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Quick one while visiting family for a few days. They live in a quiet area of the UK, so it's nice to get away for a few days. Hopped onto Grindr, just to see who was about. Anon profile messaged asking if I wanted a late night meet, as he wanted to eat ass, nothing else. I thought "fuck it" and said where I'd be. Drove to the spot, saw a car pull up a few mins later. I walk to the path by the trees and he follows. A while later, I'm stood in the rain against a tree having this guy rim me for all he's worth before he asks if he can fuck me. I push back, and he quickly gets his cock out to push into my well tongued hole. Only a quick fuck (it was raining!) but he came fast, and we walked back to our cars. 2 days later meet a school friend for lunch with her family, I barely react to her husband knowing I met him briefly a few nights before......

VIII. Surrender What a difference an hour makes. A haughty man, of proud nature and imposingly mature physique, had been humbled – his muscular resistance crumbling to the irresistible allure of the Brothers’ insistent sexuality. The “reverend” was changing religion tonight – his false Christianity no match for the power of the Brothers’ creed. For the Dark One captures men’s souls by first seizing their cocks. The unwilling Recruit, newly resigned to his fate, stood facing the High Priest in a posture of defeat – shoulders drooping, eyes cast downward, wincing with each crescendo of the Initiation Chant that swelled once again through the ancient arches and pillars. The man’s impressive cock, which had responded so resoundingly to the ritual attentions of four alluring young Acolytes, was cowed and shriveled, shrinking back as if to hide in the folds of his pendulous scrotum. The Brothers recognized this reaction – not unusual in the initial phases of a Conversion, when a man still recoils from his inevitable Transformation. Not all recipients can be of the rare breed that eagerly seeks and praisefully embraces the Gift. While there is a special pleasure for the Brotherhood in inseminating willing recipients, even those who initially rebel will come in due time to acceptance and joy. The Brothers, for all their power to conquer, are merciful, and do their best to put a new Initiate at ease, whatever the circumstances. This man was alone among strangers, and as such the four Acolytes who had seduced him were the closest he had here to friends. Hence they now assumed their role as patrons and sponsors of his Baptism – godfathers, to use the Christian term. They flanked the man, two on each side, offering a tender hand on a shoulder, a gentle stroke of the back of the neck, a soft word of encouragement. He still bristled but it was clear that their touch brought him a measure of comfort. The five stood facing the altar as the Priest recited the familiar liturgy, demanding the Initiate’s assent to ascend to Membership, renouncing his former Status and embracing the Insemination that would forever mark him as a Man of the Blood. Here began the Ritual of the Test, which the reader will remember from Chapter I. It proceeded in much the usual fashion – the swabbing of the man’s saliva, followed by the twenty-minute interval during which he was to pass the time by swallowing Brotherly cock. His four young companions played their role with compassion, allowing him to approach cocksucking in the prim and tentative fashion typical of a man new to homosexual acts. The man’s metamorphosis to full-fledged slut would come soon enough. It must be admitted that the two Guards committed a slight breach of protocol, presenting their own cocks, gently but insistently, for the man to taste – for the brutal intimacy of their earlier struggle to subdue his valiant resistance had inflamed in them a powerful desire to possess him. Despite himself, the man welcomed their presentation, gobbling (if that word can be used for his fumbling, novice technique) their formidable endowments while the four Acolytes stood patiently aside. The time elapsed in due course and the Swab revealed its tidings: HIV-negative, an expected but not inevitable result (for those men who rage most insistently against the evils of Infection often enough harbor a hypocritical secret). The Priest, assured that the man’s blood was pure and prepared for Sacrifice, administered the final Oath. "Dost Thou now freely and willingly, knowing there is henceforth no retreat, no regret, offer up thy Status in exchange for full Manhood and entry into the dark Brotherhood?" A hush fell upon the hall as the chorus abruptly halted its insistent chant. A lengthy pause – how many minutes cannot be said, for time seemed suspended as all held their breath in anticipation. "I do," uttered a small and chastened voice. The Chapter Room erupted in cheers and applause – startling the Recruit and prompting the Priest to raise a chiding hand. The Brothers regained their composure and resumed the chant. Now his companions left his side and the man stood alone and naked before the altar. With a nod from the Priest, a burly Brother stationed in a shadowy corner of the Sanctuary engaged the winch that lowered the Sling to its anointed place. He stepped momentarily to its foot to make a trial thrust of his crotch, ensuring that the device was at a comfortable height for fucking. Taking their cue, a scrum of Brothers broke their ranks and surrounded the Initiate, raising him to their shoulders with hearty cries of “Congratulations!” He was hoisted into the Sling and, with a faint show of feigned struggle, strapped down. He watched wide-eyed as the Priest approached, knelt, spat on his anus and thrust his turgid tongue deep within, endowing it with a slick, viscous coating. All the while the Novice Brother, still basking in celebration of his newly achieved Status, had been intently watching the proceedings from his place of honor. Abandoning the pretense of modesty, he allowed his robe to fall open, displaying his cock, already at a pinnacle of throbbing erectness – and the proud new Biohazard that seemed to glow with its own inner light, a searing symbol of the young man’s new potency. The Priest nodded in his direction and he rose and approached the Sling to fulfill his duty. The young Brother’s body, seized by a power beyond his control, lurched of its own accord toward the fresh, exposed rectum. His cock, as if wrenched by the Dark One’s own hand, bore into the warm, moist hole and found its home deep within. The Initiate, gripped at first in terror, was shocked at how naturally his body opened to welcome the unfamiliar sensation of penetration. In mere moments the Novice was overcome with a supernatural spasm and a river of bliss poured up from his toes and down from the top of his head, flowing through his body and rushing out of his cock, bestowing the most bountiful ejaculation of his young life and overflowing the guts of the surrendered man. The Anointment that the eager young man offered that night was a coveted treasure: freshly poz semen with a viral load of more than two million. This first fuck by a newly infected Cock is the pinnacle of power. The supine man gave a glimmer of recognition that he had undeservedly been bestowed with a rare blessing, and his face betrayed for a moment a flash of peace and gratitude. Meanwhile the Novice, spent from his ceremonial duties, staggered back and withdrew his manhood, collapsing into the arms of the Acolytes. The Ritual had reached a climax, but the night was far from over. For the Initiate now faced a terrifying but exquisite trial, one he must endure alone. Without so much as a chant, the Brothers formed their lines and retreated from the chamber. The Acolytes extinguished the torches as they withdrew. The final steps echoed up the stairs and the heavy door slammed shut, its iron lock clicking home. The sanctuary fell into a deep blackness. As he lay alone in his bonds, the man’s heart pounded. He felt a low rush as the room took on a dank and stifling air – with an unmistakable hint of sulfur.

Buzz got off the plane and there was Hank waiting to pick him up. He was going be a guest of this Mike guy and his husband Billy Clay. Buzz saw red every time he thought of that. This guy had Billy fucking Clay as a husband. Billy was the cutest guy on earth, well next to his Hank and that was not enough for him. Buzz knew he would fuck Billy in a second given the chance. What right did this guy have to keep the man he loved from him? He knew he could make Hank love him back if he could just get him away from this jerk Mike. Hank had told him that if he wanted to stay with them he had to accept their open, anywhere any time sexual relationship and that he might see Mike or even Billy fucking Hank at any time. If he could not accept that he could stay in a hotel. It was all just so unfair. Why did this Mike have everything he wanted? He was going to take Hank for himself and show Billy what a real fuck was like. This Mike guy didn’t stand a chance against a stud like him. Buzz’s mind continued in this selfish, self pitying, childish circle as Hank drove them to The Compound. Hank. noting the anger in the eyes and the petulant poutiness of Buzz’s lips rolled his eyes. This kid needed to be taken down a peg or five. He knew the culture Buzz came from. Everyone telling him how special he was because he was the star quarterback now. There were thousands of guys out there who would fall into Buzz’s arms at the drop of a hat. So who did Buzz insist on having? The one guy who told him no, Mike would handle him. Buzz was like a pretty present all wrapped in a bow Hank was giving to Mike. Mike and Jeff were waiting out front when they pulled up and Hank introduced them “Billy! It’s so nice…” Buzz started “It's Jeff” Jeff said mildly Buzz flushed, not because he had been corrected but because he had been interrupted “Yeah… ommm… right… I have always thought of you as ‘Billy with the gorgeous ass’ that’s hard to get out of my mind” “It’s nice to meet you Buzz” Mike said in an even voice extending his hand. Buzz looked him up and down ignoring the hand “This will be easy” he thought squaring off against the man. “Hank tells me he will never sleep with me unless I ask your permission” “No” Mike said “what I’m sure he told you is that he would never sleep with you unless I told him to.” Buzz ignored that “He also says you own him and male his decisions. That you control him” “No” Mike said “Once again I am sure what he told you was that he has given me the right to make his decisions and control him. That he has given himself to me.” “And what does that mean?” Buzz demanded “Hank what would you do if I said I wanted to fuck you right now” Mike asked “I’d drop my pants and bend over” came the reply “If I told you to take Buzz upstairs and let him fuck you?” “I’d take him upstairs and let him fuck me” “If I told you to drive him back into town, find a wedding chapel and marry him?” “I’d take him into town and marry him” “If I told you to never see or speak to him again?” “I’d drive him to a hotel, drop him off, block his number and never speak to him again” “It’s not right for you to take control of him that much!” Buzz yelled “You must be blackmailing him or something! He should be with me! I love him!” Then he balled up his fists and started towards Mike. A quiet voice from behind him stopped him cold “If you touch Mike I will end you tight here and now” Hank said “And if he doesn’t I will” Jeff said stepping in front of Mike Mike felt tears in his eyes as his two men defended him Hank stepped in front of Buzz putting a finger on his chest and backing him up several paces. “Look here punk. You have not been listening. Mike did not take control of me. I GAVE him control, happily. Gratefully. It’s not some huge privilege for him. It’s a responsibility! He decides things I don’t want to. He protects me. He respects me but he pushes me to be more than I am now. Mike what would you do if I actually told you No I can’t do something you asked of me?” “I would smack him so hard” Jeff said his eyes hard “Oh Hank, baby boy “ Mike said the tears actually flowing now “Baby if I pushed you that far, knowing how much you want to, need to please me I would have fucked up so bad, pushed you to far, not listened to you. I would stop instantly and probably hold you for hours apologizing and letting you know how much I love you” “And I would be right there on the other side holding you too and occasionally bopping Mike on the back of the head for being so stupid” Jeff added “Mike takes what he wants from me but it’s never more than I can or am willing to give. You on the other hand only see what you want. Only see me as a way to get what you want. You don’t want to love me you want to possess me and to prove you can take me from Mike. You would selfishly take me from a situation I have told you over and over makes me happy to satisfy your ego. You even want to take Jeff. You know what his real name is but you tried to cram him into your fantasy of him, disrespecting both him and Mike. You come into their home as a guest and you do this.” Hank said with contempt “When I first took Hank I abused him” Mike admitted “I told him he wasn’t a man compared to me, He forgave me for that and taught me what a man really is. I have only just realized he is probably the best man I know besides Jeff and what a truly magnificent gift he gave me when he gave himself to me. We had a plan. It may have been a bit twisted but it was a plan to offer you a possible place in our family eventually. Right now I don’t even know if it’s safe to even offer you the guest room” “What was the plan?” Buzz asked in a subdued voice. “For you to submit and become mine like Hank is. To prove you can put someone else’s needs before yours, muzzle that ego and control your temper. I was going to use you and push you to the edge then if you proved yourself I was going to let you DATE Hank and see if you could love each other under my hand. I swore to protect Hank and I don’t know if you would be good for him” Buzz nodded then he looked at Hank with something akin to actual love in his eyes “I will think about it” Later once Buzz had been shown to his room Hank joined Mike and Jeff in bed. They needed to be together, to touch and to hold each other to affirm the new level their relationship had grown to today. “I meant it Hank” Mike said “You are more of a man than I deserve. I’m sorry for making you feel less than” “Nah” Hank said “I love when you talk about my little nub, it gets me going. It puts me in the mindset to take that monster between your legs. I would not change a thing between us Mike” “That was an intense encounter but it went pretty much how we planned” Mike said and Hank nodded, reaching out to stroke both Mike and Jeff wanting to get used hard. The next day naked by the pool Buzz had strutted out sporting a hefty, respectable 8 inches and still harboring some illusions then he saw Mike hanging longer soft than he was hard. Laughed and gave up. He stayed for about a week and he did see Hank getting fucked several times then had to fly back East for a mini-camp while Jeff and Mike flew to Hollwood for the awards show. The day before the show Mike was thoroughly intimidated by the choreographer. His name was Stefan and he was a Queen Bitch on wheels and let everyone know it. He was ebony skinned, dressed only in tights and a pair of shorts, an inch taller than Mike and every bit as muscled as Hank he could intimidate an army by himself. Singing on live TV before a national audience was scary enough without Stefan looming over him and telling him to get it right. Mike didn’t have to dance but he did have to move through the dancers without collisions. Dressed in a t-shirt and sweats (No underwear at a mischievous Jeff’s insistence) he scampered across the stage to “No, no! Move like you are a big confident man! Not a cock roach afraid the get stepped on!” Finally Stefan called for lunch “You!” he said pointing at Mike “Come with me, You have to much work to do for lunch breaks” and stalked off stage “Go on” Jeff said trying to keep from grinning “You have work to do” Mike hurried after Stefan seeing him go in the door of an office partially closing it. When Mike pushed it open Stefan was bent over a desk his shorts gone and the back of his tights lowered “Come on Boy you have a lot of work to do” He growled. Instantly hard Hank closed the door and locked it. Dropped his sweats and slid balls deep into that ass with one stroke pounding that bouncing ass while Stefan growled “Harder Boy give me that dick” Mike dumped two toxic loads in him before they returned to the stage. “Did you work hard?” Jeff asked and Mike blushed making Jeff laugh “Stefan is a legend and he loves big dicked white boys” Jeff giggled “I was to young and to small for him thank god” “You set me up” Mike said not really minding that much. The next night was a blur in Mike’s mind. He barely remembered his own performance though he got a standing ovation. He remembered every second of Jeff holding his hand and singing “Heartsong” to him with his heart in his eyes. They both lost out on “Best Male Vocalist” and “Best Duet” Though Mike won “Best Newcomer” and they took “Album of the year”. Finally “You never knew” was announced as “Song of the Year”. Mike gave a quick acceptance speech as it was his third time up there that night then he looked right into the camera and said “Well Luke, I guess you know now”. They partied so late into the night that they just collected their bags from their room and went right to the airport (Having a private jet is nice). Mike’s phone went off with a text while he was driving . Checking it when they got home he saw it was from Luke “Call me” The phone rang twice and a woman picked up “Hey Cathy” Mike said “It’s Mike is Luke there?” “He’s out back” she said then “Oh my god Mike, I KNEW I had heard Heartsong before the first time I heard it on the radio. We didn’t figure out it was you till halfway through your “You never knew” performance. Luke broke down when he realized ut was you and who you were singing about, Here he is now” “Hey Emo” Luke said. Luke had called him “Emo” since he had gotten bangs in the worst hair choice in his life. “Hey Wipeout” Mike replied. Trying to jump a skateboard over a curb and failing seven times in a row has it’s consequences. “Mike, listen, I always knew. I loved, love you too just not in that way. I never said anything because I was afraid to ruin our friendship. Next to Cathy and the kids you are and always will be the most important person in my life” It was Mike’s turn to break down and Jeff who had been standing close enough to listen wrapped him in his arms. “Same to you Wipeout” he said sniffing “Why don’t you bring Billy...” “His real name is Jeff. Billy is a stage name” “Ok, why don’t you bring Jeff to visit next summer? “We can take Cathy and the kids and go up to the lake fpr a couple days. The kids should get to know their God Father and his husband” Luke said “We will do it. We are planning on renewing our wedding vows and maybe we can do it in my home town church” Jeff nodded smiling “This time you can stand up for me” “I’d be honored” Luke said The next day Buzz returned walking up to Mike but looking at Hank he got on his knees and said “{‘ll do it”

The album dropped three weeks before Christmas along with the first twi singles: “You never knew”, with Mike singing and Jeff doing backup and “Heartsong”, with Mike backing up Jeff. To Mike’s more that pleased surprise the album shot to number one and their singles spent the next 12 weeks trading the number one spot on the charts. That’s not tp say everyone was thrilled. Right wing politicians and groups like “Mothers who have not updated their hairstyle since 1999” as Jeff called them came out with that tired old “They are coming for your kids” threat but if anything their negativity just spurred sales more. There was a almost sad moment when Doug’s ridiculously outraged face with a promotional picture of Jeff and Mike happily holding hands in the lower corner appeared on the tabloids with the headline “Man claims Billy Clay broke up my happy home” The story did not go as Doug had planned though. When contacted for comment Mike had forwarded the “I’m leaving you” video Doug had recorded on Mike’s own computer which started with the line “I’m going back to God you fa**ot” then he proceed to use every anti gay slur in the book also saying several times that Mike would be unhappy and alone forever because he was gay. The story read: Doug Ashpole. An unemployed man currently in a County lockup for drug possession in rural Virginia claims that pop star and actor Billy Clay-Blake ``swooped in and stole his man'' breaking up a happy relationship and then said man, Michael Clay-Blake as he is known now. an up and coming pop star in his own right, And Billy pursued him to Virginia. Breaking up his relationship with then fiancé Heather Jones and getting him fired from his job. However, irrefutable evidence obtained by this reporter strongly disputes these claims. In a video provided by Michael within minutes of being contacted for comment Mr. Ashpole says. And then the entire content of the video was quoted word for word. Also contacted for comment Ms. Jones said “I broke up with Doug when I caught him cheating on me with another man for the third time. He was fired from his job a couple weeks later when an internal review found he was misusing company funds on porn and call boys” Then she added a personal message to Billy and Mike “Could you tell them I did love their album and it changed my mind about many things?” The story then became a commentary on how the album was giving hope to so many LGBTQ youths, letting them know they are not alone and finished listing resources for those young people if they needed support. Another story came out in “Rolling Rocks” magazine but this time they had sat for the interview. Video excerpts were going to appear on Christmas day on that TV news show that made such a big deal about being an hour long. Sitting together holding hands Jeff blithely said “We met, got married, had sex then fell in love. We did all the same things other people do just in a different order” then refused to elaborate further. He then gushed about almost all of Mikes good features, leaving out the twelve inch cock. Finishing with “And on top of all that he is an award winning tattoo artist! He just finished my first tattoo!” Jeff said standing. pulling off his shirt and turning to show it off. The tattoo showed sunlight coming through a window set in stone falling on a single rose on a wood table. Sunlight however causes shadows and very subtly in the shadow of the rose a scorpion lurked shiny black in the dull black shadows. “It’s a stunning piece of art does it have a personal meaning?” the interviewer asked “It’s to remind me of a lesson I learned early in life. The most beautiful things can hide a nasty surprise” Jeff replied Mike then answered some questions about his tattoo art, the awards it had won and how it was to work with his husband on the album A month or so later Mike got the shock of his life when the nominations for Grammyphones came out. “Life and love from a different perspective” was up for “Album of the year” Both he and Jeff were up for ‘Top male vocalist” and “Best duet or group performance” Mike was up for “Best Newcomer” and both “You never knew” and “Heartsong” were up for “song of the year” it was overwhelming Mike spent a lot of time tattooing Hank. It was the best stress relief after sex for him. Hank was different since he had returned to their lives. He had an almost fanatical devotion to Mike now. Mike was fairly sure there was nothing Hank would not do for him. Mike loved pushing his limits and Hank always told him when something made him uncomfortable, not to get Mike to stop but because he knew Mike loved to push those things even further. Hank was on the phone with Buzz Anton, the rookie quarterback he had mentored who looked like a young Greek god, green eyes, blond hair and a body almost as perfect as Hank’s, several times a day and during every game he took notes while watching on TV to share but the calls were not all business. From Hank’s tone and warm words there was a lot more going on than football advice. They talked for hours after Buzz almost single handedly won the championship game for his team. MVP and all “He’s kind of obsessed with me” Hank said in answer to Mike’s raised eyebrow after the call. “He told me he’s had a crush on me since my rookie year with the team, he used to beat off watching my ass during games apparently” Hank laughed “He's never come out but it’s an open secret to anyone who knows him. He can be an ok kid but most of the time he’s an arrogant prick to hide the immature little boy inside. He tried to get me into bed the first time we were alone and me turning him down made him try harder and now he thinks he’s in love with me. He hates you by the way” “Me?” Mike asked “I told him one of the reasons. The main one. I would not sleep with him was because you own and control me and that I was happy with that. I didn’t tell him you had infected me though” Hank replied “He doesn’t understand it all and thinks I am being taken advantage of” “You are and you love it” Mike laughed “This is true” Hank said with a smile and a look of devotion for Mike “He can be irritating and petulant but I’m stringing him along, keeping him interested, hinting that I could maybe have feelings for him while also telling him the only possible way to have me is with your permission” “Why would you do that? Do you want to be with him?” Mike asked “I don’t want to be with anyone you don’t tell me I want to be with” Hank said and meant it. “I’m doing it to manipulate him into a position where you can use his “love” for me to collect him as another trophy and get your virus into him” Mike just stared at him for a moment the rewarded him with the most brutal fuck he had ever given him. ********************************* Hey folks I'd love to hear your comments, feedback and suggestions. Let me know if you like where I'm going with Mike, Jeff and Hank

