt, but the meth coursing through my body made it feel incredible, too. “One!”, I shouted, then added, “Thank you master may I have another!” “Good slave. You want to be punished. You know your place. Yes, you may have another.” A second, even harder. “Two! Please master, punish me again!” He laughed and swung again. “Three! More master, more!” “No,” he hissed and dropped the paddle. “Something different now.” He bent down and reached his massive arms around me. God, I had never been so aroused. I was afraid I’d shoot a load and master would kick me out. He then grabbed both my nipples and twisted hard. I had done nip play before but never like that. It took all I had to keep from screaming, but I wanted more. He stood up. I was gasping from pain and ecstasy. “Thank you, master.” “I need my cock out. Do you want to see it?” “Yes, master, please.” “Do you realize what an honor it is to even view my manhood?” “Yes, master. I know I don’t deserve it.” “Few do.” He unzipped his pants and pulled it out. Even flaccid, it was huge. “You’re not ready to make me hard.” “I know, master. I’m unworthy of it.” “Just watch.” He went to his cabinet again and pulled out a transparent pump. He stroked himself briefly to start to get hard, inserted his member into it, then started to pump. I watched it swell to massive size, porn huge. God, I wanted it so much. I thought I was horny before but I never wanted anything like my need to serve that beautiful cock. “Tell master what you think.” “I want to service it. I want it inside me, my mouth and my ass. I want my master’s seed.” “You’re not ready, certainly not for my seed. But I have a treat for you, my little chem pig.” He reached for his pipe, and took a massive hit. But he didn’t exhale into the air. Instead, he took the rubber pump off and blew into the tube, filling the pump with gorgeous clouds. I gasped. “Oh God oh fuck thank you master.” He took off the pump. That extraordinary cock protruded from his leather pants. “Show master how good you are at controlling yourself. You may touch it, one finger, just the shaft.” My hand was quivering as I reached to him. I wanted to take him in my mouth but I understood I had to follow orders. I slowly ran my pointer finger along the top. Master let out a low, deep growl. “You may be worth the effort after all. Touch the bottom now.” I did and he growled again. “Now the tip.” I did as told and he nodded. “Stroke the shaft with your hand.” I wrapped my fingers around his cock and stroked. “Tighter. Faster.” His growls became moans. I was pleasing my master, and it thrilled me. “Stop now.” I released. “You want to suck it, don’t you, slave?” “If master allows it.” “I have to see how good you are with your tongue first.” More to cum

Cheating dumped load I had been preloaded by 2 guys already when one of my regulars messaged ‘cunt free?’ I told him I was preloaded and he told me he was just on the way to meet his boyfriend so just needed a quick cheating dump n go. He only uses my slutty cummy hole after it’s been loaded as he fucks real hard and loves to fuck the cum out of me. His cheating dick is inside me most weeks and he loves the risk of using a community hole behind his fellas back. We agreed for him to dump his load and 10 mins later he turned up and stripped to just his socks. Straight away he was slapping his semi on my ass. We hadn’t spoken a word when he yanked the butt plug from my hole. His rock solid boner immediately took its place and he started his fuck rhythm. Encouraged my the sight of strangers cum on his dick he fucked harder and deeper. My cunt was squelching and unable to contain the 2 loads i had taken and his 8.5 solid tool. Once again he was hard fucking the cum out of me. This was a proper cumdump load and as he fucked as hard as he could be shot his load deep in my cunt. He paused, balls deep inside me as he transferred his seed to my guts deepest extremes. He slowly pulled out to reveal a hot semi cum covered dick. I dropped to my knees and he pushed his semi into mouth for his clean up. He moved his dick around to ensure my tongue enjoyed every drop. He tagged my ass and told me he had to dash as his fella was waiting. His dick went straight back inside his dark Boss boxers. I spotted the wet patch where he’d been oozing precum cum. He dressed and left. Now he could enjoy his evening without his dick detracting him! Shortly after I met my mates in The pub with my cunt dripping for the rest of the evening!

The New Barber Part 3 I sat in my car for what seemed like hours, beyond angry... feeling betrayed and hurt. My attention snapped back to reality with a ping on my phone... my mate wanted to know how I got on at the Barbers.... I immediately dialled him. "Hey there, how's it going" I broke into a tirade of abuse directed at him, the fucker I had just been abused by and my own stupidity. Eventually he spoke, apologising over and over, assuring me he had no idea about the guy and that he was well known in the industry. "So what are you going to do ?" He asked.... Another ping on my phone..."hold on mate " I checked the message...it was a video of me being pounded and a countdown clock at the bottom. "FUCK, FUCK, FUCK" I went back to the conversation... "I don't know what to do " I mumbled" My mate assured me that anything police related would be seen as another fag getting himself into a dodgy situation..."you don't have a lot of choice mate " "That sounds harsh, but if this guy has all your info then.... for now it's best to play along" At this point I hated myself...he was right, maybe I could find a chink in this fuckers armour... but it's can't go on much longer.... The month passed slowly... I found myself checking the countdown clock more than I was happy to admit to... even getting a hard on at various times, what the fuck was wrong with me? The day came and the door opened up Infront of me... this time he was in full Rubber gear grinning like a cat that got the canary. "Good to see you back...smart move" as he ushered me in, hearing that all too familiar click as the door locked behind me. Before I had a chance to turn back to look I felt a jab in my neck... with no time to react I fell into his arms..."just a little something to help you relax... I want you aware this time" Everything was floating... it was like watching myself being dragged, undressed, positioned and placed in the sling ready for the onslaught. He leaned in and began to explain... "Okay, now that you're relaxed I'm going to start your education" I became aware of some sort of box thing coming down over my eyes... panic rising I began to breathe heavily, exactly what he wanted it seems as a pipe parted my lips and my lungs began to take in the fumes...my ability to focus losing its grip. Headphones came down over my head and a weird voice started talking, spirals appeared Infront of my eyes...I was falling... I was flying, feeling relaxed and down.... down I fell....

I love falling asleep with a man's semen still in me. The thought that his sperm is still active for even a short time in my anus and rectum is a huge turn on. Although much is absorbed by my body I do love waking up with that wet spot in my sheets and the unmistakable scent of semen that has been marinating in my ass juices.

Somebody did a great job of editing the video into three. The first Zack learning to give a good blow job culminating in his mouthful of Jeff's seimen. The second Zack's adamant rejection of condoms, ending with the loss of his virginity and ass full of Jeff's cum. Finally there was the video of Zack begging and being flooded by the two of us with biohazard tattoos. It was the hottest video I had ever seen and I fired it off to Chuck immediately. Yes I had finally learned the name of the west coast guy off Scruff that started this story. I was surprised that Chuck didn't get back to me right away. I waited a full week before I got this message. "Thank God you come back here next week. I'm desperate for you to poz my ass like you did that Zack guy. Fuck that was amazing. I can't stop watching and rewatching it. I cream all over myself every time you are blasting into him. It is so fuckin hot. I need you to blast in me again. Just for real this time. I need you to knock me up. " The next day I got this desperate plea; "Can't you get here any sooner. I'm desperate. My fucking boyfriend caught me jerking off to Zack's video. He came in just as I spewed, just as I came. He made me watch it again from start to finish with him telling me over and over how disgusting I was to get so fuckin turned on by such filth. I know I'm pathetic 'cause I couldn't hide it, I was so turned on I climaxed again watching with him. I think his degradation turned me on as much as the pozing. As I came I couldn't stop blurting out. "Fuck daddy, cum in my ass again, fuckin poz me up. " I was horrified, how could I say that in front of him. He pinned me down and made me confess I had cheated on him with you when I was off PreP. I both cried with fear and gloated about how amazing it had been to be taken by you. He turned icy cold dragging me into the bathroom. He took my fake PreP out of the medicine cabinet and flushed it down the toilet. "Not wasting any more PreP on you, you fucking slut idiot, get in my truck." This time he took me to a bathhouse called F212. It was Saturday night and the place was packed. He tied me into a sling and told everyone I wasn't on PreP. He encouraged them to spit all over me. At first that's all they did until a big tall black guy spit on my ass and pushed his raw 12 inches into me. "Breed him, breed this poz hungry punk." My boyfriend began to chant and the crowd picked it up to the rhythm of the pounding my ass was getting. When the black guy flooded me my boyfriend spit in my face. He did the same for the next 12 guys that bred me in quick succession. One of them asked just before he was ready to cum, " You sure this boys not on PreP?" My boyfriend answered, "not now, not ever again. " Just then as my current top unloaded the top groaned; "Good, 'cause he's getting my toxic babies right now!" I was horrified that this turned me on so much that I had a hands free orgasm as well as my first ever ass orgasms. They just went on and on. They were amazing, and all I could think about was how disappointed I was they weren't milking my birthright out of your toxic wood. My boyfriend tied me to a tree in our cruising woods all day Sunday. He would hide when dog walkers came by and sneared at my bare ass dripping pink tinged cum from who knew how many different men by then. See you've got to get here before he let's some stranger knock me up. " I wrote back, "Well Chuck, I'm a stranger to. We may have fucked once, but we're still strangers. I'm not coming sooner. I'm there next week to take my chances that I be the daddy to poz your sorry ass." I still hadn't quit my meds, I knew I was lying to Chuck. Jeff had seen my excitement in Zack's pozing video and weaseled out of me my 'need' to make a similar one of me pozing Jeff. He 'd been hounding me for days to stop my meds, he'd threatened to dump them down the toilet on me. Why had I admitted I wanted to do this? That night Jeff and I were invited back to the poz guys place. Almost the same story as weeks before with Zack. Looked 16, ID said 19. But, he was clearly no virgin and boasted sucking cock since age 13. He was Zack's best friend and lined up this 'special visit ' too the poz guy when Zack took sick and told his buddy why. The agenda for this 19 year old was to take as many poz toxic loads in the ass from poz guy and me as he could pull out of us. Jeff got in on the fucking just for the fun of it and actually cream lubed the young guy with his load fairly quickly. Good lube for my 8 inches . True to my form I shot off quite quickly. I felt guilty the guy was so grateful to receive my 'gift'. I felt remorse that I didn’t really give him toxic babies. This remorse grew as toxic poz guy pumped more and more radioactive babies into the young guys ass. I determined then and there 'no more putting it off, the meds stop now.' I flushed them as soon as I got home. I'd forgotten this in my sleep and had a bit of a panic when I couldn't find them to take with my first coffee. Then I remembered and told myself I wouldn't need to feel guilty next week. Chuck would be getting un freshly medicated babies when we meet up. I'd be barely more detectable, but he didn't need to know that. Jeff was delighted I had flushed and reverse raped as many loads out of me per day as I could produce. Each spent painting the inside of his now very vulnerable ass. He'd stop PreP over a month ago and toothbrush fucked his own hole almost every time before I pushed in. My ego and libido had never been so fuckin turned on. He would later confess he wanted to be sure to win the place of being my first poz son.

"The New Barber Part 2" I could hear a voice like it was in my head... distant and yet getting clearer as I focused back on the room. "You okay buddy" asked the man standing over me. Apparently I had dropped off the planet, he thought I was just very relaxed and carried on...he explained he sometimes has that effect on guys. As he leaned in there was a distinct odour, sort of rubbery and then I noticed under his shirt the black shiny material against his skin. I fidgeted trying to find my feet... but I was restricted somehow, the fucker had strapped me to the chair. As I started to struggle he stood back and grinning began to explain how my future visits to the Barber was going to play out. "You were very good in the chair" he explained I didn't know what he meant...then he guided my attention to a screen across the salon. A video started to play with this guy in a barbershop...my mind finally accepting what was playing out in front of me. "I gave you a little something to relax, and boy did you relax" As the video played I could see my limp body being hauled about, my legs being hoisted up and the Barber going to work on my body...my mouth went dry. "What the FUCK" "Sssshhhh he whispered, the good bit is coming up" At the side of the screen were all these names... the fucker was live-streaming his little performance. As I started to thrash around he turned grinning at my feeble attempt to escape. "In the time you were.... shall we say, relaxed. I got to work on some administration matters" "What the fuck does that mean you cunt " "It means you will come back to see me once a month" "LIKE FUCK I WILL" I yelled at him, my breathing now heavy with anger, panic and the sense that this wasn't over yet. "The reason you will be back is because I have cloned your phone, your contacts and even your bank details, you are quite careless having so much information in your phone" I felt sick....who was this cunt, and what fucking chance did I have of getting out of this. "Now, I'm going to let you up... but I have a live link to a mutual friend who has been given the instructions should anything occur in a negative manner towards me, the video will be released to your contacts" "There will be no safe place for you to hide your most excellent performance " "As you can see in the video, you took a pierced cock like a pro and even moaned like a whore when I pounded your tight little cherry " Words left me... I was beyond the ability to speak, understand any of this... yes I was gay, but few knew...who the fuck was this mutual friend??? As he unbuckled my restraints, he turned and handed me a glass of water..."Like fuck am I drinking that" I spat. "It's water... you are going to have to trust me" he growled "You don't really have a lot of options... do you?"

