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My sex-flow in Fort Lauderdale Eights day (17 March) I left Key West with mixed feelings because I was surprised. I can’t say that I was disappointed but Key West was nastier in my mind. I thought about Key West that it was the gay paradise but I found it nice but nothing special. Being openly gay is not the privilege of this place and the gay nightlife wasn’t to attractive. I supposed that I won’t be able to choose between several orgies but I couldn’t find any. Maybe I was the lame but TBH the guy with whom we bred each other confirmed that. So my expectations for Fort Lauderdale was higher but mixed with some anxiety. As it was shown later the anxiety was totally unnecessary. Although some guys texted mw as I was leaving Key West but none of them was available right then. So I spent the half of the day in my car driving up to FL. I checked in and headed to the beach but nothing happened. It was late in the afternoon, so I went back to the hotel and started to prepare myself for the night. I decided to make a try with 321 Slammer. It’s needless to say that I was continuously online in sniffies. I found a couple (mid thirty and late fifty something guys) who were looking for a versa who is older than the younger part and younger than the older part. Okay this ad was made for me. I texted them immediately and the older replied soon. He double checked if I was a real versa. I made him sure that I would fuck both of them if they wanted. He gave me the address and I jumped in the car soon and started. 10-15 minutes later I was at their apartment. They lived in a fancy gay or gay friendly resort. The older guy was a silver bear. Nice white beard and solid belly. The apartment also was really cozy. He drove me to the bedroom where the younger guy was waiting for us. He was a hyper sexy hairy, bearded latino. I liked them very much and they liked me very much too. It was visible looking at our shorts where nice tents could be seen. We started to kiss. I love threesome kissing and our hands started to explore each other. The older ( let me call him Ron and as Juan the younger) interrupted the game and stepped back. Do undress ordered us. Then I realised Ron was the boss and maybe he was a dom. while we were undressing he became naked too. Jesus. He had a huge cock. Thick and long. I turned to Juan to check his tool. It was the huge as his husband’s. I almost went down to my knees when Ron gave the next order. Give him the pleasure babe. Juan went on his knees and started to suck me and not much later both of us. After a while Ron said ‘change!’ And I started to suck them. I really had to take care of my gag reflex. ‘Do you like rim?’ Asked me Ron. ‘Fuck yeah it’s one of my favourites.’ He nodded and Juan bent over taking his cock in his mouth and offering his amazing ass. A little but visible practiced pink hole looked at me from the black fur. I started to luck it and fucked it with my tongue deeper and deeper. Finally I was literally eating his ass. Juan was moaning loudly. Ron was continuously commenting what was happening: fuck yeah, eat his ass, make it wet, stretch his hole. And then he said: lube it. I understood. Ron continued: fuck yeah bareback him, fuck this bitch hard, he loves that. And I did. ‘Easy, easy’ whimpered Juan. But Ron stuffed his mouth soon with his cock. Next order: bent him over to the bed. I followed the instructions and continued to fuck Juan. Ron stepped onto the bed above Juan and pushed his cock into my mouth. When it was fully covered with my saliva he came down and stepped behind me. I stopped for a moment but he ordered me to continue and pushed a bit lower and then I felt his cock. He wasn’t slow and I saw stars for a second but then the double pleasure came. Ron bent over to my ears and whispered: do you want to try Juan’s cock too? Sure thing fuck yeah’ I replied. ‘Fuck him babe, but no mercy’. They positioned me to my back, Ron climbed beside me and grabbed my legs, pushed them back and spit on my hole. Juan lubed himself and shoved his cock inside. He started to fuck me mercilessly. I was crying for a minute when Ron stuffed his cock in my mouth again. He worked on my throat, his younger husband on my hole. ‘Do you want Juan to breed you?’ ‘Mhm’ I could answer only this. ‘Breed him’ Feed this slutty hole’ Ron pulled his cock out and pushed it into his husband’s mouth. Later he pulled out too and pushed Juan’s head to me. We started to kiss while Ron climed down to fuck his husband. We who were fucked were moaning loudly. Then Ron came back and yelled at Juan: give it to him. And Juan became faster and harder and louder and then he exploded. He shot in me 5 or 6 huge loads. ‘Do you want to come?’ Asked me Ron. ‘Fuck yeah’. Ron turned to Juan: ‘ fuck out of him’ and then back to me: ‘beat it’. Juan continued to fuck me and I bate my cock like a crazy while I was forced to suck Ron. Then I came covering my chest with a crazy amount of cum. Ron did the same covering my had, neck snd chest. We were all panting. ‘Clean him’ Ron ordered Juan. Juan started to lick all the cums with his tongue. ‘Don’t swallow give it to him, but you also mustn’t swallow it’. ‘Now kiss each other and kiss me!’ Nad we closed the session with a nice snowballing. While I was dressing up they asked my plans and surprisingly they were surprised that I wanted to go to 321 Slammer. They said they had to work next day but they would sleep well after this amazing fun. I left the resort and went directly to the 321 Slammer with a huge amount of cum in my ass. I was curious if I could have sex there or I would leave disappointed. Ron and Juan told me that Sunday nights Slammer is full. According to my experiences, more the people more the picky ones and I don’t like it. It was something incredible I experienced there. It was full but the 80-90 % of the people wasn’t picky. They wanted sex and they got it. Including me. I wish I could record everything right there and right then. But I hardly could realise what was happening with and more precisely in and on me. I fucked at least with 20 guys but all together I had sex with 30-40. It’s needless to say when the first guy’s finger felt the cum in me he wanted to add his own. And it triggered the number which resulted approximately 7-8 doses more. And then I didn’t count the cums I swallowed or got on my body. I had sex with every type of guys. Tall, short, toned, slim, bear and chubby, white, latino, black, asian. Young and older. Top, bottom and versatile. Hairy and smooth. One of my best sex adventure ever. I arrived at 8.30 pm. Started to have sex in 10 minutes and when I checked the time it was 1.30 am. I hardly had breaks. And one more additional turn on for my kinky personality. The 90% of the sex happened in rooms where everything was visible. Having sex while watching others and being watched is one of my biggest turn on. The clear evidence that although I arrived after I had come I bred three guys and came two other’s mouths. I have never could six times come during a sex adventure. When I left the place I was satisfied mentally, physically and emotionally too.

Yesterday at Sauna near to me. I had seen a guy sucking cocks at glory holes , but he had a towel firmly wrapped around him , cute , tight little body and ass. And a little tramp stamp above his ass. Carried on and fucked another couple of random asses. Saw the cute guy again in a mattressed area on his knees sucking a guy laying down, his ass fully exposed. i gently ran my finger along his slightly hairy crack. I was expecting my hand to be brushed away but no , I quickly lubed up a finger with spit and worked it in , no complaints and even a little moan. I started to lick him , long licks to start with - ending up me pulling his cheeks apart and going in deep and wet. As soon as I could feel him relax and loosen I mounted him slowly but firmly until I was balls deep. considering I must have been his first fuck of the day he took it like a champ - backing on to me , moaning and wiggling. iI hadn’t come for a few days so was able to keep rock hand and kept fucking him till I loaded him right up with my hands around his waist pulling him on to my cock so that my load was as deep as possible. A great bb fuck

“I’m ready to be yours” Buzz said still down on his knees “And Jeff’s” Mike added Buzz nodded then he looked at Hank again “I want a chance with you but I realize that I need to do some growing up as well. I want to be as good a man as you are.” Hank’s eyes softened a bit and he said “Mike can help you find who you really are but what you do with that is up to you” “Ok. we need to talk then. Alone” Mike said pulling Buzz up off his knees and pointing to a chair opposite his favorite one “Sit” Hank headed upstairs and Jeff went into his “Office” which had a collection of every game council known to man from Atari to the Steam Deck and thousands of games most of which Jeff had never played. “I need to make sure you understand what you are agreeing to.” Mike started. “Yes, if you prove you are worthy I will let you date Hank. I’m not guaranteeing this will be successful and the future of your relationship will be decided by me. Don’t think I’m going to be arbitrary about this. You will need to make Hank HAPPY. Make him want to be with you. But all that aside this is going to start with building a relationship between you and I that will continue no matter how things work out with Hank. You are making a lifetime commitment to Jeff and I. Hank tells me you have the best agent you could have and great people managing your money. I would never intrude into those areas” “Except he can never play for Mathisburg” Came a shout from the “Office” as Jeff spouted his hatred for his favorite team’s division rival who had prevented Jeff’s team from making the playoffs every year while Jeff was growing up. “I hate the Corn Shuckers! I will NOT own a Shucker” Mike and Buzz both laughed. “I hate them too. No worries there” Buzz shouted back Mike walked to the office door and closed it, a muffled “Spoilsport” coming from the other side “Seriously though, you are committing to me making every other life decision for you. You have a different personality from Hank though depending on your personal growth there may come a time when I allow you to disagree and even argue with me but in the end you will abide by my decisions. You can keep going the way you were. You have the fame and the looks to walk through life on your own terms but looks and fame are transient and I think once they faded the way you were going would lead to an empty, lonely, shallow life. Understand. We would be committing to you as well. I said family and I meant just that.” “Life decisions, submission and cosmetic control of your appearance are non-negotiable but during our “Getting to know each other phase” you CAN say no to things. You just need to really consider WHAT you say no to. Does it make you uncomfortable or is it a hard no you could never see yourself doing. I’m personally not comfortable being fucked. never have been but when I stopped being selfish and let Jeff top me it changed and deepen our relationship and our level of trust. One of my hard limits is eating ass. I know a lot of guys love it but I won’t do it or let it be done to me by a mouth I am ever going to kiss again. Just no…” Mike said with a shudder “I accept that you will have hard nos too. You need to be able to tell me without fear. You also need to tell me what makes you uncomfortable because that’s where I will take you. I admit I am a sadist. I will never injure you but I enjoy causing physical and mental pain. My goal is not to damage it’s to take something you hate and turn it into something you crave from my hand.” “Hank submits easily and naturally. You are different. You will need reminders. In this house you will refer to me as “Master” and Jeff as “Sir”. You will know we trust you if we allow you to use our names again someday” Buzz had been nodding throughout this “Yes Master” he said “There is one more thing” Mike said “This may be a deal breaker and I understand if it is. I will let you walk out and maintain a friendship with Hank if he wishes it.” “Go on” Buzz said “I am HIV positive and unmedicated. If you stay I will fuck you regularly. I will not use a condom and I will not pull out when I cum, ever. I will deliberately infect you with HIV and you will accept my right to do so.” Mike said looking directly into Buzz’s eyes Buzz looked stunned but he didn’t jump up and walk out “I don’t want HIV” That made Mike’s cock twitch sensing prey “Taking my cum is non-negotiable” Mike said firmly “Is this something I can think about?” Buzz asked “No” Mark said “If you stay I will breed you within the hour” “Hank has HIV?” “Yes. I gave it to him personally but like you I gave him a choice before I did” Mike watched as the man who was probably the most famous athlete in the world right now struggled with it. The thought of infecting this man with a virus he didn’t want but willingly accepted making his cock rock hard. “I have always been a top. I’m an anal virgin. Will you take it easy on me Master?” Buzz asked in a meek voice “Of course Boy” Mike said with a smile of victory on his face. They gathered in the Livingroom to witness Buzz’s submission everyone fully dressed except him kneeling naked before Mike It was time for Buzz’s first real test. “Crawl to me, take out my cock. Kiss it then put it in your mouth. You are going to drink my piss. They watched the play of emotions on his face like a little war then finally “Yes Master, this makes me very uncomfortable though” he said as he crawled to Mike “Drink every drop” Mike ordered as he let his stream flow A surprised and sour look crossed Buzz’s face but he swallowed and managed to choke down most of it. Mike admiring the perfect body of his new trophy and the way his blond chest hair stood out against his tan skin Jeff tossed a black sheet over an ottoman that looked suspiciously like the one from their original penthouse suite, leather straps attached to the legs and all and Mike directed Buzz to lay over it, hold the straps and not to let go “You accept that I am going to cum in you and infect you with my pox seed?” Mike asked “Do I have a choice?” “You can stand up, get dressed and walk out” Mike said “No one will stop you” Finally “I don’t want it but I accept your right to infect me Master” Buzz said Mike didn’t ask again, kneeling behind him he started to work his bare unmedicated cock into the top player in professional sports at this time using only precum for lube Mike was as gentle as he could be but he still enjoyed the grunts of pain his cock was causing, even more he enjoyed the slight tremor of fear that shook the athlete’s body. “Shhh Baby Boy, just accept it. You belong to me now.” Mike reached under, finding and twisting both Buzz’s nipples hard. “ I’m going to infect you. You were born to be infected by me. There's no stopping it now. My virus is taking over your blood. My HIV will be in you forever sealing you to me. Marking you as mine. NOW!” The he threw back and moaned as his toxic cock blasted wad after wad of virus and cum into the Championship game’s MVP for the first time. The next couple weeks Jeff and Hank entertained each other while Mike concentrated on Buzz breeding him three and four times a day. Frequently pissing in him after the breeding was done or making him suck him clean and letting him drink it. Buzz adapted to his new life like a fish to water. Mike had called a friend to come out and he had very professionally pierced both of Buzz’s nipples showing him how to care for them as the wounds healed Mike worked for hours on a tattoo on Buzz’s left butt cheek. Beautiful block letters with highlights and shadows that spelled out the word “Owned” After a month Buzz found his devotion to Mike growing. The way Mike pushed him to the edge but never beyond. The savage brutal sex that Buzz didn’t just endure he matched Mike blow for blow demanding more to the point their sex looked like a wrestling match with Mike always winning. Then Mike would hold him and praise him saying how proud he was at Buzz’s progress and new found self control. Buzz was a new person because of Mike. Two months in Mike decided the issue of Hank and Buzz was kind of moot. Weeks ago he had issued a general rule that anyone in the family was free to have sex with any other family member if both were willing and they all knew Buzz had the OK to try to win Hank. More and more he found them together Buzz laying on Hank’s chest often calling him “Daddy” as Hank surprisingly took the more dominant role from the bottom. Neither Hank nor Buzz shirked their duty to Mike. One day Jeff walked out to the pool to find two muscle asses on display. One a paler tan covered in dark hair the other a tanned olive tone with blond fuzz covering it. He walked over and added the option of a slim hipped smooth bubble butt and Mike spent an enjoyable afternoon playing “switch a hole” giving each a load of cum eventually. The day before Buzz had to fly back east to report for camp Mike was called up to the bedroom and waked in on quite a sight. Hank on the bottom being fucked by Jeff. Jeff in the middle getting fucked by Buzz and Buzz’s ass waving seductively in the air before him. He didn’t resist. They were all his. Four men bound together by love and lust and a virus. Buzz signed his new contract., expertly negotiated by his agent. The Team’s decision to give a rookie a one year contract costing them big time. The next day he called a press conference and in no uncertain terms came out of the closet. The world exploded. The state the team was located in had an anti discrimination law covering sexual orientation so the team came out in full support of him because they had no choice. The offensive coordinator quit in protest though and they offered the job to Hank who after long discussions with the family took it “This is something I am good at” Hank said“ It’s something I can do and do well and it’s something I love” Hank signed his new contract expertly negotiated by Jeff's lawyers. The next day he called a press conference, came out of the closet, announced that he and Buzz were engaged. almost making Buzz faint and then run up on stage to hold his fiancé and the Buzz continued that if Buzz thought this would make Hank go easy on him he better think again Buzz visibly swallowed and the entire room laughed at his meek “Yes dear” Some offensive players on several other teams made comments all sounding something like “I’m going to flatten that little queer”. 5 of them forming what they called “The Avenging Angels” and places bets on who would sack Buzz more but the offensive line Hank put together that year became a legend. Nicknamed “The Stonewall” they became the first offensive line in history not to allow a single sack from the beginning of pre-season to the end of the Championship Game and the “The Avenging Angels” became “The Impotent anger” Jeff and Mike bought large private house in the team’s home town and the adventures continued.