Hi guys, here's the next chapter... I plan to post one every weekend from here on out. Enjoy! VII. The Sacrament The Chapter was still rejoicing at the addition of an eager new Convert to their ranks. Now was the time for the special sharing that the newest Brother could bestow only in the springtime of his Gift. The haunting notes of the Initiation Hymn rang through the subterranean Chapter Hall, its ancient stone lightly trembling to the deep baritone thrum. Torches were lit in their iron rings with a spattering flare, casting a dim glow into the farthest recess of the crypt, where a hidden stairway spiraled to even lower Depths. As prescribed by the Ritual, the Brothers filed into the back of the sanctuary, forming an orderly semicircle on either side. To one side of the altar the newest Brother, his unhooded robe now bound with the crimson cord of a Novice, sat with the easy confidence bestowed by full manhood, upon an ornately carved chair of dark wood, padded in red velvet, with the Fraternal crest emblazoned on its back. To call it a throne would be unseemly, but with its restrained, masculine dignity it was without question a seat of honor. The young man’s radiant glow and gentle, indulgent smile betrayed a modest but well-earned pride. The Liturgy was familiar to the Novice, who had undergone a similar Initiation ceremony just weeks before. But there was one important difference. Rather than a mass anointment of semen injected by the gathered Brotherhood into a fertile and receptive hole, on this High Holy Night the recent Convert was to administer the Sacrament alone, drawing on the unique and beautiful power of his newly poz Cock, a brilliant but short-lived potency with a viral – or shall we say virile – load in the miraculous millions. A power granted by the Dark One with the commandment to deploy it, broadly but wisely, to bestow the Gift of Conversion on a few fortunate men. A dank, mysterious breeze wafted from unseen passageways as uneven footsteps tripped their way down the stone stairwell. The entry was less orderly than before, for the man being escorted was putting up a vigorous fight. Even beneath the loose-fitting robe his powerful build was unmistakable, and the two Guards, at the peak of fitness themselves, struggled to subdue him. In the scuffle the garment’s hood was wrenched off, revealing the wide, angular face of a man of some fifty years, with close-cropped silver hair and thick stubble. A fiery rage flashed in the man’s blue-gray eyes and his broad, muscled shoulders heaved and twisted as he battled his captors. As he thrashed, the neck of his robe fell open, unveiling a massive chest with thick nipples that stood defiantly erect through a forest of silver hair. The rough rope binding the cloak at the waist slipped open as it was pulled to and fro, allowing the sides of the robe to drape open gracefully, like stage curtains. The opening had barely widened a few inches when the man’s cock, powered by its own angry arousal, sprang forth – lifting along with it a ruddy scrotum easily the size of two fists, buried in a nest of silvery hair like steel wool. The massive orbs within the sac jostled and bounced as the man continued to exert all his force in an effort to break free. A shock of recognition swept the gathered Brothers – though their hood-shrouded faces kept their composure and the chant continued unabated, slowly gathering force. The Novice in his chair of honor felt an uneasy jolt course through his body. For the new arrival was no ordinary Recruit. He was an infamous foe of the Brotherhood: the pastor of a local megachurch, a potent political force in the conservative community. This “reverend” hosted religious broadcasts along with his shrewish, heavily made-up wife, where they raged ceaselessly against the evils of sexual sin. Nothing seemed to arouse his anger more than the spread of HIV, and he would spit violently as he cast his contempt on “filthy, AIDS-ridden homosexuals.” As he became aware of his surroundings a hint of fear tinged the anger in his eyes and his struggle ebbed slightly. He pulled himself to his full height, fixing a prideful but chastened glare at the altar before him. The eerie chant rose again in volume and tempo, as the High Priest emerged from the gloom. “Are you [citing his name]?” the Priest intoned in a resounding baritone. “I am,” the man replied, summoning his own imposing, masculine timbre, with just a hint of uncertainty. “Do you know why you stand before us?” “I have been brought here by force, against my will.” “You stand at trial as an enemy of our Brotherhood,” the Priest declared. “Tonight you are to be transformed. We give you a choice. You may accept with gratitude the Gift we offer, along with our forgiveness – or you may fight it and be marked as an outcast, both among our ranks and in those of your own hateful sect. Either way, you will receive forever in your body the Sacrament of our Faith, that which you have long reviled and blasphemed.” “Fuck you, you filthy f*****t,” the man snarled, straining anew at his bonds. The Guards tightened their grips, easily overcoming his now flagging resistance. The Priest remained calm. “You still have time to repent. We are men of grace and justice, and we extend the hand of welcome to those who gladly receive what we offer. Think carefully. A wise choice on your part will grant you entry to a Fellowship of Men far more powerful than the impotent religion which you now profess.” “Fuck you,” the prisoner repeated, this time with a noticeable shade less conviction. “Very well,” the Priest nodded. “Your resolve will be tested.” He glanced at the Guards, who turned the man roughly, forcing him to face the congregation. At this point a group of four Brothers, their faces cloaked like the others, their voices still chanting in mystical unison, broke from the ranks and strode in single file toward the altar, arraying themselves closely around the struggling captive. Even the thick robes could scarcely conceal their supple, athletic bodies. One by one the four men unfastened and cast off their garments, revealing breathtaking torsos, taut abdomens, hard-trained arms and trunk-like legs. These magnificent young men, all of them on the cusp of twenty, were the flower of the Brotherhood’s youth, each boy beguilingly beautiful in his own way. One was a golden blond with the first fresh bloom of auburn beard, a few tentative strands of hair adorning his broad, smooth chest. Another had mahogany skin, pitch-dark hair, and almond-shaped eyes set in a perfect, unwrinkled brow. The third was sculpted of priceless ebony, with chocolate hair tightly surrounding his massive skull and carpeting godlike genitals. The fourth, a sinewy redhead, was clad in pale, marble-like skin sketched with light blue veins and lightly sprinkled with freckles. A light tuft of ginger pubic hair topped his gently dangling uncut cock, more modest in size than the others but with a perfectly proportioned beauty. The young Brothers sparkled with an endearing boyishness, but moved with the earnest, meaningful manner of men about their work. The foursome laid their hands upon the trembling man, who gave a startled gasp and shuddered momentarily in the Guards’ tight grasp. The young men’s tender ministrations seemed to melt his resistance and he relaxed slightly, only tensing as each boy’s fingers caressed his most sensitive parts - grazing a nipple, gliding down his shivering back, gently cupping his prodigious balls, then stroking his still-stiffening member, which responded of its own accord, straining and twitching toward the vaulted ceiling. Soft lips and moist tongues explored every crevice of his quivering body. The man heaved a sigh, loosening his tension imperceptibly. As the blond boy slid into a kneeling position and brought full young lips toward the man’s pulsing cockhead, the prisoner seemed to resign himself to his fate, throwing his head back as he accepted the pleasure that was forcefully bestowed upon him. The strange words of the ancient chant rose and enveloped him, and the wide eyes of the Novice, still patiently waiting to perform his duty, glowed with intensity as he cast his gaze upon the scene. The captive’s ten-inch cock glided easily down the young blond’s practiced throat, and the other lads added their own stimulation – the black boy stretching his lips to envelop the massive balls, the redhead licking the lightly haired shaft and sharing its glistening head with his blond Brother in a tender kiss. Then the mahogany-skinned youth rose to his feet and turned to the congregation, backing toward the altar and presenting the smooth copper globes of his backside to the captive. He reached behind himself and stretched his buttocks from either side, revealing a taut, puckered hole that glistened with the spit with which his fellows had anointed him in pre-ceremonial preparations. The prisoner tensed anew, a look of terror in his eyes, but retained his stance as the boy backed himself onto the hard cock – which, with a will of its own, throbbed greedily as it slid in. All pretense of resistance was dropped as the man slipped his arms from the Guards’ now loose grasp and clenched the boy’s chest, tightly squeezing him as he pounded his loins hungrily, deep into the welcoming hole. Grunts and growls emerged from his grimacing lips and he shook, seemingly seized with an electrical force beyond his control. A sudden, final spasm exploded from his groin, his face contorted in simultaneous shock and ecstasy, and he emitted a guttural cry that echoed through the vaulted arches. His arms wrapped even more tightly around the brown-skinned boy and, despite himself, he grasped the young man’s face, turned it toward him, and kissed him passionately. Suddenly the captive seemed to come to his senses and pushed the boy away, his slick, semi-hard cock bouncing as it was roughly yanked from the tight young hole. The man staggered backwards, stumbling against the altar, and grasped his head in his hands. “What are you– get the fuck– I didn’t want–” he stammered weakly. The Priest stepped out of the shadows where he had been discreetly watching and addressed the man, as the four boys stood at attention, their own turgid cocks pulsing from their exertions. Abruptly the congregation interrupted its insistent chant, the dark notes reverberating for many minutes until they faded into stony silence. The captive’s heaving shoulders sagged, and a look of resignation came over his sweating face. “You know what you are, friend. Your body betrays you,” the Priest said gently. “You stand at a crossroads. Ahead of you could lie an endless bounty of the pleasure you have just tasted. If you cast your lot with our Order, you will claim the manly embrace of a community of lovers. We are truer to our Faith and more steadfastly loyal to our fellows than the brittle hypocrites who profess to be your disciples. Do you not wish to be one of us?” The man held a long, dejected gaze at the flagstone floor, seemingly lost in thought, while the gathered Brothers maintained silence. Finally, summoning a scrap of courage, he whispered, “What must I do?” “You shall be anointed this night with a life force that you will bear within your body forever. The entire Brotherhood will witness as your false manhood is stripped from you and you are laid bare as the naked and vulnerable boy that you have always been. “Once the Gift has been received within you, your past transgressions will be burned away in a fiery fever. I will not lie – it will be an ordeal, but one from which you will emerge a new and purified Man, the bearer of enormous power and privilege, but also of lifelong responsibility. You must promise to share our precious Gift with generations to come, as Scripture dictates. If you remain devoted to the oath of our Order, the Brothers will stand by your side unto death, and beyond.” The Priest held his words for the few moments it took his voice to echo and fade through the halls, then intoned, “Will you so solemnly swear?” The man stood transfixed for many minutes, daring not to look up from the floor. Finally he nodded, barely perceptibly. The Priest, raising his arms, repeated with greater force, “Will you so solemnly swear?” After one more moment of hesitation, the man drew a deep breath. “I will.” The Novice gasped lightly and shifted in his chair, adjusting the drapes of his robe modestly across his stirring lap. The Priest lowered his arms and clasped his hands before him. In spite of his solemn dignity, a light smile crept onto his lips. “Let us prepare the Service.”

Was leaving the club last night, and a homeless guy sitting on the corner asked for change. I told him I unfortunately didn’t have any, and was prepared to keep going but he asked if I liked dick (since he’d seen me leave the gay bar). I let him know that I loved cock. He told me it’d been awhile since he’d cum. I glanced around, then pointed at a nearby alley and told him he was welcome to cum in me if he wanted to go that way. He said yes, stood up and we walked into the alley. It was dark and I was nervous, but I love taking raw homeless cock so I was also excited as hell. I’d been fucked in this alley before, so I knew there was a dumpster we could behind and I lead him that direction. Once behind the dumpster, I immediately leaned into the wall, lowered my pants off my ass and arched my back for him. He chuckled and made a comment about how much of an easy slut I was. I confirmed, and begged him to fuck me. He asked me if I wanted him to wear a condom, and I told him absolutely not to which he said “sure, it’s your choice”. I felt him spit on my hole, then his cock sliding up and down my crack. The tip kept brushing against my hole, making me whimper in need which seemed to turn him on more be a few seconds later he thrust in and impaled his cock in me with one strong stroke. He felt like a good 7” or so and THICK. I started to moan as he began to jack hammer into my hole. One of his hands was on my hip, guiding me back to meet his thrusts and the other was in my hair shoving my face into the wall. He set a brutal pace, and within no time was asking me where I wanted his cum. I begged for him to breed me, and he again chuckled and said “sure, it’s your choice.” With a few more thrusts, he lodged himself balls deep in my hole and I felt the throbbing of his cock and the warmth of his cum as he unloaded in me, the hand in my hair moving down to curl around my throat, fingers digging into my wind pipe. Once he was done cumming, he started lazily stroking his cock back and forth in me, working his load deeper into me. I thought he intended to give me another load, but instead after a few minutes of lazy strokes, he again impaled himself balls deep in me and I felt the unmistakable warmth of his piss filling me. His fingers tightened further on my throat, and he continued to piss without saying word for a good couple of minutes as I moaned and thanked him. Once he was done pissing, he maneuvered us so I was laying on the ground and he was mounting me, and he proceeded to fuck another load into my now very sloppy hole. He was even rougher this time, and had stopped caring or asking what I wanted - it was clear he’d decided he was just going to use me however he wanted. And I loved it. He pressed my face into the ground and continued to choke me, nearly cutting my air off. He pulled at my hair roughly, I felt some strands pull out. He punched my ass with closed fists and groped at it as he fucked me (it’s bruised today lol). The second fuck took longer, but eventually I felt him cumming inside me again. Then he stood up, and I heard him leave the alley without another word. I waited a few minutes, then stood up, pulled my pants up and left as well, squeezing my hole to keep it all inside me. Horned as I was now, I wanted more cock and cum… so instead of going home, I ended up at the nearest ABS with my hole up against a gloryhole where I got 6 more anon loads without seeing a single one of the guys. Very successful night!

I was nearly 20 years old when I finished school in Germany and decided to go alone for one month to the USA. I knew that I was gay but had no experience here in Germany and nobody knew about my desires. I was 185 with 75 Kilogramm and was a very sporty type with no fat but only muscles and a nice bubble butt. When arriving in the USA I wanted to join a bathhouse at the next day, hoping to see some nice lads and some nice cocks to suck (and hopefully which will fuck me). Fucking without a condom was no alternative and so went to the bathhouse with some lube and a package of condoms. I went to the entrance and my heart bounced when entering it. An older man saw me and told me to pay the fee. He also claimed to see my passport, as he could not believe that I was over 18 years old. He laughed when seeing my age and asked me for my favorites. I looked at him and started sweating , not knowing what he wanted from me. He asked me if it was my first time and I nodded. Ok, he sad, you fuck or want to be fucked, he asked and I stuttered that I wanted to be fucked. Never been fucked till yet, he asked with a smile and I could only nod again. He smiled and said that I need a light blue wristlet and put it on my left arm, because of my age I was not allowed to order alcoholic drinks. He did not tell me that everyone saw one that I like to be fucked. Great boy, we have a breeding area today at the left, where you will be fucked, as I can promise you, he told me and I did not know what he meant with the area but answered only yes. He gave me the key to the changing closet, where I found one big towel and two condom. I was glad, that they obviously fuck safe here. I put down my clothes and went into the first floor. It took only 1 or 2 minutes and an older man of about 50 years joined me and took of his towel directly in front of me. I saw for the first time a rock hard 7 inches cock live. I stared at it and could not move. You like it, he asked me and again I was only able to nod. He came to me and immediately started to grab for my ass. Nice bubble but, you have, he said and I answered with a simple yes. His fingers started stroking at my asshole and then he asked me, if I like it. Yes feels great I said to him and with no time stop he led me to the left area, where we entered the area signed by breeding area. I did not know the meaning. Otherwise I would have fled. He was going to the far behind where there was a room with a sling in it. We entered it. I will fuck you now, he told me and I said to him, that I waited for this so long. Great a virgin he laughed and ordered me on the sling. I got on it, which I should have never done so, because at the next moment he fixed my ankles so my ass was in a great fucking position. But there was no chance to get out of the sling. For now it was ok and even when he lubed my ass very much, it felt great everything. But a moment later I felt his cock pressing against my hole and I shouted stop it, only with condom. He laughed, no condoms in the breeding area. What stop it I shouted and the man came to my face. You ve got two chances. One enjoying it and one protesting. The second will also lead you to be bred but with much pain. So be a good boy, he explained me a put a bottle of poppers which I inhaled a lot from. Ok I cried but please put a condom… I tried to say but he said that this would not happen. He went back to my ass and put his big fat cock at my asshole and started pushing against it. Another man came to me, giving me some more poppers and told me to be a good boy, starting to kiss me. In my mind I saw this pushing cock being fucking me bare and I thought, ok, and loosened up me for being fucked. to be continued

Come on fuck me I whispered really quit which nearly nobody could hear but the man kissing me. What did you say, he asked and I answered louder fuck my virgin ass. I will fuck your virgin ass, the man standing at my ass shouted and started pressing his cock against my assmuscle. But the muscle did not give in first. But in one moment he surpassed it with much speed and his cock forced into my ass. No, stop, oh my god, I cried as it felt as everything was torn apart in my ass. It hurt so much, I could not imagine. He stopped and the man next to me gave me some more poppers and kissed me, that it will be better in some moments. Really I asked him in tears, really he told my. And the fuckers pulled his cock out of my ass and Lund his cock and my ass again. And then he put his cock again against my asshole and pressed again. And this time with really less effort his cock went into my ass. Oh fuck, I said. But this time it did not hurt but is was an unbelievable feeling his cock generates in my ass. Inch by inch he pressed his cock deeper in my ass until he was completely in and his head balls pushed against my ass. I was full of poppers and so was emphasizing every second. He started fucking me hard from the very beginning and I enjoyed every of his single hard strokes. Your so thought, he moaned, and was again speeding up fucking me. He moaned louder and louder and his ohs and ahs get more and more intensiv. Fuck I am coming he yelled and suddenly he pushed his cock 5 6 7 times very very deep and hard into my ass and I felt that he was pushing his cum into my ass with every stroke with every pulsation of his cock. His warm cum was pushed so deep into my guts and at that moment I really felt so good. he pulled his cock out of my ass followed by lots of cum, which left my quite open asshole. No virgin anymore, he said and came to me and my face and told me to clean up his cock. I will do but please put my legs down I asked him. He laughed and told me. Hey boy look around here and I saw nearly a dozen of men stroking their cocks and at that moment knew, that is really was not over yet. to be continued

Caleb, Jacob and Eli One of the world’s most successful art dealers, Caleb now splits his time between homes in London and Antibes, though is often traversing the globe buying and selling paintings and sculptures. He married young to appease his parents while he struggled with his sexuality, and that union produced a son and a daughter, and then some years later two more boys in quick succession, namely Jacob and Eli. However, his increasing exploration of other opportunities eventually resulted in his gifting, which catalysed a divorce when the boys were 15 and 16. Although Caleb suspected his youngest sons might be gay, this was confirmed for him when they were 19 and 20 and he found them being used as the main entertainment at a club in Soho. His status had been an object of fascination and envy for the boys, and that night also proved to be the moment they joined him. Having heard about the Foundation from a client, Caleb joined up and brought his sons in once they were ready. Jacob and Eli live in Caleb’s London home, and actively mentor junior members of the Foundation alongside their jobs as trainers at the exclusive Mayfair gym and spa their father invested in. Both proud bottoms, the young men have overcome their father’s misgivings and now help him to ‘seal the deal’ on many a transaction through the extra entertainment they provide his clients. Caleb, meanwhile, is in an open relationship with his partner Pierre, and devotes as much time as his life allows to being a role model for his youngest sons and a supportive father to his other two children. Well, there we are. You have to admit, Jacob and Eli are quite a pair, and I can see why they are so popular on the scene and with my clients. It took a lot of convincing me that they could play a role in my business, and I remain very selective about which clients I am willing to introduce them to despite their assurances that they are happy and able to take anything that is thrown at them. I suppose, given how I found out about them, that should not surprise me. The boys, it turned out, had been following me to see where I went for fun, and then had gone to the same places when I was away to experience for themselves the scene I was into. However, on that fateful day I had made the decision to come back early from Madrid having secured a deal more quickly than I expected, and had headed straight out to my favourite club to celebrate. It was pumping, and I was looking forward to getting down to business. However, as always I did a quick explore to see what was on offer around all the different spaces, and it was in the largest of the playrooms that I had the wind taken out of me. Down on all fours on a mat was Jacob, and lying on his back in a sling was Eli. Both were being spit roasted, with a line of men waiting to take a turn at one of their holes. Biohazard symbols and scorpions adorned many of the men, and I knew there was no chance that any of them were using condoms. I watched the scene in stunned silence for a very long time, my paternal instincts to grab the boys and get them out of there being countered by the obvious eagerness with which they were taking on each and every new man. I clung on to some small hope that my sons were sensible enough to be using PrEP, but then again I hadn’t been and a small part of me just knew that they were probably following in my footsteps with some sort of deliberate intent. Eventually I could take no more, and forced myself out of the room and indeed the whole club. The entrance was in an alley, which I walked up a bit and then stood to smoke countless cigarettes while I tried to process what I had witnessed. It was there that I watched as my sons emerged from the club, wearing just jocks, tank tops and boots, and lit up their own cigarettes while presumably on a break from their gangbang. My sons, the apples of my eye, were a pair of cumdumps who it appeared had also picked up another of my bad habits. I took a deep breath, and then walked back down the alley towards them. As I came into the light from the lamp outside the club entrance they saw me, and the most awkward moment of my entire parenthood began. Eventually they agreed to get the rest of their stuff and come home with me, and that night none of us slept as we talked and argued our way to dawn. However, they eventually wore me down, and I accepted that I had to support them on their journey as they were going down this path with or without me. These days my relationship with my youngest sons is something I cherish, and the freedom we all feel in sharing far more details of our lives with each other than most parents and children would is truly liberating. I am very much more of a typical divorced dad in how I interact with my older son, daughter and their families, so having something far closer with Jacob and Eli is very special to me. The boys are basically insatiable, and I suspect days when they don’t take at least one load each are rare. They assure me they don’t actually do anything with each other, besides quite regularly bending over together to take on one or more tops. They have proved to be very useful in helping me clinch several important deals, and are always happy to entertain my clients to keep them sweet even when there isn’t a piece of art involved. Despite their focus on getting gifted themselves, they are not particularly fussed about sharing with others and thus keep themselves healthy, something that does give me some reassurance despite how regularly I bring other men over to the cause while on my travels. My life with Pierre is fantastic, particularly now that we have largely set up home on the Riviera, albeit with regular trips to London. My work keeps me busy and I have to travel regularly, and we have each other’s blessing to play when I’m away, in my case usually involving explorations of the underground scene wherever I may be. However, when we’re together we are surprisingly vanilla, and I can see that at some point I’m going to want to slow down and settle into that world a bit more. Until then I am happy to continue spreading the reach and influence of the Foundation!