Doc Murphy’s Therapy “Fuck... here we go,” I sighed, grabbing the door handle and walking into the reception area. Looking around ... it was a basic waiting room, and I could tell this was not going to be good. I turned around to leave until I heard a voice. “Can I help you?” I turned around and saw the man who had interrupted my escape now standing behind the counter. I took a sharp breath... “Uh...” I hesitated. “I have an appointment today. I’m not sure with whom. My dad made it for me.” I tried to keep cool, but I couldn’t take my eyes off him... His slightly tight white dress shirt and khakis did little to hide his muscular body. He stood still for a minute... his green eyes staring at me for a quick second before handing me a clipboard and sitting down. “You must be Sam” he said, looking at the computer screen. “I’m Mike, Doc Murphy’s assistant. You’ll need to fill out these out.” he said, placing the paperwork on the counter and looking at the computer monitor again with focused attention. Walking up to the counter, I quickly grabbed the clipboard and sat down trying to not be so obvious, but I couldn’t help staring. All I could think was this guy looked just like Bry, my best friend from high school, or at least what he would look like in ten years. Mike looked to be about 30.... All I could do was tell myself... “Bry’s gone... he’s on the other side of the country now. Get the fuck over it.” I finished the paperwork, filling out the basics... name, address, date of birth, insurance, etc. and walked it up to Mike. Paying me no attention, he took it and quickly dismissed me... “Have a seat. Doc will be with you soon,” Mike mumbled, still concentrating on the monitor. I sat there nervously, until he looked up and abruptly told me to go right in before fixating on the monitor again. Walking into the next room I didn’t see anyone, so I sat on the sofa and grabbed a pillow and held it tightly on my lap. I heard the door finally open... I turned and my eyes widened in surprise. In walked a man in his early 40’s wearing a tight black t-shirt and jeans. Seeing me, he smiled, flashing his white teeth before walking to me and firmly shaking my hand. “You must be Sam, I’m Dr. Murphy, but you can just call me Doc.” he said, turning down the lights. “This should help you relax a bit so we can talk.” Speechless, I just sat there as he sat down across from me and began looking over my paperwork. At this point I was glad I had the pillow on my lap as I felt my cock begin to stiffen. “Give me a second, ok?” he said, still looking over my paperwork. “My previous patient took a little longer than expected.” Even though he wasn’t looking, I nodded and tried to not to be obvious. I began to examine him with my eyes. Doc was about 45 with a muscular build and piercing black eyes. He was wearing black rimmed glasses with square lenses. Moving to the next page, he flipped the page and ran his hand over his short gray speckled hair. With him still reading, I cautiously moved my eyes down seeing how the tight black material of his t-shirt fit hugged his firm pecs. That’s when I noticed the prominent peaks where his nipples would be... they were pierced. Holding the pillow tighter, my eyes wandered down to his muscular legs encased in the dark denim fabric and noticed he was wearing a pair of black boots which surprised me. “10-hole Rangers,” he said, putting down the paperwork and grabbing his notebook.” Nervously, I looked up and struggled to speak, “What...?” “My boots... 10-hole Rangers.” he smiled. “Like I said, I’m running late and didn’t have a chance to change. I know you must be nervous. Go ahead and sit back... close your eyes and concentrate on my voice.” “Uh... sure,” I stammered, still gripping the pillow tight in my lap. “I’ve looked over your chart and some notes from your dad, but I’d prefer to hear it from you.” he told me as I began my story... ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It was the night before my best friend, Bry... uh Bryan, was moving back east to go to college while I was heading here to the west coast. That summer, we spent as much time as we could just hanging out as we tried to ignore that we were going to be on different sides of the country. His family planned a big celebration and me being his best friend, I was invited over for dinner. It was a great time. Later that night, we laughed as he walked me back home, talking about all the good times we’d had. Reaching my house, I knew I didn’t want it to end but didn’t know how to tell him. I remembered the bottle of booze my dad kept in the garden shed and I suggested we have some shots to celebrate. “Let’s do it bro!” he smiled, grabbing me by the hand. “Come on.” I still remember how it felt when he took my hand... it was like we were connected in a new way. We slipped into the back yard and headed into the shed. Turning on the light, I grabbed the bottle of rum my dad hid behind a stack of bricks and took a shot. Handing it to him, I sat down and motioned him to sit next to me and we continued recalling good times. With every shot, we bumped into each other’s shoulder to urge the other on. Then suddenly, the realization that he was leaving hit me and at that moment, I couldn’t bear it. “Bro, you ok?” he asked, thinking I was probably wasted by now. “Yeh, man...” I told him, gathering up the courage to tell him how I felt. “It’s just... I’m gonna...” “Yeah, me too bro.” he sighed, leaning into my shoulder but kept his gaze forward. I knew it was now or never... he was leaving in a matter of hours. “Bry... look at me.” Continuing to look forward, he remained silent. “We’ve been best friends since sixth grade when you moved to town, right?” Nodding, he turned to face me, and our eyes connected. I started looking at that familiar face... those sparkling green eyes... those lips that begged to be kissed. All I could think of was wanting to lean in and kiss him. But even now, I wasn’t sure and didn’t want to risk losing him. Deciding to hold back the major part of my secret, I took another shot and blurted out my half-truth. “Fuck bro, I’m gonna miss you so fucking much.” Still looking at me with no reaction, he took the bottle out of my hand and took a large gulp. Putting the bottle down, he turned back to me and raised his hand to my shoulder. “Me too...” he sighed, pulling me into his arms in a tight grip. I remained still as his strong arm held me tight. I didn’t want this to end but the class clown came out. “Fuck, Bry... I can’t breathe.” “Fucker...” he laughed, moving his hand to my neck and holding it tight. I could feel him pulling my face to his and our lips tentatively met for the first time. Gripping my neck with more force, he drew me even closer, and I moaned... his breath filling my mouth. Sensing my desire, his tongue quickly invaded my mouth, and we began to devour each other. Taking charge, he pushed me back onto the dirty floor and pressed his stronger body on top of me. We continued on, exploring each other’s clothed bodies for the first time as if we had never seen each other naked in the gym showers. When our lips finally parted, I looked up into his eyes and saw an intense and unfamiliar look on that handsome face. Before I could say a word, he spoke... Pushing his crotch into mine, he began, “I’ve never done this bro, but over the last few years that we’ve been friends, I’ve realized how much I’ve wanted to. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve had to hide my hard-on because I wasn’t sure if you were...” “Yeh...I like cock.” I said with a laugh and interrupting him with a kiss as our hard cocks struggled for release. “Yeah?” he chuckled, lifting himself off me. He stood there... a wet spot on the bulge of his crotch now growing. I couldn’t believe what was happening and I got to my knees as he unbuckled his jeans and dropped them, releasing his thickening cock. “Commando...” I smiled, remembering how we had decided on the first day of high school that we’d never wear underwear again... the only thing that would hold our junk would be jockstraps in gym... otherwise, we’d be freeballing. “Show me, Sam. Show me... how much you like cock.” he insisted, holding his shaft firmly in his hand. I remained on my knees, seeing his thick throbbing uncut cock teasing me. Looking up at him, I nodded. Without a thought, I moved on my knees towards the object of my desire. Reaching it, I stared at it... wanting to memorize every veined inch of his cock. “Fuck bro... do it!” he hissed, swinging it... teasing me. With Bry’s insistence, I kissed the tip and opened up to take my best friend’s cock for the first time. “Aw fuck!” he moaned, feeling my lips slide push back the foreskin and slide over the ridge of his swollen cock head. I began to suck on it and lick the underside with my tongue. His cock began to release a torrent of precum. Continuing my work, I forced my mouth down and began flicking the underside of the shaft until my nose was buried in the ginger tuft of pubes around the base. His musky scent filled my nostrils as I held the shaft with my lips and instinctively worked my throat muscles. “Fuck yeah! Goddamn cocksucker!” he growled, taking control and showing me who was in charge. Encouraged, I began bobbing on his sexy cock... pulling back until just the helmet of his shaft remained in my mouth... sucking and flicking it with my tongue, tasting the pre-cum still flowing from his piss slit. With his hands now holding my head firmly, he began forcing my mouth back down onto his cock and began to give me my first face fuck. My lips slid over the shaft... my tongue worked the underside as the face fucking continued. Staring up into his now intense eyes, I couldn't believe I had fantasized about doing this and was now here sucking on Bry’s cock. It felt so good inside my mouth! He lasted about another five minutes before his breathing began shortening. I could tell it wouldn’t be much longer, and I started increasing my sucking while stimulating his shaft with my tongue. I felt his body tense up as his cock swelled even thicker. Groaning, he began pumping jet after jet of hot thick cum into my mouth from his first blowjob. When his cock released last drops, I pulled off his cock and swished his delicious cum around my mouth before swallowing as I saw the look of sweaty sexual pleasure on his face. “How was it?” I hesitantly asked, still on my knees hoping things wouldn’t get weird. “Fuck Sam, you’re one fucking good cocksucker!” he smiled, wiping the sweat from his face before his face went slack and his eyes widened in surprise... Turning, I saw my dad at the door. He just stood there looking down at me in disgust. “Bryan, go home... Your dad just called wondering where you were. You’ll be leaving for the airport in a few hours, and you’ll need some sleep.” was all he said in a quiet angry tone, never taking his eyes off me. “Yes, Sir...” Bry answered, buckling up... Heading to the door, he hesitated... “Sam...” All I wanted to do was run to him... to escape, but my now dad stood between us. “Bryan...” my dad grunted pulling me to my feet and staring directly at me. “You’ve got a great future ahead of you. Don’t do anything you’ll regret.” Looking over my dad’s shoulder, I saw the look on Bry’s face as he gave me one last glance and walked out the door. “Clean yourself up, son.” dad said, finally stepping aside and picking up the bottle of rum and drinking the remains. The next week was hell. My parents seemed to avoid the subject, but I somehow knew I hadn’t heard the end of it. To top it off, I hadn’t heard from Bry either. I had tried texting him and even calling him, but he never responded. Then one night, my dad called me down to the den. It was shortly before my parents took me to campus. “Listen, boy,” my dad started. “This behavior has got to stop. I’ve done some research and have set you up for therapy while you’re at school. Your mom and I love you, son, but we can’t have our only son be a faggot.” “Dad...” I started but was quickly interrupted. “If you want us to pay for your school, you will show up for that appointment next week. Understood?” he said, standing up and leaving me alone in the room before I had a chance to respond. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “So here I am...” I mumbled before opening my eyes and seeing him sitting there intently, listening to every word. I had to admit it was easier than I thought telling him. “Well Sam, our time is up for today...” he said, placing his notes to the side, spreading his legs apart even wider and leaning in. I felt relaxed... but how could my story have lasted that long? I must have looked confused because he looked at his watch and chuckled. “Well, it’s been fifty minutes... That’s standard.” he told me, looking directly into my eyes. “You’re not the first one to sit in that chair and lose track of time. I’m not sure how much you’ve been told, but my therapy involves meditation. I’ve had great success bringing out what young men were born to be... I suppose that’s what drew your dad to my practice. I’ve had great success with my methods. We’ll work together to get you to your ideal state. What do you think? Shall we move forward?” I sat back and sighed, the pillow now on the floor. What choice did I have? My parents would cut me off and, most likely, I’d be out on the street. I took a deep breath and gave in. “Yeh...” I nodded feeling defeated and grabbing the glass of water now next to me on the side table and taking a drink. “Good... I think we should have no problem bringing out your true self," he smiled, grabbing a business card. Slowly, he stood and walked towards me and stood in front of me handing me his card. Taking the card, I swear I could see his bulge growing but I tried to keep eye contact with him. “Here’s my card. I’ve got an office at home and think we could make better progress there. On your way out, have Mike set up the appointment for next week.” Taking the card, I nodded and slipped it into my back pocket. When I closed the door to his office, I saw Mike still staring intensely at the computer monitor. “UH... Doc said to make an appointment for next week,” I told him, trying to get his attention. “Doc’s calendar is filled next week, but he sometimes does late appointments. He’s noted in your records that he can fit you in at 7pm next Friday at his place.” he said, barely paying me any attention. “Uh.... yeah ok.” I said, knowing my dad would be checking up on me. “Alright, Sam... be there on time and make sure you wear comfortable clothes since Doc’ll be starting on the meditation therapy then.” Getting into my car, it hit me that Mike had never given me Doc’s address. No matter... I thought, patting my back pocket, I had it. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Friday came and all I could think about was how I was dreading the upcoming therapy but, in a way, didn’t mind seeing Doc Murphy again. After class, I had the urge to hit the gym to get my mind off things. It was definitely the most intense workout I’d ever had... I tried to forget about the upcoming session, but I couldn’t get the fact that there was something about Doc out of my head. He wasn’t what I expected... his demeanor... his look, but especially his boots. Afterwards, I decided to head home and skip showering at the gym. On my way home, I stopped at the closest pharmacy... I don’t know why, but I felt that I needed to be completely clean for my appointment. I wandered the aisles and found what I was looking for... an enema kit. I quickly grabbed it and walked up to the older man at the cash register. Looking me over, he grunted and gave me a look of disgust just like my dad had given me that night. For some reason, I didn’t care what he thought, and I walked off without my change. Finally home, I hesitated for a minute before remembering my roommate Kirk had gone for the weekend... the coast was clear, so I started pulling off my shirt and left a trail of sweaty clothes on the way to the bathroom. Standing at the mirror, I took a good look at myself. “Not bad... though you could definitely bulk up and have more definition,” I told myself, running my hands over my pumped-up pecs before moving down my abs and grabbing hold of my cock and balls. Holding my junk in my hand, I could feel my pubes suddenly scratching my palms and an idea popped into my head. I went for the pair of clippers in the drawer. I saw it still had the guard Kirk used to buzz his head, so I turned it on and felt the buzzing in my hand as I spread my legs and moved the clippers through my pubes, trimming them down to a more manageable length. I tried to concentrate but the vibrations were making me hard. I hesitated for a minute but realized that it was making it easier to get the hair around my cock, so I continued until I was completely trimmed. That's when I looked in the mirror and realized it looked strange cause the hair on the rest of me was longer... it didn’t feel right, so I began trimming my body. Taking my time, I moved the clippers over my body while feeling the vibrations. Fuck, it felt good... I stood there looking at myself now trimmed... my cock did seem bigger. That’s when I knew what I had to do... I put the clippers to my head. The hair began to fall to the floor and mix with my body hair and I felt a wave of relief come over me... I was now even harder, but I knew I had to continue and turned on the shower. Stepping in, I began lathering my body from the neck down until I got to my cock and started stroking, getting it even harder. “Fuck yes,” I groaned, going back to the night I knelt at Bryan’s feet and sucked him off, before remembering that I didn’t have much time and Doc was waiting for me... I didn’t want to disappoint him. I grabbed the razor and proceeded to slide it along the skin of my crotch. Slowly and methodically, I continued, leaving my skin bare... it was almost as if I had been doing this forever. Finally, I rinsed off, watching as the final remnants of the hair flowed down the drain. Next, I grabbed the enema and inserted the nozzle into my hole and pushed the liquid up into me. Holding it in, I began showering to remove the final residue of lather and hair... all the while checking my skin to make sure I didn’t miss a spot. Satisfied I was now completely hairless, I moved to empty out. Fuck the feeling was intense... I rinsed out to make sure I was completely clean inside and out and began running my fingertips across my completely smooth body before drying off. Standing at the mirror again, I saw myself fully exposed. I smiled seeing the black stubble of my buzz cut bring out the blue of my eyes before moving down my pecs, past my abs to my crotch. Grabbing my junk, I felt the smooth skin of my sac gliding over my palms. “Yeh... perfect.” I grinned before running into my bedroom to grab a pair of jeans and t-shirt off the floor, slipping my bare feet into my sneakers and heading over to Doc’s. All I could think about how good my skin felt against my clothes as I made my way to Doc’s. Arriving at my destination, I turned into the long driveway... I knew his house was in one of the best areas of the city with large plots of land that allowed for privacy, but I was still impressed. I got out of my car and checked my watch as I rushed up to the door. Raising my hand to knock, the scent of my ripe t-shirt entered my nostrils. I smiled and knocked. I stood there again inhaling the ripeness, before knocking one more time... the door then opened revealing Mike. “Uh...” I stammered, not expecting to see him there. “Come on in, Sam.” he said with a slight smile as he looked me over. “Looks like you’re ready.” I stood there for a second staring at him, he looked so much like Bry... more so now when he was wearing jeans and a tight gray T-shirt. “Doc has a guest house that’s included with my job.” he told me, anticipating my question as we walked past the main part of the house into an annex. “Doc’s office is in there, he pointed. Take a seat... He won’t be long.” Walking in, I took a quick look around the room. It was old school English library style with rows and rows of leather-bound books with two chairs sitting prominently in the middle... a leather one and an upholstered one. Without a second thought, I sat in the one opposite the leather chair. It didn’t take long before Doc walked. He was also dressed like Mike... jeans and a skintight black T-shirt. As he walked over to a side table and poured a drink, my eyes were drawn to the movement of his arms and pecs. That’s when I saw he was wearing the same boots he wore during our first meeting. “10-hole Rangers,” I mumbled. "OK, Sam... ready to begin?” Doc smiled, handing me the drink and moved behind me. The first step is to sit back and let your body relax into the chair.” Sitting back, I took a sip and felt the soft cushions of the chair envelop my body as Doc’s firm hands moved over my buzzed head and grip my shoulders. “Sam, close your eyes and concentrate my voice...” he said calmly, moving his hands to my neck and began applying pressure. “Good boy. Take slow deep breaths...” I have to admit, his hands did feel good on me, and I began to sink even further into the chair as his fingers worked my neck muscles. I swear he was saying something, but I couldn’t make it out. After a few minutes, his voice slowly rose from a whisper... “Sam... I want you to know you can trust me. Do you trust me?” Without a thought, I nodded... “Yeh Doc, I trust you.” “Good boy, I want to make sure you trust me enough to do what I say so we can bring out the real you. You want that don’t you, boy?” “Yeh, Doc. I want to do what you say.” I answered, enjoying the feel of his rough hands still on my neck. “Alright boy, finish your drink now.” Without a second thought, I took the glass and downed the last of the drink in several gulps, his hands still working my neck muscles. Taking the glass from my hand, he released my neck and sat down in front of me. “Feels good to do what I tell you to do, doesn’t it boy...” I wasn’t sure if it was a question or a simple statement, but I nodded... feeling even more relaxed as he kept talking in a low deep voice which, I have to admit, was making me horny. “That’s it, boy... Just sit back and relax. That’s it. Listen to Doc... you want to obey Doc... good boy... relax...” “Yeh, obey...” I kept mumbling, as I began feeling a bit drowsy listening to his sexy voice until I couldn’t quite make out again what he was saying... I guess I must have fallen asleep because suddenly I opened my eyes, and I was alone in the room. I should have been worried, but I felt safe because I trusted Doc. For some reason, I stayed there sitting in the chair... Somehow, I knew Doc would want me to stay there. “Ah boy, you’re up...” I heard Doc say and I stood up to face him. “Yeh Doc,” I said, seeing him in a whole new light. Doc stood there, feet apart... his exposed hairy muscular chest was clad in a black leather harness... his nipples pierced with thick rings. My eyes wandered down and remained on the leather jockstrap bulging with what was obviously a thick cock. His sculpted legs were anchored in those polished boots I had kept thinking about. “10-hole Rangers.” I silently moaned. “How do you feel, Sam?” he asked, watching my reaction. “You fell asleep, so I thought I’d let you rest up before you go home... wouldn’t want you to have an accident.” “Thanks Doc. I feel great,” I said, still standing there calmly as if nothing was out of the ordinary. “How long was I asleep?” “Good to hear boy. It’s late... you’ve slept about three hours. I think you should stay here. You’d like that, right? Get comfortable.” “Yeh, Doc... I would.” I answered, feeling a deep desire to please him. Without thinking any more of it, I sat down and took off my sneakers before removing my clothes, putting them next to my sneakers and standing up at attention. “Good boy...” Doc growled, inspecting my smooth body with his hands. “Commando or jock... always.” “Yeh, Doc... always.” I repeated, standing there with my cock now at full mast from the movements of his fingertips against my freshly shaved skin. “Commando or jock.” I don’t know why I said it, yet I felt I should... but still... part of me began to wonder why I was stripped down in front of this leather god. Seeing my confusion, he again stood in front of me and held my shaved junk in his hand and squeezed. “I know, boy. But I want you to know that I held back on our session earlier this week. My job is to bring out your true self and that’s what we will do. You’ll be fully aware from this point on. Unlike most of my patients, I want you to fully accept what is going on.” I remained still... not quite understanding what he was talking about as he moved behind me and began exploring my clean, shaved hole... “Very good,” he nodded, sniffing his finger... “Fuck your dad... I was never going to do it. I see your potential, boy. So, let’s get started.” and walked over to his desk to grab something from a drawer. I remained still, the feel of his hands still fresh on my skin as I watched him pick up a glass pipe and torch. “Down boy,” he ordered, and I immediately fell to my knees... his crotch now at my eye-level. “Do you know what this is, boy?” he said, holding the pipe filled with shards of white crystals in front of his crotch. “Yeh, Doc.” I nervously answered, looking at the pipe. “But I’ve never done it.” “You trust me don’t you, boy?” he said, lighting the bowl and placing the stem at my lips before I could answer. “Open up... this will help bring out what you were meant to be. You want that, right?” “Uh huh,” I mumbled feeling the stem between my lips as he lit the torch and began to heat its contents. “Inhale boy... feel the warmth fill your lungs.” he said, looking down at me and encouraging me on. “Hold it... good now release.” I felt the thick warm cloud escape my mouth as my body began to relax before he placed the stem back in my mouth and ordered me to take another hit. “That’s my boy... you want more don’t you?” he chuckled, pulling and holding the pipe just out of reach of my lips. “Please, Doc..." I exhaled, moving forward to grasp the stem with my lips. I didn’t just want it, I felt that I needed it to please him. “Fucker...” he laughed, offering me the pipe. Taking more hits, my body began to tingle... goosebumps formed on my naked flesh as I looked up into Doc’s black eyes and felt them looking right through me. He saw the real me and I wanted to serve this man. Reaching down and grabbing my nipples, Doc smiled, “Fuck your dad...” “Fuck my dad!” I moaned, feeling his fingernails digging into them. “Gotta get these tits toughen up.” he growled, digging in deeper causing me to cry out. “Breathe boy, feel the pain.” I did the only thing I could and obeyed. I began taking deep breaths. Releasing my left tit, he grabbed his bulging crotch and ripped off the codpiece barely holding his cock and threw it across the room to reveal a thick god-like cock. “Goddamn... gonna transform you into the perfect boy.” he growled, before gripping my tit again even harder and causing me to gasp for air and slipping his cock into my mouth. “You want it don’t you... to become the perfect boy.” he said, holding my head firmly in his hands as my body was reacting to the chems now flowing through my body. “Uh huh,” I moaned as a deep hunger took over. It was all I could do to fit my lips around it, but I was determined to take it. My lips surrounded the flared ridge of his cock and started nursing on it, trying to take more and more. “Goddamn cocksucker! Show Doc how much you love cock!” he groaned, grabbing hold of my ears and pulling me into his crotch and impaling me on his cock. “That feel good boy?” he growled, holding me there before pulling me off. “Fuck yeh, Doc!” I moaned, trying to take his cock again without any force from him. I could feel him start face fucking me a couple of inches at a time... back and forth in my mouth until his movements increased. Finally, I was able to take his entire cock and I began to fill the room with my moans until his pace increased and became more erratic... I knew he was getting close. Suddenly, pulled me into his crotch as his cock swelled and I felt a torrent of hot cum spewing down my throat before he pulled back and filled my mouth, causing me to spill some on my own hard cock. That did it for me... the minute my cock felt it, I shot my own load over Doc’s boots as he rammed his cock back down my throat until the last drops seeped from his cock. Satisfied, he pulled out and I hungrily started gulping it all down. “Boy... I can’t wait to get you fully trained.” he proudly growled, standing above me and motioning to his cum covered boot. Eagerly, I placed my mouth on the boot and began lapping up my cum... the only true offering I could give of myself to this leather god. I began moving up the boot, tasting the sharpness of the boot black and covering it with my saliva. With his approval, I continued up his body, experiencing my first taste of his sweat dripping off his muscled calf until I felt his softened cock next to my cheek. “Please, Doc...” I begged, wanting to feel it in my mouth again. “You sure, boy?” he chuckled, and I nodded. “Go ahead.” I quickly took his softened cock into my mouth and began feeding... wanting to taste any remnants of his load when suddenly, I felt a trickle... Even though I knew what it was, I didn’t think about it. I realized I wanted it... It was what I was meant to do, and I started to gulp it down. Seeing my reaction, Doc held my head and stroked my face and encouraged me. “Good boy...” he said with a surprised look on his handsome face. Looking up into his eyes, I happily nodded until the flow slowed and finally stopped. Keeping some of his piss in my mouth, I sealed my lips around the shaft and began to work his cock while covering it in piss until I could feel him getting harder again. Once he was fully hard, I greedily swallowed the mouthful of piss and worked on getting another load. “Goddamn piss pig!” he groaned, starting to face fuck me again. This time, Doc was relentless and began to rapidly force his cock down my throat with every hard thrust. I was letting him use me... my mouth was just a tool to service cock... His cock. On and on he went... throat fucking my mouth until I could feel the now familiar signal his cock gave to every cocksucker lucky enough to have serviced it. With one last thrust, he again gripped my head and released a second load, and I was fed again. After releasing me, he rubbed my head approvingly and moved to his chair and sat down... “That part definitely wasn’t in the prompt.” he chuckled to himself. I remained on my knees... knowing that Doc hadn’t said otherwise. I watched him sitting there, sweat dripping from his body, and light the pipe. I moaned... Taking a long hit from the pipe, he held it prominently and so I could see it. Exhaling the thick cloud, he motioned me to come forward. Again, somehow, I knew to remain on my knees... I crawled over to him and opened my mouth. “No boy, take it.” he chuckled, “You need to practice until it’s old hat.” Nodding, I took the pipe and the torch... Listening to his instructions carefully, I lit the torch and heated the bowl... watching the crystals heat up as I rolled the bowl carefully over the flame. I started to take a hit and looked to Doc... “Bigger...” he said, and I obeyed. “Remember that feeling... how it allows you to be free to be who you were meant to be.” Doc sat there and just watched me as I took another hit... I wanted to please him... make him proud of me. After another one, he stood and took the pipe and torch from me and placed it back in the drawer. I was feeling so good. It felt like every nerve on my shaved body was on fire. I went to my grab my cock and realized it was limp. I was so horny, and I began to work on it, but it was no use. I looked up at Doc with a questioning look. “That’s enough for now, boy” he said, sizing me up and moving to a hidden closet. “Your cock won’t be in play anyway while we’re in session.” Releasing my cock, I sighed as the immense hunger for his cock continued. “Next step...” he told me, holding up a black leather jockstrap. “Commando or jock... always.” Seeing the leather jockstrap, my eyes lit up. I couldn’t take my eyes off it as he told me to get up. Handing it to me, I took it my trembling hands and felt the supple leather before putting it on and letting out a soft moan. “Thanks, Doc!” I grinned, feeling the pouch enveloping my limp cock and balls... the scent of the leather filled my nostrils. “You’re welcome, boy...” Doc chuckled approvingly, grabbing my junk and adjusting it, causing my cock to swell a bit. “Better.” Next, Doc pulled out a harness and held it to my pecs. “Fuck yes...” I sighed, looking pleadingly into Doc’s eyes and raised my arms above me. Placing the straps over my shoulders, he moved even closer... his cock now in my face. I opened my mouth to kiss it before he stepped back and out of my reach. Motioning me to rise, he began pulling the wide leather straps forward... “Deep breath,” he ordered, and I inhaled, causing my pecs to rise... He connected the straps tightly to the O ring, pushing my pecs upwards and emphasizing the workout I had done earlier in the day. As I stood there looking down and feeling the tautness of the leather harness over my smooth skin, Doc dropped a pair of boots in front of me with a pair of yellow socks sticking out. “Go on, boy... try them on.” he chuckled. “The socks are a last-minute thing.” Dropping to the hard-wood floor, I pulled the boots over my feet now covered in yellow, and carefully laced them... making sure the ladder was perfect. I stood up again and smiled... never wondering why they were a perfect fit. Everything so far just felt so right. “10-hole Rangers...” I grinned, seeing Doc now holding a piece of leather in his hands. I grew silent seeing him walk towards me... I knew what I needed to do... I fell to my knees before him. Leaning in and looking directly into my eyes, he carefully slid the collar around my neck and secured it. “Fuck yeh...” I trembled, feeling the tightness of the collar. My cock began to stir from the feel and scent of the leather. I quicky inhaled the mixture of the leather gear and our now sweat covered bodies. I looked up to the man that had done this. Doc stood there admiring me and surveying my transformation. “Go on... have a look.” he said, gripping his cock and motioning to a full-length mirror against the far wall. I got up, made my way to the other side of the room and encountered a reflection of a geared-up leather boy... just like the ones that had begun to fill my jack-off fantasies in the last week. My hands moved across my pecs, feeling the tight leather straps against my freshly shaved skin. Looking down, I saw the pouch of my jockstrap growing as the leather encompassing my junk began to mold to it. Tracing the edges of my cock on the leather, I groaned... “Shit yeh! Doc,” I grinned, looking up at Doc’s reflection as he stood behind me. “Commando or jock... leather jock!” “That’s right, boy... leather jock.” he said, wrapping his arm around me and handing me a freshly packed pipe. “Fuck me!” I growled, taking a long deep hit as I felt fingers spreading my ass cheeks. “That’s the plan, boy.” he snarled, grabbing my head to face him and placing his lips close to mine... “I’ve been wanting to feel that cunt of yours wrapped around my cock since the minute I saw you.” “Yeah, Doc... cunt... fuck my cunt.” I begged, sending the cloud directly into his mouth as he began to stroke and tease my cunt. I pushed back against his thickening cock, the hunger increasing again... I desperately wanted it. Suddenly, his boots spread my legs apart and fell forward on my knees. Instinctively, I shifted my weight to my hands and arched my back to expose my cunt. I felt his cool finger probing my cunt... this time it slipped in easily. First one then a second... Must be lubed, I thought. Moaning, I raised my hips only to feel a burning sensation flow inward. I began to struggle but Doc held me firm... “Be still, boy... relax... That’s the tina in the lube you’re feeling.” he grunted, feeling my cunt tighten. “Yeh, Doc...” I responded, gritting my teeth as he pressed his cock and slid it in. “Shit!” I grunted, feeling the pain which only lasted a moment. The rush from the chems took over and I adjusted to the fat cock invading my cunt. He pressed on, easing the shaft into me until he hit my prostate... “Fuck me!” I cried out, falling to my elbows as pulsing of my cunt spread through my entire body. At this point, all I could do was to concentrate on my cunt... Doc continued, easing his in a bit more... my cunt pulsing against his shaft. Pushing it in further, he then pulled back then a bit deeper. “That’s it, boy... take Doc’s cock.” I was going crazy, feeling his invading cock going deeper and deeper so I pushed back to urge him on... “Give it to me, Doc!” I cried out, my hands now gripped tightly into balls. That did it! With one final shove, he buried the entire length inside me, and I felt his crotch scratching against my ass cheeks... I growled, feeling completely full. I began to pull back and push forward on his cock... “Yeah?” Doc growled, starting to pick up the pace. “Goddamn, boy... you’re loving this aren’t ya?” “Fuck yeh!” I grunted, “Fucking need it, Doc... fuck your boy!” Doc then began to really pound my cunt, “Yeah... my boy” he hissed, placing his entire weight on me... sinking his cock into the deepest reaches of my cunt and forcing me to the floor. I could feel the heat of his shaft in me as he took final possession of me... his boy. I bucked against him clenching my cunt around his cock... the fuck continued. I could feel both the metal and leather of his harness and the straps of my harness scraping against my back. Shoving deeply, he went to my shoulder and sank his teeth into my skin. “FUCK!” I cried out, feeling the pain move down my back and land in my cunt as the pace of our fucking increased. With every plunge, my body moved... taking it... gripping his cock... grunting and moaning for more. Deeper and deeper he fucked me as my body reached a new level of hunger and I kept urging him on. “Goddamn cunt!” Doc kept saying, pounding me again and again. I kept at it... opening myself to his steel hard cock and I kept begging for more.... I needed it to be complete. I continued milking his cock as we became nothing but a pair of rutting animals. I didn’t want it to end but I began to feel his cock begin to swell even more... I urged him on and on, with a final thrust, he sank so deep into me that I felt I was going to be split apart. “GODDAMN CUNT!” He yelled again... his body going rigid, and I felt the hot eruption from his balls deep in my cunt before he collapsed on me. We stayed like that for a bit... our sweaty bodies dripping onto the wooden floor as the scent of our therapy session filled the air until Doc lifted his body off me and pulled out. Letting out a soft whine, I gripped at his softening cock, not wanting to release it. Now empty, I turned to face Doc. God, he was even more handsome... his sweat covered body glistened as he sat back, his legs spread wide... hands behind on the floor behind him. “Shit yeh,” I growled, crawling to him and taking his cock back in my mouth and I began to clean it. “Good, boy... remember,” Doc purred, running his hands over my sweaty head... “and taste your cunt.” Those words suddenly opened up my mind. I began to remember more details... Doc had me strip down as I told him all about Bry... I now remembered telling him about how good it felt when Bry took charge and started calling me a cocksucker. I remember him asking me if I was hard and I dropped the pillow and unzipped my shorts to expose my hard cock to show him. And then another memory hidden deep in my subconscious appeared! Mike had walked at that point and took off his clothes, exposing a beautifully hard shaved body. Mike looked to Doc who nodded, and he dropped to his knees, making his way towards me and took my hard cock in his mouth. As I continued my story to Doc, Mike began to suck and finger my cunt as I went on to describe Bry’s load exploding in my mouth. Only this time, I now knew that at that very moment I had shot a load into Mike’s mouth. Sitting back, Mike looked so much like Bry that I dropped down and began to make out with him. I could hear Doc laughing as Mike's tongue pushed the cum into my mouth. Afterwards, I sat back in the chair and moaned... remembering how Bry’s load tasted in my mouth. Mike sat back for a minute, watching me before looking in Doc’s direction. Given permission, he stood and got dressed without a word between them and left. “Zip up boy...” Doc commanded and all I could remember after that was him giving me instructions on how to be a good boy. I should have been scared and angry, but I wasn’t, and I continued servicing his cock. This was the way it was meant to be... I remained on Doc’s cock even after feeding on the last of his cum and my cunt juices. Noticing, Doc straightened up and held my chin as I let his cock rest on my tongue. He spoke proudly... “You do realize, boy... piss wasn’t part of your therapy.” Releasing his cock, I smiled... “I guess I do, Doc...” before going back to his cock to wait for another load of piss.

It had been a long time since I went to a barber... I was fussy and if I didn't click with the guy, it was never going to happen. A mate of mine told me about a guy he knew that had a chair in his own house... I wasn't impressed, but he assured me that he had a great reputation. I wasn't sure, still a bit gun-shy from previous experiences. I let it slide and forgot about it until I caught sight of my reflection in the bathroom... something had to give. After a couple of weeks I decided to let my mate arrange a meeting with this guy. After a bit of back and forth the day finally came to sit in this guy's chair, my mate told me not to judge a book by it's cover... I brushed it off but still thought it was a weird thing to say. I arrived at an ordinary looking house and even before I reached for the doorbell this tattooed, bearded guy appeared in the open doorway. He was pleasant enough, but I couldn't shake this feeling... maybe it was the past experiences that were causing ripples. We shook hands and I entered the house, I found it a bit weird that I heard the door lock behind me... I glanced back but the guy smiled and encouraged me into his salon. Pleasantries were exchanged and I began to unload, telling the guy all about my past experiences with dodgy barbers...he could see how uptight and placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder, as he threw the cover round me to start cutting my beard I noticed the heavy rubber of the cover... and it was tight around my neck, I commented on the cover and the guy just grinned. He asked if I would like a beer or something else to drink... I started to like this guy and thought... yeah why not! As I sat gulping my beer down, he groomed his way round my beard, fuck I was starting to relax...I was happy to sit there all day...at one point he leaned in and growled that he had time to do a good job on me, without thinking I accepted another beer, this was great as I started to lean back into the chair almost feeling drowsy...