I commented on this topic before but this subject does not have to be so "horrid" as it sounds. Father/Spn combinations have been something I have done in the past and will continue to do so in the future. If the father is pushing 50 and the son is in his mid-20'a, who am I to judge? I have been having sex with the father for years, and when he bought his son (very much an adult) who am I to judge? His son was there because he wanted to be, and he and his father never touched each other, it was all about me. What's wrong with that? To be frank, there were plenty of bottoms that would have said "why not", and if the father was not so honest, I might not have known. Big deal, so they were related, they weren't having sex with each other, they were having sex with me, so who gives a damn? I didn't.

Arriving and next day the adventure stared First day (10 March) So, this is my first US trip’s sex diary I try to share with you all the details but in terms of tourist adventures and also of sex adventures it was a real flow experience. I arrived at the states on Saturday late night and I was so exhausted because of the long flight that I fall asleep soon. Even though I wanted to start my sex journey. I spent 15 days there, and there was only one day when I didn’t have sex and only two days when I had only one. Sunday I accommodated myself in my apartment (Little Havana, Miami) and started to hunt. I bought US esim, so finally I could join sinffies. I must tell that sniffies is the best application I have ever had. I set it showing I was hosting and validated my location. After some pointless conversation a early forties poz guy full of tattoos and piercings texted me saying he wanted to fuck with me back and forth. I had to wait for them almost an hour and I was sure that he would disappear but he appeared. We didn’t waste our time, he was on his fourth soon and my tongue was deep in his hole. He turned back after a while and gave me a blowjob. It’s needless to say I wanted more. So I pushed back him onto his back. He understood, so he grabbed his legs and spread them. I pushed my cock deep inside and started to rail him. He asked me to be slower. Honestly I started to feel bored after ten minutes, I needed a raw fuck. So I became aggressive again. He was moaning loudly asking me to stop. I pulled my tool out. I saw something in his eyes, which told me he was ready for revenge. Within a catch eye he positioned himself behind me and tossed me onto my stomach on the bed. He didn’t wait a second he was in me and gave it back. Haha, maybe he didn’t know, I love to be railed and destroying my hole just gave more pleasure. He fucked me for a while when he said: Sorry couldn’t cum but please breed me. I am a polite guest in a foreign country where I am hosted, so if anyone local ask me, I must accomplish it. I ordered him on his four and without any hesitation I pushed my cock inside him and started to fuck him aggressively again. Then both of us were moaning loudly. I yelled at him to beg for my load and repeatedly said he wanted me to breed him. And then my cock exploded. He jerked his cock like a crazy and started to come so quickly that I couldn’t jump on it. But I had enough time to get it and swallow the majority of his seed. He left soon and I headed to find something for lunch. My work (originally I visited the US because of business) started only in the evening, so I was ready for an afternoon adventure. Go back to sniffies. Some conversations again when I found superhot 50 years old latino daddy. Silver beard, hairy chest, well-toned shape, bubble butt. He also had nice thick and huge cock but unfortunately he was only bottom. On the other hand he was looking for a fister. Here I am. I not only love to fist but I am a well-experienced fister and according to the feedbacks I don’t do it wrong. I call a Lyft and was there within 30 minutes. He stayed a fancy apartment house, where only the residents could enter except one of them call the receptionist to let the visitor in. So, it was a bit difficult to reach him but when I did an amazing adventure started. He was totally submissive, however he continuously drove me. Which is especially important regarding fistfuck. Fistfuck is an extreme sensation (at least for me) but l it’s not only a game, it’s a fine art. He started the play with sucking my cock and after a while my turn came to start his hole’s stretching. I started it with fucking him, first slowly but then I was getting even faster. When I felt that he was loose enough, I changed my cock to my fingers. I was going on slowly but surely, step by step. After a while he was ready for my fist. It lasted for 30 minutes when he asked me to punch him. He also asked to bust his balls in the same time. We changed the positions, the intensity and the additional fun. We played for one and a half or two hours when both of us had to leave. Honestly, I felt that his pussy was so shored that he wanted to finish. We started to bait our cocks and finally I came into his mouth.

I was planning on making a live blog today on my hunt taking loads being face down ass up in our house while my partner is out but there were connection issues here 😞 the good part, I took 17 loads total today and they all used my hole so good! the last fuck (before my partner gets to use my cummy hole when he got home) was the boy, who wanted to try using my hole after it took multiple loads and open wide gaping. All the men that used me first fucked my hole, dumped a load, had me clean their cock tasting the cum and my ass juices, some pissed on or in me and left me till my next visitor repeated the actions. When my partner came home he laid me on the sling, fisted my hole hard, made me push out all the loads for him to play with, fed it to me and then dumped 2 more loads in me before calling it a day.

“We really don’t need them” Jeff said to Mike. “Your contract was only for the one album and mine is up in 30 days. The only thing they do for us that we can’t do as well is distribution of hard copy formats and we could contract that out or just go completely digital” “It’s the same with the studio. Now that I’m done shooting the sequel.” Jeff added They had sat down with their money manager/financial planner to review where they were financially. If neither of them ever earned another dime besides the royalties that already had coming in they could not spend it all in three life times. “We also Don’t have anything left to prove” He was rich in his own right without Jeff, though they mostly combined everything now.. Mike had three Grammyphones and Jeff had a total of five from this year and before. Mike had been approached by a five time Tommy winning director/producer and now the songs from the album along with several more he had written as a boy and young man were being adapted into a Broadway musical as well. “”I don't want to retire but I’m tired of having to ask them when I want to do something. They could have turned me down when I brought your music to them. I never want to be in that position again. Besides they don’t really care one way or the other about Gay Issues. It’s just fashionable and profitable to be on our side now” “What do you think of this offer?” Jeff asked It was from a smaller company wholly owned by two gay men. They didn’t have the global reach of the current company and they were not offering as much up front but they were offering a much higher percentage of sales, complete artistic control and they had some interesting and unique marketing strategies. “We want to do Gay Music for Gay People and if the rest of the world likes it all the better” the offer concluded “I like the offer and the thought of total artistic control” Mike said “I will have the lawyers check them out then” Jeff said A couple months later they signed with "Rough Rider Records" and got to work. Their first single. "Give it to me", got banned from radio play in several southern states so naturally it went viral. It’s throbbing beat and more than suggestive lyric playing in every dance club and gay bar on earth and the video breaking “MeTube” quickly becoming one of the most viewed in history featured Jeff and Mike in black and white on a white stage dressed in leather and latex and not bothering to hide the bulging attributes in Mike’s pants on the special “Adult cut” you could only see on adult sites. The Lyrics went: (Billy) I want you. Young and fresh Teach you sins of the flesh Take you. Make you, set you free Blow your mind, Give it to me (Mike) Pretty boy on your knees Open wide. I won't say please Taste me. Touch me, You’ll believe That you should Give it to me (Billy) Find True love? Aww that’s sweet. His first too? It won’t be First time? Be mine. In the sheets Chaste no more. Give it to me (Mike) You should now. No don’t think It’s not love, It’s just kink Be safe? Bareback? We will see Take a risk, Give it to me (Both) It’s your choice, Yes or no There’s no wrong way to go Live life, Be all You can be Take control, Give it to me “Are you really going to release a song about taking someone’s virginity?” Buzz asked when they played it for him. “Mike wrote it and he’s an expert wouldn’t you say?” Jeff laughs slapping the larger man on the ass “This is true” Buzz said with a grin Mike’s hometown had exactly one hotel. A 45 room retreat for hunters and fishers that while rustic in decoration was one of the best rated small hotels in the country. The next nearest hotel was 70 miles of twisting mountain roads away. Somehow Jeff managed to book all 45 rooms for a month “To make sure we have rooms for all the guests”. Then he had mercilessly dragooned everyone they wanted there into promising they would be. Hank and Buzz would be in the wedding and the entire offensive line who were frequent guests at the house tagged along. Luke and Cathy came up to the hotel after Jeff quashed the idea of a camping trip. If it did not involve air conditioning Jeff was NOT camping. Cathay and Jeff became instant best friends and fell to wedding planning. The kids played by the lake shore with seven hulking football players acting as life guards and diving platforms. Luke sat in a lounge and said “Come here” to Mike who, shaking a little, sar as instructed in front of Luke leaning back against him as Luke wrapped him in his arms holding him close. Cathay looked over catching Mike’s eyes nodding with a warm smile. “I wish I had had the balls to do this when we were younger. I’m not sure either of us were mature enough then. You do feel good in my arms though” Luke said kissing his hair Mike searched back through his memories “You know? This is all I ever wanted from you. I have never once had a sexual fantasy about you. I just wanted you to hold me and love me” and something that had been broken in Mike for a long time started to heal. “I’m glad to hear that” Luke laughed “Remember I saw you in the gym shower. Even if I swung that way there is just no way” Mike heard Cathy giggle and ask Jeff “Is he really that big?” “You have no idea” Jeff replied “ But this feels right, something that should have always been. I’m going to store up holding you as much as I can while you are here” Luke said “I need it as much as you do” Mike glanced over at Jeff and Cathy who had identical expressions on their faces. Smiles and tears then he felt a wet drop on his shoulder and realized Luke was crying too. Luke and Mike talked for several hours catching up on everything then Mike heard a voice say “Michel Henry Baxter, This is all very sweet but don’t you think it’s time you introduced me to your husband?” Only one person in the world ever used his full name. “Mom!” Mike said scrambling to his feet and hugging her tight “Don’t break my ribs Son” She said laughing “You must be Jeff, well of course you are it’s not like I have not seen your picture all over everywhere for years” “Hello June. it’s nice to finally meet you in the flesh” They had talked on the phone a few times but had never met. “I thought you were in France! Is Raoul here?” Raoul was the French man she had married after leaving his father. After Mike had grown up they had moved back to his home “No but he sends his best wishes. I do have to tell you your father is in town staying with Garry.” she said with a frown Mike blanched “What is that asshole doing here?” “I’m not sure. I saw him driving in out in front of Garry’s house” she said “I hope he does not think he is coming to the wedding. He is NOT invited” Jeff said hotly. He knew why Mike hated his father. “He would only show up to cause trouble” Mike said “Probably,” June said. She had left the man over his treatment of her son “Any way. On to happier things" and she sat down with Cathey and Jeff, the three as thick as thieves “Cathy is incredible” Jeff said that night in bed after they made love “Not many women would let their husband hold another person like that, so intimately” “”You are just as incredible for allowing it Babe” Mike said kissing him “I have more practice seeing you with others though Luke is the one person I would prefer you never sleep with. He’s the only person I think you love as much as you love me.” Jeff said honestly “In a totally different way maybe” Mike admitted “And I love you more. I survived without Luke I don’t think I could without you” “Good answer” Jeff murmured kissing his husband back About a week later Mike was taking Jeff into the local diner to treat him to “The best sandwich in the world” in his opinion not reacting in any way as they walked past his father sitting in a booth “You’re not even going to say hello?” came the voice from behind them Mike kept walking but Jeff’s hand on his arm stopped him “You have to deal with him. I prefer it not to be at the wedding” and he guided Mike back both of them sitting across from the man “Hello Melvin” Mike said “I’m your dad, can you at least call me Mel?” the man said, wincing. Melvin was short and stocky with a pot belly. He could not look less like Mike if he tried “What do you want?” Mike asked “Son, I have been so wrong, I never meant to hurt you" “Bullshit” Mike said “You spent my entire childhood telling me I ruined your life. Who tells a 5 year old that he had had a paternity test done to make sure I was his?. That my mother was a slut who trapped him into marrying her because of me. If mom had not dumped your ass the first time you hit me I probably would have killed you by now. Every time I saw you after that you bitched about your child support and you spent my teen years calling me a dirty little fag” “I was jealous!” Mel snapped “From the day you were born your mother loved you more than she loved me! I could tell even as a baby you were going to be better looking than me! Then you turned out to be gay and you just went with it like it was something to be proud of! You didn’t have to pretend tp be someone else and marry some girl to make your parents happy! I’m sorry! You have to forgive me eventually though” “No he doesn’t” Jeff said calmly “You have to forgive me is something bad parents say to wipe away what they did and evade the consequences. You were the adult. You knew better. You took your petty little feelings on someone who could not defend himself. Now you are implying that you are gay but that just makes it worse.” “Why don’t you let my son speak?” Melvin shot back “He’s pretty much expressing my feelings Melvin” Mike said coldly “Then there is the question of why now? You have years to try to make things better. Why now? I know you traveled quite a long distance to be here now when you knew Mike would be in town. I have had my people look into you occasionally since I met Mike. Could you be here because your son is a wealthy man now? Maybe because you owe some very nasty people a lot of money? Maybe you think your wealthy son can make your life better?” Melvin looked stunned “How did you know that?” “We have good people Melvin” Mike said “They are going to kill me” Melvin said “How much does he owe?” Mike asked Jeff and Jeff told him “Wow we spent more than that on jet fuel last month. Let’s go get you that sandwich” and he stood walking towards the counter. “Wait! Are you going to help me? This is apparently chump change to you!” “If I had those guys number I would call and tell them where you are” Mike said over his shoulder. “I’ve got it!” Jeff said as he followed Mike “Maybe you should leave town Melvin” Mike was right, it was the best sandwich in the world. Mike and Jeff more or less behaved themselves in Mike’s home town, Hank and Buzz didn’t. There were about 6 guys in their early 20s ti 30s who hung out at the lakeshore. Over the month they were there all six ended up being the meat in a Hank and Buzz sandwich. Each convinced that he was the only one. They would breed Hank and Buzz would breed them. That was the deal. One day they had four of the six guys in bed at various times. The wedding took place on the last day of summer. That high in the mountains the trees were already turning and the evenings had a cold chill in the air. Mike stood looking at the man who had so totally changed his life wondering how he had gotten so lucky. Jeff returning his gaze echoed his thoughts. They said their vows over the soft sound of both moms crying before everyone in the world who mattered to them. Laughing latter as Jeff’s drunk dad flirted with a straight but very polite offensive lineman. Mike’s father was conspicuously absent. Jeff and Mike flew Mike’s mom home and spent a week in the south of France (That adventure coming in a future chapter) then returned home to find bags and bags of mail in the front foyer. “What’s all this?” Mike asked Jeff looked at a few “Apparently its letters from fans wanting to ‘Give it to us” Mike groaned

