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Chapter 3 Who's Who: - Caleb: main character, 18 y/o senior at St. Denis High School with a strong interest in messaging strangers on sex apps. - Mr. Sanchez: teacher who caught Caleb jacking off in the school bathroom during class while cruising sex apps; threatened to turn Caleb in to the principal if Caleb didn't satisfy Mr. Sanchez's big dick. - Mr. Jacobs: the old math teacher who added his raw load to Caleb's hole between classes after finding out from Mr. Sanchez that Caleb is a little fuckslut. * * * Fourth period came and went. Caleb was feeling increasingly nervous — and a bit excited — with the swift approach of his lunchtime follow-up with Mr. Sanchez. The student's cum-slick ass crack and the teachers' cum loads sloshing inside his anal cavity had prevented Caleb from focusing during the intervening class periods. What did keep his attention was the effort to remember the feeling of Mr. Sanchez's thick, raw dick pressing into his soft insides that morning. Caleb wished Mr. Sanchez had not confiscated his phone so that Caleb could message one of his hookup contacts the salacious details. Alas, the story would have to wait until Caleb could secure the return of his phone during lunch. Fifth period biology, his least favorite subject, was next. Caleb made his way into Mr. Park's biology class where his classmates were already offloading the heft of their overstuffed bookbags onto the workbenches. Projected on the screen at the front of the class was the topic and learning objectives for the day, which read: "Today we will explore the structure and function of DNA. Students will explore DNA's physical characteristics by isolating samples from their own bodies. Students will have the opportunity to understand the role that DNA plays in the human body and to understand DNA's physical characteristics." "Caleb!," Mr. Park's ever-jubilant voice came from behind. "I hear from Mr. Jacobs that you got a head start on today's lesson!" Mr. Park laughed at his own comment as Caleb's eyes turned to meet his teacher's. "Mr. Jacobs?," Caleb responded, wondering whether the question was accidentally too apropos. "Indeed, indeed. He tells me you brought some DNA samples that we might be able to assay today for our lesson." If Mr. Park's eyebrows could have lifted any higher, they would have escaped his face. Ambiguous though the references were on the surface, Caleb felt a surge of anxiousness. Mr. Park had thrust Caleb into a chess match of innuendo which threatened a verbal checkmate in just a few rather inelegantly direct moves. How was Caleb to respond with so many of his peers around? And furthermore, why was it starting to seem like every last one of his male teachers knew about the raw cocks that had spewn ejaculate into Caleb's rectum that morning? "Yes, I brought them," Caleb replied, considering each word as it left his lips. He took a brief pause to calculate what followed. "There's a slight issue though. The container has a hole, and I'm worried there's been some leakage." His desire to steer away from the hidden meaning that Mr. Park was so publicly flaunting had only driven Caleb nearer to the precipice of revelation. Mr. Park appeared bemused by Caleb's apparent, if veiled, confession. "I must say, such sloppiness does not seem characteristic of you, but the good news is there is no hole that Mr. Park can't fill." Caleb wondered whether his biology teacher had lost sight of the infamous sensitivity of high schoolers to sexual double entendre. Sloppiness, indeed. The laughter from around the room made Caleb acutely aware that the conversation with Mr. Park was now a spectacle. "Class!," Mr. Park needlessly summoned the attention that he already held, "I'm going to have you start working on the reflection prompt on the screen while I step out to help Caleb with something." Caleb's face felt warm as he followed Mr. Park out of the classroom. They rounded the corner into one of the central campus hallways before Mr. Park spoke again. "Mr. Jacobs tells me you are quite the little whore." Mr. Park's sudden directness caught Caleb by surprise. Caleb's cock stirred as he looked around to make sure no one had been in earshot. The biology teacher continued, "I have to applaud you for that oblique reference to your cummy hole that you made just now in front of your classmates." Mr. Park looked sideways at Caleb and smiled knowingly. "Your slutty profiles on all the hookup apps that you're always logged into have really captured the male faculty's attention, you know." Caleb felt a warm excitement swelling in him. The biology teacher continued, "Surely a smart student like you understands what an exceptional provocation it is to stay logged into location-based hookup apps during the school day with a profile headline like, 'Pussyboy for use.'" Breaking for a moment from the rousing implications of Mr. Park's comments, Caleb noticed further down the hallway the towering, broad-shouldered figure of a man leaning in a doorway. It was not an entry to a classroom, but rather one of the many normally closed doors that lead to a windowless room of which the general student populace knew very little. Because these various doorways opened into neither classrooms nor study spaces and given that they did not serve one of the several disciplinary or resource-gathering functions typical of an educational institution, most students bore only a passing awareness of them. Had any enterprising student endeavored to inventory all the many closed entries to these rooms of ambiguous function that perforated the St. Denis campus, they may have chanced upon a discovery that would have been at once mundane and extraordinary, for these ill-understood spaces far outnumbered their counterparts of known function. Surely they could not all be supply closets and back entries to faculty offices. Mr. Park, mistaking Caleb's momentary silence for embarrassment, offered, "There's really no need to feel self-conscious that we've all seen your profiles, you know. You will soon find that an ambitious young slut like you can really make the most out of what St. Denis has to offer. To be totally forthright with you, Caleb, I would be shocked if you didn't get off on the idea of being the campus fleshlight." Caleb's cock swelled against his jeans. The obscured figure down the hallway was now much closer. As Caleb and Mr. Park approached, Caleb was able to perceive the uniquely defined musculature of the head custodian, Mr. Martin, who was staring Caleb directly in the face. Caleb locked eyes with Mr. Martin, whose gaze was both stern and ravenous. Caleb could never quite tell if the head custodian was angry or just an unaccommodating sort who dispensed with pleasantries and the feigned interest that the rest of the administrative staff had perfected. Only now did Caleb realize that Mr. Martin's thick right arm was plunged deep into his pants where he was fondling himself rather aggressively. As they came into conversational distance, Mr. Park nodded in acknowledgement at the custodian, stating cordially, "Mr. Martin." The head custodian said nothing in return and instead, looked Caleb up and down. Undeterred by their proximity and Mr. Park's greeting, the muscular hulk of a custodian rubbed his unseen cock under his pants with abandon. At once unsettled and transfixed, Caleb could not take his eyes off Mr. Martin's self-pleasuring in the openness of one of the main campus hallways. After Mr. Park and his transfixed student had walked past the crotch-fondling head custodian, Mr. Park resumed in a hushed tone, "Between you and me, I wouldn't let Mr. Martin slide up inside you without a pharmacy's supply of antibiotics in the medicine cabinet at home. I would be shocked if that man has ever set foot in a clinic." Caleb's heartbeat quickened and his throat felt tight. For the first time that day, Caleb felt that he was in over his head. And yet, there was no mistaking that he found the shocking visual of the head custodian fondling himself so openly on school property combined with the details Mr. Park was imparting to be thrilling. Caleb felt like he ought to be repulsed. The biology teacher came to a stop and turned toward one of the many ill-understood doorways along the hall. After passing a keycard over an access reader, he pulled the door open for Caleb, who entered cautiously, unsure of what precisely he was to do. "Head all the way in," Mr. Park offered. Caleb proceeded down the dimly lit passageway before him until he found himself in a room filled with elaborate lighting and camera equipment. Before he could take in the full scene, Caleb felt the warmth of lips kissing his neck from behind. The abruptness of it was startling, but Caleb maintained his composure and acquiesced. The kissing continued up the young man's neck toward his ear, as Caleb felt a hand maneuvering its way past the waist of Caleb's pants and en route to his ass crack. There was a tenderness and gentle pacing in the neck kisses that seemed to serve as a cover for the brusqueness of the wandering hand, which had found its way between Caleb's ass cheeks. It was clear that Mr. Park's hand was not waiting for the student's permission to proceed to the cum-soaked hole at the center. Caleb pushed his pelvis back slightly to make access to his cum-fragrant underside easier. A finger pressed firmly against his hole and steadily progressed inside as Caleb whimpered -- as much in ecstasy as surprise. "You like carrying your teacher's cum around inside you, slut?" Caleb's eyes widened as he realized the man's voice behind him was not that of Mr. Park's. Who was this stranger kissing his neck while sliding a digit inside Caleb's warm, cum-soaked rectum? Where had Mr. Park gone? Caleb tried not to let his shock force his asshole to constrict around the finger working itself deeper into his pre-fucked underside. "Shhhh…. Keep looking straight ahead. Don't turn around. Do you understand?" Whose voice was this? Caleb couldn't place it. He felt his heart pounding against his rib cage. "Yes, sir," Caleb replied softly. A second finger slid confidently into the young student's anal opening. The moistness of the cum inside was more than adequate lubrication for the stranger's fingers. Remembering Mr. Sanchez's demand from earlier, Caleb tried to maintain enough tension in his hole to keep the cum from leaking out. It was a difficult balance to also not fully grip the two fingers that were now fully inside him. The stranger swirled his fingers in the cum juices inside Caleb's rectum and then pulled them out with a measured slowness. The cum-soaked fingers presented themselves under the student's nose. "Clean those off, pussyboy." Caleb sucked down the dripping ejaculate. As he swallowed, Caleb cast his eyes downward. A cum-slicked, thick black wedding band glistened. The young man savored the taste and fragrance of the cum as he sucked the strange man's fingers clean. The task complete, the hand withdrew. "Drop your pants and spread your ass cheeks for me. If I catch you turning around, I'll have you expelled faster than it takes Mr. Jacobs to cum." Caleb heard a zipper being undone. "Now, show me this cum-filled teen pussy everyone is talking about." Caleb complied, dropping his pants to his heels and leaning forward slightly. The young man pulled his muscled ass cheeks apart as he wondered if Mr. Park was watching all this transpire in silence. Caleb had been certain that the footsteps that had followed behind him down the short hallway and into this windowless room had been those of his biology teacher, but the way that the stranger had just appeared behind Caleb in the place where he had assumed Mr. Park to be made the young high school student question his senses. It was as though the strange man had stolen the very sound of the biology teacher's footsteps. To have done so in such a small, noiseless space seemed rehearsed. All Caleb could hear in that moment were the sounds of fabric moving against fabric. The stranger was summoning his manhood to the surface. Caleb felt the warm soft head of the strange man's cock come into contact with his cum-moistened hole, pressing firmly enough to just part Caleb's cummy ass lips without proceeding further. The man's hand grasped Caleb between the shoulder and the neck. "I bet you've never been raw fucked by someone you don't even know." Caleb recalled all the times that he had fantasized about being passed around by a group of masked men with enormous cocks in the woods or an alleyway or behind the supermarket. It was a fantasy that he had had since he had watched his first gay porn. Never, though, did he imagine anything quite like this. "No," Caleb replied as the stranger's raw cockhead pressed a few centimeters further into the young man's hole, parting his spermy sphincter readily. "Well, you better get used to it, pretty boy, because it's what your pussy was made for." Reaching around, the stranger brought his other hand up underneath Caleb's chin and, grabbing the young man's lower face, pressed upwards, forcing Caleb to arch his back to protect his neck. As the anonymous man did so, he plunged the full length of his raw dick deep into the teen's guts. Caleb gasped in pain as the stranger's cockhead stabbed into his second opening. Caleb felt full and winced at the pain from the unrelenting pressure against his second hole. The stranger, having forcefully bottomed out inside Caleb, held his raw dick in place, saying to the boy, "A handsome little bubblebutt cumdump like you is going to make Mr. Sanchez a lot of fucking money." The strange man kept pushing up on Caleb's chin, his grasp covering the young man's mouth. Caleb, through the pain in his rectum, felt the metal of the man's cum-soaked wedding band pressing into his lower lip. The stranger kept pressing his cock deeply into Caleb, until finally the young man's second hole eased its resistance and opened, defeated and compliant, to the pressure of the massive raw dick. "Listen to me when I tell you this, nephew," the stranger continued, his grip tightening around Caleb's mouth and chin, "Mr. Sanchez pays me handsomely to make sure little cunts like you don't end up talking to the wrong people about what goes on here at St. Denis. You're his property now, and he expects you to be the cum-filled community fleshlight that he deserves. Do you understand?" Caleb gulped for air as the pressure against his chin and neck was making breathing more difficult as he replied, "Yes, sir." The stranger pulled his cock out suddenly and plunged it immediately back into Caleb's fuckchute with full force. The sound of cum slopping inside the teen's ass accompanied a loud yelp. "I'm not your fucking sir. I'm your Uncle Ryan. Mr. Sanchez is your sir now. Tell me you understand, whore." "Yes, Uncle Ryan. I understand, Uncle Ryan." "Good, nephew." The stranger began sliding his cum-soaked cock back and forth at the opening to Caleb's second hole, massaging his cockhead deep inside Caleb's warm pussy. "Now I expect you to do everything that Mr. Sanchez tells you. I don't care how you feel about it, the answer is always, 'Yes.' So long as you're on school grounds, you are to be cleaned out and ready." "Yes, Uncle Ryan." "Uncle Ryan" continued edging his cockhead inside Caleb's second hole. "You are to take and hold as many loads in your cunt as you can arrange in the morning before school. This morning was the one and only time ever in your life that Mr. Sanchez is going to be loading you first in the day." Caleb gulped in some air as the pain in his second sphincter began transforming into pleasure that radiated up through his abdomen and into Caleb's nipples. Everything felt more sensitive than it had before. "Yes, Uncle Ryan." "You are not to let any loads leak out of you. No aborting in the bathroom or in your pants. And no letting another top suck loads out of you. Mr. Sanchez deserves nothing less than a full cum bath for his cock whenever he wants to plow your insides. Do you understand?" Caleb began relaxing into the intense micro-fucking that his inner sphincter was receiving. "Yes, Uncle Ryan." "Hear me when I say that my number one job is keeping Mr. Sanchez happy, and what makes him happy is having a tight, warm community fuckhole available to milk his nut out of him on demand. You are never to say no to any load at any time in any place. I don't care if it's your own father asking to breed you live on the evening news. You open up your pussy before any top even has to ask, and let him blast your insides with his DNA. Have I made myself clear, nephew?" The stranger thrust his hips as deep as he could into the young student, driving his dickhead deeper into Caleb's guts. Caleb gasped. "Yes, Uncle Ryan." "Good, nephew. Mr. Sanchez put my number in your phone. When he gives you your phone back, I want you to text me a selfie showing your face and cummy hole in the same shot. Now finish milking this nut out of my dick so Mr. Park can get his turn." Caleb began sliding his sperm-filled ass up and down Uncle Ryan's large cock, savoring the fullness in his lower abdomen and noticing how the scent of cum had filled the room. The stranger released his hand from around the youth's face and chin and placed his hands around Caleb's waist, pulling the student deeper down onto his dick with each backward thrust. "God that pussy smells like cum, don't it?" The voice of Mr. Park emerged for the first time from its diligent silence, "Oh, yes it does!" "What a sweet piece of AIDS bait this little fuckhole is." Caleb's cock leaked a large dollop of cum onto the floor at hearing the stranger call him "AIDS bait." Caleb kept up the work of massaging the stranger's cock with his cummy boyhole, arching his lower back to demonstrate his compliance and to discourage any of the frothy DNA in his rectum from leaking any more than it may already have been. Uncle Ryan's words ricocheted around in Caleb's head as the strange man kept drilling his raw cock deeper into the student. The phrases "community fleshlight" and "AIDS bait" held an almost lyrical resonance in Caleb's mind. He felt transfixed. Hypnotized. Even more thrilling than a stranger's raw dick sliding in and out of Caleb's used hole was the thought that Mr. Sanchez wanted a dirty little slut boy to be his personal fuckhole and that he wanted Caleb to be that slut. As the pounding continued, Caleb wished for nothing more in that moment than for Uncle Ryan to understand that Caleb relished the assignment he had been given, that he could not and would not fail to fulfill all of Mr. Sanchez's most salacious desires, that he would make Uncle Ryan not just satisfied but proud. Caleb yearned for the stranger to add his ejaculate to the warm, foamy pool of cummy slosh from Caleb's teachers. Knowing his biology teacher was watching it all transpire from behind was making the young man hungry for more dicking after the stranger was finished. Caleb arched his lower back as hard as he could as this so-called "Uncle Ryan" began shuddering. Caleb knew he was taking the stranger's hot load deep in his teen pussy. Caleb held on to the pulsating cockshaft as he imagined ropes of sperm spitting into his soft insides. That he didn't even know what Uncle Ryan looked like made the load he just received feel all the more hot. Without anyone else knowing it, the teen smiled and bit his lower lip as he let Uncle Ryan finish unloading his balls inside the handsome teen's rectum.

