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V. The Affirmation of the Blood The Brother Physician felt for a vein in the young man’s tightly muscled arm, and drew a vial of shining, crimson blood. This would be spirited away in secret to a lab, in the care of a Brother employed there, who was entrusted with some of the Chapter’s most sensitive secrets. For the Conversions that are the sacred heart of the Tradition must never be identified by the “authorities” or publicly recorded. The Brother Technician worked into the night, keeping the lab windows covered in dark cloth. A centrifuge whirred and sensitive instruments flickered to life. A laser printer heaved a sigh and spat forth a page full of cryptic scripture. What was produced there, known in prosaic terms as a lab report, was in fact, in the religious rites of the Brothers, a Baptismal certificate. Three more nights passed and the Initiate’s agony began to ease. He still had a moderate fever but he was completely conscious and his appetite had returned, enough to eat light meals. More importantly, his sexual drive was beginning to stir again. The Brother Medic smiled knowingly when, late at night, he observed the natural rhythms of the young man’s Member, stiffening and relaxing under the blanket. The Initiate felt a glorious, delicious desire, tinged with the knowledge that his Cock was now endowed with an awesome new power. Thinking of how he would soon carry out the duties of Manhood caused his heart to pound and his penis to swell. Brothers stopped by regularly to help the patient pass his days. They spoke of insignificant things, but also began to mix in light innuendo and sexual banter, the stock in trade of chatter in the Chapter House halls. A Brother known for his Daddy tendencies (he often sported a leather harness, even under his ritual robes, across his massive, furred chest) sat on the edge of the bed. The warmth and humor in his deep baritone voice were a balm to the Initiate’s ears. The man would jokingly punch the boy’s shoulder to punctuate an anecdote, once stroking his cheek in a light, affectionate way when wishing him a speedy recovery. Soon the innocent touch began to extend farther down the lad’s chest as he lay under a light cover. Not surprisingly, the Initiate’s loins responded and his manhood stirred, a blanketed mountain rising above his groin. The elder Brother continued his explorations southward, now lifting the blanket and gently caressing the young man’s endowment. Daddy Brother now dropped all pretense of mere joking. Lowering his face in earnest, he freed and grasped the throbbing young cock, which was flush and burning with fever. The older man’s lips and tongue were desperately hungry, straining to extract an offering of rare and exquisite value. For at this moment, the Initiate was ready to produce his first fertile ejaculation, teeming with fresh, young viral life. Daddy’s work was skilled and efficient, and in mere moments reached its conclusion. The fluid that was brought forth was thick, viscous and plentiful, the product of weeks of retention – of a tawny, mushroom color, with a correspondingly fecund and foresty flavor. In spasms that went on for nearly two minutes, the lad’s overflowing testes delivered a prodigious bounty, and the older man eagerly devoured it, taking the boy’s cockhead deep in his throat where it ejaculated directly into his guts. Brother Medic sat in a corner of the room, smiling tolerantly and lightly stroking his own crotch as he watched the lovemaking. This was an unplanned visit, not an official part of the Ritual, but still an important and necessary experience for a new Brother. The young man sat upright in bed, sweating anew, his eyes wide in shock and wonder, suddenly aware of what had happened. The older man smiled as he wiped his lips. “Congratulations, Brother. Your first toxic load.” As the flood of post-orgasmic release and satisfaction swept over the Initiate, he was filled with a deep sense of pride. A new chapter in his life was beginning. What splendid adventures awaited him! He would prime this, his newly endowed weapon, taking aim at desirable prey and harvesting them for the pleasures of the Brotherhood and the glory of His Dark Lordship. The first fingers of dawn were spreading across the sky as the Brother Technician finished his work. He secreted away the precious document, switched off the instruments and carefully returned the lab to its untouched state. Using hacking skills taught him by a Brother Coder, he logged into the university security system and wiped the record of his visit. He made his way back to the Chapter House, cutting through the campus. Out of the corner of an eye he noticed two furtive figures lurking between the statue of the University’s beloved late President (himself a secret Brother) and a bushy grove. Two fresh-faced young men were locked in passionate embrace, their hands wandering over each other, grasping desperately at the straining denim of bulging crotches. The Brother Technician smiled knowingly and affectionately at this expression of tender young love. The boys, lithe and athletic, caught his eye. Startled, they made as if to run away. But the Brother, schooled in the art of Mesmer, cast a powerful glance and they froze in their tracks. The moment was too brief, the distance too great, to apply the full hypnotic power with which the Brother had captured many a young soul. Though he was unable to cast the full Spell of Conversion Lust, he felt he had planted a seed. He would not be at all surprised if these two turned up at the Chapter House door one day, their young loins burning with the desire for Infection. He rounded the corner where the campus chapel stood by the student health center, and shivered in a sudden cold wave. These two edifices were hateful symbols of the enemies of the Brotherhood: Christianity, destroyer of ancient Pagan cultures and sexual freedom; and Medicine, dedicated to the senseless eradication of our beautiful Virus. Medicine had created the poison of HIV “treatment” that rips a hole in the heart of the Brotherhood. And, in a tragedy of immense proportions, in recent years the evil sect of Doctors had committed an act of sheer brutality, creating a potion that poisons men’s bodies against Conversion. The Brothers refuse to speak the poison’s four-letter name aloud, spitting in contempt as they refer to “the P word.” In the face of this enemy, their mission is more urgent than ever. They must work twice as hard to bring new men into the fold, lest their race become extinct. Entering an access code that silently opened a windowless gate in a high, spiked wall, the Brother passed into a cobblestoned courtyard, reaching the imposing Gothic portico of the Chapter House. The High Priest had given instructions to wake him, whatever the hour, with the glad tidings. The Technician hurried through a maze of halls, stairs and chambers to the Priest’s sumptuous quarters, tapped the secret knock, and delivered the precious testament into his superior’s hands. The Priest accepted the paper and examined it. After a moment’s contemplation, he closed his eyes reverently. The Brother Technician joined him in a moment of prayerful thanksgiving. The scroll bore a verse of the holiest scripture: HIV-1 INFECTION CONFIRMED BY PCR TEST. VIRAL RNA DETECTED AT 2.1 MILLION COPIES/mL. All hail to Him who giveth death-life. (To be continued)

Mr. Hatcher was in his early 50’s. Overweight at least he thought he was. Hairy. He lusted after Jarod the 21 year old dark haired guy with a bubble butt. Hatcher loved to smoke the “T”. But always smoked alone. Then would jerk off. He hadn’t had sex in a two years since he and his long term partner split after 23 years. Jarod was straight with a girlfriend. Hatcher knew that Jarod liked to smoke weed. But wasn’t sure if Jarod would smoke meth. After witnessing Jarod and his girlfriend arguing outside. Hatcher approached the young man and said. “I’m sorry”. “I’m sure you will be able to work things out.” Jarod replied “No.” “I found out she was cheating on me with my now ex best friend.” “It’s most definitely over.” “Why don’t you come over.” Hatcher said. “Have a drink.” “Smoke a little.” Jarod feeling angry and upset said. “Ok.” Jarod went over to Hatcher’s place. Wearing a tank top and shorts and a cap. Hatcher noticed his ass crack when Jarod went to sit down. No belt Hatcher thought. He gave Jarod a beer. Jarod downed it. And had two more. Hatcher lit up his pipe and shared it with Jarod. Who took a hit and realized that it wasn’t pot. But liked it and took another hit before passing it back to Hatcher. Slowly the young man was buzzed from the three beers. Had one more. And kept smoking with Hatcher. Jarod was feeling hot and sweaty. Hatcher suggested he take off his shirt.” Jarod reluctantly agreed to do so. Then started smoking again. Hatcher started rubbing the young man!s shoulders and back. “Let’s go into the bedroom.” Hatcher suggested. “Best way to get a massage.” Once in the bedroom. Hatcher instructed Jarod to take off his shorts. He did. Hatcher rubbed oil on his back and began to massage him. Jarod was smoking the pipe while Hatcher kept massaging his back. Hatcher started rubbing his lower back. Slowly pushing down Jarod’s boxer briefs, until they were off of him. Jarod was at this point too drunk and high to know what was about to happen. Hatcher stopped took off his clothes. Jarod saw and asked “what are you doing?” Hatcher replied “I’m hot myself.” Hatcher placed his hand on Jarod!s right cheek and started to massage him. Jarod took another hit of the pipe. Hatcher started to eat out his ass. Which got a moan from Jarod. Slowly the older man started to finger, then fist Jarod who tried struggling but to high and drunk to stop Hatcher. Hatcher was hard. He moved towards Jarod and forced his dick into the young man’s mouth. “Suck it like your bitch sucked your dick.” Jarod did has he was told and sucked him. Hatcher then took his dick out of Jarrod’s mouth flipped him on his back and pushed is dick into Jarrod’s ass. Jarrod kept struggling to break free. But being drunk and high he had no chance of doing so.”fuck” Hatcher shouted has he was deep inside the young man. Slapping his balks against Jarrod’s ass. Jarrod saw he was hard to. Thanks to the massage from Hatcher. Jarod saw Hatcher’s face. He was about to cum. Jarrod whispered “please don’t cum inside me.” But it was too late. Hatcher groaned and let out a breath. Shooting his build up two year old loads deep inside the young man. Hatcher collapsed on top of Jarrod and fell asleep. Jarrod couldn’t budge him at all. And had no choice but have to for Hatcher to wake up. Which he did three hours later. Then fucked Jarrod again.

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.

Part 46: Who's Your Daddy? (Will's Perspective) “I just want to fuck everything,” Lewis told us. “Actually, I just want anyone to fuck me.” We were all at Doctor Wade’s office. Peter came with Doctor Wade. I picked up Lewis and then Dom. It was a Saturday, meaning we were alone. It had been several weeks since we got the call from Peter, telling us that Lewis had started converting. While we all knew that had been the goal, I guess we hadn’t fully prepared to jump into action once his body accepted his new poz status. “His parents can’t find out,” I told Dom. “Wade is on his way to help,” Dom told me. “How is that going to make sense to them?” “Peter told me that he’s going to say that you told him about Wade.” “Does that make sense?” “It’s gonna have to,” he told me. In all the chaos, Dom and I had forgotten about his question to me. At least, it seemed as if Dom had forgotten. “Will,” he said, gasping for a final breath as he climaxed, “will you marry me?” It hadn’t registered at first. In that moment, nothing felt real. He had just told me that he was going back on his medication. At one point in his life, he had been determined to ride his HIV status all the way to full blown AIDS. I suppose I had always known this. I’d read enough about chasers and gifters to know the deal. I’d seen thousands of poz videos where the men cried out, “Give me all your fucking AIDS!” It took the desire for the strain to a new level. While I had never sought out to be poz, everyone around me had. They wanted this. They lusted after the freedom it provided. They wanted the rush knowing their cum was toxic and deadly. Yes, it gave me a rush too. I loved unloading in Pastor Kline, Peter, Lewis, and Ryan, knowing my cum could transform their bodies. I loved fucking my father, knowing just as he had given me life, I was giving him, in the eyes of many, death. My dick was a weapon, and I loved using it. It wasn’t until Dom told me that he was going to avoid, or at least postpone, this ultimate fate that it fully set in the life I was living. And while it did scare me for a moment, I couldn’t deny the pleasure I also found within this knowledge. Dom had done his duty. The tally marks on his arms proved this. Now, it was my turn to take up the responsibility. It’s what I wanted… wasn’t it? Could I even do what Dom did? Was it possible? Not with my job, I thought. Not living like I was, hiding in the shadows. So many of us were. Peter had escaped, but we’d seen the aftermath. It wasn’t pretty. Still, I found myself jealous of him. Many nights I’d lie awake and think about how I’d blow up my life. I imagined announcing my status as a gay, poz man in church, watching as everyone exploded in shock and awe. Maybe I’d run down to Dom, kissing him. The worst idea I had was to record Dom and I fucking just so I could “accidentally” show it during a service. This idea I scrapped quickly. Still, something inside me knew I couldn’t live in the shadows any longer. Lewis needed to keep it a secret until he was in a better place, less dependent on his family. Perhaps in college he’d manage. He needed to distance himself from Peter so that no investigation started, possibly pulling us into the madness. Ryan was the same, though Pastor Kline would help him as much as possible. Would Mrs. Kline figure out that not only her son was gay but also her husband? I think In Pastor Kline’s wildest dreams he wanted to run off with Ryan, finding another man to fuck them both. But what about me? What was I going to do, especially now that Dom had asked me to marry him? We had held our breaths in the hours that followed Peter’s phone call. What would happen with Lewis? Would his parents take him to the hospital? Would Wade be able to persuade them otherwise? Was everything about to come crashing down around us? Dom and I drove to Wade’s apartment and waited with Peter. He answered the door naked, his cock hard and leaking. It was somewhat funny watching Peter pace the room. He looked like a man waiting to see if his wife had given birth to a healthy baby. In a way, this is exactly what was happening. Peter had been the one to take Lewis’s virginity. He had been the one to pull Lewis into this life, into the desire to be poz. In many ways, Lewis was giving birth to a new phase in his life, and Peter was responsible for it. Maybe, once he’s away from his parents, Lewis will join Peter and Wade, acting as a thruple. Hours later, Wade called us. “He’s definitely converting,” Wade told us. “I’ve given him some medicine to help him through, though I told his parents I’d check in on him again tomorrow.” “And they’re believing you?” I asked. “I told them I’m a friend of yours,” Wade said. “I told them I make house calls, and I think they bought it. Just hearing your name had them trusting me immediately.” That kind of made me sick in my stomach, the idea that Lewis’s parents trusted me, and believed I was a good man, when, in reality, I was one of the men making sure their son was going to be infected by HIV. I also hated that this idea also made me hard. “Luckily, he doesn’t look too bad,” Wade said. “The kid will feel like shit for a few days, but it’s looking a lot like the flu. He’s lucky.” “We all are,” I said. “That could have exposed all of us.” “New rule,” Dom said, “no fucking anyone under the age of twenty-one. Not right now. It’s too risky.” “I make no promises,” Peter said. “I can’t contain this cobra.” He grabbed his bulge and squeezed. “What can I say. Something about those young men just get me going.” “Thanks for the help, Wade,” Dom said. “No problem. I managed to suck Lewis off when his parents weren’t looking. The kid has got some delicious cum. I’m looking forward to tomorrow’s visit.” A few days later Lewis was feeling better, but another call came through, this time from Pastor Kline. “I just got a call from Ryan,” he told us. “He’s really sick. I think he’s converting.” “Anything you want us to do?” we asked. “No, we’ll be fine,” he said. “I’ve rented a room near the college. My wife wanted to come, but I told her I’d manage. His roommate thinks he has the flu, so I said I’d watch over Ryan at the motel so his roommate doesn’t get sick.” “Let us know if you need anything.” “We’ll be fine,” Pastor Kline said. “I’m just happy to be the one there to care for him. He is my little boy.” Pastor Kline kept us updated. Ryan’s conversion was rougher than Lewis’s, but he managed. From what Pastor Kline told us, it didn’t take long for him to ride his son’s poz cock multiple times, milking him of the family batter. We knew Pastor Kline wouldn’t want to leave Ryan, finally having the sexual relationship with his son that he had always wanted. Within a short time, two new members of our brotherhood joined, toxic loads building up in their youthful bodies. If their youth didn’t give them sexual energy, this new sexual drive in their bodies would, almost driving them crazy. “I keep getting hard in the locker room,” Lewis told us. “I just want to jump on all their cocks and start riding.” His sex drive was through the roof, an issue we managed to control by regular visits to my office at the church. His parents thought he was volunteering, and he was… sort of. He was volunteering his ass to Dom and me, and we made sure to fill him up to the point of him bursting. “I can’t wait till I get to college,” he told us after a long session of fucking. We were all on the floor, naked, covered in sweat and cum. Pastor Kline had joined us, making sure to drink down all the piss he could manage. “You were born to be a slut whore,” Dom said, slapping his ass which had a trail of cum leaking out. “You’ll convert half the campus.” “If I’m lucky,” Lewis said, sticking his fingers into his sticky hole and scooping out a glob of our cum. He licked his fingers. “I’m going to miss having you guys around to fuck me, though.” “You’ll find other tops,” I said. “Trust me. You never know who wants to secretly fuck your ass.” “From what Ryan has told me,” Pastor Kline started, “he’s already found someone near his college to fuck.” “Another student?” “A married man,” Pastor Kline told us. “Four kids. A controlling wife. He’s a lawyer, I think.” “A married lawyer,” Dom said. “I like the way your son thinks. Maybe we’ll give him a weekend visit.” “He’ll be coming up to visit next weekend,” Pastor Kline said. “He’s excited to see everyone.” Now, here we were, in Doctor Wade’s office, all of us collected together for the first time since we fucked at Peter’s house. So much time had passed, and so many men had converted. Lewis was getting tests done along with Ryan. We’d wanted to test and see who their actual gifters were, something we hadn’t done for Pastor Kline or Peter. We didn’t care, but Ryan and Lewis wanted to know. They had managed to get samples collected beforehand, but they wanted us all together for the announcement. “Everyone here?” a voice called from the hall. Pastor Kline and Ryan entered, another man following behind them. He was a tall man, muscular, with an intensity I’d only ever seen in Dom. Though Dom was still bigger, this other man could easily hold his own ground. “We brought a guest,” Ryan said, motioning to the man. “This is Graham.” Graham nodded to us, smiling. “Hello,” he said, his voice low. “I hope I’m not crashing anything.” “That depends,” Peter said. “Are you here to fuck?” We all laughed at Peter’s brazen question. “I’m ready when you are,” he said. “I’m all cleaned out and ready to go.” “You’re a bottom?” Doctor Wade asked. “Sure am,” he said, wrapping an arm around Ryan, pulling him into his arms. “I’m a cumdump whore for this man right here.” “That’s so fucking hot,” Peter said. “But he will fuck you if you ask politely,” Pastor Kline said. “He’s got a great, uncut cock. I can see how he’s fathered four kids.” “They made me the middle of a Kline sandwich,” Graham said, reaching out and grabbing Pastor Kline’s ass. “Never thought I’d fuck a pastor’s ass. “Tell me about it,” Dom said, grabbing mine. Ryan told us about how he and Graham had met, Ryan getting an internship at the office where Graham worked. “I noticed Graham straight away,” Ryan said. “I got hard immediately, but I tried not to be obvious.” “He didn’t do a good job,” Graham told us. “I saw him checking me out, so I worked to give him something to look at.” “You’ve never seen an ass like his in gray dress pants,” Ryan said. “Finally, I cornered him in the copier room,” Graham said. “It was like something straight out of a porno.” “I fucked his ass right there,” Ryan said. “I pressed his face down on the copier as I flooded his ass.” “I’ve got the scan hidden in my desk,” Graham said. “You can see my eyes rolling back in my head.” They told us about fucking in Graham’s office while he was on a Zoom call, how they fucked in his bed, almost getting caught by his wife. “It just makes the sex hotter,” Graham said. “I love riding Ryan’s cock on my wife’s side of the bed.” “He also likes to wear her thongs when I do,” Ryan said. “Hugs his ass just right.” “What kind of lawyer are you?” I asked. “I work a lot with divorce cases,” he said. “We’ll be talking later,” Peter said. “I’ll fuck you while we figure out how to best drop my ex-wife.” “Sounds good,” Graham said. “I heard about you. I’m excited to see just how much cum I can milk out of those balls of yours.” “Calm down, everyone,” Doctor Wade said, returning to us, papers in hand. “I’ve got the results.” “Tell us,” Peter said. “Tell us who their daddies are.” “Well, not just them,” Doctor Wade said. “I tested you, too.” “Me?” Peter asked. “Thought I might as well,” Wade said. “Some of the samples I collected after you converted I sent away weeks ago. I just saved the information.” “And?” “Well,” Wade started, “Looks like Dom can add another tally to his arm if he wants.” “Who?” “Lewis,” Wade said. Lewis looked at Dom and smiled. “Told you I was going to make your ass mine,” Dom said. “You rode my cock like your life depended on it.” “And I want another go,” Lewis told him. “And what about Peter and Ryan?” “Well,” Wade started again, “looks like Peter and Ryan are brothers with Jay.” The room was silent, everyone turning to look at me. “Congrats, Will,” Doctor Wade said. “It’s triplets.” “Me?” I asked, looking at them all. I couldn’t believe it. First, I found out I was the one to poz Jay, and I’d only started to get over that shock. While he and I were on speaking terms, we were still working to smooth out the issues that remained between us. But now, I was also the gifter to both Peter and Ryan. I looked at them, seeing two strong, sexy men. Men who I fucked. Men who I bred. Men who I infected with my toxic cum. My cock became hard. “Maybe I should give my hole to him first,” Graham said, eyeing me. “Sounds like his cock gets the job done.” “Congrats, babe,” Dom said, kissing me. His hand rested on my chest, right over my heart and my tattoo. “Thanks for the charge, daddy,” Peter said, winking at me. “Don’t call me that,” I told him, laughing. “You’re older than I am.” “Just think,” Peter said, grabbing his crotch, massaging his bulge, “all the asses I infect from now on are all because of you.” “Not just me,” I told him. “Because of Dom.” “That’s true,” Pastor Kline said. “We wouldn’t be here without Dom.” Everyone cheered for him, Dom’s face growing red from embarrassment. “Thank you. Thank you. I work hard at fucking lives up.” He looked at me, his smile fading slightly. “With that said, I’d like to announce that I will be officially hanging up my gifter title.” “What do you mean?” Ryan asked. “You’re not gonna fuck anymore?” “Fuck no,” Dom said. “Of course, I’m gonna keep fucking. You can’t stop me. I mean, come on, have you seen Will’s ass.” They laughed. “No,” Dom said, “what I mean is that I’ve started on medication that will, after some time, make me undetectable.” “Why?” Lewis asked. “Because I’ve been gifting long enough,” he said. “And while I love it, there’s someone I love more.” Dom kissed me, holding me close. “I want to be here for a long time, and if medication allows that, and allows me to keep fucking all of you, then it’s what I want.” “Which means,” Doctor Wade said, looking at Lewis, “that you will be the last ass Dom converts.” “Wow,” Lewis said. He looked at Dom, smiling. “Thank you, sir. I’m honored.” “You better be,” Dom said. “I’m expecting you to convert dozens of men with that ass of yours.” “Oh, I will,” Lewis said. “No one will be able to stop me.” “But my legacy lives on,” Dom said, looking at us all. “It isn’t just what’s here.” He ran his hand along the tally mark tattoo. “It’s everyone here. You’re all a bunch of fucked up fuckers who can’t stop fucking, and those are the kind of men I want carrying my strain forever.” “We won’t let you down,” Peter said. He looked from Dom to me. “Either one of you.” “And with that said,” Dom continued, “there is another announcement to be made.” “Another announcement?” Pastor Kline asked. “Did your dad convert?” Peter asked me. “Not yet,” I told him. “Jay has been riding our dad’s cock almost every day, so it’s only a matter of time.” “Jay and your dad,” Pastor Kline said, massaging his own bulge. “Now, that’s a sight to see.” “It’s about us,” Dom said, still holding me close. “I asked Will to marry me.” Everyone was silent, their eyes growing wide. “You proposed?” Peter asked. “I thought you told me you weren’t the marrying type,” Doctor Wade said, smiling. “I wasn’t,” Dom said. “The only thing I lived for was fucking and converting men. That’s all I ever wanted to do. That’s all I ever thought about. I was a walking biohazard sign, ready to infect, ready to convert neg holes into toxic cumdumps. But then, I met Will, and things changed. I fucked him because he’s hot, because he’s a pastor and I loved the idea of corrupting him.” “Which you did,” I said. “Which I did,” Dom continued. “And I really thought that would be the end of it. A poz gay man fucks and converts a straight pastor. Sounds like bad porn, but I did it. And I kept doing it. I kept coming back to Will, again and again. And he kept coming back to me.” I watched as Dom spoke. I remembered the dangerous animal I had seen in him when he fucked me, converting me. While that part of him still existed, I now saw something different in him. Just like the night he proposed, I saw someone capable of delicate, passionate love, a love he wanted to give to me. And only me. “That voice that’s been in my head,” Dom continued, “that voice that tells us to fuck, to hunt down men to convert, it brought me to Will. After him, the voice started to change. At first, it tried to pull me away from him, but, after time, the voice fell silent. Instead, I heard a new voice. Will’s voice. Before I knew it, Will was a part of my life. Before I knew it, Will became my life. I couldn’t imagine my life without him. I love him, and he loves me. He was no longer the pastor I corrupted. He was the man who entered my life and made me want to continue living as long as possible.” I saw tears in Dom’s eyes, and I realized that I had never seen Dom cry before. He’d seen me, though most of that was because his cock threatened to tear me open every time he fucked me. This was different. Dom wasn’t the mythical man, the poz top fucking and converting every man he met. No. Dom was different now. Somehow, he was stronger now than ever before. “But what did you say?” Peter asked, looking at me. I smiled. “I said yes.” __________________________________________________________________________________________ A bit sappy, but I couldn't help it. More to cum.