Part 47: Graham Broken In (Will's Perspective) "I said yes." “Yeah, you did!” Peter shouted. He ran over and hugged me, kissing me. I could feel his hard cock against my own. Is he ever not horny, I wondered. “I’m so happy for you.” “Thanks,” I said. His hands ran down to my ass, squeezing. “I’m so happy for my daddy.” “Peter!” “I’m not going to stop,” Peter said, moving to Dom. “Does that make you my grandpa?” “Call me that, and I’ll make more than your ass bleed,” Dom warned. They all congratulated us. “So, is this just a wedding announcement, or are we going to fuck?” Doctor Wade asked, unbuttoning his shirt. “We’re gonna fuck,” Dom said, pulling his shirt off. “Boy,” he pointed at Lewis, “your ass belongs to me now and forever. It’s time I remind you.” “Yes, Sir,” Lewis said, stripping down. He looked at me and smiled. "I guess we're kinda like brothers." "I guess we are," I told him, admiring his overwhelming enthusiasm. “All the rooms are unlocked,” Doctor Wade said. “No cameras are on in the building, so run around naked and fuck until you drop.” He walked over to Ryan, looking him over. “This man says you’re an impressive fucker,” he said, looking to Graham. “I haven’t had the pleasure of seeing this up close, and as your doctor, I do require personal exams.” “Whatever the doctor wants,” Ryan said, following behind Wade. “You, too,” Wade said to Pastor Kline. “Graham can’t be the only man to experience the Kline sandwich.” “It’s our specialty,” Pastor Kline said, following Wade and his son out of the room. “And what about you Graham?” I asked. “After hearing Ryan talk about Mr. Flanagan’s gifted cock,” Graham said, looking Peter over, “I’d like to see his cumming abilities up close.” “You’re not ready,” Peter teased, “but I’ll happily wow you.” Graham smiled. “But, knowing you’re the man with the potent, toxic cum,” he said, looking to me, “I want you to take a turn on my ass.” “I think the three of us can manage,” Peter said. “But let’s get a different room. This one is going to get out of hand.” I looked back and saw Dom holding Lewis, his cock already inside the young man’s hole. Lewis had his legs wrapped around Dom’s waist, Dom’s hands stretched out, holding him in the air. Dom’s muscles flexed, showing how strong he was. He was using Lewis like a fleshlight, merely an object to fuck, merely a hole to fill. Dom would consider him the model of the perfect faggot. “That’s right,” Dom said, slamming his cock deep inside Lewis who cried out each time. “Take this fucking monster cock!” “Fuck me, Sir!” Lewis cried. “Tear my hole to pieces.” “It isn’t your hole anymore,” Dom told him. “This hole belongs to me. Peter may have found it first, but I’m the man who claimed it. Got that?” “Yes, Sir!” Lewis moaned. “That’s a good faggot.” I followed Graham and Peter out of the room, passing the one Doctor Wade, Ryan, and Pastor Kline had entered. Pastor Kline was lying on an exam table, already naked, his hole on display. “Doctor,” Pastor Kline said, “I think I’m ready for my injection now.” “You’ve got it,” Wade said, naked himself, showing his muscles. “But I’ll need a little help from my assistant.” “Whatever you need,” Ryan said, already stroking his cock to life, fresh toxic precum dripping down his hand. “Let’s see if I can’t help you inject my father’s hole with toxic jizz.” We entered an empty room, similar to the others. There was an exam table at the center, but I noticed that on the walls were pictures of pregnant women. I realized what this room was primarily used for, and I smiled. “You say I’m your daddy,” I said to Peter, walking to the exam table. “That’s not how I look at it.” “How do you look at it?” he asked, Graham watching us. “I impregnated you,” I told him. “You’re carrying my baby inside you.” “Am I?” Peter asked, his hand moving from his bulge to his stomach. “You knocked me up?” “Sure did,” I said. “And I think it’s time for your examination. Get on the table.” “Yes, sir,” Peter said. He stripped off his clothing, revealing his hard cock and the ring hanging at the tip. “That’s a nice PA,” Graham said. “Thanks,” Peter said. “It used to be my wedding ring.” “Fuck,” Graham said, his right hand reaching over to his left, feeling his own wedding ring. “I’d love mine in my cock. I pulled on the underside of the table, revealing stirrups. “Let’s check on that baby growing inside you.” Peter put his legs into the stirrups, giving us a good view of his cock, balls, and hole. “What do you think?” he asked. “Looks good to me,” Graham said, stepping forward, his hands running along Peter’s legs. They moved along his thighs, his right reaching down to his hole while his left moved to Peter’s hard cock. His wedding ring hit against the ring in Peter’s cock. “How’s that feel?” “Fucking great,” Peter said, pinching his nipples. His cock was already leaking precum, coating Graham’s hand. “Did you already cum?” Graham asked, slowing his pumping. “Just leaking pre,” Peter told him. “Fuck,” Graham said, admiring the amount. He released Peter’s cock and inspected his hand. He looked down at Peter, making eye contact, and licked his hand, his tongue stopping on his ring. “Fucking delicious.” Peter moaned, smiling. “Don’t stop. Jerk my cock. Fill my hole.” Graham turned and looked at me. “Are you ready to knock my ass up like you did his?” “More than ready,” I said, pulling my shirt off. Graham and I stripped down. I was completely naked, but Graham stood before us in lace panties. They were black and hugged his ass, making his ass look as if it was sculpted from marble. Ryan was right. This man’s ass was incredible. “You like?” Graham asked, noticing my leering. “What do you think?” I said, looking down at my hard cock. “Holy fuck,” Graham said, staring at my monster. While there was lust in his eyes, there was fear on his face. “8 inches,” I told him, grabbing my cock, squeezing so a bead of precum dripped out. I caught it on my finger and held it out to Graham. He leaned forward, my finger slipping inside his mouth. He moaned, my finger slipping out over his lips. “How’s that taste?” Graham smiled. “Tastes potent,” he said. “Tastes like everything I’ve ever wanted.” “You better be sure,” I told him. “As you just heard, this cock converts men into toxic whores.” “Sure does,” Peter said, reaching down and feeling his own hole. “Fuck, your strain runs through my body. You’ve made me into this horny, perverted slut!” “You’ve always been that man,” I told him. I looked at Graham, seeing that his fear was gone. “I just intensified what was already inside you.” I stepped closer to Graham, his cock hard, hitting against my own. “What about you?” I asked. “What kind of man are you?” “I’m a cheating faggot cumdump,” Graham said. “And I need you to infect me.” “Then let’s go,” I said. “Suck my cock.” Graham knelt to the ground, slipping my leaking cock into his mouth. Fuck, he knew what he was doing. Having just met the man, I knew almost nothing about him. Had he fucked men before he met Ryan? Has he always been a bottom slut? Has he always wanted to be pozzed? We were about to find out. “That’s right,” I told him. “Fuck, your mouth is incredible.” As Graham sucked me off, I leaned over between Peter’s legs and started sucking his cock, filling my mouth with his copious amount of precum. What I collected I spat in my hand and used it to lube Peter’s hole. “Fuck,” Peter moaned. “Open me up, daddy. Oh, I mean, sir.” Peter’s cock was drowning me in precum, and I could feel myself coating Graham’s mouth. “That’s good,” I told Graham, pulling my cock out of his mouth. I had some of Peter’s precum in my hand. “Turn around,” I told Graham. Graham turned around, showing me his incredible ass once again. It looked incredible in the lace panties. I used to watch porn where women dressed like this, taunting men with their big, juicy asses. Now, I had a man with just as much meat. He pulled the panties down, revealing his puckered hole. Even though Ryan had been fucking Graham for a few weeks, his hole still looked tight. “Beautiful hole,” I said, smearing Peter’s cum over Graham’s ass. As I did, I stuck my finger inside his hole, holding him still as he bucked. “If you’re going to take my cock, you’re gonna need to open up more.” “I know,” Graham said. “But I won’t be mad if you make me bleed a bit.” “Oh, you’ll bleed,” I told him. “And it feels great,” Peter said. I got four fingers inside Graham’s hole, his body adjusting. I loved feeling his ass, massaging the firm muscles. He clearly took great care of himself. I leaned forward, burrowing my mouth into his hole, tasting him. “Oh, fuck!” he moaned, reaching out and grabbing Peter’s legs. “That’s it. Keep going.” I pushed in further, feeling his ass cheeks against my own cheeks. He was truly cleaned out. There was hair around his hole, spreading out to his cheeks. When I was done, every hair was stuck to his skin, plastered by my spit and Peter’s precum. “Let’s get going,” I said, leaving Graham’s ass. “You fuck Peter, and I’ll fuck you.” “Another sandwich,” he said. “Well,” I said, grabbing his ass, “when you’ve got the meat…” “It’s time to stuff this meat,” Graham said. He moved between Peter’s legs, his cock slipping between his cheeks. “Oh, fuck yeah!” Peter moaned. “Keep going, fucker! Fill my ass!” "The patient needs a deeper examination," I told Graham. “Fuck, you feel incredible!” Graham moaned, his hands running over Peter’s body. “You feel better than my wife’s pussy.” “Every man’s ass is better than any woman’s pussy,” Peter said. “I wouldn’t know,” I told them, aiming my cock at Graham’s hole, my hands grabbing his ass, pulling his cheeks apart. “I’ve only ever fucked strong, tight, male ass.” “And I can’t wait for you to feel mine,” Graham said, shoving his cock all the way into Peter’s ass. The panties strained around his cock and my intrusion in his hole. I loved the feeling of the lace on his body, so delicate, so strong. “Fill my ass!” Peter shouted, his cock jumping, large streams of precum dripping down his shaft. Graham scooped up the precum, filling his palm, and licked it clean. “How’s that taste?” “Delicious,” Graham said, licking between his fingers. “It tastes like testosterone. Like masculinity.” “Damn right,” I whispered into Graham’s ear, slamming my hips into his ass, bottoming out, and causing him to cry out. “FUCK!” Graham cried, his cock slamming into Peter’s hole. His chest heaved, head tilted back, mouth open wide. Peter gasped, his cock shooting out ropes of cum, covering his entire chest and stomach, several shots covering Graham. “What the fuck!” Graham said as he came down from his momentary high, watching as Peter came. “Did you just—” “Cum?” Peter asked, gasping. “Yeah. Sure did.” “And he’ll be ready to cum again once you are,” I told Graham. "Milk him for all the cum you can. He never runs dry." "So far," Peter said, catching his breath. "But I'd like to test that theory." “So, what do you say?" I asked. "Are you ready to fuck more cum out of him?” Graham looked down at Peter’s cum-covered body and smiled. “I sure fucking am,” he said. Graham pulled off my cock and slammed into Peter, fucking himself as he fucked Peter. His ass felt incredible on my cock, milking me with his muscular ass. My hands ran up his back, feeling the muscles, admiring how they moved as Graham fucked his hardest. I was in love with Dom, but I could see why someone would fall in love with someone like Graham. It was easy to see how women fell for Graham and why Ryan had fallen for him. Once he was pozzed, he’d convert dozens, if not hundreds, of holes with ease. The same with Peter. Two married men who wanted something more, wanted to live their lives on the edge, using their cocks to convert. They wanted to live according to their temptations, just as I had. Look where it brought. I was a poz top, converting men into the pigs they've always wanted to be. It was my true calling. Dom had made me into this man. No, Dom had brought out the man who was already inside me. “Fuck,” Graham moaned. “You’re hitting my prostate.” “Mine too,” Peter said, his cock leaking again. “I’ve got to milk everything I can out of you,” I said, fucking his ass harder. I loved getting the chance to fuck a new ass. Graham’s, while not a virgin hole, felt incredible. “I’m jealous Ryan gets to play with you all the time.” “I’ve seen your man,” Graham said. “He looks even better than me.” “Dom is great,” Peter said, breathing hard, hand pumping his cock. “but you’re a god in your own right.” “I just can’t wait till I get a chance at him fucking the shit out of me.” “He’ll love filling you,” I told Graham. “Just like I am now!” I slammed deep inside his body, erupting my toxic cum into his guts. “Fuck, yeah!” Graham cried out, grabbing Peter’s legs. “Milk me!” Take my neg load!" "Take my toxic jizz!" I shouted, holding Graham's body close, feeling his muscles moving as his body ridded itself of his inferior cum. “Oh, shit!” Peter cried, his cock erupting once again. His cum shot like a geyser, reaching high in the air, splattering on his body and all over the exam table. “Fill my hole. Breed me!” The three of us cried out as we came, filling holes with cum, neg and poz. Peter’s hole milked Graham’s cock as Graham’s cock milked mine. Our cries died down, the room smelling of sweat and cum. Graham fell forward, landing on Peter’s body, covering himself in Peter’s cum. I pulled myself out of Graham’s hole, watching as pink cum leaked out. “How does it look back there?” Graham asked. “Looks good,” I said, shoving a finger inside, rubbing the cum around his hairy hole. “How’s it look on your end?” Graham looked down at Peter who smiled. “Looks fucking great.” Graham leaned forward and kissed Peter, tasting the cum. "Looks like you've all had a good time." We turned and found Dom standing in the doorway, his cock still inside Lewis's hole. Cum ran down his legs, proving multiple loads had been given. "It's always great breaking in a new hole," I said, slapping Graham's ass. "Welcome to the brotherhood," Dom said. __________________________________________________________________________________________ This was an unexpected chapter, but I assumed you'd want a scene at the doctor's office. We'll move into the final chapters next, tying up whatever ends that exist. I'll try to leave some things open just in case I want to come back to this story, but I'll try to give you something like a conclusion. I'm still considering spin-offs. Not sure if I want multiple or one that contains whatever stories I might want to tell. Who knows. For now, I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Till next time.

Met up with a daddy BBC the other morning. Got to his place and he had me start sucking him. Then he told me to get on the bed and lean over the edge so he could throat fuck me. After deep throating his cock for a bit I rode his cock and got my first load. He kept fucking me, pulling out out occasionally to tease my hole and fuck me with his thumb. He told me his load was leaking out. He kept fucking me in a few different positions but wasn’t able to get a second load. I went home and met up with a DL Latino dude. We’ve been talking for awhile and have never been able to meet up. He got to my place and has me suck his uncut cock until he was hard. Then he fucked me doggie style before dumping a big load in with the load that was already in my ass. He got dressed and left. I was leaking the rest of the day 😈.

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.

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).

PT 2 I was ready to continue, but I had commented on one of the guys profiles on here because he was poz, not taking meds.. Apparently I offended him for his desire to happily spread disease so I got a warning from admins of this site.... no consideration taken about the fact that he offends me by happily wanting to spread disease. I will happily fuck and be fucked by guys who are poz but undetectable because they are taking meds. But why try to spread HIV by knowingly and actively not medicating? Not taking meds offends me and every other guy who is doing the 'right thing' and I get a warning? Sorry guys, I cannot cointinue my story on a site who aggressively attacked me and gave me a warning for telling a guy that by not taking meds and Shame on you Breedingzone. I shall just continue to post my stories under author name 'Ben Dover' on Amazon Kindle. And kudos to all yoiu amazing guys who are poz but are taking care of yourselves by taking your meds and being responsible...happy fucking, and shame on you Breeding Zone for supporting the opposite!!!! If BreedingZone give me an apology for their one-sided discrimimation ( I offended him, how about the fact that he offended me and all of you out there doing the right thing) then I will continue the story. Otherwise.... Block me. All my mates with HIV say there is nothing romantic or arousing about being poz, and by supporting a guy or not taking meds but happily fucking around is disgusting.