Chicago—May, 2023 I slept so well on Thursday night after unloading that large load in the motel cumdump. Friday, I had a late breakfast and was not planning on doing anything as I was headed to another Horse Market that night. I knew that I did not want to fuck at all during the morning or afternoon, keeping the entire reserve of my freshly-made-over-night seed for the mares. But Evan, the man who usually drives to my house from the burbs of Chicago, saw I was in town. He was fine with me not wanting to use my dick. He’d bring toys and I had my hands. He arrived before the motel filled up the rest of the way for the weekend. He brought with him three beautiful Square Peg copper-colored toys, lube and some pads to protect the bed and carpet. We started with him on all fours. I used all three of the superbly crafted toys on him before I switched to my hands. Then we took a break. He flipped to his back and we did it all again. An almost two-hour session. Somehow with my dick out of play, I don’t think this meet needs a play by play. But it was a great way for me to have some action during the day—and still keep my cock wanting all that ass that night. And it’s always good to see Evan… Chicago—May, 2023 After Evan left, I cleaned up, ate an early dinner and went to the venue for check in at 6pm. It is an art gallery located between Boystown downtown and the gay bars on the north side. It is always odd to stand around with the other tops waiting to go in. But this time, being in a city I know well, I knew three of them from other events in Chicago. I also saw a man I recognized from the Horse Market in Cleveland in April. There was one more man I knew, Eric, who had been in the two porn videos I shot here during IML’s past. We were finally ushered in and stripped down in the room. PIC (Just today HMSF published the newsletter about this event and used this picture. I hope he is fine with me showing off the space, too, saving a lot of words.) It was more compact than the space in Cleveland, but that’s not a bad thing. It would make the mares kneel closer together on the tables. I was sure we’d be slipping into one from another, that much easier. I stripped down and added my chaps and harness. (It is a leather weekend, after all!) and checked my bag of clothes. I got my picture taken with my assigned number on a wrist band held next to the bulge in my jock. And we waited. Finally, we were led out of the room so the mares could be let in. We waited in a stairwell—men feeling themselves up to make sure that their cock was starting to pump blood. We were let in… It is a breathtaking sight to see so many naked or jocked (and hooded!) men offering their asses to you. I would guess there are 30 or so mares presenting themselves to us. All but one has a red hood—meaning they want it bareback. It looks like there are a few more stallions; some are waiting their turn to get into a man. I find a lovely round and hairy white butt in the air. I kneel and rim him. He groans, joining the moans and groans of all the other mares—and a good number of stallions, too. I finally feel like I have opened his tight ass enough to get in. I tell him this is a big one to start—and inch into him. He yelps—but relaxes with some poppers. I fuck him slow—then hard. He thanks me and I move on. An ebony ass next. Dark skin and jet black hair in the crack. I spread his full cheeks apart. His ass lips are already puffy. I have seen three guys use him already. I rim him. He babbles a running stream of ‘fucks!’ His ass is juicy—a natural luber—and I stay on my knees a long time. Finally, I fuck him. “Now that’s a cock,” he groans. He squeezes down on me. I sigh. I fuck him for a long time—and return countless times to him in the next few hours… * It's hot and airless in here now. I rather wish I had not worn my leather. I have fucked big bears in slings. And one on the bench. I railed two otters who were kissing each other and moaning into the other’s mouth—as another top and I traded off on them. Back and forth we went in their holes. There have been a few very subby men who barely whimper—and just take it. I now have three favorites…The Black man I mentioned early on, and two men in slings. One is a bear. He seems to be a load magnet. Men are always fucking him and seem to lose control and give him their seed. He encourages me to always churn the cum and push it deeper into him. I do. Again and again as the night wears on. The other is a young furry man in the opposite sling. He is young and lithe with a nice chest and a hole that will not let go of any cock in it. I stand by his head, my cock, covered in cum from his ass, is in his mouth as he takes a younger top. The top explodes inside. I move around to felch. He begs me to snowball it to him. I do, drop by drop. He is so turned on, his cock erects inside his blue jock. I fuck him again—and promise I will be back. * It is late. I go to the sling with the bear. I have decided I want to load him. He has not had as many as the young guy, so I want to help even things out for him. But he gone. The sling is empty. I go to the young man. He is being pounded by first one then another of two guys that I have seen work in tandem all evening. The first guy, on round two, loses it. He cums. The other guy drives into the slippery mess. I stand to the side—waiting and stroking. They leave. I go to my knees and begin to felch. “You’re here—perfect timing,” the otter groans. “Feed them to me?” I make myself stand up. I lean across him and kiss him with the mouthful of jizz. No dripping into his open mouth this time. Our tongues collide, pushing the creamy mess back and forth in our mouths. He groans. I feel his hard cock press against my own. I go back and eat a little more. We repeat the kiss. We are both damned hungry for each other. I need to breed. I slip into him. I have swallowed and shared a lot of cum—but he is still creamy inside. I love the wet sloshing sound I make as I fuck. And I’m there. I shoot a replacement load for what we’ve eaten out of him. I bend to kiss him again. We hold like that for a long time. My dick will not go down. “Let me clean it,” he murmurs. I go down and felch my own load for a moment. I share it with the otter. He swallows hungrily. And only then do I let him clean my cock. “You are still really hard. Fuck me.” I do. And I actually can give him a second load! The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: IML 2023: Toy Play (and an Update) (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) June 5, 2023 And Here: From My Side of the Sling: IML 2023: Horse Market (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) June 6, 2023

Me, a guy from a small christian village in Europe, finally got to move out his conservative parents home to go study on the art academy. I chose the furthest school away, for i knew i had a unfulfilled desire. Ever since I was little, piercings have intrigued me, and i knew i wanted a Prince Albert at age 13. Some years later, i had just turned 16, I went for it. Emailed the only piercings shop that wasn't in another district: "Do you also do genital piercings? And if so, is it a problem im only 16 years old?" The piercer responded; "No problem, come by anytime" So I did, one day after school, i biked 40 minutes very scared to this place. The guy pierced my cock, but clearly didn't have any idea what he was doing. But i was happy, since this was my only chance. + it was the only piercing i could hide from my parents since i still lived at home. Immediately i knew i wasn't done yet, i needed more. more piercings, but also tattoos... Over the years, and far away from my parents i started exploring sexually. Having the Prince Albert, got both nipples pierced, and get met first tattoo. But everytime I checked of a mark of my list, i added a dozen more. More fetishes explored, and more things tried. This led me to a chem sex party, where i slammed for the first time. Now i definitely needed more body modifications. I got more genital piercings, a thick apadravya and a thick ampallang, Jacobs ladder, and guiches added. I started stretching my PA very big, to 1cm or 00G, and watch loads of porn with piercings. Where i saw a guy who's penis looked cut open. His PA had broken. I wanted that look, but didn't want to wait for it to snap. I took a knife and started cutting the skin away, using the thick metal jewellery as a cutting board. The thick metal ring fell on the floor making a load BANG. The blood, i noticed, actually tasted amazing and led me to search for different extreme porn. I watch more and more, lading on silicone filled cocks and balls. Men with huge genital, no way to hide them. One porn star, Jan Losch was my favourite. He made multiple videos, where every time he appeared his balls had grown exponentially. I Noticed he was POZ and it turned me so on: the ultimate body modification, changing your DNA. My next goal was set. [will be continued]

I excitedly wondered what master wanted me to do next. He pointed. “There’s a chair under a blanket over there. Lift off the blanket and wait.” I had an idea what was next and it thrilled me. I lifted the blanket to reveal what I expected — a rim seat. “Have you ever eaten ass, slave?” “Yes, master.” “You liked it, didn’t you?” “Very much, master.” “A dirty little slave like you knows his purpose is to please other men and revels in it. Get under it.” My ass, still sore from the beatings, smarted as lay down on my back, head under the chair. I knew I deserved it because I failed my master. He took off his pants, walked towards the chair and set down. God, his naked ass was gorgeous, and I desperately wanted to please it. “I’m going to have another hit before you start. You’ll probably be lousy at it so I need the T to make it somewhat enjoyable for me.” I heard the torch ignite. Even unable to see, it turned me on. My tongue wanted to start licking him. He put the pipe down. “Get to work, slave. Show me you’re worth your master’s time.” I raised my head and started slowly licking, his cheeks first. “Do it like you mean it, you useless piece of shit! This isn’t foreplay with some twink you picked up in a bar! You are rimming the ass of a real man!” Desperate to please my master, I plunged my face between his butt cheeks and started furiously tonguing his hole. Even though his glorious ass was clean the aroma was intoxicating, the smell of a true man. After a few seconds, I could feel him tightening his ass a bit. He let out a low moan. Knowing I was pleasing my master made me go at it with even more intensity. “Good slave. There may be hope for you yet.” I kept at it, wanting to continue pleasing him. He moaned more. “I think you’ve earned another hit, slave. Take the pipe and torch from the floor and have one.” I looked. It was master’s huge pipe, not the one he allowed me to use earlier. “May I use your pipe, master?” “Only because I don’t want you to have to stop long enough to get the small one.” I put the pipe into my mouth, aroused just because it had previously been in my master’s mouth. I hoped he’d eventually be gracious enough to shotgun me. “Blow a cloud if you want. I know it will excite you. You’re doing adequately well now, so maybe it will encourage you to perform better.” I knew what to do. I had parTied before. I lit the torch and held the flame under the huge bowl, waited for it to fill with vapor, then drew them into my lungs. I had never taken a hit so big before. Previous highs seemed like nothing to me. I slowly let the cloud out and watched it move down my chest and swirl around my cock. God, it felt good. “Get your face back in my ass slave.” I did as ordered, the meth encouraging me. Master took another hit. When I took a brief break for air, I could see he was stroking his cock. That thrilled me, knowing I was serving him so well. “Nibble me, slave.” I did and he growled. “Harder.” I bit and he responded with, “Yeah, yeah. Good slave.” That may have lasted ten minutes, it may have lasted two hours. Unbridled lust and potent T ruined my time perception but I didn’t give a fuck. Master finally said, “Enough for now. You’ve shown me you know how to use your tongue.” “Thank you, master. I’m glad I could please you so.” He stood and put his leather pants back on, but I could see his massive bulge outlined by them. “I’ll bet you love having a cock in your mouth, slave.” Excitement surged in me at the thought of feeling him in my mouth. “I do master.” “Little sub pigs like you always do. You know you exist to please other men. All you want is cocks in your pathetic holes.” “Master understands me. Thank you.” “Bullshit. I don’t understand you. That would be like understanding my cock pump. You’re just a thing for my pleasure.” I knew he was right, and it left me even more aroused. “You’re right, master.” “Do you want my cock inside your mouth?” “Yes, master, there’s nothing I want more than…” “Lying little faggot. We both know what you really want.” I nodded. “I know, master. I’ve not earned that privilege yet.” My ass ached to feel him inside it, to be pounded as I begged for more. “Approach your master.” I started to step towards him, then I remembered my unworthiness. I got on my hands and knees and crawled towards the glorious man who was allowing me to serve him. I stopped and rise to my knees, my face maybe six inches from the gigantic bulge in his pants. “Another hit, slave?” I was already higher than I ever thought possible, but I wasn’t going to refuse. “If master thanks I deserve it.” “You don’t, but I want to make sure you’re ready for what’s next. I’ll go first.” He put the pipe in his mouth, applied the torch, inhaled, then… Oh, holy fuck, he bent down, pressed his lips to mine, and exhaled a cloud into my mouth. “Pass it back to me, slave”, he hissed. I pressed my lips to his and exhaled into his mouth. God, I thought I was high before, but the thrill of a shotgun from my master made it even more intense. “That was your reward for doing a good job using your mouth on my ass. If you can serve my cock as well, slave, there’s a better reward.” He unzipped his pants and pulled out his swollen cock. “Get ready, slave. This will be a more difficult test.” More to cum

i think i've told this story before but one day watching tv batman and robin jumped on their fireman poles in street clothes and then landed in the batcave in costume. realizing they'd been naked together at one point during the decent, i became obsessed w the image of the two guys naked side by side on stripper poles 😜

Soooooo ..... turns out Orange Jesus isn't quite as rich as he's been claiming. What a surprise - not !! It's only a matter of hours before the State of NY starts to padlock some of those buildings. What surprises me is that the billionaires that have been supporting certain Justices (capitalized it anyway) on the Supreme Court haven't ponied up to bail BigMacAss out of the mess of his own making. Another surprise (but not all that surprising) is that his son-in-law, who received a couple B from the Saudi's hasn't ponied up either. But, I suppose the grift, the selfishness, the greed runs in the Kushner family too. Now that the RNC is being run by OJ's daughter in law, he's soaking that smallish pot up like a sponge too, and it seems those vulgar, gold-colored sneakers aren't bringing in as much dough as they'd planned. I know I haven't seen a pair when I'm out and about. Maybe his sense of what's tasteful and what's not is just another facet of human-ness he's lacking - on top of all the others. With the RNC throwing it's money away on trying to keep puke-mouth outta the clink, I'm wondering how much will be left to do the ads ... all the tasks National Committee's generally do to get their nominee elected. As to the HoR's, (spelled it phonetically), at least they managed to pass yet another Continuing Resolution to fund the Government .... that's at least something ....

The first time I fucked a guy it was bareback, and I loved it. The first time I got fucked, threw a Gloryhole, it was bareback, and I love that too.

ugly guys turn me on whereas pretty guys do nothing for me

He finally came down, dressed head-to-toe in leather. A cap, a vest that showed his beautiful hairy chest, and pants so tight they looked like they were glued on. ”Do you like what you see?” ”Yes, master.” ”What does it make you want to do?’ ”Serve my master, please my master.” ”Fucking right, slave.” He looked at my naked body. “Flabby, fat, weak, and a small cock. If I wasn’t such a generous master, I’d kick you out now. But your cock doesn’t matter. Why is that, slave?” “Your cock is all that matters, master.” ”That’s correct. You’re not even allowed to touch yours without permission.” He paused and opened a drawer. “I’m going to get high now. You’ve not earned a hit of Tina yet.” He pulled out a pipe with an already loaded bowl the size of a tennis ball and a torch. “You said you’ve parTied before. I bet the clouds turned you on, made you horny, made that tiny dick hard.” ”You’re right master.” “Worthless little chem fags like you always do. I don’t understand it. Clouds floating in the air aren’t making anyone high. But because I’m a good master…” He put the pipe in his mouth, lit the torch, and heated the crystals in the bowl. I was transfixed as I watch him inhale, pause, lean his head back, then release a massive cloud. My cock, already swollen from being in the presence of my gorgeous, glorious master, tingled. I wanted to do whatever it took for him to allow me the honor of flying high with him. “Thank you, master” I whispered. ”Fuck yeah” he said. “That’s really potent T. You’re gonna be so fucking high when I decide you’ve earned it.” “I want to earn it, master. Tell me how I can please you.” “For starters… what do you call someone who is paid for sex?” “A whore, master.” “Good slave. And how, my little whore, are you getting paid?” “With T, master.” “You’re getting closer.” “With meth. Master gives me meth for serving him.” “Good slave. So that makes you a…” “Meth whore, master.” “Exactly right. You’re just my dirty meth whore. Tell master who you are.” “Your dirty meth whore, master.” “Approach me.” I took a step towards him. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing? A slave isn’t allowed to come to his master standing! On your fucking knees, you useless fucking faggot!” I dropped to my knees and hung my head in shame. “Please forgive me, master.” “No. There’s one way a slave is forgiven. You have to be punished.” “I know, master.” Holy fuck, I was turned on now. “Ask master to punish you.” “Please master, punish me. Allow me to earn your forgiveness.” He didn’t respond, just went to a cabinet and opened it. “Turn around and don’t look,” he ordered. “Wait to see what I have for you.” It only took a few seconds but it seemed like an eternity. He approached me from behind. “Turn your head.” I did and saw he was holding a riding crop. “You know what’s next, right?” I nodded.“Yes, master.” “Tell me what’s next.” “You’ll beat my ass with it, master.” “Why?” “So I learn to serve my master better.” “Pain is the only way to teach useless shits like you anything. Get on all fours.” I did as he walked behind me. “Don’t yell out. Just count the swats. Show me you have the potential to be man enough to serve me.” He raised his arm. I heard the crop slice the air and… oh, fuck it hurt! But it felt even better. It was my first real lesson as being a sex slave, a meth whore, and I fucking wanted more. “One!” I yelled. Two more blows. I counted them as ordered. He walked around in front of me. “You took your punishment well. What do you say now.” “Thank you, master.” “For what?” “Thank you for training me to serve you, master.” “Good. Are you ready for your first hit from the pipe?” “If master thinks I am.” “Beg for it. Show me you’re a meth whore.” “Please master, make me high. I don’t deserve it, I know. I’ll earn it, I swear.” “You’re fucking right you’ll earn it.” He opened a drawer and pulled out a smaller pipe. “You don’t get to use my big one, not yet. You’ve not proven you’re worthy to have your lips touch something my lips have touched.” He loaded the pipe from a huge baggie of crystals. “Stay on all fours.” He put the pipe into my mouth. “Inhale when ordered, whore. Only exhale when I tell you. No pansy-ass clouds. I want you higher than you’ve ever been” He held the torch under the bowl. I could see the vapor swirling. “Inhale.” I did. My lungs filled with potent clouds. He pulled the pipe away. “Wait… wait…” My lungs felt like they were about to burst, but the rush was hitting me too. “Exhale.” I finally did. Just a few wisps came out. “How do you feel, slave?” “Oh god, oh god, I’m flying, master. Thank you, thank you.” I was talking a thousand miles an hour. “Stop acting like a fucking tweaker. I didn’t allow you a hit so you fucking chat. Tell your master how it makes you feel!” I knew what he wanted to hear. “Ready to serve my master. I’ll do whatever he wants. Anything. I’m his meth whore now.” “Fucking right. You may approach me.” My chemmed-up mind was racing with thoughts of what might be next. Whatever my master wanted me to do, I wanted to do it. I was his to command and I loved it. I crawled towards him. When I was about three feet away, he ordered, “Stop. Rise before me.” I did. “You need to be marked.” He pulled a sharpie out of a drawer. “Come closer.” I did until he put a hand on my shoulder. Dear God, just that touch was extraordinarily erotic. He uncapped the sharpie. “Close your eyes.” I did and felt him write on my chest. “Turn around.” I did, and felt him writing on my back. “Open your eyes. Tell me what it says on your chest.” I looked down. “Meth whore.” “That’s right. And your back says ‘Cum dumpster’.” “Thank you master. I know that’s what I am.” “You fucking love it, too, don’t you.” “Yes, master. I love existing to serve you. I love being rewarded with the pipe. I love being trained…” “Shut the fuck up. It’s time to get to work on earning your next hit.” More to cum

Met two daddies on grinder, went to their place and stripped down together and jumped in the jaccuzi, after a few drinks I couldn’t help it and reached my foot over to daddy 1 and rubbed his cock and with my hand rubbed the daddy 2’s cock who pulled me in to make out, when daddy 1 saw that he stood up and came over cock wet,hard and glistening. Without saying anything daddy 2 and licked each side of his cock…after a bit of this daddy 2 pulled me up and bent me over to eat my hole before making me ride him which felt so hot being out in the open getting my hole filled. Daddy 1 got jealous I think and suggested we check out the sling ( never was in one before) after some awkward getting settled in it, daddy 1 lubed me up and slid his cock in, I remember how amazing it felt hitting my spot that he got rougher and I eventually came all over myself. Daddy 1 nutted in me and could feel/hear the load drip out, daddy 2 walked up and got ready for his turn. He was a bit of a faster cummer but I didn’t mind at that point I was a mindless sex object. Daddy 2 nutted and I felt satisfied. We all got up and shared the outdoor shower and made out together

Doc Murphy’s Therapy 2 “Fuck, boy,” Doc grunted, placing his hands behind his head and adjusting his body to give me better access. That goddamn mouth’ll be servicing this cock... taking everything that comes from it,” he said as his gaze met mine. “You want that don’t you, boy?” “Yeh, Doc... I do... so much.” I said barely above a whisper, holding his cock securely in my mouth. Suddenly, I heard the quiet squeak of leather booted footsteps and turned to see Mike standing there wearing the same gear I now had on, except for one minor difference... the pouch on his jockstrap contained a removable codpiece just like Doc’s. Fuck! Standing there in his gear, he was even more beautiful than I imagined. His hard muscles rippled over his smooth body as he drew closer. His eyes traveled slowly up and down my own sweat covered body to finally rest on the puddle of cum under me. Then, without a word, he dropped to his knees. Lifting my hips, he spread my legs with his knees to completely expose me and started lapping Doc’s load out of my well-fucked cunt. “Fuck!” I moaned, feeling the warm wet tongue probing and digging for every drop of cum still inside me. “Goddamn boy...” Doc grinned, looking down watching me squirm in pleasure... “You fucking amaze me but I don’t think I have anything left.” Mike then ground his strong jaw deeper and went animal. I continued to writhe as his rough stubble scratched and scraped against my shaved ass cheeks causing me to tense up, but Mike held my hips and continued his feeding. “Push it out, Sam...” Doc ordered, grabbing my head. “Let Mike taste you...” he barked and tensed up. “Oh fuck... I do. Drink up boy.” he laughed. Still latched on Doc’s cock, another load of chemmed piss erupted and hit the back of my throat. There was a part of me that couldn’t believe that I was here... between a man’s thighs drinking piss... that Doc hadn’t put this in my head, but I was definitely loving it. Feeling the flow finally come to an end, I moved my tongue around his wet shaft to collect the last drops of piss. “Open up, Sam.” Doc commanded, stroking my head. Releasing his cock, I raised my chin and opened my mouth only to have Doc loudly hoc a load of spit and phlegm and drop it into my mouth. Without a thought, I swallowed just as Mike finished on my cunt and sat back... “Go on,” Doc said to me, moving to his chair. I quickly turned to face Mike deeply inhaling from the glass pipe. My eyes locked with his... I crawled slowly to him and sat up. My hands reached out... fingers gliding over his smooth muscled pecs and thick tits before holding onto the tight straps of his harness and pulling him to me... working my way up to feel the snug leather collar secured around his neck. Staring into those dilated green eyes, I leaned in further and felt the softness of his lips as he released the cloud. I inhaled and with my hand on the back of his neck, I pressed my lips to his, pushing my tongue into his hot mouth... enjoying the now familiar taste of the chems, Doc’s cum and my cunt juices. Mike finally reacted... His tongue met mine and the sparring began as I felt his strong hands grip my shoulders and hold me tight. I was not going anywhere... not that I wanted to. We kept on until Mike released his grip and pushed me down... I moved to his sweaty neck, tasting the sharp flavor of his collar that could only come from years of wear. My tongue descended, now licking his pecs and flicking the thick tits. I made my way down to explore the ridges of his rock-hard abs. I knew I was close... I could smell the musky scented leather pouch below and inhaled... knowing that his cock was inches from my face. I moaned, begging him... “Please...” Removing the codpiece, he revealed a thick pierced cock. I inhaled and the musk of his crotch and leather filled my nostrils. My first instinct was to take the shaft into my mouth but catching sight of a droplet of pre-cum oozing from the piss slit, I moved closer. My tongue darted out with anticipation and ran it under the ring, waiting for my first taste of him. Taking its time, I watched the drop slowly run down the back of the ring until it landed on my waiting tongue. “Mmmmm...” I moaned, savoring the drop containing a hint of chlorine hitting my taste buds. Moving down, I ran my tongue along the length of his expanding shaft and over the large set of balls. I looked up into his face, his hands behind his back to steady himself with outstretched legs... his face carefully watching me. The feeling of my hands on his muscled thighs caught my attention... I moved to lick his inner thighs and experience my favorite scent of a man... the musk that emanates in the crease between his crotch and thigh. Almost involuntarily, my tongue began to lap and taste the dripping sweat, sending shivers through my body only to concentrate on my cunt. I licked and nibbled at his smooth legs as I made my way down his calves until I finally reached the polished black leather of his boots. “Fuck, yeh... 10-hole Rangers...” I growled, licking my way down until I was completely on the floor in front of Mike, ass up, and started worshipping his left boot... Moving past the upper, I quickly licked across the vamp, feeling my tongue glide across the leather. I worked my tongue to cover his boot in my spit, producing an increased shine. Next, I shifted and began on his right boot until it also glistened before moving back up his leg, leaving a slimy trail along the way. My eyes shifted up to see Mike’s cock steadily engorging and I continued to my prize. Reaching his low hanging sac, I tried to take it completely in my mouth, but his enormous balls were too much. So, I took each, one at a time, and rolled it over my tongue... feeling their full weight. Gently, I flicked his sac... around and under, giving it a good tongue bath. I couldn’t resist it anymore and I moved to the base of the shaft... Mike was now panting and thrusting into the air... his sac pulling up as a trickle of pre-cum ran down into my mouth. I grabbed the base, looked Mike in the eyes and lowered my open mouth. Mike let out a faint moan... Tasting the sharp tang, I slid my tongue across the underside of the dark purple cock head and took him entirely to the root. Mike’s hands grasped my head and violently started to face-fuck me. I could feel the ring hitting the back of my throat before sliding down into me with every thrust... On he went... taking control and I just let him. I was there to be used and I enjoyed it! Before long, I could feel his body trembling and I knew it wouldn’t be long. At the same time, I slid my hand under him and pressed firmly into his cunt. Feeling my finger reach his prostate, he began to whimper as I stroked it, hoping to get him off quickly... I needed his cum. And it worked! Mike exploded and clamped his hands on my head, letting out a wordless cry as a volley of cum ran down my throat. He fell back, covered in sweat and breathless. I swallowed that delicious load that had coated the back of my tongue and throat. Regaining his breath, Mike looked to Doc, and, without a word between them, Doc motioned to the door. I just sat there, watching Mike’s sculpted glutes cross the room to pick up the tossed codpiece from the floor... Securing it, he walked out the door. At the sound of the door closing, I looked back at Doc with a questioning look. He smiled and took a drink. Sitting back, he began to explain... “I was wondering when you’d notice, boy. Mike was one of my first patients. Like you, he showed promise but there was always a part of him that had been totally fucked up by his upbringing. Even with all the hours of therapy, there was still a wall I couldn’t break through. So, boy...” he said, taking another sip, “he requires a prompt to become what you saw. After every session, he leaves, removes his gear and stows it away... out of his sight and out of mind, so to speak.” he chuckled. “Then, he heads to his room and forgets everything that happened.” “Fuck! Even the part of being gay?” I asked, wiping the sweat off my forehead. He laughed, taking another sip... “No, boy... In all other respects, he’s gay... He was always gay.” He continued on, taking hit from the pipe and exhaling... “It seems that he wasn’t meant to be completely submissive... unlike you.” he said, calling me over and offering the pipe. “Yeh, Doc... it sounds like it.” I said, looking at the mirror and seeing the state I was in. I took the pipe and lit it like I had been doing it forever... I held the cloud in my lungs as Doc reached down and picked up a chain link leash. He secured it to my collar, and I let out the cloud with a loud moan. “I took Mike under my wing after that.” he continued, leading me out of the room into a long dark hallway. “We continued our therapy sessions as he studied psychology at the university. He’s a grad student now and soon, he’ll be moving on...” he said with a hint of regret, opening a nondescript door and pulling me in. My eyes grew wide at the sight... the room was a fetish fantasy... a heavy steel rack stood next to the door holding multiple styles of harnesses, chaps and other leather clothing while gear was displayed on shelves... whips, paddles and cunt toys of all shapes and sizes! One entire wall was covered with mirrors. The other walls, floor and ceiling were painted matte black. In one corner of the room, there stood a large metal framed bed covered with black rubber sheets. But the most prominent piece was in the middle of the room... a well-used black leather sling suspended by heavy chains from the wooden rafters. “Go on boy, take a look around...” He told me, pulling me up by the collar and unhooking my leash. Moving to the sling, I noticed the wooden floor had been replaced with heavy duty black rubber. Running my hand over the buttery soft leather, I moaned... “Fuck Doc!” Doc turned down the lights to reveal a soft red glow from the crown molding shining up on the ceiling from the walls and turned to me... “Like it, boy?” He asked, grabbing me and placing me on the sling. “Yeh, Doc... I fucking like it!” I growled, my cunt now exposed again. “I thought you would,” he chuckled, wrapping my wrists and ankles in leather restraints to securely bind me before raising the bottom edge of the sling. “Better,” he said, leaning in with a wicked smile and whispered something in my ear. I began to feel drowsy, but I was still aware of what was going on... Doc continued, his voice rising a bit and stroking my inner arm... “Still trust me, boy?” Nodding, I answered over and over again... “Yeh, Doc... I do.” “That’s my boy...” he growled as I felt a tightness on my bicep. “Look at me. I want you to see this.” Turning slowly towards his voice, I saw him holding a syringe... the shiny needle tip at my now prominent vein. “What?” I mumbled... starting to struggle slightly. “Think back, boy... you trust me...” Doc said with a menacing scowl and plunged the needle into my vein. I could feel the needle entering but it was Doc, so I stopped struggling. “Yeh, Doc... go on...” I said, watching the contents of the syringe mix with my blood. “Register...” I moaned, not really knowing how I knew that. “Come back,” I heard him say... With that, he released the tourniquet and the slam rushed through my body and I was flying... I could feel the texture of the leather sling hitting every nerve on my back... It was nothing like the clouds... it was a new sensation... “Goddamn fuck!” I coughed out... Trying to take a breath through the coughing fit, my hips began to uncontrollably buck... my cunt spasmed. As the coughing slowed, my mind filled with visions of hard cocked leather clad men in an orgy of sucking and fucking.... piss was flying everywhere. I looked at Doc, standing there watching me... “Fuck my cunt, please...” I begged, lifting my hips further and offering myself. “That’s my boy... welcome back.” Doc grinned, sliding his fingers over my pulsing cunt. “Is it all you wanted?” “God! Yes!” I cried out in bliss as he smiled and walked to one of the lower shelves. Doc stood there for a minute looking at the items... Finally, he reached down and took hold of a pair of long black rubber gloves... “Aww fuck!” I growled, hearing the rubber snap against his sweaty biceps as he looked over his shoulder at me. Still looking over at me, he instinctively grabbed a tub of Elbow Grease and a chain of black silicone anal balls without taking his eyes off me. “Oh Fuck!” I moaned, watching the hard pulsing cock leading him back to me. Sinking his hand into the tub, Doc smiled, his now slick hand spreading the lube all over my cunt. Kneeling, he pressed a slippery finger into me without resistance... I lifted my hips to meet the intruder, shoving even more of the lube into me. Satisfied, Doc pulled out and pressed the first ball against my cunt... I tried to relax. “Push out, boy...” he instructed, grabbing my tit and digging in. “FUCK!” I screamed, feeling my cunt open up and take it in... I could feel my cunt relax as it clamped onto the chain, and I felt a reassuring fullness inside me. “Good boy!” he told me, patting my now filled cunt. “One...” “One...” I automatically repeated in a long moan as the first one slid deeper into me. Another one was now at the entrance... Doc slowly pushed on it, and I was open again... Sending waves of pleasure into my cunt. “Two...” Doc growled. “Two...” I moaned, feeling the weight of them as another met the opening. This time, I pushed back to meet it and felt Doc nudging it against my extending cuntlips until it was accepted. “Threee,“ I growled, before Doc could give the count. “Goddammit,” he chuckled, dropping the remaining two to hang from my filled cunt... the sensation causing me to tighten up on the chain and flex on the three heavy balls inside me. “That’s my boy!” he said, slapping my ass cheeks then stepping back to admire. My chemmed up cunt was on fire now... and I didn’t hold back... “Please, Doc!” I begged, “More...” “Of course, fucker,” he chuckled, picking up the final one and pushing against me. The feeling was intense... I didn’t know if I could take it with the three already inside me. “Easy boy... relax...” he encouraged, sliding a well lubed finger around the entrance to relax me. Feeling his finger slipping in against the ball, I began to writhe in pleasure. With a final push, the last one was in, leaving only the handle remaining outside my body. “YEEEH! FOUR!!!” I cried out as a wave of pulsating pleasure rocked my cunt and rolled through my hungry body. “Damn boy... you’re perfect!” Doc growled, standing there and stroking his now leaking cock before grabbing the chain and gently pulling on it to stimulate my cunt. “OH FUCK... OH FUCK...OH FUCK!” I whimpered, feeling every nerve in my chemmed up cunt fire at once. “How’s it feel, boy?” he asked, rubbing my abs and feeling the now protruding balls underneath. “Doc.....” I moaned, not being able to say another word as my cunt convulsed and surrounded the four heavy balls deep in my gut. “Enough said,” he growled, pulling on the handle. “GOD!! FUCK!” I yelled, feeling the balls sliding against my intestines as the chain grew taut. When the fourth ball hit my sphincter, I moaned, as my cuntlips expanded over the slippery surface and expelled it with a loud pop. “One...” Doc laughed. Nodding, I took a deep breath, “One...” Doc moved on to empty me of the remaining balls, with me dutifully counting down until the last one left my cunt... “Four...” I exhaled, dropping back on the sling as he flung it to one side with a thud... his cock now at my cunt. “Nine,” he grunted, grabbing my hips and easily slipping into my gaping hole... I moaned, feeling myself filled again... this time with no pain. “Do it...” I begged. And with that, the rutting began... his thrusts shoved the sling back, only to yank me back with all his strength onto his shaft on the rebound... pounding me harder and deeper with each thrust... my cunt throbbed again at the invasion. Sensing a change in Doc’s rhythm, I gripped his shaft tightly, causing him to growl... “Goddamn cunt!” His breath became labored as he continued burying himself in my cunt and taking possession. Now leaning in, he grabbed my harness and increased the speed of his fucking and brought me to the edge... “SHIT YEH!” I cried out as my body began to shudder... I could feel my nuts releasing a huge river of cum from my still limp cock and fill my leather jock. My cunt clamped down Doc’s cock and his breathing grew labored... “Yeah fucker,” he hissed with one final thrust, trembling... I heard him deeply inhale and hold his breath as his cock swelled within me... Releasing a white-hot gush of cum inside me, his powerful body shook and fell on top of me. We remained there... suspended in the air on the sling... his cock safely inside me for a few minutes. Feeling Doc rising and slipping out of me, I began to whimper... “Don’t worry boy...” he said, now on his feet and teasing my cunt. Releasing me from the restraints, he lifted me in his arms and helped me to my feet. “Well, Sam... our time is up for today.” he laughed, clipping the leash to my collar. “You need to get some rest...” Relaxing, I fell to my hands and knees and followed behind him into the main house. Reaching the main staircase, he took a long look before continuing up the stairs. Feeling the leash tighten again, I obediently followed like the submissive cunt I now was. Passing a large set of double doors on the second floor, he spoke, “That’s my room. This room...” he said, moving to the next door, opening it and leading me in, “will be yours for tonight.” Removing my collar, he motioned me to stand. Still unsteady, I wandered around the luxurious room. I stood before the immense burning fireplace casting a warm red glow over me. Turning, I saw the sturdy wooden frame of a four-poster bed against the opposite wall. I moved to the bed and felt the luxurious fabric of the sheets covering a pillowy-soft mattress. Looking down, I noticed a black leather bag sitting on the floor and I knew what to do... Turning to face Doc, I began to strip off my gear. Piece by piece, I carefully placed each item in the bag... wrist and ankle restraints... harness before grabbing hold of the waist of my jockstrap... “Commando or jock.” I smiled up at Doc and slipped it down over my hips onto floor, revealing a crusting load of cum in the pouch and on my junk. I knew what was next, but I hesitated and gave Doc a pleading look. Seeing him giving me a terse look, I took a deep breath and knelt to unlace my 10-Hole Rangers... I worked my way down... releasing the tension of the laces as I carefully slid them out of the eyelets with my fingers. Finally done, I inspected them for any damage. Satisfied, I put each one in an individual pouch and stored them in the inner pocket of the bag. Sitting on the bed, I took them off and held them... Again, I looked to Doc but this time with resignation and placed them in the bag. Lastly, I pulled the sweaty, ripe yellow socks off my feet, rolled them up and shoved them into the boots. “Good boy... Time for bed.” Doc growled, slipping my collar into the bag and heading to the door. I don’t know why, but I began to feel drowsy, so I crawled under the sheets and fell back on the mound of down pillows and looked at Doc standing at the doorway. “Rest up, boy... Your therapy’s just begun...” he smiled, turning off the lights and closing the door.