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.

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

I'll top all kinds of guys when we're feeling good about doing it and got the chance. Otters and bears are hot though, if I'm at a club or looking on an app they're the guys I'm usually going to go to. Love a guy with some good body hair and beard. Slim, chunky or muscle is cool. Can't tell you the exact thing that gets me in to a guy, it varies, but those things always help. A nice hairy butt and hole are always hot, so definitely more an otter or bear kinda guy for me. But I also love a sexy daddy. And some of the older ones have super fuckable butts, the kind that feel like they melt around you as you slide your dick in. The first guy like this I topped without a condom was amazing. He felt so hot and sexy around me. I had to keep slowing down so I didn't cum in him too soon. Handsome guy I'd say yes to in any situation, but wow, his hole is something else. You can tell he's been topped so many times his hole can take a dick with zero resistance, but it's still so hot, tight and intimate. I've been lucky and met a small number of guys with holes like this and they've mostly been hot older daddies, the kind of guy who have been getting topped a lot for years.

Went to a gay bar in Playa Del Carmen when in Cancun for Spring Break. It had a back room that was dark and you could do whatever. I was dancing with this hot Mexican boy who said he wanted to fuck me and led me back in there and he bred me, cumming in me twice. There were quite a few guys in the fucking and looking including Anglos on spring break. After the guy finished I started taking loads from guys back in there and fucked a couple too. Was all raw. Took loads from probably seven or eight guys including the boy who led me in there…probably a dozen or more loads in about three hours. Was so hot hearing guys begging for cum and loads, knowing they got what they wanted.