III. A Deeper Love The ceremony at an end, the Brothers again arranged themselves in a semicircle, resuming the final chant. The Initiate was released. A robe was brought -- this one with the deep crimson cord of a Novice rather than the simple white he had worn before. He was taken away to private quarters, where he would be held in confinement for the next 72 hours, lest he be overcome by the urge to seek medical intervention in the form of PEP, an abomination that is sacrilege and treason to our creed. He would be well loved and cared for, and Brothers would continue to engage him in lovemaking both rough and tender, now intended not to infect – that work was surely done – but to strengthen the bonds of family. He would have access to a well-equipped gym where the Brother Trainer would kindly but firmly oversee his physical transformation. The Initiate understood that a final trial awaited in some days or weeks. Given the potency of their family strain, few Brothers, upon conversion, escape the most violent illness. The Fuck Flu is a painful ordeal – but a glorious one. For it marks a boy's final crossing through the fire, to the full triumph of Manhood achieved. Poz: he will have earned the high rank that is the culmination of a homosexual life. In the days and weeks after the Ritual, life resumed its normal rhythms in the chapter house. Each man ventured forth to his daily occupation, clad in quotidian garb and indistinguishable – on the exterior – from the common folk, who must never know his true identity. The Brothers hold important jobs: many are lawyers and politicians, artists and journalists, doctors and lab technicians (the last two fulfill crucial duties for the Brotherhood, as we shall see later). Their worldly success is an expression of the fraternal sustenance and the powerful secret network they enjoy. Evenings after the workday are reserved for fellowship: meals together filled with wine, laughter, and deep affection -- which is, of course, then given its full expression in muscular, manly copulation. Their passion for one another inspires the Brothers to take each other to new heights of ecstasy. In their tender mutual devotion, they learn the special desires of each Brother and strive to give him fulfillment. Some men need to be strapped into a sling and take cock after cock (this can take place in the Sanctuary, but only during consecrated chapter meetings). Some need to be clad in leather (of which the Chapter House possesses a vast storeroom), bound to a cross, their bare backs flogged to a deep crimson -- or their manhoods wired with electrodes, their bodies twisting in painful, jolting ecstasy at the hands of the Brother holding the console, who controls them completely. Others, oriented as tops, need to inject their load into the man they most covet -- whether selecting the young, tender flesh of the newest recruit, or directing their semen into the mature, hard-trained body of the most senior Brother. The objects of their desire are expected, within reason, to give their bodies freely, for they too have tasted the satisfaction of their own deepest fantasies. For men who need a fist in their gut, a Brother always stands ready to provide his muscled arm, up to the elbow or shoulder as required. Of course, some live to be bathed in piss, pouring forth from phallic fonts like holy water. For such a man, a gathering will be summoned -- five or more Brothers will endure the discomfort of drinking beer after beer and holding their bladders until the anointed time, so that their Brother in need can be deluged with steaming streams until he explodes in joy. Another form of ecstasy is little spoken of, but known to all. Deep in the night, in his most private moments, a man may feel himself summoned to serve as the vessel for dark Powers, beyond the grasp of mortal minds. When an ethereal Entity sweeps a Brother from his bed in the dark, the man must submit. He is carried to another plane, where his body is invaded, speared by one or more Members of supernatural proportions – his gut and throat pumped beyond imaginable capacity with gushes of ecstatic, ectoplasmic fluid. The men thus taken feel themselves ripped open, their holes and throats ravished. But when laid back in their beds they fall into a deep sleep and their flesh is regenerated. They wake with the same tight, muscular rectums they had as youth. But the unfathomable joys they have experienced during the night remain, coursing through them like a powerful current. This does not happen frequently, but when it does, the Brothers will observe the man in question at the breakfast table, his face bearing witness to a peace and joy like no other, his body bathed in a perceptible aura, almost an electrical force field. It is a coveted experience, on such a day, to make love with that anointed Brother, for the residual supernatural energy may rub off from the chosen one’s body onto his partner. Despite this link to the Beyond, the Brothers remain human. Amidst the supreme pleasures of the flesh the heart has its tender desires, and there is the natural tendency to fall in love. While the sin of sexual monogamy is frowned upon (and would impede the sacred duty of spreading the Faith), this unnatural vice is almost never encountered. Nonetheless, the Brothers may freely devote themselves to romantic love as nature decrees, and are encouraged to give their hearts to one another. Devoted relationships form, some of them bonding for life -- husbands and brothers at the same time. There can be no stronger connection between two men than sharing in the duties of Conversion. Not infrequently, a pair of Brothers will venture out and select an unknowing man to seed together (the sharing of the virus is not limited to ritual Initiations -- but the Brothers, just like Christians following Jesus' commandment, go forth as missionaries into the world). A threesome with such an impeccably beautiful couple is a powerful draw to an unsuspecting young man, and the chosen target, usually selected because of his expressed insistence on condoms, will invariably relent and accept their potent loads. Later, after the initial shock of an unexpected test result, that young man will most often adjust to the joys of his enhanced status, and -- if he is lucky enough to pinpoint the date of his infection -- have fond memories of the fuck of a lifetime. Romantic love is, of course, not limited to pairs. Lovers form special bonds of threes, fours and more. The Brothers know that love can expand almost infinitely. Just as a parent can have equal love for many children, a man can share a romantic connection with as many husbands as he realistically can devote proper care and affection to. (The High Council may offer wise and gentle advice in some cases to ensure that these relationships are healthy. There is no specific rule, but in general a union of more than five husbands can be hard to sustain while meeting everyone's emotional needs). It is a moment of special joy when a marriage is performed in the Chapter Hall. At one recent wedding, the four grooms, dressed in formal wear (above the waist only, of course), held hands in a circle while they recited their vows. The Priest declared them husbands, then asked the Congregation to affirm their support, declaring, "You may fuck the grooms." The four (in a gesture reminiscent of the Initiation ritual) turned and bent over the altar, at which point the gathered Brothers arose and penetrated the new quadruple, anointing them with sacred semen to seal their union forever. Love may take many other forms. Owners and slaves, masters and pups, daddies and boys -- the full spectrum of masculine love is acknowledged and celebrated. Only enforced chastity is considered anathema to religious practice -- for the locked penile cages that are popular in today's BDSM scene prevent a man from achieving erection and ejaculation. They may, however, be tolerated, within reason, in the form of temporary play, so long as the subject remains a man with full manly powers. Indeed, the privileges of Brotherhood entail next to no [banned word] in general -- except for drug abuse: antiretroviral treatment, to be exact, a deadly poison that deals a knockout blow to the delicate, beautiful viral life that stirs in the Brothers' loins. To subdue the Virus is to betray the sacred duty of the Brothers. As such, any indication of ARV use is grounds for excommunication -- an extreme measure which, thankfully, has only rarely been resorted to. (To be continued)

Chapter 12 It's Friday night, the night of the party. Jerry had all day yesterday to recover and feel much better and ready for Ben and Henry's big night. Those two haven't seen each other for years. Ben does not know his mom and dad separated bc she found out Henry does drugs. Not only that, she also found out Henry and Jerry are known for their incest porn that they started together not long after Henry got married. Jerry moved back into town not long after Henry's wedding. Ben was already 8 years old at that point. Jerry was also masculine, did renovation for a living, and was charismatic, outgoing, and fit. Everyone just assumed he was a playboy. To Ben, he was a fun uncle who always took him to places for fun. No one ever suspected he was gay. Henry had a high sex drive and loved to fuck and be the alpha. He's dominant but also charming and simply good at getting what he wants. He enjoys fucking anyone who he finds attractive. One weekend after he just lost his job, got drunk and got into a big fight with his wife and she wouldn't put out. In his mind, fucking man doesn't count as cheating because it is purely physical. A hole to dump his load in. Sometimes multiple loads if he finds a power bottom who wants to get fucked as much as he wants to fuck. He got on Craigslist and responded to a cumdump ad. The guy immediately replied back with the hotel address and room number as soon as he found out the size of his dick. It was an anonymous fuck. He showed up at the door in 15 min. Jerry already knew it was his brother based on the email address. He had seen his brother's dick plenty of times and they used to jo side by side, sometimes multiple times a day when they shared a room up until Henry graduated from high school. He has always been lusting after his brother's dick. It's so hung that makes his mouth watered and his hole itch. He used to think he'd give everything even just for a lick of his brother's dick. All through college and his life after college, Jerry would only bottom for men who remind him of Henry and of course, hung like Henry. To most, he's a dom top but to some, he's their loyal cum whore. Henry walked into the dark room with an open whiskey bottle in his hand. He could barely see anything but he saw exactly where that nice ass he came here for was when he entered the room. Jerry had his ass lubed up inside and out and was waiting in a doggie position facing away from the door. Both of his hands reach back to pull buttcheeks apart for his brother. He didn't want to ask why his brother replied to his ad or know what he was actually looking for. That day was the day he has been dreaming of. Henry took a big sip of whiskey handed the bottle to Henry then he buried his face into Jerry's hole. “What a delicious cunt hole,” Henry said “You want this dick in you, don't you.” Jerry moaned but didn’t speak bc he did not want his brother to know it’s him. He just wants his brother's big cock and his load. “well then, you better get this cock hard as a rock, then I'll reward you.” Jerry turned around to swallow all of Henry's long hard dick. He had no problem deep-throating it thanks to all the hung tops’ training his mouth to be fucked and stretch his hole. He could hear Henry moaning and it turned him the fuck on. He sucked on Henry's balls and made him moan even louder. Jerry wet his finger and tested his brother's reaction by touching his hole lightly. Henry noticed and said “You want my hole? Convince me with your mouth then I just might consider” Henry straddled on top of Jerry's face and sat down. Jerry gladly ate Henry's ass like a gourmet buffet bc to him, it really was. He had never dreamt of eating his brother's hole and having a mouth full of his dick and a tongue covered by his precum. Henry reaches his hand back and started stroking on Jerry's dick. He intentionally slapped it a few times bc the sound of a man whimpering makes him feel powerful and turns him on. Henry got up a little and Jerry knew exactly what to do and moved his head up to kiss the tip of his brother’s mushroom head. Henry push his dick straight down and plunged back down, his huge dick plunged all the way down Jerry's throat making Jerry gag for the first time. “Did you say something?” Henry said jokingly and plunged his dick down once more, making Jerry gagged again. Jerry never could have guessed his brother was this aggressive when it comes to sex. This version of Henry he had never known growing up but he loved it. While Jerry was thinking, Henry's dick plunged into his throat once more and this time Henry held it in. Jerry almost passed out bc he couldn't breathe. When Henry finally pulls his dick out. Henry laughed when he heard Jerry gasping for air “Gasping already!?” Henry walked around behind Jerry while he was still recovering from near blackout from Henry's dick. Henry saw a bottle of lube and popper sitting on the nightstand. He quickly lube up his dick up and down then Took off his shirt and wet a part of it. He wrapped his left arm around Jerry's neck while his dick pressed up against Jerry's hole and said “This is the part most people gasp about”. In one push, Henry slid his dick all the way in until his balls were right on Jerry's ass. Caught by surprise, Jerry gasped hard, just like Henry said. Henry expected exactly that and was quick to cover Jerry's nose and mouth with his popper-soaked shirt patch. Not only took in his older brother's monster dick full length in less than a second. The big inhale of popper sent Jerry into a trance. He knew Henry was still talking to him, but he had no idea what. His mind was so distracted and focused on how huge his brother's dick was. His ass felt like it was getting split into two but it felt so good he started moaning with his mouth open wide. Completely forgot the popper shirt is still covering his nose and mouth. He inhaled another big swift of poppers. While Jerry was falling in and out of a trance. Henry thrust his cock in and out and said “ohhh damn. You have a prestige cunt. I love the way your ass squeezes then my dick forcefully breaks back in every time. This might be the best pussy I've ever had.” Jerry got all his senses stimulated so quickly had ejaculated and he didn't even realize it. He was so deep in a trance, but his dick had been continuously dripping cum for almost a minute. If it wasn't white and sticky, people would have thought it was piss bc it was so damn much. As Henry continues to pound him. Jerry's hole clinches to pleasure to his brother's dick that he has been dreaming of his whole life. He knew Henry was confident with his skills but he was waaay better than Jerry had anticipated. “Yaaas. Tighten that ass. I love that feeling” Henry said Henry noticed Jerry had cum so he wipe up a big gulp of cum from the towel on the bed and shove his fingers into Jerry's mouth from behind him. Jerry obediently sucked his cum off Henry's fingers. Henry loved it and wrapped his arm around Jerry's neck and pulled him up, arching his back while his other arm was around Jerry chest, holding him tightly, choking him once more and repeatedly breaking through Jerry's sphincters and using them to pleasure his dick “OHHH OHHHHH OHHHH” Jerry started moaning loudly “That's the spot, isn't it?” Henry said. Based on Jerry's reaction, Henry knew his dick must be hitting his prostate. He started pounding Jerry even harder and faster focusing on hitting the same spot every time but harder while holding him in place because he is going to give Jerry the orgasm of his life. When Henry was getting close his right hand reaches down to stroke Jerry's half-hard dick that was covered in his own cum and his left hand had a few fingers hooked into Jerry's mouth he dial up his pelvis thrust and gave Jerry everything he got. Right before he cum he said to Jerry's ear “Are you ready, my little cunt whore brother” Jerry was surprised but had no time to react to what Henry said because a volcano erupted in him but that didn't stop Henry. He continued to pump his dick hard, and within a minute Jerry felt an orgasm he's never felt before coming from his ass, so good that it made his whole body shake. Hearing that Jerry seemed to have reached orgasm, Henry let go of him but hadn't pulled his dick out of Jerry just yet. Jerry fell forward but caught himself with his arms extended. “oh my god that was so good” Jerry said while still breathing heavily….”How did you know, Henry?” said Jerry “I saw part of your face through the mirror when I entered,” Henry said and laughed. “oh… well…. I'm glad that it didn't stop you” said Jerry “Why would it? You're one of the hottest dudes I know. I didn't know you like this until today but now that I know” Henry pumped his dick in and out while moving in a circular motion and made Jerry's legs shake and moaned “I might thoroughly take advantage of it because I think I'm a sex addict. I want to fuck all the time, multiple times a day and my wife can't keep up with it. I just lost my job so now I have all the time in the world to fuck. What do you say? Will you be my cum whore Jerry?” “oh yes… Henry. I've wanted to since we were in high school. Use my ass all you want. I want nothing more. But did you say you lost your job?” said Jerry Then they heard someone knocking on the hotel door. Jerry looked at his phone and said, “shit. It's my clients. They hired me recently to renovate their basement into a sex dungeon. I told them where I was when I first got here. I thought they would let me know before coming here, but they are already here.” “sex dungeon, huh? Well… I'm far from done for the night. I'm sure they wouldn't mind if I stick around, do they?” Henry said confidently “Are you kidding? They will be ecstatic when they see the size of your cock. They are two real perverts. The incest [banned word] is going to turn them they fuck on, so they are going to love you,” Jerry said as he walked to open the door. Henry lit up a cigarette, sitting on the hotel bed and watching the door. Door open. There were two guys, like Jerry said. The tall one had a backpack on, and the other shorter one had a giant bag in his hand. Both of them showed up at the door wearing nothing but a jockstrap. Henry looked at the clock. It was only midnight. He thought, “damn! These two are wild. It's only midnight, and they came up to the room wearing just a jock”. Henry shifted his attention to Jerry, who answered the door fully nude and hid his nudity behind the door. Henry thought his nerdy, skinny younger brother had grown into an attractive, muscular man. He's tanned and pretty ripped, no longer wearing glasses, got a nice chest and a perky butt. He had no idea he was responding to his brother's ad on Craigslist, but he is glad that he did “Henry. This is Jay and Aaron. Jay and Aaron. This is my brother Henry.” “wait what….. I thought you said your brother was straight and married,” Aaron said, looking surprised yet excited. “Well Henry….I’m Aaron. This is my husband, Jay” “We brought some fun with us. Give us a few minutes to set things up” said Jay “Sounds good. Jerry. Why don't we go freshen up in the shower?” said Henry. He gave Jerry a wink when he said it “Oh.. Okay ” Jerry responded. In the shower, Jerry who is slightly shorter, stood right in front of the water while Henry stood closely behind him with a hard dick. Seeing Jerry's athletic body Henry just couldn't resist. It's been weeks since he had sex so he has so many more loads to give. Henry leaned forward, rubbing Jerry's chest and balls while lightly nimble his ear lobe and kissing his neck. “hey Jerry. Will you for real, let me fuck this all the time?” Henry said while sliding his dick up and down along Jerry's butt crack “fuck yeah. Do you know how long I've wanted to get fucked by you?” Jerry said and turned around to face Henry then reached his hand around to touch Henry's hole “Will you let me fuck this every now and then?” Jerry asked with a smile on his face, looking up at his older brother “Hum…. I'm not opposed to it. I just haven't, so I don't really know what it feels like. It is gonna hurt like hell taking yours as my first. Your dick is a bit shorter but thicker than mine” said Henry “We'll cross that path when we get there,” said Jerry. The two switch spot to be under the water, then he slowly strokes Henry's dick “damn… You are still hard af. It's been a while?” “yeah. Why did you think I was on Craigslist? But hey…. What do you know about these two guys? Can we trust them? What if we get out of the shower and find that all of our belongings are gone?” Henry asked “well… I know where they live so that ain't going to do them any good. I'm renovating their basement for them. It'll take me a while to do it by myself but they pay me well. I had fun with them once. They mentioned they have something fun for me to try today, so we'll see what that's about,” Jerry said while stepping out of the shower “I lost my job today so if you need a hand, I can probably help you. And I'll take your words on these two guys. Believe it or not. I have yet to be in a group with all the guys,” Henry said and laughed while stepping out of the shower. He pulled Jerry close to him and gave me a passionate kiss, then turn Jerry around and bent him forward, pulled open his butt cheeks and stuck his tongue right in the middle on his hole “ohh my” Jerry started breathing heavily. “that's it.. You only get a tease 😜 let's head out and make sure they are still out there.” The two walked out of the shower and saw Jay sitting on the edge of the bed, setting up a computer hooked up to a TV and smoking a bong. The room is smoky as fuck. It's as if someone started a fog machine in the room. Henry looked up and noticed that they had already sealed the smoke detector. Aaron opened up a bottle of fresh poppers and connected it to a long hose then secured it on the sling that took up most of the room next to the bed. They even switch the room light bulbs to color bulbs. They both are still wearing their jock “oh, I hope you don't mind. We thought we'd stream tonight's fun online and make some money. If you two agree to be in the film with us. We'll split it half with you, “ Jay said, “wanna hit this?” “oh good deal, and sure” Henry said but wasn't sure what to do with the bong bc he had thought it was weed “here. I'll light it for you. You just inhale it steady and slowly, then shotgun it to Jerry” said Jay Henry inhaled a ton of smoke in his, then sealed his lips tightly on Jerry's to blow it all in. The his move down to lick and suck on Jerry's nipples. By the time he stops doing that. Jay just got done shotgunning to Aaron. Aaron got on his knee in front of Henry and put all of his dick in his mouth and blew out the smoke he had in his mouth, followed up and sucking Henry’s dick. Henry thought Aaron was quite good at giving head. He was about to reach for Aaron's head to push his dick deeper but Aaron already progress to deep-throating Henry's dick. “ohhhhh, fuck” Henry let out a satisfactory moan. “he's good, isn't he?” Jay said while Jerry pressed his lips onto his big brother's lids, sealed them tightly together and blew all the smoke he had in his mouth into Henry's mouth. Then Jay said, “why don’t we get to some real fun then I’ll turn on the streaming, and then we’ll either move on to the bed or the sling.” He grabbed four syringes out of a box and showed it to everyone. Jerry and Henry looked at each other then Henry said “fuck it. Show me what to do”. Aaron helped tie up Henry’s arm then Jay found his vein for him, and then the two did the same for Jerry. All four of them waited until they were all ready, then Aaron said “All alright 3-2-1” Then all of them pumped a good-sized slam in their body. Henry and Jerry didn’t untie their arm until after they saw Aaron and Jay did it. Then the overwhelming sensation rushes through their body. They started coughing and felt like their body was on fire. Both of them lay down on the bed and started making out with each other then Jay started sucking Jerry’s dick and Aaron started sucking on Henry’s. The brothers didn’t say anything to each other but both of them had the same idea at that moment. Both of them love that there are two guys worshiping the famously hung Winston dicks. Henry noticed that Jay’s hand was busy fingering Aaron’s hole while they were both blowing their cock. Henry got up and said “Let me help him with that” Henry still felt that warm body rush that he has never felt before. His nipples are hard, so is his dick. He told Aaron to turn around and thought his hairless hole looked so delicious. He pressed his tongue flat on Aaron’s hole sliding it up and back down a couple of times then the tips of his circle started circling Aaron’s hole. “Oh yes…..yes” Aaron moaned. Henry pulled his dick straight down and stroked them a few times then pulled it backward sucking on it. Next to Henry and Aaron, Jay is fucking Jerry’s face repeatedly. Jerry’s face is covered by his own saliva, but he could not get enough of Jay’s dick. Jay reaches his hand down, pinching both of Jerry’s nipples. He noticed the harder he pinched, the louder Jerry moaned. “Oh boy….you love it hard, don’t you?” Jerry nodded with Jay’s cock in his mouth. Jay reached over the a bag by the nightstand and threw a popper bottle at Aaron and handed Jerry one. Then he called out to Henry. “Here Henry. Take this” Jay leaned forward and handed Henry, who just let Aaron’s dick out of his mouth, opened up his hand to accept whatever Jay handed to him. He saw that it was a decent-sized clear/white rock. Jay said crush it up in you hand then feel all of it into Aaron’s hungry hole. I’m about to do the same to your brother then they both are going to be begging for us to fuck them within a minute. Jay and Henry lube up their finger and open up these two bottom pigs’ holes. Then they synchronously stick their powder-covered finger into Aaron and Jerry’s hole. Jay saw that Henry still have plenty in his palm he said “Here. Put the rest right in the center of his hole then drip a few drops of this one his hole then it is completely up to you how you’d like to push it in” Jay smiled while massaging Jerry’s prostate. He slapped Jerry’s hand away from stroking his dick and he must be pushing on Jerry’s prostate harder because Jerry let out a loud moan “Aaaahhhhh…..” Jerry moaned. Jay eased up on the spot for a few seconds then pressed on it once more “AAAAAAAhhhhhhhhh” then Jay eased up on Jerry again and only twirled his fingers around on the outside of Jerry’s hole. As Jay expected, Jerry said, “fuck me, Jay” “Oh yeah..nice…fuck my brother’s hole” Henry said as he used his dick to push the lube and the rest of the powder into Aaron’s hole. “Dammm. That's a nice juicy cunt”. Aaron felt the warmth in his hole, which made him forget how huge Henry’s dick actually was. He gasped loudly as Henry's dick broke through his sphincters and went deep into the part of his body that not many had penetrated before. Both Jay and Henry took a few seconds to reposition on opposite sides of the bed facing one another and put their bottom in missionary position. Both Jerry and Aaron started making out with each other upside down and moaned at the same time as they each had a monster cock entering their holes. Jay and Henry show no mercy, pounding Aaron and Jerry. They both lean forward and make out while fucking. After a while, they both got on the bed be on their knees to fuck Aaron and Jerry sideway just to allow Aaron and Jerry to suck each other's dick. They also reach across to pinch the other's nipple. “hmmmm mmmm. Ohhhh I'm gonna cum. Ahhhh ahh” Aaron wanted to hold back but just like Jerry earlier, his orgasm came from his butt. He had very little control over the orgasm he just experienced. He shot his load into Jerry's mouth and Jerry swallowed every last drop of it. “fuuuuuuckkk FUUUCKKK” Jay started moaning out loud and unload all his seeds in Jerry. Jay slowly pulls his dick our of Jerry's cum filled hole. Aaron stop sucking on Jerry's dick as aggressively bc he still in disbelief that he just had a whole-body orgasm. Jay moved to the streaming chat, reading what people are saying while Aaron also got up and decided to carry the camera and give the internet audience a better look at the brothers. Jerry stood up to let Henry suck his dick. Henry aggressively suck Jerry's dick and his hand pulled on Jerry's ball occasionally. Henry's finger eventually made its way in Jerry's hole. It was not long before Henry heard the words he was expecting to hear from Jerry “ohhhh brother can you please fuck me? Please” Jerry laid back down in the bed and pulled his legs up to his shoulder, exposing his cum filled hole toward Henry. Aaron got a good shot of Jerry's face when he begs his brother to fill him up. He slowly pan the camera across, showing Jerry's muscular body. The mushroom head of his rock-hard dick touched his belly button bc he raised up his ass so high, begging to be fuck by his brother some more. “no problem little brother” Henry got up and pressed his cock against Henry's hole. As he started pushing his dick in, Jay's cum made way and leaked out of Jerry's hole. The cum remained in Jerry served as lubricant allowing Henry to pump his dick deep into Jerry's warm hole “ohhh god…..yes YES…. Fuck me hard Henry” Jerry said. Aaron has the camera zoom in at Henry's dick, quickly sliding in and out of Jerry's hole while stroking Jerry. “oh here it comes,” Henry said while pumping his dick into Jerry's hole harder and faster “ugggghhhhh” Henry grunted and immediately after Jerry also shot the big load so high up it got on Aaron's camera. “oh wow…. You guys will not believe how much money we've made from this stream alone.” Jay said Online [banned word] love Henry and Jerry's incest fuck. The four of them started making all types of videos together a few times a week and got high on all kinds of stuff. They even had a video of Henry fucking Jerry in the kitchen while Ben was doing homework in the dining room with headphone on. Over the years, the brothers had their up and downs. They haven't been in nearly as many videos as they once were but tonight they are going on live camera with Ben. It's also Henry and Ben first time meeting face to face. Their fans are super excited to see their encounter. Some has paid big dollars to be one of the few to see the live stream before general broadcast. Henry got in his car with a jockstrap under his jeans and harness under his sweatshirt, driving to Jay and Aaron. He's 2 hours late so he expects Ben is plenty high when they come face to face. His phone rang, he thought it was weird Jerry called “hello. I'm on my way. I'll be there soon” Henry said “hey. Ben is not here,” Jerry said “what do you mean? Did he said he was coming tonight?” Henry asked “I thought so the night before, but he never came back to my place.” Jerry said “Is he with the boys? Are the boys there?” Henry asked “The boys are here. Jay, Aaron, and I each have our dick in one. Keith stopped by his house earlier and said Ben’s car wasn’t there” “let me call you back” —------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Ben woke up. He thought he was at his uncle but everything was just pitch black. He realized that he could not move his arms and legs. He shouted out for help but it was as if he was in a sound bubble. The sound of his yelling didn’t seem to go very far. He has no idea what’s going on. Then out of nowhere……he felt a familiar rush burning through his body except he could not raise his arm up this. He tried really hard to gain control of his limbs but he couldn’t. That rush felt like it is getting 10 times stronger by the second. Ben quickly surrendered to the high. It hit him so hard that he didn’t even know if he was still trying to move his limbs or not. All he knew was that high sent his eye rolling back, even though he couldn’t see….He started breathing heavily and moaning out loud but the sound didn’t seem to go anywhere. but he didn’t care….because this rush. This body rush is so amazing, he thought…..that was the last thing Ben could remember.