Not my strongest effort. I may have to break this off into another forum if the lady-folk get involved. Would you guy likes to read that? We left that afternoon noticing several pictures of Jason with another couple. WE dug a little deeper and found out they were a “throuple”, and Jason was fucking them both on a regular basis, and was part of a swingers group that met on a regular basis with mens outings. They often invited outsiders to play. We immediately volunteered. Our “seed” was getting planted deeper and deeper around town. After that Saturday afternoon with Jason. I found myself spending more time with Jason alone at the request of Amy. In reality, I did not mind, with him having an 8 inch cock and all and within a few weeks. The inevitable happened, he came down with the “fuck flu”. It was so hot to suck his cock and take his deadly seed while he was burning up with fever and shaking with the chills, but his sex drive was so strong. He just had to fuck one more load into me. I tried to assure him that he just had a bad case of the flu, but he insisted on going to the clinic on campus. Once he was there they gave him a full panel of test and within the hour. He was given the news he was poz. He took it rather well. He was told there was a rash of new cases with several strains. He had the dominant or parent one and he was asked for a list of his sexual partners. He glanced at me, and with a wink he told them he had several anonymous high-risk encounters and he was sure it was one of them. The doctor, a hot young intern, chided him a bit, but when no one was looking slipped us his card with a note that read, “I want to hear more about your ‘anon’ friends - call me”! I got hard right then and there in the ER with Jason shivering from the flu and this young doctor. h/e adjusted his cock through his khakis and I swear it looked huge. My mouth watered. He said he would be right back. He excused himself, said something to the nurse, winked at me as if telling me to follow him. So when he left the room, I excused myself to go to the bathroom. I followed the doctor into an empty room. He locked the door behind me. He put his hands on my shoulder, and I dropped to my knees on the hard floor. He fished out his stiff hard cock. I gobbled down his 9 inch monster cock while he talked dirty to me. “I bet you are the ‘anon” cock your friend got? Aren’t you” He emphasized by shoving his hard cock down my throat, making me gag a little. I gurgled an affirmative. He went on to tell me that they have had 12 cases with that strain in the last month alone. He grabbed the back of my head, shoved his cock down my throat, came like a horse and exclaimed “I want ITTTTTTT”. I cleaned his cock off for him. He told me to call him soon and set it up. I followed him back to the room where Jason was getting the lowdown of the latest HIV drugs, but the doctor rushed her out. He downplayed her little talk, and sent us on our way. He gave us a wink, and tossed the paperwork in the trash. Jason had a million questions as we walked back to his house. I called Amy and Andy to meet us at Jason's house. I tried to fill in the blanks, but wanted Amy to hit the broad strokes. Jason was agitated by the time we got to his house, but me sucking his tainted cock seemed to calm him down. He came like a rocket filling my eager mouth and he slept for a few hours before Amy and Andy got there. Jason recognized Amy right away and saw the resemblance tween the two siblings. “You”, he shouted at Amy “had this done to me?” “I…we, set you free” she carefully retorted. “How” Jason begged? Amy went on to explain he was free to fuck any person in the world now without thought, Her logic was sound. Though Amy herself was not poz herself yet she reminded us with a wink (another story another forum) Jason still feeling pretty sick, but horny as fuck from listening to Amy got naked and told me he anted to fuck me while Andy bred him as long as Amy watched. We all agreed. I was naked in a second and on my back with my legs in the air waiting for Jason’s big deadly stinger. He just spit on his cock and aimed it for my well fucked hole. Andy climbed behind Jason and with sweat wiped from Jason’s brow lubed his cock and piled drived Jason’s hole. Amy disappeared into the background. We fucked as a unit for nearly 20 minutes with Jason filling me with his tainted load and Andy filling Jason with his. We all laid there in a post-fuck glow. I could tell Jason was strategizing. “Penny for your thoughts?” I asked. “Just thinking who I want to go after first.” He replied. I told him about the interaction I had with the doctor and how Andy, Amy and I had eyes for the other two people in his throuple picture and his swinger group. He told us the swinger group had strict testing protocols and that he was likely out of the group now, but when Amy heard that. She took it as a challenge. She assured him she would get all four of us past the testing phase, “Now let’s call this doctor of yours.” she said with a sly grin. More to cum

As someone with a fair bit of DPA/GDPR experience in the UK I thought it might be useful to give my take on the situation. First the legal position, caveat here I’m not a legal professional but have worked with closest with data protection specialists: Breeding Zone as a forum site is a platform not a publisher, users are the publishers and are responsible for what they do and don’t post. Depending on where they are based platforms have different requirements to comply with regards data privacy. Just because you can access a website on the internet does not automatically mean that the laws in your country apply to that site. It’s not quite the same, but the easiest way to think about it is to take a physical world analogy, if you go on holiday to another country then the laws of that country apply not the laws of your home country. That being said the GDPR was drafted to apply to any website that provides a service to residents in the EU (and UK). In theory, sites based outside have to comply with the law if they have users based in the UK/EU. In practice, if a website is based outside of these jurisdictions then you have little to no chance of ensuring compliance if they are in breach of the law. Breeding Zone has no presence in the UK or EU, so even where there are laws that apply to internet platforms, unless there is a legal entity in those jurisdictions there’s little you can do even if you think there’s a valid complaint. The big tech firms have a presence in the UK/EU because they actively do business in these places. Websites based outside of the UK/EU tend to apply one of two approaches: (i) block access from those locations, or (ii) implement cookie controls and account deletion policies. Breeding Zone has taken the second course of action. Adopting this second approach makes Breeding Zone compliant with UK/EU law on data protection and privacy. Second let’s consider the specifics: You allege that Breeding Zone has published your personal data. As per point 1 above, you are the publisher not Breeding Zone. Just because a platform gives you the ability to publish information does not mean you have to publish information. Before you register for an account it is quite obvious that a lot of content is publicly available. Breeding Zone does not deceive any one of this fact. You do not have to use your real name, you do not have to publish your date of birth (you have to provide a date of birth so the site is compliant with adult content regulations but that information does not need to be publicly available, you can change the viability of it at any time), you do not have to publish your contact details, you do not have to publish identifiable photos of yourself. Ultimately, you have chosen to do all of these things. Even if everything were private (ie you could only see content if a registered user and logged in) the legal position would be unchanged. Not having read the terms and conditions has never been a valid defence in a court of law. As far back as 2019 you have posted on this site: “I am confident of my experience of this website and sure,I have not so sure moments,but I firmly believe that,the best path is to 'wash your dirty washing in public'.Nobody can surprise you then. I have four accounts registered here. I cannot delete the memory,so why agitate myself.Life is too short.” I don’t repeat that out of malice but to indicate that you’ve been aware of the public nature of this site for quite some time. You could have stopped posting or interact with this website at that point in time but you did not. I’m not intending this to come across as rude or condescending, we all sometimes do things that in the future we’re not at always happy about. Regret about past behaviour and any impact that has on us in the present can be painful. You might not be comfortable with what you have previously published here, but it is not Breeding Zone’s fault and they have not broken any laws.

Last night we had a quiet night just my partner and me, had a bottle of wine and talked about the latest adventures with the boy, It felt like for the first time he got a bit jealous but I didn't think much of it. then we started making out in the living room, undressed and I went for his cock, sucked a bit, locked his balls and gave him a nice rim job. Then all of the sudden he switched, and shoved his entire cock down my throat, started fucking it hard and telling me what a good slut I am (which always makes me horny lol) then I was flipped on my back, legs over my head and my exposed hole was exposed for him (I did have 2 loads I took from a stranger hookup) when my partner just rammed his entire 11" cock all the way in, no warm up, no lune beside the cum I had in me and some of my spit from the throat fuck. I saw stars! And immediately started pounding me hard, pulling all the way out and pushing hard back in. He came fast but kept fucking me like that for almost an hour, alternating my hole and my mouth, telling me to clean his cock and taste my cunt juices and all the cum I had in me. I fucking loved it! After he came for the 3rd time we were a complete mess of sweat and I was covered with my cum from blasting hand free while he was pulverizing my hole! We went upstairs to shower before bed and I was rewarded by a piss load too! I think the boy was sparked something lol

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

I was sitting in my office but still horny as fuck feeling my partners cum on my hole and desperately played with the plug I had in me so I went on the apps and was hit immediately by a cute 19 year old, stating he needed a hole to fuck and sent my a pic of a nice long and thick curved cock (I thought it was at least 9"). I quickly replied that my hole is his to use and that I already have a load in me which got him horny, he send me the address to nearby residential building and wanted me to ping him when I am at the entrance and he'll let me in. I was already in the Uber and on my way. I sent him a message telling that I'll be there in 2 min and he quickly replied that he'll meet me in the entrance. he was so hot, young but very athletic, wore a tight shirt to emphasize his muscles and a lose pants, we both smiled and he opened the door for us. when we got in the elevator I was confused that he pressed down to go to one of the parking floors and he explained that his parents are home and couldn't host but we can use the storage unit he always play in. Sounded hot to me and we lightly touched each other while he led the way, he turned on a dim light in the storage unit and I saw a mattress and some lube and a couple bottles of popper and smile. we immediately stripped and started making out, he was impressed when he saw my wet plugged hole and his dick got rock hard. All I could think of was damnnnn the pics he sent didn't do it justice and it was almost 11" and thick as fuck!!! I drooled and got on my knees to suck this magnificent beast. he politely asked if it was ok and if I'm sure I wanted him to fuck me because not all guys/girls he hook up with can. I just grinned and pulled him closer with my hands on his ass encouraging him to go rough. he took the hint and started ramming his cock down my throat making me groan filling my throat up. then he pulled out and his cock was slick and glistening with my throat juices and said he wanted my hole now! I told him to lay on the mattress and he asked if I needed lube or poppers and I answered no because I want to feel him use me hard. Pulled out the plug out of my hole and showed him how wet and gaping I was before I used my muscles and closed tight. He was groaning and I just began lowering myself till I felt the huge mushroom head touch my hole! took a deep breath and focused on my hole stretching as I was lowering my self on it slowly till I felt his pubes and he was fully lodged in my cunt!! he was impressed and I started to use my hole muscles to get used to it and also milk him before I started riding him. first it was slow but then I went full cowboy and rode him hard! We were both growing and I encouraged him to go harder and rougher so he decided to switch positions and now I was laying on my back with him on top of me and my legs on his shoulders without his enormous cock leaving! then he really went for it and began pounding my hole HARD!!! he lasted less then 10 min like this and we were both sweating when he said he's getting close. I was just whimpering and begged him to breed my cunt, that put him in overdrive and he was going even harder till I felt him staying deep and breeding me. I could feel his cock expanding with every shot he gave me, after about 10-11 shots he collapsed on me, sweating and we started making out while he was still deep in me. after such an intense fuck I thought it'd be it but while we were kissing he suddenly started gently fucking me again so I asked him to breed me again, he said the second time usually takes him longer to cum and asked if it's ok. So cute! Again I held him tight and deep in me and he took the hint. This time it started very soft, we were making love as he felt so good in my cummy hole filled with 2 big loads. We switched positions several times and I was fucked missionary, doggie, standing up and riding him for almost 45 minutes till I was laid on my back and he started ramming building himself up for a second load. This time when he came he just shuddered and came so hard and I came handsfree as well covering us both with cum. the second load felt almost as big as the first one and he shyly apologized that he cum a lot! I told him how much I love it and wished he'd never stop flooding me! we stayed like that for a bit more making out till he got softer and pulled out my slick cummy hole, I immediately moved and took him in my mouth, tasting all the loads, my ass juices and some streaks of pink from the pounding my hole took and I was so happy. Oink. When we got dressed we exchanged numbers and I told him we live close by and that we'd love to continue having fun, either just me and him or with my partner too and he got excited about the idea and asked how soon can we arrange something cause he never had a fuck like that without being asked to pull out because of the pain. I plugged my ruing cuumy hole back and kissed him before I left and told him that my hole is his to use anytime he wanted. While I was in an Uber on my way to lunch with a colleague I called my partner telling him all about the latest adventures and bragged lol

FUCKING LOVE GLORY HOLES! FUCK YES!

I appreciate the thorough response BootmanLA. You say that the media doesn't steal the country blind, but I would argue that if you look at ownership of the media, you'll find that it all traces back to the same corporations that own our big racket industries, like pharma, or arms, etc. The same people that lobby Congress for special status and tax loopholes. Whether or not we agree on that, I appreciate you raising the point, as I realize my point was less than clear. 1. You write, "'love and compassion for themselves' is not a conservative achievement. It's something fully mastered by most children by the age of two," which is good for a laugh, but I think most gays, at least of a certain age, will have had to grapple with having to work through a lot of shaming from conservatives. Now, I think that shaming is much more likely to come from woke people who are on a mission to shame the world into agreeing with them. I wish them all a little more self-love and confidence to exist in a highly diverse world filled with people who will never be woke clones. 2. You're assuming that most redistributions in our system go from the rich to the poor, but I think there's a huge redistribution to the rich from inflation, which their investments can outlast. I wish I had the source, but I read that the working class has had over $50T diverted away from them over the past 50 years thanks to Inflation, which is much more devastating to the poor than to the rich, and using fake money to pay for war and welfare wrecks the middle class and robs the poor of what little independence they have. 3. I see we have some common ground on the empire issue. I don't disagree with your point about NATO, but I do not see a credible threat to the American homeland, and I think we unnecessarily antagonize a huge number of enemies by maintaining 800 bases encircling those who don't submit to our control. We also encourage a lot of local bullies. 4. I tend to agree, but I think the left doesn't seem to notice how much worse health inflation has been since the government got involved, and also how much a thinking medical profession has been replaced by central-government bureaucratic protocols that dumb down our doctors, make them order takers, and raise expense unnecessarily. Agreed that there is a lot of corporate welfare in this space that drives up costs. 6. I don't disagree with your point that a different party might gut the teeth of a regulatory agency, but it is INCREDIBLY PREDICTABLE that government changes hands every 4-12 years, so a bit of foresight would have seen that coming. 7. I agree that our two parties like to gerrymander and rig the elections. I think from what you are writing that you would agree with me that Congresspeople OFTEN are out of line with their constituencies. I don't think this is true of only conservative representatives, but on that we may not agree. 8. On this point we DEFINITELY don't agree. Government is mostly in the business of turning rights into privileges and pretending to grant things. This is more akin to a protection racket than a true grantor of rights. I don't necessarily disagree with you that the founders may have been under the presumption that they were "granting" things, but that in my view is a hideously arrogant assumption. 9. I don't share your interpretation of this point. Unfortunately, I see the government misallocating capital, corporations shifting attention from real problems, and profiteering. The green industry racket has outgrown any "fossil fuel" racket, while I am pretty sure real environmental destruction continues at a massive scale while being ignored by the activists chasing the shiny penny issue. I do think that like "liberals," "conservatives" are a diverse bunch. I agree that social conservatives are likely to want to act as nannies, and I think the overturning of Roe versus Wade really makes your point here. I think that libertarian conservatives or economic conservatives are much less likely to act in the way you describe. I tend to agree that we will have to make a less than ideal choice that favors either Democrats or Republicans. Good luck to all in making choices that further a world we can all thrive in.

When I was much younger, I was really into sucking cock. I would hit an adult bookstore at lunch time and suck and swallow at least half a dozen guys. Then, I would hit the same ABS as soon as I got out of work, usually sucking off another half dozen or so. Weekends, I would go to a sex club as soon as they opened, and I would suck cocks almost non stop, until the crowd thinned out. My guess would be that I swallowed 12 to 15 loads at the sex club on Saturdays and the same on Sundays. Good times.

If they are seeding me, they are not straight, no matter how much they want to pretend otherwise.

Kudos for recognizing that distinction, but it's not the media stealing the country blind. "love and compassion for themselves" is not a conservative achievement. It's something fully mastered by most children by the age of two. The problem is that many conservatives never advance beyond that developmental stage, solely concerned about what's in [anything] for THEM. Exhibit A is Donald J. Trump. I'm not sure what you mean by this, except possibly objecting to the notion that participants in a society owe financial support to that society. If you mean proposals to tax the wealthy at a heavier level, I laugh at your notion that their wealth is "stored value of...hard labor" - unless you mean the labor of people OTHER than the wealthy person. I've never known anyone who works harder than most of the people at the bottom of the socioeconomic scale. Sitting in a chair directing one's investments from one tax sheltered entity to another is not "hard labor". To a certain extent, I agree - we have a long and sordid history of messing in the affairs of other countries. But influence over others - and banding together against outside threats, like NATO - is not an out of control empire. It's maintaining alliances against those who would actively do us harm. What destroys common people's savings, more than anything, is the disastrous costs our society imposes on those who have the misfortune to get extremely ill. No other country spends nearly what we do on health care in total, and yet we have among the worst health results in the developed world. And that's primarily because of the vast amount of overhead we let private insurers, Big Pharma, giant hospital chains, and others suck out of the system - the people providing the care, for the most part, are overworked and underpaid, but not the C-suites at Aetna, United Health, the various Blue Crosses, most hospital chains, Pfizer, Merck, J and J, etc. We had a social compact in this country in the late 1940's into the early 1970's that helped shift millions of people from poverty to the middle class. We know what to do. We just don't have the political will to do it because of the billionaires who control Congress to maintain the status quo. We absolutely have. That's primarily, again, a result of conservatives' grip on the presidency and the judiciary from Reagan forward - they seed the agencies with conservatives who cripple the agencies' work to please the special interests, and they rely on activist conservative judges to strike down the agencies' rules that dare to try to improve things for ordinary people. I'm less worried about regulatory capture than I am about judicial capture, especially when conservatives manipulate the rules to stack courts, even the Supreme Court, with partisan operatives. It's not that I think we want nannies - far from it. We want a robust enough government that can protect its citizens from state-level tyranny like the kind being implemented in most red states these days - from voter suppression to violating citizens' First Amendment rights and worse. Especially since once in power, conservatives are adept at gerrymandering their way into staying in power long after the voters as a sum reject their policies. See, for instance, Wisconsin, Ohio, Pennsylvania, etc. That's simply false as a categorical statement. Even though the founders believed certain rights were endowed by an alleged creator, they nonetheless recognized that government clearly had the power to grant and recognize additional rights. The only ones specifically acknowledged as creator-derived were life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness; the authors of the Constitution went well beyond that, and amendments to the constitution have granted rights that the founders would not have recognized AT ALL - like the right to vote regardless of race. I'm all for that. Unfortunately, the dogma of the "conservative" movement is that we need NO climate agenda at all, that the earth is just fine, everything we're experiencing is a normal variation, and for god's sake we can't expect Big Bidness to give up one fucking penny of profit to hedge against the distinct possibility that maybe, just maybe, climate change is real. That may be the case. But no libertarian is going to win major elected office this year, or next, or anytime in the near future, and in the meantime, those who DO win are going to be in power. I do not see any way in which conservatives will be creating safe space for homosexuals (radical or not), satanists, or anyone other than people like themselves. This is a party/movement determined to eradicate even LGBT books from public libraries, for fuck's sake. As problematic as many liberal positions might be - and that's not to say they are, only acknowledging that possibility for the sake of argument - our positions aren't aimed at eliminating our opposition from the public square. Theirs are.

Hundreds of guys have fucked me anonymously in darkrooms and I've never seen what they looked like. It's all about getting those cocks and loads pumped in my cumdump ass!

