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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 😈.

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

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

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).

I’m Jason, a gay 21yr old twink. 180cm, 75kg, shaggy blonde hair and completely free of facial hair, smooth body except for a triangle of pubic hair, a snail trail up to my navel and armpit hair. I’m cut, around 9” long when hard, and 6” around the hard shaft. I’ve found the little blue pill increases that rock hard size by ½ an inch on both counts. I love my cock being played with while I bottom. Whether its hard, semi hard or soft, still feels fucking amazing…I prefer to bottom. But I have been known to top. I had long had a fascination with gay pnp and had been reading stories and watching videos since I was about 16 years old. I was a virgin until I was 18, and by then, even though a virgin I was already pretty sure of what I wanted sexually. My preference was for other hung twinks, and also jocks. But I was open to all, except for guys who don’t know what ‘good personal hygiene’ means! To me, the only thing that should taste like cheese, is…. cheese! I began my sexual encounters using gay hook up sites, such as BBRT and Squirt, NKP, Grindr, Scruff etc. I soon realised that I wasn’t your average twink, as most of the ones I hooked up with ended up being airheads. But the odd one was like me, focused on great sex and wanting to push limits. Jocks were quite a bit better, but I began to find that the bears and daddies were like gold. I am not stupid, and quickly realised that a lot of these older bear/daddy types were willing to do pretty much whatever with a hot young guy who was serious about having long wild sex sessions. Of course, that meant that some of my wildest fantasies could be achieved with these guys. And of course, I also had by now, several twink and jock type fuck buddies who were not flakes so I was in a good place. I was particularly horny this particular night and was keen to get wild. I had not yet experienced pnp sex but knew deep inside that I wasn’t interested in puffing as much as getting straight to the point. Yup, a slam and getting totally wild. I wanted a long wild session with like-minded guys. Guys who where addicted to owning a slutty hole for many hours, even days. Because this had been the object of my fantasies since watching and searching out everything about gay pnp, I was primed. I decided, right then and there, that this did not have to happen tonight. If it did, that would be like some kind of miracle. I had already worked out that most hookups don’t happen as planned, and that a lot of guys on these hook up sites would talk for hours then when you put the hard word on them to actually hook up, all of a sudden it was now too late as they have work in the morning…or. the budgie is sick, or I have to feed the goldfish…WTF, you know what I mean, weak lame ass excuses! So I’m thinking, I want to set the stage for my ultimate hook up, or at least one of my many fantasies, can play out at least close to, if not BETTER than the actual movie playing in my mind. I’m thinking group, sling, toys, hung tops, fist…and then that little voice kicks in, “Hey buddy, you have only been fucked a few times! What makes you think you can progress from that to being gang fucked, toyed and even fisted’? Straight away the other little evil cheeky voice kicks in and says ‘A BIG FAT TINA SLAM- that’s what!” And the first voice meekly replies, Oh…yup, fair comment…” and that voice retires for the weekend! So how do I start? I think for a few seconds, then think, OF COURSE, a ‘Quick-Connect ad on BBRT!’ I get straight on it. I am sitting at my gaming desk, stark naked with a raging hard-on, slowly jerking my cock every now and again as I focus on placing an ad. I know I have to word the ad carefully, as no mention of drugs is allowed. I begin to type. “Inexperienced hung bottom verse twink, can host or travel, seeking top verse guys to help me go from mild to wild in seconds. Seeking a long session with hung top verse guys who are open to anything, so long as the chemistry is right…DM me if keen” . I was oozing precum as I typed. I read then re-read what I had written, my cock twitched and more precum oozed out of my piss/cum slit. This was it, now or never. I clicked submit before I could change my mind. I suddenly thought, if anyone replies, I am not really ready! I quickly got up and went to the bathroom and got the douche hose running so the water was warm and reasonably fast. I inserted it in to my already hungry hole and felt the pleasure of my hole filling with water, and the pressure As bead of cum oozed out of my cock as I squatted in the shower recess. I felt so full and pushed out, evacuating my bowels of the influx of water as well as the rest of the contents, feeling so horny as I washed it all away. I repeated the process about 5 times over, till everything was crystal clear, then got out and dried off. I went back to my room and looked at the screen on my PC. There were 20 new messages! I rubbed some lube on my hungry hole, and pushed my fingering. Then I grabbed a medium sized butt plug and inserted it. It went straight in. I then sat down to read the messages which had come through as I was douching. I opened the email tab. At a quick glance, 7 were from the same profile. The profile name was ‘IDAREYOU’, which made me leak more precum and my hole clench around the butt plug and then involuntarily relax. I opened the first email from him. It read…’I specialize in transforming bottom verse sluts into total sluts in heat, not just willing, but begging to be fucked and used. No mild, all wild. Intense but sane long sessions.’ Straight away I checked his profile. He was a 57 year old bear type, with a huge cut thick cock. His face was clean-shaven, as were his balls. He was 173cm, 90kg and quite hairy. And his face was hot, kind of a chiselled ex-surfer kind of look. And one pic he had his tongue out, provocatively indicating he was not afraid to eat ass. At this point cum just began oozing out of my cock. It had never been this hard and throbbing ever before. And usually after I cum, its all over. But this just made me even more horny. It was about 7pm, so the night was still very young and I was by no means tired. In fact, I was now hornier for some real heavy wild play than I had ever been. I then opened his next email. “Best you come here boy. I have a dungeon specially for wild play”…that’s all it said. Even more cum oozed out of my solid cock! I could hardly contain myself. This sounded exactly like what I was looking for. I opened the next email. “I am only interested in slamming and long wild fun”… well, you can guess what happened. It seemed like there was a tap on my cock that was stuck in the on position, cum flowing freely. So now the fourth message. “I only fuck bareback.” This produced more cum. So now to his 5th email. “Sorry slut. I meant WE only fuck bareback”… Email number 6. “You need to be prepared to have your hole totally and completely owned’” Well, I didn’t really fully comprehend what that meant, but I knew I desired everything so far that he had said, and in my mind, also accepted what he was wanting to do. Then I opened his 7th email. “OK you little twink slut. Get this. There are 6 of us here partying, all tops and top verse. We would love to be the ones to give you your first slam (of several, BOY) and we are willing to do so as a gift to you from us. But you need to respond within the next 10 minutes.” I looked at the message and saw it was sent 9 minutes ago as I was I in the shower! I quickly replied with a “Yes please!”, and clicked send. I then sent a better response. “Hello Sir, sorry I was in the I shower. You sound amazing. Everything you mentioned is exactly what I have been looking for. Is your offer still open, and if so where are you?” I hit send, then hit email, sent, and saw he had read it instantly. I waited a few seconds and there was a reply. Ok boy, well done. I was beginning to think you were one of those twinks who is all talk and had probably jerked off just from talking about it and it was all over. I’m at 110 Riley on the Westside. Can you get here? I gasped! He was literally 3 doors down from me! I quickly replied. Sir, my name is Jason, what is yours? And I can literally be there in 2 minutes. So is it cool if I come over, and will you really slam me and own my hole with your mates? I’m quickly pulling out the butt plug and checking where my clothes are. Ping. He replies. Hey Jason, I’m Chad. Yes you little slut, you will be slammed, and your hole will be well and truly owned…and much more. Come now boy, I will be waiting at the door. The outside front porch light is on. I quickly replied. I will be there in one minute Sir. I threw on my baseball shorts and a Tee, grabbed my keys and headed out the door. I shut the door behind me and my heart was racing in my chest. It was a warm night, and I walked out to the sidewalk and turned left, and could see the light on out front 3 doors down. It was the old Parker place, but old Mr Parker passed and the place sold up about a week before. I walked down, walked in the gate and up the 3 stairs and knocked on the door. The door opened just enough for me to go inside. Chad said come in boy. I slid sideways inside, and the door was closed behind me. The entryway was dimly lit, with a dull red light globe. I could hear muffled moaning sounds, of porn playing. I turned and saw Chad, his cock was jutting out in front of him. He was hotter than his pics, and he said take off all your clothes and follow me boy! I wasted no time, stripped naked and followed him down a hallway to a doorway leading to the basement. This was where the moaning noises were coming from. He ushered me down the stairs, and unfolding before me was a large fully mirrored room…including the ceiling. There was a sex sling and a fisting bench, and a couple of large beds. Two huge flat screen tv’s were playing gay group bareback porn. But more breathtaking were the 5 other guys there. W twink/jock types, and 3 stocky to solid beefy bear types. What I couldn’t believe was the meat they were all packing! They were all hard, and not one of them was under 8 inches. Chad introduced me to the guys…Mike, Pete, David, Brad and Chris. Chris was packing a solid 10 inch curved 6.5 inch thick weapon, and I think I literally drooled. Chad then said we are not going to waste any time boy. We are all keen as fuck to wreck your boy hole and completely own you for hours. So put your clothes here, and then go and lay back in the sling. I will get a slam ready for you. So is this your first.? I said Yes Sir. In my head, all I could think about was the story I had recently read online. It was about a guy’s first gay pnp gangbang, by author ‘Ben Dover’ and also one about a huge toy initiation. Not that I am encouraging you to do an online search so you will see what I mean…although that many chems they give the dude who is getting his first gangbang in that series is somewhat far-fetched but HOT AS FUCK…anyways I digress, back to the hot as fuck real-time situation happing with Chad and his mates…. He smiled, great. You are going to start with a .25, a quarter of a gram. Chris, tell him what to expect. By this time I was laying back in the sling. Chris and the rest of the guys came over. As Chris started talking, the other guys were putting my ankles in the leather stirrups and caressing my body. Chris said you will feel a bit of a sharp prick like when you get a blood test, then see some blood in the syringe. Then as soon as Chad slams you, he will pull the syringe out and I will give you a tissue which you will press on the site and raise your arm, this helps stop it bleeding and reduce bruising. Next you will suddenly feel you need to cough. And just go with it , try to relax and then you will feel a wave of pleasure…after that, don’t worry. We will take things from there and make this the best night of your life. Don’t try to struggle, just do the opposite and relax because you are ours now boy. Also I will hold bottle to your nose, it is poppers. Just take a big sniff in each nostril and hold it till I tell you to breathe out. Ok boy Yes Sir. Chad made his way over with the syringe. A elastic band was put around my upper arm, and my inner elbow was wiped with an alcohol swab. Hold still boy, Chad said. He slid the needle in as I watched, and he drew the plunger back and I saw my blood enter the barrel of the syringe. Are you ready boy? I replied Yes Sir. He pressed the plunger in and then removed the needle. Chris gave me a tissue to press against the site, and I raised my arm. Shall I continue?