part 2 I just broke up with my ex a month before covid came around. I just lived on my own again, just 20 years old, and alone in my new student house. I had my own front door, my own kitchen. Just shared the bathroom through a back door. I was bored and lonely, and Grindr was a great option to spend time on, and get men over to my studio to get fucked, receive raw loads of men i didn't know. That year i received over 100 men over, and got their loads one way or another. never used a condom. knowing: i want to be POZZED. But: I wasn't actively searching. That all changed when i moved to a bigger city, where i did find POZ men living. Met up with a doctor at the hospital, he was poz and willing to get off medication to fuck me raw and hopefully pozzing me. He did, we met up a few times. He found it very difficult to top, since he normally was on the receiving end of things. We had no chemistry at all, BUT we both loved poz verbal talk: "I'm going to shoot this toxic load in you neg little ass" "Yes please! Ive been chasing for too long!" "take this toxic precum, can you feel it sliding in your ass?" He refused to use lube, and just his precum to slide in my raw hole. It was painfull and made me bleed. Even better to get pozzed. A few month later i did get testen, everything came back negative. So needed a new plan... [will be continued]

My friend told me a funny story. Her classmate used her own saliva for the microscope study lecture. That classmate embarrassed herself live in class. The professor and all of her classmates including my friend witness sperms wiggling inside the glass case via camera connected to the microscope lens's. My friend was grossed out to learn that classmate gave someone a blowjob before their morning class. 🤣

Four hours later my phone rang. My friends wanted to go for breakfast and then have a look at the pride festival around the corner. Usually, I can’t handle anything less than eight hours of sleep, but my dick all-but commanded me to get up and join my friends. You see, I hadn't cum the night before, so essential horniness awoke me enough that I could meet with them. Looking into the mirror I had knew I had looked better, even if I was somewhat proud of myself. Overall I looked like shit. My hair was a mess, caked with cum, hair gel and who knows what else. My knees were scraped-up from kneeling on the ground for an extended time, my hairy legs were covered with dried cum, my hole was also a mess, but my jock saturated with dried precum. In addition I noticed the sheets were stained with white and even some red. 'Not a good sign', I thought to myself, grinning internally, as I remembered a statistic I had encountered, that on average, every 30th load bites. Thinking back, I thought I had taken 15 or so loads the night before, which was far from 30, but the intensity of the sex play, and blood stains suggested the probability was somewhat higher than average. Was it too late to catch myself and return to the good side? I jumped into the shower and sat on the shower bench, letting the water pour down on me as I fingered my hole. A little more blood, as well as more cum oozed out. My cock got hard. “Fuck it!” I thought. It was probably too late anyway. Getting out of the shower, somewhat cleaner, I dried myself, pulled on another jock, a T-shirt and some jeans and ran out the door to catch-up with my friends who were waiting in the lobby. “What happened to you? You look really tired,” was the gist of their greeting. Someone else asked “Didn’t you leave early?” I mumbled something about a noisy party next door and a bad hangover. They left me alone. We walked over to a nice place where we could sit outside and look at the farmer’s markets. We had a nice breakfast, but all I could think of was cocks, dicks, cum and being poz. We went and had a look at the pride festival. Heaps of stalls, men and beer. Being on holidays, a beer at 11:00 was totally justified. We each paid for a round, so life was good. Started chatting with a couple of guys, the atmosphere relaxed and a little cruisey. My single friend started an intimate discussion with a twink and disappeared, and my friends who were couples were getting bored, so I sent them on their way and promised to meet up later. I kept wondering around and ended up at the tent for the national AIDS council. Condoms and brochures everywhere. A mid 30s, tall blonde stud was discussing treatments with one of the volunteers. A sexy guy in his early 20s, dark hair, blue eyes approached me. “Are you alright there?” “Yeah thank you” I stumbled. “Are you informed about protection? Do you have any questions?” “Ah thank you” I blushed. “Big couple of nights recently, not sure whether I need protection anymore...” “Oh really? Sorry to hear that” ”No no it's fine. Guess for some it is their destiny.” “Maybe. Maybe not. You think you are already infected?” I began to tell him about the last two nights and as I did I noticed an increasing bulge in his crotch. When I finished my story, somehow I wasn't terribly surprised when he commented with a broad smile, "So, you were quite the slut!” As I sputtered a reply he continued saying "You don’t look at all like it. I love your innocent looks and the inside piggyness. I got pozzed to years ago. A condom broke, but I have no idea who it was. Would have loved to be aware of when it was happening.” “Oh, I assumed all you guys are negative." "Hell no. Most of us are poz. And some of us are here to make new friends. Some of mine stopped talking to me after they found out I was poz.” “That’s heavy” I replied. “Yeah, but we are a club here now.” “Once you are diagnosed, you are very welcum to join” he winked at me. “Only then? No possibility to join earlier?” “Well there is an option,” he replied, explaining "One of the members needs to vouch that the diagnosis is inevitable.” “And how does he do that?” “Special one on one time” his eyes now looking devilishly at me. I was rock hard. This hot twink wanted to poz me! Should I risk it? What were the odds? What did I have to lose? Would I regret it, if it turned out I was already infected and said no now? I grinned and asked “How do I sign up?” “Come with me.”

I’ve always had a submissive side, sexually. I’ve been tied up a few times, gotten spanked, but I wanted more. So, I went to a leather bar, hoping to find a dom guy who’d show me the ropes… and the sling, the handcuffs, the paddle… I had been there about half an hour when I saw him. Bearded, muscular, leather pants and vest, like a Tom of Finland drawing come to life. My cock was tingling. I walked up to him and said “Hi”. He didn’t even look at me, just grunted and growled, “You can do better.” ”Hello, sir.” “What do you want?” I gulped and thought for a second that seemed like forever. “To serve.” ”There’s a Denny’s down the street with a Help Wanted sign. Why don’t you get out of my sight and go there?” “I want to serve you, sir.” He finally turned to look at me. It was clear he was unimpressed. “What makes you think a fat little faggot like you is capable of serving a man like me?” ”Nothing sir.” ”Why do you think you deserve to even be in my presence?” ”I don’t sir.” ”You’re Goddamn right you don’t. You’re lucky, though. I just dismissed my last slave. I caught the little queer looking at Grindr. He had the nerve to even consider being with another man without my orders. I just kicked his lousy ass out. I should have paddled him, but he would have enjoyed it. Do you want to try to replace him?” ”Please, sir.” ”You’ll be expected to be my sexual slave. You will serve my every whim. And I have friends you’ll serve too..” I felt butterflies in my stomach. Was I ready? ”Are you fucking hesitating?” ”No, sir! I want to serve you! I want to be your slave!” “That’s better. Have you ever parTied?’ “Yes sir. A little sir” I had hoped that would be part of it. I’m sure he could tell I wanted to get high with him. ”Did it make you willing to do things you had never done before?” ”Yes sir.” “Tina is good for making a slave more willing. Are you going to earn it? Good slaves get rewarded.” ”Yes, sir.” “Good.” He wrote down an address on a bar napkin. “Be there in two hours, ready to serve.” More to cum

No surprise that His Fraudulence is broke or that Princess Ivanka's consort has either spent or invested the Saudi loan in the Kushner families next bankruptcy. The other billionaire political activists seem more than happy to let him go down in flames, unlike the less affluent MAGA the billionaires are aware he isn't reliable or competent enough to accomplish anything more than destruction. Maybe the semi-affluent MAGA have used up too, since the latest news is that small dollar donations are drying up as well. The last I heard any of the gaudy gold painted sneakers on the street are prototypes, they aren't even scheduled to start production until next fall.

As pig bottom, having bottom competitions is so much fun! Especially if tops are watching.

After the mini breakdown I decided to take a short vacation right away, the past weekend - 4/23 to 4/26. I booked the room at CCBC right away, they only had 2 left for the weekend. I've been to that resort before. It's clothing optional for gays. So it's a big cruising playground. I wanted to relax and escape from whatever is happening to me, mostly the feel of being tensed up and the lack of personal space. I can truly be myself at that place without any judgement. After a whole day driving I checked in and started feeling relaxed right away. When I'm in a hotel room I always feel safe, no judgements, and horny. Maybe because of the small space, and also it belongs to myself, and far away from my everyday life. To my surprise the indoor play area was still closed, but they set up a simple outdoor play ground with military theme. It has a sling, a few benches and a few chairs. I douched myself right away, and walked around with my clothes on, just looking at what was out there so I could feel more relaxing. ## Day 1 maybe around 10pm I went to the play area and saw the guy who was texting me on Scruff. I didn't know he had a nice dick, but then I saw it and I decided to give it a try. He fucked me on the bench and an audience was forming around us. After he finished in me, someone else just slides his dick in me again. I suddenly felt a sense of being the center of attention and I loved it. Several other guys also fucked me and bred me. After those crowd left it was time for me to relax too. # Day 2 There was a very hot white guy - he was wearing a black tank top and a pair of shorts, wearing a baseball cap, but he is in great shape, tall and strong. The first time I saw him I knew I wanted him. I tried several time to approach him but was ignored. I had sex with other guys and it was not bad. I wasn't chasing that guy any more. Around 11pm, I went to the play area and I just got on one bench ass up face down. After several minutes, an old guy came and started to play with my ass and he started fucking me too. Soon a crowd was formed around me and I was the center of attention again. Next time I looked back I saw that hottest guy was there too, and he was rubbing his dick. I was immediately more excited. Another guy came forward and bred me, I think I had 3-4 loads in me at that time. Then the hottest guy came to me and started fucking me! I was like "YES!!" and his dick is big! I didn't see it but I think it's at least 8 inches and thick. I inhaled some popper and I felt I was in heaven! I could feel all the load in my ass being pushed again and again by his big white cock. He even held me up and kissed me. While I was moaning he was talking to me like "take this cock baby" "yes right there baby" and it made me feel really good. Guys around me was cheering for that like “take that big fucking cock”. He fucked me for like 10 mins and came in me too. When he came everybody around us was cheering again. I was so happy. After that the crowd left and I went back to my room. Around 12am I logged on Grindr and started talking with a guy named "Hung Vers 8x6" and he came to my room. Damn his cock is gorgeous, and it's truly hung! I started sucking his cock and then riding it like crazy. But he then asked me to suck it again and came all over his chest. It's a shame that he didn't come in me. But then he asked me if he could invite his friend over to fuck me too. Of course! When his friend came over he left. And his friend took off the shorts and I was happy to see another big cock. But when it got harder and harder I realized it was the biggest and thickest cock I've seen. We fucked like crazy and he definitely knows how to use his big thick cock. I didn't want to cum but he made me anyway. After he pulled out I found a bit blood on the sheet. (and a bit poop because he fucked so hard). And then he said he should have brought his haler because he started suffering asthma. Damn I took it as a compliment for the sex, and for me. **On Sunday** it was a bit slow. Much slower than Saturday. There were two hot daddies walking around. One with a fucking big cock and I sucked it several times, but he had no desire of fucking an ass. He told me he’d like to cum in my mouth while I got fucked. Im fine with that lol. And another hot daddy wasn’t even naked and he was walking around a lot but never set eyes on me. But he watched a bit and was rubbing on his crotch while I was sucking on the daddy’s big white cock. Later on I went to the play area and got on a bench, ass up face down. After a while a crowd gathered around me and some one put a cock in my ass. The daddy came here too and he shoved his big cock in my mouth. I was being spit roasted and I was in heaven. I hit the popper hard and I felt I was just two holes to be used and that made me happy. The guy fucking me came and then another guy took his place, with a bigger cock. Soon after that the daddy fucking my mouth came too. I swallowed his cum. And another load in my ass after a few minutes. Then it got slow again. There was no one around the play area, and I finally overcame my shame and got on the sling. It felt interesting. 😉 After a while some guys came here and looked at me. Some of them didn’t even try I don’t know why. Maybe I’m too young for them or maybe they just wanted to watch. Finally someone came forward and started eating my ass. Oh it was a daddy type of guy I met at the pool who works for UC Berkeley. As he was eating and fucking me he said he’s been wanting my ass since he saw me around the pool for the whole day. I took it as a compliment 😂. Then some other guys came here and one guy had a big nice cock, maybe 7-7.5, and thick, big head. He fucked me like crazy and I loved it. The sling made it hit the right spot every time and I was going crazy. He dumped a load in me and his friend then fucked me and came in me in like 30 seconds. I happily took that load. He kept saying thank you to me haha. Another old guy came forward but he couldn’t keep hard. Then a couple of young guys came here, very hot and fit, one white one black, and they were just fucking each other , they didn’t fuck with other people which I really hated. They just wanted to put on a show and be a center of attention. While I enjoy being a center of attention too, I provide service and bring joy to others. I saw a daddy with very thick cock watching there. After that couple was done, he was looking at me and I signaled him to come. He moved slowly towards me and finally put his thick cock inside me. It felt really good and I can feel he almost came but he pulled out! Apparently he’s not ready to finish his day yet. The big cock guy then took his place and started fucking me again. And another load. And his friend then dumped another load, within 30 seconds again, and with a lot of “thank you” LOL. Then the big cock guy again started fucking me and it was hitting my spot every single stroke. My whole body started shaking and I couldn’t stop having organism from my ass. After several minutes of crazy feelings I finally shot a big load on myself. Damn. I needed a break. And I got off the sling and went back to my room. That was pretty much done for Sunday. After dark it got really cold and windy, I went to the play area and there wasn’t anybody I was interested in. Anyway that was a wild weekend and I loved it. I’ll definitely go back to CCBC again.

Never in my life had I taken a slam OR a dick so big. I started to realize I was being moved on this ebony God's pole by means I could not identify as myself. My legs were jelly at this point but being held up at the ankles by my new pimps shoulders. My body was almost ceremoniously being lifted and planted onto his mammoth shaft. And mammoth it was. I idly reached for my hole and could not fit my hand around it, and when I did that he laughed and said, "7 around, bitch." When I felt my hole it was being pulled out with every outward thrust and felt gooey and wet, warm and gelatinous as if it were from inside my body and then I saw it in the mirror, it wasn't my hole, it was a prolapsed hole, a wet pussy from inside. I'd been cunted and sissified as promised. When he saw the shock in my face, he came close to me and whispered, "Don't worry baby. Your new daddy gon treat you alright. You taken to my piece like a duck to water and ima make you my number 1 girl. All my bitches hole look like that when I'm through, or worse. You take care of me, and anybody I say, and I'll take care of you. Got it baby?" I shook my head in aggreeance and amazement. He turned me around and told me to watch and that's when I saw it. His meat was pushing my guts outward, I could literally see his enormity pounding a bulge outward of my body. He then began to pick up his cadence and tightened his thighs up. And with 10 heavy lunges inward, he planted his member balls deep, it felt like they were in there too, actually. And my insides caught fire again only this time it was a river of burning hot seed filling my bowels. The bulge in my gut began to bloat upwards and expand as he heaved and finally let his thin body lay on top of me to rest. Then he began his exit which I thought would be slow, but he ripped himself from me pulling my prolapse put with him and about a gallon of steaming Black man's babies. His lackeys quickly fed it back into my hole then held me upside down and said my job was to make sure I got pregnant with his nigger baby. I laughed knowing fully well I wasnt actually a female and that I couldn't conceive a child by a man. And then I saw it, on the back of pimp daddy's back. A dark tattoo, almost blending with his skin, a biohazard. I'd been sold and impregnated by a poz pimp daddy. While my first thoughts started to add up another associate slipped a needle into my arm and pushed in the plunger, and my whole body shook as my ears rang and my vision blurred. I apparently wasn't out of the woods yet tonight.

The colon is about 4 feet long, but a lot of cum doesn't get there if the Top doesn't breed beyond the 'second hole" (i.e., the sigmoid curve). It's the seed that stays in the rectum that can trigger sensors in that part of the body to expel. i fight those and clamp down like i do when squeezing a Mans Cock when He is inside of me and eventually those feelings to expel pass. They come and go, and just have to repeat the process. It can be hard, and crampy, but i've done it for hours and usually if i sleep with His seed in me overnight, it gets absorbed. i have also woken up with a wet mattress too though, so sometimes His seed comes out when i sleep.