Bill raised an eyebrow as he took in Martin's plump body and innocent expression. "This is Martin, Peter's cousin." I explained. "Has a message for him, apparently." Bill looked at me and winked. "Well, go find him and I'll look after Martin here." As he spoke, he came round the counter. He was, as usual, naked and his cock was semi-hard with a drool of pre-cum dangling from the thick head. I thought Martin was shocked by his expression, but he didn't back away as Bill put his arm over his shoulder and his eyes were locked on Bill's dangling cock. I stepped out of my shorts as I was supposed to be nude at all times, and as I turned to go upstairs I heard Bill say "Why don't we go into the sitting room to wait, Martin? You look a little pale but these poppers will help relax you..."

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…

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Hey guys, thanks for the encouragement. I'm not sure how I'm supposed to post subsequent chapters -- just as comments on this thread? Anyway, here goes: II. The Bestowing Hours and hours, deep into the night, the Brothers performed their sacred duty. Muscles heaved, sweat poured, solemn chants mixed with animal grunts, as erection after pulsing erection glided easily into the Initiate’s opening, now slick with sacred semen. Many a man delivered his life-giving load in just a few thrusts, but some, understandably, drew out their pleasure – savoring the delicious hope that, against the odds, their own strain would win the urgent race among the viruses now coursing through the boy’s bloodstream, jostling to be the one to change his destiny. If the extended lovemaking reached the point of self-indulgence, the High Priest would gently pat the top’s jackhammering hindquarters, signaling him it was time to complete his devotions. In those cases nary a split second would elapse before the copulating Brother released his Gift, shuddering in joy and emitting a cry of praise that rang in the gathered men’s ears like a hymn of our Faith. The young Pledge grimaced and at times thrashed, but the implacable Guards held him immobile, face-down against the altar. They did not use shackles, but rather on occasion would free one of the captive’s hands and compel him, while being fucked by one man, to stroke and suck the cock of the next, preparing him for the task at hand. (Truth be told, after many hours, some of the Brothers’ rigid members had flagged. There was no shame in needing some stimulation before performing their service at the young man’s reddened, pulsating buttocks. For indeed the dutiful congregants were patiently awaiting by the dozen their turn at the head – or should we say rear – of the line.) Yet every brotherly cock, as it took its place at the altar, instantly regained its maximum, marble-hewn magnificence – even those that during the long wait had shrunk to their smallest natural state. (To be sure, even when at rest, the Brothers’ flaccid penises outsized the full erection of the best-endowed “normal” man.) The men tensed and pulsed as they made their deposits, as ordered by the ancient rites. Just as, in Christian tradition, sacred words turn the wine to Jesus' blood, so the High Priest's mystical incantation calls forth powers of the cum that is, like the Christian communion, at the very heart of our Religion. In the secret tongue he uttered the Prayer that must never be heard outside these walls: "O Dark Lords, we beseech You to bestow upon us the blessed Gift: the power, from our loins, to plant our seed in fertile soil. A seed that represents burgeoning Life, but also the genesis of Death. "Grant us a mystical union of Men that endures unto the grave and beyond. We commend unto You in sacrifice the youth, health, cleanliness of blood and purity of soul of our newest Brother. Take them from him. Remove from him those pale tokens of human frailty and grant in their stead a power greater than mere mortals can ever fathom. "A power to bond in the most exquisite pleasure, unbridled sexual union, with Men of the same Blood. And to receive, in dark congress, the penetration of our Overlords from the nether realm when they come to us in the night and take what they desire of our human flesh -- giving us in return the purest ecstasy beyond our human capacity to understand. "Grant us these gifts, O Lords. We pour forth as commanded the holy nectar of life. Let it penetrate and transform this Pledge. Take the boy he was, strangle the pathetic mortal life from him, and give him rebirth in glorious full Manhood. "This we pray in the name of Cock, our almighty deity." The Brothers had all delivered forth their precious Devotions from the rock-hard sacred Shafts into the moist, dark, fleshy Chalice that was perfectly designed to receive them. They had exerted every muscle in fulfilling their solemn duty. Rippling torsos gleamed with sweat in the crackling torchlight. Gloriously massive cocks, their hours of diligent work at an end, began to relax from attention, slick with the offerings of the many Brethren who had shared the holiness. The lovemaking had provoked a powerful feeling of blessed togetherness. Now that the raw, animalistic fucking necessary to brutally inject the virus into the new Pledge had finished (it was not without pain and bleeding -- much like childbirth), the tender side of their brotherly love emerged. There were embraces and passionate kisses, and a mingling of taut, muscled limbs as piles of satisfied men fell into each other's arms on the flagstone floor. The High Priest, who was, as protocol decreed, the last to deliver a load (his fourth or fifth of the Service), welcomed this tender moment, and approached the huddle. Seeing the men reclined and entangled, he lifted his spectacular member – even at rest a good few inches longer than most of the Brothers’ full erections – in his hand. A powerful stream of gushing yellow rushed forth. Another holy benediction. The Priest doused the men liberally with its blessings. Mouths opened eagerly to receive their divine liquid benediction. His cock began to stiffen again, aroused by this feeling of family bonding. He allowed the more eager of the Brothers to swallow him, giving a warm balm to throats that were fatigued from chanting and grunting all night. When he felt a sixth eruption of semen gathering force in his loins, he quickly strode to the Senior Brother, a man who could only be described as godlike: golden blond, six-foot-three with chiseled features, icy blue eyes, a magnificent chest lightly dusted in golden hair, and rippling muscles of breathtaking beauty. This Brother, by virtue of his high station -- and, it must be admitted, of an admirable viral load that had maintained its peak of nearly 1 million, years after the Brother crossed over into viral Manhood -- had the privilege of designated Alpha status. This meant exclusive top duties, not only in anointing negative Pledges with his toxic gift, but in recharging Brothers to help top up flagging strains. His potency, in both sexual prowess and viral toxicity, was legendary. This night he had so dominated the Pledge -- delivering a minimum of ten injections -- that the Brethren were certain that his strain would prove the viral Alpha, muscling out the dozens of others that were competing to be the first to overwhelm the formerly strong, young immune system that was destined to be subdued and possessed. The High Priest approached this man. He might be an Alpha, but the Hierarchy must be observed. The Priest lightly stroked his cock and the Alpha knew what to do. He assumed position, turning his deeply rippled back to the Priest. His Brothers helped support him as he leaned, presenting his hard, muscled hindquarters to his Superior. So tight was his hole that assistance was needed in the sacramental Penetration. Willing Brothers lent their tongues to the task, preparing the muscular, manly orifice for its humbling. The Priest was ready to take what was rightfully his. In a single, powerful stroke he drove his manhood -- dare I say godhood -- deep into the most private and intimate part of the Alpha Brother. He grasped the man's muscled shoulders, hard as granite, while he pumped in piston strokes, as powerful as a steam engine. Finally the seed streamed forth deep into the man's cavity. The degraded Alpha cried out in pain and humiliation -- and in love and devotion to his Master. For the Priest had earned his station through many years, and had himself taken countless such Injections. His infection was beyond legendary: a viral load in the millions, in theory resistant to every medication (not that he had, or would, try them). An ejaculation from him virtually guaranteed that a man would retain his potency and be blessed with many offspring. For this the Brothers were grateful and, despite the pain and shame of being raped before the entire assembly, eagerly accepted what was being forced upon them -- for it was a precious gift. This flow of sacred semen came in spurt after spurt. The Priest's buttocks clenched and unclenched repeatedly in involuntary spasms, fulfilling their hard but anointed labor. He tensed his entire body and a guttural, animal roar emanated from his throat. This, the final orgasm of the endless night, marked the official close of an indescribable marathon of impossible ecstasy, both deadly serious and bathed with pleasures only the powers of His Dark Lordship could endow. (To be continued)

IV. Fever Pitch The rhythm of life in the Chapter House continued in the days after the Conversion Ritual. Lives and loves were celebrated, laughter and the union of the flesh continued to strengthen the manly bonds of the community. An energy and excitement filled the air, as it always does in the sacred season of a Conversion. Rumors circulated that visits of the Dark One were more frequent in these days. None dared speak of them, but the chosen ones betrayed their secrets in their morning countenances of beatific, demonic bliss. In this mystical, magical time, the passions He bestowed on the men selected to submit to His desires were more exquisite, the pleasures they experienced more searingly, beautifully painful, than before. The Brothers had given their spirits entirely to their Lord and Master. He held those trembling and vulnerable souls, literally, in His massive and clawed hand, and, if it can be said, stroked and stimulated them to a climax of celestial – nay, infernal – passion. The explosion of secret joy, in the silent darkness where He takes His subjects, can only be called an orgasm of the soul. A good two weeks after the Ritual, news of infinite joy spread through the Chapter. The Initiate had woken in fiery, delirious fever, an angry rash spreading across his torso. The Fuck Flu: a unique and one-time experience in a young man’s life, of more significance even than a boy’s first ejaculation. This was a time to celebrate -- for the sickness meant that the lad, though he would walk through a searing fire in the days ahead, was making his final transition to glorious Manhood. A Brother Medic was assigned to attend the young man’s bedside at all times, wiping his burning brow with a cool cloth and tenderly raising his head to give him sips of fluid containing electrolytes (stirred in with a load of cum that had been donated earlier, with a wry smile, by a Brother known as a prankster). All the Brothers knew full well what their new comrade was experiencing, for they had gone through the same in their day. Along with compassion, they were filled with pride – and not a little jealousy, fondly wishing they could relive that age of excruciating growth and new discovery. The Initiate murmured incoherently as he thrashed about in his sweat-soaked bed. Fading in and out of consciousness, he was vaguely aware of having been taken on a journey that night – a dreamlike odyssey that bewildered his young mind. For the night had brought a moment that comes only once in a youthful Brother’s life: his first time chosen by the Dark One to be inseminated, taken to the darkest depths of pure pleasure -- a pleasure tinged with the realization that he had given his immortal soul, of his own free will, in exchange for an eternity of sexual ecstasy. His spiritual virginity had been taken from him. A searing pain in the Initiate’s entrails brought forth vague, flickering memories of a gargantuan phallus, a hooded obelisk of hard, dark, scaly flesh, wrapped in veins like thick jungle vines. Out of the darkness eyes of fire, impossible to gaze at directly, had bored into him. Invisible, powerful limbs had muscled his vulnerable body into position so that the massive pillar could penetrate him to his most intimate depths -- quite simply, fucking his soul. As a river of boiling ejaculate flooded into him, his temperature began to soar almost immediately. Youth and health were sucked out of him in an instant, leaving him drained and deathly ill. For in this moment, the Dark Father was bestowing a satanic sickness on his newest Son. While the medical profession diagnoses such a fever as the biological process of seroconversion, for us it is a mystical event, like the transubstantiation that is at the heart of the Christian Holy Communion. The transition of a man’s body through Conversion is the most hallowed miracle of our Religion, to which we bow down in reverent worship. Desperate antibodies deluged the Initiate’s tortured body as his immune cells made their final, pathetic fight against the overwhelming invader. They were doomed to fail, but while they made their impotent last stand, the body was inflamed with a deathly illness like nothing the young man had ever experienced. Two days into his fever, a doctor was summoned to his bedside – one of several prominent physicians who were secret Brothers. (The man was, in fact, the dean of the medical school at the local university -- a campus well known to the Brothers, for it was prime hunting grounds, full of bright-eyed and innocent undergraduates, their raging hormones and youthful, unexposed blood a tempting invitation). The doctor gave a fatherly smile as he examined the Initiate. His temperature – 103 degrees Fahrenheit – was in line with that typically bestowed by the family strain. The pounding headache was likely to subside within another two or three days; the rash would fade in a week or so. The Transformation was proceeding in a normal, healthy fashion. (To be continued)

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In Las Vegas. Just took a huge load from one fat 9” BBC. Nice man as well. Met him through Sniffies. After having been flaked by 2 TOPS I just said Hi. His profile sad Straight TOP 9 inches. He answered and asked what I was looking for. Told him a rough fuck and breeding. Said he was close and would come over and we would meet in the elevator lobby. A few more messages between us. And I had to go make sure I was still clean. When I looked at Sniffies again he was offline. I waited the 30 mins it should take him to arrive. Still offline. I thought that there was another flake. About 30 mins later I saw he was at my hotel but no contact. I sent him a message. He answered that his phone had run out of battery and he had to recharge so he could contact me. Said he was at the elevator lobby. I went down got him and we headed to my room. He walked in took of his clothes and laid on the bed. I took off my shoes and shorts and got between his legs, started sucking on his smallish looking cock and it grew and grew and grew until this magnificent fat 9” piece of fuck stick was hard. I continued to slobber on this cock that I so wanted to drill me. For about 10 minutes. I started tasting sweet precum and he was ready to fuck me. I got on the bed on all fours and he saddled up behind my waiting horny hole for him to begin. He fucked my crack and teased my hole with the precum and spit coated head of this great cock, I inhaled 3 or 4 hits off the brown bottle and he slid into my waiting hole he slowly teased me with short strokes going deeper and deeper. My walls were accommodating this cock that would take me on a 30 minute journey of assgasms and my cock was leaking and spewing precum every time he bumped or banged my prostate. I was taking pulls from my brown bottle and was a blubbering hole for him to finally deposit his huge 5 day load. After he seeded me he stayed in me and I milked his seed from his balls. He pulled out slowly and I turned and cleaned him off. He asked if he could shower and of course I told him he could. His cum leaking from my hole. I had to rest as well. He returned from his shower and dressed while we talked. And he left. As I am writing this I am edging myself using his cum and my precum as lube. Hoping I can find another load. But satisfied with this encounter.

Just got back from the hotel near my work and fucked by a hot discreet construction worker. My favorite way to spend on lunchtime- to suck and get fucked by anon cock. This guy hit me off on Grindr saying he just got off from work shift, as I can tell from his paint and dirt-stained outfit. I was waiting in the cruising bathroom, until he came in to my stall. He has a fit body and a nice 7 inches cock with big head. Slightly musky and sweaty cock smell. I spent a couple minutes sucking him, deep throating till his cock got sloppy and wet. Then he asked to fuck my hole, I don’t usually get fucked during lunchtime, but I couldn’t say no to his cock. Some spit and it hurt a bit entering, I relaxed my hole, then he got it all the way in. He was so excited and keep pounding it as quiet as possible. 2 minutes later, he asked if he can cum inside. When he came, he growled a bit. I got his babies secured in my pussy. put a sanitary pad for my bum just in case it leaks lol.