Patient 3: Ed If there was one thing Ed hated, it was hospitals. He’d had tuberculosis as a kid, which caused his parents to ship him off to the Adirondack Cottage Sanitarium for almost a year. He was only five years old, forced to spend the year away from family and friends while surrounded by the sick and the dying. It was a miracle that he’d been able to survive at all, and once he returned home, he swore he’d never set foot in another hospital again. His time away made him feel like a stranger in his own family. Of course, this was only made worse by the realization that he liked boys a hell of a lot more than girls. At least he had the sense to keep that bit to himself. Aside from some careful experimentation with some of the boys at his prep school, he played his part perfectly–dating girls, sleeping around, and, in the case of his wife Helen, getting married. Like him, Helen came from a wealthy New York family. They met while Ed was studying for his law degree at Columbia University and got married immediately after graduation. He’d done the respectable thing, marrying and popping out a couple of kids before the age of 30. But his real life lay just beneath the surface, like the seedy underbelly of the city. The regular visits to the bathhouse to blow off some steam after work. The boys trips to the Adirondacks for a week of naked fun. The secret apartment on the Upper West Side where he took his conquests when he wanted a little bit of privacy. Helen didn’t know anything about all that, of course. To her, he was the perfect husband–a lawyer, father, and for the last seven years, a congressman representing Manhattan’s East Side. But now Helen was sick, hospitalized with some sort of ailment that meant that Ed had to break his 50-year vow and step foot into the one place he swore he’d never go. “You sure you don’t want me to call the kids?” he asked as she lay shivering in the hospital bed. “Maybe Susan can come and be with you.” She pursed her lips. “For heaven’s sake, Ed. I need you. Man up!” He bristled. She had some nerve asking him to come here and then insulting his manhood. There was a knock at the door. A doctor stood in the doorway with a pen and a clipboard. “Helen Green?” Ed’s wife sat up in bed, using tremendous effort to do so. “Do you know what’s wrong with me? What did the tests show?” The doctor put his pen behind his ear and frowned. “Your white blood cell count is high. Now, this is usually a sign that your body is fighting off some kind of infection. Unfortunately, we can’t determine what that infection is. You’ve tested negative for tuberculosis, your lungs are fine, we’ve ruled out allergies…” “Surely there are other tests you can run,” said Ed. “We certainly pay you people enough.” The doctor cleared his throat. “We’ve been seeing some cases with similar symptoms to yours in the last couple of years. Now, you’re not the usual demographic for this sort of thing, but I have to ask… do you think there’s any chance you might have come into contact with someone suffering from AIDS?” Ed’s face went red with anger. “Are you kidding? You think my wife has AIDS? What the hell kind of doctor are you, accusing her of such a thing!” Helen put her hand on Ed’s. “Honey, please calm down.” The doctor raised his hands. “I’m not trying to insinuate anything. We’re still not entirely sure how this thing spreads. It’s possible you could have caught it in passing–sharing a drink with someone who was infected, or-” “Absolutely not,” said Ed. “Hold on a minute,” said Helen. “I don’t even know what we’re talking about here. AIDS, did you say? What even is that?” The doctor raised his eyebrows. “You haven’t heard of AIDS?” She laughed in disbelief. “Well, I’m not a medical expert. Why would I know about all the various diseases out there?” “AIDS is a virus that attacks the immune system,” explained the doctor. “We’ve seen it mostly in intravenous drug users and… homosexuals.” Ed’s face went white. He could feel Helen’s eyes turn towards him. “That’s it,” he said firmly. “First you accuse my wife of having AIDS, now you accuse her of using drugs. I want you out of here and I want a different doctor working on her case.” “But-” “Now!” The doctor sighed, then left the room. Ed turned to Helen, his face flush with anger. “Can you believe him? Accusing you of-” “What is he talking about?” Her voice was quiet but serious. “Hm? What did he mean it attacks the immune system?” “It doesn’t matter because you don’t have it.” “But Ed-” “It’s probably Lyme disease! Remember that tick bite you had in the Hamptons a few years ago? You’ve probably been sick this whole time and the doctors just missed it.” “Ed-” “Tell them to test for Lyme disease. I’m going home.” He grabbed his coat. “I’ll call Susan and tell her to come visit you as soon as possible.” “I don’t want to bother-” “She’s our daughter. She’ll do what I tell her to.” Ed left in a hurry, his head pounding. The nerve of that fucking doctor. He should have known better than to make such baseless accusations against a US congressman. Ed would have his medical license, he’d make sure of it. He left his daughter a voicemail when he got home, telling her to get to the hospital as soon as possible to take care of her mother. Then he took a shower and went to bed, hoping to put this mess behind him for good. He awoke early in the morning covered in sweat, his body aching considerably. This had been happening more and more lately, probably due to stress. After all, it wasn’t easy representing the American people on a daily basis. First thing Monday morning he would have to be back in his New York office, hard at work drafting a new piece of legislation to repeal environmental protections. Then he was due back in DC the week after to present the bill to committee. Tonight, however, was a special treat. One Saturday night each month, Ed and a small group of influential power brokers would meet at a different location for a bit of revelry and fun. They always got the call at noon the day of, telling them where and when to be. They took turns arranging the entertainment for the night, finding various boys at the baths who wanted a bit of cash in exchange for a night of being used by New York’s finest. Just another perk of being the nation’s servant. Then noon came and went without a phone call. Concerned, he considered phoning his friend Bill and asking for the cause of the delay, but he didn’t want to appear desperate. Appearances still mattered, even for occasions such as these. But by 5 o’clock, he began to get worried. He needed to release some tension now more than ever. He couldn’t risk missing out on the night’s event just because someone forgot to phone him. So he dialed Bill’s private line and waited for a response. He could hear the sound of the phone getting picked up, then silence. “Hello? Bill, are you there?” He heard a sigh. “Tell me it isn’t true, Ed.” Ed’s blood ran cold. “What are you talking about? What have you heard?” “You know the rules. We decided as a group when this whole thing began. If any one of us got sick, we’d be out. No exceptions.” “I don’t know what you heard, but you’re wrong. I’m not sick. I’m not!” “Then why does Helen have AIDS?” Ed scoffed. “Who told you that? The doctor? He doesn’t know what he’s talking about! She’s got Lyme disease, I’m telling you-” “Helen called me herself. She got the test back this morning. It’s AIDS, Ed. And if she has it, you have it.” “You son of a bitch. I’m telling you, she’s wrong. I don’t have AIDS!” “Goodbye, Ed.” “Wait!” Ed gripped the phone tightly. “You can’t kick me out. I know too much.” “Oh, Ed.” Bill laughed. “You know that won’t work. We got your collateral, remember? To prevent exactly this kind of thing.” Ed cursed himself. Of course, that photo with the young man from Rochester. He’d even posed for it willingly, certain it was all just a lark. They’d never actually have to use it. What a fool he’d been. “Oh, and if you know what’s good for you, you might want to consider resigning.” He scoffed. “Excuse me?” “Think about what’s best for the country, Ed. No one wants a congressman with AIDS.” The sound of the dial tone filled his ears. He hung up the phone, his face slack with shock. How could this be happening to him? He didn’t have AIDS–he couldn’t have it. There had to be some kind of mistake. He picked up the phone and dialed the hospital. He needed to sort this mess out with Helen before it went any further. “Mount Sinai, how can I help you?” “I need to talk to my wife, Helen Green. She’s in room 815.” “One moment.” He waited with bated breath. Then he heard his daughter’s voice. “She doesn’t wanna talk to you, Dad.” “Put your mother on the phone, Susan. Now.” “Dad, no. She needs to rest-” “Dammit, Susan! I am your father, you will obey me!” Susan scoffed. “Are you kidding me? After what you did to her, you’re trying to hold onto the moral high ground?” “I didn’t do anything-” “They tested her for AIDS, Dad. She’s positive. You made her sick with your perversion!” “I did no such thing!” he yelled. “If your mother has AIDS, it’s because she cheated on me! I’m the victim here!” Susan laughed wryly. “Okay, Dad. Keep telling yourself that.” “Susan, wait–please, let me speak to her.” “Dad… I’m only telling you this because I love you. This thing is serious. Mom’s really sick. You need to get tested.” “I’m fine,” he said angrily. “I don’t need anything at all because I don’t have AIDS.” “Goodbye, Dad.” He sat down in shock. First his wife, then Bill, now his daughter? Had everyone betrayed him? After everything he did for them? The secrets he kept for Bill. The life he’d given his wife and daughter, all of the money and the fancy vacations. Now they wanted to drop him, just like that. Well, fuck them. He wouldn’t go without a fight. He pulled out his Rolodex and started calling his contacts in the group. He was going to find out where tonight’s meeting was one way or another. Each number he dialed went straight to voicemail. He knew better than to leave a message, so he simply told them to call him back and reached for the next number on his list. By the time he cycled through all the numbers without a single response, he began to get angry. “If they won’t answer me, I’ll just find a boy myself.” He pulled out the number for that hot Latin boy he’d met at the baths last summer. Dario had been an awesome lay, and even introduced Ed to the pleasure of bottoming, something he hadn’t allowed himself to experience since the notion had always been an affront to his manhood. But even he didn’t answer the phone. Ed slammed the phone down in rage. Not for the first time, he lamented that the baths had been shut down the previous October. He’d taken for granted how easy it had been to get a nut off whenever he wanted. Cruising was so much effort, especially when you were trying to remain discreet. You couldn’t risk a friend or colleague seeing you following some guy on the street into his apartment building for an early afternoon lay. The West Side piers were his last resort. He didn’t like paying for sex, and he certainly didn’t want to catch the kinds of things those guys might be carrying, but sometimes you did what you had to do. He drove down to the piers just after ten, cruising slowly by as he perused the selection. Tonight looked like a particularly rough crowd, mostly junkies and a few ragged-looking ones that were most certainly not Ed’s type. He liked the smooth, innocent boys, like the painting of Saint Sebastian that he used to stare at in Catholic school. A guy who was missing at least four teeth banged on his window. “What are you looking for?” he slurred. He grinned. “Want me to make your dreams come true?” Ed hit the gas and sped away. No way in hell would he stoop this low. He would have to find another way. But the next day, his horniness was starting to drive him wild. He needed to get laid and he needed it now. He even tried cruising, though he was so out of practice he was certain he’d scared several young men into thinking they were being stalked. He gave up and spent the rest of the afternoon at home, feeling sorry for himself. He decided to give the piers one more try, arriving at sunset this time in the hopes that maybe the earlier crowd would be more palatable. But it was the same as yesterday–a group of freaks and vagrants, no one Ed would dare to stick his cock in even with how horny he was feeling. He was just about to give up and head home for the night when he saw him. A curly-haired boy sat on the curb, shivering in a sheepskin jean jacket. He looked to be about 18 or 19, strangely out of place among the more seasoned crowd. Ed pulled up beside him and rolled down the window. “Hey,” he said smoothly. But before he could say anything else, the boy’s eyes grew wide and he began hurrying away. Ed drove after him. “What the hell, man? I’m just talking to you.” The young man shook his head. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done this. This was a mistake.” “Hold on a minute.” The boy stopped and looked warily at him. Ed put the car in park and opened the side door. “Come on. You look cold, get in.” The young man’s eyes began to well with tears. “I shouldn’t.” “It’s okay, sweetie. I’m not gonna hurt you. All I wanna do is talk.” He pulled out a $20 bill. “Here, I’ll even pay you for your time. You don’t have to do anything but talk. Okay?” The boy nodded. He took the $20 and walked around the car, climbing in the passenger seat beside Ed. “Let me find us someplace private we can chat,” said Ed. He turned the corner and drove a couple of blocks before parking in an alleyway. “What’s your name?” The young man didn’t answer. He was practically shaking in his seat. “You don’t have to be afraid of me, son. Why don’t you tell me what’s wrong?” The boy was absolutely beautiful, with pale skin and big doe eyes. Ed couldn’t help but put his hand on the boy’s leg, softly rubbing him. “I thought I could do it,” said the boy. “You know… but I chickened out.” He buried his head in his hands. “I just didn’t know what else to do. I only just moved here a few months ago-” “You an actor?” asked Ed. He looked up and nodded. “I thought so. You’ve got a face for it.” He brushed the boy’s chin with his thumb. The boy blushed. “But then I ran out of money, and when I got kicked out of my apartment, I… I didn’t know what else to do.” His eyes started to well up with tears again. “Aww, it’s okay, baby.” Ed put his arm around the boy and held him to his chest. “Don’t cry. You’re too pretty to cry.” He put his nose in the boy’s hair, breathing in his scent. God, this kid was an angel. “I can’t go home,” the boy said with a sniffle. “My parents kicked me out when they found out I was gay. I’d finished high school, so I figured a big city would be the best place to go… but I just don’t know what to do.” “Hey,” said Ed. “I don’t want you to worry about a thing. You hear me?” He wiped away the young man’s tears. “I’ve got a place you can stay for the night.” “You don’t have to do that-” “It’s nothing. A little one-bedroom on the Upper West Side. I keep it for boys like you who, uh, need a little bit of help now and again.” The young man’s eyes went wide. “Really? You would do that for me?” Ed smiled. “For those eyes? I’d do anything.” The boy blushed. “It’s Dylan. My name.” Ed brought the boy’s hand to his lips and kissed it. “Nice to meet you, Dylan. I’m Ed.” He drove Dylan to his apartment, parking in his reserved spot in the indoor parking garage. Truth be told, it wasn’t so much an apartment where he hosted young men in need as it was a place he could fuck his conquests without interruption. It was a modest little apartment, but he’d gone all out in a lush, king-sized bed. After all, you gotta spend money where you need it. “Let me take that.” He grabbed Dylan’s jacket and hung it on a hook beside the door. “Make yourself comfortable. You want something to drink?” “Maybe a coke?” Ed grabbed a can of coke from the fridge and poured it over a glass of ice. He added a little rum and handed it to Dylan. Dylan took a sip, then coughed. “Thought you’d like it a little strong,” Ed said with a wink. “You’re 18, right?” Dylan nodded. “Why are you being so nice to me?” He sat on the couch, setting the drink down on the coffee table in front of him. Ed sat next to him. “Well, I suppose I can’t help it. When I see a boy like you in need, it makes my heart hurt.” He put his arm around him, pulling the boy in just a little bit closer. Dylan smiled, then took another sip of his drink. “This place is so nice. I can’t imagine living somewhere like this.” “This is what you get when you work hard for a living. I’m sure you’ll live someplace just as nice when you become a famous actor.” Dylan giggled. “I don’t know about all that.” “Aw, come on. I could tell right away how talented you are. How handsome…” He put his hand on Dylan’s leg again, rubbing the inside of his thigh. Dylan looked up at him, those wide doe eyes full of innocence. “You’re really handsome, too.” Ed softly rubbed the boy’s cheek. “What I wouldn’t give to be with a guy like you. That’s why I talked to you down at the pier. I’d never done anything like that before, hire someone for sex. But I saw you when I was driving by and… I don’t know… it was like something came over me.” Dylan gulped. He was breathing heavily, his lip shaking. “You really think I’m handsome?” Ed put his thumb on Dylan’s lip and pulled it open slightly. “Baby, you’re the sweetest thing I think I’ve ever seen.” He kissed Dylan softly, careful to take his time with the boy. He wouldn’t be surprised if the kid was a virgin, he seemed so nervous. But he’d deflowered plenty of virgins in his day, so he knew just how to handle him. Don’t come on too strong, take things slow, and make sure to use plenty of lube. If everything went right, he’d have Dylan eating out of the palm of his hand. He kissed Dylan on the neck, holding the back of the boy’s head as he climbed on top of him. “Oh, Daddy,” moaned Dylan. He pulled Dylan’s shirt over his head, revealing his soft white skin and light pink nipples. His skin was completely unblemished, a perfectly pure canvas, purer than Saint Sebastian. He took one of Dylan’s nipples into his mouth, licking and sucking it hungrily as the boy moaned beneath him. His hands fiddled with the button of Dylan’s jeans, eager to release the boy’s stiffening rod underneath. He pulled off the boy’s jeans, revealing the young man’s hardness poking through a pair of light blue briefs. He buried his face in Dylan’s dick, rubbing his nose against it and inhaling the man scent that he loved so very much. He could feel Dylan’s hands in his hair as he pulled the boy’s briefs down to expose his rigid cock. It was beautiful and leaking, about 5” long, and buried under a soft patch of light brown pubic hair. “Oh, baby,” said Ed. He licked the underside of Dylan’s cock, making the boy moan. Then he enveloped it in his mouth, taking the entire thing down to the root. Dylan let out a small cry, his hands kneading Ed’s hair as the pleasure overwhelmed him. There was nothing Ed loved more than driving a boy wild with his tongue before opening him up with his big fat cock. He pulled Dylan’s briefs off all the way, then lifted his legs to gain access to the smooth, hairless hole underneath. He lovingly lapped the outside of the boy’s hole with his tongue, making him whimper. Then he spread his cheeks and dove in tongue first, readying his hole for the taking. “Daddy, that feels so good,” moaned Dylan. Ed took his time eating him out, wanting the boy as eager as possible to get fucked. When his hole felt nice and loose, Ed stood and held out his hand. “Come to bed with me, baby.” Dylan took his hand, following him shyly to the bedroom. Ed picked him up, kissing him softly as he carried him to the bed. He set him down gently, then unbuckled his belt as Dylan watched in anticipation. He pulled off his pants and underwear, causing Dylan to gasp at the sight of his thick, turgid cock. Ed climbed on the bed and kissed Dylan on the neck. “I know baby, I know.” He reached into the nightstand and pulled out a bottle of lube, lathering up his cock. Then he poured some on his fingers and slipped them into Dylan’s hole, making the boy whimper once more. “Should–shouldn’t we use a condom?” asked Dylan. He was looking up at Ed nervously. Ed shook his head. “No, baby. You don’t have anything to worry about. I would never hurt you.” He smiled at him, his fingers still working open the boy’s hole. Dylan nodded. He spread his legs, revealing that sweet, smooth hole. “Okay,” he said timidly. Ed climbed on top of him, kissing him softly as he lifted the boy’s legs back. Then he grabbed his cock, aimed it at the promised land, and began to push. “Ugh… it hurts,” whined Dylan. “Shhh…” said Ed. “You can do this. Be strong for Daddy, okay? I promise it’ll feel good.” He pushed in a little bit further, slipping the head of his cock inside Dylan’s tight hole. He could feel a pop as the head lodged itself inside. Then he slowly pushed forward, feeling every inch of the boy’s guts as he penetrated him. “Oh god… it’s so big,” said Dylan. “Go slow, okay?” “You’re doing so good, baby. Just a little further.” He pushed his cock even farther before he hit a wall. He was still only about two-thirds of the way in. “Go ahead and lean back for me baby,” Ed said as he took Dylan’s legs in his hands. “I just need to get a little deeper.” He pushed Dylan’s legs back until the boy’s ass was slightly off the bed. Then he slid in deeper, sliding past Dylan’s second ring and into his colon. “Oof… oh god, it’s so deep.” Dylan’s lip trembled. “Are you… are you all the way in?” Ed nodded. “I’m all the way in, baby. Now let Daddy fuck you, okay?” He began to slowly saw into Dylan, pumping in and out of that sweet boy’s rectum. The kid’s hole was tight as a drum, so tight that Ed was convinced he had to be a virgin. How lucky was he, finding an angel like this just begging for a Daddy to take care of him? With an ass like this at his disposal, Ed was more than happy to give the boy whatever he wanted. “Oof.. ugh… oh Ed, that feels so good…” Dylan had his fingers pressed against Ed’s chest, tracing through his chest hair. Ed leaned down and kissed him, tasting his sweet tongue as he defiled his insides. He was leaking so much precum into the boy that his cock was gliding freely now. He was sweating profusely, his skin burning like it was on fire. Must be from lust, of course. “Baby… Daddy’s gonna cum now, okay?” Ed kissed Dylan on the cheek, then held him close as he unloaded inside the boy’s sweet hole. He had always been a big cummer, and now was no exception. He could feel his cum spilling out around his cock as the boy’s rectum struggled to contain all the love he had to give. “Oh… oh wow…” moaned Dylan. His eyelashes were fluttering in such a cute way. Ed leaned down and kissed him gently on his eyelids, then pulled out and laid beside him, spent. It was nice feeling the boy cuddle up to him, resting his head on Ed’s hairy chest. Moments like these were rare for Ed–he usually had to make way for the next guy at the sex party to use whoever was the night’s entertainment. But this time he held Dylan close, breathing in the boy’s scent and softly stroking his skin as his cock deflated. He awoke hours later, drenched in sweat. For a moment, he thought he was with Helen, but then he felt Dylan’s soft breathing against his chest. His hard cock was still nestled in between Dylan’s soft ass cheeks. Strangely, he realized he’d never actually spent the night here before. Usually, he had to be back before his wife got suspicious. Now that the bitch had betrayed him, he could stay as long as he liked. His skin was on fire, so he leaned over and turned the AC on full blast. Then he kissed Dylan’s neck, making the boy moan in his sleep. He reached down and pulled open his cheeks, slipping easily inside him. It took the boy a few seconds of being fucked to wake up, but by then Ed was deep inside him and ready to plant his seed once more. He lay there like an angel and let Ed use him, murmuring “Daddy” every few seconds as Ed stroked his cute little cock. By the time he filled him again, he could feel the young man’s seed dribbling through his fingers. Ed must have fallen back asleep again, because the next thing he knew the sunlight was streaming in through the windows and Dylan was blowing him under the covers. He slipped the blanket off the boy’s head to reveal his curly brown hair bobbing up and down. “Good morning, baby.” Dylan popped Ed’s cock out of his pretty pink lips and smiled. “Good morning. I just wanted to thank you again for letting me stay here.” Ed pulled him in for a kiss. “You can stay here as long as you like, lover.” And thus commenced the third load that Ed planted inside of his new sweetheart. By the time he left the apartment that morning, kissing his paramour goodbye with promises to swing by again later, he was practically smitten. Ed wasn’t the type to grow attached so quickly. But with the trauma of being unfairly kicked out of the sex club and having nowhere else to turn for release, he felt like karma was finally rewarding him. The enchantment proved short-lived when he arrived at his office to find his staff in the middle of packing everything up. “What the hell is going on here?” he asked angrily. His staff looked bewildered to see him. Ron, his chief of staff, cleared his throat and asked, “Uh, sir… what are you doing here?” “What do you mean, what am I doing here? It’s my office, isn’t it?” Ron exchanged a glance with Ed’s secretary. “Uh… I mean, it was, sir. Before you resigned.” His nostrils began to flare. “What on God’s green Earth are you talking about?” “Bill called,” explained Ron. “He told us about Helen, how she was sick… I’m so sorry about that, sir. He- he said that you were resigning so you could take care of her, that you were staying home today to draft your letter of resignation, and that we should pack up your office while you were gone. Is that… not true, sir?” He ground his teeth. So, this was how they were playing it, was it? Trying to edge him out of a job and the club all in one go. Well, they couldn’t get rid of him that easily. “I want you to take those boxes right now and-” He was interrupted by the sound of the phone ringing on his desk. His secretary answered it, then held it out to him. “It’s for you, sir.” He grabbed the phone from her. “Hello?” he said gruffly. “The only thing you should be doing in that office is turning in your letter of resignation.” His heart skipped a beat. “Bill? What the hell is this?” He turned away from his staff and cupped the phone against his mouth. “Are you having me followed?” “We wanted to make sure you didn’t do anything foolish. Seems like we were right to be worried.” “I don’t know what you think I’m-” “I want you to listen very carefully to me.” Bill’s voice was calm, but chilling. “You are going to hang up the phone. You are going to sit down at your desk and fill out a letter of resignation, which you will then fax to Speaker O’Neill. You will not disobey or your collateral will be released. You will not breathe a word about our organization or your collateral will be released. Do you understand?” “But you-” “Do you understand, Ed?” His blood was boiling. He wanted to scream, but that would ruin the only thing he had left: his dignity. “Yes.” “Great. My best to Helen.” He set down the phone and looked at his staff, who were all staring at him warily. He was sweating profusely, his skin feverish. He wiped his brow. “Right, well, clearly you’ve all heard about my wife. Very sad… advanced Lyme disease, you know. Have to do what’s best for my family.” “Of course,” said Ron. “Why don’t you go ahead and draft that letter of resignation for me? I should head to the hospital. Check on her.” “All right,” said Ron. “Do you want me to-” “I’m sure you’ll figure it out.” Ed was already on his way out the door. He walked back to his car, the blood pumping in his ears. He couldn’t believe how much he’d lost in just a few short hours. Of course, it wasn’t like he needed the congressional salary. Thank God for being independently wealthy. And he had done good work in Congress, successfully cutting taxes for the wealthy and eliminating wasteful spending on food stamps and childcare subsidies. But the principle of the thing was appalling. He didn’t have AIDS, dammit! He couldn’t. He had only bottomed that one time. Well, okay, a few times… but only with Dario. And Dario wasn’t sick. So how could he be sick? Helen cheating on him was the only explanation. She’d tried to ruin his life to cover her own guilt. Fucking cunt. He decided to treat himself to make up for the shitty afternoon he was having. Well, to treat his new boytoy, as it were. He stopped at Victoria’s Secret on the way home and browsed through their selection. He got hard as a rock seeing his boys in lingerie and leaped at the chance to spoil his lover. He dropped a couple of hundred dollars on a few thongs and lace bikini briefs (“a little surprise for my wife’s birthday”) and headed back to the apartment. Dylan was in the shower when he arrived. Ed opened the door to the bathroom to see the boy’s smooth white back and those beautiful, plump ass cheeks. He quickly disrobed and climbed in with him. “Mm, hi.” Dylan wrapped his arms around Ed’s back, kissing him deeply. “How was your day?” “Better now that I’m with you,” said Ed. He turned off the water and grabbed the young man’s quickly growing cock. “Come with me. I have something to show you.” Dylan was ecstatic when Ed showed him what he’d bought. “I love it!” he squealed. “Oh God, I’ve always wanted to wear stuff like this…” He picked up one of the lace bikini briefs and traced it with his fingers. “I was just too afraid my parents would find out.” Ed grabbed Dylan’s towel and pulled it off, letting it fall to the side. He got down on his knees and kissed the boy’s ass. “Come on–I wanna see you in one of the thongs.” Dylan modeled the lingerie for him, sliding the silky fabric up his smooth legs and giving Ed a little strut in the bedroom. His ass looked so hot in the thongs, so round and juicy that he’d barely gotten to the second pair of panties when Ed picked him up and carried him into the bedroom. “Don’t you wanna see the rest, Daddy?” Dylan giggled. “Daddy needs to be inside you.” He tossed the boy onto the bed and spread his legs, pulling away the thong strap to gain access to that hidden treasure within. He ate him out like his life depended on it, spurred on by the boy’s moans and whimpers. Before long he was balls deep inside of his lover once more. Even with the AC still running, he was sweating up a storm. He mounted Dylan from behind and fucked him fast and deep, watching the boy’s ass cheeks jiggle with every smack. God, he looked so good in that thong. He’d have to take him shopping sometime soon, really spoil him. After only a couple of minutes, he collapsed on Dylan’s back, shuddering as he implanted his seed deep inside of the boy. His skin was slick with sweat, and he could hardly move he was so exhausted. He rolled off of him and soon fell asleep. When he awoke again, Dylan was gone. He sat up groggily, temporarily confused. Where was he, again? Then it came back to him–the incident at the office, the phone call with Bill. He sat up, rubbing his eyes. He hadn’t felt this out of it in ages. Old age catching up with him, he supposed. He got out of bed and walked into the living room, flicking on the light. A pink suitcase lay on the couch that he didn’t recognize. Dylan’s, probably. Everything the boy owned must have been in that thing. Poor kid. He debated opening it but held himself back. There are some things you just don’t want to know about people. He didn’t need to see the boy’s dirty laundry or sad little trinkets from home. All he needed was that mouth and sweet, sweet boy hole. The sound of keys in the door made him turn. Dylan walked in carrying a brown paper bag. “Oh, you’re up!” He set the bag down on the counter before walking over to kiss Ed. “Thought I’d grab us dinner,” he said with a grin. “How’d you pay for it?” asked Ed. Dylan smiled shyly. “I used the money you gave me yesterday. I figured it was the least I could do to thank you for everything.” Ed brushed the boy’s hair back and kissed him on the forehead. “I don’t want you spending a cent on me. I gave that money for you to treat yourself. Don’t go worrying about little old me, okay? Here-” He grabbed his wallet off the coffee table and pulled out two $100 bills. “Use this to get yourself something pretty. I’ll be back tomorrow and I’ll bring you some more.” Dylan’s eyes went wide. “Oh, Ed… that’s so much money. I don’t-” “Nonsense.” Ed lifted Dylan’s chin and kissed him. “I like taking care of my boy.” The look on Dylan’s face was worth ten times the money. He kissed him again, pulling him onto his naked lap. His hands slid underneath the boy’s shorts, and soon they were both naked with Dylan riding Ed’s cock once again. He squeezed the boy’s chest, thrusting himself high up into him. What was happening to him? He hadn’t been able to go this many times in a row in years. Something about the boy brought it out of him. After he’d deposited yet another load in Dylan’s hole, they cuddled naked in the living room, eating takeout and watching Cheers. Before he knew it it was almost 10 o’clock. “I gotta go, baby.” He kissed Dylan on the head and started pulling on his clothes. “You be a good boy and I’ll swing by tomorrow.” “Okay, Daddy.” He kissed Dylan goodbye, then drove back to his apartment on the Upper East Side. He was exhausted and couldn’t wait to slip into bed and pass out for the night. But when he tried to unlock the door to his apartment, his key wouldn’t work. “What the fuck?” he murmured. He tried his key again, but it still wouldn’t work. Then he noticed the doorknob had changed–where before it was gold, it was now bronze. He banged on the door. “Who’s in there? Open up!” He heard hushed whispering, then silence. The door opened to reveal his daughter, Susan. “What do you want, Dad?” “What do I want? What are you doing in my apartment? And why are the locks changed?” She stepped outside and closed the door behind her. “Mom’s back from the hospital. There’s nothing more they can do for her.” His heart sank. “Is she–?” “She doesn’t wanna see you. Now please, just go.” “I will not!” he said defiantly. “This is my apartment.” “Dad-” The door opened slowly behind Susan. Helen stood there, looking pale and waif-like in a satin robe. “It’s all right, Susan,” she said weakly. “But Mom-” “Let your father and I talk.” She nodded at Susan, who walked back into the apartment and shut the door behind her. “I demand to know the meaning of this,” Ed began, but Helen shook her head. “Don’t, Ed. Enough lying. I know all about your little club, your depravity.” His eyes went wide. “I don’t know what you’re-” “Just save it. I’ve known for ages. And I didn’t mind, because you were discreet. Whose husband doesn’t keep secrets? You were always faithful in the ways that mattered.” She coughed weakly. “But now look at me. What do I have to show for my loyalty? You’ve brought down more than just yourself–you’ve brought down the both of us.” She looked at him with disgust. “I won’t let you bring any more shame to this family.” “Now, listen here-” “Unless you want me to spill your secrets to the whole floor, you’ll leave. I’ll arrange for your things to be sent wherever you like. Maybe to that little apartment across town you think I don’t know about.” She opened the door and looked back at him, her face full of disdain. “Goodbye, Ed.” She shut the door behind her. He had half his mind made up to bang on the door and demand to be let in when he heard the sound of a door opening down the hall. His next-door neighbor was leaning out of his doorway, staring at him with a raised eyebrow. “Everything alright, Ed?” He took a deep breath. “It’s fine, Hank.” “You sure? We heard yelling-” “Why don’t you mind your own goddamn business and let me mind mine!” He strode back over to the elevator and hit the button for the parking garage. When Dylan opened the door, he had a confused smile on his face. “Ed? What are you doing back?” He pushed past Dylan and started pacing around the apartment. “Fucking bitch. Thinks she can get rid of me. Me!” “Who? What are you talking about?” He turned and glared at Dylan. “My wife! Wants to kick me out of my own apartment. After everything I’ve done for her. Selfish cunt.” “Oh no.” Dylan put his arms around him. “I’m so sorry.” The boy’s touch felt good on his body. But his blood was boiling with anger, and he wasn’t in the mood to calm down. He wanted to hurt something. “Come here, you little slut.” He grabbed Dylan’s arm and pulled him into the bedroom. “Oh!” Dylan followed him, eyes wide with fear. “On the bed. Now!” Dylan obeyed, sitting on the bed as Ed began unbuckling his belt. “I’m sorry about-” “Turn around.” Dylan got on his hands and knees, his ass pushed out to receive his punishment. Ed grabbed his shorts and ripped them down to his ankles. Dylan had put on one of the lace pairs of bikini briefs, a light blue color that made his white ass look so fucking delicious. Ed folded his belt in half, then ran it slowly across Dylan’s ass cheek. “Daddy, what- AH!” The boy squealed as Ed smacked him across the bottom with his belt. It left a red mark on his pale white skin. “Quiet, boy.” He spanked him again, using one hand to grip Dylan’s waist and hold him in place for the beating. He spanked him several more times, leaving big red marks along the boy’s ass and upper legs. At first, Dylan was whimpering, but he soon began moaning as Ed spanked him with the belt. By the time Ed had dealt a dozen blows, Dylan was thrusting his ass back to meet the belt. Ed stripped off the lace panties and crouched behind his boy. He spit in his hand and rubbed it on his cock, then thrust angrily inside Dylan’s hole. Like a good whore, Dylan didn’t complain at all. He took his punishment with nothing but enthusiastic approval. Ed rutted inside him until he came with a loud groan. By the time he came, he was in love. From then on, Ed and Dylan lived together in that little apartment. Dylan never asked about what happened with Ed’s wife that night, and Ed made no effort to explain. He couldn’t confess the real reason he had lost everything, the false accusation that threatened to tear apart what little remained of Ed’s life. If Dylan knew that there was even a chance Ed had AIDS (or HIV, as they were now starting to call it), he might abandon Ed too. Without his job and his family, Ed’s life began to revolve more and more around Dylan. He spent his days golfing or working out, too embarrassed to admit he didn’t have anything better to do. Then he’d stop at a luxury store on the way home to buy Dylan a new pair of shoes or the latest designer bag. When Dylan got the flu a month into their love affair, he found he was actually a pretty good nursemaid, bringing him cold compresses and making him chicken noodle soup. As long as he wasn’t at a hospital, he didn’t mind taking care of his boy. Through all of it, they fucked like rabbits, Ed dressing his boytoy up in thongs and garters and fucking him like they were trying for a baby. But things started to take a turn with Ed’s health around Christmas 1986. He was getting weaker and weaker, barely able to make it through one round of golf before he needed to go home and sleep. He was constantly waking up in the middle of the night covered in sweat, and he’d had fevers on and off as long as he could remember. His pants were starting to fit loose, too, although he attributed that to good diet and exercise. Dylan begged him to go to a doctor and get checked out, but he refused. He’d rather die than go back to a hospital. By March, he was so sick he could barely get out of bed. Then it was Dylan’s turn to play nursemaid, making him soup and using his credit cards to buy groceries and medicine. He considered calling his daughter or his wife, but he held off, still angry with them for their betrayal. Dylan was the only one who cared about him, and that was all he needed. “Are you sure you don’t want to go to the doctor?” Dylan asked one day in late March. They were lying in bed together, watching TV. Ed was thin as a rail, with protruding veins and some ghastly purple bruising that wouldn’t go away. Bedsores, probably. “No doctors,” said Ed. He turned his attention to the television, which was displaying the nightly news. “The FDA has just approved the first medication used to treat AIDS,” said the news anchor. “An antiretroviral drug named AZT initially developed to treat cancer has been shown to block the virus’ activity.” With enormous effort, Ed sat up in bed. His eyes were glued to the screen. “You okay?” asked Dylan. He opened his mouth to say something, then stopped himself. How could he say anything without admitting what he so desperately didn’t want to be true? “Could you go to the store for me?” he asked. “I could use another ice pack. My card-” “I know, I’ve got it,” said Dylan. He kissed Ed on the forehead before leaving. Once Ed was sure he heard the sound of the door closing, he picked up the phone and dialed. The phone felt heavier than ever in his hand as it rang. “Well. I didn’t expect to hear from you anytime soon.” “Bill…” Ed’s voice was raspy. “God, you sound terrible.” “I need your help. Please.” He gripped the phone tightly. “You’re not getting back in-” “I don’t want back in. I need you to get something for me. It’s a drug called AZT. Have you heard of it?” “Yes, I’ve heard of it. Why can’t you get it yourself?” Ed looked down at his veiny, wasted body. The purple splotches covered his arms like bruises. “I can’t be seen like this. Please, you have contacts. Just have someone order it for me and deliver it to my place on the Upper West Side.” Bill sighed. “Alright, Bill. Just this once. Then I don’t want to hear from you again, are we clear?” Ed waited day and night for the drugs to arrive. He was becoming forgetful, continually asking Dylan what day it was and where he was. In his lucid moments, he remembered he needed to intercept the package before it arrived, but he was afraid he would forget he’d even ordered it. Finally, once a month had passed, he plucked up the courage to ask Dylan about it. “Dylan?” He was lying in bed while Dylan was making dinner in the kitchen. He cleared his voice and called again louder. “Dylan!” Dylan walked in, wiping his hands on a towel. “What’s up?” “Have you gotten a package from anyone?” Dylan furrowed his brow. “Are you expecting anything?” “Just some medicine.” Dylan’s eyes brightened. “Oh!” He pulled a small bottle out of his pocket. “You mean this?” Ed’s eyes went wide. “Is that… how did you get that?” Dylan took out a pill and popped it into his mouth. “It’s a miracle, isn’t it? Been taking it for a few weeks now and I feel right as rain.” “But… how did you know…” “That you have AIDS?” Dylan laughed. “Come on. It wasn’t that hard to tell. I mean, look at you!” He walked over and sat at the foot of the bed. “Of course, I knew you had AIDS ages ago. Before I even met you, actually.” Ed blinked. “What… what are you talking about?” Dylan sighed. “Oh, my poor, sweet Daddy. Do you really think it was a coincidence I was there at the pier that night? Just some sad, lonely boy from Oklahoma whose parents kicked him out for being gay? I can’t believe you fell for that story, by the way. I might be a great fuck but I’m a pretty shit storyteller. Still, you ate it up.” He pulled the sheets off the bed, revealing Ed’s wasted, veiny body. He climbed on top of him and ran his hands along his chest. He leaned in close to Ed’s ear and whispered, “You know your secret sex club of high-powered people you think nobody knows about? I’m part of it, Ed.” He sat up and sighed. “Well, I was, actually. Then I decided to go freelance. See, when they burned you, they told us boys not to talk to you if you reached out to any of us. Said you had AIDS and you were persona non grata. I’d never even met you before–you were out of town the night I was the star of the show. But when I heard about you and your situation, I knew it was an opportunity waiting for the taking.” Ed’s stomach sank. He felt like he was going to be sick. But Dylan was grinding on top of him, and despite his fear and revulsion, he could feel himself getting hard. Dylan lifted his hands and spread them out like he was reading from a marquee. “Think about it: lonely old man gets kicked out of sex club because he has AIDS. Nowhere else to turn for relief. Isn’t a guy like that the easiest kind of mark you can think of?” He looked down at Ed in pity. “They were laughing at you, Ed. They saw how you went to the piers and debased yourself, desperate for sex. I knew that if I dangled myself in front of you, you would give me anything I wanted. Shoes, clothes, a place to stay, cash. It was all so easy.” Dylan grabbed Ed’s hard cock through his pajama pants. “Even now, you’re still aching for me, aren’t you?” He pulled down Ed’s pants, then shimmied off his shorts and climbed back on top of him. “Then when you got sicker you just gave me your card, which was so stupid by the way. Do you know how much shit I’ve bought on your dime?” Ed swallowed, his throat dry. “I don’t understand,” he said hoarsely. “If you knew I had AIDS, why would you-” “Have sex with you?” Dylan reached back and lined Ed’s cock up with his hole, then sank down slowly. Ed stifled a groan. “I know I should have been scared of getting AIDS, but why bother? I mean, we’re all gonna get it eventually.” Dylan was gyrating on his cock, working his dick with those damn pussy muscles. “I figured, why not bite the bullet and get it when I want to? Take control of my destiny, you know what I mean? Especially when it comes with all these delicious perks.” Dylan moaned as Ed’s cock rubbed up against his prostate. He rode him harder, his hands tightly gripping Ed’s wasted chest. “Even now, all sickly and frail, you still drive me wild.” Ed began to groan as his body betrayed him, releasing his sperm into Dylan’s deceitful hole. Dylan grinned, his eyes mocking. He slid off of Ed and pulled his shorts back on. Ed spotted the bottle of AZT on the nightstand. He lifted his hand and pointed weakly. Dylan smiled. “Would you like some? Sorry, there’s not really enough to go around.” He grabbed the bottle and held it out of Ed’s reach. “But don’t worry. I’m gonna take good care of you. Plenty of food, water, and bed rest. No medicine needed.” He walked over to the door, slipping the bottle of pills back into his pocket. Ed’s mouth was dry as he called out, “Wait.” Dylan turned. “Yes?” Ed swallowed. “H-hospital…” Dylan laughed again, cruelly this time. “Oh, now you want a hospital?” He stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame as he smiled sweetly. “Don’t you worry, Ed. We’re gonna beat this thing the old-fashioned way!”

