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My employer recently moved offices in the city. And the organization that owns it provides us drinks and snacks once a month on a Friday from 4-6pm as part of their services. I go into the office on average 2-3 days every week and they have about 3-4 different people that man the reception for us. I am your average 5’7” guy. Bit of a dad bod in my 40s and not been having much luck in the sex and love department. Once of the people that man the desk on rare occasions is this early 20’s kind of surfer guy named Josh. About 6 foot tall but very skinny which is not usually my type, but he is so friendly and has that blond curly hair that is almost shoulder length and a smile that just makes you melt. I like it when he is on because he is just a smile you look forward to seeing. He always works the day of drinks and always takes time to chat to me. It wasn’t until the second month I found myself think how nice it would be to go on a date with him as he always laughs at my stories and jokes. It was the second month I started to think of how nice it would be to spend a night with him. Fantasizing about what it would be like to have him inside me and how much fun it might be after that too. But it was just a wandering mind. It was the third month on the Friday afternoon and Josh was chatting to me like normal and the other girls started to join in and share some stories about other team members and the reason why Josh was only here on the odd occasions. The story turned to Josh having a “man crush” on some of the other guys in their other locations. And I start to wonder lol. As we get close to the end of the event at 6pm and after maybe one too many wines, I am thinking it is time to go home and Josh comes over and poor’s me another glass and says “one more for the road”. This time he has one himself and is standing a little closer than before. I can smell a mix of aftershave or bod spray this time laced with the smell of a smoker. My crotch bounces to life, and I am feeling a bit uncomfortable as I try to hide a growing bulge in my pants. Everyone else is busy packing up and Josh just smiles at me and leans into whisper in my ear. “I will be finished in 15. Wanna meet me out the front? I’d like to take you out for another drink if you are interested”. I am caught somewhat off guard. Pretty much speechless at this point. Josh just stands their looking at me glancing down at the bulge in my pants. Everyone is heading off to pack up and he just smiles and says looking at my bulge, “And there is my answer. See you in 15”. And walks off with the rest. I go back to my office and pack up and am trying to reconcile what just happened. My cock is dripping precum thinking about it. It is weird to have the interest of someone so young and the thought of just spending time with him socially feels so nice. I have so many arguments internally about him being so young and why I shouldn’t. But I decide it is not my place to decide for him. He is an adult. I decide to go wait out front and take the moment to just enjoy the attention. Just the thought of spending time with him outside of work makes me excited. I wait out front and within minutes Josh comes out sporting a massive smile. He just gives me a man hug and says he was hoping I’d be here. We walk to a pub nearby and Josh has a smoke on the way apologizing for the habit and I reassure him it doesn’t bother me. Actually, he looks so hot as he smokes, and it gets me even more turned on. We got to a small pub nearby and grab one of those stand-up tables in the corner. Josh is not in any way shy about standing close to me as he chats. It’s quite noisy so he is almost touching me chest to chest as he talks to me almost into my ear. As he is leaning in telling me about where he lives and his room mates etc, I feel his hand rest itself on my waist and slowly move to my arse. It is so subtle and natural I don’t think anyone else would have given us a second glance. I can smell everything about him and feel his breath on my ear and neck as he talks, and I am almost mesmerized. With no warning at all he stops talking and kisses my ear and I feel his tongue go into my ear as he pinches my arse. He steps back a bit, but his hand doesn’t leave my waist. He is looking me right in the eyes with a grin from ear to ear and doesn’t say a word. I look at him smiling and just say “um, thank you”. I am completely at a loss for words and now have a bulge in my pants that I am worried is about to break through the zipper. Still surprised I simply get out the word “don’t” and his smile disappears as I finish the sentence with “stop”. Josh looks a bit confused as I rephrase it to a two-word sentence of “don’t stop”. Back comes the smile and with no shame he leans in and kisses me right on the lips. I just want to be devoured by the gorgeous man but we are in the pub. Not that he seems to care. His hand never leaves me hip and he says “I need to piss – and so do you” I begin to walk to the toilets at the back and he is holding the back of my pants as we walk through the crowd until we get to the toilet at the back. We go in and there are three stalls. Josh just grabs me and pulls me into a stall and shuts the door. He pins me to the wall of the stall and begins to kiss me like I am his long-lost lover he hasn’t seen for months. And boy can he kiss. Not a single word is said the whole time and firs the first time with his body pressed hard against mine I feel a substantial bulge in his pants. He is so skinny I am certain he is sporting a third leg. He spins me around and his hands are all over my as he kisses my neck and he begins to undo my pants. With my pants loosened he pulls the back down just enough to expose my hungry hole while kissing and nibbling my ear. Still nothing said. Then the tell tale sound of him undoing his pants and then I feel what has to be a thick 8 inch cock slap against my arse crack. He stops kissing my neck to spit on his hand and lube his cock with nothing more than spit and he is back at my neck as I feel the head of his cock press against my crack. Passionately as his kissing my neck and ear he gently eases in until I am full of his cock and his balls a pressed hard against my arse. Still nothing said as he slowly fucks me raw. No mention of condoms. Well, nothing said at all. But I can tell by his breathing he is on heat as much as I am and he is clearly close. Then the only words said since getting into the toilets. “Fuck I gotta nutt”. And then one full push and it is like he is trying to merge our bodies and I feel to squirts inside me. He is squirting so much and so hard I can feel it hitting my insides. He never stops kissing my neck until the last squirt and he slowly slides out with a plop. He pulls the back of my pants up for me and starts to pull his up. I turn around and as he is doing his zipper up I see the tell tale sign of a biohazard tattoo just above his belt line. He sees me notice it and I see instant regret in his eyes. I smile and lean in and passionately kiss him to let him know it’s alright and then we leave the toilets and go back to the bar. He is quieter now. Then says, “I am so sorry. I got so carried away and I just didn’t think.” I smile and tell him it is totally ok with me. You can tell he isn’t sure I am being honest. “Are you poz too?” he asks. “No” I respond. “but if I was to become poz, who better than you to do it for me”. He begins to relax and within an hour he is back to his flirting, touching and kissing. This time I grab his arse and pull him in as though trying to speak to him over the noise. “I only live three blocks from here. Let’s go back to my place. Why don’t you spend the weekend with me and see if you can actually knock me up. I couldn’t think of a nicer guy to spend the weekend with and be the one to get me pregnant”. To be continued.

Some of the minor characters in this story first appeared in this story. Zeke moved through the bath house with a confident, masculine, sensual strut knowing the very men who turned away from his gaze deep inside them wanted what he offered. At nearly 6 feet 6 inches and only 195 pounds he looked thinner than he really was. It enhanced the image he wanted to project. Long dark hair with a strand of white here and there hung about his face framing the illusion of sunken cheeks his done structure gave him in low light the sensual curve of his lips curled into a wicked, taunting smile and his eyes. Those ice blue compelling eyes that always seemed to catch the light even in near darkness. His nails were painted black and his body was covered in tattoos with a biohazard prominently displayed above his cock which was currently confined bulging out the front of his leather pants but when he freed it to wreak it’s damage on the men who succumbed to their own dark desires it was thick and hung long, never limp, it always had a slight lifting curve because of the huge balls under it like small oranges hanging low, churning out that liquid poison they all feared and all wanted so badly. He strode through the back room past the benches and slings to a large sturdy chair against the wall on a slightly raised dais, almost a throne and sat surveying his subjects. The men engaged in debauchery before him. Grinding and sweating. Fucking and fisting. All aware of him on some level. Hoping to not draw his attention and craving it at the same time but tonight Zeke paid them little mind knowing his prey would come to him… soon. Sure enough as Zeke looked up the boy meekly slipped through the door wide eyed at the sexual mayhem in the room. Barely old enough to be here. Not a virgin but full of the innocence of small town life where he had to hide who he was. One bight with an older man a week after his 18th birthday and now a trip to the city and this bath house. Zeke saw all this in a glance and smiled as the boy spotted him across the room and blushed red as Zeke’s hand caressed the bulge in his pants and motioned the boy closer. It was time for the game to begin. “What is your name pretty boy?” Zeke asked as he drew closer. “Tommy…. ummm … Tom” he replied trying to sound older “I’m Zeke Tommy, nice to meet you. Now that we know each other, why don’t you come over hare, kneel and accept me as your Master? You will eventually. You will submit and I will yank you out of that boring little life you knew till now and change you” Tommy looked shocked by his directness and wanted to back away but like a rabbit caught in the gaze of a snake Zeke’s eyes held him. “Ummm maybe I should go…” Tommy said though his feet stayed planted. Zeke ignored him and continued. “By the time I’m done with you you will not even recognize the person you have become. I’m going to enslave you to free you. The price is high but you will willingly pay” he said slowly unbuttoning his pants and letting his cock hang out running a finger along a vein in it then up to the base and further up to circle the biohazard tattoo. “Do you know what this means?” Tommy swallowed and nodded “That’s the price for being enslaved and used. That’s the price for being mine. For the things I will teach you. The pleasure pleasing me will bring to you.” Zeke said quietly in a room full of the sounds of raw man sex but Tommy heard every word. “Deep inside you know you want to be mine, you even want my virus to claim you so you very blood will be mine.” Then he dropped his gaze freeing the helpless boy before him. That was one of the rules. It had to be willing. Tommy backed up a step but the seed was planted in his mind and his eyes could not pull away from the motion of Zeke’s finger which had returned to stroking that vein. Finally the boy blinked and stumbled out of the room. He would roam the bath house and many men would offer but his mind would be filled with thoughts of Zeke and his words, He would be back. Zeke watched his minions writhing in the sexual dance and waited. Tommy wandered the halls, looking in the open doors at the men lying in semi darkness hands languidly stroking hard flesh in open invitation. Any of these men. muscular or stout, hairy or smooth could have satisfied his inexperienced needs. Indeed they could have shaped his sexual appetites for the rest of his life with their own little kinks but none of them caught his attention. None of them excited him, thrilled him, made him shiver with hear and desire. His mind kept going back to Zeke. The way he could feel the wrongness, The evil. The malicious intent to taint him for life. To free him… His mind distracted his treacherous feet kept taking him past the entrance to the back room and every time he glanced through it Zeke’s eyes caught him, that wicked, knowing smile on his lips. Finally Tommy gave in, walking to the throne and sinking to his knees. Part of his mind screaming at him to run but his lust overriding all logical thought. Zeke didn’t say a word he just motioned him to stand and walked him to a device like a large X securing his wrists and ankles tightly and began to spank him with a firm hand then a paddle. The pain rewired Tommy’s brain making his cock grow hard and when Zeke clamped sharp clips to his nipples he almost came. Zeke worked the boy's body with an expert touch. Pain and pleasure merging till he was almost incoherent lost in the sensations groaning in wanton acceptance as Zeke’s cock finally probed his crack finding his hole and plunging in almost ripping the boy’s tender flesh as he forced him open his warm, wet, silky insides to him Feeling that smooth bubble ass, so young and healthy looking grind back into him as his massive balls swung with his thrusts “Here it comes Tommy boy” Zeke hissed in his ear “Here comes my tainted seed, my virus to infect you. There is no turning back now just give in to it and let me into your blood and soul.” and his balls contracted, pumping his poison as he came deep inside “You! Are! Mine!” each word punctuated with a long jet of toxic cum filling that battered receptive hole. Tommy’s cock erupted sending his cum flying. The men who had been watching the show cheered