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.

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.”

1. It started at a New Year's Eve party. It was the last day of 1995, heading into 1996. Outside, in the nation, a culture war was raging, and it felt like sometimes we were losing. Inside, all of us young gay men were terrified. AIDS was everywhere, and there was still no cure, no treatment, and most of all, no hope. We all had gotten the religion of safer sex, of relentlessly using condoms. We were all good boys, and used them every single time. Except, of course, when we didn't. When we were too drunk. Too high. Too enamored of our partner. In the run up to midnight, we were playing a drinking game. Our host was reading a list of activities. Every time he read one that we had done, we drank. Sometimes, we would nervously look around, seeing who else dared to drink, like when he read "had sex without a condom." Other times, there was a raucous cheer and we all drank, like when he said, "Got a blow job." At the end of the game, all of us were drunk to one degree or another. That was when Jeff came up to me. We were casual acquaintances. We would say hello in the bar, and see each other at parties. But we had never really talked. "I saw you drank when Shawn asked if you had sex without a condom," he said. "Yeah," I nodded. "And when he asked about sex with a poz guy." "Yeah," I said again. "Same guy?" he asked, an evil smile on his face. "No," I said. "Of course not." "Ahh, too bad." But, before I could say another word, someone lurched between us, and started to talk to Jeff. I'm not sure it mattered. The seed had planted in my mind, and it started to take root. To get fucked raw by a poz guy. To do something so utterly reckless and stupid. To utterly stop worrying about consequences of my actions. I didn't remember much about the rest of the evening, other than that ill-advised and imprudent idea. Like the deadly virus all around me, it festered and slowly grew. I had discovered the Internet, and had discovered there was a word for it. Barebacking. It seemed both completely wrong and scarily hot. I discovered there were groups of men who gathered to enjoy skin-on-skin contact and exchanging fluids. I discovered that some of them would welcome negative guys into their circle, infecting them in a dark and depraved orgy of raw fucking. Last, but not least, I discovered that my acquaintance Jeff was a member in one of these clubs. He encouraged me to learn more about the club and more about the virus. He introduced me to other members of the club, and I heard their stories. Most of all, Jeff gave me permission to fantasize about joining their private club. "It's ok," he would message me on AOL. "It's just a fantasy when you are jerking off. It's no more real than the frat brothers fucking in porn." Those were the nights I came the hardest. Thick ropes of cum would cover my chest and I was disappointed they did not burn with the virus. Online, I would exchange messages with the other guys in the club. They talked about how good it felt to fuck raw and how relieved they were that they weren't frightened anymore. They encouraged my fantasies as well and told me I should visit their club one night. It was Jeff who finally extended the formal invitation. They wanted to have a party in my honor. "Summer Solstice. Friday, June 21st. We'll all spend the weekend having fun," he said. "Just be ready for the ritual," he continued, a hint of mystery in his voice. He told me the address and said I should be there at 8PM sharp. On the appointed Friday, time seemed to stand still. I had been planning to leave work early, have a drink and relax before the party. But instead, I had a last minute fire to fight, and I barely had enough time to shower and get dressed before I had to rush out the door. The address led me through the old industrial part of town, to an anonymous warehouse. There were several cars out front, parked on what I hoped was an abandoned railway spur. I parked next to them. There was a single bare bulb over the door, providing just enough light to read the number on the door. 2718, it read, the same address that Jeff had given me. I knocked on the door, wondering what I was to do next. The door opened; it was darker inside than outside. "Yes?" a man asked from within. "I'm Tim," I said. "Jeff said to come here." "Right. You're the initiate." "Yeah," I said. "Come in." The door opened a bit further, but it was still dark. I stepped inside, and hoped that my eyes would soon adjust. Black curtains, hung from the high ceilings, marked off the entry area and there were two large candles burning on iron stands. Mixed with the smell of the candles were the hints of sex. I could smell the sweat, a bit of lube, and the promise of cum. In the background, there was a low prayer-like chant droning on. The door behind me closed, and I began to see more details. The man who had let me in was about my height, maybe 6'4", with a muscular, hairy chest. He was almost naked, wearing a pair of black combat boots, and a black leather mask that exposed only his mouth and two holes for his eyes. "Strip down," he said. I kicked off my shoes, pulled off my shirt and removed my shorts. "All the way," he said, nodding at my underwear. His cock was hanging down, thick but still mostly limp. I took off my underwear, and stood in front of him, completely naked. He knew my name but I knew almost nothing about him. In addition, he had slightly more clothes than I did, plus the relative anonymity the mask afforded him made me feel even more vulnerable. "Follow me," he said, turning around, and walking slowly deeper into the warehouse. His ass was firm and muscular, and I wondered how it would feel to slide my raw cock into him. He parted the curtains; the next room seemed to have a bit more light. "Come," he said. I followed his lead, and walked through the curtains. The room was much bigger, but the light was just an illusion; there was a candle right where we entered. It took me a moment to take everything in. Painted in white in the middle of the room was a white circle, a pentagram inscribed inside it. At each of the five points, there was a heavy steel column with a candle flickering. Around the perimeter of the circle were men, all with various black leather masks on. Some masks covered only their eyes, while others covered most of their faces. At the head of the pentagram, one man stood alone, a pair of black boots and a leather executioner's hood. In front of him, right at the center of the pentagram, was a wooden fuck bench with thick leather straps hanging off. Even with the heavy hood on, I could tell he was watching my every move. Like a wolf tracking his prey. He shifted his weight and a heavy steel axe glinted in the candlelight. I shivered. It was not clear if this was an initiation or something much more dangerous. "My Father," the man who had led me in said, "I bring the Initiate." He left me at the base of the pentagram, the fuck bench the only thing between me and the man in the executioner's hood. I could barely keep my eyes off of the man in front of me. His uncut cock was sticking up, erect and hard. Even hard, the foreskin covered the head, making him seem even more like a wild animal, barely tamed. "Welcome to the temple of the Dark Lord," he said. I was still looking around, trying to take in the entire scene. It was a scene from one of the darkest stories I had read. A Church to Sex, dedicated to a malevolent and dirty God, charged with the task of spreading their disease. My cock began to twitch at the thought. "Thank-you," I said. "You may call me Sir," he said. In the flickering candles, I could only just see his mouth move. His eyes were dark, unfeeling pits of blackness. "Thank you Sir." "You are the Initiate, correct?" "Yes Sir, I am." "You know why you are here, right, Initiate?" "I do, Sir." "You are ready to give your body to the Dark Lord? To let him rule you?" "I am, Sir." I knew what was going to happen. These men were all going to fuck me. They were going to fuck me raw, and shoot their seed in me. From the looks of the men arrayed around the room, at least a few of them were full-blown. The rest, no doubt, had the Dark Lord's virus pumping through their veins. It would require divine intervention from a much better God for me not to get infected this evening. "Are you ready to die for him?" The Dark Lord's virus was both fatal and incurable. I would be pumped full of it by the horny men surrounding me. I would be infected, which meant I would die. "I am. Sir." "Good. I will be your executioner tonight. Do you accept my authority?" "I do, Sir." "Do you give me your body to do as the Dark Lord wishes?" "I do Sir. To the death." "And you will die from tonight's ordeal," he said. His cock twitched and a bead of pre-cum appeared on his slit. The twisted fuck was enjoying this. I had to admit I was as well. Hot men surrounded me, each of them ready to fuck me raw and pump me full of their jizz. By the end of the weekend, I would be dripping with sperm. "Death in the service of the Dark Lord is an honor, sir." "Good. For the rest of the ritual, you will not have a name. You will be known only as the Sacrifice." He made it sound evil and dirty. My cock was nearly erect. This was worse than any dark jerk off fantasy I had ever had and better than more favorite porn. He turned to a man standing to his right, shifting the axe to his other hand. "Acolyte?" my executioner said. "Yes, Sir?" the new man asked. I hadn't recognized any of the men; with their heads hidden under the masks and hoods, it was impossible to see any of the critical details. But, once I had heard his voice, I knew who it was. It was Jeff. "Has the method of execution been selected?" "It has Father." "And what is the decision of the Black Cabal in how to dispose of Sacrifice?" "Anally injected death sentence. AIDS." Jeff stared at me, smiling. "It shall be carried out every week until the sacrifice is infected." "AIDS it was, AIDS it is and AIDS it will be." my executioner confirmed. "The Dark Lord rejoices in his virus. Did the sacrifice hear his sentence?" he asked me. "I did," I said. I still couldn't keep my eyes off of his cock. It was seemingly even more erect than earlier and still, the head was covered by foreskin. "I did. And, my Executioner, I accept the decision of the Dark Lord's darkest minions." "The Sacrifice will assume the position on the altar." He motioned for me to get on the fuck bench. I climbed on to the wooden bench. It was solid, barely even moving as I rested my weight against the cool leather pads. I adjusted myself, feeling my cock throb underneath me. As the thick straps brushed against my legs and arms, I felt the first pangs of fear. Until now, it had been just play. It wasn't real. From the left and the right, two men stepped forward from the ranks, and adjusted the straps. First, they did my thighs, then my arms. I tested them, but the leather straps were tight and