“Have a seat,” he ordered. “The wooden chair with arms. Wait there till I come back.” Master walked upstairs as I set down. My ass, still raw from being beaten, hurt like hell, but it was still erotic to me, but not as erotic as my frenzied anticipation of how I’d pay for daring to touch master without permission. It didn’t take long till master returned with his friend. Damn, his friend was gorgeous, too, but a different kind of gorgeous. Stocky, red-headed, bearded, a flannel shirt unbuttoned enough to reveal a gloriously hairy chest, a true bear. Exactly the type of man I find sexiest of all. Master gestured to me and spoke. “Here’s the new slave. Disappointed?” The bear replied. “We can train him, sir. You say he’s willing to serve?” “Oh, he’s definitely willing. He might be the most willing slave I’ve ever had.” Holy fuck, I thought. I was impressing master. Master continued. “He just needs to learn his place. I was fucking his face and he touched my ass without asking.” “Shameful. Does sir want me to spank him?” “You’d enjoy that, wouldn’t you?” The bear laughed. “The problem is, he would too. I can tell, he likes having his ass smacked. I’ve got a better idea. Let’s get him strapped to the chair.” Master went to his cabinet and retrieved some leather restraints. They wrapped them around my wrists and ankles leaving me attached to the chair. “Now, my little slave pig,” master said, “here’s how you’re going to suffer. You’re going to watch us have wild, piggy sex. We’re going to fuck like the uninhibited beasts we are. And you’re going to watch, without taking part. You won’t even be able to touch that pathetic little cock to pleasure yourself.” “Yes, master. Thank you for this lesson.” The bear laughed. “You must have gotten him really high to make him this submissive.” “He was even like that before I gave him a hit, but the T brought it out more.” The bear replied, “That’s what Miss Tina…” Master growled a little. “Sorry sir. That’s what meth does, opens up the pig inside.” Master nodded. “Fuck yeah. You want a hit yourself?” “You know I do, sir. I was already feeling a little piggy tonight, let’s make it a lot piggy.” Master handed him the pipe and torch. The bear started to take a hit, then asked, “Shotgun?” Master shook his head. “Normally yes, but not this time. Slave over there gets turned on by the clouds so he’ll suffer a little more watching you blow one. And I know you like them too. It’s a fucking waste of good T.” “Thanks, sir.” With that, he proceeded with his hit, kept it inside his lungs for a few seconds, then let out a massive, glorious cloud. Master’s punishment was working; I desperately wanted, no I desperately needed to touch my cock. “Oh… oh… oh… oh holy cow, that’s strong T. I want…” “I know what you want. Take off your clothes while I have a hit myself.” As master smoked, I was enthralled watching his friend strip. He had plenty of red fur on his stocky form, a few tats I couldn’t quite make out, and an impressive, swollen cock. Not a monster like master’s but still one I wanted to feel inside me. Master unzipped his pants and pulled out his monster. Something inside me briefly wondered why he had never allowed me to see him completely masked but I realized he liked the leather. “On your knees,” he ordered the bear. Once the bear was kneeling before him he commanded, “Start sucking.” The bear opened wide and took master’s cock inside his mouth. It started slowly, just a blowjob, but gradually increased in intensity till master was giving his bear friend the face-fucking he tried to give me. As I watched, my cock swelled. I desperately wanted to touch it. I thought that even if I was just watching a video of it and I wasn’t high, if I could stroke myself, I’d come almost instantly. I understood why master thought this was so great a punishment. Overwhelmed with the need to express my joy, I moaned loudly. Master immediately pulled his cock out of the bear’s mouth. “Fuck,” he growled. “I don’t want to have to hear you moan. I need to be sure you keep quiet.” He looked down at his friend. “Go to the cabinet and get something that will keep him quiet. I’m going to have a fresh hit to restore my mood.” The bear got up and walked towards the cabinet as master took the pipe. “Needs a refill” he grumbled as he walked to get some more T. The bear returned with what I expected — a ball gag. But as he affixed it to my head, he surprised me with a wink and a smile. He put a hand on my shoulder, arousing me even further, then whispered. “Don’t worry. This is all part of your training. Trust me, it’ll all be worth it in the end,” then added, “if you know what I mean by in the end.” My “end” tingled as I nodded to show that I did. He started to walk away, turned back, then whispered again, “I think you’re incredibly hot and I can’t wait for sir to let me play with you. And I thought that when I first looked at you, even before I got high. Nod if you feel the same.” I nodded my agreement. “Good,” he said, then walked away. Master returned with the reloaded pipe. He took a hit then passed it to the bear. “May I blow a cloud on sir’s cock? It’ll drive him crazy.” “If you must.” He took another massive hit, knelt before master, then slowly breathed it out over his cock. He was right, it did make me crazy. “Shall I suck sir’s cock again?” he asked. “No, it’s time for slave to see how real pigs fuck. Get the lube.” He went to the cabinet and returned with a big jar. “Lube up my cock.” He complied, and then master applied more to the bear’s ass. Without another word, master drove his cock into that gorgeous furry bear ass. The bear didn’t just moan, he roared with delight. A rhythm was instantly established and it was clear they had fucked many times before and knew exactly how to please each other. Master twisted the bear’s nipples, making him gasp with delight. “Please sir, stroke my cock,” gasped the bear. Master fulfilled his plea. I had no idea how it lasted; time had lost all meaning. But they eventually slowed and pulled apart. They were both drenched in sweat. Master looked at me. “Have you learned your lesson, slave?” I nodded. “Do you think you can serve half a dozen pigs like that?” I nodded again. “You’d better, because that’s next.” Once again, he put his cock inside his pants. He looked at the bear and said, “I’m going to go let the rest of the pigs in. Let him loose and explain things to him.” Master went upstairs and his friend untied me and released the gag. He then went and plopped onto a sofa. “Come on over here, sit down with me. I don’t bite, at least not without being asked first.” I walked over and set down. He scooted over next to me and put a hairy arm across my shoulder. It felt erotic, but it was gentle and friendly too. “Sir wants me to explain something to you. He usually lets me out of all his piggy friends do the explanation because I’m a big softy.” He laughed, patted his stomach, and added, “And I don’t just mean my bear belly.” I laughed a little myself. Yeah, I was high as fuck and horny as could be, but a break from the intense sexuality of the past few hours felt good, too. “So, you know you’re being trained, right.” “Yeah, to serve. I’m getting to really explore my sub side. It’s hot, too.” “Right, but it’s not just that. Sir’s a huge dom pig, you know that. And he says you’re a great sub. But he’s got a bigger goal than that. His real point is to let you unlock your piggy side. He loves helping men explore their inner pig. Me, all of his friends, we’ve all been trained by him.” “Really?” “You wanna know how we first met?” “Sure.” “But let’s have some more Tina first. Oh, he hates hearing it called Tina or Miss T or whatever. He says that’s for twinks and disrespects its potency. But he’s not here now, is he?” He handed me the pipe. As I applied the torch, he said, “Blow a huge cloud if you want. You know he hates that, but I know it turns you on, and it does for me, too.” I took the hit, leaned my head back, and let out a slow, swirling cloud. “Niiiiiice,” he said, then took a hit of his own. He blew a few smoke rings. “Pretty cool, huh? I learned that when I was in college taking weed hits from a bong. “Anyway, how sir and I met. I just live a couple of blocks from here. One of the neighbors was having a cookout and we were both there. We were checking each other out, chatting some, then he asked me to come back to his place for a beer. We both knew he meant sex, so I came over here. “He gave me a beer, I sipped it some, we talked some, touched each other some, then he asked if I had any kinks. I said I’d like to try some BDSM, then he asked me to wait a bit. He left, then came back covered in leather, and just about melted. I wanted to take orders from him. “Then he asked if I wanted to get high. I figured he meant we’d and said ‘Sure, sounds good’, but he pulled out his pipe and baggie. He told me it was meth and that I’d get really high and really kinky. I wanted him, so he gave me a hit and then I served him for hours and hours. Wildest night of my life till then. Plenty of wilder nights since then with him and his piggy friends. And what he’s doing is initiating you into that exclusive collection of pigs.” “Wow. I… I… yeah, that sounds really hot.” “And yeah, we all started out as subs, but we get to be doms, too. If you want to serve us all, that’s fine, we can’t all be doms all the time, but I’ve found I like being the dom sometimes, too.” “I’d try it.” “Good pig! Never refuse the chance to explore a new piggy experience. Now, there’s a few more things you’ll have to do before becoming one of us. One I’m sure you’ve figured out, and that’s sir is going to take that massive cock of his and pound you so hard and deep you’ll think you’re gonna split in half.” I couldn’t do anything but moan in anticipation. He smiled and continued. “In fact, we’ll all pound you. The other things sir will tell you himself.” I looked at him and said, “I want you in me now.” “I want to be in you too, but that can wait. Sir’s orders. I can, though, do this.” He reached between my legs and started stroking me. I gasped in surprise and excitement. I reached between his legs and started stroking him too. His moans told me he enjoyed it, too. After a while he pulled back, took another hit, bent down and blew it over my cock. I was about to return the favor when he said, “No, let’s do a shotgun.” I started my hit and he opened his mouth. I pressed my lips to his, exhaled, then his tongue touched mine. The shotgun became a kiss and our hands started touching each other’s bodies. Things keep getting more intense until we heard a group coming down stairs. We broke apart and I saw master with four other men. Master looked at me and asked, “Did he explain things to you?” “Yes, master, he did.” “Do you think you can serve all of us? A half dozen pigs, chemmed up on T?” “Yes, master.” “We’ll see. Get ready for the ultimate in being a sex slave.” more to cum

I discovered a sauna in a run-down part of town in walking distance from my office. The reviews said it was a bit sleazy and was a sauna for “men not twinks” which I found intriguing. So I headed off there one afternoon. The guy who let me in through the nondescript door in a side street was probably in his fifties, pudgy and wearing tee-shirt and shorts. He smiled as he charged me the entrance fee. “New here, aren’t you?” he asked. I nodded as he handed me my key. “Well, enjoy,” he remarked with a grin. It was pretty run-down and smelled a bit of damp. As I was getting undressed, a nude man appeared beside me. He was old and skinny with a paunch and he had a big cock hanging down with some foam around it where he had shaved his pubes. “That’s better,” he commented in a thick, phlegmy voice. adding "I like it smooth.” I said something neutral and stripped off my pants. “Nice tatts” he remarked, looking at the designs on my bottom and arms. “Thanks,” I answered. I wasn’t used to this kind of direct talk, and felt excited as I headed to the sauna. After a while, he came in and sat beside me. He wasn’t wearing a towel and his cock was semi-hard against his thigh. “Least it’s a bit warmer in here, eh? Bit cold outside. First time?” “Yes,” I replied. Nodding, he asked my name and followed-up with some general questions, his hand resting idly on my thigh as his fingers caressed my cock. I gasped, but he was quite nonchalant and talking about the weather as he stroked me to full erection. “Nice cock," he remarked, adding “You bottom or top?” His blunt question somewhat embarrassed me, but still I was able to answer "Well, bottom mostly.” His cock was erect now, thick and covered in veins. I also notice he had apparently at some point slid a cock ring around his tool. “Want to fuck?” I didn’t know what to say, but not wanting to appear naïve or nervous, I just shrugged and answered “Sure.” He levered himself off the bench and I followed his flaccid, wrinkled buttocks along the corridor (he hadn’t bothered with a towel) until we reached a room with a large, oval bed in the middle. Tossing a small bottle on the mattress he muttered “Poppers, if you want em.” There were some packets of lube on the side. He tore one open and rubbed it on his cock, then pushed me onto my knees commanding "Bend forward and rest your head on your arms.” When I was in position he asked rather incongruously, “So what do you think of the place, then?” “Not bad...”I started to reply, feeling this was a weird time to be starting a conversation, but then I felt his bare cock pushing into my arsehole. I gasped as I opened for him and after a brief struggle, the big head slid up me in a rush. "Don’t - don’t you want a …condom?” I asked. He was deep in me now and starting to thrust slowly in and out, making me sigh with pleasure, answering “Nah, I hate the things and haven’t used them since I was diagnosed. Here, take some poppers," handing me the bottle, even as my mind took in what he’d said: I was being fucked raw by a poz cock. I took a sniff and felt myself relax into it. He was sliding rhythmically in and out, all the time talking to me as if we were waiting for a bus or something. It was bizarre, and yet it seemed to distract me from worrying about what I was doing. Suddenly, the door opened and the pudgy guy from the front desk came in with a black bin-liner. “Don’t mind me!” he commented, adding “Seen it all before. Just emptying the bins.” He bustled around clearing up, when all the time I was kneeling there being fucked. “Nice bum,” he remarked, stroking his crotch. “Many in today, Bill?” asked the man fucking me, although in truth he was beginning to pant and his movements were getting more urgent. “Yeah, a few now, Sid. Mostly regulars." Sid gasped and said “Hang…hang on. I think I’m going to cum. Yep…here it cums!” With that his cock swelled and throbbed and I realised to my horror that he was filling me with spunk. “Nice,” he commented contentedly, stepping back one or two steps so his cock flopped out and a dollop of slimy cum slid down my balls. The other man, Bill, dropped his shorts and a stubby erection sprang up stiffly under his flabby belly. Before I even had time to react, he got behind me, steadied my bottom with one hand and thrust his cock into me with the other. It was so matter of fact, so nonchalant without even asking I just sagged in shock as he began to thrust eagerly in and out. “Put..put the kettle on….Sid," he gasped, explaining “I’ll make a cuppa when I’m done.” Bill nodded and left as Sid worked his way to orgasm. “Gah!” He gasped at last “ Fucking beautiful!” He pushed hard against me and came in me, stroking my thighs and panting happily as he spurted. “Phew! Nice one!” he remarked as he withdrew, giving my bottom a playful slap. “Want some tea?” He pulled some tissue from the dispenser on the wall and wiped his dripping cock before stepping into his shorts. I just nodded and followed him downstairs, numb with what had happened. There was a small patio with a table and two plastic chairs. Sid sat on one reading a paper. On the other was a pool of what looked like sperm. Sid saw me looking and said “Some dirty bastards in here, alright.” I suddenly felt helpless with the filthiness of it all, and yet the pure animal pleasure excited me. Slowly I lowered myself into the seat, feeling the anonymous spunk oozing between my buttocks and coating my hole. Sid looked up and said “You’re not poz, are you?” I shook my head. “How did you know?” He shrugged. “Something about your face upstairs, the shock when I said I had been diagnosed.” He turned back to his paper and lit a cigarette. “Anyway, better get used to it. Neither Bill nor I are on meds, so you’re probably pregnant already.”

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.

Chicago—May, 2023 And here it was Saturday. I woke up late—though the Horse Market had not been a particularly late night. I was just tired from all that fucking. I had a very late breakfast. I thought about going into the leather market at the main hotel, but I just couldn’t face it. Instead, I wrote up some notes about all the men I had plundered. My phone went off. It was Keshawn. I read the text—asking if I was excited about tonight. Just the thought that I would be inside him this evening caused the first stirring of my cock that afternoon. He told me he was going in early. He told me again that I would love how the bar had refurbished the Hole—the subterranean play space. (It really had been a hole in the wall, cramped and tight and I had to keep ducking so as not to hit the pipes that ran under the floor above. But it had always been fun. I loved CumUnion there better than anywhere else as we were all crammed in that one small space, not spread out over two or three floors of bathhouse.) I ate a light dinner and got ready. I ditched the chaps (having learned my lesson about heat in a small room last night) and just had my harness, semi-dirty jock, boots and wrist band. I zipped myself into my flight suit to cover it all and drove up the few blocks to the bar. I was even able to find free parking. I walked to the back entrance the staff had told us to use… There is Keshawn—still in line, waiting to be let in at the appointed hour. We hug. We chat. We compare notes on the weekend. Almost instantly we are let in and down the stairs we go. I love just slipping off the flight suit and I am ready to check my bag with the (hot!) coat check boys. I take a look at the space. They have raised the ceiling or lowered the floor. I am able to stand upright without fearing a concussion. The pipes above are now hidden. The floor has been freshly poured with concrete. There are two slings along one wall. Another one is right where we step down into the playspace from the hall and the fourth is dead center of the room. There is also a high table, the perfect height to lean against and jut your ass out invitingly. There are maybe 15 of us right at 5:00pm. It swells into whatever the room capacity is—perhaps 50? 70? in another 30 minutes. Keshawn has his hand on my cock. He goes to his knees and sucks me. Others around us are doing the same thing. I really want his ass—at first he uses the table—but we quickly grab one of the slings for our first fuck. He lays back and I work my tongue deep into him. I want to stay longer eating him out, but my dick wants inside him. Now. I stand up and slide in. I love watching his eyes roll back into his head. No sacks over anyone’s head tonight. Our eyes lock and I hammer into his ass as he jerks his massive dick. I stop only to taste all of the ass juices he’s produced. I lick him up and plow into him again—the second of countless times we meet up and fuck for a few minutes over the next few hours… * It is a racially mixed crowd this evening. It is good to be in a big city. A younger Latino pulls me to the side and goes to his knees. He gives me some expert head. “To get you ready for my ass…” he mumbles. Soon enough he stands and leans against the wall, jutting his brown butt towards me. I surprise him by kneeling and eating his hole. He whimpers as my tongue reams him out. Again, I sort of have to tell myself to stop rimming, he tastes so good—and his hole just keeps flowering open. But I do—and I stand up and push in. “Fuck me hard!” I build quickly. I slam into his butt. The young man is loud enough in his delighted groans that heads turn to watch us. I fuck him hard—then pull out. “Clean my dick.” He spins, bends over and is on me before I finish the sentence. When he gets me really wet with his saliva, I am ready for another round, but a big bear of a white man is now taking advantage of his ass. I grin at the bear and nod. He makes the Latino turn 180 so he cleans the bear while I fuck again. We turn him once more before we all go on to different men… * I can’t take my eyes off a Black top who is fucking his white buddy (They were in the entrance line with us.) The top has the most luxurious dreads I have ever seen. His cock is large, though not massive. He has his buddy in the center sling. I stand to the side and stroke as they fuck. “Take a turn. You’ll love his ass.” He pulls out. I go to my knees and clean his dick. “You dirty fucker. You better lick his hole, too.” He doesn’t need to prompt me. I can’t wait. But I also like that the top pushes me into the wet crack. I lick and spit. I am in my own personal heaven, with his hand grinding my face into the wet ass. “Now fuck him good.” I stand up and slide in. The top watches me fuck. And then he goes to his knees—I assume to watch me plow at eye level. But no, he’s under us—licking the shaft on my backstroke. I slow the fuck to enjoy the added sensation. I pull out—and he returns the favor of cleaning my cock. I stick my dick back in the bottom, while the top can’t stop licking my hairy nut sack. I begin to pump again. Two strokes. Five. Let him clean my dick. And repeat. I fuck and the top stands up. “Let me do that with you,” I ask. We change places. He begins to fuck. I crawl under the sling and get lost in the sweet smell of mansex as I begin to lick his big balls… * Keshawn finds me. He bends, leaning against the wall. He grabs my cock and guides it into him once again. I let him control how long we fuck. He soon pulls off me and goes back to the hunt. * I find the middle sling has a new occupant. He is a light skinned Black man, maybe 30, his hair shaved close to the scalp. He wears a blue jock that mostly covers his hard cock. He is being fucked by every man in the room. I watch two guys do him and watch the expressions on their faces. This guy must have a magic hole. The tops always look totally blissed out as they plow him. It’s now my turn. I eat him first. He is incredibly wet. Not with full loads, but just his own juices and a ton of pre-cum. I stand up. We lock eyes. “Let me taste it,” he pleads. I bend over and kiss him. It starts as a feeding of his juices—and ends in a passionate kiss. My cock has found his own way into his hole while our tongues collide. I finally break the kiss to fuck. Hard and long. Slow and sensual. And then my face gets buried in his butt again. “Please,” he murmurs as I stand go inside him again. I lean and kiss him. This time the kiss is only broken as I feel a man feeling the length of my ass crack. I straighten, remove the hand on my ass and fuck. Keshawn comes over and watches. He sticks his long dick into the guy’s mouth as I plow. “I need to shoot,” says the man behind me. I pull out and a bearish guy, around my age, just makes it into the hot, wet hole I’ve been fucking. He pulls out fast. I go to my knees and taste the load. I fill my mouth with it and bring it up to young man. I dribble it in at first and then our mouths meet in another kiss… (To be continued…) The Original is here: From My Side of the Sling: IML 2023: CumUnion in the Hole, Part 1 (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) June 8, 2023

I voted otter. If he has red hair the sudden rush of blood to my dick might make me pass out.