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......

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

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

I spent the long weekend in Key West. So I will talk about my adventures there in one post. Here you are. Sixth day (15 Friday) I don’t want to make you bored but the trip to Key West was an amazing experience. I borrowed a car (anyway the agent was hot AF but he wasn’t too nice, and I wasn’t brave enough, so I put my ass into the car and not onto his cock) and drove through the motorway. Driving in the middle of the Atlantic is priceless. I stopped many times, so the normally long 3 and a half hours long drive lasted the double. The hotel was nice, typical Key West building. I checked in, found my room and occupied it. I just dropped my stuff on the floor and immediately went on the sniffies. I just started to map the folks around me when a late fifty bearish guy texted. He was riding nearby and was eager a load. I had doubts but he was very convincing. He arrived soon and just stepped in when he went immediately onto his knees, tugged down my shorts and took my cock deep into his mouth. He gave me a so intense blowjob that I was getting close to come. So I stopped him. He stopped and stared at me with a devilish grin. I assumed he would turn back and pull himself onto my cock. But he tossed me back onto my back. I had no time to think over what would happen with me when squirted some lube onto his cock and he was deep in my hole. I was surprised but it’s needless to say that I enjoyed it. He fucked me intensely but after a while he stopped, pulled his dick out and started to suck me again. That’s enough, I said, jumped up, bent him over and started to eat his musky ass. Grabbed the lube, he understood the sign and sniffed from the brown bottle. I shoved it inside without hesitation. I decided to fuck him without interruption until I could deposit my all day load. I fucked him quite long when I felt I was close. ‘Do you want my load’, I asked him. ‘Fuck yeah breed my hole. Fill up my poz hole with your neg load.’ Okay, that was the key word. I exploded inside. ‘Welcum in Key West’ - he said and sent a grin. He grabbed his stuff and turned back. ‘I hope we’ll meet soon’. I hope so - I replied. Any idea for places to visit. He mentioned some but he especially offered One Saloon with Cock Shock at Friday midnight. I went to explore the town and after a short sightseeing I headed to On Saloon. It was only 11 pm and almost empty. I was surprised and curious if it would be full. And yes, nit much before midnight it was full. I wore shorts and t-shirt but seeing the crowd and some undressed guests, I pulled down my clothes and stayed in a jockstrap and harness. I grabbed my glass and positioned myself into the middle of the crowd. I pointed out a guy earlier, we had the eye contact so I hoped we would have something. I stood in front of him with my back. He said I was really cute and started to smear my ass. He said that he hoped I would participate in the competition during the cock shock. This program is very funny. There are more events, e.g., sexiest guy under 40, sexiest guy above 40, sexiest hairy body, most beautiful balls, most beautiful soft cock, hard cock. The guy encouraged me to participate in it and his finger touched my hole and was inside soon. The sexiest above 40 was the next. Only one guy applied for it so I followed the guy’s advice and joined him. Finally we were three but a sexy bear won not me. I wasn’t disappointed because I was sure that I would win in another event. And it came, the most beautiful balls. And fuck yeah I won. I was happy because I hoped it would be payed off with some sex. The hard cock event was exciting, especially the fluffer part when volunteers tried to suck hard the cock. Surprisingly they weren’t too successful. After the even, the majority of the guests left, but a couple of guys went to the dark room. I found myself soon in the middle of a small circle sucking cocks. After a while I stood up offering my hole. After that I was fucked while I was sucking dicks. Two guys came into my mouth. Luckily at least one bred me. Seventh day (16 Friday) Next day I spent my time with sightseeing and exploring cruising spots. Unfortunately the latter one was not successful because I was the only one there. In the evening the guy texted me that he wanted to repeat. He hosted and invited me. When I arrived he said he wanted us to fuck each other. And we did. We spent together two-three hours and continuously fucking each other. We changed the positions trying many. Finally he said that he wanted to pay back and started to fuck me hard. Then he said now my poz load is coming to your neg hole. And then he stated to deposit his poz load in me. After a short chitchat I left but I was still horny. So I went back to one saloon. It was almost empty. Behind the dark room was a patio where people can have sex. A hobo sat there and an older guy was riding on him. Both of them looked bored but the situation was horny so I pull my cock out and started to bate slowly. When the bottom finished I went closer and could realise that the hobo had an impressive tool. I started to suck him. I exposed my ass so he could play with my hole. When he felt the cum in me, he turned me and pulled onto his cock. I rode him until he added his load to the poz one.

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.”

Hi everybody! I’ve written a lot of erotic fiction elsewhere, but this is my first story on Breeding Zone. I’m sure a similar setup has been done in the past, but I thought this would be a fun saga to write. The premise is the path of a virus making its way from person to person, claiming more and more victims (both willing and unwilling). Enjoy! Patient 1: Sam The summer of 1983 was off to a sweltering start. Sam had moved to San Francisco three years ago, but he couldn’t remember a hotter period in the city. He’d stayed inside as much as possible, glued to the small AC unit in the bedroom window of his tiny apartment. Of course, that awful flu from last week certainly hadn’t helped. He’d come down pretty suddenly with a raging fever and horrible muscle aches, confined to his room for almost two weeks. He could barely get out of bed, let alone out into that summer heat. Now that he was feeling better, he was looking forward to finally getting laid. It had been too long since he’d had sex. The last guy he’d fucked had been this totally hot flight attendant he’d met on a flight back to his hometown in Alabama. The guy was a total DILF: mid-30s, blonde hair, thick mustache like a caterpillar. The second Sam stepped on the plane he knew he was gonna fuck this guy. They were barely off the ground before the attendant slipped Sam a note asking him to meet him in the first-class lavatory. When he arrived, the guy already had his cock out of his pants and was stroking it. “Get on your knees,” he said. Sam complied, dropping to the ground and taking the man’s cock into his soft mouth. He sucked him hungrily, bringing the guy’s cock to full, beautiful hardness within seconds. “Bend over the sink.” The man pulled his pants down to the ground. His cock sprang out, wet and hard. Sam had only bottomed once or twice before, but this cock was too delicious to pass up. He unzipped his pants, releasing his throbbing cock from his briefs. He stroked it in his hand as he felt the head of the man’s cock rubbing up against his hole. Then it was pushing its way in, tearing up his insides as it sank deep inside. A little lube would have been nice, though Sam never used lube himself when he was the one doing the fucking. He preferred the natural, slick wetness of a man’s insides. The flight attendant fucked him roughly, grabbing his hips and thrusting him back against his cock. Precum dripped out of his cock, which bounced wildly with every thrust. “Such a tight hole,” the man said with a smirk. “You a virgin?” “Mmph… I’m a top… ugh…” moaned Sam. The man laughed, then picked up the pace, fucking him harder. “Sure you are.” Sam just moaned. The cock was rubbing up against something inside him, and as he stroked his cock, he could feel his orgasm just around the corner. But before he could shoot off, the man shoved his cock deep inside him and groaned. “Take that load… fuck yeah,” said the flight attendant as his cock pulsed inside Sam’s hole. He could feel every burst of the man’s seed as it worked its way deep inside his rectum. It was just what he needed to push him over the edge, spraying his own load over the bathroom mirror as he let out a cry. But that had been a month ago. He stayed with his parents in Alabama for the next couple of weeks, which left him no time (and very little options) for cruising. Then, the second he stepped foot back into the city, he’d been hit with that awful flu. Sam hadn’t gone this long without having sex since he’d lost his virginity at 18. He knew he was a bit of a late bloomer, but he’d wasted no time making up for it over the next three years. At 21, he was still in his sexual prime. He was tall and trim, with a body he’d worked hard for and a pretty sizable dick he’d been blessed with. He practically lived at the baths, spending his evenings after work pumping iron and cruising the sauna. He’d gotten off in more guys than he could count, getting his dick sucked and blowing a load in whichever naive bottom just moved to town. Now it was a Sunday morning, bright and hot as ever. He’d used up his sick pay calling out the last two weeks, so he knew he’d have to go back in tomorrow. Today was his last chance to get laid before the workweek. He pulled on a pair of white jockey Y-fronts and some cutoff jean shorts, his dark brown bush peeking out from the top. A lot of guys these days had started shaving, but he loved how manly he felt with a full, dark bush. There was something so hot about seeing a guy’s nose buried in his pubes. Since it was too hot to wear much more than that outside, he tucked a tank top into his back pocket and headed out the door. As soon as he stepped outside he felt the sun beating down on him. Sweat dripped down his chest, practically steaming off of his hot skin. For a moment he wondered if he was still slightly feverish. Perhaps he should stay home after all. But his cock was too busy leading the way, so he wiped his brow and set off in the direction of the baths, already dreaming of slipping into the cold pool. When he turned the corner, the sight of the man at the end of the block almost made him stop in his tracks. He was short and thick, a perfect mix of muscle and curves that Sam loved on the guys he fucked. Forget the skinny twinks–Sam was all about having something to grab onto while fucking. The guy wore a black tank top and baseball cap, which showed off his dark tan skin and beefy chest. As he got closer, Sam could see that he was probably Latino. He had a thin black mustache on his upper lip, and he was looking right at Sam with a gleam he recognized all too well. They slowed down as they passed each other, each turning their heads to check the other out. Sam got a look at the guy’s ass, which looked full and fuckable in a pair of black workout shorts. He locked eyes with the guy again, who smiled and beckoned him with a subtle nod. The chase was on. Sam turned on his heels, following the hot Latino man down the street. He was growing hard at the anticipation of sinking into that tight hole. He shoved his hand down his Y-fronts to adjust himself, then grinned as the man looked back and saw him. The guy kept walking for another couple of blocks before turning down a street lined with a row of apartments. After a minute, he stopped in front of a tall rust-colored building. Without looking at Sam, he walked up the stairs to the entrance and unlocked the door. For a second, Sam thought he’d disappeared inside without him, but as he made his way up the steps, he could see a hand holding the door open. He put his hand on the other man’s, feeling his soft, warm skin as he slipped inside the apartment and the door shut behind them. Without a word, he followed the guy up the stairs. The man’s ass was an inch away from his face, jiggling deliciously in those black shorts. He stuck his nose in close and breathed deeply, inhaling the man’s musk. He’d have his tongue deep in there in a minute, he was sure. The man stopped on the third floor in front of one of the apartment doors. He turned and smiled at Sam. “Dario,” he said. “Excuse me?” The guy laughed. “Dario. It’s my name.” He had a little bit of an accent that Sam found incredibly sexy. “Oh. I’m Sam.” Dario bit his lip. “Sam… would you like to come inside?” Would he ever! He put his thumb on Dario’s lip, pulling open that soft mouth. He slipped it inside to feel the wetness of Dario’s tongue. Dario closed his mouth around it, sucking on Sam’s thumb like it was an audition. “Fuck yeah,” he said. He grabbed the back of Dario’s head and pulled him in for a kiss. His tongue invaded Dario’s mouth, wrestling for dominance. His hands slid into Dario’s shorts and squeezed that thick, juicy ass. He could feel the heat rising in him, urging him to seed this bottom. But before his fingers could make their way into the holy land, Dario broke the kiss. “Follow me,” he said breathlessly. He opened the door and walked inside the apartment, leaving Sam to follow. The place was small but intimate. It looked like Dario lived alone–good. No interruptions, then. Dario stripped off his tank top. He was smooth all over, a thin layer of sweat covering his light brown skin. Sam reached forward and grazed his fingertips against Dario’s skin. He rubbed his thumbs over the man’s nipples. Dario shuddered and leaned his head back, exposing his neck for the taking. Sam leaned in and ran his lips against Dario’s ear. “What are you into?” he whispered. He was playing with Dario’s nipples, enjoying hearing the bottom boy moan. “Whatever you want,” whimpered Dario. He smiled. Right answer. He latched onto Dario’s neck, kissing and licking and biting him as his hands groped the man’s ass. He reached his fingers underneath Dario’s shorts to feel the rough band of a jockstrap. He pulled it back and let it smack against Dario’s ass, making the man moan again. Then he slid his fingers downward, prying apart those sweaty cheeks to find the sweet hole between them. Dario let out a whimper as Sam’s fingertip brushed against his hole. He gently rubbed the outside of it, feeling the smoothness. Smooth holes always made him rock hard. He stuck the tip of his finger inside and wiggled it deep. “Oh, fuck,” said Dario. Sam cut him off with a kiss. His tongue was rough, fighting its way inside the little Latino bottom. He needed to be inside him and he needed to be inside him now. “Bedroom,” he said gruffly. Dario grabbed his cock through his jean shorts, leading him through the living room to a smaller room at the back. The room was dark and hot, with blackout curtains cutting off the light. A fan was running at full blast, but it did little more than swirl the hot air around the room. “Sorry there’s no AC,” said Dario. “Get on the bed.” Sam pulled off his shorts and underwear, letting his dick spring free. Dario laid back against the bed, but when he reached to grab Sam’s dick, Sam grabbed his hands. “No touching,” he said. “You have rope? Handcuffs?” Dario reached into his bedside table and pulled out a pair of cuffs. “Perfect. Now turn around.” He took the cuffs from Dario, then watched as Dario lay flat on his stomach, arms outstretched. Good boy. He put the handcuffs on Dario’s left wrist, then looped it through the headboard before attaching it to his other wrist. He was leaking like mad, leaving a trail of precum on Dario’s lower back. He pulled off Dario’s shorts to reveal his smooth hole. The boy’s ass was so big it looked like the jockstrap could barely contain it. He grabbed his cheeks and pried them apart, mouth watering as he ran his tongue over that tight pucker. Dario was moaning like crazy now, writhing against the bed as he ate him out. He loved eating a boy’s pussy. They were like putty in your hands if you knew how to work your tongue in their hole. But his cock was hard and angry. It wanted in. He rubbed his cock against Dario’s hole and put his mouth against the bottom’s ear. “You want this dick inside you.” It wasn’t a question. “Yes,” whispered Dario. But just as he was about to shove it into that warm, wet slice of heaven, he heard the words that made his blood run cold. “There’s a condom in the drawer.” Sam growled. He had never used a condom in his life. He sure as hell wasn’t about to start now. “I don’t do condoms.” “But haven’t you heard?” Dario looked back at him, eyes wide. “Heard what?” “There’s that thing going around. A virus. My friend in New York was telling me about it. He gave me a pamphlet.” Dario nodded towards the nightstand. It held a small white pamphlet with black lettering that read How to Have Sex in an Epidemic: One Approach. “It says you could get it from getting fucked,” said Dario. Sam huffed. “Well, I don’t get fucked. I fuck. So you don’t have to worry about me, baby–I’m clean.” He rubbed his cock against Dario’s hole again, hoping to make the bottom forget about all this condom nonsense. “Mm.. oh fuck.. It’s not… look, man, I hate it too. But you gotta put one on, okay?” Sam sighed angrily. He was half tempted to just walk out of there, leave Dario handcuffed, and find some bottom at the baths who actually knew how to fuck the way God intended. But the boy looked so fucking hot there, handcuffed and helpless. And that hole had tasted so good… maybe it would be worth it, just this once. “Fine. Where are they?” Dario nodded his head to the nightstand drawer. Sam pulled out a roll of condoms, looking at them in disgust. What was he, a fucking hetero? All this condom talk was making his dick limp. He tore off one of the condoms and set it on the table. He climbed further up the bed, grabbed Dario’s head, and turned it to the side, then shoved his cock deep inside the guy’s mouth. He face fucked him for a minute, getting his dick nice and wet and back to full mast. Finally, when he felt hard as a rock, he ripped open the condom and rolled it down onto his cock. “There’s some lube-” “I don’t need lube,” said Sam. He spit on his hand and rubbed it around the edge of the condom. Then, in one fell swoop, he shoved his cock deep inside Dario’s asshole. “Oh, fuck! Dude, you gotta take it easy,” pleaded Dario. So, maybe he was punishing him a little. So what. He deserved it, what with all that condom bullshit. He pulled his dick out halfway, then rammed it back inside. “Oh! Oh, Jesus,” Dario whimpered. Sam rammed his cock in and out, in and out. He was dripping sweat from his forehead onto Dario’s back, running down that beautiful skin and pooling in the man’s lower back. He leaned down and kissed Dario, thrusting his cock deep inside him again and again. He could feel Dario whimpering in his mouth, no doubt struggling as Sam’s cock tore him up inside. But Sam had enough experience to know that soon enough Dario would be begging him for more. He grabbed the back of Dario’s head and shoved him face-first in the pillow, plowing the man’s hole with reckless abandon. “Take that cock you fucking faggot,” he moaned. Dario’s hole was unbelievably tight, but he couldn’t shake the feeling of how much better it would be raw. The condom felt tight around the head of his dick, making his cock feel less sensitive. He fucked him harder and faster, channeling his rage into his cock. The condom got tighter and tighter around the head of his cock until it was almost too much to bear. Then he felt it–that glorious pop. The condom had snapped. “Oh fuck…” he moaned. His cock felt like heaven inside Dario’s hole. Now there was nothing between the sensitive head and Dario’s warm, wet insides. There was nothing holding him back anymore. He pulled his cock out and thrust it back in, rubbing his cockhead across Dario’s wet fuck chute. “Ugh… Oh… That feels so good,” Dario moaned. “You like that? Like being fucked by a real man?” “Ugh.. yeah… the-the condom’s still on, right?” Sam rolled his eyes. “Of course it is.” “Uhh… are you sure?” He smacked Dario’s ass, making the flesh jiggle. “Don’t worry about it. Now squeeze your ass on my dick.” Dario put his face into the pillow and arched his back up, squeezing his tight hole around Sam’s dick. “Deeper,” he moaned. Sam smirked as he started fucking him again. These bottoms were so stupid. A little bit of dominance and they’ll do anything you say. He couldn’t wait to paint this boy’s insides with his nut, just like God intended. He was fucking him roughly again, lost in the animalistic heat of the moment. His skin felt like it was on fire, hotter than it had been when he was feverous just a few days ago. He slammed his hips against Dario’s cheeks, holding onto the jockstrap like a horse’s reigns as he fucked the shit out of this boy. “Ugh… oh slow down, that hurts…” He ignored him, picking up the pace as he felt his orgasm build. The only thing that mattered now was his own pleasure. He needed to spill his seed, to breed this boy and mark him as his own. He needed to plant his seed so deep inside of Dario that he would be a part of him forever. “Ugh… fuck… I’m coming!” He wrapped his arms around Dario’s chest, squeezing the boy tightly as he blew his load inside him. His cock was planted as far in as it could go, and he felt nothing but ecstasy as it filled the boy’s rectum with cum. He could feel his cock throbbing, pulsing with his heartbeat. He collapsed onto Dario’s back, his cock twitching as it released its last few dribbles of cum. He put his nose in Dario’s hair and breathed in the boy’s scent. It smelled clean and fresh, like a flower waiting to be defiled. Another job well done. “That was fucking hot,” said Dario, his back heaving as he breathed heavily. Sam pulled his cock out of Dario’s hole, relishing one last feel of the boy’s insides. There was a light pink froth on the outside of the condom, a beautiful mixture of cum and a little bit of blood that he sometimes saw when he pushed a bottom to his limits. When he pulled his cock all the way out, he could see the tip of the condom hanging precariously off. He laughed to himself. “What’s so funny?” Dario asked, turning his head to smile at him. Sam ripped off the condom and tossed it in the wastebasket by the bed. “Nothing. Let’s get you off.” He wasn’t a total douchebag, after all. Just because he cared more about his own pleasure than anyone else’s didn’t mean he didn’t like helping bottoms get off. He released Dario from the handcuffs, then turned the boy on his back and kissed him. His hand traced down Dario’s chest, squeezing his meaty pecs and pinching his dark brown nipples. He trailed down the smooth, sweaty skin of his pecs and stomach until his hand reached underneath Dario’s ass, where he slipped his fingers in the boy’s hole once more. “Ahh,” Dario hissed. “It’s a little sore.” Sam kissed his neck. “Cum for me, baby,” he whispered. Dario pulled his cock out of the jockstrap pouch, tugging on it as Sam fingered him deeply. He was working the cum deeper into the boy’s hole, careful to remove any trace of his stealthing. After all, what Dario didn’t know couldn’t hurt him. It wasn’t like there was a real chance of him catching anything anyway. Sam had been to the clinic just a couple of months ago and tested clean. What could he possibly have? “Ugh… oh god, yes,” Dario moaned. He was jerking his cock, his hole gripping Sam’s finger like a vice. Sam shoved his finger in as deep as it would go and wiggled it around. “Cum for me. Now!” Dario cried out as his cock began to spurt. The cum flew up and hit him on the chest, covering those beautiful brown nipples in sticky white seed. Sam kissed him, ravaging the boy’s prostate with his finger as he rode the orgasm. God, he loved breeding these boys more than anything but diddling them to completion was a reward all unto itself. He watched the cum spurting out of Dario’s cock less and less until it was just a dribble. “Wow,” Dario whispered once he’d finished cumming. “That was incredible.” Sam smirked. He pulled his finger out of Dario and sucked it clean. He loved the taste of a boy well fucked. Then he pulled on his jean shorts, stuffing the Y-fronts into his pocket. “Can I see you again?” asked Dario. He pulled on his shoes. “I’ll be at the baths if you’re ever up for another round.” It was certainly possible that they’d hook up again, but not very likely. Sam didn’t like to plow the same field too many times–there were so many other holes to conquer. Still, best to let him have a bit of hope. As he left Dario’s apartment, he felt a sudden burst of energy. Instead of heading home, he set off in the direction of the baths. He’d be ready to go again in minutes, of that he was sure. That month off sex had really shaken him. He needed this, a reminder that he was a man meant to breed. Now that he’d gotten off on his latest conquest, he knew there was a whole world out there just waiting to be conquered.