Stone and I were resting on loungers by the pool, he having drifted off to sleep while I was staring up at the few wispy clouds in the sky, totally lost in thought. Earlier we had enjoyed a long, leisurely, well, I would say “fuck” but I think it is actually more accurate to say “love-making”. This is what was occupying me, as I was realising how deep things had now got with him. I had never in a million years expected to be with a man in this way, and I expect Stone felt the same given he had also identified as straight for most of his life, but the truth was that we had completely fallen for one another. Yes, we still often rutted like animals in heat, but our sex was increasingly something far more meaningful than that. I was stirred from my contemplations of life, love and the human experience by my phone vibrating with a WhatsApp message: BROCK: Will you teach me? Well, there it was, the request I had been hoping for and perhaps kind of expecting, but it was still a thrill to actually see it on my phone. I doubted that I had been the only one to suggest to Brock that he needed to get with the times, or maybe he had come to that conclusion himself a bit, but being proactive in reaching out to him seemed to have done the job. Now I just needed to work out a plan. ME: I’d be happy to. When were you thinking? Where Dean had already been well on his way to discovering his true self when Stone and I got to him, I suspected it was going to be a bit more of a long game with Brock. He probably wouldn’t react well to Stone being there, at least at first, and I was going to have to take my time in getting him sufficiently adjusted to enable things to be stepped up a gear. I didn’t even know if he was on prep or not, so I could just be helping him to diversify his options with the studio without achieving anything else, but it was worth a shot. BROCK: Now. Your place. Shit. I hurriedly reached over and shook Stone awake, bringing him up to speed and instructing him to find someplace to go for a bit. ME: Sure. Just getting rid of Stone, then I’m all yours. BROCK: OK. Stone grumbled a little as I helped to get him out the door and into his car, but as soon as he’d pulled out onto the street and driven off, I saw Brock climb out of a truck parked opposite. Smoking a cigarette and wearing a hoodie with dark glasses, he hurried over clearly not wanting to be seen by anyone. “Hi” I said, as he walked through the open door and into the house. “Where are we doing this?” he growled at me as he unzipped his hoodie. “OK, slow down” I said, putting my hands up to calm him. “I think we better start with the basics on getting clean and prepared, and then we can take it from there.” “OK” he said, as I saw him visibly relax a little. He was clearly very wound up, so I knew I was going to need to tread carefully. I showed him upstairs to the guest bathroom, and then went and got a douche. I talked him through how to use it, and then left the room and closed the door so he could have a go himself. A while later he emerged, and saw me sitting in the guest bedroom opposite. “I think I’m done” he said. “Not sure though.” “No worries” I replied, giving him a warm smile. “We can move on to getting you prepared, so I’ll be able to see if we need to have another go.” “OK” he said, his shoulders tightening. “Don’t worry” I said, “we’re just going to do some things to get you loosened up a bit. I promise it will actually feel really good, and then when we’re done you can decide if you want to carry on or leave it at that for today.” He nodded at me, even giving me the slightest hint of a thankful smile. I gestured for him to come into the bedroom, and then over the next couple of hours I showed him how to loosen himself up with fingers and toys, as well as rimming and fingering him myself. We frequently broke to go outside for a drink and a smoke, and I could see that he was starting to get into having a small plug inside while we did that. “I think I’m ready” he eventually said, while on all fours on the bed with my tongue in his ass. “Are you sure?” I asked, after pulling back. “Just fuck me” he quietly growled, causing me to smile. There was one downside for me, in that he had pulled a packet of condoms out of his hoodie. However, I reminded myself that this was the long game, so I duly covered up for the first time in years, applied some lube, and then moved into position. I rested my cock on his hole, and gently moved it around a bit until I saw the tell-tale sign of him arching his back a bit, inviting me to sink in. I took it very slowly, frequently pausing on the way in so he could adjust and relax. He was panting the whole time, but let out a big breath when he felt me push my body up against him, indicating I was fully buried. Once again I paused to let him adjust, and then began a slow, short outstroke before pushing back in. This time he let out a low moan, and a louder one when I did it again. I gradually sped up, until I was properly fucking him and, to my surprise and pleasure, he was putting as much effort in to slam back on me. The power bottom in him had awoken! Eventually I roared that I was going to come, at which point he started slamming back even harder while shouting the place down as well. I finally went over the edge and thrust in one more time as I blew my load into the condom, and could tell from his ass spasms that he was coming hands free as well. We were both sweating like crazy and panting for oxygen, but as we calmed I slowly pulled out, removed the condom to toss it in the trashcan, and then turned and collapsed backwards onto the mattress beside him. He slowly sprawled himself forward from the all-fours position he’d been in the whole time, so that he was lying on his front. “Fuck” he eventually whispered. “Holy fuck.” “You good?” I asked. “Yeah” he replied. “That was fucking-A.” I chuckled. “Now you see why I went versatile, huh?” “Yeah” he said. We lay in silence for a while, before I hauled myself up while he turned over onto his back. “I’m not saying now, but there is more to show you when you’re ready” I said. “Like what?” he asked. “Well, it can feel different in other positions, and you can also be more in control.” “Show me” he said, with the slightest of grins. I stared at him for a moment, then reached for the condoms, opened another and pulled it onto my re-hardening cock. I slapped on a bit of lube while he watched, then before he could do anything I bent over, grabbed his ankles and threw them onto my shoulders. Without any of the patience from before, I lined up and slid back into him, causing him to yell out. “Like this” I said, as I started to fuck into him. He had thrown his head back and was rightly gripping the bedspread either side of him. “Do it!” I shouted. “Show me how you take control!” He didn’t change position and I just continued to slam into him, but then he suddenly shot his head up and fixed me with a gnarly glare, let go of the bedspread, and reached to grab my hips. Sure enough, he was now the one controlling my thrusts, and he wanted it even harder than I’d been giving it to him. “Fuck me you fucker!” was just one of the many commands he started barking at me, and I have to admit, it really did feel like he had taken control despite being the one getting shafted. Having already blown a load I knew this was going to be a longer fuck, so after a while I pulled out of him and lay down on my back on the bed. He got the message, and hopped over to straddle me before lowering himself back onto my dick. Now he could really be the power bottom, and he fucked himself frenetically on my cock until I was filling the condom and he was spitting all over my chest. We both took a long time to recover from the rutting, but once we had he decided to call it a day. He grunted a thank you at me after he’d put his clothes back on his sweaty body, and then he was gone. I pretty much passed out after that. Two nights later Stone and I were chilling in the kitchen on our second bottle of wine when my phone lit up with a series of WhatsApps. BROCK: Ate yo at hume? BROCK: fucikin BROCK: Got whisjy BROCK: oitside It was clear he was trashed, but if my interpretation of his slightly garbled messages was correct, he was also outside our house and apparently horny. “Got him” I said to Stone, smirking. “Brock?” he asked. “He’s outside” I said. I went and opened the door, and sure enough there was Brock on our driveway, holding a brown paper bag while he smoked a cigarette. “Hey” I said. “Fucker” he growled as he part-walked, part-staggered into the house. Stone approached from the kitchen. “Two fuckers” Brock barked. “Fucking-A.” He reached into the bag and pulled the bottle of whisky out, letting the brown paper fall to the floor. He yanked out the cork and took a swig, before marching over to the stairs and heading up. Stone and I glanced at each other, and then started following him as we pulled off our tops. We shucked down our shorts on the landing, and then headed stark naked into the guest bedroom behind Brock. He got to the bed and then turned to look at us, slightly licking his lips when he saw we had already stripped. “Get on your backs” he barked, before ripping off his tank top and shorts. We did as he commanded, lying side by side on the mattress with our newly-sprung erections standing firm. Brock let out an unintelligible growl, and then hopped up onto the bed, straddled me and lowered himself onto my bare dick. He seemed loosened and already lubricated, so I guessed he must have been riding a dildo or some other dicks before he got to us. He power fucked himself on me for an epic amount of time, before jumping up and moving over to sink himself down on Stone. Then after a while he was back on me, this time riding until I lost it and blew my potent load inside him. He squeezed my dick with his ass muscles until I’d stopped thrusting, then quickly jumped over to Stone and rode him to orgasm too. But that wasn’t him done, as he then jumped off, got on all fours on the bed and demanded we clean him up. Wearily we took turns rimming him until we’d both got hard again, at which point I thrust into Brock doggystyle and fucked him hard while he slammed back on me, with me again blowing a load of toxic juices into him when it got too much. Stone followed suit, slapping Brock’s ass repeatedly while they fucked which only seemed to egg on this newly-discovered power bottom. I almost had to hold Stone steady as he orgasmed and added a fourth dose of venom into Brock’s now apparently needy ass. Yet still Brock was not done, throwing himself onto his knees on the floor between us to suck off our cum-covered cocks. Where Dean had taken a long time to get any good at this, Brock was either a natural or had more experience than he’d ever let on, and his oral ministrations eventually got us hard again. Stone went first this time, pulling Brock up so he could slide into him while the muscular power bottom carried on sucking me, and then once he’d added a fifth load into the gaping hole we changed positions and I pounded Brock through to his sixth load of the night. Stone and I were done in, but Brock only seemed to be getting more heated. To give ourselves a break, we grabbed the bottle of whisky and steered him down to the basement. We got him to lie back on the bench, set up the fuck machine at his hole with a large dildo, and after Stone had fetched him a pack of cigarettes and an ashtray, we left him to it while we went back upstairs and collapsed on the now very sweaty guest bed. It was maybe a couple of hours later that I woke up to the bed rocking, and looked over to see Brock slamming himself up and down on Stone’s cock again. My boyfriend was moaning almost like he was in pain, and I soon got my own taste of it when Brock saw that I was awake and hopped over to slam himself down on me. He was unbelievably vigorous, and I couldn’t help but yell out as he thrust himself onto my pelvis repeatedly while my tired cock begged for