<AudreyTooVoice> Must be FRESH! </AudreyTooVoice>

"Up my ass." i''m one of those guys (not unique lol) who will empty the contents of a found condom into my hole. It's definitely not the preferred method of delivery, but i hate to see a Mans seed wasted, i feel it belongs in someone. my sole (soul?) focus is not on a Mans cum though, probably equally, if not more, on His orgasm that results in ejaculation. The greatest bond for me is when a Man desires/needs to release, and He wants to release in me. Consequently, His piss can be a similar breeding bond, depending on whether He feels similarly. That said? Definitely in my ass, as deep as i can get it... around the curve/through the 'second hole' where He can be retained and absorbed.

Love it and experience it first hand with my own family. My Dad, my uncles his brothers, and my cousins. 5 men of my family all fucked me raw, shared my used up fuck hole with friends and family. I loved growing up as a boy in Mexico.

My first time was supposed to be condom but he said his brother took the last one and understood if I wanted to leave. Got played and don't regret it.

I met this guy in the middle of the night he was real thin but with a thick cock sucked him and swallowed his load the first one in two years love to be used

It's paternity-based. If he made babies with his penis, I am interested in that penis. The more he makes, the more I'm interested.

very breedable. love to pump my toxic load in you

A couple of days later, I was naked in the reception area talking to Bill. Peter was off somewhere with a mop and bucket. There were the usual regulars in such as Sid and Arthur as well as one or two of their friends who were older and wasted looking. The doorbell rang and Bill told me to see who it was. I slipped on my shorts and opened the door part way. There was a young lad outside, short, overweight and freshfaced. His eyes went wide as he took in my naked torso, at the same time as I vaguely recognised him as Peter's cousin who occasionally came to stay in the holidays. "Hi" I said. " It's...it's Martin isn't it? What brings you here?" He visibly gulped as he took in my naked torso and said "Hi. Peter's mum said he worked here and asked me to give him a message." I smiled to myself, thinking about Peter's mother and what she'd seen in this twink that amused her to send him into the spider's web! "You'd better come in. " I said. "He's around somewhere" I stood back and opened the door wider. Martin peered into the gloomy hallway behind me and hesitated a moment. "Well?" I said. With a nervous smile at me, he stepped over the threshold and I closed the door behind him.......

Freshly fucked by a redhead

Because bareback feels better, is a greater turn on, and because cum belongs on the inside

I had a sexual relationship with my younger brother for many years. Our dad caught us numerous times (we were pre-teen), and just told us to "stop it". Being stupid kids, we continued, until one late night a couple of years later, my brother and I were in the pool. Very dark. We heard the patio door slide open. Figuring we were just going to get a reprimand once again, we swam to the edge of the pool. As our dad came into focus in the dark, we could see he was naked and sporting a great hard-on. He sat down, and said "boys, share your dad's cock. Then it began!

So i checked sniffies this afternoon and my new black friend was on. I texted him if him and his friend were available. Took about an hour then he text me back and said he is home alone and horny watching porn. Then said you see where im at so come. Got cleaned and jumped in the car. I drove to the area and he text exactly where he's at. It was a bit of a dump and i saw him standing by the door. I pulled up and met him. He walked me inside and said go to the room and strip and wait. So I did. I was sitting there naked. He came in talking on his phone and put it down. He stripped gave me a beer and we both laid next next to each other naked on the bed watching black on white porn for a little as he stroked his cock. He reached for something next to him and handed me a brown bottle and he also had lube. He was getting hard and said i want you to do what that white boy was doing on tv. The white dude was sucking a black cock till hard and he got on top and sat on it. So it was hot and exactly what i did! I sucked his cock till it was hard as hell he pulled me on him and he squeezed some lub and shoved some on my hole and stroked his cock with it and said sit white boy in a commanding voice. I was laying on him i moved my ass till i felt his cock lining up and he pushed as i pushed. My hole was about to rip then opened the brown bottle and took two really big hits and as a massive rush was hitting me i sat up and his cock slid in. He pushed my chest so i sat totally straight up and felt his cock slide all the way in. He push his hips up and down and pulled my shoulders as he pumped then pulled me to him as he fucked hard and fast. I took more sniffs and got up to grind him. I thought his cock hit my stomach he was so deep. I heard him moaning i was jerking my cock as he kept on pumping. I heard a door open then someone walking and all of a sudden i heard your fucking that white guy again? He laughed and pumped even harder and faster. He pulled me to him and had his arms tightly around me as he kept on pumping. Then i felt hands on my ass rubbing and squeezing my ass. This was hot as fuck! So my black friend pumping held me tight as i felt his friend licking my hole as he was fucking. Then all of a sudden he tried to slip his cock in my hole with my friend cock. It hurt so much i said no way.. He tried again but my friend growled and felt him explode in my hole. His friend said fuck im fucking this white ass and as one cock left another went in. Still being held tight he pounded the hell out of me as i just laid on my friend for a long time. He finally made a noise and blew a load in me. He slapped my ass and said nice white slut as he got off of me then i got push off on my back. I just laid there on my back as they both got up. His friend said i want white boy cum as he bent over and sucked me as my friend ate his ass. I got hard fast and he got on the bed and straddled my cock and sat on my cock deep. He bobbed up and down till i blew a load in him. He got off and my friend pulled me to the end of the bed grabbing my leggs high and almost over my head and shoved his cock in me again and violently fuck me. He blew a huge load i was dripping almost immediately he laughed and said to his friend look at that mess. He let go of my leggs and said lets go. I got up they were getting dressed so i went to the bathroom to clean up and get dressed. I was asked if i wanted a beer i said no thanks and said see you again and left. Definitely will see him again

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.

My Older Black Friend - Part VIII Without much notice Robert did just that. He pushed into me, passed that second ring, and held still. His cock was now pulsing and I could feel a different pressure in my ass, almost my guts, his poz cum blasting into me. With that last bit of pressure my cock just started exploding alll over my stomach and waist. stream after stream flew out of my hard cock. I was now moaning deliriously. Without pulling out, Robert felt to my chest and I wrapped my legs around him to keep him in me. Robert looked up, "I love you Tim. You are now mine" I had just taken John's cock and cum deep in me for a second time this week, and now my lover lay between my legs after giving me all of his hot cum deep in my ass. This was truly what I had fantasized about for so many years, fulfilling every sexual desire for my man, and pleasuring him more by giving my ass to him to own and give out when it turned him on to do so. I had barely noticed John while making love to Robert, but now sensed him next to me, while still on my back and Robert inside of me. I opened my eyes to see John slightly rubbing Robert's shoulder and a big smile on his face. "Tim, that is one of the hottest things I have ever been a part of", John said as he bent down to kiss me. I felt John's tongue and spit filling my mouth, it was a great turn on, and very sensual. John pulled his face away from mine slightly and spoke quietly to Robert. "My friend, I don't now how you found your boy, but Mr. Tim is very much in love with you". John smiled and added, "damn lucky!". John stood fully again and now I noticed his cock was semi hard. I looked up at John, he was staring intently at me, moved his hand down to his cock and squeezed. "Yes Tim, when Robert wants me to fuck you again, I will not hesitate". Robert lifted his head from my chest and turned to us. "John, I am thinking my boy will always love that". We all smiled!!! He was very right! After we had all cleaned up, we dressed in shorts and t-shirts then headed for the pool area at Robert's house. We all grabbed some water on the way out and got comfortable in some of the lounge chairs by the pool. Robert had grabbed us each a towel. I was in the middle chair with John on my right and Robert on my left. The sun felt so good as we started to chat about our day so far. It was moving in to late afternoon so the sun wasn't as intense, but felt so warming on my body. "Fuck that was amazing Robert, and Tim", John said without opening his eyes. Robert both said 'yes it was', almost in unison. There was a moment of silence and Robert started talking. "John, I am really glad we finally found the right partner to help us with our fantasy, everything we have discussed over the years. I know Tim has been wanting the same thing, to be the bottom in this type of scenario, so it seems it works out for all three of us. Is that right, Tim?" "Yes sir. I honestly couldn't have imagined it happening in a better way". I turned my head to John and he was looking me and my body, I caught his view and said, "John, I am so happy you joined our love making and exploration". John smiled. "I can't tell you how great you are Tim, willing to be with us both and so thankful that it turns you both on to share you with me". I saw John reach down and grab his cock through his shorts. His eyes never left mine. I smiled and laid back on the chair, closing my eyes. "John, those thoughts make us all hard I think", I said. We all laughed. As I lay there, I could start to feel cum making it's way to my ass opening and I knew two big loads wanted to exit me! I smiled, but felt a little embarrassed. I started to get off the chair and said, "I need to use the restroom", paused as I got up and continued, "no thanks to the both of you". Both of the men just stayed laying down, eye closed, and said that I was welcome. These guys were great! I made it to the rest room and let some of their big loads drain from me. I was amazed at first, but honestly knowing that John produced huge cum loads I wasn't really surprised after all. I cleaned up and exited the bathroom. When I made it back to the pool, both Robert and John were now naked, enjoying the sun on their bodies, and semi erect. I wondered what they had been chatting about! That made me smile. "Oh, naked time now, huh?" I asked. They both said yes and I quickly removed my clothes and joined them. This time I adjusted my lounger more upright so I could stare at both of their massive cocks and older frames. All this time in my life I Had fantasized about these two men, not them exactly, but this type of situation and these types of men. With my left hand I reached out to touch Roberts chest, nipple, and let my fingers slide down to his hip and rest right next to his cock head. I looked at John next to me. "John, what about you, why don't you have a boy of your own?". John moaned a little. "good question Tim. I guess I just haven't found the right man. Sure I find them to fuck, which is always great, but some still want protection, which you know isn't my thing. For those, I just need to fuck and cum. Finding that perfect bottom boy, that knows what real sex feels like and is very ok with taking my raw cock and cum, it is rare." Just with those few sentences, I saw John's cock start to grow. John continued, "Robert can testify to this, you are a very rare young man Tim. That you immediately recognized that connection between you and Robert, realized that the connection you two shared was bigger than statuses. That is really amazing". As I was watching John's cock and listening to him, I suddenly felt Robert's wet cock head touch my hand. I quickly looked at my man. His head was still back, but his cock had grown towards my hand and he was now leaking on me. I started running my thumb over Robert's cock head, rubbing that sexy precum all over. That only encouraged Robert's cock to grow harder and harder. While I was playing with Robert's cock I had heard John get up from his lounger, but was focused on my man's cock. Then I heard John, he was next to me, "suck my cock boy". I turned my head towards John and his cock was hard and leaking next to my face. What a gorgeous sight he was. John still had his cock ring on and he was pushing his cock down so I could get my lips on it. I opened my mouth and helped guide his leaking cock into my mouth. His cock tasted so fucking good. It tasted like precum and cum from our previous fuck session. I brought my legs up and spread them wide so my ass was exposed. I felt Robert shift and my hand left his cock. Soon he was kneeling next to me telling me to suck John's cock while his finger found sore, dripping, hole. I moaned in response to his gentle touching of my lips. John started in on the hot talk, which turned me on even more. "Suck this cock baby boy. Do you like the taste of my cock? This cock bred your cunt a little while ago, how does your ass taste?" This was driving me crazy with lust, John knew exactly what to say. Robert then stood up, "we should take this into the bedroom". John slowly pulled his wet cock from my mouth, "yeah probably" as I watched him stroke his big cock once more, right in front of my face. I looked at Robert and he was standing, rock hard, again. Fuck he is gorgeous. Robert helped me up and as I turn pats my ass to remind me I am his good boy. I reach behind me and take hold of Robert's big cock and start to walk into the house. As soon as I enter, John is there, cock now semi hard, but still leaking. while holding Robert's big cock in my hand, John takes my face in his hands and kisses me deep, tongue invading my mouth. I reach down with my free hand and hold John's cock, it is already rising to being fully hard. Robert's hand is now on my ass, fingers making their way to my wet hole. Robert wastes no time in burying his finger deep into me! I moan into John's mouth. John backs away slightly and tells me, "I want to be under you while Robert fucks his cock into you". Robert pulls his finger out of my ass, pats my ass again, and says "you heard him, let's go boy". When we entered the bedroom, John immediately got on the bed, on his back with his head toward the end of the bed. I followed him and got over him on all fours and immediately my mouth found his gorgeous cock! My mouth took over right where I had left off outside, sucking and tasting that gorgeous man cock. Before too long, I felt some lube being applied to my ass and Roberts big fingers slowly working my hole in circles and then penetrating me. first one finger, then two fingers. Robert's other hand was gripping my ass cheek, trying to pull my hole open wider. "Fuck your ass lips are puffy boy, your ass is begging for my cock again", Robert said. I removed my mouth from John's big cock, long enough to say "please fuck your baby boy. I need your fat cock in me". I felt Robert's fingers withdraw from my ass and heard him apply lube to his cock...I could almost see in my mind his hand sliding all around my man's hot thick cock. I knew what was next. I was right, within seconds I felt Robert's big wet cock head at my hole, pushing slowly...almost rocking, into my hole. one more slight push and Robert's cock head broke through my hole. "boy, my cock head is in you and fucking eh, it looks so good! do you want more of daddy's cock?", Robert said. "Yes please daddy, put your cock in me. my pussy belongs to you, please take me", I almost yelled. Robert put his hand on top of my ass and said, "here it comes baby, take my cock". Robert was pushing steady now! At some point I want to jump forward as I felt it was too much cock, too quick, but I made myself push out and push back on his black did. "my little slut, you want daddy's cock and load in you, I can see you pushing back on my dick. Yes, take it baby", Robert said. John said, "Robert, this boy loves your cock, you can tell. With each inch of your cock this boy leaks even more precum. Only a true daddy's boy reacts like that". I was really stroking and swallowing as much of John's cock as I could. His precum, and my spit, was flowing around his cock and down over his balls. I couldn't help it. Soon enough I couldn't keep my mouth on John's cock, I was panting and moaning so much with Robert sliding in and out of me with a nice steady speed. It so fucking good, and I felt so full of his big cock! John maneuvered out from underneath me and was now standing beside the bed. I felt John's hands on my ass, pulling them apart for Robert as his big black cock slid in and out, relentlessly. "Fuck boy your ass is really opening up to that big cock", John said. "We have really turned you into a hot slut bottom, haven't we?". John continued, "Robert, are you going to give him what he wants? I want to watch your cock breed your boy". Robert just moaned and picked up his pace. I was moaning out loud every time that big cock penetrated my ass again. Robert was sooooo deep in me and by his pace and heavy breathing I knew what was coming. I could feel that black cock start to swell in me, stretching my hole even more. Robert started gripping my waist even tighter, "baby are you ready for daddy's hot cum?" "....mmmmmmm.....yes please", I replied. "take my cum boy, take my poz seed baby!" was all Robert said as he slid all the way in and passed my second ring. HIs cock swelled one last time and I could feel him shooting his load into my guts. Robert held still, buried deep in my ass. I couldn't even believe I was taking all of his cock. It felt so amazing. Slowly Robert's cock was shrinking and I felt him slowly start to pull out, which seemed to last forever. As soon as he finally pulled free I immediately fell on my stomach, legs still shaking. Robert got off the bed and moved to the top so he could whisper in my ear. "take John's cock and cum now boy, he is going to take you". I felt John get on the bed behind me, he didn't pull me up but instead mounted me with his legs on either side of my legs. I felt the tip of his cock at my hole, but I couldn't move to help him. "Don't worry boy, I will do the work, I just need to unload in you", John said. I felt him pulling my ass apart, and the tip of his cock at my used, now sore, hole. He was going to fuck me one way or another, and I secretly loved that. In one motion John slid his big cock all the way in me. After Robert's massive cock having been in me, and breeding me, John could easily sink in to his balls! John was more grinding his cock into me than really fucking me, churning Robert's cumload in my ass. It felt so great to feel John's weight on me, and the emptiness of Robert pulling out to be filled with a big hot cock. John lowered his body to lay on top of my back. His mouth was next to my ear telling me all the good things I was feeling and of things to come. "baby boy I am going to fuck my poz load deep into you. is that ok?" John asked. "please John, please give me your load". "That's it baby, I am going to cum right on top of Robert's big load, give you my babies. Fucking hot, here comes my load baby boy". John pushed in deep and felt him swell, but my ass was already too wrecked to feel his load shoot., but I knew he was cumming hard by the guttural moans was making, and telling me in my ear. John slowed down his motion, but kept his cock in me. "I hope we knock your ass up today Tim". "me too" I sad, "me too". John rolled off of me to his back, and I was empty once again. I lay there, breathing hard. Robert the joined on the other side of me, his big hands slowly and gently exploring my ass where John had just been. gripping my ass cheeks hard and thanking me for being his. I smiled and slowly started to drift off to sleep. Two weeks later. I had been at Robert's house for the past several days. A week or so after I had been with Robert and John I got pretty sick and while talking to Robert he suggested I go get tested as soon as I could and then come stay with him so he would nurse me through it. I had been at Robert's house, while feeling shitty, also very glad to be here and guided through it by Robert. He was so caring, and when we did find out my results, we cuddled and kissed. I could tell me was super turned on, hard to hide that big cock, but I wasn't really into it, and he totally understood. Two days later I managed to get showered, and cleaned out, and made it back to bed. I got it bed naked, not that Robert could tell, but after checking on me I asked him he wanted to lay with me and watch something. Sure enough Robert got into bed and soon realized I was naked. His cock was so hard. I looked at him and kissed him deep while reaching for his big leaking dick. "Tim you are sure you are feeling up to it?", Robert asked. I guided Robert's hand to my ass and bare cock. "Yes sir, please take me again" I said. Robert proceeded to give me my first post-poz fuck and load! It made me so happy to know I was now truly his.