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.

Last Friday I went to Steamworks in Chicago Got there about 4 A guy came into my room and asked if I was open to an orgy Sure do he gave me room number It was a big room downstairs knocked on door and guy who invited me opened He asked if I prefered top Bottom or versitile I said bottom He said rules are this I had to lay on stomach get fucked by as many who wanted to It would all be bareback and I had to take a load from anyone who wanted to give it to me Orgy started around 6 lasted till 12 I got fucked by as many as 15 one notibile was a young oriental guy who pumped three loads in me He had a slim dick but can in buckets

Another Real Experience - A Surprise Cloudy St. Patrick’s Day A quick one about a quick one two days ago. It’s been a really stressful couple of weeks work-wise and my patience was wearing incredibly thin on Tuesday. Despite being in communications hell, at least several commission checks finally came in so money was one thing NOT causing stress. I was done with work by noon and was to meet family and friends in the city at 8PM for St Pats celebrations. I really wanted to kick back with some clouds but (typical for the last few weeks) my guy was out and his contact was out-of-town. My favorite local FB who’s always up for sharing (’cause I split the costs) if he has and I don’t bemoaned not having and told me to let HIM know if I found any. Another bud who is also able to assist in most instances turned out to be on vacation. I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. On pure chance, I called two buds of mine - a couple I’ve mentioned here before in a post about a FF party in Brooklyn they hosted that I wrote about. I hadn’t seen them since the holidays and finally having some extra dough and extra time thought I’d see what was up with them. Turns out they were home, and told me to stop by (which is funny ‘cause its about an hour drive). Amazingly, no traffic - everyone must have been over on Fifth Avenue at the parade and not the West Side Highway - so I was there by 2:30. Thinking I was just “borrowing a cup of sugar” I was even more pleased when they asked if I had any time to have some fun… I told them I needed to be back in Manhattan by 8 but was all their’s until 7ish. That worked for them as they each wanted some playtime but also each had some things to do around their place so they decided to each have a one-on-one with me giving the other time to do chores. I was led down to the playroom and did a quick cleanup and made some clouds before getting down to it with Mick first. He’s that perfect Daddy-type (like I’m not? j/k) nice hairy broad chest, ‘stache, great legs and hairy butt and a very thick cock. We got ourselves spun and traded blow jobs and rim jobs - I love rimming that hairy hole of his! Then we went over to the sling and traded fucks back and forth. Both of us being “recovering tops” (I was one of the first to top him a few years ago…) it takes both of us a little work to loosen up, but we did and threw each other two satisfying fucks a piece. Then it was Don’s turn. He’s way kinkier than Mick. I put some of my leather gear on from my travel bag (it’s always in my car for just these kinds of surprise session) while he sent himself into the stratosphere and I pumped my level up a bit. After some mutual oral action on the play sofa and the mats on the floor, I got him spread-eagled and restrained from the rafters. I clipped his nips, the insides of his thighs and the undersides of his arms and pits with clothespins, got a parachute around his balls (and he has a LONG sac I’m so envious of) weighted it and worked him over on cam with a leather flogger. Stopping now and then to adjust or move the clips and to puff up and shotgun him, we worked him into a good frenzy. Getting unclipped and down from his restraints I pushed him over to the sling, got his legs up and restrained and headed to work on his shaved hole. First a nice long tongue fuck, then some cock work and finally onto my hands. Nice, slow, sensuous and drawn out, I opened him up with fingers one, two, four - then alternating hands until he blossomed open and in went my left hand past the wrist. I’m double jointed, so even though I have medium large hands, they “fold” well and sometimes I have an easier time getting in guys then men with hands smaller than mine. Being double jointed (and still having a good amount of my flexibility from my days as a dancer) I can do something that drives Don and some of my other FF buds nuts. Since I was using my left hand, I turned it clockwise as far as it would go… then, I slowly rotate it back… 180 degrees… 270 degrees… 360 degrees… at just past 360 degrees, I get up off the stool and continuing to turn my wrist in the same direction I step over my left arm with my right leg (my butt brushed his low hangers briefly doing this) then bring my left leg over while still turning my wrist and get another full 360 degree turn of my wrist by the time I’m done - a 720 degree slow turn all in the same direction that most of my fisting buddies who’ve experienced it absolutely love. Don was in seventh heaven… and after a few huffs of Max Impact we went for my right hand in with my left and slowly but surely got both in. After grooving on that flex for a while it was time for me to get cleaned up and go meet my family for beers and corned beef and several bands, wondering if any of them had any clue I still had my metal cockring and harness on under my clothes along with a very happy but spent cock and lubed by satisfied hole…

Amateur porn can be a lot hotter then studio porn , when its real unedited and raw and nasty ,, Have a friend that is a rare type of role/position/personality , He is a Dominate aggressive BBbottom , He has a buddy that also is a dominate bbottom and they love to get twisted high on partyee and slam and force tops to be submissive and their cocks used and milked , they were at a party when they found a drunk/ and extremely high straight jock wandering around confused ,he was depressed his girlfriend was with another dude , and he was the was perfect victim they tricked him into leaving the party and go back to there place where they put Viagra in his drink and had him smoking white clouds and told him it was weed , they got him extremely high and completely twisted and got him in a chair in the middle of the room where they tied him down to the chair then they cut and removed all his clothes then they put a pair of hightop Converse Allstars on his feet and he was totally naked wearing only the Converse as he sat there helpless and his head spinning they faced him in front of the big screen tv playing hardcore Bareback gay porn as he struggled to get free the two bbottoms got down and began working his cock and made him inhale poppers and more and more white clouds , and he slowly started to calm down and stop struggling and began to start to surrender to them , as he couldn't believe his dick was getting so rock hard and he had no control to make it go soft , . He couldn't help but start to moan from the incredible pleasure his cock was feeling , His girlfriend was an ok fuck but she didn't suck him or jack him off and she only did condom and he had to pull out and shoot in his hand when he came , This was TOTALLY different is cock was being massaged and jacked and sucked deep by the two gay dudes , and he could help but realize that he was feeling a level of pleasure he had never felt before and never knew was even possible , But then the two gay bottoms told him his cock belonged to them now and they wanted his cum , and they wanted him to cum inside of them and they lubed his cock and slid their holes down on his raw cock and told him he was inside them without a condom , and the jock sat there helpless to stop them , But as they began to pump their hungry holes up and down on his raw cock he was consumed with the extreme pleasure he was feeling ,His cock was literally being MILKED and as the pleasure grew stronger and stronger and his eyes rolled back in his head , he just totally surrendered and gave into them and began cumming and cumminig and cumming it felt like he was shooting stream after stream of his hot cum deep up in both their holes over and over making him orgasm and cum and then very quickly making his balls reload and he was cumming again and again , over and over all night till finally he thought he could not cum anymore , he had been milked at least 9 or 10 times he thought , but they made him extremely high again and continued to milk him several more times for hours and hours . as he looked down he could see both bbottoms were wearing Converse while they rode his cock as he was wearing them too , he knew he would remember being milked every time he saw a dude wearing Converse from now on . when they finally set him free he didn't freak out and hurry up and leave hey instead he got up and stretched and then sat back down and relaxed and told the two gay bottoms that he had never felt such an intense pleasure like that before and didn't know it was possible to experience such a level of pleasure and the white clods and the Viagra made him surrender to it . they got down and began sucking and jacking him and he didn't resist them he spread his legs and sat back and relaxed and told them they could milk his cock till they get what every cum is left or his balls can make for them , and they worked his cock and balls and made him cum 2 more times . He was now a slave TOP his cock secretly owed by his new BB bottom masters . He obeyed and returned on the weekends to be once again tied down extremely high and milked of all his cum he could produce . His new purpose in life , to produce cum for the bottoms to feed on .

VI. Confirmation A cold, clear dawn broke and the word went forth that preparations were to be made for a Mass of Confirmation. Auspiciously, the moon was to be full that night, another sign that the Powers of the Night had bestowed their blessing on the Initiate. The mood was festive and bustling as the Brothers scurried about preparing for the Feast. The Great Hall was festooned with garlands of nightshade and bittersweet. Long tables were laid with thickly wrought silverware and forged brass plates, each dish emblazoned with the Fraternal Greek letters: ΑΙΔΣ. The Brother Cooks busied themselves in the cavernous kitchens deep in the bowels of the House, roasting great slabs of stag, wild boar and other game. After a frantic day, the hush of dusk fell over the rambling stone complex. Finally the hour had arrived. The Acolytes descended first into the crypt, preparing the Chamber for the ceremony. The altar was polished to a fine sheen and fresh torches affixed to the walls. A winch handle was turned counterclockwise and, with a shriek of iron and a clash of chains, the sacred Sling of rough-sewn leather descended from the gloom of the arches above, until it halted, suspended in the center of the nave. The Brother Cantor began to lead the chant, followed in two lines by the gathered Brotherhood, clad in their finest robes. At the very end, flanked by the same two Guards who had forcefully overseen his Initiation, was the new Brother, beaming with pride and proceeding with a light stride, his limbs full of the manly vigor bestowed by the One, through the viral life pumping within. Gone entirely were the doubts and regrets that had plagued him before his initial Insemination. The Brothers descended the semicircular flights of stone stairs at either side of the narthex and took their places in the sanctuary. The Initiate was led forward and the High Priest, behind the altar, raised his arms in welcome, then leaned across the altar and offered a warm embrace, whispering “HAIL” in the young Novice’s ear. “We are gathered today to confirm our Brother’s new life and the irreversible dedication of his blood, body and soul to the Glory of the Powerful One and the Fellowship of the Holy Cock,” intoned the Priest. An altar server then brought forth the same sacred Coffer that had held the Test Kit, a lifetime ago. Lifting the lid, the Priest produced the slip of paper that the Brother Technician had delivered in the early hours of this blessed day. “A reading from the Word of our Lord and Master. The Congregation shall repeat after me: HIV-ONE INFECTION CONFIRMED BY PCR TEST.” The Men chanted in a deep bass unison: “HIV-ONE INFECTION CONFIRMED BY PCR TEST.” The Priest continued the Recitation: “VIRAL RNA DETECTED AT TWO POINT ONE MILLION COPIES PER MILLILITER.” And the Congregation responded: “VIRAL RNA DETECTED AT TWO POINT ONE MILLION COPIES PER MILLILITER.” The Priest concluded: “Praise be to the Dark Lord. Amen” And the Men too, their voices competing for the loudest and most praiseful note, intoned, “AMEN!!” “Herewith we bestow upon our Brother the Blessings of Manhood. For he has achieved the most sacred and treasured status HIV-POSITIVE. Forever shall it possess his Body. His former negative status is dead, sacrificed unto our Master for His glory.” The Guards then turned the Novice to face the gathered men, taking his robe from his shoulders to display him in his full nakedness. The weeks of rigorous training showed their glorious results. Here was a young man in his prime, with golden skin and the musculature of a Michelangelo sculpture. His radiant health laughed in the face of mortals who fear the Virus. The Brethren burst into spontaneous applause and the young man broke into a grin. His loins, too, showed their appreciation and his Member began its ascent into joyful turgidity. He was then led ceremoniously to the Sling, where the Guards laid him in position, his wrists and ankles firmly secured with thick leather straps. The Congregation drew nearer, gathering around for a close view. Emerging from the shadows was a Brother Artist, wheeling before him a cart of rough-hewn wood and forged brass rivets, laden with instruments and inks. He caressed the boy's hard young groin, feeling for the smooth, clean surface that had been designated for the Work. The Novice, in consultation with his Mentors, had made his selection from a richly endowed portfolio of sacred designs. Some were simple and stylized, a mere three intersecting, inward-facing semicircles. Others were intricately embedded in tribal designs, meant to turn broad shoulders and thickly muscled upper backs into a visual feast. A few younger Brothers, following the fashion of the times, opted for a Scorpion, evoking the poison sting with which He bestows his Blessing. But most, in respect for tradition, remained true to the Biohazard, the eternal symbol of our Clan and the central element of our Coat of Arms. Many examples in the book were specially revered in memory of departed Brothers who had proudly borne them until they passed below into the eternal sexual embrace of the One. The new Brother had opted for a bold and brazen badge, a good five inches in diameter. It would extend from just below his navel to where the root of his newly powerful Manhood sprouted proudly amid golden, lushly piled pubes – which the Artist now deftly shaved with a silver blade, exposing the skin for its inking. The Novice lay back in the Sling, bracing himself for the pain. The Guards pinned his shoulders down; one caressed his cheek and whispered words of courage in his ear, as the needle bore down and the Artist inflicted his excruciating wonders. Given the care and talent that went into the Inscribing, a good two hours passed before the beauty had been fully endowed. When it was completed, a fresh glory in blue and red against a crimson background of inflamed flesh, the Artist stood back and the Brothers strained to gaze on the glorious masterwork. The Biohazard shone like a beacon, drawing the eye to the boy's newly loaded weapon below it, which was thickening with pride. The men felt a power emanating from the fresh-inflicted ink, the Blessing of Him who now possessed this branded young body. Many a man’s Member swelled in lustful worship of the holiness embodied here. The restraints were loosened and the young Brother stood once again naked before his comrades, displaying a body still gloriously youthful but now marked forever. Tainted and no longer pristine in the eyes of the world -- but, to the enlightened gaze of the Brothers, endowed with a beauty beyond compare. (To be continued)

I have had similar experiences turning down sides. If that's their preference it's totally fine by me, we're just not a match, but I find sides can sometimes have a bit of a self-righteous attitude – 'actually, you can have a fulfilling sex life with just cuddles and jerking'. No, you can, because you're a side! I am not. Just because it took you a while to figure out what you do/don't like, and did anal for a while only because you thought you 'should', doesn't mean the rest of us are unenlightened. We just have different preferences. It's like vers guys who can't quite believe others aren't vers, with the whole 'why wouldn't you want the best of both worlds??' thing. My man: it's. because. I'm. not. vers 😂 Let's all do the work of finding out what we like and sharing that with people who match with us, and appreciating those who don't rather than trying to convince them they're wrong.

It depends on the guy really, but most how hard he cums and the volume. Most guys don’t have forceful blasts when they cum. Maybe one guy out of 20 does. Younger guys seem to have more intense blasts and I guess it’s something that lessens over time? That said I had a guy in his early 30s I swapped loads with yesterday and I definitely felt it when he came in me.

Hail the Dark Lord and his dark gifts! I offer myself to Him, to use as He chooses.

Gay skinhead here. I love having a close cropped head and I am pretty much geared up everyday, never leave my house wearing anything other than steel toe boots, people are often surprised at how hairy my cock is, that’s the one place I let grow wild.