This it partly a true story. Sorry English is not my first language. I was 23 first time i meet Master, I meet him on Grindr. I had only tried weed and coke. I’m 170cm and 60kg so am skinny. We met at his place and had a good time, he was smoking of a glass pipe and asked if I wanted some, but politely declined. When he was fucking me he stopped and smoked some more. At some point he gave me a shotgun and whit out thinking I took it. He did that a couple of times, and then I was hoked. We meet a couple of times after that and I gladly smoked. He texted me if I had any plans for the weekend, and I said that I didn’t. He texted back “Be at my place Friday 04:00 pm, I have a surprise for you” I was excited, I was becoming more and more of a pig every time we meet. Friday at noon I got I text from him again “when you come, just go in and get naked. In the hallway I have some gear, put it on, and wait.” So I got to his place, walked in the door and was met whit at black rubber suit, a rubber mask whit only at hole for my mouth and a collar. I put it on and find out that the suit was open for my ass and dick. When I was fully dressed I waited for 5 minutes, then I could hear someone coming towards me. “Hey slut, fuck you look sexy. Can’t wait to give you your surprise” said master. He took me in the collar and led me into another room and placed me on my back on a bed. I could hear him look my collar to a chain and my arms outstretched to some other chains. then he came up to my ear and said “today I’m gonna turn you into a real pig, and I don’t care if you like it or not” and then I could feel something getting strapped to my arm and instantly new was gonna happen. He had slammed himself last time. I tried to stop him but I couldn’t. Then I could feel the needle. “stay still, you are gonna love this pig. I’m gonna get you so fucking high, and use that sexy body of yours”. When he said that I felt the needle getting pulled out and the strap taken off my arm. Then it hit me! It felt like I couldn’t breathe, and started to cough. When I came to I noticed that my legs were at my ears and I had someone fucking me. (more to come)

Chapter 1 - We Meet at Last I’d never met Ian and Nate. A few weeks ago, another buddy of mine had set up a group scene with them where we would fuck and fist each other all night, but something came up and it didn’t happen. This week, I checked in with my regular buddy about getting together with him that weekend. He said he was busy, but Ian and Nate had also contacted him to see if he was available for a party and play weekend. He suggested seeing if they were up for having me over instead. I sent them an email and received a positive response. They told me to plan to be there all night. Their place was remote, tucked away in trees on a nice big lot. I rang the bell when I got there and one of them, I think it was Ian, answered the door. He was wearing a black leather harness and jockstrap, which looked good on him. He welcomed me with a big hug and walked me into the living room. He told me that Nate would be out in a minute. Ian suggested a soak in their hot tub to get started. “I didn’t bring a swimsuit,” I said, fully expecting his answer, “You don’t need one.” I happily stripped off, and Ian removed his harness and jock. “Nate, we’ll be in the hot tub,” Ian shouted down the hall. “I’ll be there in a few,” replied Nate. We walked out the sliders, and Ian and I stepped into the hot tub. Once we were settled in up to our chins, he turned on the jets. We chatted a little bit, and I complimented him on the house and property. “You’ll see more of it in the morning,” he responded. I get T dick, but we hadn’t partied yet, so my cock had sprung to life when we got naked and walked out to the tub. Ian had grabbed it, and I was fondling his ass as we walked. I reached over and felt his hard cock, and he grabbed mine too. We started to make out, too. “Hey, wait for me!” Nate had come out to join us. He was naked and had drinks on a tray for us. A pipe and torch were also ready. Let me tell you about these us. We’re all in our 60s. I was the youngest, and Ian was the oldest. Guys our age have been around for a while, and we know what we like, so I was confident it would be a fun night. Both Ian and Nate had short-cropped white beards. Ian was bald and Nate had a fringe of hair around his hair. They were both marvelously hairy, with gorgeous chest pelts and nice, thick bushes. Also, they both had hairy asses, which are a favorite of mine. Ian was taller and heavier, with a thick cock that looked to be about 7.5” long. Nate’s cock was similar in length but thinner. He was uncut. As for me, I’m clean-shaven, short brown hair, hairy chest, lightly hairy ass, and a 7.5” cock. Nate stepped into the tub and slid over to me. He gave me a kiss and groped my cock as a welcome. He smiled over at Ian and said, “It’s gonna be a good night!” I agreed and nodded my head. “Let’s get this going,” said Ian. He picked up the pipe and torch, expertly melted the crystals, and took a deep hit. I may have been disappointed when he handed the pipe to Nate, but then Ian leaned over and shotgunned the hit with me. We passed the cloud back and forth while making out. When we were done, Nate handed me the pipe and torch. I filled my lungs and shared that with Nate, passing the equipment to Ian. After a short time, Nate said, “Whoa, I was hitting the pipe while you guys were making out. We need to get Ian up to speed.” Ian handed me the pipe again, and I took a deep hit, which I shotgunned with him. Then, we each took a few solo hits to get really spun. The warm, bubbling water, combined with the T and the two hot guys with me had me feeling ready for anything tonight. I instinctively spread my legs open, sliding over to sit on Nate’s lap. His cock had shrunk somewhat, but mine had shriveled to a small nub from the T. No problem since we going to get into lots of assplay tonight. Nate suggested that we go inside. He recommended we hydrate before going in and handed us each a glass from the tray. Given the color and the small amount of liquid in each glass, I knew this was less about hydration and more about getting some G into our systems. We each swallowed down the bright red liquid, and I could taste some of the bitterness of the drug in it. We got out and wrapped ourselves in the robes that were hanging nearby. We went in through a different slider leading to their bedroom. Ian pushed me down on the bed and opened my robe. He knelt between my legs and hooked them over his shoulders. “I’ve been wanting to eat your ass since you walked in the door,” he growled before diving into my hole. He certainly knew what he was doing as my hole opened to his probing tongue. He’d lick around my hole, passing his tongue over my opening. Then, he’d suck on it and work his tongue around the exterior. I gasped in pleasure when he shoved his firm tongue into my ass. He poked and prodded around inside me for a while before returning to do some more work on the exterior. “Great hole. You need to try it,” he said to Nate. So, Ian replaced Nate between my legs. First, he massaged my ass, letting his fingers drift over my hole. I shivered in delight when he did that. Then, he probed my ass with his fingers. First, just one, but quickly adding more. He quickly had two or three fingers from each hand, stretching my hole open. That is when he shoved his tongue into the gash that his fingers had opened up. He got deep inside me with his tongue, using it to moisten and arouse my ass. Ian leaned back and said, “Time for the sling.” I was fine with that idea, so I lowered my legs to the floor and stood up. That was when I felt the effects of the G in the drink. It was all good. “Leave the robe here,” Nate stated. All three robes ended up in a pile on the floor, and now we were all fully naked. Looking at these hairy studs, I knew we’d have an amazing night. They led the way to another room, where the sling was set up in the middle of the space. There was a big TV, a selection of lube and toys, a stool at the base of the sling, a few other chairs, and a bed covered in a protective sheet. Ian directed me to the sling and pushed me down into it. He helped me get my feet in the stirrups, and then they both crouched down in front of my ass. Of course, the sling had me fully exposed to their gaze. “This’ll be fun,” Nate said to Ian, who nodded his agreement. He told Ian to get some porn going and to find a toy to use on me. Ian stood up, said, “The poppers are on the table next to you,” and turned on the TV. He located some bear fisting porn and got that running. He also picked out a toy for Ian to use on me. Meanwhile, Ian was lubing up his hands. Like the rest of his body, his hands and forearm were covered in fur. I love the sensation of a hairy fist plunging in and out of my hole. Somehow, it feels better than a smooth hand. Ian began to work some lube into my ass, inserting chunks of Slam Dunk into my ass. Each new one pushed the previous chunks deeper into me. Then, he looked at Nate and said, “Feed him some clouds.” Nate fired up the torch and stuck the glass cock in my mouth when it was ready. “Just hold this one for now,” he told me. When I exhaled, he put the pipe to my mouth again. He went a few rounds, taking some hits for himself before he sat down on a chair near the stool to watch. Ian applied some more lube to his hands and looked up at me. “Ready?” I nodded, and he worked his four fingers into my ass. With the T and G flowing through me, my hole opened easily for him. “Good pig,” he snarled as he shoved his hand fully inside me.