mercy. Thankfully, when we had added another load each to his gaping hole, he finally seemed to be spent. He collapsed onto the bed between us and passed out, giving us the opportunity to cautiously slide off the mattress and exit the room. “Fucking hell” Stone sighed as we stood in our en suite shower together. “I’ve created a monster” I replied, mustering up a smile. We got ourselves cleaned and dried, then climbed into our bed and quickly fell asleep. This time we made it through to morning without being disturbed, and when we did eventually get up we found that Brock was gone. Stone set about stripping the guest bed to put all the cum-covered linens in the washer, while I headed down to the basement to clean up a mess of cigarette detritus, dildos, and numerous spills of cum and lube. A couple of days later Stone and I were out at dinner when I got a call from Dean. “You’ve got to get down here” he yelled excitedly, over thumping music in the background. “Where?” I asked. “The Locker” he shouted. “Why?” I asked, giving Stone a look. “Just fucking get here” Dean yelled, “you won’t be sorry!” The call cut out at that point, and I brought Stone up to speed. We decided we’d go and see what was up, so quickly settled the check and then got an Uber down to the club. We got undressed and stashed our things in a locker, including the plug I’d been wearing in case we got a little frisky after our meal, and then headed into the complex to find Dean. When we did locate him he was standing at the doorway of the largest playroom. “Look!” he said when he saw us, pointing into the room. There, bent over and bracing his hands on his knees, was Brock, and behind him a man was jackhammering into him like crazy. “He’s been at it for hours” said Dean. “All bareback.” “Wow” I said, though I was not actually surprised. “Did you do this?” asked Dean, his eyes narrowing as he apparently saw through my poor acting attempt. Stone and I laughed while nodding at him, at which point he burst out laughing too. “You fuckers” he said between chuckles. “Turned him out like you did me, huh?” “Took more effort” I replied, smiling. We stood and watched the scene for a while, before deciding to join in and have some fun ourselves. Stone got to the back of the line waiting to use Brock, while Dean and I headed to one of the walls of the room and bent over to offer ourselves up. In no time at all we were both being railed, smiling at each other as the room filled with the sounds of sweaty, raw, unfiltered sex. We saw Brock on and off for the next few weeks, and then one day there he was at our door sporting a new biohazard tattoo on his stomach. By this point we had already started off the process of getting him signed to Scorpex, and for that entire flying visit to see us he only talked about a proposal for a shoot he’d been sent, with no mention of anything else. However, the next day a gift basket of whisky sample bottles turned up on our doorstep, along with a hand-written card: Fuckers 1 & 2, Thanks. For everything. I mean it. B x Brock’s career has soared at Scorpex, with no other performer able to match his power and stamina as either a top or bottom. Stone and I actually starred together in a long scene with him, where we played a pair of vanilla boyfriends who get picked up by Brock and have our cocks and asses thoroughly used by him in a triumphant display of his new-found versatility. Off-set he seems to be fucking the toned twink from his gym, who Dean says has basically moved in with Brock at this point. We saw them together briefly at a bar, with the twink’s low-cut tank top allowing the new tattoo on his pec to be easily seen and understood. Maybe we did that too, or maybe he had to wait until Brock got to him for the change to take effect. Stone and I, meanwhile, have accepted just how much we have fallen in love with one another. I know I’m going to marry that man someday, which is the weirdest fucking thing given we both thought we were straight until recently. However, I can’t see us stopping our fun anytime soon, even if we do start to think about maybe getting a dog or something. Speaking of fun, Stone’s just found out that our former studio stablemate Jason has broken up with his girlfriend after some sort of weird late night arrest, and something about the whole story makes us wonder if we’ve found our next playmate…

Brock Silver was certainly once a very in-demand star, with this steroidy alpha energy about him and of course his repeatedly stated heterosexualiry. However, a combination of moving into his forties but probably more his strict top-only stance had started to lessen his appeal in the age of versatility. Hearing that he had been seen engaging in bareback gay sex off camera - even if still apparently just as a top - had got our interest, and we had hatched a plan. I had done four films with him pre-Covid, including a one-on-one after I had gone versatile myself, so we agreed it would probably be best if I made the first approach even if Brock and I did not know each other that well. From what I’d heard he still spent most of his time at the small gym he managed, so I decided to go there under the guise of being a prospective member, and see what came of it. I was initially shown around by the only staff member who seemed to be on duty, a toned guy in his twenties who I thought I saw checking me out a couple of times (so that was duly noted). We started in the changing rooms, but when we went into the main machine room there was Brock, looking even more muscled and of course smoking his trademark cigarette while he lifted weights (god only knows how he got away with it here). “Greg” he said when he stopped watching himself in the mirror to look at who had just walked in, “long time no see.” “Oh, Brock” I said, feigning surprise. “Wow. How are you man?” “Fucking-A” he said, looking back at himself in the mirror as he flexed. “Cool man” I said. “Fancy a beer after this to catch up?” “Sure” he said, doing one last set of lifts before he put the weights down on the floor. “Let me go get showered and I’ll meet you by the desk.” He made his way out to the changing rooms, after which the toned twink gave me a stuttering tour of the machines and weights before escorting me back to the front. “Let me think about it” I told him. “What time do you finish?” “Er, my shift ends soon, at 5” he said. “But someone else will be here until 10.” “I’ll be back before 5 then” I said, giving him a wink. He nervously coughed before nodding at me. Brock eventually appeared again, and nodded at me as he headed for the door out to the street. I followed him out, walking beside him in silence as he strode to a bar just along the block. He held the door for me and I went inside, and then he followed me in, motioned towards a booth and then went up to the bar. “So how are things?” I asked, as he sat down at the booth a couple of minutes later. “Quiet” he said, a little gruffly. “Oh, how so?” I asked. “Not done a shoot in months” he said, before taking a big gulp of beer. “Oh” I said. “Sorry to hear that.” “Dunno what the problem is” he spat out. “I’m in the best fucking shape of my life.” I hesitated, running my finger round the rim of my glass. “Well, you know, studios these days prefer performers who mix things up a bit” I said. “Have you thought about giving bottoming a try?” “Fuck that” he growled. “I’m straight. I don’t get fucked.” “OK” I said, holding my hand up. “But that might be the problem, I’m just saying.” “Whatever” he mumbled, “but I ain’t getting fucked.” We sat in silence for a moment. “What about you?” he asked, looking away from me. “Heard you’ve gone gay.” “Something like that” I said. “Quarantine made me realise what I was missing the most.” “And you’re with Stone?” he followed up, still looking down towards the end of the room. “Yeah” I said. “He’s great.” He nodded, then looked down at his beer. “Are you with anyone?” I asked. “Not got time for that” he said, which obviously made no sense given he had said things were quiet. “Fair enough” I said. “Fuck, I need a cigarette” he barked, before standing up out of the booth and heading for the door. I slid along the seat and followed him, leaving our beers behind. When I got outside he was lighting up a cigarette, and I took one from the pack he offered when he noticed I’d joined him. We smoked the cigarettes in silence, but after stubbing them out he immediately lit another (which I did not). “So what would I have to do?” he asked, out of the blue. “For what?” I replied. “To start bottoming” he said, glancing around before he did so. “Oh” I said. “Er, well, that depends. With me they wanted the filmed scene to be the actual first time, but that was quite nerve-wracking.” “OK” he said, now fixing me with something of a glare. “Given what a power top you are” I continued, “I reckon you might want to get some practice in first and then be more in control on set.” He nodded, before taking another big draw from his cigarette. “So you’re saying I need to find someone to…” “Yeah” I said, “that might be best.” He seemed to disappear into his thoughts, before he stubbed out the cigarette and went back into the bar. “Let me think about it” he said quietly, once we were both back in the booth. “Take all the time you need” I said, holding back my excitement as I realised that he was maybe interpreting my pep talk as meaning that it was me who should train him to bottom. He looked at me briefly, before lifting his glass and gulping down the rest of the beer. “I need to get back” he said, prompting me to swiftly drink the rest of mine before we stood up out of the booth. We walked back to the gym in silence, arriving on the dot of 5 as the toned twink was walking out the door. Brock went back inside without saying anything, and I turned to the younger man who was holding open the door. “I’m gonna take a couple of days to decide” I said, before smirking at him. “Unless you feel like coming back to my place to give me a free personal training session as a teaser?” “Er, yeah, OK, er, sure” he stammered. “Great” I said, “I could really use a workout.” He let the door go, and I threw my arm over his shoulders and steered him up the street to where my car was. Some hours later we despatched him home in a taxi, fairly sure his now gaping cum-filled hole was going to be converting soon. With that fun out of the way, we got into bed and I gave Stone the full rundown on my chat with Brock, so we could begin talking the next phase of our plans…

“Have you thought about doing gay porn?” If you’re an aspiring actor in Los Angeles, this is not want you want to hear from your agent. Granted, she had made it clear that she believed there was a natural limit to my talent, and I was going to need to rely on my charm, looks and physique to get anywhere. Clearly this wasn’t working, and I was getting desperate as I toiled away in gym and bar jobs that did not interest me at all, while either getting no auditions or receiving not-so-complimentary feedback from the ones I did attend. I think my agent had given me the suggestion for an alternative career goal so that I could still have some potential for a form of stardom, which I suppose is what I was actually seeking rather than being motivated by a love for the craft of acting (and god knows going into music wasn’t an option for someone so tone-deaf). My counter suggestion that perhaps straight porn might work better for me fell on deaf ears, as when I did eventually relent and agree it was indeed an all-male shoot that I turned up to. By that point I had selected the stage name of Greg Burnside. In my first scene I just received oral, but for my second I was expected to fuck a guy. Evidently my performance down well, as thereafter I became increasingly in demand as a top. I’ve got to say that I did actually get into it, finding that there was something that did it for me despite not having been aware of any interest in men before. Signing an exclusive contract with a new studio started the next phase of my career in the industry. While initially still just topping, I was now also doing the occasional scene where my rear end would receive some attention, including rimming and light fingering, and I started to suck dicks and rim butts myself in some scenes. I’ve got to admit, this all stirred some real curiosity in me about the whole of the gay sex experience, and when I was offered a wad of cash to lose my anal virginity in a scene that would be heavily marketed as a special event given the star I had become, I eventually agreed. The studio I was with had pivoted mostly into bareback, but all of us performers received supplies of prep and regular health checks, so once I had agreed to get fucked it didn’t take much effort from the studio to extend that to me being taken raw. I was allowed to select another top to do the deed, and a couple of weeks later I was to be found in a rented luxury villa getting railed for the first time. It was such a revelation for me that they eventually shot a second scene the same day with another of