strong. I was totally naked, strapped into place, unable to move, and totally powerless to defend myself from perverted desires of the men surrounding me. The ritual may have been a bit dramatic and over-wrought, but there was a core of truth to it. I had agreed to be infected with a deadly disease, and, eventually, when I was on my deathbed, I would be able to trace it back to this night. As the reality of what I had started hit me, the room seemed to swallow me up. I could feel every stray draft across my skin. I could hear every slight shift in weight from the men around me. And most of all, I could smell them. Their masculine sweat was the dominant smell, but there was the hint of metallic tang from the pre-cum starting to drip from their erections. I wanted to slow it all down and think it through again. I had jerked off to every imaginable permutation and combination of getting infected, except for the actual reality itself. Now, faced with the harrowing reality of getting infected, I was having second thoughts. Once more, I pulled against the straps, but there was no more play than the first time. I was tied down and there was no chance of mercy from these men. Oblivious to my mounting fears and growing doubts, the man I now thought of as my executioner turned to his left side. Another man stood there, again, wearing nothing but a pair of boots and a black mask around his eyes. "My acolyte, has the cabal granted any relief for the ordeal?" "They have my Father. The sacrifice is allowed an emollient to begin. And with your blessing, he may enjoy the Dark Lord's glass cock." "The sacrifice is lucky," the executioner said. "Do you have the emollient?" "I do, my Father." "Then prepare the Sacrifice," he said. The man stepped forward from where he stood by the executioner, leaned down and extracted a thick tube from his boots. He walked towards me, and I could see it was a syringe, just lacking a needle. It was filled with an opaque white fluid. "We anoint the sacrifice with the semen of the Dark Lord." The man took up a position behind me, close enough that I could feel the warmth from his body against my skin. "This will hurt," he grunted. Before I could even fully process what he had said, he stuck his gloved hand into my crack, spreading my cheeks apart and exposing my hole. He pushed the syringe into my anus, forcing it deep within me. The sharp plastic edges hurt as it penetrated, but it was only for a moment. He pressed down, and there was a cool sensation in my gut. "Should be good," he grunted again, and pulled it out. He rubbed my hole for a few seconds, getting it to close up. "It will take a few minutes for the Dark Lord's semen to take effect," the executioner said. The gloved man stepped back from behind me and resumed his position next to the executioner. "Congregation, are you ready to begin?" the executioner asked. "We are," the men surrounding me answered. He turned back to Jeff. "Acolyte, are you ready?" "I am, my father," Jeff answered. He grabbed his erection and shook it. "Take the position," he told Jeff. Jeff stepped away from his place by the executioner, and walked behind me. He rubbed his cock against my crack. Between a bit of the semen from the syringe and the pre-cum on his cock, there was just enough lube for his shaft to slide back and forth. Like a torpedo to its target, his cock quickly found my hole. He paused and cleared his throat. "Thank you, Dark Lord, for allowing me to start the sacrifice in your honor." Jeff called out in a clear, loud voice, loud enough for the entire room to hear. "Hail Lucifer," the men replied. The response came from every side of the pentagram, enveloping me in the raucous joy of the men ready for the chance to breed me. "Thank you, Dark Lord, for your minions who have infected me." "Hail Lucifer," the response rose again from the men. Thank you Dark Lord, for the drugs that make me not care." "Hail Lucifer," came from the assembled men again. "Thank you, Dark Lord, for the opportunity to further your cause." "Hail Lucifer" "Thank you, Dark Lord, for the pleasure of converting the sacrifice to your cause." "Hail Lucifer" "Acolyte, you may begin the insemination," the Executioner said. "Thank you Sir," Jeff said. His cock was still resting against my hole, hard and dripping precum. "It will be my pleasure." His cockhead was primed and ready, but not yet in me. He pressed, and suddenly, the tip of his dick was inside me. It hurt, but only just a bit. He pressed again and his entire shaft was inside me. It hurt but at the same time, in that second of pain, I suddenly knew more about Jeff than months of casual conversation. I understood his anger at the boyfriend who had betrayed him and infected him. I knew about his shame and fear of being treated as a diseased pariah. I grasped his contentment of finding a community that accepted him. Most of all, I felt his ecstatic pleasure at being inside me. His cock was a hard, raw shaft buried inside of my body. He was dripping his infected pre-cum into me. The pain I felt from his hard cock penetrating my body was nothing. I could not deny Jeff his pleasure, his feeling of raw power over me just for the pain and discomfort he was putting me through. My agony was the very tiniest of offerings I could give to the Dark Lord. Jeff paused a moment with his balls pressed hard against my ass. His cock throbbed, and a bit of pre-cum leaked out. He grabbed my waist. It was more to give him some leverage; I was still secured to the fuck bench. No matter how hard Jeff pounded my ass, I would not be moving. I tensed, ready for his next move. "Oh fuck," he grunted in pleasure. "So tight," he murmured, just loudly enough for me to hear. He pulled his cock almost all the way out, so that just his head was still inside my hole. It was no longer the full length and width of his erection inside of me, but I still wasn't able to relax. "Be still," he murmured. "Open up for me. Open up and let the Dark Lord take over your body." Jeff paused for a moment, and then spoke again, louder this time. "May he?" he asked to the executioner. I looked up at the naked man. He was still this perfect specimen of masculinity, his body nearly all muscle, his chest covered with a light dusting of light brown hair flecked with grey. He nodded ever so slightly. I wondered if I had even seen it or if it was just my eyes playing tricks on me in the flickering candlelight. But, a young man walked out from among the gathered men, directly to me. He was different from the other men. For one, he was younger, maybe only barely twenty years old. It was easy to tell because he was not wearing a mask and his cock was imprisoned in a steel chastity cage. He was wearing sneakers as well; the overall impression was of a young man, still not sure of himself. In his hand, he had a familiar small brown bottle. "You'll want this," he said. He opened the bottle and held it under my nose. "Lucky," he murmured as I sniffed from the poppers. I inhaled deeply, letting the chemical fill my lungs. I held it long enough for the familiar warm waves of happiness to start to wash over my body. My entire body relaxed. Jeff could feel the change, and pressed his shaft back into me. "Let me in," Jeff said, pushing another inch of his hard shaft into my raw hole. This time, it did not hurt as much. There was still the warm, burning sensation in my hole, but the sharp pains had disappeared. Jeff's cock now felt like it belonged inside of me. As the poppers flooded my brain, I wanted more than just a few inches of Jeff's shaft in me. I wanted all of him. I wanted every man in the room to fuck me and fill me with his seed. I had never felt a hunger like this before. I tried to push back against Jeff's cock, but the leather straps held me in place. They were now a cruel joke. I had always known they were there to hold me in place and to keep me from running away from the assembled men. But, instead, they were keeping me from running towards my desires and dreams. "Calm down," Jeff said. "You'll get far more than you'll need." His cock slid the rest of the way into me and his balls slapped against my ass. Even as big as his cock was, it was still not enough for me. I looked around, craving each man's load. "The spirit of the Dark Lord is here," Jeff announced to the gathered men. There was a murmur of approval from the men. "The sacrifice can feel his hunger." I couldn't explain it, but Jeff was right. The hunger was consuming me, and the only way it could be satiated was from these men fucking me. Jeff pulled out, and slammed back into me. If it were not for the Dark Lord's influence, it would have been an excruciating experience. But instead, it felt completely natural and appropriate. As Jeff started to fuck me harder, the assembled men started to respond to the fucking. "Breed him," they said, there words punctuated by another forceful thrust from Jeff. "Convert him," they continued. Jeff's pace was picking up, and I wondered how far he was from cumming. In any other situation, I would have been terrified by what was happening. An HIV-positive man was fucking me raw, and was on the verge of cumming in me. "Infect him," the crowd called out. The poppers were strong; even a few minutes later, I was still flying and was craving more poppers, more cock, and most of all, a load in my raw hole. "Fuck him," the crowd called out. Suddenly, the executioner dropped his axe. The heavy iron head hit the ground with a loud thud; I could feel the vibration travel up the fuck bench and hit me in the chest. The crowd grew silent. The only sounds were Jeff's short, sharp breaths announcing just how close to orgasm he was. "It is time," the executioner said. "Kill him." The command pushed Jeff over the edge. "Take my load," he grunted as his cock slammed into my hole. The first warm jet of spooge of his orgasm simultaneously landed deep inside of me. "Take my dirty cum," he moaned, as another jet shot from his cock into my unprotected hole. As his cum filled my hole, I knew there was truly no going back. I had crossed the Rubicon. The die had been cast. I had taken infected cum. I'm sure I had done it before, in a moment of weakness, when I let a random stranger from the bar fuck me. But this time, it was different. I had known exactly who Jeff was. I had known exactly how dangerous it would be to have sex with him. And far from being scared, all I could think about was the next man who would cum in me. His cock would be thick and hard, dripping infected pre-cum, and I would beg for it. I looked up to see the executioner. He was still standing in front of me and his cock was just as hard as ever. Precum was dripping from the head and down his foreskin. "The execution has begun," he said. "Bring out the spice. Satiate your hungers with our willing sacrifice. And let our Dark Lord feed off your perverted and depraved pleasures." "Hail Lucifer," the assembled crowd of men replied, as they moved forward, into the pentagram that I was the center of. "Hail the Dark Lord."