While still on the tour in a major Northeaster city Mike took Jeff to his first bath house. He had made Jeff some temporary tattoos and used a concealer he had found to cover some of his. They got a room and changed into their leathers. Mike had to admit that custom made and fit leather looked incredible on Jeff the each donned a leather mask and went out to cruise the halls. Their cocks hanging out and asses exposed by their chaps. A few guys tried to interest Jeff stroking themselves suggestively but he only smiled and shook his head. One man didn’t want to take “no” for an answer looing over Jeff and calling him “Boy” insisting Jeff come back ti his room with him and showing a respectable 9 inches promising he would stretch Jeff so good’ Jeff pointed to Mike wo was a few feet away chatting with a younger guy abd maybe a quarter hard “You see him? He fucks me at least daily. I’m sorry buddy I’m afraid I would not even feel you in me.” The guy looked at Mike’s cock. Realized he was outclassed and made a hasty retreat. They wandered off together and through the locker room. There they met a young man. 18 last week he said. From a small town upstate. His first time in the city and in a bath house. A total virgin. “It’s my first time too” Jeff said. “You better stick with us. They will eat you up in here, I have him to take care of me so ket us take care of you” then he placed a hand on the young man's cheek and kissed him gently even holding his hand as they led him back to their room. Jeff and Mike took turns making out with the fresh meat. Mike expertly manipulating his body, pinching nipples lightly, stroking muscles all the while showing Jeff how it was done. Jeff went down on him giving him his first blowjob and swallowing his sweet cum leaving him a relaxed heap of flesh “I want to take your virginity” Jeff whispered in his ear “You are so pretty I want to be your first” “I want you to” their young victim said totally relaxed and seduced by them “I have dreamed about giving it to someone like you” he didn’t ask about status or condoms Jeff pushed him gently back onto the mattress raising his legs to his shoulder and slowly working his cock in with only pre for lube. The neg man calling out in pain as Jeff popped in then slowly working his seven inches into the sweet tight hole as they shared kiss after kiss Jeff’s breath coming in ragged gasps as he got closer finally losing himself in the bliss of shooting toxic cum into an unsuspecting now ex-virgin” “Did you enjoy that baby boy?” Jeff asked between swell little kisses “Oh yes though it hurt at first” the bred boy said Jeff laughed “I know how you feel, he took my virginity” he said pointing to Mike who stood stroking his monster as it drooled pre. “You should feel how he fills a hole up. It’s incredible” “He’s so big but I want to try” he said “I will be gentle” Mike said moving between the still spread legs and slowly pushing the head in his kisses more demanding and dominating “Oh my God, so huge” came the reply when Mike pulled his tongue out of his mouth Mike worked abut 8 inches in then said “It’s easier to take the rest all at once but it will hurt for a bit “Ok, I want it all” came the reply Mike pulled back and rammed forward and Jeff winced in sympathy remembering the first time Mike had passed his inner barrier The young man moaned in pain and pleasure as Mike truly fucked him and quickly. mercifully bred him with his own poz seed staying buried in the spasming hole thill he started to soften They both continued to make out with the now pozzed boy Jeff fucking him twice more and Mike breeding him again once , They quietly dressed as the man they had deliberately pozzed lay sleeping sweetly unaware of the virus invading his bloodstream slipping out the door and shutting it. Holding hands as they walked towards the exit “What was his name?” Mike asked “I don’t think he ever told us” Jeff said as they left the building

Work on the album was done and Jeff’s movie was coming out in a month. Mike had been thinking about his relationships. He had Jeff and something was developing between he and Hank as well. Not romantic love but a protectiveness that grew out of Hank’s trust in his domination. He knew there was something between Jeff and Hank too, a more subtle domination based on the fact that Jeff so easily got Hank off by fucking him It made Mike proud but there was a slightly guilty edge to it. He had taken advantage of the situation. Hank had his problems, mostly being kissed by another man. He would meekly accept being brutally fucked but Mike but if he or Jeff were gentle telling Hank how pretty he was and kissing him deeply he squirmed obviously liking it but not wanting to admit he did. Hank would be flying out east for a couple weeks. He was getting an award from his college and had agreed to mentor the new quarterback his team had picked up in the draft. The day before he left Mike did something unusual after a discussion with Jeff. He sat in his favorite chair and motioned Hank over to sit in his lap. Something only Jeff had done till now. Wrapping his arms around the big man Mike said “we need to talk” Hank blushed and nodded “This is becoming something more that it was. I have real feelings for you. Not like what I do for Jeff, and I don’t think you want that anyway, but they are real feelings. I love abusing you, controlling you and breeding you. I love pushing your boundaries but you need to know I will never actually hurt you. I will always protect you in my own way. What I need to know is if this is truly what you want. I want to take things further but I need you to be absolutely sure you want to give me that much control. I know you hate making important decisions and I want this one made by you with a clear mind not influenced by my physical presence, but if you come back from this trip and willingly submit to me it will be the last decision you will have to make. You need to understand where I will take you after that to make this decision. Every important life decision of yours will be made by me from that point. You probably won’t even be asked for an opinion. You will sell your house and move here. I will not touch your finances though. I don’t need to. You will learn to suck cock (it was the one thing Hank had actually resisted) and if I chose you will drink my piss. I will modify your appearance if I chose with piercings and tattoos and you will have no say in what our where. You will sexually service any man I tell you to in any way I tell you to. There may be more but that will be for me to decide. I really want you to think about this Hank and also know Jeff and I want you as part of out lives. We will be committed to you as well, We want many many years of abusing, protecting and loving you but only if you can love us back” Then he squeezed the big man and just held him for a while The next day after they had seen Hank off Mike took Jeff to the same chair and held him “I have some regrets” Mike started “I regret that there was no way to know how special you are and how much you would come to mean to me when we met. I know we had fun. I think my cock would have exploded if I hadn’t gotten in you when I did but you deserved more. You deserves to be romanced and wooed. I took something from you you can never get back” “I think things were pretty mutual back then. If I created my dream man in a lab he would come out just like you” Jeff said then sighed “It was never going to happen any differently but I wish it could have” “Stand up for a second” Mike said then he stood and sank to one knee taking Jeffs hand and looking into his eyes “Jeff, I can’t imagine my life without you, I love you so much. Will you marry me again? I'm talking a real wedding, church,, family friends and all” Jeff’s eyes filled with tears “I would be honored to” then he giggled “Hank can be the flower girl” And they both laughed Two days later they were in Northern Virginia on the movie’s promotional tour and so they could attend a political fund raiser. They had a few free hours so they walked from the hotel to a nearby shopping plaza. Jeff was wearing his “Clark Kent” glasses and oddly enough they worked. Mike thought he looked so cute and made a mental note to fuck Jeff in them and he was almost never recognized. Mike was standing on the sidewalk as Jeff was looking through a classic record store. Jeff loved vinyl, when he heard an unwelcome voice behind him “Mike? Is that you?” Sighing Mike turned “Hello Doug” he said in am even voice Doug stood there with a blond woman on his arm “Mike! It’s so good to see you! This is my fiancé Heather. Her dad owns the company I work for” Heather was… chunky… big boned but pretty “This is Mike?” she asked not quite hiding the condescending slightly disgusted tone in her voice. “Nice to meet you” Mike said “He’s older than I thought” Heather said “Doug has told me all about you” she said, then her voice became slightly malicious and she continued in the casual calculated cruelness of her kind when they think someone will be to polite to come back at them “You know, God can fix you Mike, just like he fixed Doug. God can even forgive you for giving Doug that terrible disease. Thank God there are medications to control it now” then to Doug “I see my sister over there. I need to tell her something, I will be right back” walking away quickly Doug blushed a little but then a familiar smile touched his lips “Sorry about that, I had to edit our story a bit and tell her you pozzed me. What hotel are you in? Maybe I could stop by tonight and we could get reacquainted” Mike just stared speechless and like magic Jeff, who had been browsing the outdoor display and listening to every word, suddenly appeared at his side “Oh, you are busy I see. Who is this little bit of nothing? He might be fun in a threesome though if he doesn’t mind being a third wheel” Doug said in a spiteful jealous voice. Jeff took off his glasses and looked Doug up and down “Ummmm no… I would not touch you with someone else’s dick. You better wipe that look off your face here comes Heffer, I mean Heather” Heather walked up and positively took Doug’s arm Mike, who had been willing to let things go till Doug insulted Jeff was out for blood now “Doug, Heather” He said in a pleasant voice “This is my husband Billy Clay, Billy this is my Ex and his fiancé Heather” “You are married?” Doug asked stunned “Yup, the very same day we last talked on the phone. I never knew what love was till I met Billy" he said looking Jeff in the eyes "You left just in time. It saved me from having to throw you out and cleared the way for Billy and I. Billy was there in the shop when you called and we were married about 4 hours later wasn’t it Babe” If Doug could lie he could stretch the truth a little himself “About that” Jeff agreed “Mr Clay I have all your songs on my playlist and I have watched your videos for years!” Heather gushed but then her true nature took over “But I didn’t know you were gay. Gad can fix you Mr Clay! He really can!” Jeff looked at Mike and just said “wow” then “You didn’t do Doug justice when you described him Babe, ‘moderately slimy’ doesn’t come close I think ‘complete scumbag’ comes much closer.” Then to Heather “I’m going to do you a favor though you don’t deserve it. Firstly it was Doug who cheated on Mike and brought that 'terrible disease’ home and I’m not just taking Mike’s word, Doug admitted it when you walked away. Secondly your ‘God fixed man’ next tried to arrange a hook up at our hotel tonight he even suggested a threesome. I don’t think he’s good husband material. You could never trust him not to bring something home to you. But hey! If you give me your address I will make sure you get an autographed copy of our new album when it comes out. I’m sure you will love it.” Then to Mike “Come on Babe we have to get ready for dinner with the President” Then he turned Mike and marched him away leaving the “happy couple” standing in his wake. Mike made a mental not to never really piss his husband off he was vicious. That night in the hotel Mike said “I have not let anyone top me since Doug infected me but if you want I would love to feel you in me. I love you so much and I want to experience you in every way” For once the sex between them was gentle. They made love all night long fully sharing in ways they never had before. Life was good.

After we played alone twice he final came to our place to play together with my partner. boy oh boy did they both worked me, hard! We played for hours till we were all spent, covered in sweat and cum (mostly mine that I came over them, their loads were deposited deep in my hole) and fell asleep together in our bed, I was spooned by both of my amazing men. To sum some of the action: Almost at any given time I was used by both their cocks (they are both 11" and thick!!!) either was spitroasted, alternating sucking since I couldn't fit them both in my mouth. luckily, I was able to fit them both in my hole! they double fucked me together, after I was already full of cum and used. I was riding the boy giving him a show when my partner came behind me and started shoving his beast too. I could see the boy's face changing with the pleasure it was giving him (later he told us it was his first time) and after I quickly adjusted with the help of the bottle of poppers my partner shoved in my nose, they started fucking me hard, finding a nice rhythm, sometimes alternating when one is pulling out the other pushed in, sometimes they went in and out together. I was screaming with pleasure and came handsfree twice while this went on for almost an hour, they both came several times too! Lucky me. when they were spent from the continuous fucking they took a break, but just from using their cock. My hole was not on a break as my partner showed the boy how to use his fist to open me up, I was in heaven, loving the pain and pleasure this brings to my hole. They played with my hole like that for a while and I was sucking them and my partner had to take a piss and asked if I wanted to show the boy how's it done. To which I just held him deeper in my mouth and he started releasing a hot stream of piss in my mouth to swallow quickly, luckily we were in our play room on the vinyl sheets so my partner pulled out and aimed at my mouth, while spraying all over my body too. the boy got really excited too and asked to join in so I was drinking them both , and drenched from all the piss I couldn't swallow or they sprayed on me. we took a quick shower after that and we got up to our bedroom for another round of fucking till they dumped their last load (4 each) and we went to sleep together. during the night sleep they both shoved their cock in me depending on my body position lol. the morning came and they both came in me one more time till the boy had to leave. This boy is definitely going be a regular of ours!

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)

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

Part 1- Contemplation and Preparation Tonight was the night. After nearly a year of fantasizing, research, and sleepless nights masturbating while reading countless stories of smoking and sexual debauchery, I decided to finally give in to my darkest desires. Standing in front of the nondescript industrial building, I forced myself to finally work up some courage and stepped inside, heart pounding. Taking in my surroundings, I noted how small the entry area was... dimly lit, with a metal security door to the right of what could only be described as a jailhouse-like window. In the corner, a sad-looking ficus filled up the remaining space. Muted, heavy thumping music played in the background, likely muffled by the door. The faintest smell of body odor, mixed with a faint undertone of floral-scented industrial bathroom cleaner, and what I could only assume was the scent of male sex. It reminded me of the movie Cruising with Al Pachino… dingy, seedy, and a little on the wrong side of dangerous. I slowly walked up to the window, promptly setting my cover charge in front of the attendant. I waited, looking at the man before me. He was maybe a bit older than me although much taller, with short cropped black hair, a large septum ring in his nose, and a 5 o’clock shadow surrounding a goatee, wearing a leather harness with a large, already lit cigar smoldering in an ashtray next to him. Tattoos adorned both of his arms, but the one on his left bicep drew my interest the most. Slowly, he looked up from his phone and gave me a once over before pushing my money back. “Sorry, probably going to want to go to another party there, pretty boy,” he sighed, turning his attention back to his phone, “I don’t think you’re going to exactly fit in here tonight. Maybe come back another day.” Even I had to admit that I probably looked out of place for the theme tonight at the sex club. Reddish blond, 5’7, young and fit but not overly muscular, clean cut, and more on the preppy side. However, I was on a mission tonight. Months of planning were not going to go to waste. I knew exactly what I looked like, and I was counting on using it to my fullest advantage. “No,” I said, patiently replying with the same smile I had cultivated working retail in my younger years. As I pushed back the money across the counter, I continued, “I know exactly what tonight is here. And I think I’m in exactly the right place.” Piquing his interest, he looked back up from his phone, grabbed the cigar, and put it in his mouth, one eyebrow threatening to arch up in curiosity before smirking. “Sorry, but you still need to be wearing-“ he started before I quickly cut him off. “Leather? Already wearing a leather jockstrap,” I said, before pulling the neck of my shirt down slightly, “Also wearing a leather harness.” Taking a large puff on the cigar, he blew out a large cloud of the sweet, acrid smoke in my face as he continued, “You know there are a lot of smokers in there tonight, and more than a few…” “Oh, I’m counting on it,” I replied before taking a huge sniff of the cigar smoke, cutting him off while staring openly at his bicep tattoo. “Well,” he said, grabbing the money, “I hope you get exactly what you came here for then, pig. Locker or room?” “I’ll take my chances with the locker,” I quickly replied, feeling my cock slowly start to stir at the banter going on between us, my mind going to dark, perverted places as I watched the cherry on the end of the cigar glow with each puff. He turned sideways, grabbing one of many small brass keys attached to the cheap plastic wrist keychains. Tossing it on the counter, he took another puff on his cigar before picking his phone back up. “Good luck fucker,” he said, smiling as I grabbed the key from him, effectively signing away my fate with that little key. “Thanks,” I said, more shaky than I wanted to admit, be it from anticipation, a little fear, or a ton of excitement. “By the way,” he called out to me as I slowly stepped back from the counter and began walking to the door, “I’m off at midnight. It’s a bit slow right now, but it should be picking up pretty soon. Hope you get exactly what you came for.” I could only nod as I grabbed the door and he buzzed me in, letting the sounds and smells wrap around me in their dark embrace. — Walking down the dim, cinderblock-lined walls, I looked around taking everything in as fast as I could. The music was thumping louder, and I could vaguely make out the sounds of men talking as I got closer to the locker room. The smell of sex was in the air. As was the BO, and a faint underlying smell of piss. Exactly what I expected from all the stories I had read, and people I had chatted with online. I could feel my cock slowly continue to stir under the leather jockstrap. I kept walking, feeling slightly like a fish out of water. Quickly enough, I was in the locker room. Looking down at the key, I found the number and made my way over to the corresponding locker. I quickly stripped out of my carefully picked shirt and smartly pressed pants, folding them up and placing them in the locker, making sure to pull out the bottle of poppers I had purchased online, stuffing it into the small pouch on the right upper harness. Locking the small metal door, I walked over to the large, full-length mirror attached to the concrete pillar across from my locker and took in my appearance. Black leather harness, perfectly framing my slightly muscular and hairless chest, with a single strap going across my chest, just above my pecs. Reddish blond hair expertly styled just barely messy to the side almost touching my bluish-grey eyes. My jockstrap, also leather, with its two yellow striped going back to my taint, divided by a zipper going down the center, and its straps just barely cupping my ass. ‘I look hot’ I thought to myself, taking in my features. That’s when I saw him. Well over 6 feet tall, buzz-cut grey hair, with a large mostly grey beard. Muscular with a tiny bit of fat around the edges. Tattoos everywhere, with a black leather vest and leather chaps, and a leather flat top with silver chain going across it. I could already see several large cigars poking out of the pocket of his vest, with what had to be the largest pipe I’d ever seen in his mouth, smoldering away as he left a cloud of thick smoke in his wake. It was him. After months of watching porn online, and reading what others wrote about my same fantasies, he was right in front of me—the man who would be instrumental in my long-fantasized self-destruction.

Hi all, I’m a sub bottom with a huge kink around sweaty socks, sneakers, guys in sweatpants, sweaty pits. Not really into bare feet. Love humid socks and gears right after a good workout. Love being forced to sniff socks and pits while being fucked, and feeling the top’s sweat dripping on me. Anyone else into that?