Earlier in the week. Very cruise lay-by about 20 miles away , about 4.30 in the afternoon. As usual most people stilling in their cars on Grindr looking for the perfect shag. Amongst the cars and lorries was a white VW elderly camper van , I walked alongside it in the bushes and say 2 guys through the open door. I moved closer and 1 of the guys was wanking , by the time i got in one of the guys was ass up on the bed in a jock withe the other guy standing wanking. I love fucking with an audience to I lowered my work trousers , pulled out my cock and went straight up him , he was as loose as fuck. By the time the other guy had kneeled next to the bottom so I fucked them both one after the other alternating. After about 5 minuets the second guy got up and took a turn fucking him , I fingered his hole and quickly got him to the point of noreturn and he jizzed in the guys ass. As soon as he had pulled out I mounted the guy enjoying the warmth an extra lube of the guys load and shoot mine in to. I always love the walk of shame back to my van often with a little dark patch of cum showing through my trousers. Needless to say the same guys were still on there phones ,,,,,,,,,

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“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

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Chapter 4: the cage Father's perspective Bugdom, 2050. "I'm fed up", my son complained; "...of all these restrictions. You can invite friends home and I can't, your body is hairy and you want to shave me!" His protests didn't make the difference and I took the electric razor in hand; "you know what happens to whining boys, right? Be good", I grinned at him and started caressing his innocent body. My sweet Elias could really be a warranty for new gifting generation. He wasn't mature enough to upgrade though, I was conscious of all damages an unplanned pozzing could cause to my HIV strain. "Your hands on me feel good", he said while my gaze fell on his hardening member. "Someone's eager to become a man", I smiled and continued massaging his entire body. "Before shaving, it's time to take care of this." "Every morning I wake up finding it hard", Elias said, "and even during the night! Please explain me what it means..." "Life generator, freedom giver!" I grinned again and pulled my pants down setting my own hard dick free. "I'm like you", Eli exclaimed, "I don't understand why you force me to hide it! I would like to know how it works." How I regretted the past! Elias was not born yet when talking about sex, even poz sex, was still legal. "Who cares", I said in the end; "Lay down and let's fix all this mess!" "But what do I have to..." I did not give him time to talk more and guided him down with his back on the cold tiles of the bathroom floor. A few more seconds of doubts, then my mouth was sucking his 18-years-old hardness. "Feels good", he moaned; fuck, I wanted to turn around and shove my own experienced member down his throat but my father role forced me to compose myself to focus on my duty only. "Don't stop", he begged me while my tongue and lips explored his neg boy meat which already started leaking; I insisted to lick, kiss and suck till Elias could not hold himself. "STOP, GAME OVER", I commanded him taking my lips off him in time. He shot a huge load, spraying cum everywhere and I forced him down to lick it all clean. His organ went soft quite soon; licking the floor was clearly disgusting for him so I took the chance to open a drawer, extracting a chastity cage with its key. "I have been a good boy", he protested examining the metal object I was locking his dick into. "Is this the cage you talk about?" I simply shook my head with a reassuring smile: "no, baby, this is to avoid undesired life fluids. They'll stay safe and hidden with this on!" Now my son was ready and I finally started shaving his body, with him facing the mirror. I wanted Elias to be aware of his transformation in real time. "Being a man implies heavy responsibilities and you're not ready", I explained caressing his now smooth skin; "and the metal you feel down there is a shield against enemies, understood?" "But for radiations I already take the pills, what's this..." "Meds are for internal protection, the shield is for external! Now come, honey, get dressed and we must go to the President's ceremony." "Dressed?" he questioned me, his eyes open wide. "No! If he turns 100, I turn 18, it's a good chance to go out all naked! No longer restrictions, dad, I'm an adult..." A mix of anxiety, fear, worry, every bad sensation suddenly caught me and I lost control; I grabbed his wrist firmly pulling him through the bathroom door, until I reached the living room; Sharon was no longer there so I took advantage of the situation for a man-to-man talk. "Useless electron", I shouted; "I didn't want to make this choice but you forced me. For what you said, you deserve punishment!" "I was joking", he tried to find an excuse. "I am just enjoying being naked around the house like you do, and I'd stay this way anywhere." "You have no idea how much I'd love you to experience freedom like I did when I was your age but times have changed and I must protect you..." He looked at me with his sweet pleadidng eyes. Damned Elias, he always managed to corrupt me that way! "This gaze", I whispered at him; "means you got something important to ask me. Come on, spit it out! I bet you'd like to avoid the ceremony, don't you?" It was not the first time he made me skip that kind of events; fate brought my Eli to this world the same day of President's birthday, and my position as a cop gave me chances to invent new excuses to cover my ass. But after more than 20 years of fake reasons, what else could I find? I really had nothing to think about, without making authority suspicious. "We won't skip the party this year", he surprised me. "I need to confront this old fart head-on, and tell him what I think of nonsense he says and does. I want to look him straight into his eyes!" Breathless, that's the word best describing my feeling; my son had acquired my own same determination! Part of me wanting him to rise against the State, but rationally I was conscious about all risks he was running. "Eli, my love, keep calm", I hugged him from behind holding his body close to mine. "As I said, one step at a time. Life is long..." "I'll come to ceremony properly dressed", he looked at me with a new light into his eyes. "But first explain me this story of electrons and protons. Or, or..." "Or what!" I grabbed his wrists againd and squeezed firmly; until he lived into my house and negative blood was flowing through his veins, I had full power on him. "Or I take advantage of President's question and answers time! Just make me learn a few words..." How could I explain our different status in a few words, how could I make him aware of my HIV's role in this world when he couldn't afford it yet? "It's difficult to shorten, honey! And time is almost up", I just said. "I'll tell you tomorrow, during breakfast. At the table with mom, she's better than me in talking..." He cleared his throat, shaking his head: "you and mom, I heard you talking about this for years..." My face turned red and I hardly contained myself. "Proton and electron. Have these words something to do with gifter? Why mom calls you like that and I can't?" I always considered my boy as smart but I couldn't expect him to connect dots so quickly. "It's a nickname we got from young age", I lied. "Something to do with the ring I gave her when we first dated. Nothing special, it was a silver ring I could afford at those times." "And milk", he insisted. "She told you she had to pause me up with her milk and you didn't let her..." No way, my liar days had definitely gone since long, without me even noticing; Eli had really become an adult but the risk was really too high to accept. "Toxic milk, scorpions on her breasts, dad please... I no longer believe in fairy tales!" The situation turned definitely out of control, hard to admit that my son was not easy to manipulate; so I let him talk. "Pause makes no sense. I have read somewhere about scorpions related to a power, called poz! Not PAUSE! Gimme a fucking explanation NOW! Or..." "Or the fuck NOTHING!" He was evidently no longer joking, I couldn't allow him to dare asking the president such questions or give him the responses he wanted as well. We remained silent for some seconds while the clock over our heads signed 11:30 in the morning then, without looking at him, I took a set of keys from the living room's drawer. "I have two news, Elias", I told him moving the keys from a hand to another, his face turning suddenly sad. "One bad, one good. The good is you skip the ceremony because we would be half an hour late, and the bad..." I soundly shook the keys in front of him and grabbed his arm with my free hand. "It's cage time, Eli. Seriously. For your own safety. Matter of life or death for all of us."

Continuing the story…. We followed Rob out into the shared area of the complex. There were rooms around the central area, that had a pool and hot tubs. He took us to a corner of the complex where there was an outdoor dungeon. In the center was a sling. There were four guys there sucking each other in different corners. It was dark outside with only dim lighting. Rob lifted me into the swing and began fucking me. With gymnast skill, Gino jumped up on top of me and lifted my legs so they could double fuck me. I was spinning and so relaxed and my hole and been fucked by both of them for hours so I was as loose as I’d ever been, but I didn’t think I could take these two at the same time. Rob slid in first. He felt so good and I moaned as he warmed me back up. Then Gino put his head at the entrance and firmly forced the tip in. They had obviously had lots of practice together. I didn’t think I could take getting double fucked again, but I was so high I could have taken an elephant, I thought. They both came again, one shortly after the other. While I was catching my breath, Rob was talking to the guys. One by one they came over and fucked me. None of them came but the nastiness of having four strangers stick their dicks in my slag hole was hot. Rob and Gino pretty much carried me back to the room. They smoked some more and Gino blew some more smoke in my face. I didn’t fight it but didn’t try to inhale it either. Rob said he was going for a walk and left for awhile. Gino and I talked for a bit and then he stuck his still hard cock in me again. He felt soooo good inside and I told him. I knew it was the drugs but I felt like I was falling in love with him. He was so handsome and nice and sexually in tune with me. Then he said, “You ready?” ”For what?” I asked, wondering what else they hadn’t already done. Gino slid three fingers inside me along side his cock. It felt fantastic. Then he added a forth and got his hand in up to his knuckles and held it there while he fucked me hard. It was better than being double fucked. I screamed as I tried to cum but the T was keeping me limp and unable to com. After a few minutes, he slid out, backed down and told me to just relax my body and my hole. He petted the outside and softly massaged the inside. It felt good. I felt a burning. I’m not sure to this day if he added more T but I wouldn’t be surprised. Then he inserted all four fingers up to his knuckles. I knew what he was doing now. “I’ve only been fisted once by a guy with small hands years ago and that was for like ten seconds.” I said. ”Just relax.” He replied. He coached me to breathe and push out and before long his whole big fist was in me. Fireworks blew in my brain and my entire body started to shudder. “Oh fuck, Gino. Oh fuck!” Then Gino started to turn it gently one direction and the other. I couldn’t believe the ecstasy that was wracking my entire body. Like every nerve was on fire. I moaned so loudly I thought someone would complain from another room. He continued by pulling almost all the way out and then back in. Finally I asked him to pull out. My nervous system was overloaded and I could not take any more. To be continued.

41st bday coming up on the 18th. I'm on vacation...I'll shoot for 41 loads on my vacation. Anyone wanna help? Hamilton - Toronto ish

MY NEPHEW AT THE GAY NUDE BEACH— You may have read my previous account of one of the times my young nephew stayed at my place and I introduced him to the joys of adult bookstores and video arcades and glory holes. He was instantly a big fan. But, at his age, he’s definitely a big fan of sex in general, any time and any where. I discovered that he had never been to a nude beach, so, last weekend, on a Saturday, we drove down to the San Gregorio gay nude beach. It’s been a nude beach since 1966, and the beach-goers are predominantly gay men. The men are in the habit of building driftwood “forts” on the sand, each one delineating a personal space for its occupant(s). The parking lot and access road are privately owned, and an admission fee is charged. The beach itself is public property. The weather there is always a gamble, with some days completely fogged in, and cold and windy, and other days are sunny and warm. I knew that, if the weather was clear, the beach would be crowded on a Saturday, so we got there early. The man who was collecting the admission fee to the parking lot seemed very skeptical about my nephew’s age. He hadn’t brought ID, so it looked like there might be trouble. But, I slipped the man a $20 bill and I told him that was how old my nephew was. We cobbled together 2 driftwood “forts,” side by side. I had brought along what I called, “my lucky shirt which had large block letters spelling out, “FUCK ME.” I tacked it to a piece of driftwood and placed it up high between our 2 driftwood forts where anybody walking by could clearly see it, and, hopefully act on it. The fog was starting to burn off so I could tell that it was going to be a good beach day. I gave each of us a good strong booty bump. Then, we kicked back and blew clouds while we waited for the crowd to arrive. We didn’t have to wait long. I could see a muscular, middle aged man down at the far end of the beach, walking in our direction. As he got closer, I was sure he could see our, “FUCK ME” sign. At first, he was walking down by the water, but suddenly, he veered up closer and closer to where my nephew and I were, our heads down and our asses up. His first words, referring to the, “FUCK ME” sign, were, “Is this for real ?” I said, “Sure. Your choice. Take your pick.” Of course he chose my nephew. Young, smooth, and cute ? Who wouldn’t make that choice ? Little did he know that I had brought my camera, and I was recording the whole scene. My nephew was lying on his back, legs up and back while the guy fucked him. My nephew could see me with the camera, but the guy fucking him was face down, so he didn’t see me. Luckily, my nephew didn’t say anything. He just let out a high pitched moan with every thrust of the guys fat cock into my nephew’s hole. When the guy started gasping, I knew that he was going from pounding my nephew’s ass to pumping it full of cum. After he pulled out, he said, “Thanks, guys. That was hot !” Imagine that. A nice guy as well as being a hot fuck. Now, I could see a lot more men trudging down the beach and claiming spare driftwood to build their own forts. Quite a few of them noticed our, “FUCK ME” sign and pointed and laughed, all in good fun. I was sure that some of them would stop by later on to check us out a little more closely. My first fuck of the day was a homely fat guy with an equally big fat dick. Many times I’ve said that a big dick can make up for a lot of ugly. LOL. Plus, I don’t discriminate, especially when I’m spun on crystal. He sure was heavy, lying on top of me, but I was loving having his big prick stretching my hole and making me take it deep while I hit the poppers, again and again. The bonus was that he was a really heavy cummer, too. Thumbs up ! Whenever either one of us was getting fucked, it always drew a small group of men who gathered close, stroking their dicks and checking out the action, their camera phones up and constantly recording. Some of them just wanted to watch and some of them were waiting for their turn to fuck my nephew or me. Although I’m still pretty good looking and I’m still in pretty good shape, there’s no comparison to how hot my young nephew is. His ass was the prize that most of them wanted. And, good for him. I’m really proud of him. When it was time to go, I recovered my lucky, “FUCK ME” shirt, and I shoved a butt plug up my nephew’s hole to keep the huge amount of cum from running down his legs. The final count was 2 loads for me and 6 for my nephew ! He asked me if we were coming back tomorrow.

I live some way out of town, on a farming property. I’m not the farmer, though, I have a town job - others in the family take care of stuff out on the place. One of the things I love most is the rare occasion I find myself home alone… I love the quiet, the big space of the view across the valley, the sense of calm, and being far away from other people for a period of time. Today was one of those days—the rest of the household is away for a week. I woke up naked in bed after a Saturday sleep-in and decided not to bother putting on any clothes (naturally). So good to have the house to myself. I opened up all the windows, as it was a nice summer morning. Made some tea and sat on the verandah for a while, just enjoying the peace with the cat, watching the horses grazing down the hill. I noticed that some of the plants on the verandah needed water, so I made a mental note to come back and fix them shortly. Heading back inside, I turned on some music. Since no one else was home, I turned it up loud so I could hear it everywhere. I tidied the kitchen a bit, then went out to the other side of the house to bring a bucket of water for the plants. Soon after, I was working my way down the row of plant pots on the front verandah, watering and enjoying the cool summer breeze on my naked ass. Another good thing about this place is you can hear a car or truck coming up the gravel road from quite a distance away, so there is plenty of time to pull on some pants if anyone comes in. Just as I was thinking that, I heard a tentative voice very close say “um… hey…?”. I spun around in surprise to find a slim young lad in tradies shorts and a singlet standing awkwardly on the verandah steps. There was a small truck parked in the drive, and I suddenly remembered that the plumber was coming to look at a problem with our water pump today. Damn, with my music so loud, I didn’t hear them drive in! Realising that the boy had already seen everything there is to see of me naked, and that I would have to walk the full length of the verandah anyway to go inside and get dressed, I said “Oh, sorry - forgot you guys were coming. I should put some clothes on”. Being polite, I guess, he just said, “No worries. Mike is around looking at the pump now—he asked me to let you know we’re here.” At this point, Mike walked around the side of the house and came towards us. He is a pretty decent guy, few words, just gets stuff done - mid-30s, strong and with a full ginger beard. Clearly, he saw that I was naked talking to his apprentice, but there was no outward reaction in his expression. At that moment, I became aware of two things: firstly, during the few moments I’d been talking with the boy, he had been looking mostly at my cock; secondly, given the attention, it was starting to get half-hard, lifting up a bit. Good grief. It’s so embarrassing, but there's nowhere to hide now. Mike, coming up to stand with us, said, “I can see the problem. Grab your boots, I’ll show you.” He glanced at my boots, right next to where he was standing on the step. Thinking this is foolish, but they’re kind of acting like nothing is wrong, and there’s almost no point putting pants on at this stage; I walked towards Mike and pulled the boots onto my bare feet. He was already heading off back around the side by the time I got down the steps, with the boy following a bit awkwardly close to me. As we turned the corner, his warm shoulder brushed mine. Mike was standing by the pump shed, which is about chest height, just to cover the water pump from the weather. He gestured down for me to look inside and said, “At the back, there’s a drip, so it’s losing pressure - just needs a new seal.” I had to crouch down to look inside where he was pointing. True enough, there was a small leak dripping. As I had my head down looking, he took a step back from looking over my shoulder. I turned my head and found myself face-to-face with an enormous cock, flopped out of his shorts. It had a drop of pre-cum on the end of it. I looked up at his face, and he just nodded, so I knew what to do…

Kyle was an 18 year old high school senior. Excelled at sports. Aced most of his classes. Except one. That was his history class. His teacher Mr. Caine secretly lusted after Kyle. Caine was a tall hairy guy. He was also a well respected teacher. With Kyle on the verge of flunking, Kyle talked to his parents and girlfriend who convinced him to talk to Caine about making up some assignments. Since he had sometime before graduation. “Kyle. I’m not sure if there’s enough time for you to make up the class.” “Please Mr. Caine.” “I’ll do anything you say.” “Anything?” Caine raised his eyebrow. “Yessir”. “I need to pass so I can graduate.” Caine got up walked over to Kyle unzipped his pants and pulled them down. “Suck my hard cock Kyle.” “Sir, I’m not gay.” “You’re not going to pass my class either.” “If you don’t do as I say.” Kyle knew he had no choice. He took in Caine’s big thick cock and started sucking him. Caine got undressed and ordered Kyle to get undressed. Both completely naked. Caine positioned the young man on a chair leaning him against the wall. Caine slowly slid his dick into the young man’s virgin tight hole. Kyle screamed with an unlubed dick went in. Caine didn’t care. He was rough fucking the young man. For Kyle what felt like hours was almost over. Caine felt his dick pulsate in Kyle’s ass. Shooting several loads into him. Caine grunted. Pulled out. Kyle fell to the floor. Caine got dressed. Smiled at him. “You passed my class.” Then walked out. Before Kyle could pull himself together. The overweight 53 year old custodian came in. Saw a naked Kyle with loads coming out of his ass. Decided to fuck him too. Before Kyle could do anything the old man was inside of him shooting off his loads……unfortunately for Kyle the custodian threatened to tell his girlfriend. Unless he continues to have sex with him and a few of his friends.

I love a guy with a dad bod.

If the bowl is filled with just cum, then half-and-half (assuming the loads are all freshly produced); if it's even a little stale, just turkey baste them all in my hole - nothing tastes worse than stale jizz. That being said, I have a bit of a kink around cumming in a bowl of some type of food - think diced strawberries. Me and my partner both squirt loads onto them, and we spoon feed each other the resulting strawberries and cream, after we give the bowl a good mix and let our loads coat each piece of fruit. Yeah, I'm that kind of kinky... >:-)

[think before following links] https://twitter.com/i/status/1577730972480524288 Knocked his ass up with that load!

In Cleveland for a couple days would love to collab and shoot some vids with some poz brothers ☣️😈 hit me up if interested... Around until 3/25...

I'll give an example, for those interested. There is a 5-letter word beginning with "t", derived from a Polynesian language, that in a general sense means "forbidden" - but with the context that it's a cultural proscription. Anyone who remembers the Brady Bunch episodes set in Hawaii should recall the small carved idol that Bobby found and which may or may not have caused all sorts of bad things to happen to others - all the while, he was thinking it was a good luck charm, if I recall correctly. It's often used in certain people's profiles and personal ads to indicate a sexual interest in certain things that are highly illegal (at least in most western cultures). Used in that context - which is almost always how it's used in a sex-oriented discussion space - it's almost certainly going to cause problems, with people using that discussion space to talk about some very unsavory things (and exposing the site to substantial criminal liability). So the word is just banned, period. There ARE other contexts - like the Brady Bunch idol situation - where the word would be appropriate, but as @viking8x6 notes, you can treat it as an opportunity to exercise your vocabulary. The simple term "forbidden" can do about 90-95% of the work there, for instance.

you do you bro

I got puzzled my first week in london when I moved here from Ireland in June 2004. I played with who slammed me for the first time using his needle.i knew he was poz and I got both HIV and Hep C in that shot. I didn't go on meds until I went full blown in 2011. I have some mutations in my strain which means I develop AIDS quickly once I'm off meds. In 2018, it only took 7 months to go full blown, KS and everything

ABS glory holes.