'What are you doing? Are you fuckin' crazy? This will seal it!' My brain was ringing all alarm bells, but I didn’t listen. He was sexy, witty, and he wanted to fuck me hard. How could any reasonable individual say no to him? So I followed him to his apartment. It was actually a bit of a ride: we road the subway for twenty minutes during which I had mixed feelings as I nervously asked myself 'What was going to happen? Who was I following home?' but he just smiled and we chatted as I discretely tried to take a look at his package. I wasn’t sure whether he was hard or not, but the bulge was certainly promising. Little did I know. From time to time he would touch my hand, my chest or my ass. It looked like we were two twinks from one of the American porn studios rather than two strangers which were about to share the same strain of HIV. When we arrived at his apartment, I wasn't surprised to find it was nice and so fucking twinky, al la an American porn video. There was even a 1D poster on the door. We kissed and made out as we slowly and intimately helped each other out of his clothing. He made it a point to taste every part of my body and I returned the favor. Then I felt it. Oh my God! It was huge! I stopped and stared as he widely grinned and dropped his underwear. I had never seen a cock like this before. How he had any blood left in his body I didn't know. This definitely could turn any chocolate obsessed bottoms if you catch my drift. I tried sucking it, but I couldn’t open my mouth wide enough. And above this monster was a scorpion tattoo. How telling. We kissed further and then he reached over under his bed and gave me a little bottle. “You will need this. Use it as much as you like. Take a deep whiff.” With that he positioned me onto my back. I inhaled and the familiar sensation of flying began, but my ascent was interrupted when he smeared some spit on his cock, lined-up with my hole, and silenced me by securing my mouth with his palm. I looked at him. He returned my gaze, and in so doing, rammed his cock all the way into. It ripped everything in me apart. I shrieked in pain. It felt like the whole muscle ripped. Barely able to breath, I inhaled as much of the poppers as I was able. They provided provided some relief but not much. I looked at him in absolute horror, trying to understand what just happened. He pulled out, smiled, leaned over and kissed me, murmuring "Don’t worry, it’s all over now. I'll use lube. We are going to make love and when I cum, my toxic babies will swim straight to your heart. So you will never forget me.” We kissed more. He took the lube, massaged my hole and his cock and slowly pushed himself back in. I still struggled, but the poppers and the training I had received within the past few days helped me enjoy the intensity of the fuck. His cock pushed his way back in. “Are you ready to join the club little boy?” “Fuck yeah, give me your babies.” He smiled, looked me straight in the eyes and accelerated his pace, clearly getting closer and closer. To this day I love watching the top cum. So hot. And especially that moment was unique. As he blew his load into my ass he all-but yelled. “TAAAAAKEEE THEEEEMMMM!!!! AAAAAAHHH!” I had never felt a cock cumming in me, and have never after that night. But that experience was amazing. I felt the dick pulsating and shooting in me. Load after load after load after load. He didn’t seem to stop, but eventually, when he was done, he collapsed and smirked. “Welcum to the club my friend. Better put on some pants before you leak on my bed.” With that, he pulled out, turned around and walked towards the bathroom. On his way, he stopped in front of poster which was hung next to a wall calendar. He put an X on today’s date and another on his poster, and then he disappeared into the bathroom. While I dressed a took a look at the poster and calendar. The X he had made was on the day's date, which was the 8th, and the poster had 24 crosses before me, so I was number 25. I heard the shower going, so I got the drift, put on my shirt and left. Only then did I realise that I still hadn’t cum. On my way back to the hotel, I looked at the skyline and couldn’t decide whether I ended up in heaven or in hell....

Master stood before me. “Tell me, slave, have you noticed that I’ve never been completely naked in front of you.?” “Yes, master.” “Why do you think that is, slave?” “I’m not worthy to see master’s naked form.” “There is that, yes.” He laughed, and his friends joined in. “But there’s a greater reason.” He pulled off his pants and stepped towards me. “Now, slave, tell your master what you see above his cock.” I looked. “A tattoo, master.” “A tattoo of what?” “A scorpion, master.” “And what does that mean, slave?” I gulped. “It means master is positive.” “Positive for what, slave? If I had to take a drug test, my piss would test positive for meth? Tell your master what it means!” “It means master is HIV positive.” Somewhere off to the side, I heard the bear who explained things to me say, “Five points for Slytherin!” The others laughed at his joke, till master glared at them. “Smart-asses get spanked,” said master. “Promise?” replied the bear with glee in his voice. “Save it,” master growled, then looked back at me. “Very good. And I’m guessing you’re not.” “No master.” “Then you are alone in this room. The rest of us have the marks of true sex pigs, the sign we fuck with abandon, that we are driven by raw carnal lust. Tell him, my fellow pigs, what we think safe sex is?” They all shouted as one. “Bullshit!” “Damn right. And now, slave, do you want to be one of us?” My mind raced. I knew there would be no turning back. But I also remembered the times I had been fucked bareback, taken raw loads in my ass. I had taken the risks willingly. And I had heard how liberating being positive can be, to accept the inevitable… Master glared at me. “Do you want it or not, slave? Do you want to take toxic cum from all of us into your ass and join our brotherhood? Or would you rather get dressed, go home, and let the rest of us to behave like real men?” “Yes, master.” I was barely whispering. “Say it like you mean it, slave.” “Yes, master!” “Louder! Tell us all what you want!” “I want you to poz me! I want all your toxic loads inside me! I want to be a true pig! Please, master! Poz me!” Master nodded. “Good slave. There’s one more step before you serve us all. Meth is what fuels us, what allows us to fuck for hours. You’re high now, but you need to be even higher. There won’t be any clouds now.” He went to the drawer where he kept his party supplies, opened it, and showed me a syringe. “Have you ever slammed before?” “No master.” “This is your reward for being such a good slave, for demonstrating that you can please your master and willingly accepting punishment.” “Thank you, master.” He motioned to another one of the men in the room. “We are fortunate to have among us a pig who is a nurse and is skilled at giving injections.” As his friend walked over, he added, “Oh, I’ve given plenty of ‘injections’ to everyone in here. Gotten a lot, too.” The rest laughed as master glared at him. “Am I going to get a spanking for being a smart-ass, too? Please?” Master ignored him. The nurse prepped the syringe as he continued to address me. “This will leave you higher than you ever thought possible. You will be overwhelmed by the need to touch yourself. As I told you before we began your night of servitude, I am a master not a monster, and I will not be so cruel as to deny you that need. You will be allowed five minutes of self-pleasure, but you are forbidden to ejaculate. You will only be allowed that release when you have serviced us all, when we have all filled you with our poz seed. Do you understand?” “Yes, master.” “Then prepare yourself.” The nurse set down next to me. “Give me your arm.” I extended it and he strapped a tourniquet around the upper part. I watched with anticipation as he wiped my arm with an alcohol pad and gently inserted the needle into my vein. I saw the cloud of blood form as he pulled back the plunger. “Get ready for a wild ride,” then he pressed the plunger in and released the tourniquet. I coughed and then… ohgodohfuckohdamn I was overwhelmed by the massive rush. Master was right, I had to stroke my cock, and my right hand furiously began to yank it. As intense as it was, I knew I had to have a cock inside my ass, that nothing else would do. I had turned into a creature of nothing but sexual desire and pure lust. Master finally said, “Time’s up!” I forced myself to withdraw my hands. “And now, slave, you will serve us all. Rise and place yourself onto the fuck bench.” He pointed to the bench. It hadn’t been there before; it must have been brought into the room while I was laser-focused on stroking my cock. I walked and lay on it face down, my chest on the platform, my face, hands and legs on the rests. Some of the others placed the attached straps around my wrists and ankles. Master stood before me. I saw his huge cock and I wildly wanted to have it inside me and to feel his cum shooting into me. He spoke again. “Mine will be the last you take. You will need to be stretched thoroughly before you are capable of accepting my member. He looked out to the others. “Who among you desires to fill him with your seed first?” I heard what I hoped when the bear said, “I will, sir.” Master smiled and said, “I thought you might.” The bear walked behind me, then said, “Will one of you pigs there bring this pig here some lube?” Someone handed him some, then as he bent down next to me and started to lubricate my ass, he whispered to me. “If you really want to be poz, I’m glad I’m going first. We’ll never know for sure who really infected you, but we can say it was me and it will be a bond between us. Sound good?” I nodded. As he slathered lube onto his own cock, he asked, “Sir, may I give him a shotgun first?” “I doubt he needs another hit, but if you want one, sure. Someone help him, I don’t want lube on the pipe and torch.” Someone did help him, we opened our mouths, pressed our lips together, and teased each other’s tongues as we passed the cloud back and forth. As wonderful as that was, I wanted his cock driving into my ass. As he pulled away and stood up, he whispered again, “I wanted the hit, but the real goal was an excuse to kiss you again.” He went behind me, and, at long last, I got what I had been craving for hours, a cock thrusting into my ass. We both gasped in ecstasy. He started slowly and gently, clearly wanting us both to savor the experience. He slowly picked up speed, us both moaning in delight. Eventually he bent down over me. I felt his weight and fur and sweat on me, and it was amazing. He reached around and twisted my nipples, and just the perfect amount, more than playfully, but not enough to really hurt. I moaned with delight, and he whispered, “Yeah, I like that too. I hope you’ll remember that when we’re together again.” His thrusts got faster and deeper. I had been fucked many times, but never so well. Master yelled out, “The slave has a mouth, too! Don’t waste it!” A cock appeared in front of me, and I opened wide. Its owner drove it into my mouth. Getting spit-roasted had been a fantasy of mine ever since I first saw it in a porn video, and I was finally fulfilling it. More cocks were placed in my mouth as the bear kept pounding my ass. Someone loosened the restraints on my hands so I could stroke more pigs. I eventually was pleasuring four men at once. It got more and more intense until he started shouting, “I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum!” I released the cocks in my hands and pulled my mouth away from the other so I could focus entirely on the moment. He finally roared in orgasmic ecstasy as I felt him shooting his load inside me. He pulled out, slowly and gently, then declared, “I’m not even gonna bother with the excuse of a shotgun this time,” gave me a big kiss, then whispered, “I’ll be back again tonight, but I hope sometime, it will just be us.” That wasn’t the last of it, far from it. Everyone except master filled my slave ass with their cum at least, and I sucked everyone, too, getting loads in my mouth.. The bear even buried his furry face in my ass and gave me an absolutely amazing rimming. Master face-fucked me again till he almost shot a load into my throat, but pulled back and declared, “Your ass gets my toxic load, slave.” And I kept getting hits of T, of course, from the pipe, of course, and then somebody shoved a shard in me for a booty bump before pounding my ass again. I lost count of the loads I had taken, cum was pouring out of my ass and down my legs, and I was in piggy ecstasy. I was the main attraction, of course, but the room was filled with raw sexual activity. Fucking, sucking, rimming, a group of men driven by their most primal desires. I was excited that I was to be one of them, now that I had learned that I was a pig just like them. Much later, as exhaustion was setting in for all master stood before. “And now, slave, you will perform your ultimate service to me. You have served a group of pigs, and served them well. Are you ready for your master to give you the fucking of your life?” “Yes, master. Please.” He walked behind me without speaking. He smacked both my butt cheeks with his hand then plunged that massive cock into my ass. There was no gentle sliding, he instantly started pounding me like a jackhammer. I almost screamed. God, it hurt like hell, but like the complete sub pig I am, I relished the pain. Master’s grunts got louder as his thrusts intensified till thought, like the bear told me, I’d split apart. I wanted to yell “Harder master!” but I could only grunt with him. Without slowing a bit, he spoke again. “I’ve not cum once tonight! I’ve saved this entire load for you! Show me you appreciate it! Beg me for it, slave, let me know you want it!” “Please master, give me your load! Fill my ass with your toxic cum! Poz me, master, poz me!” And he did. With a massive grunt, I felt his cum enter me, squirt after squirt. It must have taken thirty seconds for him to finish shooting. Even after that, he still kept pushing himself deep into me, till he finally withdrew. “You may stand, slave.” I was weak, but did. “Now, fellow pigs, we have all been served by this slave. I deem him worthy of joining our brotherhood of pigs, but we must all agree. Do you all feel he deserves such an honor? Signify in the traditional manner.” And they all oinked, the bear loudest of all. Master spoke again, “Welcome to our piggy brotherhood. You need no longer consider yourself a slave, though you are, of course, welcome to play at such as it suits your desires.” “Thank you, master.” He smiled and shook his head. “You are no longer expected to call me master. I am the alpha here, but you may call me sir, as do the others.” “Thank you, ma… sir.” “There is one other thing before we end the celebration of our sexuality. I am certain that you need the release of cumming yourself.” I nodded. “You may choose to achieve orgasm yourself, or you may ask one of your pig brothers to receive your seed. Even I will do so if you desire, as I am not a totally exclusive top, though know that it takes a truly talented top to please me.” I knew what I wanted. I looked at the bear who had treated me so well. To my surprise, that pig who had been with every man in that room, shyly smiled at me and even blushed a little. “Will you…”, I said. “Dude, why do you even think you have to ask?” The rest laughed, and even sir briefly dropped his stern dominant pig act, smiled and said, “Oh, god, are we going to have a couple here?” I was wondering where in the room we should go at it, but he walked to the fuck bench and got on it himself. “I’ve been here before, and I think it’s hot.” I knelt next to him, and he quietly added, “But even better, you’ve been here for hours. It’s got your sweat on it, your smell, and it’s driving me crazy.” He then said, loud enough for the room to hear, “Somebody get us a pipe so we can have another shotgun before he enters my furry bear butt.” Someone handed me one, I took the hit, and we passed it back and forth, but we kept kissing long after it completely entered our bloodstreams. We finally separated when he looked down at my cock. “Tina dick, huh? Let me help with that. Get in my mouth.” I did, and I was thrilled to know he had amazing oral skills. I was moaning so loudly he pulled away and said, “If you want to shoot inside my mouth, fine, but I’ve got a butt that wants you inside it, too.” I wanted to give him what he wanted, so I walked behind him. Before entering him, I stroked his furry bottom, then remembered what he had done for me, knelt down and started rimming him. He practically squealed with piggy delight. I kept up with that till he finally said, “Get inside me. You’ve earned it.” So I did. Now, I’m not an experienced top. I’ve always been a nearly total bottom. But he guided me, told me how to position myself to best please him. I did remember what he asked and played with his nipples some, and he roared with delight. I tried to make it last, but it didn’t take long till I came inside him. I pulled out, bent down for a final kiss, and then he whispered, “You were great, absolutely great. Don’t feel bad you couldn’t last. We’re all exhausted. Next time we play together, you’ll do even better.” The other pigs had all left, it was just me, sir, and the bear. Sir said, “You know where the shower is. Get cleaned up if you want.” I started to head to the shower, when the bear said, “Too bad it’s just a stall. Showering together can be fun.” I smiled and said, “We can try that sometime, sure.” I showered and got dressed. Sir took my phone number and said, “We do this about once a month. This session was rather impromptu, I didn’t expect to find such a willing subject. You are of course welcome back. Despite my initial treatment of you, which you now understand was part of the initiation, you are an excellent addition to our group.” “I’ll be there.” “You might want to wait around till your new furry friend finishes his shower. Some of our group occasionally organize more private sessions. I think the two of you seem likely to be interested in such.” I smiled. “What gave sir the first clue?” “Didn’t you hear? Smart-asses get spanked,” and he gave my ass a light slap. The bear came out of the shower. As he dressed, he said, “Hey, let’s exchange phone numbers. I’d like to, y’know, just hang out a bit, we could get to know each other some.” “I’d like that.” “Cool.” We exchanged names and numbers and I went home, sore ass and all. So, like title says, master, though he’s just sir now, gave me a gift. Yeah, he and his friends pozzed me (I’ve been tested now, and I’ve got the mark of a pig now), but he showed me that I had a wild, piggy side I had only vaguely thought existed, and it’s hot. But then there’s the bear. Kevin is his name, he told me. He texted me the next day and asked me to come over to his place that weekend for pizza and a movie. Andy that’s what we did, ate pizza and watched a movie. We talked a lot and found we had a lot in common, and not just sexually. We found we like each other, a lot, and we want to see what develops. And the movie, it wasn’t a porno (well, we did watch some porn later), it was Star Wars. I joked he was so hairy he’d make a good Wookiee, he asked if I’d “sooner kiss a Wookiee”, and I showed him I was very happy to kiss a Wookiee. Then we got high really high on Tina and had wild piggy sex, just the two of us. He even got me to try being the dom. It took a little getting used to, but it was hot, even though one time he almost fell off his bed laughing when I tried to sound as stern as sir does. We’re going to do play more, too, sometimes just privately and sometimes with our piggy brothers. My new-found piggy side is hot and I’m loving exploring it with my friends, one in particular.

I think Daddy would want to see it drunk down, not missing a single drop.

They all look the same in the dark.

yeah, confirmed. To add a new chapter just reply to this topic as you did now. Keep on writing!

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.

I don't know how that guy could resist. I'd HAVE you have your cock balls deep in my ass. Especially when you shoot your load.

And I for one would love to take on your cock to slide right inside of my ass...

Was just informed that activist, writer and friend David Mixner passed away from Long Covid Complications this week, he will be sorely missed in LGBTQ politics as well as on this and other gay sites. Though we had known of each other for a number of years because of all the people we knew in common and all of the events and galas and such that he was key to organizing and that I appeared in, it took until a random hook-up 3 years ago to finally meet in person - and we had chatted on and off over the years it turned out on subjects both sexual and/or political, even philosophic on this and numerous other sites...Resquiet en Pace, David. Here's a link to his obit: honoring David Mixner obituary

I've never had a good time there. It's basically a parade of guys looking for their future husband. Wet is much better.

Parker O’Zayle was on edge. The day’s events had made it clear that Dr Prep had once again found a way to disguise himself to the weak minded, making them vulnerable to his influence even when their intentions were good. Clearly he had found another source of adavurt, and until that was located and destroyed, the city was at risk. Normally stripping out of the Virus suit and lighting up a cigarette helped Parker relax after a tough day, but today it was not working. The hum and occasional spark from his pendant gave him some reassurance that the HIVe was still collecting new members at a healthy rate, and while that continued his powers would be sustained. But the prospect of the Doctor’s disruption spreading across the region was too concerning, particularly if it reduced his ability to counter the trouble. He booted up his tablet to see if he could start to find any patterns in the recent anomalies. Most had been isolated incidents that he had initially put down to fanatical followers of the Doctor’s teachings, but the incident at the Frat House had made him realise that the head honcho was back in business and as such the data could shed some light on where to find him. An hour later, Parker put his head back and groaned in frustration. He could see nothing jumping out of the info he had on his tablet, and without some idea of what the method was in the Doctor’s madness, he would always be on the back foot. Perhaps Isaac would be able to find something that he couldn’t, but he would have to wait a while for that. Those two Swedish tourists Isaac had picked up on the way home would be in his room for a while, and Parker knew better than to disturb The Gift when he was working at what he did best. Still, at least he would feel many more surges of virality go through him before the night was out, as the HIVe welcomed a pair of Stockholm’s finest into its ranks. Still, he needed something more. He needed his own release, to clear his head and hopefully enable him to come up a way to get ahead of Dr Prep. Almost as soon as he thought that, he felt the rod come alive where it was resting against the wall, and he got up and went over to it. He grasped it tightly, closed his eyes, and issued a command. “I need three.” The rod flashed white, its tendrils giving a brief whirl, and then it fell back into dormancy. He leaned it back against the wall, and then went through into the main cavern where Brandon and Brendon were waiting. “Guys” he said, “I’ve got some visitors coming. See that they find their way to the playroom.” “Yes boss” they said in unison, each giving him a wry smile. Parker nodded at them, and then made his way upstairs to the basement level of the mansion. He headed down a corridor, and opened the door to his favourite room in the whole place. —— It was working. As one hunk’s tight hole gripped his cock, another’s impressive dick stretched Parker’s own rear end nice and wide, and the third one’s monstrous member filled his throat, Parker could feel the worries of the day dissipate. A few hours here seeding these men and getting bred in turn by them would be enough to sort him out, with the added bonus that his rod had sent him three who were yet to ascend. His most potent of seeds would surely add them to the membership before the night was over, which would give him the extra power boost that only a conversion at his own hands could generate. By morning he would be ready to devise a plan, but now he needed to focus. The negative hole he was in was primed and ready, and it was time to poz… Stay tuned for more!