My mom and I lived in the house I grew up in after my parents divorced. The original thought was after I graduated high school I would go off to college, but sometimes life happens and plans get delayed or changed all together. After high school I decided to take a year off of my education and do some local work project to build up some cash reserves. Thinking back now, I am so glad I did. The summer after high school our neighbors, an elderly couple, decided to downsize and sell their home. I recall seeing a moving truck there one day, but was too busy to see the new home owners. A few days later I was doing some yard work outside, mind you it was summer and pretty warm, so I was already sweating and thirsty. I didn't hear anyone approach, but soon I heard someone asking, "excuse me". I looked up to find this very attractive man, probably late fifties, standing beside me with a cold beverage in his hand. "Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. My name is Jake, I just moved in next door and wanted to come introduce myself. I saw you outside working hard and I thought you might need a cold drink". Jake extended the drink out to me. "Thank you" is all I could say as I accepted the cold cup full of iced tea. Jake stuck out his hand, "and you are?". I took the cup away quickly, "sorry. Tim, great to meet you". I grabbed Jake's hand. Jake held my hand a little longer than necessary and I quickly got a sense of his strength and the length of his hand. "Good to meet you Tim. It seems you take great care of your yard, that is admirable", Jake said. I chucked, "I try, but this is my mom's place and when I finally leave home for college she might have to actually hire someone to do what I do for free." "How long until you are off to college?" Jake asked. "Not until next summer. I decided to take a year off and work". "Smart thinking" Jake said. "If you need some more work to do, please let me know. I don't really have time to maintain the yard, house, and pool." "I would love to help out, thank you for asking" I said. Jake said he would pay me, which I tried to talk him out of, but he wasn't having any part of it. "You can of course use the pool whenever you want, added perk", Jake said. "Oh man, you have a deal then" I handed the cup back to Jake and thanked him. "Why don't you come over tomorrow and I can show you around. You can swim if you want to and then maybe get started the day after? How does that sound?" Jake asked "I will see you tomorrow then, and thank you again Jake, looking forward to it. I said as we waved and Jake walked back to his house. The next day, in the late morning, I strolled over to Jake's. I decided to wear my swimsuit to let Jake know I was still interested in swimming. Just my swimsuit and a tshirt. I knocked and waited just a minute. Jake answered the door, swinging it open, "Hi Tim, great to see you". Jake was wearing a tight tank top, and very loose gym shorts. "Please come in" he said while waving me inside. Jake's house was very well decorated, with a lot of plants and sunshine, and very clean I noticed. I liked that and took note to keep it that way if I was ever around by myself. "You have a beautiful home Jake, thank you for inviting me over". I said. "No worries, hopefully you will be here a lot more helping me out, so please get comfortable and make yourself at home. I just finished up some work and was going to head out to check on the pool. wanna join me?". "that would be great". Jake led me through the kitchen to a patio door leading out back and the pool area. It was gorgeous, a bunch of plant life along with a nice medium sized pool. There were lounge chairs all around, great for sunning, I was jealous. I know how I would like to spend my days, here sunning. "There is another door to the patio", Jake pointed, "that leads to my bedroom", he paused for effect. "let me show you the pool equipment and then you can swim all you want. I am going to lay out and get some sun if you don't mind". "no of course not, it is your pool." I laughed. "besides a swim and sun sounds great, perfect weather". "The equipment is over this way." Around a corner, hidden behind a walled in area was the pump, filter, chemicals, and equipment. A very easy setup and system it seemed. "Easy enough. I can come by every other day, if that is ok with you". "sure, that works great. now for that swim. There are towels in that cabinet there and I will be right back", Jake said and walked towards his bedroom door. I got a towel, dropped it on one of the lounge chairs, and took off my shirt. I slowly got in and did a few laps as the water was very refreshing from the warm summer day. I didn't notice that Jake had returned, but when I looked up he was adjusting the lounger next to where I had dropped by shirt and towel. Jake was wearing bikini swim trunks now, which didn't leave much to the imagination. Jake finished adjusting his chair and turned to face the pool. I immediately noticed the outline of his cock, he seemed to be semi hard or very big while soft. My eyes were stuck on the front of his shorts, and I am sure Jake noticed. "how is the water Tim?" I quickly looked up at Jake, "water is great, thank you." Jake sat down on his lounger and started to get comfortable. "Tim, if you need anything please let me know, drinks or anything. I am going to get close my eyes for a bit". He started to spray on some sunscreen, "I fucking hate tan lines so try hard not to get them. I prefer an all over tan to avoid them". I think I knew what Jake meant, he liked to tan completely naked. I got out of the pool and quickly looked around, the backyard and pool were not visible by any of the neighbors, as the walls were a little higher than normal and all of the vegetation. "Do you ever tan naked Jake?" I asked quietly, not sure who could hear. Jake replied, "I love laying out naked, that is what I do when alone or company that thinks the same way. Tan lines are sexy in some situations, but not for me." I hesitated to ask what he meant by "in some situations", but I didn't. Instead I assured Jake that he should do whatever he normally would, about laying out naked. "Are you sure Tim?", Jake asked. "Sure, I don't mind at all" I replied. Jake responded "great" and stood to slowly remove his bikini swim suit. I did nothing but stare, how could I not? When Jake pulled the front down over this cock, I could then see that he was definitely soft at first, because now he seemed to be growing, and growing quick. Jake's cock was beautiful; uncut, veiny, and big balls. Jake stood up right fully now, with his dick swinging a little. "Thank you Tim, that feels much better." Jake sat back down on his chair, leaned back with his eyes closed and adjusted his cock in front of me. "Tim, if you want to lay out naked, it is alright with me", Jake said without looking at me. I started to get out of the pool and head for my lounge chair, quickly so Jake couldn't see that I was aroused. I quickly got my shorts off and laid on my stomach. "I love the heat on my body", Jake said. He looked over at me and said, "Tim you might get burnt on your ass, would you like some sunscreen?" "Yes, thank you. I hadn't thought about that". Jake sat up on his chair and took a tube of sunscreen, squirted some into the palm of his hand, then started rubbing it around my ass, from my lower back down along my inner thighs. He seemed to pay a lot of attention to patting my ass cheeks then sliding his hand through my crack, which was now aching. "I think I have most of it, but maybe just a little more to be sure", Jake said. "ok" is all I could get out. After another squirt into Jake's hand, I felt him applying the lotion again. Now I felt both of his hands on my ass, kneeding my ass cheeks and rubbing in the lotion. I felt him use both of his hands and pull my ass apart then releasing my cheeks. Jake said quietly, "fucking nice. you are definitely taken care of now". He patted my ass and adjusted to lay back down. As I turned to thank Jake I could see his cock was very hard now, his foreskin pulled back tight over the head of what looked like a wet tip. I stared at his big cock but murmured, "thank you". "Anytime, as you noticed, I enjoyed it tremendously". Jake said "um, I can see that". Jake propped himself up on an elbow and asked, "does it bother you that I got excited?" Finally I took my eyes off of his cock and looked at him in the face. "Absolutely not, the opposite really". Maybe that was too much information. Jake just smiled at me for a while and laid back down, "good" is all he said. He didn't soften at all, but rather seemed to get even bigger....or thicker. After a few minutes of silence I started to settle down, I could feel my cock shrink. Jake started chatting again, never opening his eyes, just relaxing while probing me, figuratively. "Tim, I am guessing you know I am gay" I laid my head down, so it faced him. I couldn't seem to stop staring at his cock. "Yes, I kind of figured". Jake continued, "By your reaction to my...situation and the way you reacted to me applying lotion to your ass, I am thinking you might also enjoy those same things. Am I right? Have you experienced things with men?" I had been staring at Jake's cock so had noticed he had turned his head toward me after he asked that question. As I processed my answer I glanced up and noticed him staring at me. "Jake, I don't know how much I should share, but you are somewhat close to right. I have only sucked someone before, but fantasized a LOT". I was rock hard again answering that, thinking back to all of my fantasies that involved me being fucked. "Do you mind if I ask what your favorite fantasy is?" Jake asked. I thought for a moment and decided to turn over, at this point I didn't care if Jake knew I was aroused. As I settled in on my back I started to relive my fantasy. "It isn't anything super sexy or special really, but since I knew I wanted to be with a man I have wanted a man to be inside of me, deep. I have had a toy in me and masturbated often like that, but never gotten to enjoy that for real". I realized I was breathing hard. I wanted so bad to wrap my hand around my cock and masturbate furiously. I kept my eyes closed and asked, "I hope I am not sharing too much". I heard Jake move on his chair next to me so I looked over at him. He was now on his side, cock straining, "absolutely not! I am very intrigued and interested in what you think about and fantasize about." I looked at Jake and asked, "can I ask you some questions about what you like?" "oh yes, please do" Jake answered. Thinking about the pictures and online porn I have seen I asked, "do you like to fuck or be fucked?" Jake didn't hesitate at all, "I like to be the one fucking for sure". I quickly asked, "why?". Jake took off his glasses and started to look past me, as though he was flashing through memories. As he started to answer I saw his hand slide down and hold his big balls in his hand. "For me Tim, I guess is the feeling of a man's ass on my cock, there is nothing like it. I love the slow penetration, watching him enjoy my cock as I slide into him slowly. I enjoy that naked contact of skin on skin, my cock all the way in him, and his pleasure finally taking over him. Simply amazing". Jake was slowly sliding his foreskin over the tip of his cock, back and forth, long slow strokes. His cock was just so nice, big and meaty. "Jake, do all men enjoy you that way? You seem to be pretty big". Jake let go of his gorgeous cock and laughed. "I think there is a compliment in there somewhere, but yes, they all do. It is the way that I fuck I guess. I don't believe in pushing in hard or forcing my dick into someone, no I would rather go in slowly and let him get used to me. Does that make sense Tim?". "Yes it does Jake, very much". I closed my eyes again and muttered, "just as I imagine it". "whew", Jake let out. "I have to go cool off, if you know what I mean and not just because of the heat". I opened my eyes to see Jake stand between our chairs. that big cock just bounced in mid air. Now that his cock was closer, it was truly amazing. Thick, long, and now I could see leaking wet. Jake turned to pick up a towel and bet over in front of me, his balls were huge and low, which I find very sexy. He turned back to me and said, "I hope to continue our conversation in a minute, just need to cool off". While he said cool off, he grabbed his cock again, right in front of me. He turned and I watched him head for the pool. He dropped his towel near the side and jumped in. I laid my head back down and tried to calm down as well. I laid there thinking about Jake's cock and really how his hands felt massaging my ass cheeks, it felt so good and wanted more. No way I could tell him that, of course, way too forward for me, but I could certainly think it. "uh um", Jake cleared his throat. I hadn't heard him get out of the pool, but he was standing next to me, already dried off. "I see you didn't cool off much in that time", he said as he saw I was still very hard from the thoughts and our conversation. I looked up at him, he was now only semi hard, but still...a thing of beauty. "Sorry, carried away in my thoughts", I said. Jake sat down again, facing me. "Continuing our conversation, what were those thoughts you just had, if you are ok to share?". I wasn't quite sure how to share those thoughts, because it is like a rabbit hole to me, but I shared this. "When you were putting lotion on my butt, the way your hands moved, where you touched me at, I loved that and was replaying it in my mind, over and over". "Tim, you have a great ass, I hope you didn't mind me exploring a little". I could see Jake's cock twitch when he said that. "No, I actually loved it". I was now breathing hard. "Well, in that case, I would love to apply more lotion or even better, give you a nice rub down. If you want". Jake said I really didn't know how to response, all I could come up with was "yes please". Jake said, "great!" and stood up. Now I could tell his cock was getting harder. Jake held out his hand for me to help me up. I took his hand and got up from the chair. Jake then turned and led me towards the patio door entry to his bedroom. When I walked through the door the bedroom was dark and it took me a few seconds for my eyes to adjust. Jake's bedroom seems normal enough, not sure if I was expecting some gay dungeon, but it was just a normal room. A big bed, night stands, dressers, TV, etc. Jake turned to me, getting closer until I felt the wet tip of his big cock brush against my thigh. "Let me get a towel for you and then you can lay on the bed". He said. Jake turned, leaving a small wet spot on me where his dick touched me, to get a towel from the bathroom. Jake returned with a towel and what seemed like a larger bottle of oil or lotion, I couldn't tell. He laid the towel out and asked me to please lay down on my stomach. I crawled onto the big bed and laid down as instructed. I then felt Jake get on the bed behind me. I felt him move up so he was straddling my lower legs. I felt some oil being dripped onto my lower back, down over my ass cheeks, and on my upper legs. "Let me know if anything is uncomfortable for you Tim", Jake said softly. I just moaned. Jake's hands started on my lower back, above my butt. He was soft at first, while moving his hands down over my butt cheeks to my upper thighs, using as much of the oil as possible. It felt great and I told him so, "that feels very nice". Soon Jake's hand were at my lower back again but this time applying more pressure and slowly moving them down ass, kneading my ass cheeks with the oil. I was lost in pleasure when Jake softly said, "you have such a beautiful ass Tim". "thank you" is all I could get out. Jake's fingers continued to caress my ass and then lingering in between them, over my ass hole, rubbing the outside of my hole and then moving on again, either to my lower back or down over my balls. I had never experienced that, but it felt so damn good!!! Jake did this a couple more times and then I felt him get up a little and lean in toward my ear. As he did this his hands were on either side of me, I noticed because at the same time I felt something else, hot and hard, laying on my ass crack. 'HIS big cock'. "It seems as though you really enjoyed that last bit Tim. I hope you it all. I am going to work your upper back a little now". I just moaned softly. Jake leaned back but his big cock staying in my ass crack. I felt some oil being poured on my shoulders, and ten some drops dripping on my ass crack, must be falling on his big dick too. As Jack started in on my shoulders his cock slid up and down my crack, his thickness spreading my cheeks apart. I started to feel things I had never felt before and only wanted more. I am was not sure why, but I started pushing back slightly on his cock, not really sure if he was noticing. When I was sure he didn't notice me push back on his cock, one hand left my shoulders and held my ass cheek, pulled it apart to let his cock head actually touch my hole. electricity surged through me. Then I felt a small pat on my ass and his hand returned to my shoulder. "I like that boy. It seems like your ass is aching". "mmmmmmmm. yes sir, it is aching". I managed to get out. Jake's hands started moving down my body again, over my back muscles to right above my ass cheeks. I could feel his cock between my cheeks, still hard and I was still pushing back on him slightly and I knew he was enjoying that. Soon Jake's hands were kneading each of my cheeks, his thumb would move under his big cock and brush my hole, first one once in a while then with every passing of his hand. Before long his thumb would get stuck on my ass hole, each time it would get stuck it would poke in a little or pull my hole open. I was feeling very very exposed to him and I really enjoyed it. "Fuck Tim, your ass looks so good and is so eager for something in it. Damn you really have me going." Jake said..panting hard. "Tim, I do have to apologize, I have made a bit of a mess....this whole time I have been leaking precum all over your ass." Jake reached over and took my hand, guiding it behind me to feel his precum all over my ass and crack. I was amazing I hadn't felt all of it already. I was very wet back there. He then guided my hand to his swollen, and very wet, cock. "ummmm...I told you, I am leaking like crazy." Jake said. "That's it, hold my big cock in your hand, milk some more out of me". I was definitely milking Jake's big cock. I had never felt one that big and only fantasized about it to this extreme. I wanted something inside of me, needed something inside of me, needed Jake's cock inside of me, BAD! I held Jake's cock in my hand and turned to ask him 'the' question. "Jake, will you fuck me?". Jake leaned down close to my face and said, "yes Tim, I would love to". Jake then kissed me fully, his tongue in my mouth, not sure I would have liked that, but I found it so sexy and sensual. I wanted more. Jake raised up and I started to spread my ass cheeks for him, but instead of his big cock, I felt his thumb slowly enter me. "Tim, I think I should fuck you with you on your back to start with." I looked at him with a puzzled look, I didn't understand. Jake continued, "Since it is your first time, and my cock is a little big, I can take my time and see the reaction on your face and now how fast to go. Plus the angle of my cock entering you will be easier this way. I know you want a cock in you from behind, and trust me I want to fuck you from behind, but let's start with this position." I felt Jake pull his thumb out of my ass, I felt so empty and wanting more. "Turn over Tim", Jake said while helping me turn over so I was on my back. Jake's fingers went right back to my ass, playing with me and then stroking his amazingly hard cock that was bouncing right in front of me. "Tim, I am going to lube you up to help me sliding into you". Jake grabbed a bottle of lube from nightstand drawer. I felt him drizzle some on my hole and then watched him lube up that big cock. It was so impressive to see. My own cock was twitching just watching him. Jake then took my legs and put them over his shoulders. while holding his cock with one hand, Jake asked, "are you ready Tim?". I nodded my reply, it was all I could do. Jake rubbed his wet cock head around my hole. "Tim, I want in your ass so fucking back, I am leaking everywhere. I hope that is ok". "Yes Jake, I love that feeling". "Tim, I want in you so bad, but I also need you to know something". "ok" "Tim I am hiv positive. Do you know what that means?", Jake asked. I felt the pressure of his cock at my ass now, slightly pushing. "Yes", I said letting the conversation drop. "Tim, I am on medication, and truly undetectable, but I wanted you to know before I push into you. I have been leaking in your hole for a few minutes now, but at this point it is your decision.". Jake stopped pushing. He looked into my eyes and I knew I wanted him in me so fucking bad. "Jake, please fuck me". Jake smiled and started to push in again. "Tim, you should push out a little, like you are taking a shit, but don't push that hard. It will help you accepting my cock.". I started pushing out a little, and at the same time Jake started pushing in. I felt a lot of resistance by my ass, not wanting that big thing in me, but our will power overwhelmed us both. In an instant it was like a 'pop' and I felt his cock head expand my ass open wider than I had ever felt before. It was painful, but at the same I just wanted more! Jake paused, "thank you baby, fuck that feels so good. I am going to start pushing some more". Now Jake had his hands on my hips and alternated looking into my eyes and looking down to see his cock disappear. "Good boy Tim, you have taken half of my cock already. here comes the rest". Taking the rest of Jake's big cock was more of the stretching and dull pain that there at been, but I could tell the pleasure was also increasing. I looked down at Jake's waist, which was so sexy but it is now I noticed my cock was only semi hard, but oozing a continual stream of precum. I had never done that before! I knew right then I needed more, much more! Finally Jake's hips were touching the back of my legs. "There baby boy, I am all the way in you, fuck it feels good". Jake said. Jake took one leg in each hand and started to slowly slide in and out of my ass. Jake's face and an intense look of passion and lust. "Your ass is so tight Tim, you are milking my cock" Jake said while watching his cock slide in and out of me! Jake pulled his cock all the way out of me and I was left open and panting, wanting more. I felt so empty! Immediately he pushed all the way in me, up to his balls. I moaned out loud...no it was more of a very loud whimper. "yes baby, take my big cock", Jake said. "You love it don't you boy?" I moaned a loud, "YES"! I was in pure ecstasy . I had never felt anything like it, the true fucking of a true man. My eyes rolled back into my head I felt so full with Jake in me, full of that massive cock. I looked at Jake again, his eyes were open and staring at me as he slid in and out. Jake pushed all the way in me and bent down between my legs so his face was just above mine. He then kissed me deeply and I returned his intensity and wrapped my legs around his back. Jake broke the kiss and looked me in the eyes, "baby, I need to cum so bad. I will tell you and then pull out and shoot my cum on your stomach and cock". He paused, looking at me. It look me few seconds to think, and I asked him, "is that the best way for you to cum Jake?" "No boy, I would love to fuck you fast and deep and then cum deep in you, but only if you wanted that too." Jake said. Again, I paused and thought, then looked into Jake's eyes, "I want you to cum in me sir, please". Still looking into my eyes,Jake began to smile and I almost thought I felt his cock swell a little more. "That makes me so happy Tim, good boy." Jake rose to kneel again between my legs, taking each leg in a hand. His look was of pure desire now, and that turned me on even more. Jake removed his hand from one leg and wrapped it around my hard cock. "That's it boy, we are going to cum together". He started picked up the pace of his cock sliding in and out of me. Each thrust back in me I felt his cock head touch an area I didn't know existed and heard the slapping sounds from his waist hitting my ass. "fuck yes boy. you want my cum, don't you?". Jack said while breathing hard. "yes daddy, please! I want you to cum in me". The pressure of Jake's big cock sliding in and out of me, hitting every pleasure spot, and his hand on my hard cock was all I could take. "Jake I am cumming, I am cumming" and shot my load all over his hand as he jerked my cock up and down. "fuck Tim, I am cumming, take my load boy". Jake pushed in deep and I felt his cock grow and then felt the pressure of a stream of liquid in that deep place in my tummy. Jake was shooting his hot cum into me...four...five...I felt the streams in me. Jake was cumming so much. Jake stayed buried in me....hand still on my cock. I noticed Jake was shaking a little as every drop of man cum left his body. Slowly, he stopped shaking and then his eyes opened and a big smile crossed his face. "oh fuck Tim, I am still dripping in you! That was so fucking hot. Your ass feels so good on my cock. Did you enjoy it too baby?" Jake asked I smiled wider than I had in a long time. "yes daddy, it was better than anything I could imagine". Jake slowly pulled his softening cock from in me and collapsed on top of me, head on my shoulder. He was breathing harder than me and I just wrapped my arms around him. I whispered to him, "I would love that again sometime". Jake raised his head from my shoulder and looked at me. "Tim, anytime you want me inside of you please let me know. I loved fucking you. Honestly Tim, I want to breed you so much". I closed my eyes and smiled, and then I felt his cum load making its way through my insides. I smiled even wider.

Author's Note: While I usually write my own stories, sometimes I get turned on my someone else's and decide to insert myself as a main character. Then I revise the story. This one is based on the last part of a terrific story I read here, "Pozzed on Stage." I hope the author will appreciate that he inspired me to borrow and adapt his work. Theatre Debut It all started harmlessly enough. My wife Beth and a few of her girlfriends decided to attend a live gay sex show downtown to celebrate her 35th birthday. I thought it was an odd choice but didn’t object. Then things became uncomfortable. One of them learned they could only be admitted if they were with a man (presumably gay), so they decided to invite me. The friend, a cute blonde named Peggy, said, “Beth, you always told us you thought Andy might be gay. He’ll be perfect.” They all giggled as I blushed beet red. When we arrived, the director stood at the door. As soon as he spotted me, he said, “Hey, wanna be in the show tonight? You’re really cute. Besides, it’s all simulated sex.” That set Peggy off. “Oh, go ahead, Andy. You’ll fit right in.” The others joined her in encouraging me, even Beth, though she had a funny expression on her face. I wondered whether she had planned this in advance. The next thing I knew the director led me, Beth, and Peggy into the dressing room while their other friends found front-row center seats. There were a half-dozen other men there, all shedding their clothes and donning leather gear and thongs, strapping on cock rings, and oiling their bodies. They were all gorgeous and well-built. I began to strip, too. The director handed me a studded leather cock ring, a black leather dog collar with a silver buckle, and a black jock strap. I found myself getting turned on and felt my cock stiffening. Peggy noticed and teased me. “Andy, look how excited you are. I guess you’re really in your element, aren’t you?” I didn’t say anything but my mouth was dry. What was happening to me? I had always thought of myself as straight. Beth decided to pile on. “You know, honey, Peggy is right. These guys are all hunks. You’re so much skinnier and smaller. I think we should make you look more like a fag.” With that, she removed her wristwatch, which I had given her. It had a thin leather band and a small round face and was very feminine. “Put this on.” I obeyed. I noticed the other men were watching me. Then she slipped off her diamond solitaire engagement ring and slid it onto my ring finger. As I looked at myself in the mirror, I felt a tingle run up my spine. I really looked like a sissy, especially with the jewelry, and it felt so erotic that I was surprised. “Oh, that’s hot, man,” said a one of the guys, a handsome, hairy bear, wearing a leather harness, black jock strap, and black work boots. “I want you to perform with me tonight.” The director nodded his approval. “Center stage, boys.” Beth said, “Perfect! You’ll be right in front of us. I can’t wait for the show. See you soon.” She gave me a chaste peck on my cheek and left with Peggy to take their seats. The director gathered us around for final directions. My bear put his arm around my shoulder and I held his waist. He smiled at me and I felt a strong arousal, which surprised me. The director spoke to us. “The play starts with the two of you being attracted to each other and going right into bareback sex with the bear breeding his bottom. That’s you, Andy. And lose those jockstraps now. The show will be far more powerful if the audience doesn’t have to use their imaginations to get rid of the clothing. They need to see your cocks.” “But what if we get hard out there?” I protested. “You better fuckin’ get hard,” the director answered. “We want this to look believable.” The bear looked at me, slipped out of his jock, and smiled. “The show must go on.” I did the same. Squeezed by the leather ring, my cock was already rock hard. Just moments later the curtain opened and the other male couples went on stage to loud applause. My bear and I separated to enter from opposite sides when we were called. After a few moments, the director announced, “And now let’s welcome tonight’s audience volunteer performer, Andy!” I heard clapping and obscene calls. It made me feel like a pure sex object, which was a real turn-on. There were already a half dozen other men on stage fondling, sucking, and fucking each other. I was too fixed on my co-lead’s huge erection standing at attention and pointing right at me to notice if the others were simulating the sex or really doing it. My eyes met the bear’s from across the stage. We moved toward each other as if there were powerful magnets pulling us together. From the corner of my eye, I saw Beth, Peggy, and their friends seated front and center, applauding like the others. When we met at center stage, the bear turned his hairy butt to the audience while I dropped to my knees in front of him, screened by his bulk from the audience’s view. I held his thick, stiff cock and looked up into his eyes. It was the first time I had ever held another man’s dick. Something came over me at that instant. Rather than just pretending to give him a blow job, I began to lick the head of his rod. I really liked it, which surprised me. Then I took his powerful erection deep into my throat, gagging immediately. He muttered, “Game on,” grabbed my head, and started a relentless face fuck. By now the audience had caught on and they were cheering. The bear shifted his feet to half turn so the audience got a side-on view of my oral ministrations. They roared encouragement, especially Peggy and my wife’s friends. I didn’t hear Beth’s voice, but out of the corner of my eye I could see her staring intently at me. I heard Peggy say loudly, “See, see, I told you he was gay!” My next move was to stand and passionately kiss the bear co-lead. I noticed Beth’s pretty watch, which looked so perfect on my slender wrist. The stage lights caught her diamond ring, sparkling on my delicate finger. I felt so feminine and sexy! In that instant I realized there were only gay men on that stage. Whistles and cheers; the audience was wild with animalistic passion. The bear broke our kiss but held me in his embrace. He licked and bit my neck. My eyes locked with Beth’s. Her gaze was ice cold. I could only imagine what she was thinking. The bear leaned into my ear and whispered so only I could hear him. “You started this. Now we’re going to have to finish this with the same realism.” His words reverberated down my spine to the tip of my toes and made my exposed hard cock twitch. I knew what he meant. Suddenly, he pushed me down onto an ottoman, on my back, with my legs apart in the air and my hairy ass exposed. He moved me and the ottoman sideways to give the audience a better view. His face soon met my hole and he gave me my first rim job. I moaned loudly with pleasure as his tongue probed my hole. The audience was whistling and cheering. I loved doing this in front of a crowd – my inner exhibitionist had taken over. Except for one irksome detail. My brain was screaming “condom.” I asked him in a stage whisper loud enough for only him to hear over the crowd, “Do you have a condom?” “I'm stark naked here, man. Of course I don’t have a condom.” “Then turn me back so we can fake it to get through this scene.” He snarled, “No fuckin’ way, man,” spit on his hand, and lubed my hole. Then he spit again and lubed his massive cock. With his raw nob at my vulnerable hole, again in a stage whisper, he asked, “So are you going to stop this show, or must the show go on?” His eyes melted from angry to an irresistible, warm lust. I knew deep inside that I had to please my top. “Let’s do it,” I gasped. “The show must go on. Fuckin’ breed my ass.” Slowly but steadily his massive cock started to penetrate my ass. At first the pain was intense and I felt a burning sensation. Then suddenly my ass opened on its own and seemed to swallow his dick willingly. I gasped loudly as the audience applauded. I felt an incredible warmth and fullness that radiated throughout my body. The crowd seemed ready to riot, they were making so much noise, standing and cheering. I turned my head and saw Beth, Peggy, and their other girlfriends joining in the uproar. I gripped my bear’s thick forearms and noticed again my pretty jewelry. I was now totally into our performance. I said loudly, “Damn right, you know what I need, fuck me raw.” “Only way I play.” “Yeah, daddy bear, fill my ass with your big, bare cock!” “Oh, yeah, you like my risky, daddy-bear pistol up your ass, don’t you slut?” The word “risky” didn’t register on me. “Love your cock, daddy, need your cum.” “You want daddy to breed you?” “Fuck, yeah, breed my ass, daddy. Seed me!” “Are you positive?” he said loudly, so the entire audience could hear. “Yes, I’m positive, breed me now.” “So you are positive, that’s HIV-positive?” Suddenly the room became quiet as the crowd focused on what my bear and I were saying. The other male couples on stage stopped and moved toward us to watch. “What? Fuck no, I’m not poz … wait ….what … are you?” “A bit late now with my toxic dick and precum already deep inside you.” I wasn’t in a play anymore, but in real life and overcome with fear. The audience was silent now. You could have heard a pin drop. “Fuck, no, then you better pull out!” I yelled. “Pull out now!” Then Beth said in a cold voice that everyone could hear. “Don’t pull out. That’s my husband. Poz the little faggot.” The entire audience cheered and started chanting, “Poz him! Poz him! Poz him!” My bear looked at Beth and smiled. Then he leaned in and gave me the most passionate deep tongue kiss I had ever experienced. I melted and forgot what we had just been talking about, forgot that we were in front of an audience. It was just two men about to experience the ultimate intimacy. The chanting grew louder, into a roar that filled my ears. “POZ HIM! POZ HIM! POZ HIM!” I moaned deeply and my hands instinctively grabbed my top’s big hairy ass and pulled his cock in even deeper. For a moment I thought of my wife and realized she could see her dainty watch and pretty engagement ring. She knew our marriage was over and so did I. My top’s voice reverberated through me again like a spartan sword claiming, demanding me to give over my life, my all. “I’m very close. Where am I going to cum?” “In me. Breed me! I need all your beautiful cum!” I shouted so everyone in the theatre could hear. The bear bellowed and roared as his entire body tensed. I felt him buck and release as I held him deep inside my ass, my eyes locked on Beth’s. Inside me I felt a warm wetness. I never wanted it to end.