Wow! I haven't used Vaseline since I first started fucking. Was always a great time with it. I normally use coconut oil nowadays though

Hello 👋🏽. 29 Top Vers Pig living in HTX. I like to parTy and pull my dick out! 🐽

PART 2 Jack grabbed a Dopp kit from the coffee table, then opened it to reveal four prepared points. “I made these just in case,” he said with a smirk. He pulled out a tourniquet and started wrapping it around my bicep. “You ready to become a slampig, buddy?” I paused. I didn’t even know I wanted this – not until right that moment. But my dick told me everything I needed to know: it was rock-hard and pulsing. “Yeah,” I finally said. “Yeah. I want this.” “You want what?” “I want you to slam me.” “Atta boy. I love slamming guys for the first time.” With that, he placed a pillow under my arm and ran an alcohol wipe across my most prominent vein. “Nice veins, buddy. It’s gonna be easy to push this T into your bloodstream.” He knelt between my legs, his hard cock pressed against my inner thigh. Then he tapped the syringe to release the air bubbles. “OK, bud,” he said. “Here’s how it’s gonna go. I’m gonna slide this needle into your vein. Then I’m gonna pull back the plunger. If we see blood flow into the rig, that’s good – it means we’re in the vein. I’m gonna slowly push the plunger down until this entire slam is in your bloodstream. Then I’ll release the tourniquet. You’ll want to cover the injection site with the alcohol pad and raise your arm in the air. And just so you know: you’re probably gonna cough, and you might have trouble breathing at first. But just ride the wave, OK? You’re gonna be fine. I’m right here with you.” “OK,” I said. “Let’s do it.” “Yeah? You want this slam, boy?” “Fuck yeah I do.” “Atta boy. I can’t wait to make you a fuckin’ slampig.” He slid the needle into my arm, then pulled the plunger back. The rig turned deep red. “See that, bud? We’re in your fuckin’ vein,” he said – then grinned like a demon. I could feel his dick getting slick against my thigh with a steady stream of precum. “You ready for this?” “Yes please.” “OK. Just tell me if it starts to hurt, OK?” I nodded. Then he steadily pushed the plunger down, sending a combination of meth, water, and blood directly into my bloodstream. I started to feel a catch in my throat as he removed the needle and released the tourniquet. He placed the alcohol pad on my arm and helped me lift my arm in the air. Then it hit me. I coughed violently – three or four times. “Fuck yeah, there’s the cough,” he said. “That means it’s a nice fat hit.” I leaned back and tried to catch my breath as we locked eyes again. “It’s OK, buddy. I’m right here. Just ride the wave.” He started running his hands over my chest, over my stomach, down to my cock. Then he rubbed my taint, causing my entire body to shudder. Jack let out a dark laugh. “Fuck yeah, slampig,” he growled, then leaned down to run his tongue between my balls and my hole. I can’t remember if I spread my own legs or if he spread them for me – but before I knew it, he’d buried his face in my butt. His tongue made its way to my slammed-up hole. He played with my nips, which seemed to be hard-wired directly to my dick and my ass. As he munched away at my butt, I felt dark waves of energy radiating out from my throbbing hole. “Jesus. Fucking. Chriiiiiist,” I moaned. “Thank you. Thank you for giving me that slam.” “Dude – my pleasure. Your hole is fuckin’ quivering. And it’s nice and musky, just the way a pig’s hole should be.” “You gonna slam too?” “Yup, I’ll do it now. I gotta catch up with you, slampig. But can you do me a favor?” “Fuck yeah. Anything.” “Play with your butt while I do my point. I wanna watch you finger your slammed-up hole.” He was already applying the tourniquet. As he slid the needle into his vein, I slid three fingers into my slammed-up hole. “Atta boy,” Jack growled. “Now taste your fingers.” Just like he said: nice and musky – a true pighole lubed up with sweat and spit. As I reached down for another taste, I heard Jack cough, and I saw him raise his arm in the air with a giant smile on his face. “Oh fuck, dude,” he said, his breath heaving as the rush washed over him. “I can’t wait to breed your slammed-up hole.” By that point, I had four fingers buried in my butt. Jack’s dick dripped as he watched me play with my hole. Then he pressed his raw cock against me – so I moved my hand out of the way. “I’ve wanted to fuck you for months,” he said. “I’ve wanted to slam you for months, too. And I cannot wait to flood you with my cum and slampiss.” I pulled my legs back, exposing my slammed-up fuckhole. And then Jack placed the head of his cock against my furry butt and went balls-deep in one long, steady thrust. His eyes rolled back as my entire body quivered. “Dude,” he said, “Your throbbing cunt is milking my dick, slampig. Such a good boy.” He lodged his cock deep while he played with my nips. My ass shuddered, and my hard dick dripped precum all over my furry abs. “I’m not gonna last long,” he moaned, his hips thrusting in and out of my hungry hole. “You want my seed?” “Oh fuck yeah,” I replied. “Fuckin’ breed me.” “You gonna be my boy tonight? You gonna be my slampig?” “Yes sir. I already am.” “Fuck yeah – you already are. Maybe you figured this out, but Connor and I were planning this all along. He left us alone so I could slam you one-on-one. He’s out for the night – probably taking loads at the bathhouse. So tonight’s just you and me, OK?” “Fuck yeah. I love it.” “We could even slam again if you want to.” My dick jumped. “Oh fuck.” “Does that excite you?” “Yes. It really does.” “Yeah, slampig? You hungry for more meth in your veins?” “Yes, sir.” “You ready for this load?” “Oh yes. Breed my slammed-up hole.” “You’re gonna get it, buddy. And you know what?” “What’s that?” “When we do our next hit, I’m gonna administer your slam while my dick’s inside you. ‘Cuz you’re my slampig now.” “Yes. I’m your boy.” “That’s right. I’ll take good care of you. Now fucking take my load, slampig.” And with that, Jack pumped his seed into my hole while I shot a thick load all over my furry stomach. “Fuck, boy,” he said. “Let’s go for slam #2.” I reached down to play with the cum dripping from my cunt. Then he wrapped the tourniquet around my arm and slid that needle into my vein – and I’ve been a filthy slampig ever since. THE END

Chapter 2 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. * * * As Mr. Sanchez's office door closed behind him, Caleb's thoughts ricocheted about. He wondered nervously whether he had done enough to keep Mr. Sanchez from making a report to Principal Lenox. With a curious mix of excitement and anxiousness, he wondered what Mr. Sanchez planned to do later at their lunch-time meeting. Moreover, what is it that Mr. Sanchez had been sending and to whom on Caleb's cell? Snatching his focus from these thoughts, however, was the slickness of the cum lubing Caleb's ass cheeks as he walked down the hallway. Caleb's cock swelled inside his pants as he dwelled on this feeling, which was wholly new and entirely pleasant to him. Caleb walked himself back to first-period calculus — the same class he had left earlier to go masturbate in the boy's bathroom. Was it still first period, though? Without his phone he couldn't check the time, and for the life of him, he couldn't remember if he had heard the bell or not while Mr. Sanchez had been pounding that big, raw dick into his teen butthole. Whatever the case, Caleb needed to retrieve his backpack. He swallowed his nerves as he pulled open the door to Mr. Jacobs' room. The familiar eyes of his fellow classmates were on Caleb as he walked into the silent room. It was, indeed, still first period. The books and papers on everyone's desk indicated quiet time for assignment work. In a hushed tone, Mr. Jacobs gently called Caleb over. "Everything okay, Caleb?" "Yes, Mr. Jacobs." "You were gone for quite a while. I was just about to send someone to check on you." "I'm fine." Caleb declined to preempt Mr. Jacobs' curiosity as he hurriedly considered the implications of various explanations. By not giving Caleb an excuse note, Mr. Sanchez had put Caleb in an awkward position. How was he to justify the mid-class detour to let Mr. Sanchez please himself inside Caleb's lower intestines? Brow furrowed, Mr. Jacobs searched Caleb's face for information that words had not furnished. "Is there a reason you were gone for most of class, then?" "Mr. Sanchez asked me to his office." "He gave you a pass, yes?" Caleb fidgeted in the face of Mr. Jacobs' insistence. "No, I think he forgot." Eyebrow raised, Mr. Jacobs replied, "Mr. Sanchez is not one to forget. If he let you back without a pass, that tends to be for one reason only." Caleb, unaccustomed to having to justify his actions, felt butterflies in his stomach -- a strangely complimentary accompaniment to the soreness in his rear. Mr. Jacobs opened his desk drawer and pulled out his cell. After a few taps and swipes, he set his cell on the desk, screen down, and looked back up at his nervous student. "I'm going to need you to stay after class, Caleb. Head back to your seat." Caleb made his way to the back of the class, moving through the curious glares of his classmates. He surmised their silent efforts to reconcile his behavior that morning with his always-follows-the-rules reputation. Mr. Jacobs' statement about the reason for the missing pass bounced around inside Caleb's skull, but he could not bring himself to believe that Mr. Jacobs could possibly know what precisely had transpired in Mr. Sanchez's office. Could such extraordinary events be guessed with so little context? The most forceful doubt that kept the thought turning in Caleb's mind was the fact that Mr. Jacobs had conferred with his cell phone. Why would he want to check his personal device instead of any of the official communication channels internal to their school intranet? As Caleb took his seat, the pressure of the chair against his ass made for a fresh reminder of how his hole had been made to satisfy Mr. Sanchez's substantial manhood. Caleb found the feeling both discomforting and satisfying. He wondered how Mr. Sanchez's DNA was fairing inside his freshly fucked rectum. Caleb's hardening cock began to push his pants upward into the underside of his desk. The rustle of his classmates' belongings signaled the impending bell tone, which followed on cue. The class emptied of all but Caleb and Mr. Jacobs. Unable to hide his erection, Caleb remained at his seat, hoping his post-class conversation with Mr. Jacobs would not force his erection into view. "Caleb, you can come on up here, please." Caleb stood up and moved to the front of the room. Mr. Jacobs walked over to the classroom door, and as he was locking it, with his back still to Caleb, said dryly, "Nice erection." Caleb's eyes widened in embarrassment. Mr. Jacobs turned to face his silent student. "You know you should be more careful letting a grown man like Mr. Sanchez inseminate you without protection, my dear boy. You're just asking for HIV." Caleb's stomach flipped. Any doubt that he had about what Mr. Jacobs knew evaporated. The mention of HIV added a more ominous dimension to the trouble that Caleb already knew himself to be in. What else did his math teacher possibly know? "Take your clothes off, and get up on my desk. Lie on your back and hold your legs all the way back for me. I have to make this quick." Caleb's heart felt as though it wanted to leap out of his rib cage. He complied with the old man's instructions, adjusting to the coldness of the desk against his naked back. "Mr. Sanchez load you up good?" The crude directness was surprising coming from the mouth of the otherwise straight-laced Mr. Jacobs. Of course, neither would Caleb have imagined presenting his freshly bred hole to a gray-haired, balding, gaunt old man like Mr. Jacobs either. Caleb watched between his lifted legs as his calculus teacher fumbled his thin, long cock out of his unzipped fly. "You going to answer my question, slut, or are you looking to fail this quiz?" Without waiting for a response, Mr. Jacobs plunged his index finger deep into Caleb's hole, stirring the fresh cum inside, then pulled it out, and promptly shoved it right into Caleb's mouth. "Go ahead and suck Mr. Sanchez's baby batter off my finger, slut." Caleb sucked on his calculus teacher's cum-drenched digit eagerly, savoring the unique saltiness of Mr. Sanchez's load. Mr. Jacobs withdrew his finger from Caleb's mouth and quickly gripped his surprisingly bright-pink dick, plunging it right into Caleb's cum-lubed hole without warning. Caleb let out a surprised, "Unh!", as Mr. Jacobs muttered, "Oh fuck!" Mr. Jacobs' abrupt bottoming out inside the teen's anal cavity left a pained look on Caleb's face. "Grip my cock as tightly as you can with your ass muscles, Caleb. Mr. Sanchez will absolutely destroy you if you let his load leak out before lunch." Caleb squeezed his ass muscles tightly around his math teacher's long, bare dick as it continued to press painfully against Caleb's second hole. Mr. Jacobs looked fixated at the place where the base of his cock came into contact with the teen's fuckhole. "You ever take grandpa cock bare before, Caleb?" Mr. Jacobs slowly started moving his dick back and forth inside Caleb's cum-filled ass. "No, Mr. Jacobs." Caleb savored the feeling of having a second raw cock forcing its way into his already used fuckchute. "Well, maybe I should change your homework assignment and have you bring a bottle of dick pills to the assisted living facilities around here to do some community servicing. It would look great on your college applications, for one thing. And I bet you could easily get a dozen loads in your juicy ass before school if you started early enough." Caleb moaned and then replied, "Yes, Mr. Jacobs." He felt the old man's cockhead poking painfully at his second hole. "You are every bit the nasty slut Mr. Sanchez said you were." Mr. Jacobs picked up the pace of his fucking. "Ow, ow!" Caleb exclaimed softly, trying not to offend Mr. Jacobs but unable to ignore the pain he was feeling. "You want me to slow down, Caleb?" Caleb nodded, wincing. Mr. Jacobs looked directly into Caleb's pained eyes and began slamming his cock harder and harder into the boy's hole, pummeling the teen's tightly closed second hole over and over with his snake-like dick. "Ah, fuck!" Caleb inhaled sharply, still not realizing that his effort to grip Mr. Jacob's cock tightly with his anal opening was also keeping his second hole from relaxing against the assault it was enduring. "I'm going to make you into my little first period pussyboy, Caleb. Would you like that, slut? You want to be your teacher's little pussyboy?" Mr. Jacobs pounded the teen's fuckchute even faster. With a pained voice, Caleb managed to say, "Yes,... sir… aah…." "You come into my classroom smelling freshly fucked and full of cum again, and you can expect exactly the same treatment, you understand, slut?" "Unh! Yes, sir…." In spite of his efforts, some cum managed to leak from Caleb's hole down his ass crack and pooled on Mr. Jacobs desk. Mr. Jacobs' thrusts reached their peak as he continued slamming Mr. Sanchez's load deeper into Caleb's guts. "Here comes my load, pussyboy!" Mr. Jacobs grunted loudly as he began coating the teen's insides with his thick grandpa load, adding to Mr. Sanchez's frothed up cum. Caleb did his best to keep gripping Mr. Jacob's spindly, raw cock as tightly as he could. "Keep gripping my dick like that, Caleb. I want you to milk every last drop of cum into your pussy." "Yes, Mr. Jacobs." Caleb watched through his legs as the old man's thrusting slowed and came to a rest. Caleb continued gripping his ass muscles as Mr. Jacobs began his slow, methodical withdraw. "Careful not to spill, boy. You gotta keep all that cum in you through lunch, remember." "Yes, sir," Caleb replied dutifully, the pain in his voice having been replaced by relief. "Good boy. Now show me your hole." Caleb tilted his pelvis upward and pulled back on his spread legs even more. Mr. Jacobs picked up his cell and snapped some closeups of Caleb's pink, cum-glistening hole. The gray-haired calculus teacher then took a few steps back, pressed something on the screen, and staring into his phone, asked Caleb, "How many loads you got in you, boy?" "Two, sir." "Good boy. You going to be my personal pussyboy from now on?" "Yes, sir." "Now tell all the horny old men watching this that you love raw senior citizen cock." Caleb hesitated. "Say, 'I love raw grandpa cock in my teen pussy.'" "I love raw grandpa cock in my teen pussy." "Now get your creamy boypussy to class, slut. You're going to be late." * * *

Rape is a wonderful thing. I've had the pleasure of raping a few twinks in my time... both conscious and unconscious unwilling boys. Only been legitimately raped once.... In fact, as I write I realise that, firstly, this is the first time I admit that I WAS RAPED TERRIBLY, RUTHLESSLY, no lube, no mercy. Secondly, this is why I am a moral-less rapist mself. My asaulting abuser was hard as a rock, raw, pierced, poz,.. i was handcuffed and very, deeply unwiling. I was not in consent of any single moment of the encounter once I was taken and he started using me ... Of course, it goes without saying that I very much wanted his diseased seed... but not him or his desired method of impregnation..... I despised, hated, feared and loathed every second of it: Screaming no, being slapped around, told to shut the fuck up and torn asunder until destroyed. Afterward I was truly greatful and horny as a beast for literally weeks. For a time I contemplated suicide. I a actually thankful for these thoughts, but also thankful that they diminished. I gained a grewt perspective on life, on sex, on bareback and on AIDS et al by staring death in the face an embracing pasionately and lustfully the corrupt, destructive facts of nature, especially human nature. I now subject myself very often to the most filthy, unspeakable and revolting fetishes and abuse: real time sexual (and other physical) encounters, totally void of any slef respect. A truly BEAUTIFUL AND ATRFUL RAPE is devoid of any respect neither party can have any sef respect and neither rapist nor victim could possibly hold any respect for the other, certainly not after the horror or rape. This lack of respect is tantamount to the ethical void from which rape emerges: a depraved void that is it in turn, often, creates in its deserving victim. A rapist (specifically a barebqck rapist) is deemed righteous simply by choosing to rape, a rightousness that exponentially increases if he is diseased and or poz, especialy viral, as this increases his damge and decreases the respect of himself and the victim. Similarly a victim is deserving of rape purely by the virtue of being abvailable and vulenerable to the sordid abuse of the rapist. I am very happy about these facts all. ... I've suffered many tragedies in life but none as physically, emotionally and mentally destructive and irreversible as the act of being taken in rape. In spite of this, and i some sick twisted way, BECAUSE of this., I utterly condone you and refain from any immediate judgement if your desire is to rape. I hope i is something you can/will feel open to discuss the practice of often. Welcome are your replies, especially condoning my attitude, dispespecting or even hating me. Hate me and disrespect me so I may keep my self respect as low as possible and my vulnerability as high as possible to degrade myselr embarqssingly, leaving myselr open to the utterly beautiful horror or rape. With disrespect, Cunt4loads