the studio’s tops who was able to be drafted in at short notice. Thereafter I assumed a versatile role for the studio, while still making sure that any interviews or promotional materials made it clear that I am straight. The studio was fully on board with this, seeing the extra appeal this seemed to generate amongst audiences, and they soon started doing joint productions with their hetero studio subsidiary on bisexual films where I would fuck women and get fucked by men, often at the same time time. Late in 2019 I was approached by the studio execs again with another wad of cash to do my first gangbang. I mean, I had been involved in one before as a top, plus several orgy scenes once I had gone versatile, but this time they were proposing that I would be the sole bottom in a scene where I would be fucked and bred by at least five other guys. It was proposed that it would be set in a locker room, with me cast as a cocky quarterback being taken down a peg by my teammates. I made a bit of a show of needing to be convinced, but in truth I had sprung the biggest hard-on of my life when I had first read the email about it, and I knew my answer was going to be yes. Filming the scene was epic, as they had managed to increase the budget and assemble ten tops from their stable. Two of them were fellow gay-for-pay stars that were friends of mine, and over the week leading up to the filming they had come over regularly to get me ‘warmed up’. Prior to that I had never had sex with men off-camera, but once again I found myself enjoying the exploration of a side of me I had not known I had. Anyway, on the actual day of the shoot, all ten men fucked me in various positions around the locker room, with three of them coming inside me while the others blew on my hole before pushing back in. While being pounded I sucked dicks, rimmed buttholes, and generally got well and truly used. I was a fucked-out mess by the end of it, but strangely satisfied in a way I don’t think I ever had been. Everyone on set seemed to be excited by what had been achieved, and when it was released in early 2020 it was a massive instant success. My star had truly risen, and I was making quite an income that allowed me to buy a nice house, an expensive car, designer clothes, and a couple of huge chains that I had always wanted. My career choice had, however, always made it quite difficult to sustain relationships with women, and when the pandemic hit I was firmly single. With my normal work no longer an option while we all got stuck in quarantine, OnlyFans and the studio’s own website provided me a route to keep making some income through live streams and other self-made solo videos. Those where I used my toy collection on myself proved to be particularly lucrative, and over the weeks stuck indoors I took delivery of several increasingly big dildos to use. However, behind the scenes I was losing my mind. Being mostly single it wasn’t the solitude causing the problem as I was used to being alone at home for extended periods, and masturbation was doing the job for the most part on one front in keeping myself sexually satisfied. No, my issue was that I needed cock. Real cock. On video - but far more in private - I was trying to satisfy an increasingly unbearable itch with the dildos and vibrators, but it wasn’t really working. I was, I now had to admit to myself, missing the bareback breedings I had got used to receiving, and in particular had that nagging feeling that I needed to be properly used like I had been in the last scene I’d filmed before Covid. Eventually it got too much, and one night after a few too many drinks and a good hour of riding my biggest dildo, I threw on some shorts, got on my bike and cycled along the deserted valley roads to the start of the nature trail. I had walked and run it by day many times, but it was the nighttime activity it was infamous for that I was now seeking. I walked for quite some time without seeing evidence of any activity, but once I got to the toilet block I found a couple of guys just standing around. I stood near them and lit up a cigarette, totally unsure of what was supposed to happen, but when nothing had changed once the cigarette had finished I decided to check things out inside. There was some very dim light in the block, and two men standing at the urinals who didn’t appear to be actually pissing. They both looked at me as I entered and nodded, and then watched me make my way into one of the stalls. I had not been into these toilets before, but was not surprised to see large glory holes in each side wall. I had come here for one thing and thought I may as well make that clear, so I shucked down my shorts, pressed my ass against one of the holes, and waited. I heard the men outside shuffling around, and soon saw one of them was looking through the hole closest to my head. Then his eye was gone, and a moment later a cock came through. At the same time I felt a finger graze over my hole, meaning I had got the attention of the other guy. I reached out and gently grasped the cock in front of me, stretching my torso out to be able to get the tip of it into my mouth so that I maintained his interest, even though the width of the stall prevented me from being able to properly swallow it as I expected he wanted. The guy behind me clearly realised I was already loosened from my earlier dildo ride, so the fingering was brief before he started sliding his dick into me. I moaned in ecstasy around the tip of the cock in my mouth, loving the feeling of a real man sliding balls deep inside me. He wasted no time in getting into a rhythm, and I revelled in the feeling of finally being fucked again while ignoring the “but you’re straight” voices inside my head. All too soon the man behind me began to pant and speed up, and then I felt him slam in a final time and unload in me. The guy in front of me pulled out and left his stall at that point, and I didn’t have to wait long before shuffling behind me resulted in the second cock of the night sliding up my hole. His was thinner but longer, so I moaned and panted as his frenetic fucking style probed me nice and deep. He didn’t last long though, before adding his own load. He withdrew and appeared to leave the block, but I decided to stay where I was in the hope of more, the cum dripping out of my hole onto the floor between my feet. My patience was rewarded when two other men came into the block, who I guessed were probably the ones who had been loitering outside. Once again, a cock was slid into me while another came through the hole in front of me, and this one in particular got my intention as it was girthy, even longer than the other one I had managed to suck on a bit, and had a huge PA in it. I got so excited thinking about what it was going to feel like that I really went to town with my ass muscles to get my third fucker of the night to blow in me, which he did fairly soon after he first started pounding into me. The fourth cock was just incredible, stretching me out while going deeper than any of the others. The piercing rubbing my internal walls kind of hurt but also felt incredible, and I know for a fact I was loudly moaning and groaning the place down in appreciation. Fortunately the guy in me also had stamina, and this fuck was nice and long. When he did eventually breed me, there were more cocks ready to take over, either new men who had maybe been drawn in by the noise or the earlier fuckers getting a second wind. Either way, I was taken three more times with minimal gaps before there seemed to be no others on hand. I could have gone on for hours more, but I also felt satisfied at last after weeks of not getting what I apparently now needed. The thing was, the onset of the pandemic had also resulted in an interruption in the supply of pills from the studio, something that had not crossed my mind that night or, if it had, I was also doing a good job of burying those voices too in my eagerness to get fucked. That meant that, when all these men blew in me, I was completely vulnerable to the whatever they might be carrying. When I came back to the trail the next night and got fucked by three men in a clearing, I was at their mercy. When I drove to a rest stop on the interstate the night after that and got used for three hours by various passing men, I was defenceless. This risk seemed to be inconsequential though. Spending all day thinking up something to do on camera, filming and editing it, posting the video and monitoring the comments, and otherwise working out my body and regularly riding dildos, was basically making me a needy horny mess every night. Now that I had found a solution, I just could not stop myself from heading out under the cover of darkness to find other men who were ignoring the quarantine rules and getting together in secret. The trail was my most regular haunt, the truck stop a close second, but I also made a couple of visits to a house where a tattooed chubby couple in their fifties that I’d linked up with online saw to my needs and also introduced me to getting double-fucked. They knew full well who I was, and really got off on reaming me out and filling me with their loads. Three weeks after my first trip to the trail, and after yet another night on my hands and knees in the dirt, I woke up feeling like death. That went on for a few days, but as all the Covid tests I took came up negative I concluded that I had just caught the flu during my encounters. Once I was fully better, my sex drive appeared to have gone even more into overdrive, and I resumed my nightly quests for cock. It was like an addiction, and god knows there were plenty of ‘dealers’ out there. A few weeks later we were able to resume making proper porn with some restrictions, and so the studio duly got us all booked in for health checks while starting up our prep supply again. Despite my recent antics, I was actually floored and devastated by the doctor informing me I had tested positive for HIV, and it was only once I had retreated into my house and my thoughts that I finally began to clearly see who I had become and what I had been doing. I was the very definition of a cumdump, accepting any and every load without question or protection, so of course I was going to get infected. It then became more of a shock to me that it was only HIV that I had picked up. Carrying on my career as it had been before Covid was no longer an option, but behind the murky scenes of the industry my studio had actually invested in another that catered to the growing demand for less mainstream content. I was going to have to deal with making less money, but there was a home for me there if I wanted it. So here I now am, the toast of Scorpex studios after having brought a sizeable fanbase with me that has swelled the number of subscribers on the website. They mostly want me versatile, so aside from a particular series of scenes we’ve been shooting, it’s only outside of the set that my true nature as an eager, insatiable bottom gets to shine. I’ve even somehow got myself a boyfriend of sorts, in the form of one of my fellow ‘straight’ porn stars from the last studio who also had a tough time maintaining his heterosexuality during the pandemic. The amount of time he spends buried in my cum-filled hole has done the job of also bringing him into the Scorpex stable, unless of course it was one of the many occasions when he bends over next to me in a toilet block or sex club (and he was a strict top-only before the pandemic). As much as I am fine with the versatility on set, my passion project has been that other series of scenes. This is a set of long single-scene shoots that I have co-directed, all being released onto the Scorpex website under the Ganging Greg title in several volumes. Each one has been a large nonstop gangbang, with a different theme in terms of both setting and the type of tops. The most recent volume has caused something of a stir, as I took inspiration from my favourite story on Breeding Zone by shooting it in a filthy sauna complex. The tops were all older men who were obviously poz, that obviousness either being because of their tattoos or the general wasted states of their bodies, and I was used by all of them as I roamed around the various rooms and corridors. Despite working with Scorpex now, I have never actually disclosed my status publicly nor got an associated tattoo, so the latest film has ignited a lot of chatter online that I have found greatly amusing. What’s next? Well, at some point I guess I’ll finally end the chatter and get my other arm tatted with something suitable. My boyfriend has suggested we do some sort of video where we appear to both eagerly seek a pozzing side by side, which would probably have to be released as some sort of ‘hidden camera’ sex tape. That does sound like fun, though I do wonder about so overtly lying given the high viral loads we both already have. I’m thinking it might actually be more fun to see if we can find one of our former studio stablemates to induct into Scorpex for real. What do you think?