If I was your dad I'd be dreaming of yours too!

On the basis of the old mantra “Don’t go ugly early” , I normally get lucky late at night

I am all about eating ass. I LOVE to have a hole squat over me and gently land on my tongue, as I push to get as far in as possible they push back and its that hot moment when my tongue gets past the 2nd ring inside and I can taste that wonderful bite of bitterness, a bit like copper. I can eat ass all day and night!

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All I care about is getting as much raw cock and as many loads in my arse as possible. Most of my sex sessions are at the sauna, where I'll normally be backing onto glory holes and bending over in the darkroom. If I'm in a cubicle, I'll be on all fours, with my head down. If the guy has a good hard cock and fucks bareback, I'm happy.

Positive off meds

I'm with you on this one ... I'm not fucking a model in some magazine, or some guy on a videotape ... I'm fucking a guy that loves raw Cock rutting/Breeding his Hole - and that's all that matters. I see faces/bodies cruising around in the fuckjoints, but when it cums right down to it, I don't know or care in the darkrooms, with one caveat: I'm not swinging a porn-cock, and if the cheeks are so fat I can't even get to the Hole, welllllll ....

The Year was coming to an end. Mike was exhausted. The Hollywood premiere of Jeff’s movie had been exciting. The after party was a blast though Jeff grumped, Newly 20 he still could not drink. Mike stayed sober as well he had had a problem with alcohol in his early 20s and had quit cold turkey the morning after he had woken up on the couch of a friend who had “rescued” him from a woman who had been buying him drinks all night in an effort to get in his pants. The “friend” had ridden Mike’s cock though Mike had no memory of it but at least there was no chance of a baby. The one who had been drunk was that actor. Alex was his name. he had played one of the human heroes in that three film fantasy epic about rings and short people back in the day and still looked hot in his late 40s. His room was in the same hotel and theirs on the same floor so they had helped him. In the elevator in the elevator he had admitted to a crush on “Billy” and said if he was not straight he would so fuck him, then tried to kiss him but passed out. They got him into his own room passed out face down on the bed. It was so tempting but they were wiped out as well so they went to their own room and fell into bed. The following Jeff had woken up in his favorite way with Mike easing his cock into him. Things were progressing nicely when a knock on their door stopped them. Mike threw on a robe that didn’t do much to hide his erection and Jeff pulled a sheet up just to cover his ass. Mike yanked the door open with a surly “What?” Their friend from last night stood there looking much worse for the ware, a carafe of coffee and a news paper in hand. “I wanted to thank you guys for your help and I thought Billy might like to see the reviews” he said holding both up “Reviews!” Came from the bedroom door and a very excited very naked Jeff burst into the foyer yanking him in pouring coffee for all three in the sitting area then snatching the paper and plopping still naked into a chair. “Billy Clau’s debut role as the bullied boy turned world saving superhero was both refreshing and believable” he read out loud after scanning for a second then he continued reading making happy noises. During this ALex had been staring at Mikes not so concealed cock. Seeing this Mike had fully opened the robe and when Alex had looked up at him Mike had snapped his fingers pointing at the ground at his feet. Without a word Alex sank to his knees and began sucking with practiced ease. Looking upJeff stood and guided Alex’s hungry mouth to his own cock. They took him to the bedroom simply yanking his pants off made him kneel on the floor his top half on the bed and his ass in the air. Jeff mounted him roughly pushing in as Mke sat on the bed legs spread and Alex licking his oversized balls . There were no questions about status or condoms once again “I wanted to do this last night” Jeff said thrusting and slapping that ass “I was hoping you would” Alex said and Jeff slapped his ass harder Jeff finished inside the actor when no mention of pulling out was made then Mike took his place giving Alex the fuck of his life and also breeding him with his poz cum no questions asked Later that afternoon they flew home arriving at The Compound about 6 pm to find a familiar car parked out front Hank waited inside and they walked up to him holding hands Hank smiled then with no shame at all knelt on the floor put his arms around their hips pulling them both into a hug and said “I’m home and I missed you”

Chapter 13 I woke up being sprayed with cold water. Someone hose me down thoroughly but with cold water. I'm wearing a mask with a mouth cutout bc I could feel the water on my tongue. I stuck my tongue out bc I'm so thirsty and the water felt so nice going down my throat. I'm still pretty out of it, but the next thing I know, I was brought to a room and had my arms and legs bound tightly again. My mask was removed, but before I could adjust to the bright light, I had a mask put on my head. Or so I thought. It was actually a VR headset bc my mouth and nose aren't covered. I was shown a video In the middle of a warehouse room was me. Strapped to a fuck bench. I was awake, but somehow I have no memory of it. The fuck bench was on a spinning platform so guys all around me could spin me around like a dessert served on a lazy Susan and take their turn on me. Everyone else had a hood one and all different body types. I sounded like I was under a spell or something. Whenever I'm stopped after being spun around, I always said “please fuck my hole and breed me Daddy”. There were always exactly two guys using me at once. One ruthlessly fuck my face. I had a mouth gag with a hollow opening, so even when I was gagged, the dude who fucked my mouth just kept going. The other guy mercilessly pounds my hole. Some have a biohazard tattoo around their belly button. The pair are done after one cum in my mouth and the other in my hole then I was spun around for the next two to use me. After 12 consecutive rounds. I looked exhausted and wasn’t moving. A butt plug was pushed into my ass, and I was left on the table alone. It looked like I passed out, or maybe that's all I could really do at the time being tied up. The film was edited, so I have no idea how long I was left on the bench. The next scene was me surrounded by four hooded muscle daddies. The one playing with my hole showed the camera a big piece of crystal before he crushed it up the inserted it all in my hole in 3 batches. 1 batch, just lube and finger. 2nd batch was just straight up all over his finger, but he must be teasing my prostate bc I had a huge reaction but was ordered not to stop stroking the dicks in my hands and not to stop sucking the dick in my mouth. So I moaned loudly while continuing to do those things as best I could. The 3rd batch was inserted with a decent-sized dildo. It was powdered and pressed against my hole at first while one of the daddies put a Long rubber hose up my nose. I could see that I took several deep breaths, and each time, more of the dildo made its way into me. They left it in me for some time, occasionally hitting the base of it. Finally, one of them pulled it out and shoved his even bigger dick all the way in and pounded me hard. My legs were held back by another daddy, so I was defenseless. Based on my facial expression…I couldn't tell if it was pain or pleasure that I felt. The four of them took turns on me; each fucked me multiple times until all 4 ordered me to open my mouth and all cum in my mouth together. The video was shut off. The vr mask was taken off of me, and super bright light was shone in my eyes so I couldn't see anything before another mask was placed over my head. Then I felt someone touching my balls was putting them on a ball stretcher because I can feel that now. “Hello?? Who are you?? Where am I?” no one answered. “Heeeeeeyy. Can you hear me?” I shouted again, no one answered, but i could feel a pair of hands rubbing something cold all over my arms and then chest. The hands lingered around my nipples. My nipples, without a doubt, are hard bc I could feel someone flicking them, pinching them. It’s as if they were examining my body. The pair of hands rub up and down my legs, then start applying pressure to my inner things and work their way up to me slowly. I felt both hands rubbing my stretched balls then all the sudden, I felt my balls being pulled downward by a constant force. It doesn’t hurt…yet, but the weight was not ignorable. I felt a finger sliding into my hole, most definitely with Tina because I remember that burn all too well. “Ohhhh my god,” I was given a strong one. My hole felt like it was on fire, and I could smell poppers being pumped into my mask. My mind is gradually slipping away. The darkness closed in on me. Those fingers sliding in and out of me became my source of pleasure, but the effect of the shard in my ass kicked in quickly. Within minutes, I don’t even know if I’m being fingered bc my ass craves for something bigger. Something that’ll make me feel full, but that never happened. Instead, I could feel a pair of lips on my dick. It felt amazing. I honestly felt like I could cum, but as soon as that thought crossed my mind, the blowjob is replaced by a painful slap. Then I could feel someone alternating, licking my nipples. Just when I just started to enjoy it, I felt two nipple clamps put on my nipples. The person would go back to the blowjob routine, then my nipples back and forth, kept me on the edge of ecstasy but never really satisfied. This went on for what felt like forever. I lost track of how many times I've been on the edge of cumming and had it taken away from me. Every time I kept hoping this time I'll be allowed to cum, but nope. Then, things started heading in a direction I didn't expect. I felt a shockwave coming through the nipple clamps. Not only that, the stuff rubbed all over me earlier was a conduit. I can feel the shock wave all throughout my body. The first time, it wasn't too bad, but the shock duration started to increase. The longest felt like a whole minute. After three times, I'm soaked in sweat. I hated the feeling, but my dick told a different story. It was rock hard after I was shocked, but not for long. My masked was filled with stronger poppers and smoke then i felt a ring or something was put on my dick. Then, I was shocked once more. “AHHHHHHHHHH!” I legitimately screamed from the pain for the whole 20-second or so duration. I was put on a schedule because, after a certain duration, I was shocked again. I screamed out loud every time, but my voice was mostly contained within the mask. It didn't travel far. It couldn't. I was left with that for a long time. Shocked at least 20+ times. When it finally stopped, I nearly lost my voice. My face was covered in tears. I was slowly unbound from all the restraints and the shock wires. Whoever did this to me started stroking my cock, and somehow I got hard right away. But I was completely out of it. Finally, the mask was taken off me, and I was untied, but then I heard a loud snap I felt like I was trapped in my own mind. I couldn't see what was going on yet I was aware of what my body was doing. I heard a familiar voice that told me, “Come suck Daddy's cock before I let you go bc your actual daddy is on his way to trade places with you. I've been waiting for this day for a long time. You did well. Let me reward you with my cum before you go.” Like a hypnotized obedient boy, I climbed on top of the person in a 69 position so he could eat my ass. I was deep-throating him. I could not tell my own body to stop. The top put 4 fingers into me, then decided to show me mercy and order me to raise up my ass to him in a missionary position. His dick plunged into my hole, which gave no resistance. It's like I'm finally given a cure for the itch in my ass. The hard cock thrust into me was a great blessing. I started moaning. I was really enjoying it. The top started pounding hard and tensing up and started kissing me until I felt his seed spread all in my hole. I cum with his hands-free. I felt like a servant who finally, after all the hard work, got rewarded by my master I was so happy. Without thinking, I said “Thank you daddy”. The man said, “I think we installed the trigger in you well. You are just one snap away from being an obedient fuck boy. It took over a day to brainwash you but well worth it. I’ll see you around, boy” Then, I was ordered to be taken away by two men. As I was taken away, I heard the door open. It was Dad wearing nothing but a jock. His muscular body looked amazing. I haven't seen him naked like that ever. He didn't once look at me, and I was too out of it to make out any words. I was worried. Does he know what I've been through? And he's going to take my place? Does he know he's the real target? I was already escorted out of the room before I could mumble a word of my mouth. The next thing I knew I saw Uncle Jerry give me a hug and tell me to go home with the boys (Keith, Marc, and Henrique) and tell me not to worry. He and Dad will meet up with me soon. The men who carried me out now walking on either side of Uncle Jerry who had his arms cuffed behind him and being escorted in the building. Back in the room. “Henry Winston. Here to save your son, I see. What a great father you are,” Zachariah said “I’ve been after you for a long time. When I saw Ben at Jerry’s, I thought I could lure you out to me through him. Just as I expected….here you are. Come on over and get on all fours right here. Let me take a good look at your body” Zachariah had on a thin rope sitting on the edge of the bed. His dick and balls can be seen when Henry got on his hands and knees. Zachariah caught that and said, “don’t worry. You will get plenty of my dick and balls before you leave here. Let me take a look at this famous body of yours,” Zachariah said. Henry looked at him with anger but didn’t say a word. Zachariah ran his hand through Henry’s chest and abs, feeling his defined muscle, and cupped Henry’s limp dick and said “If you are anything like your son, it won’t be hard to get this hard whether you like it or not, but before you get hard, what do you say we put this on now” Zachariah put a cock cage around Henry’s dick. Then he saw Henry’s hole “oh man……what a hole” He wetted his index and middle fingers with his mouth and attempted to finger Henry, but they wouldn’t go in easily. “Wow…and it is tight. I wonder if you will scream louder than Ben did earlier when I break into this tight hole.” Then Zachariah got down to rim Henry’s hole. Henry, despite hating every second of being in the room with Zachariah, couldn’t help but enjoy the sensation coming from his ass. He started breathing heavily and moaned in a low voice. “Oh yeah…. Daddy likes this, don’t you? Like I said, it doesn’t take you Winston much to get hard,” Zachariah stroking Henry’s cock while applying lube onto his own dick just so he could surprise Henry with one unexpected hard thrust all the way into his hole. It did catch Henry off guard, but luckily Henry saw a poppers on the bed and was sniffing it right before Zachariah rammed his dick in. Henry held everything in, and refused to let out a sound to satisfy Zachariah until Zachariah started twirling his dick in a circular motion in his hole and reaching for his nipples and pinching them. Zachariah whispered into Henry’s ear, “Come on…..moan and let me hear you enjoy this.” “Ohhhhh” Henry couldn’t hold it back anymore and let out a light moan but Zachariah’s phone got a text and interrupted them. Zach looked at his phone, then pulled his dick out of Henry’s ass and rimmed his ass once more before walking to the front of Henry and sat back down on the edge of the bed and said “Sounds like I get to play with all the Winston boys tonight. Come suck my dick Henry” Henry moved forward to suck on Zachariah’s dick. Jerry got escorted in just a jock as well by the two officers. Zachariah said, “Dylan and Josh. Why don’t you guys get undressed too and have a taste of these two famous brothers? Use whichever one you like better. Teach them to get to know your dick without even looking at them” Dylan and Josh both are a muscle stud. Dylan has pale skin, red hair, 6’2 and weight about 190lbs. Tone and with a boyish face. Josh has dark hair, 6’2, weight about 200lbs Italian heritage with a pair of nipples that are always hard. Both of them have short buzz-cut hair. The two officers locked the deadbolt of the door, threw Jerry forward and stripped away their uniform unrevealing two 9.5in hard cock pointing straight up, pressed against their belly button. “Bring Jerry up here and let’s cuff him to the bed frame” Dylan grabbed Jerry with him while Josh walked on the opposite side of the bed ready to assist Dylan. Two of them cuffed the handcutt to the bed first while Zachariah was enjoying the sight of Henry submitting and sucking his dick. Then, unexpectedly, Zachariah was pulled backward by Dylan and Josh and forcefully cuffed into the handcuffs. “Hey….what are you guys doing?” Zachariah started to panic, but Jerry took off his jock and shoved it into Zachariah’s mouth Henry stood up and said “Oh Zach. Everything was just going perfectly, wasn’t it? First off….thank you for installing a hypnotic trigger in Ben. I’ve heard that you are one of the best at doing that and I have my reasons that I want Ben to be 100% obedient. I can’t wait to try it out when I get home. Second of all. Dylan and Josh are not your men. From what I’ve heard, they loved my boy Henrique’s tight hole and have made my top boy into a cock craving bottom. Not only they are two well-trained holes for Jerry and I on the DL. After tonight, they can have any of my boys at their service whenever they need one and no longer need to follow our orders unless they choose to willingly.” Henry looked at Dylan and Josh and waited for them to respond. Both of them said “Our ass is yours forever sir. It’d be our pleasure to let you breed us”. Henry smiled and said to Zachariah “So I guess I outbid you” Zachariah looks at everyone around him with panic and anger in his eyes. Henry sat down on a loveseat and said “Let me take some time to catch up on what you’ve done with my son” Dylan walked over to Henry to unlock Henry’s cock cage and threw it to Josh to put it on Zachariah. Dylan then got on all fours, making sure his back was flat and no higher than the chair so Henry could rest his legs on him comfortably. He raised up his head right between Henry’s legs and asked “May I, sir?” “Yes, you certainly may, boy,” Henry said then Dylan started servicing Henry’s dick and balls with his mouth. He first slow lick Henry’s balls and thighs then put Henry's head in his mouth and rubbing his tongue on it. Once Henry is hard, he licked every part of the shaft up and down before swallowing Henry's head again while lightly play with Henry's balls. Jerry handed Henry a bubble with a big shard to share with Dylan. Henry put on the VR headset to learn how Zachariah trained his son and all the triggers he could use when he got home. Before Henry put on the headset, he said, “Jerry and Josh. Prep that hole well for Dylan and I” “Yes, sir,” Jerry and Josh responded. “Let’s get him clean up. Here. Put this gag in his mouth” Jerry handed Josh the hallow mouth gag “Let’s take his fights away” Jerry poured two doses of g mixed with a little Gatorade and ordered Josh to shove his dick in Zachariah’s mouth to keep his throat open, then slowly dripped the gatorade into Zach's throat and made sure every drop was swallowed Jerry applied hair remover all over Zach's body, butt crack, thighs, and legs then 3-4 min later carried him into the bathroom and returned with a clean Zachariah that could barely stand up on his own. Jerry had already shoved a butt plug into Zach's butt “We can keep his hands cuffed. Might as well cuff his ankle up with his wrist, too I .got something for him.” Zachariah is spun and could barely tell which direction he was facing. Jerry turned on a massage gun and pressed it up against Zach's butt plug and got Zach moaning loudly and his head thrown back. The muscle of his virgin hole contrasting rapidly “Relax that hole Zach. Oh, and don't forget to smile for the camera. Some of the high-ranked officers have paid big dollars for your show tonight.” “Sir. This is ready.” Josh showed a highly concentrated booty bump to Jerry “Let's not keep officer Zach waiting” Jerry said pull the plug out of Zach's ass. Got down and gave his hole a good lick “look at that hole. Still pink. We'll make sure to take the pink away by the time we're done with you. Josh got on the bed hovering over Zach's face and start fucking Zach’s throat. Zach was gagged every time Josh thrust forward. Jerry stick the syringe in Zach's ass and slowly push the toxic juice in him. When he looked up, he couldn't resist Josh's hole winking at him. He leaned forward and bit Josh’s butt cheek light. Josh stop thrusting, open up his hole for Jerry, allowing Jerry's tongue penetrate his hole as deep as he could while his dick was still in Zach's mouth. Jerry finished pushing the booty bump in but intentionally left the syringe in there, climbing up on the bed, pulling Josh by his pelvis toward him “Oohhh sir. Oohhh. Yes,” Josh loved getting rimmed. It made him so horny that his precum leaking into Zach's throat meanwhile Zach started moaning on his own bc he's not familiar with this undeniable urge coming from his ass. But his dick couldn't get hard bc of the cage. Jerry got up and attached the electric circular ring on Zach's cock that he used on Ben earlier and turned it on. Zach started screaming. Jerry thought he was waay too loud and ordered Josh to put the hazmat mask over his head then Josh turned around laying on Zach's chest, presenting his hole to Jerry. Jerry lube up his dick and then slap lube on Josh's hole with his index and middle finger. Josh reaches down to spread his cheeks open for Jerry even more. Jerry started stroking Josh's dick nice and slow with his left hand while sliding two fingers in and out of Josh's hole making sure that it'll stay nice and wet when he push his dick in him then Jerry said ‘Good boy. Here's what you've earned”. Jerry pressed his mushroom head on Josh's hole and watching Josh's hole open up willingly and sucking his dick in. Warm and soft wet hole made him lean forward to make out with Josh. He started fucking Josh on top of Zachariah who screams for a minute straight every other minute. Jerry and Josh were so focused on each other. They didn't even hear Zach anymore. Although not quite a virgin, Josh still isn't quite used to the reach of Jerry's dick. It touches places in him that no one else could. He couldn't help to stop making out with Jerry a few times and let out high pitch moans. Jerry suddenly switching to fucking Josh as fast as he could caught Josh by surprise and a load shotted up almost touching the ceiling. “Fuck….I didn't mean to cum” Josh said “That was hot. Do you need a break? If not, time to stretch his hole,” Jerry pointed at Zach. Zach's screaming isnt as loud but his body still visibly tensed up when shocked. He is covered in sweat. Josh needed to take a minute “Why don't you go switch with Dylan” Jerry said so Josh assumed Dylan's position in between Henry's legs, making sure his dick is well taken care of. He has been watching what Zach did to Ben. Josh isn't sure if Dylan's blowjob has been keeping him hard or it's whatever he's watching Dylan walk over to the bed watching Jerry using Zach's precum and Josh's cum to lube up a sounding rod. He asked Dylan to stop the timer and took the ring off Zach's dick. Jerry asked “do you want to be the first to open up his virgin hole?” “Hell yeah….” Dylan buried his face in Zach's ass started rimming it aggressively. Zach started to moan but not for long because Jerry covered his mouth and face with a poopers soaked rag. Not that he could see anything out of the mask on his head but he doesn't do poppers often so sniffing it hard made his vision go completely dark for 20-30 ssconds. Jerry then took off the tag and teased Zach by only letting his dick touch Zach's lips. Zach was so horny, and he tried to catch Jerry’s dick with his mouth. Dylan lubed up his fingers and push a couple of them in “Oohhh…I can't, “ Zach said. Indeed, Dylan's fingers didn't make it very far “Damn….this might be the tightest hole I've ever seen” “Keep at it” Jerry said and walked away then came back with a syringe. Zach looked at Needle with fear in his eyes and was shaking his head, begging Jerry not to “Ha. Out of all the times when you messed with me. How many times have you heard me beg you not to do what you did? ZERO. So man up” Tear ran down Zach's face as Jerry pump in a slam in his arm. However, tear on his face quickly was replaced with heavy breathing, panting and coughing. Dylan ceased the opportunity got, both fingers in, and started thrusting in and out of Zach's hole. “Uhhoh ohh my god……oh my god,” Zach was moaning out loud. Seeing that Zach was finally enjoying it. Dylan drizzle on more lube on Zach's hole as he started adding one more finger in Zach's hole. Jerry is on his knees next to Zach, letting him suck his dick. He thought he was gonna have to face fuck Zach, but Zach willingly put Jerry's cock in his mouth. “You like how your hole feels now, don't you?” Jerry asked “Mmmmhmmm” Zach noded his head without letting go Jerry's dick but when Dylan started trying to put his cock in Zach. Zach couldn't help but to moan out loud. Jerry grabbed Zach's head this time and shoved his dick in his throat. “Hmmm mmmmmm mmmm AAaahhhh” Dylan’s dick somehow was all the way in Zach already. “I think this whore is ready sir. Dylan said while Dylan held his stiff hard dick in Zach's hole. He didn't start pumping in and out of the hole just yet. He's trying to get Zach get comfortable being filled first, but he was moving in a circular motion. The feeling is nothing like Zach has ever felt before. Dylan pulled his dick out and applied more lube then he grab onto Zach's ties up arms and started pounding Zach's ass. Jerry pull his dick out of Zach's mouth and slide himself under Zach. His hand reached from behind Zach and covered his mouth and nose tightly with a popper rag. The rush plus popper. Zach let himself loose and moaned loudly under the rag jerry’s holding. Zach didn't care bc he was enjoying the pleasure that came from Dylan's every thrust into his hole. But then Dylan started slowing down. Zach didn't think Dylan had cum so he was wondering why until Jerry's head contacted his hole. He didn't think he could take two dicks at once so he started moving his body trying to avoid it. From behind him, Jerry threw a hard punch right to Zach's stomach made him whimpered and stop wiggling. Jerry whisperer into Zach's ear “Take our cocks then I consider freeing yours. I bet you wish you could stroke your cock, don't you” Jerry said Zach didn't have a choice anyway. Dylan still has half of his dick in Zach. His right hand is guiding Jerry’s monster cock into Zach's hole, which was lubed up nicely thanks to Dylan. Following Dylan's hand, Jerry's dick found Zach's hole and slowly inching its way in. It head made it in but Zach's spincter wouldn't let loose. Jerry signal Dylan to uncage Zach's dick, which has been growing to as big as it was allowed to in the cage then put the rag over Zach's mouth and nose once more. Licked Zach's ear in and out and whispered “Take a deep breath with me. You can do it,” Jerry Said Zach had some tear and sweat both running down on his face. Nervous but followed Jerry's instruction “Deep breath. Focus on my count to 5 and control your breathing evenly. 1…2…3...4…5. Hold it in. I'll tell you when you can let go,” said Jerry. Zach had his eyes closed and followed Jerry's instructions exactly 3 times. Jerry has had plenty of experience getting anyone who is hesitant about taking his dick to relax and working his monster dick all the way in. Many guys would tell him “that's not gonna fit in me” when they see how big his dick is. He usually just smile and say we'll see. He knows that it is all about channeling bottom's attention away from what he's doing and wait patiently because spincter muscle at most can only maintain resistant no more than 60 second, usually less than that. After the muscle involuntary let loose that's when the “hungry hole” effect happens. Because for just few seconds the muscle can't hold the tension anymore so his lube up dick that's been pressed up tightly again the hole doesn't need to push much. The hole will do the work and let him in. He loves watching that moment when the bottom realizes their hole is getting penetrated by his big dick and there's nothing they can do to stop it. Repeat the same process once more will get him all the way in for most bottoms. Some it takes a few more repetitions but patience has never failed him and the reward is him owning that hole in the end. Even the most inexperienced bottom will forget all about how big his dick is. All they will remember was how good it is to be fucked by him. He knew some of these before, but Henry taught him quite a bit. 2nd run-through of the breathing exercises with Zach. He has push his dick in Zach's ass tightly in a hole with Dylan's huge dick. Zach has never felt anything like this. This is not at all what he thought would happen tonight. He had planned on fucking some nice asses. Not once did he think he'd be the pussy for everyone to fuck. Zach is so focus on the two huge dicks in him and didn't even realize his dick has been freed and is hard as it can be. Dylan stay put and let Jerry take the driver seat and wrecking Zach's virgin hole while he stroke Zach's dick. Jerry holding Zach tightly with one hand grabbing his face with the popper rag while the other is holding on to him at chest level with pinching his nipples. With his feet on the ground, he started slow fucking Zach's hole. He leaned forward and started sucking on Zach's neck. Zach's eyes are closed but was moaning uncontrollably. Dylan was also moaning bc he has never shared a hole with a cock bigger then his. “Oh maaan. This hole feels so good. I think I'm getting close…’ Dylan Said Then he felt someone from behind forced him to move his feet outward, widening his stance and push him to lean towards toward Zach. He felt a rock-hard dick sliding up and down his butt crack. He eagerly push open his hole for that dick. Henry likes to take his time . He let his head slide into Dylan's hole a little, then slide right back out. He did it a few more times. Each time he stay in his hole just a little longer. Finally, Dylan reach back and pull his cheeks apart so Henry granted him what he wanted. In one push his dick went all the way in then he slide right back in as deep as he could. He grabbed Dylan's arms and held them together so they can't try to crushion him away from pounding him. Next thing he knew. Henry is pounding him from behind while he's double fucking Zach with Jerry. Henry is hitting Dylan's prostate every single time. Dylan could barely hold himself together, being stimulated both front and back. Josh holding a camera recording from the ground up. The camera had a clear view of the three dicks fucking the two holes “Oh my god I'm gonna cum’ Dylan said “Fuck…me too. This hole is tight, “ said Jerry Both men let out a long, satisfying yell and flooded Zach's hole. Zach could feel the cum splashed in him. He felt accomplished. Jerry slowly pull his dick out and then Dylan. For a few seconds, his hole felt empty but it didn't stay that way for long because Josh replaced Dylan and Jerry, shoved his dick all the way in and pounding Zach's ass with a fast pace right away while leaning forward to suck on the tips of Zach's dick. He honed in and started fucking even harder as soon as he found Zach's prostate. Zach moaning with his mouth open looking at Josh. Josh decided to backhand Zach's face just because he can “You love this, don't you? Shoot your load with me. I know you are close.” “Yes…ahh…Ahhhh,” Josh and Zach cum at the same time. Zach had his first full-body orgasm. Cum kept rushing out for a good 30 seconds straight. It covered his entire trimmed pube. Josh scooped up Zach's cum with his hands and move his hand over Zach's face and let the cum run down his hands into Zach's mouth. He then stuck his hand out to Zach for him to lick it clean. Zach was still spun and tied up. He had thought Henry and Jerry were going to use him more because this is nothing compare to what he has done to Jerry but the two of them are fully dressed and are heading out already. “Where are they going? I thought they would have kept me here all night,” Zach asked Josh is setting up a fuck bench said “any other time they probably would have. I thought Jerry was going to take his revenge on you, to be honest, but tonight you are just a fluffer. They have a reunion to attend if you didn't fuck Ben up too badly” “Untie me,” Zach said sti,ll not quite back to his normal self. his arrogance sure is returning to him Dylan walk back in the room with three slams and said “No dickhead. You aren't done yet. Few more people from our station have been wanting to fuck the shit out of you because your attitude is quite aggravating. Once a month, you'll make sure you bring your ass back here. You're just a cumdump for all of us now. If you don't, the recording may just ruin your life and career so probably best if you do as told. Are you ready for round 2” Dylan didn't wait for Zach's response and put the needle in his arm. Josh then blindfolded him and guided to the fuck bench and tied him down. Then there's a knock on the door. Sounded liked a lot of people showed up but Zach's had no clue how many. He couldn't see but he knows he is surrounded. ============================= Ben was taken to Henry's penthouse apartment by the boys. They were told to make sure he is okay until Henry and Jerry arrives. As Henry and Jerry walk toward their car. Jerry asked “you didn't want to fuck Zachariah? Not that you got to or anything, but I would have loved to see you rip his ass apart.” “Haha. Did you not rip his ass apart?” Henry asked “Yes and no. I wanted to, but I always knew he was lashing out bc he's a gay man who committed to a woman before he got to discover things himself, so I didn't quite abuse him like I thought I would,” Jerry said “So why didn't you?” “Any other night I would but tonight. I cannot wait to breed the hole I created. I'm probably gonna tell the boys to go to Marc’s or Jay and Aaron’s. But if you want, I'd like you to say. There's nothing hotter than fucking the boy I made with my hot younger brother. Zach helped us ensure that he can't resist certain commands. I'm very interested in testing them out. In the right mood, I just might bottom for you or Ben tonight,” Henry responded as he sped on the road, trying to get home ASAP “With that offer….I just might” Jerry pull out his dick and started stroking. He also reached over to Henry's crotch and let his dick out from his jeans zipper. Jerry absolutely loves Henry’s dick. He lean towards Henry and started sucking off every drop of Henry's precum and started sucking his dick. He honestly can't wait to play with his nephew and his brother either