I'm pretty sure there are some members who actually believe they were infected pre-1980 (and kudos to them for their tenacity in making it through those many years when meds were not what they are today!). I'll let them comment here themselves if they see fit.

7. Prey for the Sinners It’s night. He’s naked and disoriented. He stumbles barefoot through the swamp. Toads croak all around him. Snakes slither through the bog. Gliding by, one caresses his bare ankle. Dark outlines of lifeless trees everywhere. Each stride is a slog. Loud, slurping sounds accompany each step. Is he going the right way? He keeps falling deeper into the mire. Black ooze surrounds him up to his thigh and getting higher. All too quickly his cock and balls touch the mud and then, with his next step, are sucked down, invisible below the surface. He feels things down there. Unseen things. There’s a large creature beating overhead, a demon hovering with a massive wings above the treetops. It creates great gusts of wind over the brackish water. The disturbance bring up waves that crest over his chest, splash over his collar bone, get in his mouth. He’ll drown, he frets. The night might swallow him whole. Something rises from the center of the swamp. A face discernable only by the shape of a skull, is bone only. The sockets have eyes but there is no skin. A cowl hangs around the figure’s neck. The cloth, a muddy robe, drips with muck. The skull glides toward him. The wings above grow louder, closing in. The skull opens its mouth with an eyeless serpent slips out. It plops into the water. He feels it circling his body. It pokes and prods, searching for an orifice to penetrate. He feels it wrap around his chest, crushes the breath out of him. Its head surfaces, writhes before his face, swaying in an eyeless dance, weaving its lips across his. The serpent’s darting tongue violates his mouth, tunnels in before he can stop it from slithering down his throat. Beating wings crescendos into a scream. It's him. Screaming. Eros and Tommy shake him, tell him to wake up, what’s wrong, it’s okay. It’s a cascade of words he clings to, uses them to climb out of the terror. Tommy and Eros kneel on the futon, each holds one of his a bare shoulders. Jesse recognizes their faces, dives his arms around their necks, clutches them so tight he could snap them off. “Okay. Christ!” Tommy says, pulling off Jesse’s strangling arm. He coughs a mirthless laugh weighted by concern over the dopey kid. A strong wind bangs the blinds; cold, misty daylight seeps in. Jesse eyes ricochet around the shack. He’s alarmed because he still hears the same sound of wings beating from his dream. Eros searches his face, holding it reassuringly. “Just a dream, Chewbacca.” His perfectly imperfect smile is soothing, a balm to his fears. Jesse realizes Eros’ face is wet, his dark hair dripping. “Can’t imagine why you’d be having nightmares…or day-mares.” He poses the question to Tommy, seeing if that’s a word. “Day-mares?” “The fuck should I know. At least he stopped yelling.” “What’s that whopping sound?” Jesse crawls on his knees to the windows—the noise comes from the beach. “Rescue helicopter landed a few minutes ago,” Tommy says. He points to the dunes. “This morning just keeps getting better and better. Gleason’s being airlifted out by that chopper.” Eros joins Jesse at the window. “He had a heart attack at breakfast. Right when we got back from…you know.” “All that fucking coke he did last night. And he’s a cow,” Tommy adds. “They’re about to fly him out.” "And you owe me a pair of work boots.” Tommy points to solidly caked boots at the door. Next to them sit Eros’ muddy—formerly white—sneakers, the ones he wears when he cleans the pool. “We’re in the outdoor shower when we hear shouting.” “Shamu keels over, clutching his heart and falls into the pool. He’s lucky Eros and Mac think they’re deep sea divers. They jump in and fish him out.” “Mac's puts in a bunch of calls. Gets the Coast Guard out here. And then you starting screaming like a banshee. Helluva morning.” Suddenly the pool area comes alive with commotion, voices, rattling metal wheels. The side gate opens. Jesse scrambles to the door with Tommy and Eros right behind. Two EMT workers wheel Eddie down the path strapped to a gurney. The actor’s frozen, his fingers claw the rails, an oxygen mask over his wet face. His eyes open wide in terror and pain. He glances at the three of them, pleading—something—with his eyes. Mac and a newly-clipped Jaxton follow directly behind the gurney. Eddie’s lifted off the walkway ready to be taken to the helicopter. One of the EMT guys holds up his hand. He’s too far away to hear what’s being said, but it’s enough to turn Jaxton and Mac away. Jaxton, with his new short blond hair, is almost unrecognizable lacking the curtain of dreadlocks always covering his face. “They’re taking him to the county hospital,” Mac says to the three of them. “Why can’t I go with him?” Jaxton petulantly demands behind Mac’s shoulder. Mac shakes his head. “I’ll call the hospital. Once he’s stabilized we’ll take the boat over.” “You’re too kind, Mr. McPherson,” Jaxton says, glumly. Jesse scrutinizes Jaxton’s new look and recognizes Mac’s handiwork. He was never of fan of Jaxton, but, man, the guy looks like he could be one of those Calvin Klein poster boys now. Not jacked, but one of those really thin models, all cheekbones, like no one ever is in real life. He doesn't even slump, which of course makes him even taller. Mac puts a hand on the gangly kid’s shoulder. As he’s taking him back to the house, he stops, turns back to the shack and asks if any of them have seen Father Lucius? Jesse, Tommy and Eros begin a chorus of huh-uhs, nopes, and head shakes. “Odd,” Mac says, studying their faces. “No one’s seen him since he went upstairs with you, Jesse.” “I noticed there’s a missing kayak.” Eros helpfully points to the rack of canoes and kayaks next to the side gate. Mac pauses. Considers it. He looks up at the milky sky with the trees rustling in the wind. “Not really a great day to take out a kayak. Really choppy ocean, I bet. Seems he would be back by now, though, don’t you think? All this aerial activity.” He points at the Coast Guard helicopter taking off. All three again are all shoulder shrugs, don’t knows and maybes. Mac gives them a quick sideways glance. Shakes his head. He smiles at Jaxton and tweaks his nipple. Jaxton returns a breezy smile. He stretches his arms in the air like he’s just waking up, and they go back through the side gate. Tommy gapes his mouth at Eros. “’You’re too kind?!’ The fuck was that? * The morning mist never really burns off. After Eddie’s evacuation there’s a calm pervading the compound. It’s almost too quiet. The filter hums while Eros skims leaves from the pool. He looks uneasily at the monk’s room’s wall of windows. Twigs crunch underfoot as Tommy picks up armfuls of broken branches scattered around the yard from last night’s storm. Inside the silent house, Jaxton and Mac huddle in the office, lowering their voices when Jesse walks by. He changes Eddie and Jaxton’s bedding, disinfects the monk’s rubber sheets and replaces them with a paisley cotton percale. Then, an hour later, Mac’s office phone rings. The hospital regrets to inform that Eddie is dead. Mac gathers Jesse, Tommy and Eros together to let them know about it, and that they can take the rest of the day off. If they wouldn't mind, he asks them to watch after Jaxton while he makes calls on Eddie’s behalf. The sky’s steely gray when the three of them get to the beach. A sedate Jaxton in the long swim trunks that Eddie hated, tags along. He keeps his beach towel a little away from theirs. It’s like he wants to be alone, but there’s not much point on an empty beach. Eros and Tommy body surf in the rough water, and Jesse, in his white briefs, lies face down on his towel between their two beach chairs. He listens to the breaking waves for a while, then hears, “You know what a usurper is?” Jesse looks up from his towel—Jaxton’s propped up on his elbows watching the guys attempting to ride the waves. “Huh?” Jesse gets up and turns on his side. “What’d you mean?” Jaxton studies the two men. “That kind of turbulence isn’t made for catching waves.” He pauses. Looks at Jesse. “You’re like a fifth wheel. I think they tolerate you, maybe even feel a little sorry for you. But they’re definitely not into you. Not like you think.” Jaxton thinks for a moment, then adds, “except maybe to abuse you.” “What do you know.” Jesse gets up and flops into Tommy’s chair, near Jaxton’s towel. He digs into their Yeti cooler and pops open one of Eros and T’s beers. “You don’t know anything.” He sips. Tommy and Eros are bobbing in the waves, splashing each other in the face. “Why, did they say something?” “No,” Jaxton says. “I can just tell.” Eros and Tommy trudge out of the surf, then happily race back dripping with sand-crusted hair. “Gnarly,” Eros comments to Jaxton. “Am I right?” Jaxton give him a wan smile. “I suppose.” Jaxton stares at Eros’ naked body as he dries himself. Tommy eyeballs Jesse in his chair. “Out.” “And who says you could take a beer?” Eros barks. Jaxton throws Jesse an I-told-you-so look. Hurt, Jesse offers the beer up to Eros who tells him to just keep it, but ask next time. Jesse rises from Tommy’s chair. He toes on his flip flops, throws his sandy towel across his shoulders, and shuffles off toward the lighthouse. Maybe Jaxton’s right, he thinks, sipping his beer. He does sometimes feel like he overstays his welcome. Like the other night, hanging out with them, watching a Frasier re-run on Eros’ phone. Did they mind him falling asleep, spending the night with them? There’s gulls screeching on the rocks of the lighthouse. A trawler bounces near the coast line; seagulls swirl and dive around it. He drains the rest of his beer. Mist overtakes the trawler and grows thicker. By the time he hits the rocks it’s disappeared in the rolling cloud. He rarely comes to this end of the island. No one does. The lighthouse lantern lights up and a fog horn moans ushering in the bank of fog. He rattles the dregs of the beer and tosses the can between the rocks. Looking up at the tall structure, he watches the fog encircles the catwalk. The lamp's beam slowly rotates. With the fog rolling in, it seems he hears the ocean crashing on the rocks rather than sees it. The fog chills him and, though it does little good, he pulls the towel tighter around his shoulders. He tries the lighthouse door and discovers it's unlocked. “Hello?” he says cautiously opening the door. Met with silence, he inches into the room. Inside it’s murky but there’s still a bit of afternoon light remaining. He feels for a switch but doesn’t find one. Instead he discovers the table at the entrance holds an old kerosene lamp and matches. He lights it and the hollow space illuminates with the lanterns yellow glow. A winding staircase extends around the walls. It loops around twice before disappearing into the room above. Below the staircase there’s stone steps leading to a basement. He’s never visited a lighthouse before and he’s curious about what’s upstairs. The metal steps creak as he ascends. Twice around the interior walls he climbs before he enters the kitchen-living room area of the upper level. Light comes through the vertical window slats the color of Vaseline. Someone lives here—he can see that. He puts his hand on the cold potbelly stove. A coffee pot sitting on top is slightly warm. There’s an unmade single bed, with a piss pot next to it. A desk has writing papers scattered about; several journals are stacked; one lies open. Jesse shuffles in his sandy flip-flops over to the desk. Holding up the light he reads words in the open journal. The Hung Priest, it starts. After a few sentences he stops, incredulous—he’s in it! Jesse takes the stairs two steps at a time, it reads. Eros is in his beach chair watching Tommy chase him down the beach! Even the part where he gets a hard on from Tommy sitting on top of him! His arms suddenly prickle with goosebumps; the hair rises on the back of his neck. Someone’s watching him? But why? He’s not at all interesting. Footsteps clanks above on the metal grating—someone’s descending. He quickly scrambles down the stairs as quietly as he can. He’s about to slip out the front door but something stops him dead in his tracks. It’s a soft moan, or more exact, several moans. It comes from the stairs that lead down to the basement. It’s definitely a group of men, bass voices, muffled cries, rasping groans. He moves to the stone steps. In the living space above someone prepares a fire—twigs snap, a match strikes, the potbelly stove’s door shuts with a clank. A voice in the room seems to be debating himself. Jesse peers down into the gloom where the moaning voices softly reverberate. Holding out the lantern he makes out a thick wooden door. Treading lightly down the steps, each wet and slick with algae, he reaches the door. The whimpering is clearly coming from the other side, yet still they seems far off in the distance. Slowly he twists the knob but it’s locked. Part of him feels relieved that it is. “Hey,” he breathes through the door. “Hey,” he repeats. The murmurs continue unresponsive, seeming not to hear him. He promises himself he’ll come back but next time with Eros and Tommy—if they’ll believe him. Jaxton’s right, though, that they’ve probably had enough of him. Why should they do anything more for him after what they’ve already done? He climbs the stone steps unsure of anything—their friendship, his place in the world. On the top step he slips on algae. He crashes to his knees. The lantern snuffs out and clatters noisily across the floor. He picks himself and dashes to the entrance. “Who goes there?” an authoritative voice booms from the top of the stairs. The figure holds out his lantern but the weak light shows only a small, shadowy figure dart out to the entrance. Outside, front door bangs shut as Jesse sprints into the fog. After putting enough distance between him and the lighthouse, he slows to a brisk walk. Looking over his shoulder he sees the glowing light rotate but growing dimmer the farther away he gets. The moan of the foghorn stay next to him, however, like a phantom he has yet to escape. For several minutes he strides along the beach, his heart beating rapidly in his ears, the surf pounding. Several times he thinks he should head away from the shore and cut inland. He’s most worried though about getting far away from the lighthouse, so when he finally does cuts away from the waves, he find high dunes blocking the way. Regardless, he marches over them hoping to find the wooden walkway that will lead him home. Sliding down the other side of the dunes, he discovers the fog is thinner but he’s overshot the compound and is in the swamp. He’s not crazy about walking back in the direction of the lighthouse but he’s sure the path will take him back to the house soon enough. As he walks further he loses track of the ocean’s constant roar. He should be walking parallel to the surf, but now he’s afraid he’s walking deeper into the swamp. There’s no reliable direction he can discern in the remaining light. Sound is his only guide, but that’s now quieted, leaving only the marsh choir of croaking toads. Vapor off the swamp mixes with the mist in the air. It’s all wrong, and too close to his earlier nightmare. He thinks better of going deeper into the swamp, turns around and goes back the direction he came. An owl hoots directly overhead startles him. The sounds of the marsh grow louder—croaks, rivets, peeps, more hoots surround him. Then he hears something that freezes him to his core—a low growl. There aren’t any dangerous animals on the island, he’s sure of it, or has never heard of any, but a growl’s a growl. He makes out waves crashing straight ahead, which convinces him he’s heading in the right direction, but it’s also the direction of whatever made the noise. Step by step he makes his way in the dark; his thin flip flops test each board trying not to draw attention to himself with a creak. He comes to an intersection with a larger walkway, the road he’s familiar with that’s between the dock and the compound. This feels right. He sighs a small relief. The sound of waves resumes on his right, so he’s fairly certain he now headed back toward the house. Then, abruptly, he bumps into something upright and furry. He looks up into glowing red eyes. A large creature peers down at him. It snarls menacingly, large fangs glistening as its lips pull back. Jesse’s mind races—fight or flight rears its head. Flight, he’s out of there, no question about it! He pivots and there’s a loud crack: a fractured wooden plank snaps in two and he falls several feet through the walkway, into the cold wet swamp below. As his feet hit the mud, he cracks the back of his head against the plank with an audible thwack! * Jaxton furiously rides Mac’s cock on the dining room table. His swinging dick beats out four-four rhythm like the baton of a crazed band leader. He grinds his ass on Mac’s gargantuan cannon of a cock, pulling his ass lips apart straining to capture Mac’s slick balls into the bargain. Just as Jaxton’s on the cusp of blowing his first wad in this new body, the front door chimes. He yowls with unrestrained frustration. He and Mac sourly scramble off the table. Jaxton finds his swim trunks and Mac pulls up his khakis. They answer the door and two extremely old and frail looking monks peer back at them. “Abbot Santana,” Mac says, pulling down his tank top. “I didn’t expect you at the earliest till tomorrow.” He ushers the elderly pair inside. The Abbot, a small man with a pointed salt and pepper beard and a mop of curly dark hair, hobbles on his cane into the foyer. His petite assistant, bald and spindly, carries a large satchel. “Plans changed so quickly, I didn’t realize you would—,” “Yes, yes,” Abbot Santana interrupts with a wave of his hand. “Bueno sera, signore. Bueno sera.” He points his cane at the other monk. “My attendant, Brother Virgil.” The Abbot looks Jaxton in his swimming trunks up and down. “Lucius, is you?” "I'm Jaxton, Mr. Gleason’s personal—” “Ridiculous, I see you Lucius.” He jabs the rubber tip of his cane up into Jaxton’s chest. “You make a terrible mess of things.” Mac and Jaxton exchange a look. Jaxton pleads, “Forgive me your Eminence. It was spur of the moment decision. I was caught off guard by the boy’s regal—“ “We no do ‘spur of the moment’ nonsense. Idiota!” The Abbot taps his cane, looking over the house. “Signore,” he says to Mac. “I must sit. The walk, it is long, and coming here, we were accosted by an animal.” Mac motions to his living room. “Please, your Grace.” With a flick of a switch the living room brightens and the gas fireplace is set aflame. “Can I get you something? Water? Some tea?” Virgil aids the Abbot toward the sofa. “What sort of animal accosted you?” “An animal animal. I know not what kind. Scotch, for such a cold night. Single malt, not your blended rot.” After sitting he leans toward Virgil, patting his hand. “What will you have, my dear?” Virgil murmurs he’ll have the same. “And the same for Virgil!” Jaxton follows them into the living room and sits across from the two monks in one of the black strap chairs. “I’m astonished how fast you got here.” “Your impulsiveness demanded it. But, I confess,” the Abbot takes a moment to appraise Jaxton, “it is a most pleasing form. Michelangelo never did better, eh, Brother?” Virgil eagerly nods in agreement. “Oh, bless you,” Santana says, taking a glass from Mac. Virgil also expresses gratitude, mumbling a hushed grazie. “So this Jaxton fellow. You vetted him? And he was the personal assistant of who?” He takes a sip. “Ah, bellissima. Mille grazie.” “An actor who passed away earlier today,” Mac replies, then goes back to fix himself and Jaxton a drink. Jaxton bows his head. “A tragic heart attack.” “I’m sure it was. Not induced by you, I hope.” The Abbot frowns at Jaxton. Jaxton doesn’t reply. “At least not traceable to you and one of your experiments in chemistry.” Mac brings Jaxton a bourbon. “Thank you. Nothing that would be suspicious in his already taxed circulatory system. Severely obese, doing cocaine all night—it’s not too surprising.” Jaxton takes a sip of bourbon. “In the morning he knew I wasn’t his assistant any longer, so I might have had to hurry things along a smidge,” Jaxton says with a glint of pride. “An extra little push laced in his coffee, perhaps mistaking a gram of amphetamine for a packet of Sweet n Low. Oops.” Jaxton puts his hand over his mouth. “Might I trouble you for another, signore?” Abbot Santana bows his head humbly to Mac. “A water back, I suppose wouldn’t hurt. An encore, Brother?” Virgil stammers an assent. “And another for Virgil. I suppose this accelerates things, does it not, signore?” On his way to the bar Mac replies over his shoulder, “I suppose it does. But I’m sure you both can still be accommodated.” He quickly returns with a tray of water glasses and refilled scotches, and sets them on the glass coffee table before sitting next to Jaxton. “If your Grace approves the boy’s body, my housekeeper Jesse, and if Brother Virgil is amenable to the pool man, I believe the transference can be accomplished quickly.” “I will, of course, need to test the boy’s body.” The Abbot’s wrinkled face pulls back into a painful smile. “It will be fun, Virgil, will it not? You being the older of us this go-round. It will be—what do the young brothers say?—a hoot!” The Abbot raps his cane excitedly on the floor several times. He clinks glasses with Virgil. They both take a long quaff of their drinks. “Mi scusi,” Virgil bashfully says so softly that Mac and Jaxton have to lean forward to hear him. “The p-p-pool man. I understand he has a marito—?” His voice trails off to being completely inaudible. “Speak up, Virgil!” Santana demands. Virgil clears his throat. “Si, the pool man has husband. What is to become of him?” Jaxton adds, “Tragically, he, too, might succumb to another tragic overdose.” “Only if we can watch,” chuckles the Abbot, to which the Jaxton joins in with his droll humor. “Ma—” Virgil holds an index finger in the air. “Is two overdoses too many overdoses? To the authorities, I mean?” Jaxton leans toward Virgil conspiratorially, “Not if a body isn’t found.” Virgil is confused, but quickly catches on, nodding his head with a snickers. Mac looks at his glass before taking a sip. “Thomas Price has been an addict ever since his mother kicked him out as a teenager, Lucius. I’d go down that road with caution.” Jaxton scoffs. “All I’m saying is that junkies can surprise you with their tolerance.” Jaxton waves his hand. “I know the limits of the human body. Three times the actor’s dosage—no one can survive.” Mac shrugs his shoulders, but then turns his attention to the Abbot. “Your Grace. I understand—” Mac pauses, not sure how to broach the subject. “I understand you have a…condition.” “Ah,” says the Abbot. He and Virgil share a look. “Si. A thing I pick up—” He gives Jaxton a stink eye, “—before we begin vetting more carefully. Back when we do a thing in haste.” “In Romania,” Virgil adds, bobbing his shiny head. “M-many centuries ago.” Mac leans toward the Abbot. “Will the boy…” Mac isn’t sure how to phrase it, “…inherit this condition?” “Si. Not at first, but it always come back over the years.” The Abbot starts lifting his robe. “Let this be the lesson to you, Lucius.” As he lifts his robe, he reveals a massive amount of dark body hair on his tiny frame, with a perfectly normal old man’s wrinkled penis. He continues raising his robe and above his navel, first two, then four, then six, and finally eight plump nipples run from abdomen up to chest. “I believe it was a transference in the eighteenth—” Virgil shakes his head correcting the Abbot. “—oh, si, seventeenth century. Tainted boy before we make habit of checking more thorough.” “Werewolf?” Jaxton says in disbelief, to which both Abbot and the Brother chuckle. “No, no, no. We rule out Lycanthropy,” Abbot Santana says, “long, long ago.” “Old w-wives tale,” Virgil stutters. “Wolf-man n-n-nonsense.” He clears his voice. “Supernumerary maladaptation, is science name for Abbot’s condition.” Mac leans over the coffee table and brushes one of the lower nipples with his fingertips. “Oh!” gushes the old Abbot. “Sensitive.” “And on full moons?” Jaxton asks mesmerized by the surplus of teets. “No worry about full moons.” The Abbot laughs. “But no come up and surprise me. Ah grrr!” He and the Brother exchange a laugh, playfully clawing at each other. “Only thing that brings on condition is emotions that are strong. Passion, fear, anger, et cetera, et cetera.” He turns to Jaxton and Mac with a sneer of his upper lip and a laugh. “Ah grr!” he growls at the two of them. The doorbell chimes and the four men exchange concerned looks. The Abbot drops his robe covering his nipples. They sit in silence until the chimes urgently ring several times. Santana turns to Mac. “You answer your door?” Mac warily approaches the entrance. “Yes?” He cracks it open to see who it is and Eros pushes in, knocking him backwards, holding Jesse in his arms. Jesse shades his eyes from the sudden brightness. His legs drip mud. “We need get him to a hospital.” “Eros, knock it off! I’m okay,” he says. “Just let me down.” “I need the keys to your boat.” Eros shakes Jesse in his arms, scolding him. “You need to be looked at.” “We found him on the marsh,” Tommy quickly fills over Eros. “I guess he fell through some planks. He was up to his neck, shaking, whining—” “I was in mud, T! Of course I was shaking.” “What are you talking about? Slow down.” Mac says, his hand on Eros’ chest. “Don’t tell me to slow down.” Tommy continues speaking over Eros, “He went off at the beach and didn’t come back.” He checks the back of Jesse’s head. Jesse swats his hand away. “When it got dark, we went searching for him.” Tommy points to the lounge chair in the living room. “Put him on that. We thought he got lost in the fog.” “I was lost!” “He just now is coming round. I think he was knocked out. He was dazed when we got him out.” Eros sets him on the lounge chair. He and Tommy realizes there’s others in the room. They give the monks a cursory grunt but are obsessed with Jesse. “I wasn’t knocked out. I was stuck in cold mud.” The two sit on the ottoman, fidgeting. Eros says, “See, there’s a little blood back here.” He twists Jesse’s head to show a dried patch. “Hey. I’m not a mannequin!” Jesse squawks. "Oddio!” says the Abbott rising with Virgil’s help. “The fault is ours. We are terrible—how you say—scaredy cats. Something frighten us walking from the boat. We think it an animal. We are afraid and hurry to the house. We don’t think to find out what it was.” “Apologies,” Mac says to the monks. “Eros and Tommy, this is Abbot Santana from Father Lucius’ monastery and his attendant, Brother Virgil.” Tommy and Eros give them distracted greetings. “Fortune smiles, gentlemen,” the small Abbot says, putting his hand on Eros’ bicep surreptitiously squeezing it and exchanging a gleeful look with Virgil. “No need for hospital. Brother Virgil is registered nurse. He see to your friend.” “Si, Concussion, very serious.” Virgil is again barely audible so Tommy and Eros have to lean toward him. “But he no pass out, so is good.” Virgil takes his glass of water and offers it to Jesse. Jesse grabs Eros’ forearm. “See, they heard an animal, too. It had red eyes. And before that, back at the lighthouse, I heard voices under the floor!” “He might wish something stronger,” the Abbott suggests to Mac, softly. “And, guys, someone’s writing about us!” Mac brings back a whiskey. Virgil takes it. “Here,” he whispers to Jesse. “You drink.” Jesse sips then grimaces from the taste. “Come. Once more.” Jesse takes a second reluctant sip. “Gees,” Tommy says. “You poor guy. You musta really knocked your head.” “It doesn’t sound like he was unconscious,” Mac assures Tommy and Eros. “But he could be in shock.” “Let’s get him to the shack,” Tommy suggests. “You can. But you’ve got a registered nurse right here,” Mac suggests. “Are delusions a sign of a concussion?” Eros quietly asks Virgil. “Eros. I’m right here. You know I can hear you? Jesus Christ! Sorry Father,” he says to the Abbot. “I’m cold, wet and upset, not delusional.” Jesse takes a deep breath, then adamantly states his case: “There’s voices in the lighthouse basement. There’s someone in the lighthouse who’s writing about us. And there’s some red eyed monster in the swamp.” “Just listen to yourself,” Tommy says, aggravated. "Total nut job." “He got a big conk on his head is all.” Eros says to Tommy. He scans the room and sees everyone is skeptical. “You know where you are, don’t you, Chewy?” “Of course I do,” Jesse says impatiently. Then seeing Eros clearly wants him to answer. Rolling his eyes, he says, “Okay. I’m in Mac’s living room. But there really were voices—” Tommy and Eros are nodding indulgently. He sees they’re just humoring him. “Someone was writing…In the swamp, there was—” He takes in the concerned looks of the monks, and sees Jaxton’s behind them smirking. He leans back into the lounge chair and exhales. “Okay. Forget it. I guess I am totally…” He twirls his finger around his temple. “He should stay here tonight.” Mac puts his hand on Tommy’s shoulder. “Jesse, why don’t you go upstairs, take a hot shower and wash off all that mud?” Jesse nods. He gets off the lounge chair, scowls at Tommy and Eros, then trots up the stairs. “C’mon, Eros.” Tommy elbows him. “We’ll check on him in the morning.” Eros sees the small bald monk is beaming at him adoringly. He snarls not liking that one bit. He jabs his finger at him savagely. “You just make sure he stays okay. You hear me?” Virgil cringes from Eros’ hot breath. The Abbot cuts in front of Virgil, “Oh, most definitely.” He places his hand on Eros’ chest. “We will be with him throughout the night. I assure you this.” Eros pushes off his knees and rises. He confronts Mac, poking his finger in his face. “You got Gleason airlifted. You’ll do the same for the kid if it comes to that. Got it?” “Got it,” Mac replies. His eyes shine from Eros’ insolence, but he keeps his cool. Eros and Tommy get ready to leave, but Eros turns back giving the group a last menacing look, before slamming the door. “Most unpleasant fellow,” says the Abbot. “Not for much longer,” Mac says under his breath. “Another statue of Michelangelo, eh, Brother Virgil? But the teeth, they will need repair.” Mac climbs the stairs and finds Jesse relaxing under the streaming shower. The last of the mud swirls down the drain as Mac slips off his khakis and top and joins him. He gently washes Jesse’s shoulders and back, soaping up his chest, under his arms, between his legs. Jesse unwinds in Mac’s arms. He turns the boy around and kisses his lips lightly. “I’ve so enjoyed out time together.” “Me too.” Jesse wraps his arms around the man and clutches him tightly, tasting the saltiness of his skin. Mac soaps the boy’s groin and gets a rise out of him. Jesse smiles as he’s being stroked. Mac rinses him off and turns off the shower. He grabs a warm towel and dries him. “Like our first time, isn’t it?” Mac says. He leads Jesse into his bedroom straight to the sling. Jesse eagerly climbs in letting Mac slip his legs into the straps and positioning his butt at Mac’s crotch. He places his hands above his head grasping the chains ready for Mac to slide his cockhead into him. Slipping quietly through the door, Jaxton grabs Jesse’s right hand and puts it in a restraint, while Mac quickly cuffs Jesse’s legs. “Motherfucker!” the boy shouts at the top of his lungs, thrashing wildly. Jaxton tapes his mouth with duct tape and Mac secures Jesse’s other hand. No matter how hard he bounces he’s held in place by his cuffs. Abbot Santana and Brother Virgil enter naked, Santana rubbing his hands together excitedly as Virgil sets down his satchel next to the sling. They both leer at the helpless boy, whose eyes widen in fright taking in the hairy Abbot surplus of nipples. The aged monk seems to grow taller as he bares a wolfish smile, his teeth unusually large and his ears, under dark ringlets of curls, appear pointed. His shoulders and flanks are black with thick fur as are his arms and legs. The Abbot walks between his parted legs, running his hands on the inside of Jesse’s thighs. He has grown larger than Mac and Jaxton, who close rank on either side of the hairy Abbot. They stroke the Abbot’s many nipples causing his wrinkly dick to swell to attention. As the veiny dick rises it pokes Jesse in the balls; the boy, revolted by the canine monstrosity bearing down on him, redoubles his effort to try to escape. He hollers and yells behind his tape, shaking his head, kicking his arms and legs in every direction. The sling clangs away in his frantic struggle to get away from the beast. “Can you not calm him down?” the Abbot says to Jaxton. Jaxton produces his zippered drug case and removes a hypodermic. “Hold his head to the side.” Mac presses down on Jesse’s ear so that his neck is exposed. The veins pop out prominently as Jesse strains against Mac’s hand. Jaxton finds a suitable candidate and injects the fluid. Mac releases him as Jesse coughs behind the tape, begins breathing rapidly and starts trembling violently as the drug directly hits his brain. The men around the sling watch the alteration of the young boy, from rebellious captive to writhing slut. “Virgil, we start with il cazzo. See what he can take, but mind the ruby.” Virgil, eyes lit up with excitement, pulls out a set of sounds from his satchel. Staring with one of the smaller one, he coats the silver rod with lubricant and places a drop on Jesse’s piss slit. The old attendant expertly inserts it. Jesse pumps his hips up into the sound, wanting it to penetrate him faster. “Slow, slow, child,” says the Abbot amused. “You have much time to enjoy your impaling.” Virgil holds his cock, squeezing and releasing it as the weight of the sound drills deeper into Jesse’s urethra. The tip disappears and reappears as Virgil pumps his dick. A happy look of enchantment blooms across his face as he nods to the Abbot. Virgil extracts the sound and replaces it was a much larger one that has multiple ridges. He coats the new sound and lets its weight fall much more quickly down into Jesse’s erection. Almost vanished, the Abbot grabs the tip and pulls it out and then pushes it quickly back in. He masturbates the boy from the inside out. Jesse eyes roll up in his head at the overwhelming agony and ecstasy of the sensation. Virgil coats a huge sound, one thick as his finger, and gives it to the Abbot. The Abbot removes the medium rod and attempts to insert the new gigantic one into the narrow piss slit. Just the tip is difficult for Jesse to accept, but the Abbot teases the boy’s small opening until Jesse, his eyes filled with dark cravings, pushes his pelvis to force in the sound. He can’t help himself. The pain is great but his corrupt desires are stronger. In pure anguish, notes the Abbot, he still keeps pushing up on the impaling rod. For several minutes the men watch the dance the Abbot and Jesse perform—almost out and then all the way in. It makes the boy crazed and amuses the ancient monk. He loves the exquisite torture he’s giving the boy. Mac brings over a brown bottle, uncaps it and places it under Jesse nose. Whether he’s aware or not, Jesse hits the bottle hard, and then relaxes into the sling and lets the Abbot glide the enormous sound in and out, as he shudders in the Abbot’s hand. “Magnifico,” the Abbot says, as he molests the boy. “Decidedly a masochist. We can only pray he also displays a sadistic side.” The Abbot extracts the sound and slaps Jesse’s balls. The boy spreads his legs inviting more abuse from Santana. “Stupendo,” breaths the Abbot, and continues the slapping, harder and harder, until the hand turns from palm to fist. Jesse rams his crotch into the man’s clenched hand, tears streaming from his eyes in his desire for more pain. “Molto bene. Now we fuck,” he says, leaving the sling and moving to the bed. Mac and Jaxton release Jesse’s cuffs, help him out of the sling and lead him to the Abbot. The old man sees the boy’s eyes are dark and corrupt. He plays with his many nipples to increase the young boy’s debauchery. Jesse’s dick rises at how perversity of what he’s offered. He climbs on the old man who rips the tape off his mouth to allow him to bend down and suckle the many plump choices. The Abbot writhes in delight as the boy nurses him. “Ah, ciccio. Fantastico. Sit, sit,” he says, wiggling his erection. Jesse climbs over his hips, while Brother Virgil slicks his butt with lube. Jesse lowers himself on the hairy mutant’s penis and squirms down on it. His hands on the headboard, he winces in perverted pleasure as he accepts the cock sliding inside his body. Mac strokes Jesse’s cheek and offers him another hit of poppers. Jesse grabs Mac’s hand and pulls it to his nose and hits it hard. He moans, doubling down on the Abbot’s furry crotch. Virgil lubes his own bloated cock and crawls behind the boy. He introduces his member to Jesse hole, and Jesse bends over presenting his sloppy cunt to the Brother. Virgil happily grinds himself in, rubbing his cock against the Abbot’s. Jesse feels his sphincter incredibly stretched as he maniacally pounds his hips against the two old perverts. He gives in to the foul scene and pinching the nipples of the abnormality below him. Santana pants, his tongue lolling to the side, a long red tongue. His pace of fucking his cock into the boy grows faster as the boy pinches his nipples harder. He snarls, grabs Jesse’s head and gnaws at his neck, growls viciously and explodes his load into the boy. The slick wet hole triggers Virgil, knowing the Abbot sperm engulfs his cock. Jesse growls himself and bites the Abbot’s neck in return. He rubs his hand up and down the Abbot’s chest and abdomen, pinching them pitilessly till the Abbot howls in pain. The pure depravity of the act makes Jesse cum all over the Abbot many teets. He rubs his sperm into the old man’s pelt. Looking down into the Abbot’s face, he sees blood red eyes glowering back at him. The Abbot bares his fangs, growls hungrily at the boy, quite ready to devour his soul.