3. Around eleven I woke up again with my cock throbbing. I’d never had morning wood that bad before. I realized that I hadn’t gotten off at all during my time with Sir. I thought about jerking off but somehow didn’t really want to. I knew that that wasn’t going to solve the hunger I was feeling. Before showering or even getting out of bed I was on the hook-up apps seeing who was around. I cast a wide net, woofing and messaging anyone who was remotely attractive and listed as a vers or top. While I was scrolling through Grindr a few messages stated to come in on Scruff. The first message was from a 22-year-old from around the neighborhood that I’d tried to hook up with before but we’d never really gotten off the ground. I thought he was cute but had only ever seen his profile pics before, but today he messaged “horny as fuck and looking to fuck,” and unlocked his picks. The first couple showed a nice trim body, and then much to my surprise a thick uncut cock nestled in a close-cut crop of pubes. Next was a message from a guy that I’d woofed at who was also close by. He was older and looked more like a daddy type with a bit of a gut and a stubbly face. His profile listed him as a top, and he said he loved to pound a boy’s hole, so I thought he seemed promising. His message though was just a perfunctory “Hi, thanks for the woof sexy.” Third was a hot jock from a little further away that I’d messaged saying I was horny. He responded with “Me too,” and a photo of a long heavily veined cock. The last one was from an occasional fuck buddy that I had message asking if he was around today. “Not till this afternoon,” was his response. I thought for a moment, then got up, took a picture of my ass in the mirror, complete with some dried cum from Sir the night before and sent it to all four guys with the message, “I’ll be taking loads all day let me know if you want to come by.” Emboldened by what I had done I started sending that as my greeting to a few guys. Then I logged onto Grindr and did the same thing. The first to respond was from my fuck buddy, “Fuck that’s hot, I never knew you were such a pig. I’ll let you know when I’m done with work, probably around 6.” My hole twitched as I told him to text me when he was on his way and included my number just in case he didn’t have it. A few minutes later I got a message from the hot jock. He said he was free right now if I wanted it. I send him my address and my phone number, my heart pounding. His response came almost instantly, “Be there in thirty.” My heart was thudding even harder, and big drop of precum leaked from my cock. While I was waiting I kept hunting, I started looking for other hook up sites online, eventually finding BBRT and making a profile. I used the picture I’d just taken of my used hole. Set my profile to bottom, and loads yes please; and start messaging guys. While I was switching between all the sights the twink messaged me, “I’m free now, can I come breed you.” “I’ve got a guy on his way now, how about in say an hour?” I sent him my number and address. “Fuck yes, I’ll be there in an hour,” he replied. I already had three guys set up and it wasn’t even noon. I felt like a slut and I hadn’t done anything yet. A few more minutes of messaging, and a hot bear from not too far away messaged me. I told him I had two guys lined up and that he should come over after. I sent him my number and address as well. I had almost lost track of time when my buzzer went off, and I got a text from the jock saying “here.” My cock dripping precum, I buzzed him in. I didn’t bother getting dressed. I wanted him to know I was a slut. He knocked on my door and I opened it completely nude. He was dressed in a tight tank top, and a pair of basketball shorts that were tenting out slightly. He had a duffle bag slung over his shoulder and smelled slightly of sweat. “I just came from the gym,” he said by way of explanation as he closed the door, “I always get fucking horny after a workout. How many loads have you taken today?” “Well, four last night, but you’re my first today.” “That’s fucking hot,” he dropped the duffel, and kicked his shoes into the corner. Then without another word he stripped off his clothes down to a sweaty looking jock and shoved me towards his crotch. I needed no instructions, I pulled his cock out his steadily hardening dick. The picture he sent turned out to be very accurate as I sucked him hard I felt the veins start to stand out against the long shaft. He wasn’t extraordinarily thick, but his dick would get deep. With his balls in my hand I swallowed him as deep as I could, pushing myself till my nose was nestled in his ripe pubes. I licked the salty sweat from his shaft and swallowed, savoring the taste. He groaned and put his hands on the back of his head exposing his furry pits and letting the smell of his workout fill the room. I was in ecstasy, his sent was intoxicating and made me even hungrier for his load. That was the first time I really realized what the hunger I was feeling was, I needed this man’s load. Not just because Sir had told me he wanted me to collect loads but because I wanted them. I wanted to be a slut. Sir had known something about me that I hadn’t. This maybe to please him but it was also exactly what I was supposed to be doing with my life. I sucked the jock all the harder till he groaned deeply and pulled his cock from my mouth. “Fuck you keep going like that and I’ll end up blowing down your throat instead of in that cunt. Get on your back.” So, I did, right there on the Livingroom floor. I laid down with my legs in the air, presenting my hole to a man who’s name I didn’t even know. I heard my phone buzz, and the jock dropped a big glob of spit on my hole. There would be no eating me out till I was nice and loose like Sir, he was just going to slide deep inside of me. I took a deep breath as he squatted down and pressed his cock head against my hole. The pounding that Sir had given me the night before had left me a little tender, but it had also left me a little loose. As I breathed out slowly the jocks cock just slipped right inside of me deeper and deeper. In one long stroke he bottomed out and I felt his low hanging balls rest against me. I groaned and he smiled. “Fuck your pussy feels good. After that nice blow job I’m going to shoot a huge load in you.” “Will you,” I paused remembering Sir’s request for videos, “will you, um, take a video of you fucking me?” “Sure pig.” I opened the video on my phone and handed it to him. He lined up the shot and started to fuck me. There was no ramping up with him, he just started pounding my hole. I grunted as he drew the full length of his cock from me and then slammed it back in again, over and over. He started to sweat again, it glistened on his well-defined chest and in the thick hair that covered his arms. This was a brutal fucking, one that was intended for his pleasure and not mine. I must have been screaming after the first five minutes but I’m really not sure. I know I was covered in a sweat myself, I had thrown my hands above my head as he hammered me into the floor. He held onto my ankles making it almost impossible for me to move or change the position again. Suddenly without warning he slammed completely into me and held his cock there while it throbbed. “Take my load pig,” he growled as he unloaded in me. I let out a long breath as he pulled out of me. My hole felt wet and slick. “Thank you,” I said. “You’re welcome, I’ll hit you up again sometime,” he said getting dressed. I heard my phone buzz again and picked it up off the floor where the jock had dropped it when he was done filming. I had several messages on the apps and two texts. Both were from the twink. The first one read, “heading to your place now,” and the second said, “just got off the train be there in a few.” I quickly texted back, “Perfect the last guy just finished.” “Your next trick?” the jock asked? “Um, yeah actually,” I said a little sheepishly. “Fucking hot, how soon will he be here?” “Like two minutes.” He laughed, “Have fun.” Then he was gone. His footsteps had barely vanished down the hall when the buzzer went off. I buzzed the twink in knowing full well they were about to pass each other in the hall. Just as before I opened the door completely naked when the knock came, and in stepped the twink. “That guy I just passed dump a load in you?” “He sure as fuck did.” “Good then I won’t need any lube. Bend over the couch.” I hadn’t expected him to be dominant, he was so youthful looking and slight, but he pushed me towards the couch and I got on all fours bent over the back. “Look at that wet fucking pussy.” He stripped quickly showing he was already hard. He spat on his cock, pulled the foreskin back and shoved it in my hole. He’d been in my apartment for less than five minutes, I didn’t know his name either, and he was balls deep inside of me. Sir was right. I was a slut. The twink’s dick was much thicker than the last guy but not as thick as Sir so my hole opened quickly for him. Using the jocks load as lube he started to fuck me slowly. Moaning and complimenting my ass as he started to build up in intensity. For being young he knew how to fuck, his cock head slammed against my prostate every time making me leak. I suddenly remembered that I needed a video of him too, and grabbed my phone from where it lay next to me. “I want to see you fucking me, take a video on my phone,” I said as I handed it to him. “Fucking pig,” he said as he started to film without stopping. “Damn your phone is blowing up, lots of Scruff notifications. Oh, and a few unknown numbers. ‘I’m free now, when can I breed your hole,’” he was reading my texts. Holy shit I thought, what was I doing. The twink stopped fucking me and I looked back at him to see he was typing away on my phone. He smiled wickedly, “Don’t worry. I’m just helping you out.” With that he tossed the phone back onto the couch and started to fuck me harder than before. I slammed my ass back against his skinny body willing his dick to go deeper inside me. Slowly his breathing started to get more ragged and I felt his body tense behind me. He grunted and said “Fuck, I’m cu…” as he started to seed my hole. I sighed with satisfaction as I felt him drain his balls in me. For a long moment he stood there, hands still on my hips catching his breath. After a few minutes he slowly slid his cock out of my now very wet hole and slapped my ass cheek. “Have fun today pig,” he winked as he got dressed, “I have no idea who I invited over.” That’s what he had been doing on my phone! Before I could say anything else, he was gone.

Mike was jolted out of his reflection of the past week as the vehicle came to a stop and the engine shut off. He heard Jason speaking from the front of the car. ”Okay Mike, we’re here. I’m Going to come around and help you out and into the office.” ”Okay” Mike replied. He heard the drivers door open and Jason getting out. The door shut, a few seconds later he heard his door open. ”Okay Mike, give me your hand. I’ll help you out and into the office.” Mike reached out and felt Jason take his hand. He stepped out of the vehicle and felt Jason leading him along. ”There’s a curb here Mike, so step up. There you go. Okay I’m going to open the door and then we’ll head in.” Mike heard a key in a lock and then a door opening. He felt Jason grab his hand again and start to lead him forward. He knew he was definitely in a Dr’s office, it had that smell to it. Jason led him through a couple of turns and then they stopped. Mike heard a door close and then Jason spoke. ”Okay Mike, we’re in the procedure room, you can remove the blindfold now.” Mike took the blindfold off and looked around. He was definitely in a Dr’s office, the room looked like a typical exam room, but it was bigger. Looking around he saw a counter with a sink, cabinets above. A couple of chairs. Blood pressure cuffs and other exam tools. As he turned, he expected to see an exam table, but instead he saw a weird looking bench. It had multiple flat surfaces on it covered in vinyl padding. There was a larger pad on the top and on either side there were narrower pads. As Mike puzzled over it. Jason saw his confusion and told him what it was. ”This is the procedure table, We’ll have you kneel on these lower pads on the bench, then lay forward with your chest on the top pad and your arms on either side. We can also raise and lower the bench for optimum penetration.” ”Gotcha!” Mike replied ”Well let’s start with the usual, height, weight, blood pressure.” ”Okay” Jason had Mike step over to the scale and step on it. Marked his weight then used the built in ruler to check his height. ”Okay Mike, have a seat in a chair and I’ll get your temp and blood pressure.” Mike sat down and Jason went through both checks and marked them down. He then opened a drawer and pulled out a binder with some paperwork in it. ”Alright, so this is a contract we’ll need you to read through and sign. I’ll give you some time to go through it and after we will start getting you ready. Okay?” ”Sounds good, thanks Jason” ”Anytime! I’ll be back in a bit” With that, Jason left the room. Mike opened the binder and started reading. The contract basically stated that the recipient “Mike” was here under his own free will and was aware that he was going to be inseminated with a high viral load of HIV positive semen. And that although the procedure would most likely lead to contracting HIV, it was not guaranteed. It also went on to state that the recipient would not discuss the specifics or the procedure in general with anyone outside of this office. Mike read through the rest of the contract, there was nothing he wouldn’t expect to see. On the last page there was a box for his signature and date. He filled in both and closed the binder. Well this is it! He thought, he was about to take his first unmediated load of cum. His cock was rock hard and leaking precum in his briefs. Jason came back in the room a few minutes later. ”All finished?” He asked ”Yep, all finished and signed” “Great! So let’s go ahead and get started with prepping. I’m going to have you disrobe and get on the bench.” Mike started to remove his clothing, pulling his shirt over his head, then kicking his shoes off. Next came his shorts, then socks. He left his boxer briefs for last. He could see his hard cock straining to spring free. Jason noticed his bulge. ”I’m glad to see you’re so excited about this Mike!” He said laughing. “Nothing to be embarrassed about, even though this is a clinical setting, it’s still erotic” “Yeah, I’m definitely turned on right now” Mike replied. He hooked his thumbs in his briefs and pulled them off. Standing there naked. Jason looked him over and winked at him. ”Very nice Mike! Okay I’m going to have you lay on the bench, go ahead and kneel on the lower pads and lay forward putting your chest on the top pad and your arms on the pads just below on the side pads. I will then adjust the pads so you’re comfortable. Okay?” ”Okay” Mike replied. He stepped over to the bench and mounted the bench as Jason explained. Jason followed him over and stepped on a pedal on the floor, Mike felt the bench start to rise up until he was about level with Jason’s chest. He moved to the front of the bench and reached under the arm pads, he slid two L shaped bars out from under them and turned them 90 degrees. ”You can hold on to these during the procedure so you don’t feel like you going to go flying off. Okay I’m going to have you lift yourself up so you’re just kneeling on the lower pads.” Mike pushed himself up so he was kneeling on the bench, he heard Jason open a drawer behind him and then shut it. He walked back over and Mike saw he was holding a condom in his hand. ”I’m going to put this on you in case you ejaculate during the procedure, we like to get a specimen before you leave.” ”What do you use it for?” Mike asked. ”Well the Dr’s one regret is that he will not be able to father children, so he collects a specimen from all of his clients in case they decide later down the road they might want a child, we will then have a clean specimen to work with. I know you’ve had a vasectomy, but we like to keep a sample from all patients.” ”Okay” Mike replied. Jason put some surgical gloves on and then opened the condom wrapper. He placed the end over the head of Mikes cock and started to roll it down. Mike let out an involuntary groan as he felt it cover his length. ”Little excited aren’t we?” Jason said laughing and winked at mike again. “Okay go ahead and lean forward again.” Mike lay back down on the bench. He felt Jason reach under him and grab his cock to reposition it under the bench. ”Okay Mike, now I’m going to shave around your anus so we have a completely clean area for the procedure, just relax okay?” ”Ummm Okay?” Mike replied a little apprehensive. He heard the sink turn on and cabinets opening. Then things being placed on something metal. He looked back and saw Jason rolling a metal cart over with shaving cream, a razor, and a container of water. ”The shaving cream will probably feel a little cold when I apply it, so just be ready for that. I’ll let you know before I do it though okay?” ”Okay” Mike turned his head back around and heard Jason squeezing water out of something then a warm cloth was gently rubbing his ass cheeks and then he felt it running over his hole. The warm cloth was removed and he could feel the cool air hitting his ass. He shivered a little, then he heard the sound of the shaving cream shooting out of the can. ”Okay, this will feel a little cold” Mike felt the cold cream on his ass cheeks being spread around, then he felt it being spread in his crack and over his hole. Jason stepped away and Mike heard the sink turn on as Jason rinsed his hands, then walked back over. He heard the sound of the razor swishing in the water container and then Jason started to expertly shave his ass. He made quick work of it with sure strokes and delicacy around his hole. Before mike knew it Jason was rinsing him off with the warm wash cloth again. As quick as the process was, Mike felt the experience was one of the most erotic things he’d had done in a long time. ”Okay, all finished with that Mike, now I’m going to apply some lube and insert a small camera to look in your rectum, we want to make sure your completely clean inside.” He heard Jason removing just gloves and throwing them in the trash receptacle, then the sound of new ones going on. More drawers and cabinets opened, more sounds of things being placed on the cart. He heard Jason roll the cart back over and then his gloved hand on his shaved butt. ”The lube will feel cold and so will the camera. You shouldn’t feel any discomfort though during this okay?” ”Okay” Mike said shaking his head also. He heard the top of the lube opening and then a few seconds later the coldness of the lube on his hole. He felt Jason spread it around a little bit and then felt pressure as Jason Inserted his finger inside of him. He swirled it around a coupe times and then removed it. ”I’m going to insert the camera now. It will only take about thirty seconds to look, just relax and breath evenly okay?” ”Yep! I’m ready” Mike felt the coolness of a metal object on his anus, then pressure as Jason started to insert it. He felt it go past his inner sphincter and stop. He could feel it moving around inside of him as Jason looked. He then felt it retracting from him. ”Perfect!” Jason said. “All clean and it looks like the cleansing did its job, your rectum is definitely red and irritated a little. Is it uncomfortable?” ”Honestly, no. I don’t feel anything.” ”Perfect” Mike felt the warm cloth on his hole again as Jason wiped the lube away. ”Alright Mike, just lay there and relax, I’m going to clean this stuff up here and when the Dr comes in I will apply some more lubricant for the procedure and then the Doc will go over how things will happen. Okay?” ”Yeah! Sounds good to me”

“Hi Mike, I’m Jason Dr X’s assistant. Very nice to meet you” ”Nice to meet you too Jason, please come in” Mike held the door open for Jason, as he stepped inside. “This shouldn’t take too long Mike, I just need to collect a few samples and we will go over what to expect on Saturday. Assuming all the STD panels come back good. I know you said you haven’t caught anything, but we just want to make sure.” ”I completely understand” Mike replied. ”Kitchen table work okay for what we need?” He asked as he led Jason into the house. ”Yep that works perfect!” Mike led Jason to the kitchen and pulled a couple of chairs out. Jason removed a backpack from his shoulder and set it down while taking a seat. Mike followed in his own chair. ”Okay Mike, first thing and I hope you don’t mind. I need you to sign an NDA before we go any further. “ ”What is the NDA for?” Mike asked “Basically states, that you won’t discuss or disclose anything we talk about today or the procedure. The Dr likes to keep this on the quiet side and does not want details to be shared in the public” ”Okay, I can completely understand that” Jason pulled a folder from his bag and removed a document from it. He also grabbed a pen and handed them to Mike. Reading them over Mike signed and dated them, sliding them back to Jason, he put them back in the folder. ”Okay, now we can do the blood draws and other samples we’ll need Mike.” Jason started pulling tubes and containers out of his backpack. “So I’ll take two blood draws, a mouth swab, a urine sample, and just before I leave I’ll need a semen sample.” ”What’s the semen sample for?” Mike asked, feeling a little embarrassed. ”Well you stated that you’ve had a vasectomy, so the Dr. just wants to make sure you are still swimmer free”. ”Ah, yeah that makes sense” Jason started the process of the blood draws and as he did, he started to give Mike some background on the Dr. “Dr. X, and yes, he is a real Doctor. He’s been a general practitioner for about 10 years now. He spent a year in Africa doing Doctors Without Borders. While there he contracted HIV. Unfortunately, his particular strain is med resistant, so he does everything he can to stay healthy. There is a whole story behind this, but it is his to share. (*hint*). The idea behind his insemination procedure started when he had a patient come in with flu symptoms. The gentleman was obviously not feeling well, but he was actually happy and asked the doctor for an HIV test. Confused the doc asked him why that made him happy. The patient went on to tell him that he had been chasing HIV for over a year and letting anyone with it have sex with him bareback. He went on to explain that he knew he sounded crazy, but he truly wanted to have this, it spoke to him on a very deep level and he felt it was the next step in his journey of life and once he had it. Somewhere down the road he would like to share it with someone else who felt the same way. To be able to pass on his DNA and keep it living. So basically, that is where the idea for the insemination procedure started. The doc liked the idea of passing on his DNA, but he would only do it with individuals that were absolutely positive about it and were looking to further their own journey. Like you Mike” While Jason has been talking about this, he had drawn my blood and swabbed my cheek. Now he asked ”Think you can give me a urine sample?” ”Sure” Mike replied. Taking the cup, he went into his bathroom and filled it up. His mind was completely racing with all the information that he had received so far. Screwing the company back on, finished up and washed his hands. He brought the cup back to Jason. Jason started talking again. “Okay so, here’s what to expect now Mike. We will have the results back for all the tests by Tuesday, so once they are in I will give you a call. At that time assuming everything is good, we will send over a kit that you will need to use on Friday. Do you think you can take Friday off by chance? You’ll be on the toilet a lot.” ”Yeah, I can take Friday off. What is in the kit?” ”It’s basically a smaller version of a colon cleanse, just to make sure your completely cleaned out for the insemination. We have found it really helps because not only are you completely empty, but it also slightly irritates the lining for better reception of the semen. So on Saturday morning, I will pick you up at 8 AM. Once in the car I will ask you to put on a blindfold, this is just so we can keep the location of the office anonymous. Once in the office and in the room, the blindfold can be removed. At this point, you’ll do a little paperwork , then I’ll have you disrobe and get on the stand. I’ll prep you for the procedure. Then at 10 AM, the doctor will come in, he will explain the whole procedure, what to expect and what happens. He will perform the procedure, then after it is complete I will clean you up. You can then get dressed and I will take you home, blindfolded again. We will go over the aftercare while you are at the office also okay?” ”Yeah, that all sounds good, I’m really excited and kind of nervous too” “No worries Mike, any other questions you have at the moment?” ”Umm I don’t think so” ”I threw a lot of information at you, so if you think of anything, let me know. I’m really happy to answer any questions. So we’re about done here. Except for the semen sample. You ready for that?” ”Umm yeah I guess, kinda weird doing that with you here” Jason laughed. “No need to be embarrassed Mike, We’re just a couple of guys. Here stand up quick.” Mike stood up and before he could even say a word, Jason grabbed his gym shorts and pulled them down. And In the next moment he had Mikes cock in his mouth. He was taken completely off guard, but then that all went out of his head as Jason worked his cock over with his expert skills, Mikes head tilted back as a moan escaped from his lips. Jason definitely knew what he was doing. Mike was in heaven as he felt his cock going down the back of Jason’s throat, Mike knew he would cum fast if he kept that up and Jason must have read his mind because he kept the deep throating up. Mike looked down at Jason as he bobbed his head up and down his shaft. “I’m getting close” he mumbled. Jason grabbed the cup from the table, never missing a beat as he sucked Mikes cock. ”Oh god! I’m gonna cum!” Mike yelled Jason pulled off his cock and put the head in the specimen cup and he stroked Mikes cock. Mike let out a loud groan as the first shot of cum exploded from his head. More followed as Jason slowly milked him completely. He felt mike shudder and then released him from his grip. ”There we go!” He said as he stood up. “See that was easy” He laughed as he looked at Mike. Mike looked back at him. “Wow! That was amazing!” ”Holding the specimen cup up, Jason said. “This reminds me, no more for you this week. Please refrain from a sexual activities including masturbating. Doctors orders! Now I need to get going, we need this specimen fresh for examination.” With that, Jason packed everything up in his backpack and slung it over his shoulder. “Remember, if you have any questions please get in touch with me. I’m happy to answer anything.” Jason started walking towards the door, and Mike followed him, still a little dazed from the head he just received. Reaching around Jason, he grabbed the door and opened it for Jason. ”Okay, I’ll be in touch on Tuesday” ”Okay, sounds good! Thanks for everything Jason!” Looking back, Jason smiled and winked at him. “Talk to you soon”

After Mike hung up the phone. He sat there bewildered for a few minutes. Did that just really happen? He never thought he would even hear from anyone and now he had spilled his sex life to a Dr’s assistant. (Was he even a real Dr?). His phone rang and scared him out of his thoughts. Looking at his phone he saw it was his oldest daughter. He spent the next hour talking with her and catching up. After hanging up he realized it was pretty late so he went to bed and dreamed about Dr’s offices and injections. The next morning he woke up early. He liked to start his weekends early and being Saturday he went for a morning ride on his bike. A quick ten miles on the trails, when he got back home, he jumped in the shower. He heard his phone ringing as he turned off the water. Jumping out quick he ran out to the bedroom naked and dripping, grabbing his phone he saw that it was the number that Jason had called from. Picking up, he said “Hello” “Hi, is this Mike?” ”Yes it is” ”Hey Mike, it’s Jason from Dr. X’s office. How’s your morning going?” ”I’m good thanks, how about you?” ”I’m great thanks! I just wanted to call and let you know that Dr. X has looked over your questionnaire and he really liked what he read. He would like to book an appointment for you if you are still wanting the insemination procedure?” ”Um yeah, I definitely would like that” ”Great! So we have an opening next Saturday at 8:00 AM if that will work for you.” ”Yes next Saturday works for me.” ”Perfect. Will you be available this afternoon around 1:00 PM? I would like to stop by and do a blood draw and swab if you have about 30 minutes?” ”Yes, I’m free this afternoon” ”Okay great! I will come by and we can do the blood draw and I will go over the process with you. I’ll just need your address” Mike gave Jason his address and they both said their good byes. Hanging up Mike checked his phone, it was a little after 11, he had some time to kill so he decided to go for a walk. During his walk, Mikes mind raced with the Turn of events over the last 24 hours. He’d gone from wondering if he would ever be seroconverted, how it would happen, when it would happen, and with who? Now he had answered an ad on BZ thinking he would never hear anything and within 7 days he would potentially be receiving a viral load that could (or will according to the Dr) convert him. Mike knew deep down that he was ready. This truly was the next step for his journey. Being able to control his destiny was always his dream. Looking at his watch he saw that it was after 12:00. He turned around and walked back the way he had come. Anxious now to meet with Jason and find out more about the procedure and how it happens. Mike returned home and jumped back in the shower after sweating on his walk. After finishing up and dressing he heard his phone ding at him with a text message. Checking it he saw it was from Jason’s number. “On my way, will be there in about ten minutes.” Mike replied back “Okay, see you in a bit.” The next ten minutes seemed to go by so slow. But finally Mike heard a knock on his door. Opening it, he found a good looking gentleman are 30 years old. Blonde hair, deep blue eyes, about the same height and weight as his 6 ft 185 pound frame. ”Hi are you Mike?” He asked “Yes I am” he replied.