Second day (11 March) Next time I was full of official commitments all day. I finished around 6 pm and decided to go to hunt. I grabbed my phone, opened sniffies. I didn’t want a simple one-on-one fun, I was eager for a restroom cruising. At home, I only had light oral fun in restrooms but I wanted to fuck there. Thanks to the sniffies, I found the Mary Brickell Village FedEx restroom. I decided to go there. It was a wise decision. Everything happened just like it does in the movies. We stood at the urinal with a sexy, bearded thirty something Latino(ish) guy, started to jerk, then we reached over and he started to suck me. But we kept getting interrupted, so we went to a secluded restroom (as I realized later that was the real close-to-FedEx restroom). The Latino was giving a good blow job, and then he started to suck me when a young black guy came in. Then two of us were sucked by the Latino, and soon I was sucking them. And when I was sucking the black one, the Latino guy pulled my trousers and boxes down, spitted in his hand, made my hole wet and pushed his cock in. Then he started to fuck me, and he was doing this until he came. OMG my first restroom breeding just happened. I couldn’t imagine that it was real. Then we went outside, but both of us went back in again several times, for a second round but every time we were interrupted. But slowly everything eventually calmed down and he started to fuck me again. Then another black guy came in. He only was watching this, but he didn't do anything but watch. But that probably made it even hotter. Not only for me but the Latino guy as well. And damn he bred me again. Amazing feeling, I was bred twice within an hour in a restroom. Then I tried again, but it didn't work, so I started walking home and that's when a Cuban guy texted me on the sniffies. He was versatile and wanted to have sex very eagerly. He said he needed my cock. I told him that I would be top with pleasure because I already was fucked twice and I had two doses in me. Then he became more excited and said in that case he would fuck me first. He asked me to wait for a while, because he had to clarify with his friend if he wanted to visit him. Because we could meet only when he left. But not much later he texted again, I could come. He stayed far from me, but after a 20 minutes drive by Lyft I was there. As it started, it was a sensual fuck. First we kissed and pampered each other, gave to each other mild nipple play, etc. After that he pushed me down to my knees and made it obvious that he wanted to suck him. He was a black Cuban guy with all the stereotypes about the cock size. I sniffed my poppers deeply and started to accomplish the challenge. My saliva was floating everywhere but made his cock slippery enough. Then he ordered me to the bed and I could feel his tongue. After he rinmed me thoroughly, his fingers came. One, two, three, four, five. And finally his cock. Poppers, poppers, poppers. He was very gentle but only in the first couple of minutes. Then he started to fuck me. I was crying but in the same time was in the heaven. He fucked me long. When he (!) needed some break. Then he said, his friend texted him that he would arrive within 10-15 minutes. Should I leave? - asked him. He replied: Fuck no, he also wanted to fuck you. Fuck yeah it was a great day. His friend, a Latino hairy guy arrived right from the work. The host went to prepare himself and I started to talk with the friend while he was undressing. He had an exciting mansmell. I felt that because my face was in his hairy and sweaty armpit soon. He praised me how nice I sniffed deeply his armpit smell and licked it soaked. Not much later I repeated it with his pubes. Soon, his cock was in my mouth. Then the host joined us. I sucked both of them. After that they spit roasted me for a long time. Only their positions were changed from time to time. Once when the host fucked me, the friend went behind him and started to finger him, then fuck him. After a while we changed the positions. They finished my usage and the host started to suck the friend. I positioned myself behind him. Started to eat his ass and then fuck him. He was so loose that I fisted him for short time. Then the friend said he needed to breed me, jumped behind me and deposited his load. The host said we had to finish because it was late and everyone seemed to be tired. I assumed I had to dress up but he said before I leave he wanted to add his load to his friend’s dose. So he gave me a quick last fuck and while he was moaning he filled me with his seed. Fuck yeah, it was my second full day, and I was over two fistfuck, fucked with five guys, was bred four times. I hoped, maybe guessed that my visit wouldn’t be boring but I never dreamed it would happen. Especially not right in the first days. And then I didn’t know yet that it was only the beginning (even if some days would be less busy).

part 3 He pulled his dick out of my ass, and quickly replaced it with a buttplug. He fitted a gag in my mouth and left me. I laid there for what seemed like a hour (probably only 5-10 minutes) before he came back in whit 3 other naked guys, all as muscular as my master was and all tattooed from head to toe. And all with massive dicks like master. I just laid there, unable to move, more horny and high then I have ever been. Master took something from a shelf and moved to my dick. It was then I noticed that I was not hard, my dick looked so small. Master began fitting, what I noticed to be a cage in my, and rose agin to stand whit his friends looking down at me. “Do you think he will do for the plan?” Master asked. “oh fuck, yes he will do just fine” one of the guys said. “Can’t wait to get up in that ass” “Just go ahead” master said. and they did. The 4 guys took their time fucking me hard and cumming in my ass. When they all had fucked me once they took a break. I got untied, they took the gag of me. Still laying on the bed and a new bigger plug in my ass. The guys was sitting on a leather sofa looking at me smoking cigarettes, drinking beer and talking. I was still horny as fuck, on the bed and started playing whit the plug. The guys noticed and laughed. “Can you see why I picked this pig?” Master said. All the guys chimed in. One of the guys stood up, walked over to me, took a hold of my collar and pulled me up to him and kissed me. He lifted me up in his strong arm and walked back over to the sofa, sat down and placed me on his lap. We kissed some more and I got to really admire his body. It was so sexy. Out of the blue he stopped, picked me up again placed me on my knees on the floor and walked away. A second after he came back whit a set of handcuffs and a headgear whit some kind of funnel. He took and looked my hands behind my back and began putting the headgear on me, the funnel had a gag he placed in my mouth. “I got to piss” he said in a whispered in my ear. I got more horny hearing that. Then he stud in front of me and began to piss in the funnel. The other guys stood from the sofa and began flocking around us. When the guy was done the next step in and began pissing. They each took a turn. I loved every second of it. When they were done I was higher and full! More to come

I sat in awe as my father walked up to master and began to kiss him. Master reached around during the kiss and finger fucked my dads hairy hole til he was moaning like a whore. After a minute master pushed him off and looked down at me. “Open your mouth slut it was a long drive and I need to piss.” He said removing his codpiece to expose a massive cock with a spiked PA and ampallang. His cock had to be seven inches soft. He began to piss in the direction of my mouth but most of it was spraying all over so I tried to move up to take his head into my mouth. “I didn’t say you could suck my cock faggot” he screamed kicking me to the ground as he continued to piss on me. “Lick it up” he yelled as I began to lick his piss from the floor. As I was doing so I heard sucking behind me and saw master throatfucking my father. After a few minutes master pulled out. “Please master he can wait I need you in me so badly it’s been too long since I’ve had your seed” my father begged. Master spit in his face before turning to me. I knew what was coming and presented my ass to him. His cock was now fully hard and nearing 12 inches. “Tell me what you want faggot” he said “Your cock master” I begged as I felt his hands around my waist “What kind of cock” he asked “Your poz cock master I want your poz cock” I begged as I felt his head on my hole “And what do you want my poz cock to do slut” “Get me pregnant with your strain and make me yours master” I screamed out as master plunged into my in one hard push. I felt my guts being torn apart and could do nothing about it. He was destroying my hole and I had no drugs to lessen the pain. “Oh I forgot to give u a bump” master said with a laugh “oh well I’ll just give u double before your next load how does that sound faggot” he said into my ear He continued to tear apart my hole for what felt like hours until he leaned down and asked me. “Do you want to be mine for the rest of your life” “Yes master” I cried out through the pain “Good boy” he moaned into my ear before fully pulling out the. Slamming back in and blowing his load inside my inner hole.

Back to the boy When I walked in the front door of the house I was hoping my dad was not back. Wearing only a pink thong with cum dripping out the sides of my but plug would be hard to explain. To my shock not only was my father in the house, he was standing in front of the door wearing only a leather harness, boots, and a leather jockstrap that had the codpiece removed and the thick metal chain locked around his neck. I was in awe at his body. He was covered in hair and tattoos with his harness perfectly framing his huge pecs and nipples which were pierced with large thick crescent rings. His cock was in a small metal cage the had a lock going through the head of his penis. He casually asked “hi son how was your hookup?” As if it were a normal question. “Umm pretty good I guess” I responded “I’d say it looks like it” he said as he came up pushing his body against mine and reaching his fingers around to my hole. He brought the cum covered fingers to his mouth and sucked on them. “Hmm delicious, were you doing t son” he asked “Uh maybe” I responded still unsure of what to do “How’d you like it, me personally I love it, turns me into a total cumslut. Even more than normal” he said chuckling as he put his hand on the small of my back and guided me into the living room. “Looks like you’re going to need a bigger plug to keep that load in son” he said pushing on my loose plug. “I thought I might have some old ones that would fit you but for now let’s get that load deep in you” he bent over the chest in front of the couch and I saw a massive plug in his hole. He pulled out two dildos. One maybe 20 inches long and thick and another about ten inches and a little less thick. He stuck them to the top of the chest and pulled out a pipe from a side table drawer. “You ever smoked before son” he asked to which I shook my head “It’s not that hard but I’ll shotgun your first few hits” he said as he held a lighter under the pipe till white clouds began to form. He inhaled them then came up to me and pushed his mouth to mine his thick beard scratching my face as his fat tongue invaded my mouth. He pushed the smoke into my lungs as we made out. “You like making out with your old man huh” he said as he pulled away. We repeated this until the pipe was empty making out longer and longer each time. “Alright now let’s get these loads deep in us” he said pulling out his massive butt plug and setting it down. He then lined the massive 20in dildo up with his hole and sat down taking almost the entire length in one go. “ cmon son it feels amazing” he moaned out “ just take it with all the meth you’ve done it’ll be easy” I pulled out my buttplug and pulled my thong to the side. As I felt the tip of the dildo on my hole a shock went through me and I pushed down. It felt amazing stretching me out. “Atta boy” my dad said while he rode his own dildo and turned on the tv. More porn came on but this time it was only two men. One huge god of a man and another smaller one that I realized was my father. “This here is the video of me losing my virginity son” he moaned out “ it was the start of my life” I was transfixed on the screen watching the human god fuck my dad. Waves of pleasure flowed through me but I soon realized I couldn’t take more then about seven inches “Looks like you reached your second hole son” my dad said between panted breaths. “I want more” I moaned out. “Oh I know sweetheart don’t worry daddy will help you” he said standing up in front of me his locked cock in my face. I licked out getting a drop of his precum on my tongue. He put his hands on my shoulders before pushing me down hard. I felt a jolt of pleasure as my ass hit the chest and I knew I took the dildo balls deep. As it broke through my second hole I shot a giant load into the front of my thong “Good job son” my dad said as he bent down to kiss me “Now you can’t stop now you gotta make sure none of the cum you got will slip out. Sluts like us can never waste a real man’s cum” dad said as he remounted his own dildo and continued to ride. After about 30 minutes he shot his load and it dribbled out of his cage. “Alright son I think that’s enough for tonight let’s get you to bed” he said as he pulled me off the dildo and walked me to my room. As he laid me in my bed he took my thong off and sucked my cum off it. “ I’ll be taking this now good night son” he said with a kiss to my forehead.