Very little of our media is owned by the same people or companies that own pharma companies or arms manufacturers. It's true that a few hedge funds, in particular, own big chunks of second-tier print media (ie those beyond the big papers that have overseas bureaus, etc.); for instance, the "USA Today network" of papers. But most of the big papers - and the big television networks - have no overlap in ownership with pharma or arms dealers. Now, one could argue that the billionaires (and multimillionaires) that own these papers have more in common with the big giant corporations, but that's not the same as them being the same corporations. I stand by my point about children, who start out completely self-absorbed and who must develop, if they actually do, a sense of compassion and empathy for others. Donald Trump, for one, never did. I agree that conservatives have (AND STILL DO) shame others who aren't like them - witness the contempt "conservatives" have for immigrants even though they themselves are undoubtedly descended from immigrants. As for "woke people" (and use of that phrase is always a sign of assholes), what you deride as "woke" is simply recognition that concern for others is a sign of a mature individual. The problem isn't a highly diverse world; the problem is the "anti-woke" people in that world who resent that diversity and who are intent on treating people not like themselves differently. The "anti-woke" people demanding recognition of diversity is laughable. What redistributes to the rich is more an issue of stagnant wages for the working class. From about 1980 until well into the pandemic, real wages (after inflation) basically stood still for the vast majority of people with jobs, as opposed to the owner/investor class. But the incomes and wealth of the owner/investors skyrocketed. That wasn't due to inflation, which was mild through most of that period. It was due to tax policy favoring capital over wages; it was due to immigration policy favoring winked-at illegal immigration for manual labor, which depressed wages; it was due to vast increases in productivity (partly through automation/computerization) that ate away at working class positions. I'm glad you're concerned about the flow of money up to the rich, but you have the problem wrong, and the solution wrong. The solution is to return to the tax policies that produced the middle class in the first place. If our adversaries are "antagonized" by us keeping troops and bases in our allies' countries to keep them from being invaded, so be it. That doesn't mean every alliance we have is a good one - our support of right-wing dictators in Central America stands out as a generally bad policy - but that's the nature of alliances. The point is - as it was during the Cold War - to deter our adversaries from attacking and absorbing our allies such that when they DO come to threaten the United States, they aren't massively empowered the way, say, Nazi Germany was. Or the way the USSR was at its height. Health care costs were rising by double-digit numbers every single year before the Affordable Care Act. That increase has been reduced - to on average well under 5%. As for replacing "thinking medical profession" FAR more of that has happened due to private insurers looking to boost profits than the government has ever even contemplated. Ask any doctor who isn't already a right-wing Trumpanzee and he'll tell you that insurance companies and their regulations are the single biggest drag on their practices. Insurance's overhead costs routinely hit 20% (the maximum allowable under the ACA), whereas Medicare and Medicaid's overhead is a tiny fraction of that. Given that the payments allowed under M/M are smaller, you'd think overhead would be a larger percentage, but it's not; it's just cheaper to run a single-payer system with one set of rules than it is to have hundreds of insurers with thousands of differing policies that have to be sorted out. Which is one reason Trump's candidacy is so frightening. In the months before he left office, he tried to radically gut the civil service, removing job protections from all important positions (to make it easier for a new, anti-regulatory regime to gut an agency). Google "Schedule F". His anti-government team - the Steve Bannons and Stephen Millers and the like - is already planning to roll out something similar as soon as Trump takes office (assuming he's re-elected or steals this election). If that happens, the amount of damage an anti-government administration could do in a single term, much less in back-to-back terms, is enormous. Here's the thing: No "swing state" - that is, one where the votes for president are typically separated by 5% or less - is gerrymandered for its congressional or state legislative seats in favor of the Democrats. Several (Ohio, Wisconsin, Georgia, Florida, North Carolina, for example) are heavily gerrymandered in favor of Republicans. Pennsylvania fell into this category as well until just recently, when a court-ordered redistricting brought the state closer into balance away from Republican domination. Looking at the largest states, California's legislative and congressional seats, as well as New York's, fairly closely track the Democrats' share of the popular vote there (in part because both have redistricting commissions). But the largest Republican states (Texas, Florida) have a much higher Republican House and state legislative delegation than the overall balance in the state. The closest thing Democrats have is Illinois, which has far fewer congressional/electoral votes than TX or FL. The clear conclusion is that the Republicans do a lot more gerrymandering than the Democrats. That doesn't mean that some smaller Democratic-majority states don't gerrymander in favor of their own party. But when you're making a delegation 4-2 instead of 3-3, you don't have as much effect as, say, a slightly Republican state like Ohio being districted 12-4 for Republicans (and thus for electoral votes), or Pennsylvania's former spread of 13-5. You're free to disagree, of course. But I'd point out that it doesn't matter whether a right is "god-given" in your view or "government-granted" in mine; if the government doesn't recognize the right, people are shit out of luck. And since I don't believe in "god" - not the murderous, contradictory Judeo-Christian one, at least - I'm not going to accept that my rights come from a mythical being, period (all I care about is whether the society I live in recognizes that right through its government). That's simply false. Government subsidies for green energy are a tiny fraction (especially adjusted for inflation) of what the government has given fossil fuels. If you add up all the mining and drilling concessions on public land, the enormous tax breaks, etc. that fossil fuels have received over the last 150 or so years, green subsidies are a tiny part of that. ESPECIALLY when you consider the cost of environmental degradation that fossil fuels have inflicted on the world. If Big Oil had been required to pay for that, as opposed to ordinary taxpayers, they'd have gone bankrupt long ago. That's a subsidy keeping them afloat. Except that to the extent that there are economic conservatives left, they're mostly Democrats. Republicans have zero concerns about voting for massive tax cuts, even though those are indistinguishable, from a deficit perspective, from spending hikes. Republicans always demand that Democrats offset spending increases (and then rail on them for wanting to increase revenues, or rail on them for cutting tax breaks for the rich). But Republicans ignore any demands that tax cuts be paid for, instead pretending that "growth" is going to offset them. Except that economists are coming around to realize that in a mostly services economy, like ours, government spending does more to stimulate the economy than tax cuts. When we had a manufacturing economy, tax cuts made sense because it meant corporations could invest more in machinery and equipment to become more efficient and produce more stuff. When corporations mostly make money on services, there's only so much you can do to increase throughput or efficiency, and above that, the tax cuts just go in the owners' pockets. Which is why the rich have gotten richer and the workers haven't, for the last 50+ years.

Poz never medicated

I picked up a trans about a month ago we found a quiet place and she fucked me in the back seat of my car

Yes Dad. Now dont mind if I squirm a bit ... just wanna make sure my fuzzy butt is properly positioned

Yep, once diagnosed with AIDS, you always will be classified as a AIDS patient. Happened to me 15yrs ago, do not know, but full blown AIDS. I kinda knew but just ignored it.

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!

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.

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!

I have felt cum traveling through a guy's cock headed towards the exit hole on multiple hookups. HIs cock is thicker than most and there was no doubt in my mind what I was feeling, I wasn't that high, I'm not exaggerating, and I have hooked up with him on multiple occasions just to experience that sensation. One time I just asked him directly, "has any other guy told you they could feel your cum moving through your cock"? He looked at me, rather slyly, and said, "yeah, quite a number of times as a matter of fact" So yes, BZ members who have felt this sensation are not imagining it. You can feel a guy's load.

The usual country side visit around easter. It's a bit in the middle of nowhere, but they have a gay sauna in the next "bigger" city here at least. Went there yesterday, quite horny. Right after arriving I noticed it is quite empty, probably related to early afternoon and weekday. Anyway, went into the steamroom/maze right away to look, what's going on. The steam room is a quite small thing, just more or less one corridor which goes around once in a rectangle shape, so you end up at the glass door of the steam room again, if you walk around once. But there is one part where they put another wall splitting the walk way into two ways and this wall has kind of a window cut out. So I was standing there, leaning on the "window sill" looking who is passing by. Didn't take long and I felt someone touching my whole and working his finger inside. That's the big advantage of this place: the dick is not really accesible because of the wall in front, but the ass. So it is very clear what I'm looking for. Obviously the guy was fine with what he found and was mounting my hole on the spot. He was a bit shorter than me, so I bend my knees a bit to make sure he gets fully inside to bring his load home deeply. And as fast as he mounted me as fast he came: holding me really tight and pushing in really hard a couple of times I could feel my ass is ready for a breeding. I didn't cum, nor did I wank or he wanked me. Right after filling my ass he disappeared, so I was left behind rock hard and a bit of a dripping hole. Decided to continue with some sauna and relaxing time, before looking for another breeding. Also there was almost no one I was really interested in enough to run after. 2 hours of sauna, napping, looking around didn't really help that much. I really needed another fuck. So there was one guy, a bit older than me, slightly hairy, not really my type, but obviously eager enough for a fuck that he followed me immediately into the steam room, after I looked at him and disappeared into the dark. Standing in my favorite spot, it took 10 seconds and I saw him walking by, stopping and waiting in the corner. I leaned forward out of the "window" looking at his dick. Except us there was no one else in the steam room. He walked another round and then I felt already his hand on my ass grabing my hole and my balls. I spread my legs to make clear that I'm ready to take him. But he decided to rim my ass first, which was also good. Probably he noticed quickly that he wasn't the first one to breed that hole, he stopped immediately after a few seconds and pushed his dick inside of me. He kind of fucked me intensily for a while really pushing me hard on his dick, holding my upper body in a tight grip. At the same time wanking me. I didn't want to cum before him, but somehow he worked my ass and dick so hard that I couldn't help it. Then I understood why: the moment I couldn't hold it anymore he flooded my hole as well. Probably he needed me to cum before he could pump his load inside of me. Happily drove home with two loads slowly sipping into my underwear.

Damn Boy... you make my cock so hard and oozing with pre-cum

It all began so innocently. Well, maybe not *innocently*, but I certainly wasn't expecting things to go in the direction they did! I've always had 2 Twitter accounts. The first is a 'vanilla' one where I follow friends and celebrities, and occasionally post about things that are going on in my life. Then there's the second one, the one that I use when I'm horny and want to see naked guys fucking and sucking. I also make it very clear that I want to meet guys in-person for no-strings fun. Hell, I've even posted a bit of content myself, including a 90-second video that a top once took as he plowed my hole with his raw cock and then dumped a load inside me. A year or so ago, as I was perusing the accounts that followed one of the guys I follow, I came across a bug chaser's profile. Curious, I clicked on it, and the sights that greeted my eyes made me instantly hard: big cocks emblazoned with the biohazard symbol plowing and pozzing twinks and daddies alike. I checked out his followers and the people he was following, and soon found myself down a deep rabbit hole of poz guys and chasers. And almost every time I encountered a new profile, I found myself clicking the 'follow' button. Now, my non-vanilla feed is filled with every kind of poz content you can imagine. It's an incredible turn-on to watch guys surrendering to the power of a toxic load. I've beaten off countless times, imagining one of those bottoms was me. But alas, the area where I live is, as best as I can tell, a desert when it comes to unmedicated poz guys. Most of the poz guys are either in the big cities like New York or Chicago, or else they're overseas. Every time I find someone local-ish, whether on Twitter or BBRT or elsewhere, he lists his status as undetectable. Always undetectable. That is, until one day last week. A profile began to follow me and when I checked him out, it appeared that he *might* be local. He followed several other accounts in my area, and they in turn followed him. What's more, he made it very plain that he was HIV positive and proud to be so. Needless to say, I sent him a message, and to my great surprise, I discovered that not only are we in the same state, he lives 2 towns away from me! I didn't hesitate to express my interest and ask if he wanted to meet, and he readily agreed. When I asked if he was willing to poz me, his only response was, "Of course." Holy fuck! So, Thursday after work I found myself at my favorite cum dump motel, getting a room not to wait ass-up for random anonymous tops, but to begin my journey to joining the poz brotherhood. I got naked and cleaned out, slathering my hole with lube as I fervently hoped I wouldn't be ghosted at the last minute. Much to my relief he messaged to say that he had just parked. And, he had a surprise for me. Oh my, what a surprise! I opened the door to not one, but two guys! My new friend introduced himself before introducing the 'Plus 1' he had brought: the man who had gifted him last year! "You'll take my load second," my friend said (we still haven't exchanged names). "Dad here will be the first to infect you." My cock got instantly hard. Seeing this, Dad simply said, "You won't be needing that today." He began peeling off his clothes the moment the door shut behind them. What sprang from his pants as he lowered them took my breath away. His cock, soft, was close to seven inches and punctuated by a 0-gauge PA ring! I had only been fucked by a pierced cock once before, and while I loved it, I couldn't help but feel some trepidation at the prospect of taking on such a thick piece of steel - especially when it was attached to a big piece of meat! My friend stripped as well, revealing a smaller cock, about six inches long and already hard. He sat in a chair in the corner of the room as I dropped to my knees and took Dad's cock into my mouth. I savored his musk mixed with the not-unpleasant taste of the metal ring. It clicked against my teeth as I dutifully worked his cock until it was rock-hard. The entire time, my eyes fixated on the small biohazard tattoo just below his navel. In some ways it almost felt like an out-of-body experience. After this, my life would never be the same. At last Dad was ready and ordered me onto the bed. He wanted me on my back, with my ass at the edge of the mattress. Propping my legs on either side of his smooth, muscular chest, I felt the tip of his cock find my hole and the pressure as he pushed his way inside. I gritted my teeth in pain as that big PA popped inside me, but after that it was nothing but pleasure as I felt his thickness filling me. We stayed like that for a moment as he allowed me to acclimate, then began to slowly move his hips back and forth, sliding his cock in and out, over and over. I moaned loudly in pleasure and he took his cue. Grabbing my thighs and pressing them against his abdomen, he began ruthlessly pounding me. It felt amazing! I was in such a trance that I was only vaguely aware that I was gripping onto the bedsheets for all I was worth, and that my friend had pulled out a camera and was recording the moment for posterity. Dad hit my prostate several times, prompting a stream of precum to flow from my cock and down my balls to further ease his assault on my hole. His belly and my thighs met over and over, a loud smack! echoing throughout the room each time they did. Alas, all good things must come to an end. After a few minutes he looked me in the eyes. "You want this poz load?" he asked me. His face was twisted into a grin that I can only describe as malicious. "Give it to me," I panted. With that, he let out an animalistic howl as he stopped moving and I felt his cock dancing inside me. I squeezed tight around him to milk him of every drop. "Fuck yeah!" he said as he slowly eased his cock out of my hole. "Squeeze tight, I don't want you to lose a single drop." Squeeze tight I did, though I spied some blood on his cock as he pulled away. His piercing had done its job. "Here, Daddy," said my friend. "I want to taste it." He took Dad's cock in his mouth, sucking him clean. "Your turn, Junior," Dad said to him. "He's primed for another injection." My friend needed no further prompting. He grabbed my legs and pulled them against his chest. He held them there as he worked his hips from side to side, guiding himself inside me without using his hands. I felt his hard cock bump against first one cheek, then the other, before finding the warm, wet hole it was seeking. He slid in effortlessly, my gape combined with Dad's load and my precum and blood easing his entry. "Your second poz load of the day," Dad said approvingly. He had settled into the chair my friend had vacated. "You'll be incubating my poz babies before the day is over." His words barely registered. Junior's cock was just the right length and it bumped my prostate with every thrust. I felt the closest to cumming that I ever have while being fucked. "Mmmm, my turn to cum!" said Junior. I squeezed my hole around his shaft and felt the telltale pulses as he unloaded inside me too. He stayed still for a moment after his orgasm subsided, his cock still inside me, then sighed in pleasure before slowly pulling out. "Keep it tight," Dad warned. I did as I was told. This time, it was my turn to clean off the cock that had just pozzed me. I got on my knees, back against the bed, and took Junior in my mouth. As with Dad's cock before, I could taste metal, but this time I knew it was my own blood and not the metal of Dad's PA. I remained on my knees as they dressed, staring at nothing in disbelief. Had I really just allowed myself to take two poz loads? "Look," said Dad, "he has that same spaced-out look you had after I pozzed you." Junior laughed. "That moment of, 'what have I done?' It'll pass." "Yes, it will," Dad replied. "And he'll be begging for a repeat in no time." They left together, and the sound of the door shutting behind them broke my trance. Mindlessly I got dressed myself and turned in the room key before driving home. My underwear was soaked by the time I got there, but I didn't care. I flopped on my bed and fell fast asleep, not waking until the early hours of Friday morning. I decided in that moment that I was in no mental state to go to work, and sent my manager an email saying that I was going to take a sick day. After pressing 'Send', I logged back onto Twitter. There, front and center on Junior's page, was the video of my pozzing with the caption, "Welcome to the brotherhood." I watched the entire length to make sure that my face could not be seen. He had done an admirable job of angling the camera the entire time, and by the end I found my cock was rock hard. Despite it being three in the morning, I jacked off on the spot. Then I noticed that I had a new message. It was Junior: "Welcome to the brotherhood. Meet us at the same place, Sunday morning at 9 for Round 2." I didn't even need to think as I typed out my response. "I'll be there." And with that, I crawled into bed and slept the most soundly I have slept in years.