Fuckin'☣️ink~! Will be back in FTL March 23 to April 02/24. Dungeon room @ Inn Leather FTL, FL No Load refused. Posted on BBRT too. Looking for anonymous, promiscuous, and public...😈🐷

I find this post rather amusing. May I ask what you were expecting. This is the US, sex is everywhere. We don't have manners here, we just bluntly ask - "do you want to fuck"?

Took 2 loads Friday. First guy from sniffles invited me over to his place. He said I needed to get there quick as he had stuff to do and didn’t have much time. 10 minutes later he has me ass up on his couch with my head shoved in a cushion and fucks me deep and hard for about 10 minutes before blowing his load deep inside me. as I am driving away, I get another sniffles message from some random guy asking if I am taking loads. Of course I respond yes an 5 minutes later I am bent over in a park bathroom with him balls deep in me. Between him and the guy before I had cum dripping down my crack the rest of the day.

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.

First time I got fucked was bare and he came balls deep inside me. I started on PrEP shortly after and I haven't been fucked with a condom yet.

Years ago I was buying a book at the local Barnes and Noble. At one point the cashier said that she had a customer ask for a book. Cashier asked what kind of book was it. "Um, it has a yellow cover and the author is a woman. And stuff."

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

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!

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.

I was on Grindr last night and was contacted by a young fraternity guy .They were having a party and were looking for an older bottom guy to play with. Two rules 1. there would be 15-20 guys there would be alcohol I had to accommodate any and all with oral and anal 2, there would be no condoms I had to take cum either in my mouth or ass All would be at least 20-25 years old. I went to the house and got ready in one no of the bedrooms after some drinks they started to wonder in i the 5 hours I was there I got 10 loads in my ass and 6 in my mouth Highlight was three guys who fucked me immediately one after the other One would pull out and the next go right in After they were done I had cum dripping down my balls on the bed my ass and jaw were sore the next day

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.

well, i dont know where you live, but if you are into piss I would suggest you to go to any Piss party in Berlin, instead of flying to California. WNH it is ok , but it is not as kinky as the piss parties in Europe.

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.

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

Excellent writing. I feel like I’m in the room and I’m hard as fuck.

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.”

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

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

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)

A fantastic conclusion of the initiation. Oh how I dream to to be the Pledge! Now, it's time for the Pledge to become a full member of the Brotherhood by recruiting new Pledges and expand the Brotherhood! Thank you for a story line that celebrates Cock and his Glory and Power of Life--the Sacred Cum.

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 guess I would soon find out as Sergio face fucked one of the twinks while he eyed the twink that was fingering and eating my hole. Pozzed While Cruising 11 Sergio movies the twink that was eating my ass, knelt down between my legs and lined his mostly unlubed cock up with my ass. It hurt like a mother fucker, but I was determined to get his thick Mexican cock in my slutty hole. I wanted his load to be mixed with everyone else’s that I was sure to get that night and that weekend. Jake continued his effort to poz the QB while Dan fed his cock to Josh in a poz QB spit-roast. Josh was in pig heaven taking cock at both ends. Part of me wished the girls that throw themselves at him and his hangers-on could see him taking cock up his ass and sucking cock like pig whore. I wondered what people would think of me taking this over-sized Mexican cock. I would not care if my own mother walked in. I would not let him stop breeding my slut hole. Paul came up behind Sergio and massage his shoulders, felt up his clearly defined pecs and let him sniff some strong poppers. Sergio power drove his thick dick into my boy chute. I begged him for his cum. While Paul kept letting him take hits off of the poppers. What I did not know was that Paul was fingering Sergio’s virgin ass. Sergio, at first, was resistant, but the more he fucked me. He fucked himself on Paul’s fingers. My ass was a powerful force as he was slowly deflowering his own cunt. Paul made him take a deep drag off the poppers while he slid in behind Sergio and put his thick 7’ cock at Sergio’s hole. So with each thrust a bit of Paul’s cock pushed into him. The more he fucked me the more he fucked himself. Paul pushed into Sergio deep as Sergio pushed all 9 inches of his carmel cock deep in my ass. I could feel his thickness contract and expand as he unloaded his second nut of the day deep in me. Paul looked over his shoulder at me and really began to pound into Sergio. Sergio never lost his hardness as his cock stayed rooted in my butt as Paul jack-hammered his cock deep into him. I could feel Paul’s thrust through Sergio and in my ass. Sergio was moaning. Paul was hitting Sergio in just the right spot and Serg was loving it. I was too. I was close to cumming again and so was Sergio. Across the room Jake was breeding Josh with his poz load telling the QB he was getting his gift. I could tell Josh had no clue what that meant, but he mumbled through Dan’s cock, “yes, breed me!” I came clenching my cock around Sergio’s cock who clenched down on Paul’s cock. Jake flooded Josh’s hole. Paul came in Sergio and Sergio bred my gash. The whole room was cumming into someone's ass, but the twinks were feeling left out. One of the twinks, crawled under Josh telling the room that he was going to suck the QB’s cock like every girl on campus wants to do. The room filled with laughter. Josh looked up at Dan and asked Dan if he wanted to add his load to his used ass. Dan quickly shot behind Josh and had his thick 6 incher inserted down to the base in one motion and soon had Jake’s cum frothing in and out of Josh. We all sat back and watched Dan fuck the QB. Dan was very vocal. He was exclaiming to the room that he was going to breed Josh with his poz load. I could see Josh get wide-eyed and the twinks looked at each other. Jake said, “yeah none of you asked us you all got a poz load and loads deep in your ass and belly’s.” He grabbed one of the twinks closest to him and guided his head to his cock. The twink did not fight his advances and the other twink was locked in a “69” with Josh as Josh was getting bred by Dan. Paul and Sergio were locked in a deep kiss as I was on my knees cleaning their cocks. I felt a slap on my ass. I looked back without taking Sergio’s cock out of my mouth. “Move over slut,” Jake said” ‘I want some Mexican ass”. Jake pushed me out of the way, laid Sergio on his back, hiked up his legs and slowly pushed his thick 8inch cock into the Mexican whore. I laid back and asked Paul if he was ready to drive his big cock in me. He did not have to be asked twice, but he had a better idea. He made me and the free twink lay across the couch on our knees. He slipped his cock into the twink and fucked into him about 5 to 10 strokes and then pulled out and fucked me 5 to 10 strokes. More to cum I love the feedback and hot chat guys. Hit me up Joey