Part 2 “Fuck fuck fuck” I was screaming, I was in pure pleasure! The man fucking me started speaking and I could hear that is was master “oh fuck yeah, you like that your little pig? You like being slammed and used your little pig boy? Fuck I’m gonna cum in you boy, you like that?” all I could say was “fuck, uh fuck yes” over and over. I don’t know how long master fucked me and calling me all dirty names. Slut, pig, meth whore, slaveboy… then I hear him “oh fuck, here it comes!! Take it boy, take my fucking in your little pig ass” And then he came, I could feel his 23cm cock cum all the way up my ass. After he cummed he stays in my ass and pulled the mask of me. It took me a second to get use to the light. Then I saw master looking down at me, and laughing. He spit in my face and said “oh fuck boy, I have wanted to slam you since the first time you were here. I have some big fucking plans for you this weekend boy, I have some friends coming over later and they are going to have some fun with you!” And then he laughed agin. (More to come, I don’t have more time to right today sadly)

Question for @rawTOP: Is it possible to add a "hug" react to the site for posts? Sometimes I have to use the "sad" one - but it feels a little less that what the applicable posts deserve. BTW, hope you are still on the road to recovery (wanted to definitely send a "hug" when I read about it a couple of months back).

reading this topic always gets me crazy fucking horny. love men talking about how bareback gets them so horny, no condoms between them, hooked on that lust for skin on skin

Doc Murphy’s Therapy 3 I remember dreaming of men surrounding the bed... Their voices barely speaking above a whisper. I struggled to make out the words... Turning from side to side, I saw each booted muscled god geared in the shiniest of black leather. Tightly strapped leather harnesses accentuated their muscled pecs with rings through their prominently thick tits, making my mouth water... On my right, the men wore jockstraps... their full pouches so tight that I could see the subtlest of differences of their cocks... cut, uncut, pierced or not, it was more than obvious. While on my left, the men’s strong legs were enveloped in chaps... their muscles clearly defined as if the hide was painted on... their hard cocks and full sacs set off by a heavy chrome cockring. The room was filled with a distinctive scent of musk and leather as the sweaty tangled mass of flesh grew before my eyes... an orgy of every possible combination of lustful desire. The dream was so vivid... the men’s grunts and groans began to grow louder and fill the room. Seeing one of them escape the pile, I moaned, recognizing the young god approaching with tightly cropped red hair and green eyes. “Shit, Bry!” I called out, seeing my best friend transformed into the most incredible leather fantasy. His harness circled over his broad shoulders and under the thick muscled pecs. My eyes couldn’t stay off the twin slabs of muscle covered in reddish-brown fur showcasing a set of heavy rings piercing his thick erect tits poking through the fur. Below them, a trail of fur ran over the ridged stack of abs. His thick thighs bulged in the tightest leather chaps, drawing attention to the exposed dripping hard cock and sac. With every step of his boots, his muscles rippled at the slightest movement as he made his way to me. “Fuck Sam,” he smiled with a lustful gaze, pulling the covers off to reveal my shaved body... Staring at wetness of the sheets at below my cunt, he growled. “I hear you’ve been a good boy.” Still trying to understand how he could be in my room, I asked “How...?” “Never mind, bro...,” he said, interrupting me and pointing to the writhing heap of men in the room. “You need to serve.” Looking at the men, wave after wave of desire came over me... “Yeh, Bry...I do.” I growled, getting down on my knees as Bry’s leaking cock throbbed before my eyes. Licking my lips and wanting to taste that cock again, I reached up to his thick muscled thighs and leaned in, opening my mouth take it in... Suddenly, a sound woke me up... It was Mike, carrying a tray of food and juice into the room. “Sorry, Sam... didn’t mean to wake you. Doc told me you spent the night ‘cause it was getting late and asked me to just drop this off.” As I lay there, the images of Bry and the other men began to flood back into my mind. It took a minute to get into the moment before realizing I was sporting the beginnings of a hardon. But for some reason, it didn’t bother me, and it wasn’t definitely a problem for Mike... “Looks like it was a good dream.” he smiled, noticing my growing cock before putting the tray down next to the bed. “Thanks, Mike,” I said, drinking some of the juice and remembering last night. “Yeh, it was getting late by the time my session was over.” “Yeah, Doc doesn’t like to break up a session if it’s going really well...” he chuckled, looking me over... “Well, for some patients at least, he’ll keep it going as long as necessary. When that happens, I just head to my room and work on my thesis.” “Cool,” I said, remembering how he looked last night in his gear... my cock started stiffening. “Yeah, very cool... and so fucking smooth,” he groaned, sitting down on the bed next to me and rubbing my abs and shaved crotch before leaning in. Without a word, he brought his lips to mine... It was like last night never happened. He reached down and ran his fingers over my puckering cunt, causing me to groan in surprise. Kissing me deep and hard, his tongue invaded my mouth. “I thought...” I moaned, taking a breath as a finger entered me. “What? I’m a bottom cause I let Doc fuck me...” he laughed, feeling the remnants of cum in my cunt. “Don’t worry... I’m not jealous. It’s part of our arrangement while I finish my grad work. That's all there is to it... nothing else.” “Nothing else,” I groaned, feeling a second and third finger go in. “Damn... Doc must’ve worked your cunt over last night.” he growled, feeling my still loose cunt. “Yeh... he did,” was all I could say as he continued fingering me. “Did ya like it, Sam? Being filled with Doc’s cock or was it something else?” he grunted, stripping and pulling my thighs apart to expose my cunt. “Shit, yeh!” I moaned, seeing that hard pierced cock again... The next thing I felt was his warm wet tongue licking my cunt before it spread my cuntlips and pushed inside. “Goddamn!” I moaned, feeling him digging deep inside me. "Sweet fucking tasty cunt, bro" he said, coming up for air. “How’s that feel?” “Fuck yeh... fuck my cunt!” “That’s right, bro... what you have there is a cunt... Don’t ever forget it.” he told me, teasing me with his cock. I nodded, remembering my therapy... “Cunt...” Putting my legs over his shoulders, he shoved his rigid cock into me without warning, sending a wave of passion over me. “Say it, bro... tell me what you want.” “Fucking fill, me!” I gasped, feeling the ring hit my prostate as he began to rock in and out of me. He didn’t waste any time ramming his cock into me... “Fucker... gonna take my time with you,” he growled, slowing down and holding his cock deep in my cunt. He kept on edging... fucking me til he was close, then would pause, waiting for the sensation to pass... only to start again until I was begging for his load. “Fuck man... give me your load, bro! I need it!” I cried out, grabbing his hips and pulling him in all the way to the root. He began ramming me hard until he stiffened and let out a heavy roar, unloading a volley of cum inside me. I could feel each throbbing pulse of his cock. Bending down, still impaled inside of me, he kissed me. “Fucking hot cunt...” he smiled, pulling his still hard cock out and sitting back. I scrambled to clean it... sucking and tonguing his cock until I had done my duty. “Good boy...” he growled, his warm wet tongue licking my cunt before it spread my cuntlips and invaded. “Give it to me.” With little pushes of my cunt, the load dripped out onto his open mouth until I had released most of it... Then, he crawled up and fed it to me. Kissing, our darting tongues exchanged the load until we both gulped down the contents and fell on the bed in a sweaty jumble. “Fuck, Sam... That was hot. I never imagined that you’d be this good when you came into the office that day. I figured you were just some messed up kid needing therapy.” he laughed, exploring my smooth body with his hands. “You surprised me when you showed up here like this. What made you do it?” Knowing what I knew about him, I smiled. “Don’t know... I guess I just felt like it.” “Yeah, I know what you mean,” he chuckled, taking hold of my smooth pecs and rubbing his fingers over them. “I did the same thing when I first got here. But it’s a bitch to keep up... so I got it permanently removed. Doc has a buddy who does it and hooked me up.” “Yeh?” I groaned, imagining being permanently hairless as he went down to lick my pecs. Then, licking my left tit, Mike sucked it in and bit down... “Goddamn!” I moaned, panting at the pain he was inflicting. He stayed on my tit, chewing on it... tasting the sweat dripping off my pec. Releasing it with a kiss, he moved to the right one and I began to growl in heat as he repeated the torture now turning to pleasure. Reaching for my swollen cock, he began to stroke it as he alternated on my tits before moving down my abs. By now, my tits were aching and standing at attention, causing my cock to go rock hard. “Yeah,” Mike growled, exploring my shaved body with his mouth... “When did you do it?” “Yesterday, right before coming over.” I sighed, feeling his lips and tongue sliding over my skin. “You missed a spot, right here. I’ll let Doc know... so you can get that taken care of.” he chuckled, licking between my thigh and crotch before taking my cock in his mouth. “Fuck, yeh!” I cried out, feeling his tongue dig into my piss slit. He started licking and wrapping his tongue around the mushroom head... flicking at it and lapping the dribbling precum. Slowly sliding down, he started sucking on my leaking cock... keeping his eyes locked on mine with one hand on my shaft and the other holding tightly onto my sac. His hand began to pull it away from my body as he held my balls tightly in a fist. “Aw fuck! Harder!” I cried out... realizing at that moment the extent of my therapy. My begging for pain urged him on and his pace quickened. I thrust my hips up to meet him. The sensations of his mouth were overwhelming... I needed to cum. I was close... Grabbing the back of Mike’s head with both hands, I began forcing his mouth up and down my cock, faster and faster. I could feel myself slowly going over the edge. Then, as he released his grip, my body shook with lust, releasing an explosion of cum. “Fuck yeh, bro! Fucking love, this shit!” We remained like that... me on my back with him still latched on my cock... sweat running down our bodies until sound of Doc’s voice shook us out of the moment. Doc stood at the entrance to the room, but I couldn’t make out what he said. My mind must have blocked it out... but the moment Mike heard the words, he sat up, releasing my cock. Turning to Doc, he nodded and dropped to his knees on the floor next to him. “Good boy,” he chuckled, rubbing Mike’s sweaty shoulder. “I was wondering what was taking you so long,” I quickly apologized... “Doc... I’m sorry. I guess I fucked up.” “No problem, Sam. So... you’ve now experienced both Mikes.” Leaving the dazed Mike on the floor, he wandered over to me. “How’s it feel?” he asked, feeling my freshly fucked cunt. “Damn, Doc,” I smiled, seeing his growing bulge... “So good!” “Good to hear, boy.” He looked back to Mike kneeling obediently on the floor before noticing my chewed-up tits. Pulling his wet finger from my cunt, he rubbed the slime around my swollen tits and gripped them tightly with his fingernails. “Fuck, yeh!” I shuddered. “Harder!” With his cock now tenting his jeans, he whispered in my ear as he increased his grip on me. “Yeh, Doc...” I murmured, feeling the pain course through my body. After a couple of minutes, Doc let go and stood up. I quickly fell next to Mike, our hands behind our backs at attention. Turning to face us, he began to strip as... I could see him speaking, but I couldn’t make out the words. Gripping the bottom of his T-shirt, he pulled it up and off his torso, exposing the forest of fur on his muscled pecs. We quickly made our way to remove his shoes and socks. Mike then scrambled up to unbuckle the thick black belt around his waist. It was then I joined him as we pulled the jeans down to expose his furry legs. Slowly, we began moving our mouths up his legs... our hands massaging his powerful muscles until we met at Doc’s low hanging sac. Taking in the scent of his crotch, both of us began to moan and took one of his heavy balls in our mouths... “Fucking cuntmouths!” Our tongues darted out, tasting the hairy sweaty sac and we moved up to the base of Doc’s shaft... Up we went... our lips gently massaging the thickening shaft until our tongues met at the leaking piss slit at the tip of his engorged cockhead. Tasting the precum, our tongues began lapping it up. Feeling Doc’s hands against our heads and push our mouths against each other, our sparring tongues began to feed each other. “Goddamn cocksuckers.” he growled, holding us by the scruff of our necks. We began to worship him, sucking and worshipping his god-like cock like we had been trained... ‘Yeh, that’s the word,’ I thought...realizing at that moment it had been imbedded in us... Mike and I were meant to serve together. Before I could think about it, Doc thrust between our lips... back and forth, enjoying our attention to his powerful cock. We needed his cock... we continued... pushing him closer to release with every movement of our mouths. Feeling the overwhelming need for cock, I moved to the head and slowly swallowed his cock to the base of his shaft. I could feel Mike’s tongue flicking at the saliva dripping out of my mouth. Slowly backing off, I grabbed Mike’s head and shoved my tongue in his open mouth. Gripping my tongue with his lips, he moaned... knowing his desire for cock, I pushed his head towards Doc’s still leaking cock and he swallowed it in one fell swoop. We continued like that... sharing Doc’s now steel cock. We were nothing but a pair of cuntmouths servicing a cock... just as Doc had said. Getting close, Doc pushed us off his cock and we fell to the floor... our faces covered in spit. Walking over to the bed, he pulled out a packed pipe and torch from the nightstand and climbed onto the bed. Spreading his legs, he lit the pipe, inhaled and motioned to us. Quickly, we climbed on the bed, slid over the soft sheets and joined him on either side. Placing our mouths to his, we inhaled the large cloud escaping his handsome mouth. “Go on... have at.” he growled, passing the lit pipe to Mike. We began sharing the pipe while Doc sat back watching us take hits and blowing the thick white clouds into each other’s mouths. Taking the last hit on the now empty pipe, I exhaled into Mike, devouring him in a deep kiss as Doc’s strong hands roamed over our bodies. Instinctively, we both went for Doc’s tits. “Fuckers...” he growled, pushing our mouths onto his furry pecs. Holding both of us tightly, we began to suckle like two nursing pups, humping our bodies against Doc’s legs. Doc’s hands roamed down over our smooth muscled backs and began to explore our cunts. “Goddamn cunts...” I began moaning as the realization of what I was becoming hit me and I raised my hips, giving Doc access. But it didn’t stop there... I felt another hand now exploring my exposed cunt. It was Mike’s. “Fuck me!” I cried out, feeling fingers digging into me before latching back onto Doc’s tit. Mike immediately pounced on me and shoved his cock deeply inside me. Holding onto my shoulders, he began to piston fuck me. “Fuck, yeh!” I cried out into Doc’s pec, feeling the PA scraping against my prostate with every stroke. The sensations in my cunt took over my mind and I was lost in the moment... My mind filled again with images of the leathered gods surrounding us... watching me surrendering to my desires. Bry stood out smiling, leading another by a leash to our side. “Fuck yeah, bro... Feels good, don’t it?” Bry growled, pushing the sub onto the floor on all fours. Smiling, he moved behind the sub and kicked his legs apart to expose the willing cunt. Bry dropped... Licking the pierced taint leading to the sub’s willing cunt, Bry smiled and looked at me before shoving his cock in quickly... causing the sub to let out soft groan. I couldn’t take my eyes off them... seeing the look of rapture on the sub’s face as he took every inch of Bry’s cock. “Fuck, bro... Tell me... is yours still tight?” he growled, picking up the pace and slamming the willing sub. “Fuck yeh!” I grunted, coming back to reality as I felt Doc’s hands caressing down my back. “YEH, DO IT!” I yelled, feeling Doc’s cock pressing on my cunt while climbing onto Mike’s back. I was grabbing at the sheets, feeling Doc’s cock sliding over Mike’s shaft and pushing past my cuntlips. “OH FUUUUCK!” I hissed, instantly feeling the pain of being split open. “Relax, boy... surrender.” Doc told me, before saying something else I couldn’t understand. Instantly, a wave of pleasure overcame any pain as Doc’s cock invaded me. Mike remained still... not a sound coming from him. “Yeh...” I now moaned in pleasure, feeling Doc’s cock invading my cunt. With my therapy now kicking in, I began fucking myself on their cocks. “Good boy,” Doc grunted, slapping Mike on the ass and they began fucking me in unison. With every one of their thrusts, I moaned... feeling myself stretched to the limit, I began to lose focus. The room grew warmer and filled with the sounds of animals rutting... grunts, moans and wet slapping bodies. Bry had returned... Holding onto the moaning sub by his harness, Bry’s assault continued as the sub fucked himself on the pierced cock. The wet slapping of Bry’s thighs against the sub’s shaved ass filled the air around the circle of leathered admirers. “Fuck, Sam... Every time I fuck this cunt, I imagine it’s you... my bro... taking my cock.” With each pounding, the sub’s moans grew louder, and begged for more. Bry continued pile-driving him... stretching his cunt with an ever-increasing ferocity until he couldn’t hold back and released an explosion of cum. Instantly, the sub scrambled to Bry’s still hard cock to clean off the remnants of his load. "Inspiration...” Bry growled at me. Coming back into the moment, I felt the thrusts of my double fuck begin to slow and intensify... I knew it wouldn’t be too long for them to fill my cunt. “Fuck yeh!” I cried out, feeling the simultaneous loads unleashing in me as the fucking continued until the contents of their balls flooded my cunt. Their load now deposited, they fell on my back and pushed me fully onto the mattress. “Inspiration,” I moaned... feeling the weight of their bodies on top of me. Pulling out of me, Doc stood up and positioned himself in front of our faces... “Beautiful...” Immediately, we took his slimed cock and cleaned it... taking the remains of the loads into our mouths. Satisfied, Doc walked away as Mike pulled me up and sat back, holding me in his arms. Holding tightly onto his cock, I leaned back...our lips met. We began to devour each other as his hands explored my sweaty body. Releasing his cock, my hands roamed over his hairless muscular body, knowing that it was what I needed... to bulk up and match his body. In the back of my mind, I already knew that my appointment with Doc’s buddy was set... I would never have to worry about stubble. I moved down his beautiful pecs and made my way to his cock and took it into my mouth, tasting the residue of the double fuck. “Fuck, Sam.” Mike moaned, feeling my mouth on his softening cock. Shocked, I sat up and looked into his eyes. There was no doubt, the other Mike was there with me now. He took me in his arms, and we fell back on the bed. “Fuck, Sam... Doc must be wondering where I am.” he said, spooning me. “Naw, he probably just thinks you’re working on your thesis.” I moaned, feeling his cock against my ass. “Yeah,” he sighed... Several hours later, I woke up in the dark room with Mike still beside me... our bodies tangled in the middle of the bed. Feeling a sensation around my neck, I reached up and found my leather collar securely fastened to my neck. “Yeh...” I moaned, turning to Mike and seeing him collared, too. I knowingly grabbed the note on the nightstand and read it... ‘Downstairs’ was all it said, and I shook Mike to wake him. Slowly opening his eyes, he smiled, seeing me collared. Slowly, we made our way to the two leather bags in the center of the room and faced each other. Keeping our eyes fixed, we slipped the restraints on our wrists. Next, we placed the harnesses over our shoulders and buckled each strap tightly. I moaned as the leather again touched my smooth skin. Retrieving our jockstraps, we slid them up over our hairless bodies and adjusted our cocks. My junk now snug in the cum crusted leather pouch, I pulled out my still sweat-soaked socks and put them on. Turning to Mike, I saw him standing there looking down at the socks in his hand. “What’s happening... Sam, what the fuck are you wearing!?” he said in a state of confusion, looking up as if he was seeing me geared up for the first time. Grabbing the socks, I dropped to my knees... “Let me help you,” I moaned, kissing his feet. After placing them on him, I pulled the pair of boots out of his bag... “10-hole Rangers...” I said, motioning him to step in. Now in his boots, he stayed there in a daze, still looking down at me. I began pulling the laces through the eyelets of his right boot. It was freaking me out, but I kept on... then, I realized that with every ladder rung I added, he began to calm down. With the boot now laced up, he dropped to one knee and began to methodically lace the other without hesitation. “Fuck...what the hell was that?” I mumbled, quickly putting on my boots, lacing them up and placing an arm band around my right bicep. Grabbing the other, I stood and saw Mike taking a long hit from a full glass pipe... his cheeks tightening as he pulled the cloud into his lungs. “Fuck, yeh... gimme some, bro.” I moaned, walking over to him and placed the band on his right bicep as I caught a glimpse of the beads of sweat dripping down his smooth pit... My tongue worked its way from his bicep to worship his pit. “MMMMM,” he groaned, clamping his hand around the back of my neck to smash our mouths together... tongues lashed around in our mouths as he fed me the cloud. My body became alive again, and I surrendered. With our lips locked, we clawed at each other... our hands covering every inch of smooth muscled flesh and encased leather on our bodies. “Fucker... Welcome back...,” I grunted. “Let’s go. Doc’s waiting.”

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've been through a (real) pregnancy before and honestly there's no way to describe the emotions you experience when you go through that process with somebody. It's a combination of a strong instinctual urge to protect them and a deep spiritual connection like nothing you've ever felt before, and you experience all these emotions in a way that feels like you have a second heart deep in your core - that's the best way I can describe it but it still doesn't feel adequate enough. And something inside you changes when you watch a new human come into the world and begin life - being there for that moment is absolutely incredible. And on some level it feels strange to fetishise it but another part of me completely understands because I'd love to experience this entire process with another man. I want to be there with him and experience those 9 months of growth together, and I want to watch him create a new life from his own body. Its more of an emotional fetish than a sexual fetish for me, but yeah - thumbs up for mpreg lol

Taking loads through a gloryhole is the best. And I was not expecting to love getting my ass fucked through a hole in the wall that some guy stuck his dick through and shoots his load in my ass the way I do.

AIDS/HIV+ on meds, low viral load and low CD4 count. Because of previous opportunistic illnesses which led to my AIDS diagnosis, my status remains an AIDS diagnosis.