Tommy woke up the next morning in a large bed in the middle of a large room. The walls were brick and about 20 feet tall with huge windows and exposed air ducts ran through metal rafters above. The room appeared to be the entire top floor of a building, skylights above letting in more light. He smelled breakfast and coffee. Zeke stood in the kitchen area and seeing him stir said “Good morning Tommy” Zeke looked almost like a different person dressed in a sharp suit, sipping coffee and reading a folded newspaper. His face, so gaunt looking last night, was still thin but now had an aesthetic look. Handsome by anyone’s standard. His hair that had been wild last night was neatly pulled back and ran several inches down his back. “Tommy sounds so undignified” Zeke said in a refined voice barely recognizable as the rough sultry voice that had invaded his mind last night. “Do you mind if I call you Thomas in the light of day?” “That’s fine, that’s what my parents call me” Tommy said As he sat up he felt something around his neck and reached up to feel a metal necklace there. “Don’t fret with it, you will get used to it” Zeke said “I have a business meeting and I will be gone a couple hours. Make yourself at home because this is your new home” Zeke walked to the only internal wall. Pressed a button then seemed to think of something. Taking a fob from a key rack he tossed it onto the bed. “If you go out you need this to call the elevator to this floor. I will see you when I get back” and with that he was gone. Tommy got up and went to a door that he assumed led to the bathroom and relieved the pressure on his bladder then looked in the mirror a polished silver chain hung there held in place by a silver padlock. No use in trying to get it off and did he want to? Then he remembered “The price” of that chain and a moment of panic rose up in him but like the chain there was no way to undo it. He found his suitcase and dressed, they had swung by his hotel and picked up his things last night Zeke was being very trusting. Leaving an almost complete stranger alone in his home Tommy thought then admitted that he would never even think of stealing anything, It just wasn’t him. He rode down in the elevator and stepped out the front door of the building into a very upscale area then went back in and back up. **** As Zeke rode down in the elevator something seemed to separate from him and Ezekiel shifted to the higher plane. Zeke was his unwitting agent in the mortal world, One of many all around the world. It had been this agent who a couple years ago had infected a cheating little tramp named Doug with HIV and sent him home knowing he would infect his unsuspecting lover Mike and later had encouraged Doug to leave Mike when he was having a crisis of faith, Sending Mike quickie and improbably into the arms and ass of a young man named Jeff. Speaking of Mike and Jeff the real Ezekiel sent his thoughts across the world sliding into Mike’s head to silently check on the pair. They had a lot to do on the path they had been set on and if all went right they would change the world. Mike was holding Jeff and telling him how he regretted that their marriage had happened so quickly, that Jeff deserved better and suggested that they renew their vows and have a real wedding. Things were right on track here. Ezekiel slipped quietly out of Mike’s mind. This is what he did. He used his agents to influence certain people. Setting them on different paths to better the world. He had been doing it for a very long time. The boy who’s life he had diverted last night’s future was heading to a sweet though boring life with a divorced man who brought a son to be raised into their relationship. Tommy’s influence on that boy would set him on a path to become a great world leader and eventually destroy the world. Without Tommy’s influence he would lead a normal average life. Sometimes teaching a boy to be honorable above all can lead to disaster. His agent just knew that he had certain insights he didn’t always understand. Like how he knew about Tommy’s past and exactly how to approach the boy. He also knew he could influence things and people to an unusual degree but never questioned it. He had a sadistic love of creating chaos in the lives of those around him and thus was the perfect agent. That’s what Ezekiel was. The agent of chaos in this world. Chaos was not evil though sometimes they aligned. Order aligned with evil just as much if not more. Chaos was change, order was stability and both were needed for the world to advance. Ezekiel slipped back into his agent as he rode back up to his loft silently hiding behind his eyes ready to nudge if he needed too. These two had work to do together. ****** Zeke stepped off the elevator to find Tommy watching TV and approached Tommy standing as he neared. Zeke didn't ask he simply put his large hand behind the boy’s head and pulsed him into a kiss his tongue invading his mouth as he guided his property to the bed pushing him back on it pulling his shorts off and then quickly and efficiently stripping off his suit He crawled on top of the unresisting boy and raising his legs to his shoulders. guided this cock to his hole, punching the head inside causing Tommy’s back to arch in pain. Zeke cut off his squeal with another hard kiss, shoving more of his cock inside and stretching the 18 year old’s hole, abrading the lining and making it more receptive to his virus. It was important to continually pump the boy full of toxic cum to make sure it took and the boy was irrevocably infected, It probably took last night but no need to take chances. Besides, fucking this gorgeous young man was a pleasant way to bust a nut and the boy needed to be trained. He had to understand he was a slave to Zeke’s whims and lust, He was there to keep Zeke’s toxic balls drained. Zeke slid in and out slowly grinding against those silky inner walls that gripped him like a glove as Tommy gasped and writhed under him in apparent agony though his cock was rock hard. Zeke sped up his huge virus filled balls bouncing against that battered ass till with a hiss of pleasure he shot was after wad of poz seed deep, Tommy once again cumming without touching himself as he was bred. They collapsed together sweating and panting. Zeke still lodged inside his boy’s spasming hole

“I think Dean might be next” said my boyfriend Stone. “He seems up for it.” “Dean?” I replied. “I thought he was strictly a top.” “So was I, if you remember” said Stone, smirking. “From what I hear, his last girlfriend started pegging him and now he’s a bit more vers.” “I didn’t know they’d got him to bottom” I said. “They haven’t. But Rex told me one of the fluffers had told him that he fucked Dean in a bathroom to get him turned on enough to perform.” I let out a bit hearty laugh, realising that Dean must have become a slave to his ass like I had. “But” continued Stone, “they’ve benched him for a bit because his doctor is making him take a break from prep.” “Oh really” I said, smirking. “He messaged me earlier and sounded pretty pissed” he said. “In that case I bet he’d be up for joining us” I said. “Call him, while I go and buy some cameras.” It turns out that Dean Hardrock (stage name of course) was in fact very up for it, as it was only the next day that he turned up at our house with two bottles of wine and a lot of nervous energy. We plied him with a few drinks while sitting out the back smoking cigarettes, and then got down to business. Stone just bluntly asked him what he was hoping for from the night, and after a lot of mumbling and looking at the floor he eventually admitted he wanted to be spitroasted for the first time and otherwise just used for as long as we had the energy. He never mentioned condoms nor asked us about status, and as far as we were concerned it was common knowledge in the industry that Scorpex was a place for poz stars to shine so he should know what he was getting into. With no issues on that front to work through, we encouraged him into the bedroom, got ourselves naked, and then placed him on all fours on the bed. While Stone moved into position to allow Dean to suck him, I stealthily activated the four hidden cameras I had set up around the room. You could tell Dean was inexperienced in this role thanks to his lacklustre oral efforts, so we quickly moved things along by taking turns rimmimg and fingering his pert, tight ass. Stone then went first, sliding his girthy cock into Dean before pausing to allow the man to get used to it. The fuck was initially slow and gentle, but once I had moved round to let Dean suck on my cock, Stone picked up the pace and really let his expertise as a top shine through. Dean moaned throughout, enabling me to push my cock down his throat and force him to stifle his gag reflex, something he would need to learn if we were to bring him over to Scorpex eventually. Stone has legendary stamina, so I had to frequently pull back from Dean’s gradually relaxing throat to stop myself from coming too soon. I made Dean rim me a bit as he got pounded, and then eventually had to stand back and just watch this straight hunk be fucked like he never had been. His grunts and moans let us know he was loving it. When Stone finally blew his toxic load into Dean he roared out in triumph, sweat pouring off him. Dean too was a sweaty mess, but he got no respite as I slammed into his stretched, cummy hole as soon as Stone had withdrawn. I power fucked him while he did his best to clean off Stone’s cock, and soon added my tainted load to his hole. I then plugged him up before we put on our underwear and went out back for another drink and smoke. For round two we took things into the playroom in our basement, which we had fitted out when Stone had decided he wanted somewhere I could be strapped down to a bench or into a sling for men to come by and use without the hassle of having to go out all the time. We already had cameras all over the room, mostly for Stone to be able to watch proceedings from upstairs, with several angles on the sling as he particularly enjoyed watching me lying back and taking it. On this occasion it was Dean who was put into the sling, with his wrists and ankles secured in place. We unplugged him and then took turns fucking his eager hole, until it got too much for us again and we added the third and fourth loads of infected cum to his innards. This time, however, we did not bring him outside with us for a break, choosing instead to set up the fucking machine with a large dildo. I inserted it into him and put it on a variable speed setting, while Stone fetched the ball gag and got Dean into it while he was still too fucked-out to resist. We then turned off the lights and left him in the dark, heading upstairs to have some more drinks and cigarettes out back before deciding to watch some of Dean’s best porn performances together. It was while we were watching a scene Dean had filmed where he did a round robin on three muscled twink bottoms that I got a message from Frank and Bram (the tatted couple I had started hooking up with during quarantine) to see if Stone and I wanted to get fucked by them that night. This was too good an opportunity to miss, so I invited them over to join us in using Dean which they jumped at of course. I suggested they use the separate entrance that went straight down to the basement, and then we got ourselves set up to watch using the multi-screen installation Stone had put together in one of the bedrooms. It only took a few minutes for Frank and Bram to arrive, and we watched as Dean reacted to the lights going on and two strangers walking in the side door of the basement while we was secured in the sling having his ass reamed out by the machine. He started writhing and attempting to yell around the ball gag, but it was to no avail and within moments Bram had pulled back the machine and then slammed his cock into Dean. All resistance then ceased, as the gorgeous straight porn star gave in to the ecstasy of Bram’s long thick cock. His attempted yells became moans of pleasure, at which point Frank removed the gag, turned Dean’s head to the side and inserted his own dick into the man’s mouth. Stone and I watched in awe as the two men absolutely went to town on Dean, repeatedly swapping positions but otherwise never letting up on the frenetic fucking of the porn star’s ass. We eventually decided we needed to be there in person, so headed down to the basement to join them. Thereafter it became a four-way ganging up on Dean, with us having taken his wrists out of the leather cuffs so he could also use his hands to service our cocks while we waited our turn to be back inside him. In all, he got eight more loads, and I knew that Frank and Bram were pretty potent (indeed, they might have been the ones who pozzed me in the first place) so Dean was probably not long for the neg world. We were all pretty exhausted by the end of it, with Frank and Bram wearily making their exit while we finally got Dean down from the sling after plugging him up. He almost needed our help to remain standing as we took a shower together, and then we brought him to our bed for the night. I lay down in front of him and got his dick into me, and then Stone lay down behind, removed the plug and tossed it on the floor, and inserted himself into the fucked-out probably-not-so-straight-anymore hunk. We then all drifted off to sleep in a happy, contented chain. Dean seemed to be in no rush to leave the following morning, and eventually we spent the day at our place talking, swimming in the pool, napping, and of course fucking. Stone and I were a bit more versatile, enjoying a hard fuck each from the experienced top while of course also adding several more loads to his hole, which we otherwise kept plugged up. Even by the evening he didn’t seem to be wanting to leave, so after a few drinks we strapped him down on the fuck bench in the playroom, put in the ball gag again along with a blindfold over his eyes, and then invited a whole series of fuckbuddies of ours to come over and have at it. Stone and I were both quite tired, so we mostly conserved our energy by relaxing for a few hours in front of the multi-screens watching the proceedings, before concluding the night by going down and adding our final loads of the day. Once again, after a three-way shower Dean spent the night sleeping in the middle of a Greg and Stone sandwich. He did eventually leave the next morning after we’d both fucked him a final time, but three days later he was back. We had some more fun, before inviting Frank and Bram to come by and take Dean away with them. He was very nervous about this, but sufficiently drunk and horny that he agreed to go with them back to their place so Stone and I could get sufficient rest to prepare for a shoot we had coming up together out in the desert. Four days later we got back home after a successful couple of days in Nevada. This one had actually been a big deal as Stone had bottomed on camera for the first time in an orgy scene we shot on some boulders in the desert, with me only notionally topping for a bit before being taken by a whole army of men (albeit often in the background as they focused the filming on Stone’s “deflowering”). Anyway, when we got back we soon had a message from Bram saying that they were heading off to Palm Springs for a few days so would be bringing Dean back to us, which floored us both as we had just assumed they would have had their fun for a night before he went home. Evidently he had voluntarily stayed as their live-in cumdump, and had been shared with even more of their network of contacts during that time. This meant he had been taking high viral loads for several days, so PEP was no longer an option for him if he suddenly freaked out and tried to undo things. Dean was an unkempt mess when he was dropped off, so rather than picking up where we left off we instead got him showered, shaved, and dressed in some of my clothes. We then left him in peace by the pool, but kept an eye on him as he gradually seemed to start to deal with things. Later in the day I joined him outside, sitting on a lounger next to him for a while until he eventually spoke up and started asking me questions about my own experiences. “Have I been pozzed?” he asked, a bit out of the blue given we had been mostly talking about sexual identity. “Yes” I said, deciding honesty was probably a good policy at this point. “Are you sure?” “No, you can’t be until you’ve been tested, but I think you probably will be converting soon.” He sat in silence staring at the pool for a while. “Are you poz?” he asked. “Yes” I replied, “and so is