For no particular reason at all I decided to stay at university the summer between my Freshman and Sophomore years. Largely, after having had a taste of freedom living away from home that year it just felt impossible to move back in with my parents and have to explain my comings and goings to them. So instead I lived in a little apartment with no AC, and worked for a local friend’s day who had a small contractor business. I’d taken woodshop all through high school and was a fairly decent carpenter. The work was hard but the pay was good for a 19 year old with pretty few expenses. At the time I was just under five foot ten, and still pretty thing. My dirty blonde hair almost always looked like I needed a haircut or to comb it but that’s just how it grew. In high school I’d been a swimmer and I still had a fairly long and lithe build. I was naturally pretty hairless, only really sporting a few hairs in the middle of my chest and a dark treasure trail running into my ample pubes. My arms were mostly smooth, though my legs and ass had a nice amount of fur. The only part of my body that I would have described as hairy though were my pits, and I was proud of that fact. Any time there was an excuse for me to wear a tank top, or a cut off shirt to show them off I did. I already knew that I was bi. Truly I’d known that for years. It had never really bothered me, but I’d also never really felt the urge to tell people. Most people who looked at me assumed I was straight. I’d been one of the jock’s in high school, even dated a cheerleader or two. Yet even when I had a serious girlfriend I always found myself watching gay porn too. Like most young people my porn were pretty bland and vanilla; straight jock porn, and gay jock porn. Nothing to really write home about. So much of that changed over that summer. Technically I would still say I’m bi, but I understand myself so much more and sex with a woman can never fulfill me the way sex with a man can. For the first month of the summer I was always with or supervised by my friends dad and boss Peter. He’d taught me how to frame out a wall, hang sheet rock, put up molding. He taught me how to patch holes in a wall, and smooth it out for paint. We did some larger jobs, ripping out a whole bathroom and starting again, and filled in with odd jobs. Then the weekend after July 4th Peter sent me on my first solo job, and it changed my life. The house was normal enough looking when I pulled up in my little car that afternoon and got my tool box out. I wheeled my kit up to the front door and rang the bell. I didn’t really need the massive box of tools my boss had provided me, I was just there to patch some sheet rock, but I wanted to seem professional. My illusion of professionalism went right out the window however when the home owner opened the door. He was tall, probably just over six foot, with short salt and pepper hair. He had a square jaw obscured partly by a short but thick beard. His eyes were bright, and seemed to boar into me. He had broad shoulders that strained the fabric of the white tshirt he had on. Hard, obvious nipples, pressed out from the thin fabric, and thick swirls of chest hair were clearly visible too. He had a slight gut, but was also obviously very strong, his arms were covered in crisscrossing veins. My eyes traveled down his body to the low-slung sweat pants, the unmistakable outline of a thick meaty cock, and the bare feet. I’d never really thought about older, bigger guys before, but now face to face with this massive perfect specimen of manhood I couldn’t think of anything else. “Hey there,” he said, smiling a big toothy smile at me from under his bushy moustache, “you must be Peter’s boy… Alex was it? I’m Jack.” “Yeah,” I replied in an embarrassing stammer, “He said you had some drywall that needed repairing.” “Sure do, come on through.” He stepped back and let me into the house, then closed the door behind me. It looked like just about any other suburban home with clean lines, and nice furniture. Jack lead me down the main hall towards the back of the house and then up a flight of stairs, helping me carry my tool chest up. I watched the muscles in his arms ripple as he pulled the chest up the stairs behind him. When we got to the top of the steps I had to pause and adjust myself, my dick was harder than it had ever been before. I followed Jack into the back bedroom where he pointed to several medium sized holes in the wall. “I had an incident hanging a shelf. Turns out I didn’t hit a single stud.” Jack laughed lightly. “No problem,” I said, trying to mirror his jovial tone, “I can fix that.” “Great. I’ll leave you to it. Bathrooms down the hall, and I’ll be downstairs if you need anything.” “Thank you so much. I’ll let you know when I’m all done.” “Great.” He clapped me on the shoulder, the weight of his large hand sending shivers through me. The first part of the repair was easy. I squared up the holes, cut some small patched of drywall from a scrap I’d brought with my and patched them in with drywall mud. Then I sat back to watch the mud dry before I could sand and do a second coat. My thought almost immediately turned back to Jack, his big arms, the meaty bulge in his sweat pants, the slight scent of man musk that just hung around him. I was instantly hard. No one, of any gender, had ever had this kind of effect on me. I was enraptured. After a few minutes of my dick pressing painfully into my jeans as it hardened, I got up intending to find the bathroom and jerk off quickly. I walked down the hall and opened the first door I came to. I gasped. This was certainly not the bathroom. The room was entirely painted black, with a black tiled floor and lit completely in red. In the center hung a black leather sling, suspended from a mirror in the ceiling by thick silver chains. Next to the sling was a long table covered with dildos of all shapes and sizes. Along one wall hung leather gear, leashes and chains. Along the other wall were propped various other contraptions for supporting a person while they were being used; a large wooden X, a padded bench. A large leather chair occupied the far corner with a matching foot stool. “Looking for something?” I spun around, my heart in my throat and was suddenly face to face with Jack. I hadn’t heard him coming up the stairs and now he’d caught me looking at his sex room. “I… I was looking for the bathroom.” “It’s the last room at the end of the hall. This is my playroom.” “Oh… um… yeah… I’m sorry.” “Don’t be sorry.” He stepped out of my way to let me down the hall to the bathroom. Head down I rushed past him only stopping when I heard him say, “Well… did you see anything you liked?” “What?” My face burned bright as I turned back around to face the hulk of a man behind me. “Did you see anything in the playroom you liked?” “Um… I didn’t really look…” “We both know that’s bullshit… I can see your hard cock from here.” “Look. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to pry… I opened the wrong door.” “It’s ok boy. Calm down. Come here.” I swallowed hard and walked towards him. He reached out and grabbed me firmly by the shoulder leading me back into his playroom. “Now, you’ve done nothing wrong, and this is a safe space. Take a look around, take a long look, and tell me, what made your boy cock so hard.” “I…” I pause, tripping over my words, and then taking a breath did as he said. I took in the black room, the deep red lighting, the sling, the toys, the fuck bench (though I didn’t know that was what it was called then), the leather, and the restraints. “Honestly, everything. I’ve never seen anything like this. I don’t… I don’t even know what some of these things are for, but… It all turns me on.” “Good boy,” he said, rubbing my shoulder. My cock throbbed. I liked hearing him call me a good boy. “Honestly will get you far in this house, but we don’t want to distract you too much from your work. Peter wouldn’t like that.” “Well, actually… um… Sir… I was waiting for the spackle to dry on the patches I did… and it won’t be dry for at least another forty minutes.” “Sir?” He cocked his head to the side, “an interesting turn of phrase. Alright, so lets say you’ve got an nice even hour to kill shall be boy?” “Yes Sir.” I gulped again. “Come over here and have a seat on this footstool,” he said, leading me into the room and taking a seat in the large leather chair. I sat, as instructed, perched on the footstool. It was a little lower than the chair and I felt even smaller compared to Jack. “Tell me a little about yourself. How old are you, if you go to school, what interests you…” “Well, um… My name is Alex, but you already knew that. I’m twenty, I go to the university. I didn’t really want to go home this summer so I got this little apartment right off of campus and started working for Peter. He’s my friend’s dad.” “Why didn’t you want to go home?” “I just couldn’t imagine being home all summer after having a whole year of freedom. I wanted more time on my own. I want to explore and I don’t know… just be free to do what I want.” “I’m sure after a year on your own it would be hard to go back to living with parents. Are you enjoying being on your own?” “I love it. The apartment I’m in doesn’t have AC in every room, it just has this one window unit, but I’m there alone. So every day when I get home I just strip down to my boxers and sit around in my underwear. Its so freeing.” “Doesn’t sound too different to my life here. Most of the time I don’t were much more than a jock strap in the house. I only got dressed today because you were coming over.” He grinned at me. “Although, with the way you were staring at my dick when you first came in maybe you would have appreciated the jock.” “I’m sorry Sir. I… I didn’t mean to stare. I’m bi, and I’ve always known that but I’ve never been with a guy… and all the gay porn I’ve watched has just been young jocks… when you opened the door this morning I was just so… I was just so unprepared for how…” I trailed off feeling embarrassed. “Keep going.” “I was unprepared for how… how incredibly fucking hot you are.” “Good boy, doesn’t that feel better to say?” “Yes… Sir.” “Remember what I said about honesty in this house, and you should feel confident calling me Sir if it feels right.” “Yes Sir.” I grinned. “Good boy. You like it when I call you a good boy don’t you?” “Yes Sir I… I do.” “Good, give in to that.” “Yes Sir.” I said with more confidence. “Stand up for me boy.” I did as I was told and stoop up facing him. “Now I want you to think very closely before following my next instructions. Your following them is your consent, do you understand?” “Yes Sir,” I said, though honestly, I didn’t understand at all and had no idea what was coming next. “You’re a good boy Alex.” “Thank you, Sir.” “Strip for me.” “What?” “I want you to strip for me, like you would at home alone.” I hesitated for a moment, and then did as he asked. I pulled my shirt off over my head, and dropped it on the ground. Then I bent down and undid my work boots kicking those off too, and stuffing my socks inside. Standing back up my hands shook a little as I undid my jeans, and after only a moments pause, pushed them down too. I stood there, in just my boxers with my cock hard as a rock and an obvious precum stain forming, in front of a man old enough to be my father probably that I had just met an hour ago. Yet, despite how nervous I felt, it also felt right. I liked obeying him, I liked calling him Sir, and most of all I liked being told I was a good boy. “Good, very good. I’m proud of you. Show off that sexy body. Are you ready to have your first experience with man?” I nodded nervously, and he smiled. “Then get on your knees.” I was terrified but also more turned on than I’d ever been, so I did what he asked. I got down on my knees and looked up at him expectantly. He smiled again, but there was something else there now too, a hunger. “Good boy. I was hoping this was going to be your choice.” Without getting up from the chair he pulled his tshirt off revealing his massive chest, and round stomach. I marveled at the thick dark hair that swirled over his body. His nipples stood out pink and firm from that mass of fur. I licked my lips, and my cock leaked even more. He shifted his weight, and pulled off his sweat pants. That’s when I saw it. For the first time in my life I was looking at another man’s cock in person. It was big and meaty with a broad flat head already glistening with precum. A wide vein ran along the top of the thick shaft. The base of his cock was completely obscured by thick wild pubes that spread until they connected to his treasure trail and leg hair. His balls hung so low and heavy that they brushed the chair even as he sat back. My mouth was watering “Come over here boy, get my cock in your mouth.” I didn’t hesitate for a second. I dove forward, nestling myself between his thick thighs. Until right then I’d never even seen another man’s penis, let alone touched it. I hovered for a moment, simply unsure of how to proceed and then taking a deep breath, I grabbed his cock. It was warm and firm in my grasp, and deeply alluring. I pushed myself till I was propped up on my knees and my mouth was level with the tip. I licked my lips, and then kissed the head of his cock. It tastes sweet, but also salty at the same time. Without having tasted it before, I immedicably knew that this is what sweat tasted like. It was intoxicating. Slowly I parted my lips, taking the head of his penis into my mouth. My body was on fire with lust. I’d imagined this moment countless times, but this was so different and so much better than any of my fantasies. Diligently I worked my way down the wide shaft till I had most of it in my mouth. Then I started bobbing my head up and down like I’d scene in countless porn videos. I tried to remember what had felt good on my own cock when my high school girlfriend had blown me and emulated that. When Jack let out a low moan my heart soared. I wanted nothing more than to make him feel good in that moment. Eventually his hand came to rest on the back of my head. His fingers twisted into my hair, and he took charge. He held my head in place and started to push his hips forward. His cock slid in and out of my hungry mouth. I slobbered all over his shaft as best I could as he started to fuck my face. I coughed and spluttered when his cock got too deep, and gasped for breath each time he pulled out till only his wide cock head was in my mouth. “Good boy,” he growled, “Take that fat cock down your throat. Your mouth feels so good. Making Daddy’s cock feel good. I’m going to shoot a big load down your throat boy. You want that don’t you? You want Daddy’s load?” I tried to nod my head yes. At that moment in time I’d never wanted anything else more. I wanted him to cum. I wanted him to shoot his load right on my tongue. I wanted to taste it. I wanted to swallow it. I wanted my first blowjob to end with me swallowing this man’s load. “Oh fuck boy, just like that. Yeah, hold your mouth open. Fuck. Open wide for Daddy. Good boy. Fuck! Yes! Take my load boy!” He held my head in one hand, the other was behind his head. I looked up at his beautiful manly body and his cock gave a powerful throb. He pulled back so just the top of his cock was past my lips and let it go. Thick ribbons of cum erupted from the head of his dick like water bursting through a dam. It filled my mouth in just a few squirts and I tried to swallow as quickly as I could. It tasted amazing, hot and tangy. Slowly his orgasm subsided and I licked the last of his load from my lips. I couldn’t believe what had just happened. I looked up at Jack in awe, his cock still inches from my mouth. “You did good boy. With some training you’ll make a first-rate cock sucker.” “Thank you Sir.” “Did you have fun?” “Yes! That was amazing. I’m so hard Sir!” “I can see that. You’ve practically soaked through your boxers. I’m proud of you.” “Thank you Sir.” I rubbed my crotch absently while I looked up at him. Suddenly he bent down and snatched my hand away from my own leaking cock. “Did I say you could touch yourself.” “I… um… no…?” “No what?” He was suddenly very stern. “No Sir.” “That’s better. You’re new, and you’re worked up. Its ok. But, if we’re going to keep having fun like this you need to learn something.” “What’s that Sir?” “I am in charge.” My cock throbbed. “Yes Sir!” “Good boy. Alright. Its been just about an hour. Why don’t you get yourself together and go finish your work. I’ll be downstairs when you’re done,” and with that he got up, pulled up his pants, and left the room. For a long moment I just knelt there on the floor in shock at what had just happened. I was so horny but I didn’t dare touch myself. Eventually I got up. I looked at my clothes laying on the floor, and then thought to myself ‘he didn’t tell me to get dressed…’ so wearing only my precum soaked boxer shorts I padded back into the back bedroom and sanded down my dry wall patches. A half hour later I was finished, cleaned up, and had packed up my tools. I walked back into the playroom, picked my clothes up off the floor and tossed them on top of my tool bag. Then I carried the whole lot back down the back stairs. Jack was sitting in the kitchen. He’d stripped off and was now only wearing a thin well-worn jock that barely held his hefty flaccid cock in place. My mouth watered at the sight. “Well, this is interesting… you’re still in your underwear boy. Did you finish your work like that?” “Well, you said that you are in charge, and… and you didn’t say to get dressed just to finish the work so I… sorry. That was probably the wrong thing to do. I’m so embarrassed. I’ll get dressed.” He got up and cupped my chin in his hand. “Don’t be embarrassed boy. You’ve done great. You’re right, I didn’t tell you to get dressed, and I’m certainly never going to complain about a boy being in his underwear. It shows real initiative too. You know… I had intended to just fuck your mouth and send you on your way but…” he paused for a moment looking me up and down. “How about this. Normally I wouldn’t take on a boy who’s as inexperienced as you, training a boy from scratch can be a lot of work, but… if you can prove to me you’re serious I might just make you mine.” Truthfully I had no idea what he meant by any of that, but it didn’t matter. In that moment I would happily do anything for Jack. “Whatever you say Sir!” “I want you to come back here tomorrow. Tomorrow’s Saturday, I assume you have the day off?” I nodded. “Good. Ok. Come here tomorrow at noon. When you get here park out front like you did today, and then let yourself round the back. You will strip off in the back yard to your underwear, then you’ll knock on the back door and get on your knees and wait. If you come here know that coming here is you consenting to serving me. I am in charge. I will treat you well and I will make you feel things you have never felt before, but I am the boss. You feel pleasure when I want you to. You feel pain when I want you to. You are mine. Is that clear.” “Yes Sir!” I was completely hard again. “Good. Now, off you go. I’ll tell Peter how good a job you did upstairs.” “Thank you Sir.” I picked up my shirt and started to put it on. “You don’t need that. You can make it to your car as is. It’s a quiet street and my drive is plenty secluded. Think of it as your first test.” I gulped, and nodded. I dragged my bag to the front door and then taking a deep breath opened it and walked outside in nothing but my absolutely soaked boxers. I walked quickly to my car, stopping only to fish my keys out of my pants pockets, and loaded my things into the back seat. “Oh, and one more thing boy,” called Jack from the front door, “No more fucking boxers. My boys wear briefs or jocks. I don’t think you’re quite ready for a jock though. Tomorrow I expect to see you kneeing in a fresh pair of white briefs, or else I’m not letting you inside.” Then he closed the door and was gone. My hands were shaking as I got dressed in my car. I couldn’t believe what had just happened. Yet I knew it was real, I could still taste Jacks load on my lips. I drove to Peter’s little shop and dropped off my tools for the day, my dick still hard as it was when I’d left. It seemed like I would never be soft again I was so hard. I don’t think I ever made a conscious decision as to my next destination. It just seemed inevitable. I drove across town to the mall and parked in front of the Target. I shifted my dick so my erection wasn’t so obvious and walked into the store, heading straight towards the men’s underwear. I’d been a boxer’s man for years, at least since middle school. I’d never thought of returning to briefs, but standing there looking at all the options I understood why Sir preferred them. I didn’t clock it then, but somewhere between blowing him and picking out the underwear he told me to wear I had shifted from mentally calling Jack by his name to calling him Sir. Every package of briefs was adorned with a photo of a muscular man’s crotch in bulging underpants. I stared for a long time imagining what each models cock would look like in person. Eventually I found a pack of high cut white briefs. --- The next morning I was so full of nervous energy I couldn’t do anything. The night before I’d stripped off as soon as I got in the door, kicking off my precum filled boxers and tore into the package of briefs. I pulled a pair on and looked at myself in the mirror. I would have never guessed that one garment could be so transformative. In my boxers I looked like any other jock, lean and slightly tanned from the summer sun. In the briefs I looked more vulnerable, exposed, twinky. I liked it. I felt sexy. I slept, fitfully, in that pair. I’d resolved to follow Sir’s instructions, and hadn’t touched my cock at all. I was constantly hard, constantly reminded of what I had done that day and excited for what tomorrow would bring. At quarter past eleven I couldn’t wait any longer. Dressed in a fresh pair of briefs, basketball shorts and a tank top I got into the car and drove over to Sir’s house. I pulled into the drive ten minutes early and sat for as long as I could bare it. Finally at five minutes to noon I got out of the car, my heart pounding, and walked around the side of the house. I opened the small gate that separated the front yard from the back and headed over to the patio. At the edge of the brick slab I pulled off my tank top, kicked off my shoes, and dropped my shorts with no hesitation. I had no idea what Sir had in store for me but if it was anything like yesterday I was completely committed. I wanted it. I wanted him. I walked over to the glass sliding door, got on my knees on the mat, and knocked. After a nerve-wracking moment Sir appeared walking down the hall again dressed in nothing but an old white jock. My cock throbbed again. “You actually came, and you’re early. I’m impressed. Open up boy and I’ll give you your first treat.” He held his hand under my chin and tipped my face up to him as I opened my mouth. Then, very suddenly, he hawked back and spat a big wad of spit into my mouth and all over my cheeks. I was shocked, but also instinctually swallowed. “Good boy. You’re mine and now you’re marked as mine. Stand up for me. Look at you. These briefs suit you so much better than those horrible loose boxers don’t they?” “Yes Sir.” “Boxers are much too loose and macho for a boy like you. You need to be exposed, shown off, don’t you boy.” “Yes Sir!” “You learn quick. Do you like your new briefs?” “Yes Sir, very much. I bought them right after I left yesterday and I put a pair on as soon as I got home. I felt so… so sexy in them.” “Good! That’s exactly how you should feel boy. Alright, come inside the house and I’ll tell you what I have planned for your first training day.” I followed him inside and back up to the playroom where he once more sat in the big leather chair. Without having to be instructed I knelt on the floor in front of him. It just felt right. “Good boy. Now, before we get any further I want to make sure you understand I am not going to fuck you today.” I hadn’t honestly thought through what he might do to me, but I was still sad to hear that. “You’re not ready for me to fuck you, but don’t worry, if you prove yourself to be willing to learn and obey I’ll fill your sweet boy hole up with my cum soon enough. “Thank you Sir.” I said, my voice thick with lust. “Now some doms will tell you that you are only allowed to speak when spoken to. I find that boring. I want to hear what you’re thinking. I want to know when you’re excited or you enjoyed something. So speak up. Just remember, I am in charge.” “Yes Sir.” “Good. Next, just because I’m not going to fuck you today does not me today isn’t going to be about your hole. I’m going to spend today teaching you about your hole as a sex organ. Something tells me that you don’t have much experience in that area.” “I’ve fingered myself a few times Sir, but rarely and only one finger nothing like…” I looked around the room at the myriad of sex toys, “Nothing like the things you have here.” “That’s ok boy. I’ll start you small and work you open slowly. What’s important boy is that you let go and let me use you. I will make it pleasurable for you, but its not about that. Its about my pleasure in using you. Do you understand?” “Yes Sir. I’m nervous though.” “Don’t be. When a boy like you gives in to the pleasure of their hole it feels even better than playing with their cock. If you really let go boy you’ll shoot bigger loads than the one I’m betting you shot when you got home last night just from playing with your ass.” “I didn’t get off last night Sir.” “What?” “I… I didn’t jerk off last night Sir. You told me… well, you said that you were in charge and you told me not to touch myself so… I… I didn’t.” “You haven’t gotten off since you were here yesterday?” “No Sir.” “That is very interesting. Wow. I’m really impressed. You’re even more of a natural sub than I thought. Good boy.” “A sub Sir?” “Yes boy. A sub. A submissive. That’s what you are. There was just something about you yesterday when you came in that tipped me off, but I didn’t guess you’d be this naturally subservient. You like pleasing me don’t you? It makes you feel good to please me?” “Yes Sir!” “Good. Lean into that feeling. Focus on it. Making me feel good will lead to me making you feel good. If you really are as good a sub as you seem we are going to have a lot of fun together.” He got up from the chair. “Stay there boy,” he patted my head as he passed, and walked over to the wall covered in gear. He took a long moment looking over the wall before moving over to a collection of chains hanging all together. He picked up a smaller silver one, and grabbed a silver padlock from a small table. “Stand up boy.” I stood up and faced him. He passed the chain behind my head and rested it on my shoulders. The metal was cold, and it was heavier than I expected. I probably should have expected what came next but I was still surprised when he brought the two ends of the chain together and clicked the padlock through the links. He let the lock drop onto my chest. “Look at yourself in the mirror boy.” He turned me towards a floor length mirror next to the door to the room. I gasped. Just like the night before when I’d first tried on my new briefs I was shocked by how much a little thing could transform my image. The chain hung close to my neck, glinting in the red light. The lock looked large and prominent against my chest. My cock was straining against my briefs, and a small wet spot had already started to form as my dick started to leak. I couldn’t believe how sexy I looked. Sir stepped up behind me, joining me in the mirror. The difference between us was striking. He was tall and broad, covered in hair, with thick powerful arms. His jock bulged, heavy with his steadily swelling meat. He looked like a man, a true man. I on the other hand, was much thinner with far less muscle. My arms, though not undefined, looked puny next to Sir’s mass. I was almost hairless and small, straining in tight white briefs with a chain collar locked around my neck. I’d never seen a sub before, I’d never delved into that kind of porn, but I knew in that moment that this is what a sub was supposed to look like. I felt incredibly sexy, sexier than I ever had in my whole life up until that moment, and I would have done anything to keep feeling that way. “The collar suits you boy.” “Thank you Sir. I love it! I feel so fucking hot!” “Good! Good boy. You’re finding your place. Now, this is just a training collar, it will only stay on for today’s session. But if you’re a good a sub as I’m starting to think you will be you’ll have your own permanent collar and lock soon enough.” I spun to face him, looking up into his big square face with pleading eyes. “Really Sir?” “Really boy, but a collar must be earned. Little novice holes like you don’t just get a collar.” “Yes Sir. I understand Sir… but I’d like to earn it.” “Good boy. You like how the collar feels don’t you?” “Yes Sir! I feel so sexy.” “You are sexy. You look like the perfect sub, well almost perfect.” “Almost?” “We’ll get there… you’re not quite ready for the next step yet boy. Don’t worry about that. Focus on what’s happening right now.” “Yes Sir.” “Now that we’ve got you properly dressed for the day. Time for your first lesson: Worshiping Daddy’s body. You did a damn fine job sucking my cock yesterday, but there’s more to pleasing a man than just giving him a blow job.” “Yes Sir.” “Come over here and get your nose in my pits. Get my scent on you.” He put his hands behind his head exposing his furry pits. A wave of musk hit me like a tsunami. I was entranced by the smell, intoxicated even. I’d never smelled anything quite like it. It was something akin to the smell of the gym locker room but delicious at the same time, like the raw scene of muscularly. I dove into his pit nose first. I nuzzled deep, breathing in the heady aroma. I stuck out my tongue and lapped at the hair. The taste was just as enticing as the smell. Salty and mysterious, I licked the sweat from his pit, twisting my tongue through the hair there. Sir let out a satisfied groan when I pulled back gasping for air. “Good job boy, now do the other one.” Not needing to be told twice I frantically started sniffing and licking Sir’s other pit. I felt high. It was wild. His scent seemed to make me even hornier. My head was spinning. I slowly started to move from Sir’s pit, licking at his skin as he went. I’d seen guy getting their nipples played with in porn, and made my way to Sir’s big pink nipple. I flicked my tongue across it and he moaned his approval. I sucked and teased his nipple, feeling it harden in my mouth. Sir grunted, and put his hand on the back of my head pressing me to his chest. “Good boy, lick Daddy’s nipples,” he growled. After a few minutes he shifted me to his other nipple and I devoured that one too. When Sir finally let me up my face was slick with spit, and I was grinning stupidly. “Good job boy, and you knew to work my nipples without me having to tell you. I’m very proud of you. You’re such a natural at this. Why don’t you work your way down and suck on my balls for a minute before we get you in the sling for the first time.” I grabbed at Sir’s chest, licking his nipple for a few moments more before slowly sinking to my knees. At first I just looked at the full pouch of his jock, remembering what it contained. Then I pulled it aside and let Sir’s cock flop out. He wasn’t completely hard yet, but his cock still hung long and thick. I held his dick gently in one hand, lifting it, and started swallowing his balls. I pulled first one then the other into my mouth. I licked all along his sack, tasting more sweat and musk. I burred my nose in his pubes, inhaling his scent. As I worked his balls his dick continued to harden, swelling to its full and impressive size. I stroked it lightly, but Sir smacked my hand away, “I told you to work my balls boy, not play with my cock.” “Sorry Sir,” I gasped, letting his balls out of my mouth for a second. “You earn my cock through submission, I will let you know when it’s time for you to play with my cock.” “Yes Sir!” “Now swallow my balls boy!” I hungrily went back to my work. I liked his balls till his pubes were matted down with my spit and my face was shining. Sir moaned in appreciation as I worked his body and teased his sack. I was in heaven. Every sound of pleasure he made sent a shot of endorphins through my body. He was right, I was getting pleasure out of making him feel good. It made me happy to pleasure him. I’d never considered how good it could feel to submit. “Good job boy, fuck. You’re good at that. I can’t believe you’ve never been with another man. You’re a fucking natural. You were born for this.” “Thank you Sir!” I said from the floor, looking up at him, my face covered in spit and his precum. “Get up boy. Its time to get you in the sling.” I sprung to my feet, and he led me by the hand over to the swing in the middle of the room. He spun me around so I was facing him, with my back to the sling, “Take off your briefs.” Without hesitation I hooked my fingers into my waistband and pushed my briefs to the floor. My cock sprung up, slapping into my stomach leaving a stick trail of precum. “You are enjoying yourself, aren’t you?” He said looking at my cock. “Yes Sir. This is the hottest thing I’ve ever done.” “I’m glad to hear that boy. It means I was right about you. If you weren’t a natural born sub you wouldn’t be this turned on servicing me.” “It’s all so hot Sir. Honestly. I know I keep saying it but I’ve never felt sexier in my life. This is amazing. Thank you.” “Don’t thank me yet, our day’s just starting. Hold out your hands.” I did as he instructed and grabbed to leather cuffs from the table next to the sling. He snapped them around my wrists, and then locked two more around my ankles. A big drop of precum dripped from my cock onto the floor when the leather touched my skin. “Alright, on three give me a little jump.” He grabbed me under the arms and counted, “one, two, three.” I jumped up and he pushed me back. I landed on the seat of the sling. Sir lay me down in the contraption and I looked up at myself in the mirror above. Every time I looked at myself I looked more and more like a submissive boy. Now in addition to my collar and lock, I had stout leather cuffs with D rings on them on all for limbs which Sir was attaching to the chains of the sling. Within moments I was completely helpless, attached to the sling with no way of getting free. I was at Sir’s mercy, and there was nothing I could do about it. I looked at myself in the mirror; exposed, vulnerable, and submissive. It was perfect. “How do you feel boy?” “Amazing Sir!” “You look amazing. Like I said, I’m going to take this real slow, if at any point its too much I want you to speak up. I’m not promising that I’ll stop what I’m doing but I will coach you through what you’re feeling. Understand?” “Yes Sir!” “Ok, lets start training this boy hole. How many fingers have you taken before boy?” “Just one Sir. I’ve never been brave enough to try more. I always get scared I’ll hurt myself.” “Well you don’t have to be scared today boy. I’m opened boy holes wider than you can imagine right now. I wont hurt you.” He’d walked around me now so he was standing between my spread legs. The pouch of his jock was still pulled aside and his massive dick stood straight out pointing right at my hole. I felt my hole twitch as I looked at the drooling head. I watched in the mirror above as Sir stepped closer and rubbed his slick cock head against my ass. I felt the wet head brush over my hole and I moaned. “Good boy,” he said. “You want my cock don’t you?” “Yes Sir! I want you to fuck me.” “Like I told you earlier, I’m not going to fuck you today, only properly trained sub boys get my cock. But with how eager you and naturally predisposed to submission you seem, I don’t think you’ll have to wait that long to get my cock inside you.” He brushed his cock head against my hole again, “and my load.” “Fuck,” I moaned. “That’s right boy. Once I’m inside you I’m not going to stop until I’ve bred your sweet boy hole.” “Please Sir! I want you to breed me! Please train me for your cock.” “Good boy.” Sir grinned at me, and then to my shock, sank to his knees. I felt his warm breath on my hole first, then the tickle of his moustache on my taint, followed finally by his tongue flicking across my tight, virgin, pucker. “Oh my god!” I practically screamed. Sir chuckled, “relax boy. It’ll feel good. Just relax.” He did it again. His tongue darted across my hole, then back down. It began to circle the outside of my ring. He was right, it did feel good. I watched Sir burry his head between my legs, shoving his tongue into my ass in the mirror above. His head