Please ignore any random spelling errors or odd punctuation my iPad key bored is horrible haha. Everyone remembers the first time they stepp out and play with someone else.... I was a married 28 year old living in a new city. My husband had been relocated by his employer and his new job had him traveling three times a month to different parts of the country. Life was great for us. We had been married for six years, his job provided us with plenty of perks, and we were happily monogamous. Seattle was everything we had heard, amazing food, great views, and plenty of eye candy. The only downfall of his new job was he never had time to go out, so our friend pool was super shallow. Each time he went out of town I found myself stuck at home and bored out of my mind. I had yet to find a new job, so my days at home consisted of me watching Netflix, binging on porn, and eating whatever I wanted. We weren’t gym god gays at all. The husband was a typical midwestern guy with blonde hair, blue eyes, and a towering height of six foot 3. He weighed a little over 260 lbs, and was the definition of a bear. I on the other hand was a 5 foot 7 furry brown haired cub. Not really fat, but a nice mixture of husky, and the remains of muscles from my teenage years playing football in high school. Our sex life was the standard married sex life. We fucked twice a week and always in the same position. Even though my husband was a big bear, he was the biggest bottom ever. He rarely fucked me and when he did he was never able to cum in my ass like I craved. In the six years of our marriage, he was only able to breed me once and that took me riding him while he did nothing. Super exciting right? We had been in Seattle for a little over a month, and we hadn’t had sex since we moved. Jack was busy working almost everyday, and he didn’t get home until well after 7 pm. Each night I would greet him with a glass of wine and dinner in hopes he would be in the mood. Each night it was the same answer. “I’m so tired, lets have sex tomorrow morning.” Each morning passed and here I was sexless and frustrated. Each passing day allowed my mind to wander more and more. I was starting to notice more guys when ever I went out, and I caught myself going grocery shopping at stores in the gay district. II never planned to do anything outside of the house, but as we all know, our dicks will lead us to doing crazy things. Jack had just left for a two week trip to Boston, and I finally had it. A little flirting on an app wouldn’t be considered cheating right? We had downloaded scruff when we moved in hopes that it would gain us some friends to explore town with. Jack did not know however that I had also downloaded Growlr, and set up a profile with just some body shots. I had used this a few times to dirty chat with guys, trade pictures, and jack off when he wasn’t home. It’s was an absolute rush to chat with someone who didn’t know me and see what they would do to me. I always focused on guys that were from out of town in hopes that they would never see me in real life. I knew jack would kill me if we ran into a guy on the street that I had sexed with. Jack had been gone for five days, and my diick was constantly hard. No matter how many times I jacked off I was still horny as fuck. It was 8 pm on a a Friday night when I jumped in the shower. I knew I was going to have some fun with some of our toys and I wanted to be nice and clean. I had logged on to growler and woofed a few guys before showering. As a scrubbed down my body fur I heard the familiar noise of an incoming message. The noise caused my dick to rise instantly. By the end of my shower I was clean and ready to have night in with me, my poppers, and a 10 inch dildo named Stan. II dried off, grabbed my phone and went to lay down on my bed. Not only had I received a message, the guy had unlocked his pics, and sent me a few more. We exchanged the normal, hey....what’s up....horny? Conversation. He told me his name,that was in town on business, and asked if I ever played with married guys on the DL. When I read this I started to leak precum. I told him that I was also married and that my husband was out of town and that we were also monogamous. The conversation kept going normallly until he asked me if I got off on cheating. This wa something I had never really thought about, but as I laid there stroking my dick I realized that I was really getting into the idea of it. “It’s somthing I hadn’t really ever thought of. We have been monogamous our entire relationship” ”Same. Well he thinks we have been. I started playing around when I traveled a few months ago and the rush of a new dick is insane.” ”Oh really? Don’t you feel guilty?” ”I did at first. But then when I bred the second guy I played with that all went out the door!” When I read the word bred, I felt an orgasm building. But instead of shooting I stopped jacking off and took a deep breath. I thought to myself that maybe I should just delete the app and go to bed. I wasn’t about to go cheat on my man and take a strangers load. II slowly typed a message back with shaking fingers. “Oh wow. Don’t you worry about catching something? “ ”Nah...as a top its rare to get an STD that isn’t treatable with something, and I only fuck neg guys.” ”I guess that makes sense.” Our conversation continued, and we kept sending pics back and forth. Paul was totally my type. He was a ginger bear in his early 40s with a ton of body hair and a thick uncut cock. It was when he started to send pictures of him breeding a guy that I felt the start of an orgasm coming on. I stopped jacking off and we continued to chat. “So Chris, doo you think I could get a face picture?” ”Uh....I don’t really send those since my man doesn’t know I have this app.” ”Oh, cmon, I’m not from here, im a cheater myself and I wouldn’t show anyone. Be a good son and show daddy a face pic.” That was it. He had found my weak spot calling me son. Without realizing what I was doing, I held my phone above me and took a picture that showed my fave and my furry body. The moment I hit send I felt a twinge in my stomach. What was I doing? I took another deep breath and heard a message alert tone. ”Damn son...you are one cute fucking cub. I love the beard and those eyes just suck you in. Dont you wanna be a goood boy and come ride daddy’s cock? I mean, it says were only .2 miles from each other. So my airbnb must be pretty close.” Damn, the guy was super close and was now calling me son. I could feel my dick starting to take over my mind. Would meeting the guy really be that bad? I mean, maybe I could have him over for a glass of wine? ”Oh you’re a bad daddy! Trying to get me to cheat.” ”Son, I think you’ve already made the decision. You sent me a face in after all.” He was right. The fact I had sent him a face pic and called him daddy had told him that I wanted his dick inside of me. My ass twitch at the thought of taking his thick uncut cock raw. ”Son, wouldn’t it be hot to be bred in the bed you share with your man? Wouldn’t it be sexy to take your daddy’s load while you bite his pillow? Trust me, a night of me fucking you and you’ll never forget me...ever.” ”That does sound hot...I haven’t ever thought that cheating on my husband would ever be something I would do....” ”See son, your already becoming ok with the idea of taking my dick bareback and letting me give you what you’ve always wanted a needed.” ”Would you be ok with coming here and having some wine and just seeing what happens? I mean, if we just jack off next to each other that’s just as fun right?” “Sure son, I love a good wine, and I love looking at a cub jacking off. When can I come over? I froze before I wrote the next message. Was I really about to invite a guy over and possibly have sex with him? I slowly typed my next messsage and took a minute before I hit send. “you can com over now. I just showered and have a few bottles of red already out. Here’s my address.” ”Looks likewise only a five minute walk son. I’m on my way.” When he sent this my dick hardened to the point of it hurting. I had just invited over a guy that wanted to pump a load into me. I quickly ran downstairs and opened a bottle of wine and chugged down half of it. I knew I needed liquid courage too do what I was about to do. Before I knew it I heard a knock at the door. As I went to answer it I realized that I was naked, great I thought to myself. What a way to answer the door. Paul stood at the door wearing gym shorts and a sweatshirt. I could see he didn’t have a shirt on under it and I guessed he was camando as well. “Wow son, what a way to greet your daddy!” I went to cover my junk and I blushed. ”YEah...I was jacking off in bed when you messaged me. I can throw on some underwear if you like.” ”Up to you. Though I wouldn’t mind seeing you in a jock if you have one. “ He smacked my ass as he entered the door. “Wow. What a nice place you have!” I heard him call as I ran upstairs for a jock. ”Yeah, we just moved here a few months ago” I called back down as I grabbed a jock and slid it on. “The husband works for a big company and they offered to give us a package that included money to move into a place. “ By the time I finished saying this I was back downstairs. ”Oh woof son, that jock looks great on you! You might be one of the harriest cubs Ive ever seen!” I could see him looking me up and down. I could also also see his dick rising in his gym shorts. “Why thanks Paul...erm, daddy” This sentence sealed the deal. I knew that by the end of the night I was going to have a naked man in my house that wasn’t my husband. “Would you like a glass of wine?” I asked as I poured myself some. I could feel the wine I chugged earlier taking over my mind and lowering my inhabiitions. ”Yes please! I had a long day of travel and a glass or four sounds great!” He said this while walking into the kichen. He ended up behind me and slowly moved his arms around me. I could feel his dick rubbing my ass I knew that by the end of the night we would be doing more then just jacking off. He slowly rubbed he hands on my furry stomach and down to my bulging pouch. “Wow son, someone is excited to see daddy!” I could feel his hands all over me. With each pass I grew hornier and hornier. I threw back my glass of wine, and slowly ground my ass into his dick. “It also looks like you want daddy’s dick up that furry ass.” He said this in a growling low voice right behind my ear. I could feel every breath of his on my neck. He grabbed two bottles of wine from the counter and asked me to lead him to our bedroom. My mind was racing as we walked upstairs. I was leading a man to our bedroom, and I knew I was about to do something irreversible. The moment we got into the rooom he tossed back the remaining wine from one bottle and sat them both down on the nightstand. He them looked at me directly in the eyes and I just melted. He slowly walked to me, grabbed my face and started to kiss me. The moment his tongue entered my mouth he had me. Jack was not a fan of kissing and I loved it. I felt Paul wrap his thick arms around me as we fell onto the bed. “Is this the bed you share with your husband son?” He asked me as he laid on top of me. His weight felt perfect on me and I could feel wet spots on both of us. “ Is this the bed daddy’s gonna breed you in? Your husband isn’t here to tell you to stop. But don’t worry, daddy is a better top that he is and ill fuck you better then he ever has.” We continued to kiss and grind against each other. “Yes daddy, this is our bed.” I said in a muffled tone. His mouth continued to kiss me. I felt one of his hands move down to his shorts and in one motion he ripped them off. His cock came out and popped down on my stomach. II could feel the head of his dick ooozing precum. He scooped it up and slowly moved it towards my ass. “Might as well get you lubed up a little son. Natures lube is the best for daddy to breed his son with. “ I felt his fingers part my cheaks and rub his precum on my hairy hole. “Mmmmm. Son I can feel your hole twitch” as he said this he leaked more and more precum until my stomach was soaked. For ten minutes he worked more and more of it into my ass until he was able to successfully get three fingers up me. By this time my hole was open and sloppy with his juice. I groaned and said, “Daddy that feels so good. You’re precum inside of me makes me feel so slutty.” ”You are a slut son. You’re letting daddy work his pre into you on the bed you share with your man. You’re a cheater just like your dad. “ As he said this her worked one more finger up me and he began to massage my prostrate. With each rub I moaned and moaned. He could tell that I was a bottom in need of a real man. I felt him move and he passed me the bottle of poppers from the nightstand. “ Here son take a few hits. Daddy wants to see you piggy out when I start to rub my dick.” I took the poppers, opened them up and inhaled the fumes. between the wine and the poppers I was in heaven. Daddy looked at me and chuckled, “now there’s the little piggy cub I knew you were. Your eyes look soo fucked up. Ready for my cock son?” The poppers had hit me. “Yeah daddy, give me that raw dick. Fuck a load into me. Fuck me better then my husband could ever do!” I screamed these. Words out as Paul rubbed his cock on my hole. I could feel my ring release as he slowly slid in. He was so thick that I had to take one more hit. Thankfully he had worked my hole with his precum before his assault. Inch by inch he entered me. I was feeling feelings that I hadn’t felt in years. It felt like minutes had passed when he was balls deep in me. Here I was, a married man, with a bear inside me raw....and he wasn’t my husband Daddy slowly rocked back and forth. With each rock he looked at me, “Take a few more hits son. Let your inner dick pig come out. Show daddy how much you want his gift. Show daddy that you want him to change you forever!” I took three more hits and let them roll over me. As they hit I moaned out, “Daddy fuck me. Breed me. Give me your seed!” My mind was gone. I was no longer the good husband. I was a bottom pig begging for my dads cum. “That’s it boy. Keep taking those hit. Beg me for my gift, beg me for my cum” I could see sweat dripping down his face and onto me. He looked me in the eyes as he lowered himself. As he continued to breed me, he kissed my neck and then slowly moved up to my ear. Withe a gentle bit he asked me a question, “does my son know his daddy is a gifter?” I froze. I had read things about gifters and what that meant. “Take another hit son, let daddy give you the gift that you known you’ve wanted. Once you get my gift you’ll be able to have sex with anyone.” He kissed me again and grabbed the poppers. Instead of having me huff them he soaked his gym shorts with them and held them to my face. I could smell the poppers and his sweat, I could smell the man who was fucking me, and I could smell my ultimate demise. With each smell my ass lossened more, and daddy fucked me harder and harder. I could’ve stopped him, but I wanted his load. “That’s it son. Let daddy breed you and change you forever. I can feel your ass wanting it. “ We were both sweating and I was in a popper high. Minutes of fucking went by when I saw him close his eyes and tense up. I could also feel his dick harden and I knew what was about to happen. “Son! You’re getting it. Your getting it! What a good boy! Take my poz cum!” As I felt him cum in me I grabbed his ass and pulled him in as deep as he could he go. The deed was done and with a few more thrusts I shot my load all over us. our room smelled like sweat and cum and I didn’t care. Daddy pulled out of me and fell to the bed next to me. Laying on my husbands pillow I looked down at his dick and saw a mixture of cum, spots of blood, and ass juice. He saw me looking and said, “Looks like your gonna be just like daddy after all. I always knew you’d take after my side of the family,” With that he rolled over, grabbed me and we drifted off to sleep. 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Part 4: I lost sense of time and space. My mind was only loosely aware of what was happening to me. I enjoyed myself, I lost all control, and I felt like I was doing exactly what I was needing to do in that moment. I never passed out, but I also wasn't fully aware of what was happening to me. At times I was blindfolded, at other times I was locked in and looking forward at the screens while I was getting fucked, other times the red lights came back on. There was a show being put on for the people in the room and for the viewers on the internet, and I wasn't the star, but I was the landscape and the horizon all in one. The sex, the degradation, the humiliation, and the lust, these were the real stars of the show. I don't know how long I was there, but it had to have been at least the day. I never fully had the chance to come out of it. However, I did notice when the action stopped. Things went quiet for a time. I may have slept. I remember being wet and raw. I didn't get off the entire time and my hard on had long left me, but I was soaked through on the cushion I was draped over with a mix of my own pre-cum and the raw fluids of those who used me. I was released and still slightly out of it, dressed, and then thrown into the back of a car. I heard a few words being given to the driver, then I was pulled away from the house. The driver asked me a few questions, but I couldn't really respond. I was barely cleaned up before being thrown in the car. I likely had semen in visible places. I mumbled to the driver a few words, assuming I was being driven home. I blurted my address. The streets and landmarks passed by, but it wasn't until I was in my own driveway that I started to come to. It was now night time, probably late. My phone was dead. I fumbled for a wallet and keys and the driver stopped me, saying in a think middle eastern accent, "No no. You don't have to pay with money. Do you need help?" I nodded and tried to find the door handle. I managed to get it and open the door but dropped my phone and keys as I did. The driver hopped out of the car and started to help me with my items and getting in the house. He pulled me roughly from the car and stood me upright, holding me much tighter than I would have liked, although, I appreciated and needed the help. His hands and body heat started to stir up the longing in me. I had been used quite heavily already that day, but not having gotten off myself, nor having the chance to really appreciate the experience left me wanting more. Or perhaps, it was because I truly was a whore now. Craving cock and intimacy more than dignity. The driver used my keys to let me enter into the dark house. My bedroom wasn't far off from the entrance and I indicated where it was and he brought me there. He threw me on the bed. I landed face down and ass up, barely able to move. I felt him start to undress me, pulling my clothes around me roughly, while he said a few indistinct words. I had an idea of what was coming and I neither wanted to resist, nor did I have the energy to participate. "This is how you are going to pay". He got on top of me, my pants and underwear were around my ankles and my shirt was pulled up over my head. I was exposed, but not quite naked. I felt a few slaps of a cock against my ass and the sound of him spitting. I doubt he even needed the extra spit for lube, but who was I to tell him otherwise. He entered with aggression and purpose, diving deeply into my ass without much warning or care. He let his body rest on mind as he pumped in and out of me. I had no ability to tell how big or thick he was, my ass was too numb from the drugs and the use. As he plowed me I felt myself get hard and as he thrust inside me, my cock robbed against the comforter on my bed. He didn't last long, and neither did I. The friction from his fucking caused me to explode as he did. He bust inside me with a loud grunt and I moaned as my dick finally had a release. The driver pumped in and out of me a few more times then pulled out, slapped my ass and said, "Thanks for the payment, slut. See you around." He got dressed, leaving the door to my bedroom open, and left. I laid there in a mix of my own cum and his, mixing in with the many loads I had taken dribbling out onto my bed. I was exhausted, spent, used. I didn't even have the energy to take off the rest of my clothes. I fell asleep as is, exposed, with cummy ass to the world. I barely dreamt, but when I did, it was of cock. This experience was likely to change my life forever. The end (Maybe for now).