Stone.” He nodded, not looking away from the pool. “We’re not on meds either, and neither are most of the men who fucked you” I stated, readying myself for an angry or even violent reaction. However, he remained calm and still, just staring at the pool. “I know” he eventually said. “I already knew.” “You did?” I asked. He nodded, but didn’t say anything else immediately. “I don’t know why I did it” he said after a while. “You were horny” I offered. “No” he said. “I mean, yes, but I could have done something else about that. I chose to come here.” I decided to just remain silent, instead lighting a cigarette and offering him one which he accepted. We then sat and smoked in silence. “Can you fuck me again?” he asked, after stubbing out his cigarette, swivelling round on the lounger and facing me. “Are you sure?” I asked. “Yes” he said. “I can’t think about this shit anymore.” “Well OK” I replied, giving him a warm smile. Dean ended up staying with us for a few days, getting used to a new life he was carving out for himself by being fucked repeatedly, while also spending some time talking to us, reading things on the net or just sitting by the pool thinking about what was to come. We decided to let on about the cameras, and he actually got quite into working with the footage to pull together a well edited record of his days-long likely pozzing. He did eventually go home, but we kept an eye on him and were therefore able to be on hand when the conversion started. We brought him back to ours in a delirious state and took care of him, and once he started to come out the other side we did a quick home test before - and with his blessing - starting to invite others over to fuck or be fucked by him. When he was fully recovered we took him to a clinic for a proper test, and then began the process of getting him signed to Scorpex with us as ‘sponsors’ of sorts. Releasing the homemade footage onto the net helped with that for sure, such was the public reaction (a mix of celebration and dismay). Where the studio wanted me to maintain the versatility I had shown in my last place, and they have only just started to get Stone bottoming on camera, with Dean they cast him as 100% submissive from the moment he transferred over. It’s actually amusing to re-watch films from the first stage of his career, as it’s hard to correlate that the needy, greedy bottom we now know is the same man. He’s never really talked to us about how he feels about us deliberately pozzing him, and actually we don’t see him that much anymore as he seems to always be out on the hunt for cock. However, he did get in touch recently to let us know that he’d seen another of our gay-for-pay former studio stablemates breeding a guy in a club, suggesting that this hunk might be open to a bit of play off-camera. Suffice it to say that Stone and I have started making plans…

It was Summer 1995, my family were living in Houston, Texas and I was out for an extended visit from Glasgow in Scotland. It was lovely to see my folks but suburban Houston isn't exactly a hotbed of homo activity, especially before apps. I had cruised this guy in a park toilet and quizzed him about places to go and he told me there were 2 bathhouses fairly close together in Downtown on Fannin. I bit the bullet and headed to Club Houston, paid my membership and hired a locker. It was a Saturday afternoon and typical Houston summer day, roasting and incredibly humid. There was an outdoor pool and jacuzzi so I got myself a sunbed and laid out wearing a tiny pair of Speedos watching six guys playing water polo in the pool, every one of them my American porno fantasy, from Hot Latin to corn fed Texas blonde. After a while the hot Latin guy got out of the pool and came over to me, looking super hot with a huge bulge in his Speedo's. He introduced himself and I told him my name. A bit of background, I'm 5’6”, ginger and that time had a ginger goatee and cropped hair. When he realised I was Scottish I swear I could see his cock twitch as he told me that him and the guys were all wondering if I would join them in a game. Water polo in Scotland isn't exactly common place so I apologised and told him I'd never played before. ‘Well actually, all the guys in the pool, including me, want to fuck you.’ I looked over to the pool and five hot fucks were lined up at the edge staring straight at me. I've always been a fucking whore, so I put my book in my knapsack, picked up my towel, looked him in the eye and said, ‘Come on then’. He looked over to his friends and gave them the nod, they were out of the pool in double time and then the 7 of us were heading to Miguel's cabin. He'd hired one of the few double cabins available but it was still a bit cramped so they left the door open, back then if you hired a cabin there would be one condom on the bedside table but no lube, there was no condom and no lube. Miguel practically ripped off my Speedos and threw them on the floor, flipped me over with my face down and arse up and dived into my hole with his tongue. I figured this was the only lube I was getting until his cum so I just went with it, knowing that if he wasn't going to use lube he sure as fuck wasn't going to bother with a condom.

Tommy writhed twisting in the ropes holding his wrists together above his head and tied to the bedpost, the gag in his mouth preventing his cries and moans of pain from echoing through the room. The hot candle wax cooled on his chest stung and the clips on his nipples bit in as Zeke fucked him. That morning he had been woken up by the rope’s tightening around his wrist as he had been bound, the gag shoved in his mouth when he fuzzily tried to question what was happening followed by a snarling “Shut up you little slut” and a stinging slap across his face. Zeke had then proceed to torment his body with candles, clips and stinging little slaps here and there from a crop before raising his legs and slamming that huge cock of his into his defenseless hole. The fuck had been short, brutal and panful and as always they came together Tommy’s cock spewing cum all over both of them as Zeke’s toxic cum filled him, Tommy lay twitching as Zeke untied him then slid his body next to the boy wrapping his long arms around him, stroking the smooth young skin and whispering soft words to him, slowly bringing him back to himself, talking him down from the pain high that always took the boy when Zeke pushed him beyond a certain point. It had surprised and frightened even Zeke a little the first time it happened. Seeing the boy lost to the world, so caught up in the mixture of pain and pleasure that he could not respond. When coaxing and soft touches had brought Tommy back Zeke had said he would hold back in the future but Tommy had said no. He didn’t know where he went when the pain took him but wherever it was it was pure rapture. Once awareness returned to the boy’s eyes Zeke lifted him and carried him to the shower making out as the hot water raised a cloud of steam to surround them. Later as they rode down in the elevator Zeke asked “Are you sure you are ready for this?” and Tommy nodded. The week he had planned to stay in the city was up and Zeke was driving him home to pick up his things and tell his parents his life had changed. Had been changed. They would not understand. They didn’t even know he was gay and now he was going to dedicate his life to a man he had known for a week? Tommy did not understand it himself, and while he didn’t know if this was love or not he did knew the sex with Zeke was addictive. If truth be told Zeke was just as confused. He had taken countless boys and men throughout his life. He could even remember a few of their names but he never even thought of dumping Tommy. It wasn’t love. It couldn’t be. Zeke was not even sure he could love anyone. Tommy brought out both a desire to cause that young fresh body pain for Zeke’s own gratification and a fierce protectiveness. He would do anything to keep Tommy safe and with him. It was like there was something inside of him making him take this boy into his life and treasure him. Something that was not entirely him. The drive seemed to take no time at all and before Tommy knew it he was walking up to the front door of his house with Zeke, sharp as ever in a gray suit walking behind him, He opened the door calling “Mom! Dad! I’m home!’ Dad came out of his den and mom down from upstairs “We were not expecting you for hours, your bus was not supposed to arrive till 3” mom said stopping as she saw Zeke standing behind her son in the front door, “Zeke drove me home” Tommy said “And who is Zeke?” his dad asked in a not altogether friendly tone. Tommy swallowed and said “He’s my lover” A long silence followed then mom said “I think you better both come in” At first they tried logic and it descended from there. “You just met this man! You don’t really know him! You are going to college in a few months! This is just a phase! The right girl will snap you out of it! No son of mine is going to be a queer! If you think I’m going to pay to send a queer to school you have another thing coming!’ That final one coming out as a shout from his red faced dad. Zeke raised a hand and his cold voice cut through the din “I think that’s enough” he snapped and they fell silent, “What you don’t seem to understand is that Thomas is an adult and can make his own choices. This conversation is not about what you will or will not allow him to do it’s about if you want to drive your son out of your lives or not. As for paying for his education. Don’t worry, I will handle that and I have the influence to get him into one of the best schools in the country, So what is it going to be? When your son walks back out that door do you want it to be ten days or ten years before you talk to him again?” “”But what if his choices are mistakes?” mom asked tears in her eyes “It’s time to let him make his own mistakes too” Zeke said softly and he actually managed to sound compassionate surprising himself “But you are not sending him into the world alone. I promise you I will be there to catch him before he falls too far” These words sounded like they were coming from someone else to Zeke and yet he meant every one. Tommy went up to his room and in a surprisingly short time returned with two small bags, His mother went into the den and returned with a large file folder. “A copy of his birth certificate and other documents” She explained then said to Tommy “This will always be your home and we will always be here if you need us” then she hugged him. A brief nod from his dad in agreement and then a rough embrace and they were back out the door walking to the car. “You ok baby boy?” Zeke asked and then he though “baby boy? Where the hell did that come from?” even as his hand seemed to move on it’s own to take Tommy’s He was rewarded with a shaky smile and a “Yes, thank you” They stayed in a local hotel and Tommy spent the afternoon showing Zeke his hometown. They were obviously a couple and there were many disapproving looks directed at them. “Hey look! Little Tommy has a boyfriend!” A shout rang out It was Steve a guy a few years older than Tommy who had been his friend till he started hanging with the wrong crowd He and two of his friends approached but stopped as Zeke stepped in front of his boy “We aren’t going to have any trouble here are we?” He asked in a quiet voice as his ice blue eyes seemed to glitter with menace “Unnn no... No Sir” and Zeke knew that this man in front of him was not offended by Tommy being openly gay and having someone. He was jealous. Envious that others had the balls tp dp what he was too afraid to. Angry that someone else was taking his Tommy even though he had never said a word about his feelings to him. Steve and his friends slouched off leaving them standing alone “Poor Steve” Tommy sighed “He fights with himself, so afraid to be what he is” Zeke nodded They had dinner and returned to the hotel room, Tommy dropping off to sleep quickly and Zeke sitting in a chair in the dark watching him trying to sort the things that were happening out in his head finally falling asleep, ****** Ezekiel slipped out of his sleeping agent’s mind. What a fucking day! Nudging Zeke to where he needed to be. Making him feel the things he would not admit he even could feel. He slipped into the higher plain and let out an explosive breath, Then he felt it Another being approach him on the higher plane and he turn to confront it. Ezekiel was black fire and this being was white ice, Zeke was the darkness and the other was the light Zeke was… Suddenly the other being shifted into a man-shaped form of incredible beauty, his white wings folded on his back “Honestly Ezekiel, can we skip the dramatic confrontation and light show this time? After all the eons it’s getting old,” “Works for me” Ezekiel e said shifting into an equally beautiful form with black wings, “It’s good to see you Gabe” Gabriel was the agent of Order for this world, The two of them had formed out of nothing eons ago then the precursors of man became self aware and at first had worked against each other destroying what the other did but as time passed they gradually learned that working together or at least not opposing each other helped advance mankind much more quickly It had been Gabriel's agent. A music teacher. Who had influenced a young boy named Jeff Clayton years back. Encouraging his musical talent and urging him to post his songs online, but also encouraging him to never loose that reckless streak in his nature. Setting him on a path that would eventually lead him into the arms and bed of a man named Mike. “Good to see you Gabe” Ezekiel said and spread both his arms and wings Gabriel stepped to him and kissed him as they melted into one another making love and merging till there was almost no separation between them. The closest way to describe it was it was like fucking someone who was fucking you at the same time… sort of. It was release. It was love. It was communing with the only other being who would always be there through the centuries. The only one who understood. ***** Zeke woke up in his chair. He felt freer, less restrained, Every feeling for Tommy was still there. Now immovable bedrock in his soul but his chaotic nature towards others was free to wreak havoc. He quietly dressed and left the room hunting, It was 3am and the bar was closed. Steve had only had a couple that night so he was not really drunk as he cut through an alley on the way home, “You are Steve aren’t you?” a voice, rough and sultry came out of the shadows. Then a man moved into the half light between the buildings, It was the guy who had been with Tommy earlier. “Yeah” he said a bit nervously. The guy seemed even more menacing tonight “Zeke” the man said giving his name. “You should not harass others because they are brave enough to be who they are, You should not be afraid to be who you are.” “What are you talking about?” Steve asked but he knew Zeke backed him into a wall and placed a hand on his face leaning in as if to kiss him and just before their lips touched he whispered “I’m going to free you Steve” gripping his shoulders, turning him to face the wall and yanking his baggy shorts down to his ankles. Steve did not resist. Deep inside he had wanted this for years. He had wanted a man to take him and use him, He sobbed in pent up frustration and longing and submitted. Zeke unzipped his pants freeing his cock and plunged unmercifully into the virgin hole before him, his long fingered hand covering Steve's mouth and muffling the scream as he took him. Sliding in and out his cock head scraping those inner walls getting them ready to receive his gift as he pounded into the bully with quickened strokes till his evil release. Balls pumping his poison cum deep inside the unsuspecting man. Steve’s moan of pure pleasure as he came against the wall a release of years of secret desires. Zeke pulled out , zipped up and walked away a quiet “Thank you” coming from Steve and wondered if he would still thank him when his gift was revealed. He slipped back into the hotel room, quietly showered the slipped into bed with Tommy wrapping long arms protectively, possessive around him and drifted off to sleep. ****** Ezekiel had returned to his agent just as he was breeding Steve in that alley. Mentally sighing he checked Steve’s future for potential damage. Steve’s future had been unremarkable before and it still was but he had actually been shifted into a happier path where he would find real love someday Riding in Zeke’s mind back to the hotel room he nudged his feelings for Tommy further open then settled down to wait as they slept.