I rolled off his still body. He was still breathing , which made my cock twitch as if it knew the fun wasn't over. The kid knew what he was getting, he'd said as much in his emails and I knew my account was untraceable, besides, my tag was telling everyone I was still tucked in at home. My hand was groping my cock, absent mindedly probing my piss slit with my little finger. I'd been sounding earlier and it was still gaping wide open. With my other hand I pulled the speedos off the kid, who was still lying prone on the floor. His hole gaped back at me, like an old whore's. It was leaking all kinds of fluids: cum, blood, maybe some piss. He'd clearly been well used tonight. An opportunity flicked into my mind, I'd need to make a small sacrifice but it would be worth it. As I played with my cock and his gaping trench, the kid began to stir. I played the kindly helper, letting him sit up and offering a little stimulation to perk him up. He didn't seem to remember what had just happened and seem to have no clue about the wrestling meet that we'd arranged. Instead, I picked him up in my arms and carried him through to his bedroom, sitting him down on my belly on his own bed. He was instantly attracted to my cock, rubbing it through my speedos which we quickly took off. In time, he swung himself round to face it, making it easier to play with. His two hands could just about get round my cock head and he became as fascinated with my open piss-slit as I was with his gaping chute. As I probed him with my hand, his finger began to probe inside my cock and pretty soon he was able to get his whole finger in, and his own clitty cock grew hard. Watching this wasted bag of skin and bone pleasure himself while feeding my piss slit and marooned on my top of the foodchain body was getting me seriously turned on. "Feed your clit into my cock" "What?" "Your maggot cock. It's no thicker than your finger." He understood and pulled off my hand to lower his cocklet over my raging hardon. The scene was incredible, like some monster walrus being offered a tiny morsel of fish. He was shaky at first but soon steadied and I felt him at my entrance. he was stiff, with abut 3 inches, which is much smaller than some of the shit I've had up my piss slit, but he slid in easy and the kid was flexible enough to set up a rocking motion: he was fucking my bull cock and getting pretty heated. I started a cock flex on each of his out-stokes which was enough to give him a good squeeze though in my head I was crushing this puny intruder. He kept it up for a few minutes and I was able to put my fingers back in him until his body went rigid and I felt him pumping a small amount of his useless DNA into my greedy cock before collapsing between my thighs, my cock drooling into his body as he lay upon it. "My turn", I thought

It presses my buttons hard. Consensual adult dad/son fucking and breeding is beautiful.

If both parties are willing, it can be a beautiful thing. I am very pro gay incest.