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.”

WOW ! Chapter 3 was really hot

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)

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

The Initiate had woken in fiery, delirious fever, an angry rash spreading across his torso. The Fuck Flu: a unique and one-time experience in a young man’s life, of more significance even than a boy’s first ejaculation. Damn....exactly how I remember my sero-conversion....Waking up with soaked sheets, a little scare but also excited as I remembered the event 3 weeks earlier when that man's semen entered my anus and immediately began off loading the virus into my abraded rectal walls. That morning was confirmation that his DNA was now part of me

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

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

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

Yeah, that's history, change over time! I think you did quite a masterful job with Dario wanting to use condoms. I wonder if the guys at the bath houses were into chasing in the early 80s? I've talked with some guys that were infected in the 80s, and they say the meds saved them, because otherwise it was a death sentence. I'd be interested to know the history of the different strains. I know some are less severe than others.

— Chris (dad) flashback I had always been a good Christian man, I waited till marriage, treated my son and wife well and made sure to go to church every day. That’s where I met Andrew. Andrew was a huge man, probably around 6’2 with a well muscled body, not of a body builder but more like someone who had done a lot of physical labor. He had his ears pierced and what looked like the holes for septum and lip piercings as well. He had tattoos on his hands and neck which lead me to assume that he had them all over his body. His type weren’t unheard of at the church, convicts who had found the lord in prison or the like. I was not given any details, but my priest asked me to help him adjust to the church and community. We first met over lunch where he told me that he was from New York. At some point we got onto the topic of his muscles. He offered to show me the ropes at the gym because I was on the scrawny side. When I saw him at the gym the next morning I was struck. He was wearing only a tight white tank top and running shorts. His body was covered in hair and tattoos and I could see his huge bulge. “Hey there chris you alright buddy” he asked “Yeah fine” I said shaking myself “Well let’s get to work then” he said slapping my ass as we walked inside the gym. Two hours later I was exhausted. “Wow I didn’t know I could be so tired” I said “Yeah I like to get nice and sore before work every morning” Andrew responded We were making our way over to the locker room when I saw that they were closed with an out of order sign. “Damn guess I’m gonna have to shower at home” Andrew said “Shit I don’t have time to go home and shower before work” I added “You’re welcome to come shower at mine Chris” Andrew responded “That would be great” As I walked into Andrew’s apartment I realized it was a lot nicer than I thought. I guess I had assumed he would live somewhere trashy but his apartment looked newly made and decorated. “Fuck” Andrew groaned taking off his sweaty tank top. “ I’ve only got one shower so I hope you don’t mind doubling up, don’t worry it’s plenty big” “Oh ok” I said as he pulled off his shorts revealing an overfull dirty jockstrap. “I’m gonna grab some water you go get it started, it’s just through the bedroom” Andrew said as he walked to the fridge I went through his bedroom into the bathroom and was surprised to find a full walk in shower with several shower heads and attachments. I nervously striped as I thought about all the other times I’d been naked with other guys. It had never phased me before, why now. After I pulled the last of my clothes off I was reminded why I was nervous as Andrew came into the bathroom. I realized that both of his nipples were pierced with large thick crescents. He smirked at me as he pulled off his jockstrap revealing a 7 inch flaccid cock with a giant piercing. It was resting on equally huge balls that swung as he walked. “You like what you see Chris” Andrew said as he grabbed my rock hard 7 inch cock “ha look you hard is the same as me soft, though I’m still thicker” “Um no im not gay” I stuttered out “Sure you aren’t” Andrew said as he bent down invading my mouth with his tongue. At the same time he slid one of his fingers into my asshole. I had never felt like this and began moaning into Andrew’s mouth as he pulled away. “Get in the shower now whore” he ordered to which I mindlessly followed “Bend over” he said as he pushed me down so my head was against the wall of the shower. “Now I’m going to clean you out, hold until I tell you to let go” Andrew said as he inserted something I couldn’t see into my hole. I felt a sudden pressure and fullness as my stomach began to fill. Andrew pulled the nozzle out of me and began pushing on my hairy gut. As he pushed I couldn’t help myself and let go releasing all the water. “I didn’t say let go faggot!” He screamed as he grabbed my balls and squeezed hard. I was hit with a shocking pain but all I could do was moan. “ oh do you like that slut” Andrew said as he guided me out of the shower. Once we were out he pushed me to my knees where I was met face to face with his massive cock. It had grown to about 9 inches and still was only semi hard. “I think you know what to do," he said as his piercing touched my lips.

Years ago I had a master in another city who enjoyed whoring me out when he wasn't using me. He had my address and door code and would send men to my apartment. I had no right of refusal and it was almost always BB. The only warning was a text, " be ready", so I knew to clean out, leave the door unlocked and go to bed naked. Sometimes it was more than one guy, more commonly it was one guy at a time. He liked finding all sorts of different kinds of men including homeless guys and thugs/ Excons. This occured several nights a week. Sometimes he arranged for it during the day. Pics and vids were taken and sent to him, along with evaluation of my performance. It lasted off and on for 3 years, until he got ill and ultimately died ( cancer). I really miss it ( and him). If there is any who would be interested in doing this, I would really appreciate it. I live in Columbus Ohio. Contact me.

sorry for the delay, been super busy with midterms hope y’all enjoy — A few hours later we had just had dinner and I had an intense craving for more cum. I tried to beat my dick so I could eat my own load, but my cock was totally soft and wouldn’t get hard. I then remembered the flesh light in the shower. The bathroom was empty and I went into the shower praying that my father had left a load in it. Getting on my knees I grab the flesh light and held it to my mouth. As I lifted it up the bitter taste of seman hit my tongue. I licked it up viciously trying to get every last drop. Once the flesh light was empty i grabbed the half finished bottle of water I had from dinner, as I drank it I reminded myself to ask dad if he could get new water since all the bottles in the closet had tasted strange. I half thought they were moldy because I always felt weird after drinking them. After finishing the water I was going to change into some pjs but as I opened the drawer the pink thong caught my eyes. I looked at it for a second before getting the sudden urge to put it on. As I slid the thin thong on I felt the string press between my cheeks. The front pouch just covered my flacid cock and balls. I walked to the mirror and began admiring how good my ass looked in the thong. Just then the door opens and my after walks in wearing only a pair of jeans. I can see not only the numerous tattoos covering his hairy body but also his massive nipples rings sticking out of his puffed up nipples. The only thing he had on his upper body was a thick industrial chain around his neck with a large lock on it. “Hey son I’m gonna be heading out to meet some friends. I'll be back in a few hours” he said as I stood mortified. “Oh looks like you found your step dads welcome gift you how’d you like it” he said as he walked up to me pressing his bare chest into me and grabbing my one of my ass Cheeks with his huge rough hand. “Um it’s alright I guess” I mumbled out in horror. “I’d say it’s more than alright on you son” he said with a smirk as he pushed on my buttplug. “I’ll see you in a few hours, don’t have too many guys over while I’m gone” he said with a chuckle. I just stood there for a while mind racing. My dad thought I was some kind of sissy that wears thongs and butt plugs. Hell I am a sissy wearing a thong and a buttplug, but strangely that didn’t bother me, in fact it turned me on. My dad had thought that I was dressing up to get fucked, my ass definitely looked good enough to be. I began mindless playing with the plug again. I couldn’t really be thinking of getting fucked, a few days ago I thought I was completely straight. But when I looked down and saw the stream of precum flowing through my flacid cock and thong I knew I needed to get fucked. I had heard that Grindr was the gay tinder and so I decided to at least check and see who was on there. I took some pictures of myself in the mirror and made my profile. As soon as my profile was set up messages came rolling in from tons of pictureless accounts. I ignored them and tried to find someone I thought was attractive. I soon settled on a large hairy man who claimed to be 6’5. I messaged him and while waiting for a response browsed through the messages I’d already received. Most were bland and basic, one word texts or people begging to suck my cock. One of the messages was different though, it said “I can tell you’re craving cock you stupid whore” Though in all honesty what drew me in more was the picture of a massive 6 in cock with it. “ I think I might be” I responded “Then come get some” and with that he sent his address. Without thinking I threw on a pair of shorts and a shirt and walked out the house. He was only 5 blocks away so it was a short walk over. As I rung the doorbell I realized I had no clue what this guy looked like. But I put the worry out of my mind as I was buzzed in with a deep voice saying “Third floor 2nd door faggot”

I'm relocating this spring and wondering where the best places to slut out my hole are. I'm a no loads refused Cumdump, love taking piss up my ass too. Wanting to get fisted and would love a keyholder. Where's the best places to be a depraved slut?

The weekend was approaching and I was cruising for some action on Craigslist. I noticed an ad stating there was going to be a barebacking fuck party and they needed more bottoms. So, being a committed BB bottom, I responded. The guy (Sam) explained he and his buddy (Nick) were renting two adjoining rooms for the weekend at a hotel and there would be no more than four bottoms - they were both bottoms and needed two more bottoms for the party. They were renting two adjoining rooms each with two queen beds. After exchanging notes, I understood that I needed to be: 1. Cleaned out at all times, including before I arrived for the party. Additional enemas would be administered as needed. 2. I could not refuse any cock and its load. 3. Poz loads were a definitely a possibility, and, were highly likely. 4. The party started Friday evening and continued until Sunday afternoon. 5. My holes were to be available for loads the entire time. 6. All fucking was going to be bareback - absolutely no condoms were allowed! Being neg, I worried about the poz loads, but the lure of that much cock invading my ass over a weekend was too much to resist. I signed on. I arrived cleaned out, but had mentioned my predilection for wine enemas. Having brought my own supply of wine, and it still being early on Friday afternoon, Nick and Sam, the organizers of the party, gave me a nice wine enema upon my arrival - 50-50, white wine (it doesn't stain if leaked) and water. I let it soak in for an hour and just after expelling it, our first two tops arrived, Being a bit tipsy, I was ready to suck and fuck. We had drawn numbers as to who would be invaded by the first cock. I had been lucky enough to be number two, and so it was in no time I had sucked the second cock nice and hard before rolling over to feel its owner stick it deeply into my tight (well, within reason), asshole. I was in heaven, taking my first cock, and its load, of the weekend. One I knew would be the first of many cocks and loads, far outpacing anything I'd done up until this moment. As I was getting my hole pounded by more cocks, er..., more tops showed up. I reveled in knowing that some, if not all, would be using my hole for their pleasure, and that I'd be taking my pleasure from them. At that moment, only slightly high, the knowledge that some loads would be poz, crossed my mind... I also knew that I had agreed to taking any and all loads and that, most likely, I would not know the "status" of any cock and its load inside me. Though still somewhat sober, I knew I was committed for whatever was going to happen to me. After responding to the ad, and finding out the "rules," I'd done some soul searching and finally decided that, if I hadn't already done so, sooner or later I'd take an, unknown to me, and even perhaps to its giver, a toxic load that would poz me. Getting pozzed, or, somehow, "dodging the bullet," was going to be a matter of fate. Perhaps, like some, Maybe, by an odd stroke of luck, I was resistant to the virus. Perhaps not, but travelling the path I was, of barebacking every cock I took, unless its owner wanted a condom, could (would?) result in me getting converted sooner or later. I had decided to stop worrying about getting knocked up and just accept it when it happened. Soon enough, my first load was in, and it was followed in no time at all by three more. Then there was a lull in the action, so, Sam suggested another wine enema, and of course, loving enemas, and wine enemas even more, I agreed. About the time it had soaked in nicely, six more tops showed up. I quickly lost the enema so my hole could be at their service. I began to lose count of who had their cock inside me and how many loads I'd taken so far. Part of the problem is that, since two of us were sharing a bed, sometimes the top went back and forth between our assholes. But also, the tops were circulating between beds and assholes, so who knew what cock was inside them, and for that matter, who cared? After who knows how many cocks and loads, someone decided I needed yet another wine enema. Who was I to protest? After letting it soak in, and expelling it, I noticed a clock read 11:00 PM and things were getting lively, As soon as one cock unloaded into me, it was replaced by yet another one, I was now beyond knowing, or caring, whether or not it had left its load in me. Viral status? What did the word "toxic: mean at the moment? Neither my asshole nor my inebriated brain cared. Yeah, there were guys, who as I recall now, who had scorpion and what (I now know to be bio-hazard) tattoos in the room, but which cocks had slid into my ass - well, by now, I no longer recalled, nor cared. Now I know what those tats meant, but at that point, I didn't. Not that it would have mattered. Poz loads were now not just accepted, they were readily accepted. Poz loads are part of barebacking, and I was an eager and committed barebacker. Poz loads are simply part of the deal, and sooner or later, one will convert you or not. I do recall one guy mentioning, as he shoved his cock balls deep into me, "I hope you enjoy my hot load." I asked him what ne meant by that, and he said he was pumping me full of his poz load. He sure wasn't the only one to tell me that, but which guy and which cock he was connected to began to blur. At that point, I knew I'd signed onto taking poz loads and at this point, so much poz seed was inside me, more wouldn't really matter. The guys (whomever) gave me another wine enema, and after that, sometimes I woke up vaguely knowing my hole was getting fucked really hard and good. I have no idea how many cocks and loads I took. At one point though, I was woken out of my drunken stupor by anal pain! My hole didn't just ache. The pain was intense! Stabbing! I finally realized that that something huge was inside me and that it was furiously pistoning in and out of me! "Take my poz load you bitch!" Well, I was just conscious enough to know that this guy was pounding the hell out of my hole and he was going to pump a deadly load really deep inside me, and... I was ready for it! I just relaxed, laid there, and reveled in the sheer pain he was giving my hole! I was calm, even though the pain of him ripping me open was intense. The wine numbed me and made it okay. I willing took his toxic load, and if he pozzed, me, then it was fate. In fact, as I laid there and faded back into sleep, I craved his huge cock and the toxicity of his load. Then I fell asleep again. I don't know how many other cocks unloaded into me after I fell asleep. I don't care. I just appreciate that their owners deemed fit to use my abused, open, receptive hole for their pleasure, even while I was drunkenly asleep. Maybe it was as much of a turn on for them as it was for me, to know they used my hole while I was "out." Whatever happened to me while I was that drunk, I deserved. In the morning, I awoke, my hole ached, but, as agreed, I stayed for Saturday's fun. Every stroke hurt my hole, which I accepted as my just dues as an anal bottom. with a hole for someone else's use and pleasure, (including mine, even if it hurt). Yes, sure enough, the fuck flu hit me - pretty hard - as one would expect. I am no longer the neg fresh meat at these parties (I am now part of the trio that organizes them, and I know I was somewhat set up, but I don't care, I had it coming and knew the risks going in), but my (not so longer tight) hole is still appreciated by all of the tops. Plus, even though I am a committed bottom, I have enjoyed sharing the gift, both as a bottom, as well as the occasional top.