bobbed forward and back as he twisted his tongue around. Almost immediately I was a whimpering heaving mess. I pulled against the chains, my arms moving involuntarily and Sir worked my hole. It happened slowly but I felt it, my hole began to relax. As Sir’s tongue danced around and across my hole, very slowly the muscles began to relax. I was opening up for him, slowly blooming open. Sir felt it too, he began to push his tongue against my hole. Over and over as he continued his frantic lapping he’d press the point of his tongue against my pucker. Little by little he made progress, slowly prizing my ring open. “Holy shit! Holy shit!” I kept repeating over and over. I had never dreamed something could feel like this. “That’s it boy, give in. You can feel it, can’t you? You can feel your hole opening up for me. Its fucking beautiful. You have such a pretty hole, tight and pink, just the right amount hair. Fuck.” He dove back in, his tongue now focusing almost exclusively on the center of my hole. He pushed and pushed, till his tongue could slid easily in and out of my hole. I felt the shift. He was tongue fucking my hole. “Oh my god.” I moaned. “Good boy. Yeah, good fucking boy,” he growled into my hole. He kept that up for what felt like an hour. I was whimpering and moaning when he finally got back to his feet. His moustache and beard were wet with spit and ass juice. He looked even hotter than before. Sir licked his lips and smiled at me, “what a fucking beautiful hole. Its just fucking begging to be trained. Boy, you need this don’t you?” “Yes Sir! Please! Please train my hole.” “It just bloomed open for me.” He sucked on one of his fingers for a moment and then started to rub it on my hole. “And it didn’t tighten back up right away. Your hole is desperate for it.” He pressed the tip of his finger into my hole very slowly. “Desperate for me to stretch it out. Fuck boy.” He spat onto his finger, rubbed his spit over my hole and pressed forward again. There was a long moment where nothing happened. I watched anxiously in the mirror, trying desperately not to tighten up. Then very suddenly Sir’s finger vanished inside my hole. My body just opened up and swallowed his finger. I groaned and tossed my head back against the sling. My legs pulled against my chains and I saw stars flash before my eyes. Sir twisted his finger around, pulling at the sides of my hole as I groaned and blathered on at him “open me, use me, it feels so good.” “Good boy, open up for me, that’s it, you can do it,” Sir cooed back as he worked me over. Eventually he pulled his finger out and stuffed it and a second finger into his mouth. He got both fingers wet and then aimed them back at my hole. I closed my eyes, willing my hole open as he started to work two fingers into me. It wasn’t easy, but it didn’t hurt, to get his second finger in. My hole opened wider than it ever had before as Sir’s digits began to penetrate me. He worked them as before, twisting and pulling, stretching the sides of my hole wider little by little. He slicked two fingers on his other hand and began to alternate between the two hands, fucking his fingers in and out of me. Waves of pleasure coursed through me. My whole world had shrunk to Sir, his fingers, and my hole. I never even thought about my own cock, which lay against my body half hard and leaking a steady stream of precum onto my stomach. “Such a beautiful hole, and you’re opening up so well for me,” Sir said and he stuck three fingers in his mouth while still fucking two from his opposite hand into me. He dropped another big glob of spit onto my hole and then started to push three fingers in. “You maybe bi but you’ve got the making of a fag’s pig hole,” he said as my hole stretched open again and his three fingers sunk in to the knuckle. “Fuck Sir! Please make my ass into a fag’s pig hole!” “Is that what you want boy? You want me to turn you into a little fag boy? You want me to stretch your hole out till it’s a gaping mess? Give you a big wet pig cunt?” “Please Sir! Don’t stop till I’m a gaping mess! Please make me a pig cunt!” “Piggy boy cunts aren’t made in one session, but you’ve got a lot of potential boy. First we’ve got to get you nice and stretched out, and once you’ve got a warm wet pussy I’ll breed you and turn your hole into a pig cunt. Now, let’s see if you can handle something more than just my fingers.” With that he reached back over to the table next to the sling. I watched anxiously in the mirror as he selected a slender but almost a foot long silvery orange toy. It bent as he picked it up, flopping about in his hands. He poured lube all along its length and rubbed up and down the shaft to make sure it was spread out. Then he rubbed the extra lube from his hands on my hole, slipping his fingers in and out of me with ease. “Alright boy, this called a Slink. It is the smallest one and it’s got a long shaft so it’ll stretch you out slowly as it probes your hole. You ready?” “Fuck yes!” “Good boy. As I push in push out a little with your hole, it will open you up, but don’t strain. Alright now, deep breath in, and then let it out slowly.” I took a deep breath, and then very slowly blew it out through my nose. As I did Sir lined the toy up with my hole and started to press it into me. I pushed out and watched in shock as my hole bloomed open and accepted the toy. The first few inches slid inside me easily. I gasped, accidentally tightening my hole. “That was good boy, really good. You just got excited and clamped down. Take another deep breath and do the exact same thing.” We did it again. I took a deep breath, and let it out as I pushed out with my hole being careful to never strain. More of the toy sank inside me. Soon half of it had vanished inside me. “Good, good. That’s perfect. Now I’m going to fuck you with just this much of the toy. I want you to lay your head back. Try not to look in the mirror too much, just focus on how it feel.” “Yes Sir!” He slid the toy back till just the very tip was inside me, and then pressed it back inside. I groaned. He did it again. Slowly he built up the pace, fucking me with the long slender toy. Dutifully I kept my head back and eventually closed my eyes focusing on how my hole felt. It was incredible. I loved the feeling of being penetrated, every time Sir thrust the toy into me it hit something inside my hole that sent an electric shock of pleasure through my body. I felt stretched and used. I felt like a slut, and I liked it. “Fuck boy, you did it. Open your eyes and have a look.” I opened my eyes and looked up into the mirror. For a second I didn’t understand what I was seeing. Sir was standing between my outstretched legs with his hands at his sides, and the toy was nowhere to be seen but I could still feel it inside me. Then I understood. He had worked the rest of the toy inside me while he was fucking me. The whole foot long toy was now lodged in my ass. “Holy fuck Sir! How? How did you get all of that inside me?” “Very slowly. I told you boy, yours is not the first tight hole I’ve opened up. While you were focusing on the pleasure you were getting from the toy I pushed it a little deeper with each thrust till you’d taken the whole thing. Now watch this.” He took hold of the base of the toy and pulled back on it slowly. At first all I felt was pressure, then my ass gave way and the bulb of the toy slid out. I watched in awe as twelve long inches of orange silicone slipped from my hole and flopped into Sir’s waiting hands. As soon as the toy was out of my hole I felt empty. I missed the fullness that came with being penetrated. “Fuck Sir, it felt so good. Fuck me again with it please! Put it back.” “No, I think you took this one too easily. I’m going to size you up.” He dropped the Slink onto the table and walked down its length till he found what he was looking for. Holding a long black dildo he walked back to my hole. It was the same length as the Slink but without the taper. It had a fat head, and a wide shaft that ended in a pair of sculpted balls. Once more Sir slathered it with lube, rubbed some additional lube on my hole and then lined up the toy. “Deep breath, and push out while you let out your breath.” My hole opened easily for the new toy. The Slink had opened my hole and I had no problem with the girth for the first few inches. When about half the toy was in me Sir said again, “head back, eyes closed.” I did as instructed, and relaxed into the toy fucking. This time I knew what he was doing and I felt it. I felt the toy slowly working deeper and deeper into my hole. I felt myself opening up for it. I felt my guts being rearranged. Sir fucked me longer this time, eventually working up to long dicking me with the dildo. He’d pull its whole length out of me, resting the head on my hole and then push forward and sink the whole shaft back into me. I groaned as he worked me over and begged him to use me, and turn my hole into a pig cunt. “Fuck boy. You’re ready to size up again.” He pushed the whole length of the dildo in my hole, and then leaving me stuffed, moved down the table to pick my next toy. He came back with another dildo, this one however was fatter than either of the first two despite being several inches shorter. He lubed it up, pulled the pervious toy from my hole and then immediately replaced it with the new one. I groaned and without being told to do so, laid my head back on the and closed my eyes. Sir was getting more aggressive now. My hole was loosening quickly for him and he was being less gentle. He fucked this new fatter toy into me quickly and then proceeded to pound it in and out of my hole till I was a sweaty, drooling, blathering mess. “You’re doing so well boy. I’m so impressed,” Sir said, holding the toy deep inside me. “I can’t believe you’ve never had anything inside your hole before today. You’ve opened up so quickly. How do you feel boy?” “I feel fucking amazing.” I said in complete honesty. “I never imagined that getting fucked would feel this good. Its just… its amazing. I want more! Fuck. I want you to make me into a pig hole so bad! I want to be stretched out and used. I want to be full of your cum” “Damn. Hungry fucking boy. I love it. I like it when you beg me boy. But, I meant what I said, you’re not getting my cock today. You’re still not ready.” “Yes Sir.” “But you can get my load another way.” “How Sir?” He slid the dildo from my hole and set it aside. Then he unlocked my hands and feet and pulled me from the sling. I fell into him. My legs where shaking and unstable, lack of blood flow and being stretched for the first time had made me weak. Sir chuckled, “Get your legs back under you and then, you’re going to swallow my cock while you ride that dildo.” “Fuck yes Sir!” Sir moved us both over to the chair where he sat down handing me the dildo. It was heavy in my hands. I got on my knees in front of Sir, and then lent forward and aimed the dildo at my hole. It took me a moment to get the angle right but once I did it slid right back in. I shifted positions and slid the full length of the dildo inside me. Sir growled his approval and pointed his cock head at my face. I licked my lips, and fully impaled on the fat silicone cock I started to slurp on Sir’s dick. He held the back of my head again forcing me to take more and more of his cock down my throat. I coughed and spluttered but kept riding the dildo. It was completely overwhelming. There were too many amazing sensations happening at once that I couldn’t focus on anything. I found my mind going blank till I was only focused on the dildo in my ass and the cock down my throat. He fucked my throat till my jaw hurt and then kept going. My eyes were watering and drool was dripping off of my chin. I’d completely forgotten to keep bouncing on the dildo and was instead just sitting with it completely lodged inside my formerly virgin hole while my mouth was ravaged. Eventually Sir’s breathing shifted, his pace changed, and he pulled out till his cockhead rested on my tongue again. I knew what was coming next. Ribbons of hot sperm shot out of his cock filling my mouth. I swallowed rapidly, gulping down as much as I could. I felt a small trickle of cum escape from the corner of my mouth as the last spurts fired. Sir collapsed back into his chair, both hands behind his head exposing his beautiful bushy pits and filling the room with a fresh wave of musk. I sat back, relishing the feeling of fullness in my hole and licking my lips. “Fuck boy, you did well.” He said eventually. “Thank you Sir. That was amazing, and… and thank you for giving me your load.” He looked down at me quizzically. “Jesus. You really are a born sub. Fuck. Thanking me for my load unprompted. Fuck!” He reached down and rubbed my head, mussing up my hair. “I wish I could wreck you all night.” “You can Sir! I don’t have to go anywhere.” He laughed, “No boy, your hole’s been through a lot. You need some rest, or we’ll end up breaking your pretty little cunt in training. Time to get off that dildo.” “Sir cant I just…” “Who’s in charge here boy?” “You are Sir.” “Correct, and I told you its time to get off that dildo, so get the fuck up.” “Yes Sir, sorry Sir!” I shifted onto the balls of my feet and slowly raised myself up will the dildo fell from my hole. I felt empty. I missed it already. “Good boy, that’s better. I know you’ve had a big day and these feelings can be overwhelming so I’ll forgive you this time.” “I’m sorry Sir.” “Its ok boy.” He held my chin in his hand, “just remember whos boss in this house.” “You are Sir.” “That’s correct.” He tipped my face up to him and did something I didn’t expect. He kissed me. I leaned in, pressing myself to his warm body as our tongues intertwined. His beard scratched at my chin and his moustache tickled my nose. It was heaven. “I’m really proud of you boy,” he said when he broke apart our kiss. “There aren’t many boys who are experience with getting fucked who can take three hours in the sling their first day. You did amazingly.” “Did? Are we done Sir?” “For today we are. Like I said, we cant risk breaking your pretty hole on the first day.” “Oh. Right.” “Don’t look so sad. Come back tomorrow and we’ll keep opening you up.” “Yes Sir!” I didn’t want to stop but at least this wasn’t the end forever. “Tomorrow when you come do the same thing you did today. Go around back, strip down to your briefs, knock and wait on your knees. Got it?” “Yes Sir.” “Oh, and tonight… I want you to jerk off tonight.” “Yes Sir!” “Jerk off thinking about what we did today, watch some porn of boys being used by doms. And then in that post nut clarity I want you to ask yourself if this is something you really want to do. If you come back here tomorrow I want it to not just be pent up hormones, but what you really want to do. Understood?” “Yes Sir.” “Good then get your briefs and gather your clothes from the back porch. I’ll see you tomorrow at noon.” I lay in my bed that night, my briefs pulled to the side any my cock sticking straight up leaking. I rubbed at my tender hole as I stroked remembering the afternoon I had. I heard Sir’s voice in my head saying “In that post nut clarity ask yourself ‘is this something I really want.’” How could the answer be no? The whole day had been pure bliss. I felt like I had found my place. I stroked my cock feverously thinking of Sir calling me a “good boy” as he stretched out my hole. I felt my used but as of yet unfucked no longer truly virginal pucker and imagined Sir’s cock finally entering me. My balls tightened and cum erupted from my dick like water from a fire hydrant. It shot high into the air and rained down over my sweaty heaving chest. I dipped my fingers into the puddles and lapped up my own load falling back against the pillows as my climax ended. I was panting and exhausted, but one things was crystal clear in my mind: I would be at Sir’s house at noon the next day kneeling in my briefs as ordered. “I knew you wouldn’t disappoint,” Sir said as he opened the sliding door in nothing but his jock smiling down at me. “How did it feel blowing that load last night boy?” “I’ve never cum so hard in my life Sir. It was all over me and then I licked it up.” “I bet you were playing with your hole at the same time weren’t you boy?” “Yes Sir, and imaging you fucking me.” “Glad to hear it boy… and when you came, how did you feel?” I paused for a moment thinking and then replied, “Resolved Sir. I want to be your boy. I want to be trained by you. I want you to make me into a pig. I want a pig cunt Sir! I want to be your sub. I want to learn to submit! Please Sir!” “Good boy. I like your honesty, and I’m glad that’s your choice. I’ve been thinking about your sweet boy hole all morning. Now, as cute as those briefs are on you they’re only going to get in the way of what’s next. Take them off, you can leave them out here with the rest of your clothes. You won’t be getting dressed again today.” I stood up and took off my briefs, only momentarily self-conscious about being completely naked outside. “Good boy. Come inside.” He led me inside, but instead of heading right upstairs to the playroom he brought me over to the kitchen island. “Hope up here,” he said, patting the island. I did as instructed and sat on the edge of the island. Then he turned to the freezer and pulled out a small bag of ice. “Put this on your dick to make it go soft boy.” I blinked at him confusedly but followed his instructions. I placed the freezing cold ice on my hard cock and felt it slowly begin to deflate. Sir then took something out of his pocket and pulled the ice away. He quickly worked a hard plastic ring around the base of my cock and balls, my dick swelling again. With the ring securely in place he put the bag of ice back on my junk making it go soft once more. As soon as I had completely lost my erection Sir took the ice away once more and deftly slipped a small plastic cage over my cock and locked it to the ring. “That load you shot last night,” he said, an evil glint in his eye, “was the last load you’re gonna shoot for a long while. I hope it really was a good one.” At this point in my life I’d never seen a cock cage or heard of male chastity, yet here I was with my cock straining against the confines of a black plastic cage. “This way all of your focus will be on your hole, not that you did a bad job of that yesterday but this… ensures compliance. Now, lets get you upstairs and start opening that hole up again. What do you say?” “Yes Sir!” I jumped down from the kitchen island and practically ran up to the play room. Sir chuckled coming into the playroom after me and seeing me standing right in front of the sling facing the door, my locked cock proudly on display. “Wrists out boy.” I held out my hands and he locked the cuffs back on them, then he did the same for my ankles. I stood still as a statue waiting while he retrieved my collar from the day before and re-attached it around my neck. “You look perfect.” “Thank you Sir.” “I thought we’d try you out on the bench this time,” he said, “instead of the sling. You wont be able to see what’s happening and can give in to just being a gaping hole.” He brought me over to the bench, and helped me to mount it. The bench was angled downward, and once Sir had attached my cuffs I was forced downward so that my ass was higher than my head. I had thought the sling left me exposed yesterday but it was nothing compared to this. My hole was totally exposed and I was held into place by the thick leather cuff. My cock throbbed in its new cage. “You look beautiful boy. Your locked up cock is leaking everywhere, and your hole is quivering. I’m going to open your hole till it’s a big loose cunt. I’m going to turn you into the perfect sub pig and breed your guts till my cum runs down your legs.” “Fuck yes! Please Sir! Use me! Stretch me out! Wreck me! Breed me!” “All in good time boy. All in good time,” and without further warning he dove into my hole. He licked at it like a man possessed just like he had done the day before. Only this time, it didn’t take half the time before my hole started to bloom open. I felt it, my hole still sensitive from yesterday, slicked and then opened, slowly relaxing under Sir’s assault. I moaned as his tongue started to work into my ass, flicking over the muscular ring over and over again. Sir growled as his opened me up. His big meaty paws held my cheeks firmly, spreading them apart. “Oh fuck, oh fuck.” I groaned over and over again. “This is going to be the perfect pussy.” Sir said, smacking me hard on the ass as he stood up. I heard him moving around but I couldn’t see where he went. After a few moments he returned, and I felt the cold slickness of lube being spread on my hole followed by the unmistakable pressure of a toy. “Lets see what we can get in this hole today boy,” and he pressed the head of the toy into me. It felt narrow but steadily widened. Maybe it was the Slink from yesterday, but then it just kept going and going. It felt longer than anything yesterday. I closed my eyes and focused on relaxing my hole and enjoying the experience. Eventually I stopped wondering what it was and just lost myself in the pleasure the toy was giving me. Sir progressively built up speed till eventually he was bashing my hole with the toy, the end of which felt like it had gone a miles into my guts. My hole felt wet and sloppy when he pulled the toy out. My hole felt cold without it, and I realized that that was air getting into my gaped ass. Sir replaced the first toy with another one almost immediately. This time, like yesterday, it was less tapered than the first. He steadily worked it deep inside me and I again lost myself in the experience. We did this over and over as Sir put larger and larger toys inside me. My world shrunk with each toy to focus more and more on my hole and Sir’s voice. The only thing that mattered were his words of encouragement and making myself into the hole he wanted. I had fallen into some sort of trance when he finally said, “Lets get you off this bench, I want you to see what was just in your pussy.” “My pussy Sir? Does that mean…?” “That your hole is growing? Absolutely. It’s not a cunt just yet, but its definitely more than just a hole.” Sir unhooked me, and helped me to sit up and then dismount the bench. My arms and legs both felt a little numb as I stood up. “Close your eyes and hold out your hands.” I did as instructed and a heavy weight fell into my hands. “Open them.” I looked down and gasped. I was holding what seemed like an impossibly large dildo. It was the same silvery orange as the Slink but had a spear shaped head, a long slightly tapered shaft and a slight knot at the bottom. It had to be almost a foot and a half long almost three inches across at the head. “There’s no way that was inside me Sir.” “I’d never lie to you boy. Squat on it right now. You’ll see I’m not lying.” I did as he said and set the massive dildo on the floor and then started to lower myself down onto it. My mouth hung open in shock as my hole easily opened for the head, and then slowly but surely swallowed the whole shaft. “Holy fuck,” I groaned as I sat on the floor fully impaled on the toy. “Thank you Sir.” “For what boy?” “For showing me how good my pussy can feel!” “You’re most welcome boy. It feels right doesn’t it boy, to have your hole stretched around a big toy and your dick locked away.” “Yes Sir! It feels so good.” “Good boy. You’re learning to take pleasure from a sub’s place in the world. A sub should be constantly horny and ready to service any man who wants to use its holes.” “Yes Sir!” I was bouncing absent mindedly on the toy as he talked. It felt so good. I couldn’t believe it. Yesterday I’d barely had a finger up my ass and today I was riding a massive toy like it was nothing. Sir was a magician. He was also right. It felt so good to be locked up and stretched out, I never wanted it to end. “I’ll do anything you want.” “Really boy? Anything?” “Yes Sir! Anything!” “Open your mouth boy.” He stepped right in front of my and pulled the pouch of his jock to the side. His fat semi hard cock flopped out. I opened my mouth expecting him to start face fucking me. Instead he twisted one hand into my hair holding my head still, and used the other to aim the head of his dick at my open mouth. He closed his eyes for a second and then suddenly the back of my throat was hit with a hot stream of piss. “Swallow boy. Take my piss load.” I swallowed as quickly as I could but his stream came out way too fast and soon hot piss was streaming down my cheeks and dripping onto my chest. His piss was bitter but also somehow delicious. I gulped it down. I think even if it had tasted disgusting I would have still swallowed it. Sir wanted me to drink his piss, so I drank his piss. Some part of me understood that this was not just about sexual gratification in the moment but also about him asserting his dominance and control over me. I was becoming an object for use, and I’d never been happier. As Sir’s stream ended I licked my lips and flicked my tongue across the head of his dick, lapping up the last of his piss. I looked up and saw Sir smiling at me, a big messy grin. “Damn boy. I expected you to resist or spit it out. That was… wow.” “You told me to swallow,” I said cheekily. “You’re right. I certainly did. Fuck boy.” His did was hard now and he slapped it against my face. I hung my mouth open and let him push the head into my mouth. He held onto the back of my head with both hands and crammed his dick down my throat. For a second I couldn’t breathe before he pulled back again. I sank all the way down on the massive dildo and let Sir face fuck me. He groaned and growled as he used my throat. Thick globs of spit dripped off my chin and I started to sweat. When Sir finally came it was with a massive yell and hot volleys of cum filled my mouth. I swallowed his load down too, savoring his tastes with satisfaction. “Good boy… good boy,” he cooed running his fingers through my hair. When his dick had gone soft he knelt down in front of me and took my face in his hand. “Good job boy. I’m really proud of you.” “Thank you Sir!” “You’re doing so well. You’ve impressed me so much. Your holes gone from a tight little pucker to a nice wet pussy so quickly.” “Thank you Sir! It feels so good. I love having my hole turned into a pussy.” “Good, and tomorrow I’m going to turn it into a cunt.” “Really?” “Really boy. Tomorrow you get what you’ve been asking for. I’m going to bend you over and pump you full of my spunk.” “Fuck! Please Sir! I’m ready now Sir!” I bounced on the dildo to show him I was ready. As I rode the dildo my hole made a wet squelshing sound that made me even hornier. “No boy. You’re going to wait till tomorrow. You’re going to spend the night in that cage, and come here after you’re done with work tomorrow. You’re going to prove to me that you want this,” He shook his cock at me, “Badly enough. You’re going to prove you’re a good boy, and then I’m going to breed you and make you mine.” “Yes Sir! I’ll be here Sir!” “Good boy.” “Um… Sir…?” “Yes?” “Could I… is there a toy I could take home? It just feels too good to be stretched out. I don’t want it to stop!” He smiled, “After tomorrow boy you’ll be stretched out all the time. For tonight your hole needs to rest. Now come on,” he grabbed me under the arms and pulled me up to my feet. The dildo fell from my used hole as I stood up. I felt empty. “Let’s get you dressed.” I stripped naked as soon as my apartment door closed behind me and flopped back onto my bed. I lay there running my hands across my body. My skin felt electric, as if every touch was heightened after my experience. My balls were more sensitive than they had ever been pressed forward and slightly squished by the ring of my new cage. I pulled my legs back and felt my hole. It felt puffy and swollen. It also felt amazing. I rubbed my fingers across it reveling in to the slickness I still felt. My hole had gone from completely virginal to a wet sloppy pussy in just two days and tomorrow it would become a pig cunt. I was in heaven. The next day it was almost impossible to concentrate. I felt the pressure of my cage constantly. Every time I moved I felt it, and it kept me in a constant state of arousal. Peter could tell I was distracted but he didn’t seem to mind. He just let me exist and wait out my time till I could go back to Sir’s house. When our day was over and we’d dropped off tools back at the shop I practically bolted to my car. I drove as fast as I dared back over to Sir’s house and ran around the back of his house. I stripped off as soon as I got to his back porch and knelt down fully naked at the sliding door. Sir came to the door today dressed in a black leather vest, and black leather chaps with well-worn white jock on. There was a stout leather cuff around his left bicep, and he had on heavy black leather boots. “Fucking sub faggot waiting naked and caged for his Dom. So fucking sexy,” he said when he opened the door. “Good boy, open your mouth.” I did as instructed, guessing at what was next. Like the day before he pulled his jock to the side and rested his semi hard dick on my lips before releasing a massive stream of piss into my mouth. I gulped it down hungrily, swallowing as much as I could. When he’d finished he slid his dick deeper into my mouth and fucked my face as he got hard. He pulled his fully hard cock out of my mouth, and turned my face up to his. Then he bent down and spat right into my mouth. “How did my boy enjoy his first day as a locked boy?” “It was really hot Sir,” I said, after swallowing his spit, “But it was hard to think about anything about being caged and how horny I was.” “Good. I told you a sub boy should always be horny and ready to service men, especially his Sir.” “Yes Sir! I’m ready for you. Anything you want! I’m ready to serve.” “I know you are boy. Are you ready to get that pussy turned into a cunt?” “Yes Sir! I want it so bad!” “Then lets get upstairs then!” Sir took me upstairs, fitted the cuffs on me again, and latched the collar around my neck. He then lifted me into the sling and locked me in place. I gazed up at myself, taking in my spread legs, exposed body and leaking caged cock. I looked like such a slut. “Fuck,” said Sir rubbing his fingers across my hole. “Such a beautiful fucking boy pussy. I’m going to breed you so deep boy my load’s going to be in you for days.” “Please Sir, breed my hole! Make me into a pig cunt!” “That’s it boy, beg me. Beg for my load. Tell me what you want.” He got down on his knees and started to eat my hole as I alternated between begging and whimpering. “Please Sir! Fill my hole! Pump me full of your sperm. I want to be your boy! I want to be your cum dump. I need to be used. I’m just a sub boy, made for you to fuck! I need it so bad Sir! I’ve needed it for days. I want you inside me so bad! I can’t think about anything else. Every time I close my eyes I see you on top of me. I dream about you fucking me. Please let me serve you. Let me make you feel good. Please breed me!” “Good boy,” Sir said when he stood up, “You’re learning your place. You’re going to make such a good sub.” He was leaning over me holding onto the chains by my wrists. He bent down and kissed me deeply. Then he stood up and towered over me. I looked up into the mirrored ceiling and saw his jock was off and his cock was fully hard and leaking. He lined it up with my hole and rubbed against my pucker. I groaned. “Good boy. Just like before, deep breath in, let it out and push out with your hole. Its time to turn your hole into a cunt.” I did as he said and took a deep breath. With my eyes locked on his cock in the mirror I let it out and pushed gently. Sir’s cock was smaller than the toy’s I’d been riding the day before but it was thick with almost no taper to the shaft and it took some time and extra spit before his head broke through my sphincter. I moaned in ecstasy as the first two inches of cock entered my body. Sir growled hungrily. “Good boy, take my big raw cock. Feel it opening your pussy, turning it into a cunt. That’s right boy, you’ll never be the same after this. You thought those toy’s felt good now that you’ve had real cock in your hole you’ll never be able to go back. You’ll always long for it. You’ll need it. You’ll need big raw dick in your sweet boy cunt.” While he was saying all of this he was slowly pushing his dick into me. I was whimpering and groaning, quietly begging him to make me his boy and fill me with cum. “That’s it boy, you’ve got my whole cock inside you now. You’ve taken your first dick.” “It feels so good Sir! Fuck! Your dick is so big. I love it. Please! Please fuck me Sir!” “I like hearing you beg boy.” “Please breed my hole Sir! Make me into a cunt!” “Good boy,” he said and started to pull his cock back out. He built up a slow pace first, using the swing of the sling to force his dick harder and harder into my hole. I was mesmerized watching his dick slide in and out of my ass in the mirror. Part of me couldn’t believe it was happening, and part of me felt like it had been inevitable that I would somehow end up here. Sir was right, I was a natural born sub. It didn’t matter that I was bi, I was a faggot made to be used. I moaned as Sir picked up the pace and started to slam into me. Sweat was beading up on both of us. It dripped off of Sir and splattered onto my body. The smell of sex started to permeate the air. It was like Sir’s musk but quadrupled. It was intoxicating, it made me feel light headed. I was swimming in some sort of horny bliss, a daze of pheromones. How could I ever have been scared of being fucked? It was the greatest feeling in the world. “God your hole feels so good boy. A warm wet boy pussy, its just begging to be used and bred. Fuck boy! I’m going to fucking fill your hole. You’re going to be my cunt.” “Breed me Sir! Use my pussy! Its yours. Fill me up!” “Yeah boy, take Daddy’s big raw cock. That’s what holes like yours are made for, taking big fat raw dicks all day long. You’re a fucking cum dump. Once you’ve had my load you’ll be fucking hooked. You’ll be desperate to be fucked all the time.” “I want to be a cum dump Sir! Im already desperate. It feels so good! It’s the best thing I’ve ever felt. Your dick is so good! Breed me Sir!” “Fucking fag boy desperate for cock. Beg me for my load boy. Beg me to breed you. Beg me to make this pussy into a real fucking cunt!” Sir was pounding me hard now. He was swinging the sling away from him and bashing me back against his cock as it swung back. I was panting, and dripping in sweat. My breathing was ragged as I gasped out, “I need it Sir! I need to be bred! I need my pussy made into a cunt. I need to be your cum dump! Please cum inside me! Breed me! Take me! Fuck me! Fill me up! Please… Please… Please… fucking breed me!” “Here is comes boy, the first load of your life. Take my fucking load!” He screamed as he orgasmed, slamming his dick as deep as it would go inside me and pumping rope after rope after rope of hot cum inside me. I was shaking, several spurts of thick cum oozed out of my caged cock. Sir was still grunting as his dick throbbed inside me. Sweat fell from his face landing on my chest. My head fell back against the sling as I tried to catch my breath. It had happened. Sir had fucked me and bred my hole. I had his hot load inside me right then. I was really a sub boy now. I was a boy. I was a hole. I was Sir’s hole. I had found my place. “Fuck boy.” Sir groaned when he finally started pulling his cock from my hole. “You did so good.” He took a step away and grabbed something off the table of toys next to the sling. He lubed it up and pressed it into my hole. It was another silvery orange toy, this time a plug. It was shaped roughly like a man’s dick but with a thick knot at the base. He pushed it into my freshly bred hole and it popped into place. “From now on, this plug stays in your cunt when you’re not being bred. Is that understood boy?” “Yes Sir!” “Good boy.” He unfastened my arms and legs from the sling and helped me down. “Kneel there.” He pointed to the floor directly in front of the sling. I did as I was told. “Eyes front.” I looked dead ahead as Sir walked away from me. A moment later he returned and unlocked the collar from my neck, I looked up at him sadly but he just smiled. “That’s just a training collar, something I use on a boy I’m just playing with. This,” he dropped a thick heavy chain around my neck, “Is the collar of an owned boy.” He locked a big gold padlock through the last links of the chain and dropped it onto my chest. There was no ignoring the weight of it. Like my cage the chain would be a constant reminder of who I belonged to. “You’re mine now boy. You’ll come here every day after work or school and service me, or whoever I want you to service. Follow instructions and your hungry pig cunt will never go without again.”