Part 3: Brrrrup. The sound of grindr notifications were echoing through my mind, as the sound of a person disrobing came from behind me. I couldn't see the person, as my head was locked and forced me to look forward at the screen that my captors were using to broadcast my future. I couldn't control what was going to happen to me, but I could see what was being planned and what was happening to me. It was an out of body experience in the best way. I was so turned on. I love seeing Grindr messages and emails and communications from others that were short, sweet, and dripping in sexual energy. My high mind and used hole were twitching with anticipation. The image of me in black & white on the right hand side showed a top down image that was cropped to show my ass, my lower and upper back, and all the way up to my face. The screen showed a bit of empty space in front my face and behind my ass, but not for long. I could hear the other person in the room approaching me and from the screen I could see the hard dick appear first. It was rock hard, pointing upwards towards the ceiling. Meanwhile, on the other side of the screen I could see the messages and notifications coming, with my captors responding. The message that was currently on the screen read, "Yeh. Someone is fucking him right now, just arrived. You can join if you want, or you can have him after?" The other person replied back, "On my way". I was too high to know where to focus. Do I stare at the screen, the video footage of me getting used, or do I close my eyes and focus on the sensations? Was I scared? Did I agree to this? Did that matter? I couldn't really ponder these questions, but as I failed to take the thinking much further, I felt the cock enter my hole. As he did, the top groaned just as he bottomed out. I couldn't stop watching myself being fucked. There was a bush sprouting up around my ass cheeks where the tops cock met his body. He was fully impaled in me and it was amazing to look at. I would know it was me and then forget, then I would realize again, and these realizations came in waves just like the feeling of the drugs. The top pulled out and plunged back in and started up a rhythm. I started huffing on the poppers. It had been a few moments since I had taken any poppers, too lost in thought about my previous fuck-escapades. The high of the drugs and the poppers met with a furious warmth and my brain lost as much control as my body had already experienced. I was so happy to be used. The top didn't say anything else except for his first few words when he entered and the initial groan. I just started at the video image of him pumping me deep and fast. He leaned forward over my body and the image was slightly obscured as he reached his arm around the front of me and pulled me back by the neck. The room was still dark, even with the screen portraying the messages and live footage. I could barely make out the shape and size of his arm as he pulled it around me, tightening on my neck. I heard the door open again and suddenly the screen shut off and the light in the room was gone. The top inside me kept plowing with an intensity that would have broken me if I wasn't high. The light in the room switched and suddenly everything took on a deep red glow like I was in a seedy darkroom at a bathhouse. My captors knew what they were doing. The top inside me kept plowing me as I heard the sounds of someone or some others enter the room. The top inside of me released my neck and let me fall down again a bit. My whole body was moving with his thrusts and my dick and balls were being slammed against the furniture I was strapped over. I was getting used to the rhythm and had my eyes staring aimlessly at the ground. I didnt want to look up, I barely could look anywhere anyway. I saw two pairs of bare feet lit up by the dark red light appear in front of me. I felt a dick swat my cheek followed by a command. "Suck me". I felt the dick on my face slide down my cheek and across my mouth. It came from the right. The pair of feet in front of me approached closer as well and I felt a second dick on my face from the other side. I opened my mouth and took in the dick from the right. The man inside me growled. Now I was being spit roasted with a dick on the side, my whole purpose to be in service of others. I was high, out of control, not knowing what day it was, who I was being used by, and what the rest of this day had in store for me. The dick in my mouth pulled out and was replaced by the dick to the left. This was a smaller uncut dick, with a dripping wet head. My mouth was smeared with precum. Again, another command was issued from my right. "Suck him. Get him ready for your ass fag". The top on the right moved away out of my limited sight, towards the back. I felt him trail my body with his hand as he moved towards my ass. The top inside me moved from being mostly on top of me to standing and plowing me in an upright position. His breath and movements became more intense, less rhythmic and more lost in my body. He made a few guttural noises and I felt a deep and hard slap on my ass as he bottomed out and spasmed. He held his jerking dick inside me while I had the smaller wet uncut dick in my mouth and another dick next to my body, waiting to use my hole next. The top inside groaned, "fuck" as he pulled out of me. I felt my asshole stay open, as if to invite the next top in. It didn't take long. I heard the sounds of shuffling and the dick that was in my mouth moments ago was now at the edge of my hole. I heard soft sounds of clothing being put on as this next dick was shoved in. The scene played itself out exactly as you could imagine. The top in my ass was loving my used and wet hole. The dick in my mouth was building up energy and intention for when it was the owner's turn to use my ass. The drugs kept me as high as ever. The two men who were left didn't talk, barely interacted, just the odd "fuck yeah" and grunt of encouragement to each other. The top inside me didnt last long. He pulled out and jerked his cockat the edge of my hole, cumming on my ass and then shoved it back in. "Yeh, take it bitch. Fuck". He plowed a few more times, milking his cock in my hole, and pulled out. The owner of the cock in my mouth paused, pulled out half way before saying, "you ready? Im not pulling out all like he did and Im gonna cum quick". I could feel cum leaking down my ass cheeks and cross my balls. I was mounted again quickly by this third top. His dick was already wet, engorged, and ready to use my hole from having some prep time from my mouth. As he fucked me I couldnt hear the other guy and I assumed the guy before him had already left. I felt ravenous. The top inside me didn't last long, a few minutes at most. As he built up to his climax he put his fingers in my mouth and pulled my head back. His fingers tasted awful, like they were covered in something acidic and metallic, but the flavour was soon replaced by warmth in my ass and in mouth. He was giving me more drugs while he was seeding my ass. He didn't linger in my asshole. A few shudders and gasps and he pulled out of my gaping hole. I heard him mutter a few words, then silence for a few moments, followed by the sound of a door opening and closing. I waited for something else to happen, some indication that I was going to be used again, but nothing. I waited in silence for a few moments. I was so horny that I couldn't stop grinding my dick into the furniture. By now everything under my hips was soaked with lube and cum. I was a wreck. I was fuzzy and had trouble focusing. The light in the room changed again as the screen came back on with black screen and white letters spelling out, "You get a break now. Enjoy it, because more men are on their way. Soon you will have some decisions to make. Till then, enjoy the show. Our subscribers surely will". The video changed again and I could see the footage again, except this time there were three different screens. There was the top down image from before, but also there was a wider shot showing more of the room, and a shot from what looked to be right from the screen in front of me highlighting my face and shoulders. I watched myself take a hit of poppers as a man approached me from behind. I realized, I was watching the scene from a few minutes ago. I was going to relive it. I took a hit of poppers and decided I would take this opportunity to enjoy it. At the bottom of the screen I saw messages coming in. "Fuck, this video is hot. He is going to get used." "What a fag" "Best videos on the web" I was being streamed. The people who had invited me over and put me in this position, were not just whoring me out, they were filming it and making money off of some sort of live stream. I took another hit of poppers. I guess I might as well enjoy the show before I become the show once again.