where are you in philly

A good rim job with plenty of spit is great, but often guys need a bit more to handle my girth. I find Vaseline (which so many here prefer) is too thick for my taste, so I've been using plain mineral oil, which doesn't dry and also doesn't stain bedding (unlike vegetable oils). That's a bit too thin, so I'd be very curious to know the formulation for the homemade Albolene - @Calgarybugchaser, please share! As far as commercial lubes, I find them generally overpriced and I really hate the silicone ones, which seem to be impossible to remove from skin and aren't slick enough for my taste.

Part 23 Colt layed on top of me for a minute as his cock leaked the last of his big load into my wet guts. The rank smell of the dirty carpet filled my nostrils which in turn fucked with my head. The smell was sending little jolts to my dick. Colt finally stood up, and using his foot to push my head further into the nasty carpet said, "Don't move faggot!" I didn't move a muscle as I heard him rummage around for a moment before sitting on the bed next to me. I heard the unmistakable sound of a baggie being opened. Colt leaned down next to me and showed me what he had in his hand. It was a shard. And not just a shard, a huge fucking one! It had to be an inch long and fat too. "Ready to get fucked up, bitch?" He taunted me, as he looked into my eyes. Eyes that were pleading for the drug. "You want this piggy? Does daddy's nasty little meth whore want this? Tell me slut. Tell your Master what you want!" "I want it Sir! Please!" I begged him. "Give it to me Sir! I'm your dirty faggot meth whore, Sir! Please fuck me up!" Colt just smiled as he spread my ass cheeks apart and fingered my already sloppy hole a bit. I involuntarily moaned and arched my back, sticking my ass up a bit. "Oh yea whore. Daddy likes that." He purred. "Daddy likes seeing his bitch hungry for things in its pussy. Get on your knees. Keep your head down. And spread your ass open and really beg me, you stupid faggot!" I assumed the position and began pleading. "Please Sir." I whined like a bitch. "Please put it in me. I'm such a worthless faggot. Please get me fucked up. I'm your whore. I'm your property. I'll do anything you want me to Sir. Use me, degrade me, humiliate me. Just please give me that shard!" Colt just laughed his little evil laugh. "Oh don't worry faggot. I'll do anything I want to you regardless. Cause your just my personal fuck toy. You have no say in the matter. But I still love to hear you beg for it." I could feel something placed against my sphincter, and I knew it was the shard. I shivered a bit in anticipation. Then, I could feel Colt pushing it into me. "Hoo boy. That's one hungry pussy! It sucked that shard up like it was starving!" He laughed." I just let out a groan as I started feeling that burning inside my bowels. "Let's find out just how hungry it is!" Colt held down a plug by my face. It took a moment to focus on it as the burning in my guts made my eyes water. But when I did, I saw a toy I hadn't seen before. I whimpered slightly. Colt just laughed. "You like it whore? I bought it special for you." The reason I whimpered was because this was no ordinary butt plug. This one was shaped like a dog's cock. A big one. Almost as long as Colt's cock, but even thicker. And the scariest part was the huge balls that sat at the base. They had to be at least as big around as a fist. I whimpered again. "Don't worry slut. As soon as that meth kicks in your pussy will gobble this right down." He said as he slapped it against my face a few times. "Plus, this will help." He continued as he put a gas mask over my head. In a minute I heard the familiar sound of the torch being lit, followed a few seconds later by my mask filling up with a thick, white cloud. This was soon followed by more clouds, and between them and the booty bump kicking in, I didn't even notice when Colt started pushing the plug up against my hole. But I sure noticed when the flared head was forced past my anal ring and popped into me. I screamed into the mask and Colt laughed. "Oh yea bitch. I bet that hurts. I bet you feel like you're being ripped open. And I bet my whore wants more. Don't you whore?" "Oh yes Sir!" I moaned into the mask. "Give it to me Sir!" Colt began to fuck my ass with the big dog cock plug and I continued to moan like the slut I was. Then he paused for a moment. I felt the tube to the mask moving, then a moment later I was hit with poppers. Strong poppers. It must have been a new bottle. Colt must have stuck a soaked rag in the tube, because all I could breath were poppers. In moments I was flying as the assault on my ass continued. I was moaning and drooling as the drugs did their job, and very soon I felt the balls of the plug pushing against my hole. Colt reached down and wrapped a huge bicep around my neck, pulling me back into him. The other hand pushed on the plug. "Tell me you want it bitch. Tell me you want your methed up pussy plugged!" "Fuck yea!" I moaned, totally lost in being high and Colt's power. "Fuckin do it. Plug me up Sir! DO IT!" Colt just growled and pushed as hard as he could and the thing popped into me. I screamed again as jolts of pain and pleasure rocked my body. He just squeezed my neck with his arm and covered my mouth through the mask with his other. "That's it. That's a good boy. Ride the pain faggot. Embrace it. Know that pain is good. Pain makes me happy. Hurting you makes me happy." "Yes Sir." I moaned as I writhed against him, both my body and brain on fire. My ass kept trying to grind against the huge plug in a desperate attempt to bring some relief. But it only served to heighten my arousal. As evidenced by my rock hard cock. "Ah yes." Colt said as he stroked my hard cock. "My little piggy likes this. He likes it a lot. I knew buying that plug was a good idea. However, we really need to get moving. Now lay down on the bed!" I did as Colt grabbed the ice bucket. Scooping out a handful of ice, he grabbed my hard cock and balls. I yelped from the shock, but it had the desire effect and soon my hardon was gone. Colt wasted no time in getting it locked into the chastity device with the spikes on the inside and a urethral tube. Then he tossed me a white speedo. "Put this on and stand up!" I scrambled into the obviously too small speedo and stood up. I happened to be facing the mirror and got a good look at how obvious my chastity cage was. The white fabric was totally see through. Which I'm sure is what Colt planned. I just stood there as he took a sharpie and wrote on my back. When he finished, he wrote on my upper chest, 'CUMHOLE' with an arrow pointing up to my face. Under that he wrote 'I'M A FAG USE ME!'. He certainly wasn't being subtle. Then he stood behind me and showed me a heavy, link chain with a padlock on it. "Kiss it slave." He told me as he held it up to my lips. I kissed it. "Now beg me to put it on. Beg me to make you my slave forever." My cock pushed against its confines as I begged Colt, "Please Sir. Collar me. Make me your slave forever. I Love you so much Master. I will do anything for you." A wet spot appeared on my speedo as he pushed the padlock shut. "God you're beautiful." He purred as he licked my ear. "You're going to be a very popular whore these next few days. Let's hope your pussy doesn't fall apart." He grabbed some sunscreen and sprayed me all over. "Wouldn't want your pasty white skin getting all burned." He said before leaning into my ear. "Those aren't the kinds of marks I'm planning on leaving." I shuddered as he handed me the spray to do him. When I finished, he asked me, "Do you want to see what I wrote on your back? Not that it matters. I'll do what the fuck I want! I just thought it would give you more food for thought." He turned me around, and even though it was backwards, I could clearly see it read, 'Cumdump Available. 2 holes. Blue Flamingo Motel. Room 49. After 7 pm.' Then, across the top of my cheeks like a tramp stamp, 'CUMHOLE' with an arrow pointing down my crack. "I think that should get the point across." He laughed as he placed a bottle of poppers on a leather string around my neck. "And look how nice your red ass shows through." He said as he rubbed my still burning cheeks. And they sure did. The welts showed right through. Colt pulled on a black speedo and some flip flops, then looked at the beach stuff, then at me. "You don't expect me to fuckin carry that shit, do you slave?" "No Sir." I mumbled as I grabbed the stuff. "Just remember the rules. Now let's go." I opened the door and stood by it patiently, not daring to go first. Colt just smiled as people passed the open door and laughed at me. "Oops, almost forgot one last thing." He said, producing a leash. He clipped it onto my collar before laughing. "No, that's to easy. Doesn't make you suffer enough." He then grabbed the alligator clamps. I took a deep breath and gritted my teeth as he attached them to my little pink nips, the sharp teeth digging into my sensitive flesh. Then he attached the leash to the chain that connects them. "Let's go!" He ordered me as he gave them a hard yank. I gasped in pain. The walk through the motel was deeply humiliating, just as Colt wanted it. The taunts and jeers flew around us as he led his practically naked slave by his tits. But outside was even worse. There were lots more people around, some of them obviously shocked by what they were seeing. Let's face it, we were more fitting in a pride parade than spring break, but that didn't matter to Colt. He loved shocking people. And it wasn't just the people around that made it worse. My tender feet weren't used to hot pavement and I found myself stepping very gingerly. Add to that the huge plugged jammed in my hole, and I was walking pretty funny. I've never had to walk with something huge lodged in my ass, and I could feel it deep inside me with every step I took, crushing my prostate, pushing against my second internal ring, while the huge balls stretched and rubbed my colon just inside of my asshole. I had all kinds of mixed feelings from pain, to humiliation, to fucking horny as the meth did its job in my system. And Colt was relentless with the leash, giving it constant tugs, sending fire through my burning tits, causing me to constantly whimper in pain. We walked past a trio of guys, your typical frat boy types with their board shorts and bucket hats, pooka shells around their necks, and Colt gave an extra hard tug. I cried out which of course got their attention. They stopped and turned, all laughing at the pathetic fag. The were taunting me, as I just stood there taking their abuse. It wasn't until one of them got in my face and said, "What's the matter faggot? Why won't you answer us?" I looked him dead in the eyes and said, "I'm a faggot slave owned by Master Colt. I only obey his commands!" There was dead silence from the trio before they erupted in laughter again, adding more taunts. Several people also stopped to observe what was going on. It was then that Colt walked up behind me and said, "Kneel!" Without hesitation I dropped to my knees. The guys laughed harder, as did some of the other onlookers. "Holy shit. This is for real." One of the guys said. "He's really a faggot slave." I felt myself flush, partly from humiliation, but mostly from pride. "That's right." Said Colt. "This is my faggot slave. I own it, and it will do whatever I tell it to. I brought it here cause I know how horny spring breakers get, and I know how bitches can be, so I brought my personal fag here to be of service. He's got two holes holes that never