Such a hot story! I’m still neg and have never PNP’d but so ready to try T and think it would be so much better with a trying to convert me. I quit taking my PrEP a while ago!

This is mine. A lot of people like it and my boyfriend loves it

5. Scorpion Jesse slinks down the stairs and hauls back a half-asleep Eros to the priest’s bedroom. Rubbing gunk out of his eyes, Eros stares at the priest’s thin, naked body slowly twirling. “Yeah he’s dead all right.” Suppressing a yawn, Tommy tiptoes in quietly closing the door behind him. He presents a large plate of sandwiches to Eros and Jesse. "I found these on the counter. They're a little stale but I think they're—" Eros nabs two roast beefs before Tommy even finishes, "—okay." “Mustard?” “Like I’d forget,” Tommy says, annoyed, as he hands over mustard packets from his pocket. Eros is not a morning person, especially after just two hours of sleep. “Coffee?” “How many fucking hands you think I have?” Tommy’s prickly as Eros on two hours of sleep. The corpse does a full three-sixty as he munches a tuna fish wedge. When the monk’s pumped member glides in front of him, he turns to Jesse, “He fuck you with that thing?” “Jesus, Tommy. That’s the first thing you think of?” says Jesse, snatching an egg salad triangle whose crusts are sliced off. He watches the monk continue to rotate. “But, yeah. He fucked me with that thing.” Eros gobbles one of his roast beefs in a few bites. He goes to the bed and picks up a piece of rope. “Bondage, huh? What a shock.” “So you woke up and he was just hanging there?” Tommy suspiciously asks. He’s finished his tuna, and now starts on a turkey and avocado. “First I took a piss.” Jesse looks at the door and quietly slides the bolt lock so no one barges in unexpected. “When I came back I saw him hanging there.” Eros and Tommy circle the body chewing. Tommy looks at Jesse puzzled. “If his arms and legs are duct taped, how’d he manage to climb on the chair and hang himself? He had to have help.” “I told you, he slammed me a second time and I don’t remember anything after that." "So maybe you helped him and don't remember." Eros suggests. “There’s things I’ve done that I didn’t remember till T told me the next day.” "I barely could stand up after the first slam. No way I’m propping up a monk all taped up and getting him up on a chair. Look at me. On a good day I couldn’t lift, what—,” he gauges the body. “Like one-thirty, one-forty pounds? I’m not like T.” Tommy flexes a bicep for Eros and wiggles his eyebrows. Eros frowns, considers the situation. After finishing his second roast beef he proposes an idea raising his index finger. “What if someone comes in, binds him, and strings him up while you’re passed out?” “Except, when I got up to pee, the door was bolted on the inside,” Jesse counters. “Shit, that does complicates things,” Eros concedes. He takes the remaining turkey and avocado, which make Tommy snarl. He puts it back and chooses a lone lobster roll. “That actor guy and the tall kid were in here...I think,” Jesse reflects. “I’m not sure when that happened. But I felt a little dick as some point fucking me. Just like T said. I bet it was him. And the kid bitched about not having a hard on, but he got it up and fucked me, too.” “So tell me everything.” Eros squirts mustard on his lobster roll. “All you can remember.” “Dude,” Tommy balks. “You have to put mustard on everything?” “It’s the good kind. I didn’t know it came in little packets.” “Listen!” Jesse hits Eros to get his attention. “I remember the priest giving me this Prince Albert.” He pulls down his underwear and flashes his jeweled P.A. Tommy’s chewing the turkey and avocado and lifts the empty plate. "Should I go down and get more?" "Nah, you'll risk someone seeing you before we figure out what to do." Eros looks down to the pool below. Still empty. The sky's clear but it's brisk. Leaves are gathering around the pool filter. “Yeah, so after he gives me the P.A., he slams me the first time, and we fuck for a really long time, then he spanked me some, and then we fist—punch fist, sixty-nine fist. I never been so far up someone’s ass, ever! It was crazy weird.” Tommy whistles. “So many things happened. I’m might be confusing the order but I think I was gagged and blindfolded when the actor and the kid came in. I don't know how long they were here but they left, I'm pretty sure. I remember hearing the priest lock the door and then it got really quiet. Then after he poured hot wax on me—," "God damn, Jesse!" Eros bursts out. "You gonna listen to me next time?" "Like I need you to lecture me!” Jesse crosses his arms, looks defiantly at Eros. “Look at you all judgy. Say, how’d you and Mac D.P.-ing the kid go? You give him any choice?” “Let’s say he learned to like it,” Tommy says, watching Eros grind his jaw. “Fuck last night.” Eros snaps. Ostensibly he checks out the pool again, but then suddenly he picks up the antique chair and slams it down hard on the carpet with a boom. Jesse gives him a dirty look, shushing him, but then he blinks, looking wildly around. “Wait.” He searches the monk’s satchel then scurries around the room. “Where’s his case?” “What are you looking for,” Tommy asks, his mouth full. “He had this little case with a hypo in it. It had a couple vials strapped inside.” He looks under the bed, in the empty chest of drawers, and then rummages in the closet. “When he saw I was coming round he got out this kit—I don’t see it here. He also got out some scary tools—I think he must’ve pierced my nipple when I blacked out. After that second slam, I don’t remember anything. But that case should still be around." “Maybe whoever hung him took it,” Eros suggests. “Listen. Bottom line, it won’t look good you drugged up and locked in a room with a dead guy. You’ll be the cop’s suspect numero uno. Good you came and got us so we can get ahead of this. T, before anyone gets up we should get the body out of here. Bury it in the forest or maybe out at the lighthouse. Hardly anyone goes out to the cape.” Tommy pauses, swallowing the rest of his sandwich before he holds up his hand, waving it in disagreement. “No, someone might eventually find it. We should take it out to sea and Davy Jones it.” “No,” Eros says pacing. "It might float back. Then they’ll see neck burns and that’ll lead to a bunch of questions.” “Okay,” Tommy's pacing now, too. “Between here and the dock there’s that swamp. We can take it there, and weight it down with rocks. Nobody’s going to go traipsing into the swamp." Eros enthusiastically bobs his head in agreement. "Okay. Then we take one of the kayaks, make it look like he took one out early—“ “Like,” Eros says, clapping him on the shoulder, “we put his sandals in it—“ “—and his rosary—“ “Genius! And his rosary in the kayak and turn it over on the beach like it floated back without him.” “Yeah. Or just let it float out to sea! It’ll look like he went out before anyone else got up.” They’re holding each other’s shoulders, nodding, electrified by their brilliance. “He's still high—right?—he tips over and accidently drowns. No body to be found, but the police would have reason to believe they'd eventually find one. Right? That’s if Mac even reports him missing.” “I’ll get the kayaks if you guys get the body,” Jesse says. But then he pauses. “Wait. Why wouldn’t Mac report him missing?” Tommy and Eros exchange a look. Tommy says, “Let’s say he’s got his reasons not to attract attention.” Jesse collapses on the leather divan, the corpse spinning above him. He laces his fingers and put them on his head staring up at it. “So, if he didn’t hang himself—all duct taped up like that—someone else did. And if someone else did and got the inside bolt to somehow lock, he’s gonna know Father Lucius didn’t drown. They’ll rat us out!” “Well,” Tommy says, reasoning with him, “if we assume he didn’t hang himself—and I agree that it's impossible he did it—then someone went to a lot of trouble to get you locked into a room with a dead guy. So whoever that was, the last thing he’s going to do is make waves. What’s he gonna say? Like 'I know there’s no body,” he says in a stupid guy voice, “but I know that the body we can’t find wasn’t drowned—it was hanged'?” Jesse cracks his first meager grin of the day. “No way! No one’s going to say that. That’d be stupid.” Tommy claps him on the shoulder, leaning in reassuringly. “And whoever it is, isn’t stupid. So: no body, no evidence, no problem!” While Tommy clips Jesse’s chin bringing out a bigger smile, Eros climbs up on the chair and cuts down the body. He and Tommy slip the monk’s robe back on him. Tommy give Jesse the rosary beads. Eros lifts the shoulders and Tommy takes the feet. Unlocking the bolt, Jesse makes sure no one’s in the hall, and Eros and Tommy take the body away. With the monk's sandals and rosary beads in hand, he sneaks down to the pool. Quietly lets himself out the side gate, takes a bright green kayak off the rack and, though it weighs a ton, lugs it to the beach. There’s white caps all the way to the horizon—fortunately the wind is at his back. He lays the kayak down in the wet sand, places the sandals and rosary beads in the hull, and pushes it out with the tide. It bounces for a while in the surf, spins directionless, but gradually the steady wind guides it from the shore. Soon it’s only a vibrant green dot bobbing under an indigo sky. Far down the beach, rocks surrounding the lighthouse spray white foam in the air from crashing waves. The storm has traveled inland for hours but the ocean remains angry. Seagulls squawking on the sand part before him as he wanders back to the shack. Jesse waits nervously inside for Eros and Tommy to return. Minutes turn to hours. Inside the compound he hears the beginning of activity at the pool. Cups clinks, a low murmur of tired voices just waking up. Laying on Tommy and Eros’ futon he curls into a small ball. Their smell is comforting. After a long, harrowing night followed by a frantic morning—one filled with more questions than answers—he drifts off like the green kayak, into a very dark, very troubled sea of sleep. * Mr. McPherson drives the golf cart down a rickety wooden walkway. He’s none-too-shabby, thinks Jaxton, taking in his broad, tan shoulders, muscular back, and neck thick as a linebacker. Certainly the first good thing on this stupid island getaway Eddie planned. They head, clackety-clack, to the compound. The passing maritime forest would be pretty if you were into nature. He prefers Tribeca. Eddie sits gabbing excitedly beside Mr. McPherson. Jaxton, tuning out the chit chat with earbuds firmly in place, is in the back seat with a creepy old priest named Father Lucius dressed like an honest-to-fuck monk. The monk keeps checking him out. He sees his sideways glances. Jaxton’s trying to ignore him by concentrating on his Nintendo Switch. The moment the priest lays one finger on him, he’s ready to punch the fucker in the face. They disembark in the oppressive heat and take a smaller walkway to the house. They pause at the entrance watching some young guy—in his underwear, for fuck sake!—park the cart. He’s cute but short. Jaxton prefers guys tall like himself—like the owner of the compound, e.g. The owner says something about everyone being casual at his place and pinches his tit, which Jaxton does not like one bit. He thinks the man’s attractive, but he’s not one for men he doesn’t know thinking they have access to his body just because he’s hot and they’re rich. (Well, Eddie notwithstanding. But then Eddie’s paying him a hell of a lot for a bogus “assistant” position and he knows never to pinch.) Jaxton hunches forward letting his blond dreadlocks fall over his face so no one sees he’s simmering. He blasts his iPhone to drown out the men talking. But before Mr. McPherson has a chance to open the front doors, the monk unexpectedly flashes his junk, which is pumped to a grotesque size Jaxton’s never seen in his life, and to which no one but him seems to think is completely revolting, not to mention inappropriate. Inside, it’s what he’s come to expect in modern beach houses—it isn’t grossly ostentatious, at least—a minimum of chrome and brass with lots of wood and glass. Mid-century modern furniture in the living room, an Eames lounge chair, the requisite pair of Wassily black strap chairs arranged around a Noguchi coffee table; a Jasper Johns and a Warhol in the dining room. In the airy foyer and leading up the staircase are pictures of Mr. McPherson with a hell of a lot of famous men, Eddie as a twenty-year-old shirtless stud among them. Dark mullet aside, Eddie was something back in the day. It’s sad, really. Jaxton stops and points at the photo. In it, Eddie, shirtless wearing a leather vest, has his arm draped around very pretty boy about the same age. “That thirst trap is you?” he asks, incredulous. Eddie nods and huffs with their luggage up the stairs. “Look at you, bossman.” Jaxton says, which only irritates Eddie. Eddie hates when he drops into his faux-Jamaican act. “Who was the blondie?” Jaxton pesters him up the stairs. “No one you ever heard of,” he wheezes, clomping his way to the room. Their bedroom is large and thankfully frigidly air conditioned. Eddie wants to go immediately to the pool but Jaxton grouses that he’d rather stay in and play his Switch in the A.C. Eddie states categorically he is not going to have his weekend ruined, and demands the game with an outstretched hand. Back in the city a move like that would have caused Jaxton to tell Eddie to shove it and leave, but here he’s stuck and feels like he’s going to have to be at least a little accommodating. He turns over the game, binds his dreadlocks up in a man-bun, and put on his knee-length swimming trunks. “You heard Mac,” Eddie says. “This place is for the uninhibited. Either you wear that dental floss thingy I bought you, or a speedo like mine or nothing. But you are not wearing those ridiculous trunks. You’re not hanging your surfer friends in Montauk.” “That’s a negative on the speedos, bossman. Too much weenie for the bikini. And the thong barely packs me in.” “Then it’s nothing.” “Fine,” Jaxton sneers, and slips off his swimming trunks. He trots down the stairs having no problem displaying his body, especially if it catches the head of the house’s eye. He finds a shady spot by the pool. With his earbuds in and his player turned up, he doesn’t hear the priest dive in the water. Eddie taps his shoulder, hands him a frozen margarita. A peace offering. Jaxton graciously accepts. Eddie wedges himself on the lounge next to his. Besides his own margarita, Eddie’s brought a full pitcher, which he sets on the ground in the shade. He’s in his speedo, which Jaxton finds tragic. A moment later Jaxton’s alarm is set off warning him the old priest is swimming up. He registers Eddie and the monk are talking about him, so he turns down the music a little to catch if any of what they’re saying is of interest. “He’s a mighty tall drink of water, isn’t he?” comments the priest, leering at Jaxton. The music goes right back up. Jaxton hates that phrase. It’s right up there with String Bean, Bean Pole, Bean Stalk—anything Bean-adjacent really. Though the music is too loud for him to actually hear it, he sees the priest ask him, “How’s the weather up there?” That’s another one that ticks him off. The best he can manage is a minor scoff. He checks for any texts from anyone, anyone—even the DJ he’s currently ghosting—but seeing no bars, sags into the chaise. With a thick bottom lip he nurses a sip of his margarita, but perks up instantly when Mr. McPherson comes out to join them. He’s awesomely naked, too. DILF, definitely, Jaxton muses. No tan lines on that boulder butt, and a cock swaying like an elephant trunk. With a cool sip of his drink he gifts the man a restrained two-finger wave. He takes one earbud out as a courtesy. “Hey,” he murmurs. Mr. McPherson acknowledges him with barely a hi—which straight away sets Jaxton off on offense while destroying his self-esteem at the same time, none of which he allows to register on his face. Mr. McPherson bounces on Eddie’s chaise and rumples his sparse hair. Eddie’s a kid again soaking up attention from someone powerful. Mr. McPherson says, “So if the storm holds off a little we can grill steaks.” He looks expectantly at the monk and then at Jaxton. “I trust I have men here that like to eat meat.” Jaxton pauses his music. If Mr. McPherson wants to be indifferent, he can be as serious as a morgue. “Actually, I’m vegan, Mr. McPherson.” Mac makes a theatrical grimace—turns to the actor, “I thought you said no food issues, Eddie.” Eddie slaps Jaxton’s ankle to get him to sit up. Jaxton reluctantly complies. “You eat meat. I’ve seen you eat a whole chicken.” “Dude, it was a free range guinea hen we had in California before the prelims. It made me sick all during the finals.” The priest emerges from the pool, his junk dripping like he’s taking a piss. He stands fists on hips at the end of Jaxton’s chaise. Jaxton scoots a little away from him, which causes Eddie to raise a cautionary eyebrow. “I’m sure I can find something in your pantry for our young giraffe, if you’ll allow me. Most of our monastery is vegetarian along with a few pescatarians.” Jaxton looks as if a turd is under his nose. Eddie looks puzzled. “Fish eaters, Mr. Gleason.” “Lobster,” Jaxton proposes. He’s being accommodating. “I do eat lobster.” Mac laughs, interjecting, “So you’re not that vegan.” Jaxton insists, “I’m totally vegan, bro." “Except for shellfish,” Father Lucius replies, also amused. He sits at the bottom of Jaxton’s chaise and runs a cold, wet palm over Jaxton thigh. “These have got to be the legs of a swimmer.” Eddie notices Jaxton is horrified by the monk’s touch. “A surfer. Also a competitive snowboarder, aren’t you, Jaxton.” Jaxton nods and hides his distain behind multiple sips of margarita. “He’s won prizes at Telluride and Sundance.” “Racing and freestyle,” he says, with a bit of blossoming pride seeing this interests Mr. McPherson. “And in May I just took first at the Rip Curl competition in San Clemente.” “Amazing.” The priest’s hand is higher up Jaxton’s thigh. “Father Lucius,” Mac trumpets, slapping Eddie on the shoulder as he’s rising to his feet. “How about you and I find our resident bro something he’d like to eat.” “I’d like nothing more.” Both men chuckle as they go into the house. Eddie scowls refilling his drink as Jaxton reinserts his earbud and tunes out the world. Somewhere during his playlist, Jaxton notices he’s cold. He looks up to see clouds gathering overhead. He’s had enough. Eddie’s finished the pitcher of margaritas, his head lolling to the side with a bit of drool in the corner—it’s sick to the point of being hysterical. In addition to having goosebumps, he finds he’s hungry. He wanders in the backdoor and discovers a naked Mr. McPherson fixing sandwiches at the kitchen counter. Jaxton cruises the man, making sure he knows his ass is being checked out. “Ah, I was just about to get you two. Grilling looks like we’ll have to put off till tomorrow. But I did find lobster salad. I made you some lobster rolls. Tell me mayo or gluten aren’t a problem.” “No way. Lobster rolls are dope.” Jaxton grabs one and hops on a stool at the counter. Mac finishes slicing brie for a series of sandwiches. “You know,” he says, without looking up, “you’re probably vegetarian not vegan, and not a strict one at that.” Mac picks up a hard roll roast beef, and joins Jaxton at the counter. “Maybe. These are lit, Mr. McPherson,” he says, finishing his first and takes up another. “Call me Mac.” They both savor their sandwiches, eyeing each other. “Where’s Father Lucius?” As if on cue, a rumble of thunder echoes in the distance, which causes Mac to croak a laugh. He points to the stairs. “The good Father is entertaining our young houseboy with card tricks, or something or other.” Jaxton’s eyes keep dropping down to Mr. McPherson’s hanging cock and back up to his large nipple rings. “I’ve thought about getting one of those,” he says, pointing to Mac’s piercing. “You’d look great with one.” “Sic. Only my left though. Is it true two rings means you flip?” Jaxton face is completely neutral. He slides the plate between them and starts working on another lobster roll. “I bet you think I’m an oinker.” “I’m all in when it comes to piggishness. Eat! You could use a pound or two.” He nudges the plate toward Jaxton. “And, yes, I most definitely flip. But I’m surprised you’re caught up in this whole left side, right side thing. That’s very old timey.” Mac reaches over and tweaks his right nipple. Jaxton elbows him away. “I prefer to top, but I’ll flip for the right guy.” He studies Mac’s reaction. Detects none. His brows furrows as he chews. Mac enjoys how seriously the boy takes himself. He’s lucky he gorgeous—stubble on his cleft chin, wispy hint of a mustache on his upper lip, long dark lashes, solemn brow, a slender face, with dazzlingly hazel eyes that turn on a dime: defiant, mischievous, dangerous, wounded, vengeful. What he would do with this boy over time. He could do without haystack of hair, though—but overall a perfectly lithe specimen of young manhood. Spirited, arrogant, entitled, unbroken. “Can I ask you something personal,” Mac says, opening his sandwich and picking off some roast beef. Jaxton looks at him with a raised eyebrow. “Do you and Eddie fuck?” Jaxton appears disappointed with the question. “Oh, that. No. Oral sometimes. Works out for the best.” Mac considers this a second, then takes a piece of the red meat and offers it to Jaxton. The young man doesn’t disappoint when he opens his mouth. Mac slips it in, fingers Jaxton’s bottom lip. Jaxton chews it down lustily. Mac picks off a smaller piece. “Try swallowing this without chewing.” Jaxton opens his maw and gulps it down. Mac emits his shark tooth smile, and slides off his stool. “You were drinking tequila?” He opens a cupboard and pulls out a bottle of Grand Patron. “A margarita,” Jaxton corrects him. His eyes flash as he recognizes the high-end tequila. “It should be illegal, don’t you think, to mix a two-hundred-fifty dollar tequila with corn syrup.” Mac brings out two shot glasses, fills them, and slides one across the counter. Jaxton throws it back as does Mac. Both slams down their glasses on the counter. “Oof!” Jaxton rasps. Mac fills them again. “You trying to get me drunk, Mr. McPherson?” “Do I need to?” They both down their shots and again hit their glasses on the counter. “Dude,” Jaxton rasps. “That is some fine hooch.” Two back-to-back shots and Jaxton feels warmth in his belly. He cracks his first smile since he’s been on the island. Mac sees he’s got a slight gap between his front teeth. He’s completely taken. “You think? Follow me,” says Mac, heading to the dining room. “Bring your glass.” In the dining room Mac takes a fat, unlabeled bottle off the bar cart. It only has a few inches of amber liquid in it. Jaxton notices something dark, maybe sketchy floats on the bottom. Mac pops out the wide cork and pours a shot for himself and refills the boy’s glass. “Mezcal de escorpion. This,” he swirls the bottle, “is muy, muy contraband. I dare you.” Mac sees the boy’s reluctance. “Pussy.” “Let me see that. Don’t pussy me, pops.” Jaxton takes the bottle, tilts it. “That a fuckin’ scorpion!” He’s incredulous. His façade of aloofness complete breaks down. “I make two shots my limit, but you gone and double dog dared me...Mac.” He spits out the man’s name and their eyes lock. He sips it, not taking his eyes off the man. With lips on fire, he’s challenged to down any more, but glaring at Mac he defiantly finishes it off. “Fuck me!” His eyes shine with a fiendish afterglow. “Gah!” he exclaims, violently shaking his head. “Right?” Mac concurs, downing his glass. Jaxton steadies himself with his bare butt on the edge of the dining room table. Mac pour himself one more and attempts to empty the bottle in Jaxton’s glass, but Jaxton puts his hand over it. “No-no-no-no, papi. I can’t.” “Sure you can. You win the prize.” Mac pushes his hand aside and empties the few last drops. There’s a plop. The small, black scorpion falls in his glass. “Dude,” he says with cloudy eyes. “You’re trying to poison me.” “The cartel I work with embalm the scorpion in mescaline. Not to be confused with mezcal. Bottled for a month, it neutralizes the poison and absorbs the narcotic. I promise you’ll get insight into how the universe truly works.” “Cartel, huh?” He suddenly very glad he came. “You’re lucky I’m as fuckin’ crazy as you are. Bring it.” With his two fingers, Mac plucks the scorpion from the glass, and dangles it in front of Jaxton’s mouth. Jaxton haltingly relaxes his jaw, battles second thoughts, and closes it. “Pussy,” Mac says flatly. Jaxton’s eyes blaze aggressively at him. Mac sees briefly the turbulence hidden beneath Jaxton’s cool surface. The tall lad reopens and Mac drops the scorpion in. Jaxton’s suddenly not sure about this, but two fingers go under his chin and Mac seals his mouth around the arachnid. “Now swallow.” Jaxton grimaces, displaying an agonized face. “Swallow. Don’t chew, just swallow.” Mac traces his finger down Jaxton’s throat, gently coaxing him. “You can do it.” His mouth and tongue burning, Jaxton struggles to keep his eyes from tearing wanting to spit the creature out. He fixes his gaze on Mac who’s sternly watching him. He feels the man’s dominance over his own instincts. He’s awestruck. Jaxton wants to submit to him, he desperately wants to please him, to cast himself off into those cruel blue eyes. He gulps the scorpion whole and begins to retch. “Don’t you puke! You keep it the fuck down.” Jaxton breathes rapidly through his nose. His eyes widen, then he collapses backward, sprawling out over the dining room table, his long legs hanging off the edge. He’s in shock at what he’s done and yet feels incredibly triumphant, victorious: more intense then riding the purest wave; his heart beating faster than the swiftest decent down an icy mountain. Mac examines the kid laid out like a human feast. He gives a squeeze to one of his nipples as a test and gets little reaction save a small grunt and a pulse from his dick. He runs his hand over the boy sandy blond bush, then takes his cock in his mouth and slathers his cock with saliva. Jacking the boy till his eight inches is standing at attention only takes a few stokes. Jaxton moans and grinds his hips in delicious revelry on the table. Jaxton’s head’s swimming. His eyes open, staring at a Warhol soup can, but his entire being is focused on his cock deeply engaged by Mac’s masterful technique. He’s being swallowed whole down an undulating, slick throat. One of the man’s hands glides through his pubes, over his abs, up to his tit. It’s pinched and Jaxton grabs it and moves it to his other nipple. Mac pinches that one twice as hard. Jaxton grabs the man’s ears and gently rocks his cock in and out his mouth. It’s a rare man that he can’t make gag. Mac flows with the motion and lets the kid have at his throat unimpeded, his tongue deliciously going along for the ride. Jaxton got his cock down his throat all the way to his pubes. Holding a guy here long enough always bring about a panicked gag reflex, but not this motherfucker. His long tongue even slithers out, tickling the underside of his heavy, prickly blond balls. It’s the softest, most thorough blow job of Jaxton’s life. And Jaxton’s going to enjoy skull fucking the man as long as he can. Mac lets him enjoy believing he’s the one in charge, skullfucking him by his ears. He can feel the increase of rhythm and the elevated breathing that’s a definite tell the boy’s about to blow. He releasesf his cock much to Jaxton’s disappointment. But he quickly jumps up on his dining room table and set his knees next to the kid’s ribs, feels for his hard meat and sticks it in his sloppy ass. It’s in before Jaxton has had time to mourn the loss of such expert fellatio. Mac slides his muscled ass back and forth adding an occasional gyration for spice. Jaxton’s aware what a good bottom the older man is, aware of how expertly he’s being milked. He’s on his back with a stud of a daddy taking proper care of his boy’s big bone. It’s a boy-daddy ‘ship he could get into. Up, down, round and round his long cock is stirred; stroked, pulled, slathered and slurped by a power bottom that knows exactly how to pleasure his cock in the way he’s entitled to be indulged. He grabs the man’s big swinging dick, one he’d love to get his lips around but he doesn’t have the dexterity. He settles for stroking it one hand and with his other hand gliding over the man’s muscular rock-hard ass, his six-pack abs, and his expansive chest pulling on those awesome door knockers. Visually and sensually he’s close to shooting, but again Mac frustrates him by climbing off before he can nut. “I’d say we’re ready for our next course,” Mac says. He climbs off the dining table and pulls a very drunk and slightly tripping Jaxton back toward his playroom. As they travel through the hallway, Jaxton feels the scorpion’s narcotic begin to wash over him in increasingly intense waves. They surprise Eddie swaying in the back door from the pool. Eddie and Jaxton happily recognize each other, both are happy drunks. Both rest their foreheads together in a gesture of familiar greeting. “You having a good time, kid?” Eddie asks him. “The best, Eddie.” Mac steers Eddie toward the stairs. “Eddie, go get your nose candy and summon Shaggy and Scooby to the playroom?” Eddie beams, elated, giggling in a sing-song to himself: Shaggy and Scooby, Shaggy and Scooby. He staggers upstairs for his stash that will get him through the night and into Tommy’s hot little ass. Mac puts his hand on Jaxton's shoulder so primed to perfection, so ready to be broken in. He observes Jaxton staring up at the light fixture. He’s waving his hand back and forth, observing sparks flying off his fingers, blurred trails following behind. "Come boy.” He guides Jaxton to the door. “This is when the fun begins."