PART 2: I was spinning. I could hear porn playing but not much else. The volume was low enough that I could make out that someone was getting railed on a video, probably with multiple people, but I couldn't make out much else. I set there and felt the last remnants of jizz dribbling off my face and cooling on my exposed ass. I wasn't cold, the room felt hot and I was high as fuck. I was grinding my cock and balls into the ottoman and waiting to hear any noise or indication that something else was going to happen. Yet, nothing did. I could feel myself getting more and more high, whatever they had given me was electrifying my body, making me incredibly horny, and giving me zero interest in turning back. Fear was not something I was currently experiencing. While I waited, my mind was drifting. I needed something other than the subtle sounds of porn and grinding against my soaked jock into the ottoman. I couldn't really process how I ended up here, the steps from home to this position seemed blurry, however, I started to recall other times I had been fucked while high and out of control. My first experience of partying and fucking, and my first experience of bare sex, came flooding back to me. I replayed the scene over and over in my head while I waited. I was a few years younger, having spent most of my time bartending and partying. I got in with a really fun crowd of people who liked to get a bit messy, go out, and hang out well into the next day at after parties. Before I had partied too much, a friend offered me some after a shift had ended where we worked together. I didnt think much of it, I didnt really know how it was going to make me more of a cock slut, I just figured, why not have a little fun? I asked for a half dose and my friend agreed. I didnt realize that she had actually given me a full dose and only pretended to give me a whole does. The night was fun. I didnt really think about hooking up or cruising, I mostly just enjoyed my time with my friends. When things started to wind down we all headed towards our respective homes. I stopped by my friends house as it was on the way to my place and we chatted a bit. She was ready to pass out and could barely keep herself up. She told me I could crash in her sisters room downstairs in the basement if I wanted, as there was no one else around for the weekend. She didnt say much of anything else, just got up and headed up to her room. I hadn't been rolling too hard, nor did I feel all that fucked up. I hadn't even opened Grindr or any other apps the entire night. I decided to get up and leave, then suddenly, I felt like I wasn't ready for sleep. I also didn't feel like going home. It was still dark out and I wanted more. My friend had left her purse downstairs and my mind started to wander. If I had only taken half a hit, why not take some more? I got up, grabbed her purse, and headed to her sisters room. Her sisters room was down in a half finished basement with a bathroom, entrance, and a small kitchenette. My friend was two floors above me and there was no one else. The bedroom was nice and dark, with deep curtains over the window, but still I couldnt bring myself to go to sleep. I just stared at her purse, wondering, were there more drugs, could I or should I take some? What then? I went to her purse. I didnt need to look hard. Inside was a small mints container with the same small brown pills I had seen before. Rolled up in the bag next to it was another smaller bag of white powder. I knew what was up. I grabbed the small container and went to the kitchen. I grabbed a beer out of the fridge, and downed two pills. I was feeling sweaty and realized it would be a good time to take a shower or bath and to just relax into the day. I hadn't brought any extra clothes with me, I also knew I could go home at any time, but I figured id wait here to see how I feel, just in case. As I went to shower, I realized I had not eaten in over 12 hours, yet I wasn't hungry at all. The pills would probably take a while to kick in and I started to feel a bit nervous, but I wasnt too worried. I opened up my phone and it was almost dead. I was feeling a bit of a buzz from deep swigs of the beer and I decided to ramp it up a notch with the white powder. I cut up a few lines and hit some, thinking, "fuck, I am going to need to pay for this". I'd figure that out later. I noticed that I had a few Grindr notifications and as the buzz grew and I stood there in the bathroom contemplating a shower and what my next steps were going to be, I opened up the app. There wasn't much. A few message from guys way earlier in night. I was in a somewhat residential area so a lot of blank profiles were near me, likely straight closeted dudes. I could feel warmth and electricity radiating out from my belly and my brain started feeling foggy. I realized I better shower quick. Just as I took off my clothes I heard the familiar beep of a Grindr notification. I got two messages, one from a 25 year old blank profile, and another from a 47 year old profile of a guy with a pic where he was wearing bike shorts and a tank top and you could. make out a sizeable bulge. I turned on shower and checked the messages. Both profiles indicated they were tops. 47 year old: Hey, you looking? 25 year old: Sup? I didnt want to waste my time or battery charge and the growing high was suddenly making me horny. I was stroking my dick and starting to roll a bit, with a bit of difficulty looking at the screen. I sent my location to both and wrote, "bottom here, horny to get fucked. At a friends in their basement in a bedroom. There is a separate entrance to the floor I am on. Friend is passed out two floors up. Can host if you are cool with it being quick and quiet. Battery is almost dead." I didnt get a response from the 47 year old before showering, but the 25 year old responded with a dick pic. A nice 7 in uc dick with shaved balls showed up on my screen with a message, "awesome. looking to top here. I can be to you in 10 minutes if you want? into anything else?" I wrote back, "Cool. Come on over. I am just jumping in the shower. Come on in and I will be on the bed in the dark waiting for you." I sent the address and instructions for my room. By this point I was really high, not sure off of what or if I was going to get any worse, but I was really rolling. I knew my time was limited so I jumped in the shower right away. I could hear my phone beeping a bit more, but knew I needed to get clean. I had a hard time not stroking my dick. I focused on the key areas, trying to clean out as best I could but I definitely rushed. I was banking on not having eaten in hours and knowing my body to feel if I was clean enough. I fingered myself in the shower and there was no resistance. Just complete horniness. I went from being completely uninterested in sex to becoming ravenous. I got out of the shower and saw messages from both guys and a couple of taps. I bolted to the room bringing the drugs and the beer, while grabbing another beer from the fridge and turning off all the lights in the unit, and dove into the bed. I opened the message from the 47 year old. He wrote, "I am a few streets over. I can come over if you want? Sounds like a hot set up." I saw my dying battery and rolled the mental dice and wrote almost the same message to him that I wrote the other guy, except adding that my battery was about to die. I checked the message from the 25 year old, and could barely read it. "I am outside in my car across the street, you ready?" I wrote back, "yes". I checked the message from the other guy and didnt get a response, but saw that my phone was at 1%. I figured, might as well be honest in my final message. "Hey, I have someone else coming over right now and phone is about to die, if you want to come over do so in 20 minutes? Door is unlocked". I hit send, and heard a grindr notification pop up and went to check the message. It was from the 25 year old and just as I was about to open the message the phone died. Fuck. I wasn't sure what I should do. I sat there silently, ass up on the bed. I was rolling super hard and felt so horny. I realized I dont know if either of them would actually come, then also realized I didnt have any lube, condoms, or poppers. Just me, high as fuck, in my friend's sister's bed, making bad decisions and stealing my friends drugs. The 25 year old had said he was on the street so I figured I might as well go look out the window. I crawled out of bed, feeling all kinds of wobbly. My eyes were starting to shift and cross and it was hard to stand up right. I got out to the living room and looked up and out through the window. I could see a car parked across the street, but I couldnt see much else. Suddenly, I saw two feet cross the window from that side of the street and head towards the drive way. I figured it must be him and he was coming in. I bolted back to the room as best I could. I took one more rip of the white power and buried my face in the pillows. I heard the door open and a tentative "hello?" I didnt say anything. I just groaned into the pillow. I heard footsteps and then the door to the bedroom close. "Hey?" I just groaned again. I was flying and my head was heavy. I just wanted him to take control. I was ass up naked and grinding on the bed. There wasn't much light in the room, but I knew he could see me well enough to know what he could or should do next. Clothing started to be removed. I stayed silent and just grinded slightly on the bed. I felt him walk over next to the head of the bed. He reached out and grabbed my head and pulled me towards his dick. I didnt open my eyes, but when it got to my lips I could tell it was rock hard and dripping. I sucked it for a few minutes, groaning the entire time. As I did I heard him say, "you got any condom or lubes?" I just groaned something akin to no, while his dick was in my mouth. He replied, "So can I rawdog you?" I just groaned. He pulled out of my mouth and moved behind me on the bed. I felt him spread my ass checks and I heard him spit. He spit a few more times and then I heard some slick sounds and I assumed he was wetting his dick. I heard the bed creak a bit as he shifted forward, and then his wet cock head at my hole. He slid in. It faced zero resistance and he went deep in the first thrust. "Holy fuck dude". He groaned as he held his dick inside me. I felt his dick jump a bit, bouncing deep inside my hole. He pulled out a bit and plunged back in. I just kept my head down and groaned into the pillow. What followed was a series of groans and gyrations. I was fully rolling now, everything feeling warm and fuzzy and excellent. My ass felt amazing. I realized that while this wasnt my first time bareback, it was really the first time doing it with a stranger, and with so little information being shared. I didnt know anything about him, just what his dick looked like, that his age was supposedly 25, and that he used the term, "raw dog". He pumped in and out. My ass was making wet slapping sounds as he plowed me and I was too high to care about the fact that I was in my friend's sister's bed, or that I didnt even ask this guy if he was neg. He just kept plowing. The paced had picked up and he was being fairly rough. The kind of roughness that comes with inexperience, as if he was trying to get deeper into me, but without much understanding for pace and rhythm. I didnt care. I was getting used. His head was right behind mine as he plowed into me. His body rihgt on top of mine, full body contact, as he shoved his dick in and out. He spoke into my ear. "Fuck dude, where do you want me to cum?" I just groaned. I didnt have the power to form words, just sounds. I groaned and felt a tension within me between wanting to get creamed and also knowing that the version of me that would eventually not be high, would want him to pull out to cum. He asked again. "Oh man. I am getting really close. Where do you want it??" He had an urgency to his voice. A pleading. "Dude, oh fuck. Dude, Im gonna nut... Where do... fuck... oh shit.. fuck." He pushed deeper, groaned, and spasmed. "Oh fuck, Im cumming in you. Fuck. Oh fuck" He shuddered and whispered these groans into my ear. He shuddered a few more times and pulled out, rolled over, and got up. I felt cum dipping out of my ass and down onto my balls in my jock. I didnt move. I heard him get dressed and as the door opened, he said, "Thanks." I heard him continue on out through the door and to the basement entrance. He left. I was incredibly horny. I wanted more. I could barely move, but I grabbed for my phone and went to check it,a nd realized the phone was dead. I willed myself to get up and search for a charger in the room. I groped around in my high junkie state and found power cords, a laptop charger, and eventually an iphone cord. I plugged my phone in and waited a few moments and then booted it up. It was slow to respond as it gathered more juice. I reached back and fingered my hole, it was sloppy and wet and it felt amazing. I rolled over onmy back a bit and fingered myself and occasionally stroked while waiting for Grindr to load. Just as it did, I saw I had a few message. There was one from the 47 year old. "I saw another young guy leave. Im here and coming in." Just as I read it I heard the basement door open. I rolled over, through my phone under my pillow and assumed the position. I was about to get used again. This guy was very different. He came in and was very direct. As soon as he was in the room he demanded, "Turn toward the window and get on your knees". I did as I was told. He disrobed quickly and walked up behind me. I was groaning and twitchy. I probably looked tweaked out. He noticed. "Fuck dude, you are hungry for it. You partying?" He slipped a finger inside me and I groaned. His finger was replaced by a heavy dick and he pushed in. He didnt say a single other word for the rest of the encounter. Just pumped me. As he did he rubbed my back and would grab my hips. This guy knew rhythm. I could hear the sloppiness of my hole as he plowed me and I am sure he knew it was filled with cum. He didnt even ask about lube or condoms. Not that it mattered. He kept up a heavy pace, not letting up once. He groaned heavily after a few minutes, put his dick completely inside me, and emptied his balls. I was in heaven. He pulled out suddenly, leaving me gaping, and then put on his clothes and left. I had just taken two loads within the hour, while also rolling super heavily on drugs. I checked my phone and saw more messages, but I could barely read them. The message from the 25 year old was from before asking if he could fuck me raw. I guess I missed it after my phone died, but it didnt matter anyway. I could see light starting to come out between the curtains and I knew it was morning. I was rolling heavily and figured I probably shouldn't stay, If I was going to be able to continue any of this fun, it had to happen else where. I stumbled out of bed, put on my clothes, and brought my friends purse back up stairs. I took an extra pill and did another line, but I had to leave. I called an uber and decided to head back home. Walking wasn't an option. That morning I had taken my first two raw loads. I had barebacked before, but never had a guy, especially strangers. fuck me and cum inside me. I refreshed my Grindr page as I waited for the uber and saw more guys nearby. I sent some initial messages, but wasnt sure what the day would bring. But I needed to head home. In the end I started to come down and by the time I got home I was ready to jerk off and roll over into bed, saving that list pill for another time. I ended up jerking off for 3 hours while refreshing Grindr, but never getting the energy to follow through with any other guys. I was thinking about this encounter while I was strapped down around the ottoman, wondering what was going to happen. I was just as high after taking these two loads, as I was that first time I got fucked by strangers. The memories felt so vivid and connected to what I had jsut experienced. I heard a Grindr notification and almost thought I was still thinking about my memories, when I heard someone enter the door. There was no speaking, just someone walking towards me. I felt hands around my mouth and ball gag, removing the ball gag and also removing the blindfold. In it's place. I opened my eyes, but the room was completely dark. I heard the Grindr notification again. The sound of the person retreated and I heard a door open and close. My eyes were adjusting to the light in the room and I could make out small details. In front of me there seemed to be a big screen, but a few feet away. I tried to turn my head but realized that my neck was now fastened to a harness that was attached to something else. I could only look forward. The screen lit up. The people who owned the place must have been screen sharing somehow. On the right hand side I could see a video of what looked like me but in black and white or nightvision, on the other side of the screen I could see a mirrored iphone. The iphone screen changed to Grindr. I saw a series of messages on the grindr screen. Again, I was pretty high so it was hard to read them, but I could make out details. One of the messages was opened. The owner of the phone had written, "Yeh. He is tied up downstairs and we are whoring him out. He is pretty fucked up. You can come in, fuck him, and go. However you'd like." Someone responded back, "k. Just outside, be in a minute." I heard the door behind me open and close again. The user of the phone that was being broadcast to this screen then went to a web browser. I saw a lot of tabs open. Adam 4 Adam, Craigslist, and Manhunt. By now I figured the guys who fucked me earlier were legit whoring me out, while also making me watch and anticipate by seeing who they were talking too. I twas worse than being blind. It was seeing my fate and knowing there was nothing I could. It made me so incredibly horny. I heard someone behind me groan, then say, "Fuck. I am going to enjoy this." ----- More to come later.