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Gavin here, I am tall, very good looking and have a big dick. I cum a lot and have no problem getting guys to let me fuck them and cum deep inside them but I like taking virgin hole especially if they don't want it. I had my eye on this young guy who moved to the city a few weeks ago. He was cute, tight and had a hot bubble butt on him. Max was all of 5'7 135 white, blonde with brown eyes. He was all of 20 and wanted to try a new city. I had over heard him talking to a girl that who must have been his friend or sister that he was having a hard time meeting people and fitting in. She told him he had always been shy and he should try to break that and hang out with her and some of her friends soon. I text a buddy of mine, 25 5'11 white dude that I needed his help. Danny text me back and said anything you need bud. I text him all about Max my new mark and told him he needed to befriend him and get him to hang out. Danny text back and Said sure, I gave him all the details and even text a picture of Max so he knew who he was going after. Danny started hanging out at the store where Max worked and they hit it off. Went to the movies a few times and even went out dancing and met some girls. Danny made sure Max did not get any number but they flirted hard and Danny always gave the girls his number. May would ask if the girls ever wanted to hang out and Danny would explain he told them he was not into it if Max his new bud could not come along. Max thought that was great and felt closer to his new bud. He had only ever had one other guy who was a friend like this in junior high but he moved a year after they met. Danny kept me posted on how close they were getting and I text him that it was time. Danny agreed, Max completely trusted him at this point. He told Max to meet him at gym at 3 PM on his day off but to wait for him out front. Danny walked up around 3:10 and greeted Max. Max had his gym bag and thought they were going to work out. Danny told him to follow him, we will come back in a little while. They walked two blocks and ended up at Danny Flat. Danny did not say a word and walked right in and Max followed. Danny asked Max if he like video games and Max said sure. Danny pointed to the couch and went into the kitchen made them both a drink. Max had the blue glass with some G and Danny just straight juice. He handed Max his drink and told him to chug and they both did. Danny grabbed it and went back to the kitchen and told Max the he beat him this time but they were going to do the best two out of three and this time Danny won. One more round and he let Max win. Max sat down a little light headed. He said, I think I drink that too fast. I feel weird, Danny said fuck dude just lay your head back a minute and you will regain yourself. Max did but his eyes felt so heavy and before he know it they just closed. Danny text Gavin and was there in five minutes. He was just down the street waiting for the text, He walked in and told Danny to grab the kids arm and they lifted him and took him into the bathroom and undressed his little body and they were both surprised the kid was packing a big 9" dick. They looked at each other and said fuck, what a same that dick is gonna go to waste. This little fucker is a true bottom or will be soon. Max was straight and had never even thought of having sex with a guy but that did not matter anymore. They put him in the shower and propped him up and cleaned him out and the boy uttered inaudible noises and then they took him to the far bedroom. The room had it's own entrance from the outside and a small twin bed with a low headboard in the middle of the room facing to door to the hall way. They lowered Max on the bed and placed his chest on the material of the headboard and tied his hands behind his back, placed restraints on his knees and tied them to the headboard and then connected restraints to his hands and then attached them to the restraints on his knees. They left him there with a video on him. Danny kept an eye on the video and Gavin left. An hour later Danny text Gavin and up popped a video of the kid struggling to get loose from his restrained self. Text received by Danny, "little fucker has some fight." The video showed Max tugging and trying to get loose and swearing and angry. He was so hot like that. Danny had slipped in the room from the outside and slipped a blindfold then text me that Max was ready. He left the room and I entered and got up on the bed behind the boy and ran a hand on his ass, he tried to pull away and told Gavin not to fucking touch him but Gavin never moved his hand. While the kid was struggling to get away he put the other hand on his left ass cheek and spread them apart so he could see that sweet little fuck hole and he blew on it. That little pucker winked at Gavin, all the while the kid was begging him to stop and then Gavin lightly licked this kids hole and he was saying stop but was not pulling away. Gavin worked that little boy pussy with his tongue and soon the kid was moaning and loving it. He grabbed his phone and came up for air and text Danny to come back in then went back to eating that boys cunt. Danny came back in and started rubbing the kids chest and Max went silent and tensed up but then started to moan even louder. Danny had done this before so he knew to start encouraging Max. Good boy he said as he whispered in his ear, Max tried to ignore him but then he started to kiss his neck. Max tensed up but Gavin tongue fucked him for a minute and he relaxed and Danny moved to right in front of Max and kissed him and stayed there till Max took Danny's tongue in his mouth. Danny and Max made out while he moaned and soon Gavin stopped eating the kids hole and lubed it up. Then his dick while Danny kept making out with him and then Danny broke the kiss and stood back while Gavin inched the head of his dick against that little fuck hole, Max realized what was about to happen and said no fucking way, get the fuck away you fag and as he started to say fag Gavin slowly pressed his dick against that tight little ass hole and the kid started to pant and scream as his hole spread for Gavin's big dick. Gavin had a thick 8.5 in check with a fat head. He was 6'1 180 white and modeled. Max began to really struggle to take that big dick and begged Gavin to stop and then began to cry as Gavin slowly pressed his dick now half way in. Gavin pulled out and slide back in and the boy got louder and the first words from Gavin were Shut the fuck up you whore, you have been parading that ass around begging to get fucked and not that you are you are such a fucking sissy. Gavin leaned in and pressed his dick slowly in the boy and smacked his head while he did it. Even with the blindfold on tears were running down Max's face and Gavin began to long fuck him. Please stop, it hurts too much. Fucker Gavin said once you open up you will be begging us to fuck you. I can't please for another three minutes and then Gavin shoved his dick in and held it there and said fucking whore, you feel me cumming in you. You are a terrible fuck but you still got me off. You will get better boy! Gavin stayed in the kid and fucked him for another ten minutes and the kid started to open up some and shot another load in him. He pulled out and got up and slapped the kids ass and said that is a good start fucker and got dressed and left. He text Danny it was his turn and that he would be back in an hour to take the kid and had invited some buds. Invite David over if you want, he always like to clean up and virgin after his cherry is busted. Danny took a picture of Max's wrecked cunt with pink juice running out of it and shot it to David and then climbed up and started fucking the kid with his average girth 8" dick. Max's ass was so wet and cummy that it did not take Danny long to cum and after he pulled out he got up and Max asked him to let him go and Danny said boy you have a lot more fun tonight and walked out of the room. He watched the video and the boy started to cry again and his head slumped down, He stayed like that for five minutes and David let himself in and got up behind the kid and started to lick his sloppy cunt and eat that loosened up hole. Danny watched as the boy got cleaned up and he started to moan again, Danny slipped back in and started feeding the kid poppers while David tongue fucked the kid. I stepped back to see him work and told him to show me that cunt and David pulled off and spread that torn up little cunt and it was so clean, no cum or blood in site. David got up and went and knelt down in front of Max and started to kiss him as Danny fingered and played with that boy cunt. Danny slide one, then two fingers and finally three inside the boy while he kissed David. Then David unzipped his pants and pulled out his dick. Told the boy to open wide and slide his dick inside the boys mouth. David was not hung 7" pretty thin but lots of forskin. He fucked the kids mouth and the kid gagged on his dick and then he grabbed the kids head and held it while he shot down his throat. The kid coughed and tried to pull way but David held him there. Then David pulled his dick out and shoved his fingers in three of them just like his ass. Max gagged as David encouraged Danny to go deeper. Then he pulled them out and held four fingers up. Danny pulled his out and got some lube just under then bed and lubed them up and they both worked four fingers in the boy from opposite ends. He gagged and bucked but eventually he had four fingers down this throat and all the way up his ass. David was hard again and stuck his dick back in the boys mouth while Danny finger fucked the kid. David did not last long and just ass he shot another load in the kids throat Danny pulled out from finger fucking the kid and shoved hid cock in and came inside the boy. David kissed Max again and then whispered in his ear, take lots of cum boy I will be back to eat your cunt later. Danny and David both left opposite doors and Max was left there to rest.

The boy slept for 20 minutes or so and he was awoken by Gavin who slapped his ass hard, Gave could see his handprint in red on the boys ass and as the boy yelped he smacked it again and then a third time. The boy was asking why, please stop. Gavin laughed and said you fucking whores are all the same, you parade your ass around and tease guys and then when they show you some real attention you want to act shy and pretend that this is not what you have been asking for the entire time. I have already heard about other dick you sucked and let fuck you so don't think I have a misconception of what you are. Max tried to say something but another smack and he burst into tears again. Gavin told him to keep crying the beating would only get more intense if he chose to keep it up. Max tried to collect himself as he hard the door open and he hard someone walk in and he thought it was Danny but soon he realized that it was a new guy. Fuck Gavin this new bitch is even hotter then the last little slut we took. Gavin did not say a word but spit on the kids hole and pressed his slightly lubed cock slowly in the boys hole as he whimpered and moaned. Brett bent down and watched Max's face contort as Gavin's big dick forced its way in the boy with almost no lube until he was bottoming out inside the boy. Brett told the boy it would feel better soon and with that Gavin pulled out and then slide back in and slowly the pain from the boys face disappeared and he started to moan in pleasure not pain. See boy I told you as he leaned in and kissed the boy and Max kissed him back and made out with him while Gavin plowed the boys cunt. This went on for five to six minutes and then Brett stood up and slapped Max on the face with a thick dick that was leaking precum. Max was started and then it happened again, slapped in the face. This went on for a few minutes and then Brett grabbed the kids head and forced his mouth open and slide his dick in and no fucking teeth boy I just want your tongue and throat. Max tensed up as Brett slide deep in the boys throat and Max began to gag and try to pull way. Brett held him there and fucked his throat and then pulled out and the kid gasped and tried to catch his breath before saying I can't and then Max's words were muffled as Brett slide his big dick back in the boys mouth. He had said I can't do that or something like that but Brett paid no attention and slide deep and fucked his throat. Max had forgotten about Gavin who was plowing hard and deeper and then finally pressed deep in the kid and said fuck there goes another big load up your ass slut. Gavin slide in and out a few more time and then pulled out and got up and walked over to Brett and told him to make the kid suck his cock clean. Brett held Max's mouth open as Gavin slide in and fucked his throat and then made him clean his cock off with all that cum and ass juice. Gavin pulled out his half hard dick now and said he is all yours for now and got dressed and left. Brett got out his phone to text some buds and told them how to get into the back door of the room and then went back to fucking the kids throat and told him that it was a good thing they made out before he cleaned off Gavin's dick. I am straight faggot and I do not swallow cum even if it is my own from a girl who gave me head. I have just invited a few buds over who are all straight and just need some cock sleeve to get off in. Do you hear me faggot and just about the time he finished saying that his hand slapped the kids head with his cock down this throat. Max had no where to go but to try to say yes with a huge dick down this throat. He then heard the door open to the patio and two guys undressing and when the last belt hit the floor Brett pulled out and Max felt relief but for a small moment and then Brett pressed his big dick against Max's hole and pressed deep and Max felt his hole stretching. Two hands pulled Max's cheeks apart and then then Max felt a bottle at his nose and the guy said breath while he held Max's left nostril closed and then stitched back and four and Max felt warm and his hole opened up and Brett fucked him like a little whore can calling him a fucking cum slut. Brett told Max that his little cunt was begging for his load, tell me boy. Tell me what you want. Max sheepishly said I want your cum, with that the guy holding his ass cheeks apart took his hands off and then slapped Max's ass. Brett said boy I did not hear you, what the fuck do you want. Max spoke up and said, I need your cum, please cum in me, please. Fucking whore Brett called out, you are going to get just that and he piston fucked the kid and then shot a huge load in him. He pulled out and came over to Max and told him to open his throat while one of the guys got in place. Max swallowed Brett's cock and cleaned him off and finally Brett pulled out and he told Max to open his mouth and got right in front of him and spit once, twice and then a third time in the kids mouth and told him to swallow. Max was now taking a much thinner 9" cock and the guy fucked him but did not last too long and shot his load in the boy and came around and placed his dick down the kids throat and while he was being throat fucked a huge beer can dick nestled up against Max's hole and pressed in. Max felt like he was being torn open and made a guttural moan on the dick he was sucking with his throat and the guy finally pressed his way inside the boy. The dick in his throat pulled out and Max said please it is too big it hurt, I can't take it please. The guy inside him did not move but instead flexed his dick and Max said ouch, that fucking hurts. Just then Max heard a spray and the guy in front of him said open your mouth and shoved the rag in his mouth and plugged his nose and Max had no choice but to breath through his mouth. Max started to feel like he was shaking and blacked out and this thumping in his head and he felt his anus open up and a deep desire to have this huge dick in him fuck his hole. That is boy, open that cunt up for me. The guys slowly worked his dick in and out and then picked up the pace a little. Within 10 minutes Max was begging the guy to fuck him and give him his load. The guy kept fucking Max's ass and tell him that he was a fucking queer fag boy and all he really wanted was his cum. That is what every fag wants some straight guys cum. You keep opening up that cunt and you will get mine. Max heard the spray and then his mouth was full and the guy behind him started slamming Max's ass and five minutes later came deep in him and fuck that is some real fag pussy there. Max hardly realized it but came without even touching his dick. The other guy said that fucker came while you were fucking him. Look at the puddle under him! They both commented and laughed at the limp fag with fag juice under him. Grab that and feed it to him the guy with the beer can dick said and soon Ryan was swallowing his own cum. They laughed and got dressed and left max there wrecked and worked up. He felt like he needed to cum again and really wanted to touch his dick. It was starting to get really uncomfortable stuck like this, he wrestled and tried to get comfortable and finally dozed off.

I would definitely sign up for that party! Hit me up if anyone wants to host one