Nathan got up of Jake as I started to finger his dirty cum from my abs to my mouth. Jake was pretty still, breathing shallowly as I let my cock slowly fall from his cunt and Nathan threw on his clothes. "Maybe again, tomorrow?" he asked "Sure. Got quite a bit of interest though so get it sorted as soon as you know" "Sure thing". He high fived me and left the room, slamming the door behind him. I got up to check Jake's profile. A few more messages had come in, including one from an old wrestling bud of mine. Ray was a big ugly guy. Chubby did not begin to describe him. He tipped the scales at about 350lb last time I'd seen him and it wasn't muscle, though he was more than capable of moving his own bulk about. His speedos struggled to contain one of the thickest cocks I'd seen. He was poz, occasionally on meds and the roughest fucker I'd come across. He was very interested in Jake, which didn't surprise me. I looked across at his cute, frail body and weighed up whether he'd see out an encounter with Ray...

Jake let out a low groan as Mikey pulled his bloated prick from the boys tight ass, gently slipping the gauged ring from his glistening ring as a trail of mikeys seed drooled from the tops hole. Mikey sighed and began unstrapping the panting boy, who immediately reached down to fondle his cock. "did you like that?" Jake smiled at the boy, still plugged full of his cock. "uh huh" he nodded lazily. "im sure Jake would love to keep going again, wouldnt you?" Mikey offered as he snapped a few quick pictures of the two mated together, covered in sweat. Jake looked into clints eyes as he pulled his slippery cum coated cock out of Clint, and slowly drove it back in, watching the boy grunt and groan in satisfaction as his hand splashed up and down his own cum covered prick. "you can cum for me again cant you clint?" Jake slowly sped up his thrusts as the prior load began to leak out of his pussy and around Jakes tool. "oh god yes make me cum" Clint begged, Jake was all too eager to deposit another load into the boy when mikey straddled the boy. "Give him the first few shots, and then finish up inside me" Jake nodded eagerly as he reached down dip his fingers in mikeys pussy. "oh god im gonna cum" clint squealed as his ass clamped down hard on Jake and began its milking once more. "there ya go, shoot that cum baby" Jake moaned as he reached down to take hold of his sloppy cock. "one for you..." Jake mumbled, as he pulled back to fire his first shot of cum into the boys gaped cunt. "and one for you" he quickly slid his cock against Mikeys soft pussy and pushed, draining his remaining jizz into the hungry bottom.

I hauled my cock out of him and went off to fix myself some breakfast, bringing back some paracetamol for Jakey. He was dozing, so I slapped him round the face with my cock a little until he opened his mouth and then popped a couple of the tablets inside. I followed it up with a mouthful of morning piss and watched him gulp the whole lot down, like the best kind of nurse. He dozed a little more while I showered and then used his phone to create a profile for him on a kink profiles site, filling it out accurately apart from his status, which I marked as Neg. He came round a little when I re-entered the room. "What's wrong with me?" "My DNA is attacking your body, runt. I'm in you, killing you" He was agitated for a minute or two but calmed down as I cuddled him to me, compressing him in my embrace, reminding him that this was what he was designed for. His helplessness was a big turn on and I let my cock slip inside him for a long, gentle breeding session, during which Jake kept asking if he was pleasing me, being useful - the answers to which were a very clear yes. When i was done, I left him to sleep through his fever while I went for a run in the hot afternoon sun. On the way out of the building I ran into our elderly downstairs neighbour who asked after me and Jake. I told her that I'd seen him occasionally and that he seemed ok. In the park, I couldn't help getting a semi thinking about Jake. In my mind, my cum was eating him up from the inside, each load adding to the predator lurking inside him. I was on my second lap when I clocked a cute twink doing circuits in the opposite direction, slowing as he passed me to gawk at my swinging junk. On the third loop, I adjusted the mesh in my shorts so that my fat cock head and shiny PA were hanging out of the short leg, smirking as the kid almost tripped, such was the intensity of his focus on me. That kind of sealed it for him and I let him get a little distance away from me before changing direction to run after him. I think he may have heard me approaching when I was about three metres away, as his head turned slightly and I'm note exactly light-footed, but, by that time, it was way too late for him. 240lbs of me was bearing down on his small frame and I rugby tackled him from behind, driving us both into the grass, him breaking my fall. The park was mostly empty but I assume the people who were there, at least 50m distant, just thought we were mates playing around. I soon had my arm round his neck to suppress any thoughts of protest and we were agreeing that he definitely wanted fucking in a matter of seconds. I love the feel of Jake's small but loose cunt hole, which these days was beginning to look seriously pouty and ragged, but this arse felt amazing. The kid was either a top or his boyfriend was hung like a maggot, because he gripped my shaft like sandpaper as I forced my way up his shorts and then inside his body. "your cunt is amazing....gonna breed you so good". I don't know what he said back as it was rather muffled but I quickly made myself at home inside him. I knew we didn't have long out there in the open even though from a distance we both appeared clothed, so I worked up to my orgasm quickly, noting that the kid had stopped struggling and was licking my palm as I held it over his mouth. "I knew you wanted this" "mmmmm" "feel me flex?" "mmmmm" "Next time you do, I'll be pumping my dirty load into you" "??" "my poz babies" Struggles...delicious struggles. Writhing on my cock. Massaging my fat bell end in new places. "gonna poz you" Surprisingly strong, this one. Almost throwing me off but quickly slammed down. "Here it comes" I'm flexing my cock, strong rhythmic squirts of my pure DNA flooding into his waiting chute, readily prepped by the rough breeding. As they begin to subside, he goes still, and then I feel him milking my softening cock, massaging the dregs out of me as his cock climaxes below us. I let him finish then spring up off him, tucking my cock back in my shorts and jogging away. Fifty metres away, I look back. He's sat up, fingering his puffy arsehole and putting his fingers to his mouth.

Part 5. It was fairly late by the time I finally pulled out of Runner guy. Three loads of my kids now swimming around the faggy body of this guy that had somehow sired kids of his own in the past. I heard Jake closing his balcony door above as I got ready for bed so I knew he was safe and well without calling on him directly. That night I slept well, wondering whether my latest conquest would be rushing out for PEP or messaging me on BBRTS for more; it goes both ways tbh. The next day was another scorcher, so unusual for this Easter period. I could hear Jake's TV upstairs, more wrestling shows and I called up to him at one point, just to check he was ok. I'd decided to let us both cool down a bit in case I did anything he might regret and spent my morning and afternoon working out, catching up on Netflix and checking Grindr and BBRTS. Not much seemed to be happening on either so by 8pm I decided to take a run as the day had cooled a little. The park was practically deserted with just one or two other runners but there were a few figures lurking in the shadows down by the canal bridge. I pulled up, leaning against the bridge wall to tease out a knot in my hamstring and anything else that might need it. I could sense a bit of movement right under the bridge, an area that roughsleepers sometimes used, so I stepped into the gloom, eased my cock down the leg of my runners and began pissing like a horse just metres from where I could see a ratty looking young guy sat up on his sleeping bag. Instead of looking away or challenging me, he was staring at my cock which was quickly hardening. I took in his slim body, about 5'8'' and 120lbs, I guessed. His hair was still fairly short and he didn't look old at all. A new arrival I guessed, probably kicked out by his parents for something. My piss eased off but I kept my heavy cock hanging there for his pleasure, like a baited fishing line. His last chance to pull his gaze away, which he didn't take. I don't often fuck homeless guys, I'm not afraid of STDs but they are a hassle I can do without as they impact on my fitness, now and then, in a way in which my virus doesn't. This guy looked fresh though and I was even hornier than usual as I walked over to him. He stood up as I got to him and I spun him round so his back was to me, clamping my bicep round his scrawny neck as my other hand yanked down his sweat pants and surprisingly crisp CK boxers. I was already probing his tight hole with my PA as he squirmed in my grip, which I tightened a little. He didn't seem to be expecting this and was getting a little vocal. The chances of anyone hearing or caring were low but it seemed prudent to shut him up so I reached my big palm up to cover his mouth. In doing so, my bicep flexed a little against his neck and I could sense his movements lessening as I compressed his carotid. My cock swelled at the thought of how my muscle was dominating this little fuck and I flexed harder. He managed only a few weak struggles before falling fully limp and I wasted no time in slicing my cock fully into him, ripping him in the process, a feeling I love. I fucked him deadweight in my arms for a few strokes and then lowered him to the ground as he started to come round. I kept my arm in place and pinned him to hard earth slamming my full weight into him with each thrust. I used my bicep to keep him close to the edge of consciousness, which I think he appreciated as it numbed the pain he was clearly sustaining as I lost control. I wanted this fuck to smash this chicken up, not just to implant my death seed in him. His thin neck was like a weak sapling in my grip as I pounded blow after blow into his body, no doubt bruising him badly. maybe cracking something in that exposed rib cage, the thought of which turning me on even more. All too soon, for me, it was time to unload and I fired volley after volley into his broken body, quickly releasing his head and dragging my bloodied cock out of him as I stood up, only pausing to crouch and wipe my cock in his hair before tucking it into the mesh of my running shorts and jogging off home. At home, I showered and felt more relaxed than I had in days. I'd not felt that level of aggression in my fuck before but it had now passed. It seemed like a good time to check in on little Jake. He was still down - isolation, his parents and his meds all playing on his mind but clearly stoked to see me. He looked kind of worse for wear too but I bigged him up and gave him a beer and we talked a little. he really got into the positive mental attitude stuff that I have to deal in as a PT and I explained how meds can be a crutch if you aren't careful. Then we got onto his favourite subject; wrestling. "Do you still wrestle?" "Yeh, sure, now and then. It's not a job or anything" "You have the gear?" "yes" "Singlets or trunks?" "Both" "Can I see?" "Sure. But...it's two way thing" "Two way?" "Yep, you have to wear the gear too" "Me? Erm..." "That's the deal" he nodded meekly and I shuttled off downstairs, my mind racing. What to wear? For me I chose a pair of white trunks, medium, so three sizes too small, and for Jakey, well, for Jake I picked the briefs I'd worn that day with Soccer Boi out of the laundry basket - as yet unwashed. Downstairs again, I changed in his bathroom while he went to his room - accepting my explanation that my other wrestling gear was in my gym locker. The trunks really struggled to hold me in, pushing out my butt cheeks and package. I wasn't hard (amazing self control) but the PA was very clearly outlined against the lycra along with the rest of my bull cock, and an occasional glint from the leg hole could be seen as the trunks struggled to cope until I made a blatant adjustment with my hand. My self control was tested to the extreme as I got my first proper glimpse of his milky white, hair-free chest and pert little nips. A small snail trail, barely visible, tracked the centre of a non-existent tummy in to the loose waste-band of my beloved briefs. Once again, the copious material obscured his package and this time hung off his shapely little butt cheeks (the only thing keeping the briefs up). I licked my lips as he walked right up to me, the top of his head just above my own rock hard nipple. "wanna wrestle?", I asked him

Part 4 The next morning, Jake was keen to get back to his place and check in with his parents' doctors. I gave him breakfast, still just dressed in my briefs and enjoyed him snatching glances of my bulge. I could see him trying to make out the outline of my PA, the object of his attention. He changed back into his clothes and left, seemingly ok health-wise, though obviously worried. I couldn't help shoving the discarded boxer briefs to my nose as I picked them up off the floor and blood engorged my cock as I drank in his innocent smell. I knew I'd be hitting Grindr later but decided to hit the weights hard first. By midday, I was pumped and the sweat was running off me but Grindr was quiet as hell. Early days of this lockdown and my usual prey, the young twinks were obviously trying to behave. I hadn't logged into BBRTS in a while as it hadn't been necessary but I gave it a try. ignoring any messages from offline profiles I quickly zoned in on three local guys, all neg and all local. "RunnerBtm" turned out to be a fairly hot 40 something guy, working out of London (away from home) and basically isolated in a local hotel when he wasn't at work. we quickly established that he needed cock and liked it rough and raunchy. He was married with kids which made him hotter, in my book. My profile says "ask me", he didn't, but I did tell him I don't pull out. As instructed he was naked in his dark hotel room when I arrived. I had him strip me and then tongue my pits as he stood there. His head was at the perfect height and he knew better than to play with his "pathetic little cock" (actually the best part of 6'', but who's asking?). After he'd done a good job I pushed him to the floor on his back and squatted over his face, His facial hair tickled my swollen nuts as I teabagged him and he licked me clean and pretty soon I was rubbing my musky trench over his whole face. I was really getting into him tonging my manhole and he was doing a great job. Occasional smotherings kept him keen for air but what I really wanted was to plant a baby in his middle aged tummy, so after a while I chucked him face down on the bed and climbed aboard. I was rock solid and found his douched and pouty hole without the aid of my hands and I was quickly balls deep. His guts were velvety warm. caressing their invader and he only struggled as I pressed home into his inner sphincter, which gripped my PA on each outward stroke. "mmmm fag....you want my babies don't you?" "yes sir" he groaned in response "gonna plant them in you...a real fucking man. you fuck your wife with your maggot cock?" "yessir, but it's so small" "from now on, it will be my DNA that you fuck into her" "mmmm...yes sir" "so close...gonna poz you so deep" "what?" "poz you up dumb fuck" "no!!...pull...out..." Mmmm. The inevitable struggle. Sure fire way to milk my dick and sure enough I felt myself blasting inside his inner hole as he struggled weakly beneath me. I growled in his ear, staying in him to massage my essence into his being as he struggled, whimpered, gave in and then climaxed himself beneath me...but i was still thinking of Jake

I pulled on a pair of briefs and shoved Soccer Boy out of my door, patting his arse on his way out "top you up sometime, maybe". "Eh?" he mumbled in confusion as he slipped away. I'd barely got myself sat down when there was an urgent tapping at the door. It was Jake, stood there in his baggy jeans and t shirt looking panicky and worried. "What's up matey, you want to come in?". He rushed inside, taking in my almost naked state but still on the edge of some sort of attack. It was some minutes before I had him calm enough to find out that he was stressing about his lack of meds and that his parents were now too ill to speak to him on the phone. Horniness forgotten, my big brother instinct kicked in and I quickly agreed to let him stay over. Another beer seemed to calm him further and I showed him my shower while I put clean sheets on my only bed. I could see his partially obscured body in the en-suite as he showered and I got the bed ready. There really was nothing to him and his skin was so pale and delicate. I couldn't help licking my lips as he emerged wrapped in one of my hand towels, the dumb twat (though I was glad of his mistake). I found a pair of my boxer trunks and an old workout singlet for him to wear. Reluctantly giving him some privacy, he emerged, trunks hanging loosely on his thin thighs, half way to his knees with ample loose material around his unseen package. On me, those were hipster length, the leg hole stretched around my thigh which was surely much bigger than his waist. pulling the crotch tightly around a large cock and ball bulge that had nowhere else to go. The singlet hung loosely, like an old fashioned night dress. We shared another beer, Jake telling me more about himself and his illness. It seemed to be a little like HIV in that his immune system struggled to cope with anything out of the ordinary though the meds were different and much less effective. It was clear that they had a psychological effect on him too, hence his stressed state tonight. Finally, it was time to turn in. with Jake insisting we should share the bed. In two minds, I agreed, knowing I needed to be close to this hot little man but also knowing it would be torture for me...

Gelding is a true inspiration for all of us nullo’s. I have a lot respect for his ability to not only stay his course but to tell his story to the world. I know his courage really helped me on my path and has helped many more others as well.