Becky took ten minutes to collect herself and she came out to the front desk and Javier said Doc wants to see you in a week, she said good I have Thursdays off so that work anytime. Javier said we have a 3 PM and am going to put you down for that. Doc also wrote two scripts for you, Becky said I don't have insurance and Javier piped up and said there is no charge for these if you take them to the address on the Pamphlet attached to the scripts. Javier then whispered, Doc is a little worried about you and he thinks you should go right away so I made you an appointment for 2 PM today. I have sent over the script and Doc will make sure they have all the information they need to help you. Becky left worries, what was wrong with her. Would she have to wait till the next session in order to find out. It was now 11 and she would only have time to get back to her place and grab a bite and then head over to the center. It was about ten blocks from her apartment. Becky got home to her studio apartment and for the first time she walked in and did not feel alone. She had a glow about her, she did not put two and two together but cumming in the doctors office gave her a warm feeling inside out. Becky quickly had some soup, brushed her teeth and put on some panties that were not wet and headed to the center. She did not want to be late since she had to walk. She arrived at ten till one and entered and handed the script to gentleman at the front. Young guy about 22 Becky thought, tall but not very good looking. His name was Marty and Marty said Doctor Bryan has been expecting you. Please have a seat and I will call you shortly. Marty called Becky and lead her into the back and an office not an exam room. In walked Dr Bryan while Marty was still in the room. Becky could not help but notice that Marty had a big bulge in his pants and having been so aroused this morning she wanted sex in the worst way and Marty was right there. Becky thought to herself maybe Marty would fuck her after work but he would need to bring his own condom because it looked like an average sized condom would not fit him. Dr Bryan told Marty he would call him when he needed him and to shut the door on the way out. He sat down and jumped right into it, Becky do you know why you have been sent here, Becky said no not really. Doc Bryan said, you are not functioning properly from the test you have taken and Doctor Martin has processed your labs and you are allergic to condoms. It has done a number on you and he sent you here to help you while you are waiting for your body to heal and to go on birth control. Becky thought she was going to cry, how would she have sex and although she was so horny to have Marty fuck her she would not do it without a condom. Doc Bryan said, there are three things you are here for. The first is we need to monitor your vaginal progress and this can be done with this, he led up a little pill and told Becky it had a camera in it,, it would be able to send back pictures inside her vagina so Doc Martin could see her progress. No more condoms by the way. It is very serious what you have. In order to heal you need to stay moist and have orgasms every day. Fortunately you are not the only one who has ever had this and we have had great success in treating it. All can recover as long as they follow all instructions and we have had great success with the exception of two. One refused to give up condoms and she had to have surgery and the other had to have a hysterectomy. I hope you will be one of the success stories. Let me pour you something so you can take this and we can go to the exam room after we talk about your treatment plan. Doc Bryan handed her some fruit punch and two pills. She took them and then Doc started to tell her about the two groups set up to help and the call line. Becky there are two groups, one is set up to pleasure you and stimulate you orally. Have you ever been eaten out to orgasm? Becky said no not really, well this group is set up and you can arrange for that her or with home visits. The second group is a fixed group, they have all been fixed and pose no risk of pregnancy. You will be encouraged to have vaginal sex but can not use condoms so this group will help you. It is all clinical and physical and some women (most) use a blindfold I will give you so they can enjoy themselves without any uncomfortable emotions just pleasure but the most important thing is that you keep your vagina most so it can heal and having cum in it helps. I know this may be overwhelming but you are in good hands. Becky started to feel woozy but hornier then she had all day. Lets get you to an exam room, Marty can you come in her. Marty entered and Doc said show Becky to exam room three. They entered and there was a low large bed sofa and a towel was placed on it. Marty handed her a gown and said he would be back in in five minutes and right on time he was. Lay on the two for Doc and place this on. He wants you to practice. What Becky did not know was she was tape the entire time, Becky as tingly all over and feeling like she was going to pass out. Becky wanted to get off so bad as she laying there with her blindfold on. The door opened and Becky could tell someone was there but did not move and then her gown was pulled off of her and she was naked now. Normally she would feel self conscious but in her partied up state she just felt horny and wanted someone to touch her. Slowly a hand began to touch her lightly, her breast and then traced down her abs to her legs and with one hand pulled her left leg up and then to her right and some movement on the bed and a warm tongue on her vagina and it felt so good and whoever it was brought Becky to orgasm in ten minutes and then slowly kissed his way p her abs and sucked her nipples, she felt pressure on her clit and as he worked up to kiss her neck she realized it was a dick a really big one. She wanted it inside her, all of it. The guy slowly rubbed her clit with his leaking prick and then slide down so his slow movements and a new angle would allow him to slide into her wet cunt and fuck her senseless. Becky thought he is too big, I can not take him. as he stretched her pussy but after four minutes of slow and steady pressure he was all the way inside her. The guy fucked Becky for twenty minutes making her cum twice before he blew his load inside her. Withdrew and left, Becky remained spent but the door opened and she thought maybe he wanted more. The guy on top of her felt different and his dick was even thicker but not as long and he slide slowly in her and fucked her for ten minutes and shot his load in her. Marty did come back in and fuck her with his big long dick and so did Doc Bryan. Four loads now in her, She dozed off for an hour and then woke and Marty entered and told her first physical therapy was finished and to get dressed and to met him out front. While Becky got dressed she was still horny, she wanted party to fuck her so bad or had he already fucked her? She came to the desk and said what happened in there, for that you will have to ask Doc Bryan. He wanted me to give you this, says you are to orgasm at the very least twice a day, having the guys from the sterile and fixed group cum inside you is also suggested to shorten your recovery time. I have called you an uber, here is my number in case you need anything. Becky smiled, Marty gave her his number.

Part Two “I don’t feel like doing all the work so I’m gonna let you beg for the mere opportunity to serve me.” I gaped at him briefly, then sheepishly, almost embarrassed, I slid off the couch and crawled across the filthy floor to his feet. I bowed my head low between his spread legs, eyes cast down but spine straight with core engaged, hoping he would interpret this body language as submissive yet proud. “Please sir. Please allow me to worship you however it pleases you. Please. I beg you for the opportunity to be used as your personal slave, servant, holes, whatever, however…just please allow me to…please, sir, please use this pathetic faggot in any way you like, you are the reason I exist, sir.” He sat there for a moment, absorbing my desperate declaration of servitude. I couldn’t see his face but out of my peripheral I could tell his cock definitely twitched a few times. He laughs, a deep belly laugh that slowly makes its way up to a smug chuckle. “Well fuck me running. I just got myself my very own faggot. Kinda feels like winning the lottery except .... He chuckles again to himself as he leans forward so his mass is towering over me, my head still bowed low between his legs at his feet, marveling at the amount of shards in his carpet...because...meth. He sparks his torch and takes a long luxurious rip off his bong, my kunt twitches. He exhales a massive cloud that seems to envelop me completely. I close my eyes. SMACK “Pay attention faggot, always. You live to serve men right? Well you live to serve me now and my servants are always on point, if you’re good enough I may even really get you on point. But first things first. Let’s see how well you do with this.” He leans back in his massive club chair, more masculine than ever before, slouches and spreads his legs so his fucking gym shorts ride up freeing a beautiful 6” half-mast cut cock and two huge, shaved, low hanging balls from the leg of the shorts. The world around me, and my place in it cease to exist; only this man and his manhood remain. I rapidly experience the perfect Pavlovian response: eyes dilate, mouth salivates, adrenaline pumps, attention focuses laser-like on his crotch and before I can even realize it’s going to happen, I whimper.... A pathetic, hungry little bitch kind of whimper that I’m betting he’s never heard any woman make when he whips it out. Quietly, almost under his breath, “Fuck. Yes. Faggot...this is,” he says, pulling the crotch of his shorts more to the side, showcasing his swelling cock and balls with his big knuckled hands, “your destiny. I need you to...no, you WILL worship me because that’s what you do. Prove yourself, cock sucker and take both my cock and balls down your throat without crushing my balls or cheese grating my cock. I don’t care if you can breath or not, prove your skill and worthiness.” I whimper again and move up towards his cock, opening my mouth almost drooling on his chair. “Hold up,” his massive palm squarely grips my entire face, “smoke this first.” He hands the freshly packed bong down me and I sit up on my haunches. Surprisingly, he puts the bong to my mouth and lights it for me. “Suck this bong like your gonna suck the last dick of your life.” I inhale slowly and deeply. He keeps the heat on the bowl and I don’t want to be rude and let his shit burn so I keep sucking, faster now until my lungs are maxed and burning….my head spins, heart pounds, my cock strains out copious precum. He hands me the bong as I finish my rip and as I start to exhale, before I can even flinch, he jams four of his fingers into my mouth, two from the left on bottom and two from the right on top. I look up at him confused until I feel him applying pressure. “I bet I won’t have to stretch your face as much I do with my other bitches but I always warm up the kunt I’m about to fuck, get it nice and wide and wet so it can take all of me without trouble.” Then, not gently, he pulls my jaws in opposite directions, stretching my mouth open past its natural limit. He uses his remaining fingers to massage my tongue and tease my throat making me salivate even more. He spits directly down my throat. My eyes water. After a few delicious minutes of this, he pulls his fingers out of my panting gape, wipes them in my hair, takes the bong back and growls one simple command, “Worship.” #wip I’m as crazed, pathetic, high, lost, found, and dickmatized as I’ve ever been (and I know it) so I relish the moment as long as I am able. Leaning down, putting my face into his beautiful cock and massive balls, I inhale deeply. It’s better than poppers. Another whimper. Then I lick the underside of his balls, first one, than the other, teasing his flesh as I work around to the front. He moans out a guttural “fuuuuck.” Encouraged, I greedily suck his entire sack into my mouth trying to swallow them whole. My tongue works the base of his cock and his taint while I suck all the sweat/man smell I can get, lewdly slobbering everywhere, being who and what I am. In a natural pause, “take another rip faggot,” putting the freshly loaded bong to my mouth. Another brutally long and deep inhale. Finally he pulls the bong away and puts his massive hand over my mouth and nose, sets the bong down with his other hand and then grabs the back of my head and pulls me down to his cock, now fully 8.5” hard. “I don’t want to see any smoke until my pubes are up your nose.” Again, I involuntarily whimper. The huge rush has my esophagus opened wide ready to gulp oxygen and feed my amped up system. He has other plans. Hands on the back of my head he guides my mouth on to his cock. In one fail swoop I slurp his delicious veiny-smooth dick of death right down my throat, blasting what smoke was left in my lungs out of my nose into his pubes as ordered. My reward was him groaning and grabbing the back of my head with both hands, I inhale as much as I can preparing for whats coming. Throat relaxed, his hands grip tighter as he starts to fuck my face kunt like a teenager in heat. “Ho. Ly. Fuck” he said between thrusts. “I guess I’ve never had the pleasure of a real cock sucker before. And you’re not even fighting back! Fuck!” I seize the moment to maneuver one, then both balls into my mouth with my tongue. I was in heaven, face kunt completely full, owned by a fat cock and balls, molding my mouth kunt to his liking. “Fuck you faggot!” He groans and just looses his shit pounding his new kunt. Knowing one wrong move could cause either of us unpleasant injury, I do my best to relax and breath when I can. The pounding continues and I lose track of time, sort of how one does on a long train ride, hypnotized by the rhythm of the tracks. Except this was an extremely cloudy and aggressive ride, precisely the kind of ride I was born for. My neck is aching, I am sweating, and my jaw is getting sore. But these are all normal for a passionate cock sucker and trivial compared to the multiple “fag-gasms” my face kunt experiences thanks to his glorious cock. I can feel him getting harder, straining against the curve of my throat. Still in his two handed strong hold, he yanks my head backwards, mid fuck. I am immediately crestfallen and fearful I’ve hurt him some how. He laughs when he sees this written all over my slimy red face. “Don’t worry faggot, you’ll get a whole lot more of this cock, you didn’t have anywhere to be right?” Not that he was really asking me but I reaffirm my submission by panting a response. “Faggot is exactly where it needs to be, sir.” ## Part 2 He hands me his bong and a sack of rocks, “Pack that bowl and don’t stop sucking clouds till I say so.” As I numbly fumble with the obscenely full baggie, he gets up and dead bolts the front door. He turns around as I spark the bowl and his shorts fall to the ground. My eyes inhale his full glory as my lungs fill with smoke. He‘s one of those who look better naked: bigger, proportionate, powerful, manly. Somewhere in my brain I know this perception is altered because I’m on my knees and high as fuck, the faggot vying for full control, pathetically shivering with a need to serve, to be used unyieldingly. I’ve consciously surrendered my will and body to him, I'm hoping the drugs will hasten my subconscious in the same direction. The faggot cuts off my analytical thinking and I'm praying like a whore in church that he extracts every twisted ounce of pleasure his superior man psyche desires. My cock is twitching with the pangs of my faggoty needs... and I crack. Though I know I shouldn't speak the words come tumbling out. "Please sir, please.... fffucking faggot...chemed up whore kunt....begs you, begging-need to be used-to serve-just please, fuck, fucking, fuck use your faggots holes...anything I’ll do anything-for you-hard....without restraint...(I’m now in a full grovel at his feet, arms stretching forward toward him, knees spread wide with my back arching my kunt up, jerking with hunger).., I'll take-eat-suck anything you allow me to have, please, fuck, fucking break your filthy faggot....*whimper* make me yours I beg..." SMACK "SHUT THE FUCK UP. I DONT NEED TO HEAR YOUR VOICE EVER AGAIN UNLESS I ASK FOR IT! You got that, faggot?" I shoot precum when he says this. I look up into his eyes with a mixture of premature devotion, submission, and pleading then bend all the way down and kiss his feet. "Damn fucking straight. You really are a pathetic excuse for a man, fuck you AREN'T a man. You're just a tool in a man's body for Men to use....oh shit. Now I see...understand what you are and where you fit...” he laughs to himself, shrugs and with a sadistic smile continues, “...and I give zero fucks about you, what you want, or that you're even a human. Fuck, you're less than human. You're just faggot. Holes." A thought flashes across his face and I swear his cock jumps. "Fuck, why not, might as well make it real clear." He gets up and disappears into the kitchen for a minute. I dare not move, still face down ass up on the floor, whimpering. Then his feet suddenly in front of me, "Look at me, faggot." As ordered I look up and he grabs my face with his massive fucking hands pulling it just so. "I always like to label what's mine,” he says, leaning in gesturing with the fat marker he grabbed from the kitchen around my face. I respond by involuntarily oozing more precum onto his carpet. He flips the cap off with his thumb and makes the first strokes. “Especially around tweakers, that way if they fuck with my shit there’s no excuses.” With that he uses the industrial strength marker and writes across my face, from ear to ear, in big, thick, heavy letters, F A G. Smirking, he spits in my faces back hands me, yells for me to turn around and present him my checks which I enthusiastically do and he writes some more across my two cheeks. Whatever marker he is using is serious shit because the smell is worse than any popper I've had and my skin is burning. It hurts so good. He finishes marking his property and then two commands, "Bong. Cock." My eyes snap to his massive glass dick, and then his massive cock as I hand the bong up to him and gulp all of my reason for living down my throat in one go. He moans in to the bong as he melts the freshly added crystals and sucks a long and slow milky rip, expertly nursing the bong. "Look at me fag, suck in through you nose." Even with his cock buried 8" down my throat I can still breath around it when I relax. He exhales a mesmerizing, undulating cloud down his fuzzy chest, ripped abs, treasure trail, right into my face. I see my future in that cloud. As it slowly oozes towards me I feel the last vestiges of resistance start to fade. I no longer see myself as a semi-professional man functioning in society….I see a faggot, born to worship and be of service to men, at the mercy of their whims, only fulfilled when owned and being used for their pleasure. I deeply breath in his cloud, it gives me life and renewed purpose. Submitting, surrendering, relaxing, the remaining inch of so of his cock slides in my throat and I bury my nose in his fragrant pubes. I have one loud resonating thought….”home.” His cock pulses to a new level of hardness, my relaxed face kunt gladly bending to its will. He must see or sense my surrender. He leans down, blowing another massive fucking cloud into my face. “Are you my faggot, faggot?” he asks genuinely. I look up, sheer pathetic pleading and gratitude smeared all over my face and nod and whimper. He sneers, flexes his cock, and sparks the torch for another rip. “That was whole lot easier than I thought it was going to be.” This comment barely registers in my brain as his freshcloud, his will envelopes me more thoroughly than before. Then, surprisingly, he grabs my head pulling his cock a few inches out and pushes a bottle of poppers hard against my nostril while expertly closing the other. The thought registers for a micro second that this is not the first time he’s done this...and the next millisecond I’m instinctively, purposefully huffing the bottle numerous times. “Damn! I guess you like these then, huh faggot? They’re like a faggot superfood....now show me how just how desperate you are to be my property and suck that cock like it owns you...” The poppers are good. “Oh shit, really good!” I think. My world is buzzing and spinning almost too intensely for a moment and I sit back on my haunches and take a few, crazy eyed lungfuls of air. He must understand what is going on because he doesn’t reprimand me for taking his cock out of my mouth. Rolling his eyes, he hands me the bong already filled with smoke. I hungrily suck it down while melting another fat rip, filling my lungs to their max and holding it. I hand him back the bong, grab the poppers and take two quick whiffs, my eyes focused intensely on his fat, veined up, swollen headed, dripping 8.5”. In one fluid motion as the popper rush comes on, I lean in and lewdly slurp his cock down my open and eager throat, briefly glancing up at him for his approval. He flashes that sneer I’ve already started to crave. Dismissively, his eyes close and head falls back, his hands firmly grip his new face kunt as I suck his balls into my mouth, my nose bottoming out in his pubes. He starts to fuck. I cease to exist as I know myself. My awareness of the world around me fades and I am no longer an autonomous individual...the cock filling my throat, stretching, digging out it’s new property is my everything. A deep visceral sigh/moan washes over me as I completely surrender to the drugs, the faggot, his cock, him...him and his needs are my entire universe...his penultimate hole for use, unyielding.

I was very young , and I was taking a short cut through the woods going home after school . There was 2 males ( 1 blk , & 1 white ) having sex in the woods . I did not know what they were doing but the Blk man waved me closer and saying ," Come here - we will not hurt you ! " I was curious , nervous and excited ! Seeing this white male hungry , sucking , this blk male dick in his mouth ! Blk. man shot his load - then the blk man told me grabbed his wet dick - starting jerking it - I did so - then told me to lick his cum off my hands - I did so - then he said ," grab his dick and lick it as a ice cream cone ! " - I did so ! He mentioned again ," We will not hurt you ! - you doing a Wonderful and Great job ! " While he saying this , his friend / white male rubbing my crotch and pulled my pants down - he was sucking and playing with my body parts - first time being sucked !