As Jason stumbled towards the group of lockers in front of him he looked around the room to note some benches in the middle of the room and walls lined with old busted up lockers. The foyer outside had looked ok but inside this place seemed to tell a different story. His arse was still burning from being inspected by the big black bouncer and was slowly starting to itch. What he didnt know was that the large chunk of meth shoved deep into his guts was slowly dissolving warming through his system and making his virgin tight hole hungry. Jason slumped down onto the bench in the middle of the room and put his face in his hands trying to figure out what was going on. It was only an hour ago that he was dancing with his bird in a club and now here he was without his clothes in some random sauna having just been abused by the door staff. Wait had he been abused? None of this seemed to make sense and the more time he tried to figure stuff out the more blurred it was becoming. He snapped out of it and looked up through bleary eyes to the older gentleman in front of him. “I said are you ok there little lad? You're looking a little lost” The older man proffered out his hand and Jason took it and shook it. The hand was cold and clammy, but it had a tight skeletal grip as his eyes followed the slender purple veined and pot-marked arm up into the face of an guy who looked at least to be in his early 60s staring down with lust. Jason tried to form some words in his mouth but was feeling more and more spun out from the combination of alcohol and meth. “Sorry mate, yeah, erm, yeah I'm just trying to get my head together” “Not a problem son, lets get you sorted and get you into the steam room and help soften you up eh” said the older man as he sank down onto his bony knees and began untying Jason's trainers. He lifted each foot up and took off each shoe and then standing took Jason's feet and rolled him backwards till Jason was laid across the bench in the middle of the room as it began to spin. “Just your socks to take off now, just you relax and let your new friend Sid sort you out” said the older man as he took Jasons wallet shoes and socks and threw them into a locker not bothering to close the door. He turned back to see Jason still lying on his back feet outstretched and limp dick and balls hanging low. “Now that is a very nice sight, and would be rude not to have a quick taste” said Sid as he took his false teeth out, got back down on his knees and open his mouth and took Jason's flaccid cock to the hilt. Jason moaned at the sensation, not comprehending what was going on as Sid began to work the young lads shaved balls with one hand using his gums to tightly massage Jason's meat. There was little response as Jason was starting to slowly spin out. “Here kid this is what you need to freshen up. Let Sid sort you out yeah, just trust me”. Sid turned around and unlocked his own locker. Quickly pulling out a green pill and a little shot of some clear liquid. “A little something I have just in case” he said as he lifted Jason up off the bench and poured the drink down his throat in a forceful motion. “that should help you get all G'ed up for this place” he sniggered, more for his own benefit. He then took the green pill and placed it on his tongue. “Come here lad and give your daddy a big kiss”. Sid grabbed the back of Jason's head and with no resistance pulled him in close and pushed the pill into his mouth with a deep and sloppy french kiss. Jason was in no state of mind to comprehend what was happening as his mouth was being raped by this old mans tongue. Sid slobbered over his face, wiping spittle all over Jason's lips and tongue and sucking on his tongue. Finally to sign the kiss off, Sid drew back and gobbed into Jason's open mouth closed it with his hand and commanded him to swallow which Jason did. “Good lad, right come with daddy and lets go see his friends in the steam room” taking Jason by the hand and walking him out of the locker area, leaving all of his belongings behind including the towels. “you're not going to need them son. Everyone is going to want to see that ass of yours in action”. The door was opened to the steam room and Jason was pushed through and sat down on a cold clammy marbled bench. Jason's mind was frantically trying to make sense of what was going on but the combination of G, alcohol, meth and the viagra given to him was making his young body spin out of control. “Got a fresh one for us men” said Sid as shuffling bodies gathered around Jason on the bench. From through the steam hands began to grab as Jason, feeling his smooth body, tweaking his nipples running over his abs. A fat chubby finger found its way to his mouth and forced its way in moving in and out causing Jason to instinctively suckle. Hands groped and tugged on his dick and balls with murmurs of appreciation and lust. Without little warning, the chubby finger in Jason's mouth was withdrawn and grabbed the back of his head pulling him down into the owners crotch. His mouth was pulled open and a hard fat cock was shoved into his mouth and began thrusting in and out. “Look at this little whore” exclaimed the chubby older man “Not even here five minutes and already he's sucking on my dick” “Yeah and his whore cunt is just begging for this” said another voice through the steam as Jason felt a sharp stabbing motion at his ass. Having his head held down and his arse up, Jason could do little, even had he not been off his face, as the man behind him clamped his bony fingers into Jason's young hips and pressed this thin sharp cock slowly but forcefully into Jason's guts. Jason's scream was muffled around the dick in his mouth which just caused the fat man to moan louder with delight as the reverberation sent extra stimulus through his body. “Fuck this little whore is an expert sucker, you are hitting all the right spots clearly Glen” Glen was lost in his own mind enjoying the tight grip this lads hole had on his cock. It has been so long since he had gotten his poz cock in a tight hole. The only men who he could fuck now were other pigs like him with holes no longer tight but sloppy and loose after years of taking dirty loads. But now he was aglow in delight as he could feel this tight arse's grip pulling open his sores giving him a true hole to infect and breed. His balls grew tight up inside his body ready to pump their poison into this young dumb cunt and there was no way it was stopping now. With a bellow Glen released his load and pumped over and over again into Jason's hole. Deep inside coating those same torn walls that the bouncer had been digging his nail into earlier. He pulled out with a plop and spun Jason around. “Clean me up you dirty dick pig” he commanded, pushing his blooded and torn cock into Jason's mouth. Jason couldn't register what was going on, he could just feel the pain in his hole and the foul taste in his mouth as the short fat man behind him pushed his cock straight in and after a few short thrusts began dumping his own load in. All the while Glen was smearing his cock over Jason's tongue rubbing his torn sores over Jason's lips. “Next!” he said as he threw Jason's head aside and got up walking out the steam room. Taking only a short moment to watch as two other old men took their turns to spit roast the vulnerable lad in the thick steam. A pigs first fuck should be memorable, however Glen didn't know he had taken Jason's virginity and wouldn't care even if he did, and Jason. It would be lucky if Jason remembered a thing after this night was through.

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