refuse any cock. Now, we're heading to the beach, but if you need your cocks sucked right now, we can duck down this alley." "Well fuck." Said one of the guys. "I could use my nuts drained. Let's go." He started to walk down the alley when his friend piped up. "You gonna stick your dick in a fag? Are you fuckin queer?" "I ain't no fuckin queer! But I ain't stupid either. There's a free mouth pussy right here, and I'm gonna use it. I'm gonna bust my nut into this fag, and if you had half a brain you would too. Ain't no chick gonna touch you anyway." He laughed as he walked away. "He's right you know." Said Colt to the guys. "A mouth is a mouth, and this faggot will suck you better than any bitch can. Now, stand up slave." He ordered me, tugging on my tits. I did and was led down the alley after the first guy. As I got behind the dumpster and turned around, I noticed the other two guys slowly walking toward us. "Take those trunks off bitch!" Colt ordered me. "A cumdump should always be naked when servicing a superior man. I nervously removed them, but didn't disobey. "Now, hit the bottle!" I popped the top and took some deep hits as the guy fished his already half hard cock out of his shorts. Then I opened my mouth and he just shoved it in. He grabbed the back of my head and skull fucked me. He wasn't here to make love, he was here to use a faggot and bust his nut. He choked me as he battered my throat for about a minute before he buried himself in me. "Fuckin take my cum you dirty faggot." He growled as he pumped his fluid down my throat. "You fucking disgusting alley cocksucking bitch!" I glanced up to see Colt smiling down on me. The guy pulled his cock out of me, grabbed my speedos, and wiped his slimy cock all over them. "Get the fuck over here." He said to one of the other two guys. The next guy did the same thing. Dropped his shorts enough to pull out his cock before shoving it in my mouth. He jackhammered me just like the first guy. I wasn't giving them blow jobs as much as I was just a fleshy tube for them to use. Which was fine with me. My cock pushed against the spikes in the cage, telling me I was right where I belonged. When he started to cum, he shot two squirts down my throat before Colt pulled him out and made him shoot the rest on my face. He also wiped off on my speedo. I hit more poppers as the third guy approached. And I'm glad I did, as he was already at full mast. And it was the biggest of the three. I opened wide with my tongue sticking out and he laughed. "Look at the pathetic fag. It can't get enough cock!" He took a moment to slap my face with it a few times before he shoved it in. Again, this was no gentle suck. He raped my face. He lasted about as long as the other two and was soon squirting his hot college boy cum into my still high school mouth, before painting my face with the rest. It dripped down onto my chest as he wiped his slime on my speedo, joining the others. "Stop by tonight if you want more." Colt told the guys as they walked away. "Maybe try out its cunt too!" I looked up and saw another guy approaching us. This guy was not a horny college boy. This was an older man. A dirty looking older man. Probably homeless. "You want another cock faggot?" He asked me. "I'm a faggot slave owned by Master Colt. I only obey his commands!" "Of course it wants another cock." Chimed Colt as he grabbed his phone to record. "It's what it lives for. That's its purpose in life!" I hit the poppers as the man stood in front of me. I could smell him. B.O., piss and filth flooded my nostrils and I fought off gagging. I wasn't about to fail Colt. I opened wide and took this homeless man's dirty, smelly cock into me. My asshole pulsed around the plug as I degraded myself for my Master. "Oh yea, that's it." The man groaned. "Suck my cock you dirty little alley whore. You fucking nasty little cock pig." Colt dropped down next to me. "He's right." He said in my ear. "You're just a dirty, nasty little alley whore. Taking strangers cocks. You sick little faggot." He reached under me and started manipulating the plug in me. I moaned as he moved it around. "Now, stop sucking this nice man's cock for a moment and tell him what you are. Look him in the eyes and tell him." The man leaned down and took hold of my bottle. He removed it and took a couple big hits before holding it back under my nose. "Go ahead slave. Do what your Master says." I breathed deep as I looked into this dirty, disheveled old man's eyes. "I'm a whore Sir. I'm a disgusting faggot whore. I'm just two holes for men to use as they want." I kept taking hits as Colt tugged on the plug in my pussy. "I'm a fucking cumdump for any man. Any man who wants to use my pathetic holes can. Any man my Master tell me to service, I will. Anywhere, anytime." "You slut!" Colt growled as he gave a mighty pull on the plug and the huge fake dog knot popped out of me. I howled in pain, but was quickly muffled as the homeless guy shoved his hard cock down my throat, burying me face in his smelly crotch. I gagged as I choked on his cock and foul stench. "Now ride that cock bitch! Fuck yourself with it while you suck him off!" Even though my ass ached like a mother, I did as Colt told me, and started riding that huge cock up and down while I grunted and moaned and slathered my mouth all over the cock in front of me. I devoured cock in both my holes as Colt filmed it. "Look at that little pig!" I heard him say. "My bitch is nothing more than a degenerate piece of methed up alley trash, suckin homeless cock and riding a fake dog cock." His words only spurred me on. This is what I was. A dirty, lowdown piece of faggot alley trash. A few months ago I was a nice little Christian Texas boy. Played football, got good grades, went to church. Now here I was. Lower than I had ever been before. Drugged up and degrading myself in a public alley in Florida. Naked except for my locked up cage and my slave collar. And I loved it. I couldn't help myself. I wasn't told I could speak, but I was so gone in the moment I couldn't stop myself. I pulled the cock out of my mouth and looked directly into the camera. I took more hits of poppers until my eyes went glassy. "Hey everybody. My name is Austin Allen Collins and I'm an 18 year old senior at Cleburn High School." I began as I started riding the cock again as well as slurping on the homeless cock. "Or at least, I was. Now I'm a pathetic methed up piece of faggot alley trash. I'm a slave whore owned by Colton Sawyer Cooper. I'm his property to do with what he wants. And right now, this is what he wants. I just finished sucking off three college guys in this alley. Now I'm sucking this homeless cock. Because I was ordered to." I continued sucking on the cock as I talked. "Earlier today, I was raped by three other men in another alley. They fucked my pussy and all shot their loads deep in me. When I told my Master what happened, he fucked me even harder. Then he made me suck off a stranger who knocked on our door looking for the cumdump!" I moaned as I sucked the cock and pounded my hole, knowing every dirty moment was being recorded. And knowing I would have absolutely zero control over what happened to it. Colt reached into the bag and pulled out a case and opened it. He showed it to the homeless guy. "Want a hit old man?" The guys eyes lit up. "Oh fuck yea! I've been jonesing for some. Oh man. Thank you!" He said smiling, showing off his missing teeth. That probably should have disgusted me, but it had the opposite effect. I felt sluttier. "You sure it's safe right here?" Colt asked. "Fuck yea. No one cares. Especially during spring break. People see a homeless guy in an alley, they just keep walking. Cops don't care neither. Until they hear screams, they don't fuckin do a thing." As if to prove his point, the man sparked the torch and rolled the pipe right there. He took a big hit and blew out a huge cloud down onto me while while I sucked him and Colt recorded it. After two more hits, Colt told him to hand me the pipe. Now I was high as fuck already, but I knew why Colt was making me smoke it. For the camera. To degrade me further. So I gave him what he wanted. I looked seductively into the camera and took a big hit. "Hi mom. Hi dad. Hi everyone back in Cleburn, Texas." I said before blowing a big cloud. "This is Austin, your precious baby boy. Well look at me now. Look at me Bill and Doris Collins. Your son is nothing more than a sleazy alley meth fag. I got a big fake dog cock in my whore pussy. And a big smelly homeless cock to suck on." I took another big hit and sucked on the cock as I slowly blew it out of my nose. "Mmmmm...I love cock so much! I'm such a fucking cockwhore. I want cum and piss in my dirty, slutty fag holes!" The homeless man reached down and grabbed the leash and yanked on it. I squealed as he yanked my titties. I rode and sucked harder as he blew smoke down on me. "Oh fuck I need that pussy!" He growled. "Lay the fuck down faggot, and spread em!" I climbed off the plug and layed on my back on the dirty ground, spreading my legs wide, showing him my hungry pussy. The homeless guy wasted no time crawling between my legs. He had a nice sized cock, but I was so loose he just slid right in. "Oh yea, fuck me!" I begged. "Fuck my slutty methed up high school fag pussy!" I grabbed the plug and started sucking it, looking right into the camera. "Ooooohhhh." I moaned as I licked and sucked the plug. "This was just in my pussy, mommy and daddy, and now I'm sucking off all my nasty ass juice and cum off it. I'm such a dirty whore! Look at me getting fucked next to a dumpster like the trash I am!" The homeless guy grabbed a dirty rag from his pocket and poured some poppers on it. He covered my nose and as I opened my mouth for air, he shoved the plug in, slamming it down my throat. "Fuck yea, you stupid fag!" The homeless guy growled as he pummeled both my holes. "Take those fucking cocks you queer. Fucking choke on it!" As if I had a choice. The plug was huge and he was battering my throat with it. I was gagging and wretching as he forced it into me. "Oh man. Keep choking fag. Everytime you do, it's tightens up your sloppy cunt" I did keep wretching. I was spitting up mucus and cum, and my face was covered with the slop. I just kept on looking right into the camera. "I'm gonna cum, you worthless cunt!" The homeless guy shouted. "Do it! Cum in me!" I croaked through my battered throat. "Shoot your fuckin nasty homeless cum in me! Fill my nasty teenage pussy up!" The guy grunted and went ridged, his eyes rolling back into his head as his cock pulsed inside me, blessing me with his precious spunk. After he climbed off me, Colt got some nice shots of me on the ground, next to the dumpster, my face and chest covered in cum and puke, my pussy dripping a fresh load of anonymous cum. Then he told the homeless guy to shove the plug back in me. I squealed like a little bitch as the knot popped back into me. "Don't you think you should thank the nice man?" Colt asked me. I jumped into action getting back on my knees. I took his dirty, slimy cock back into my mouth and spoke as I cleaned it off. "Thank you Sir. Thank you for using me and giving me your cum!" The homeless guy just looked down on me and smiled. "I have one more thing for you fag." Then, he started pissing. I gulped down a few mouthfuls of his rank, nasty piss before he pulled out of my mouth and sprayed my face and body with the rest. I let it shower over me as I smiled into the camera. "Here, pig." Colt said as he tossed my speedo to me. "Wipe yourself off while I chat with our friend. They walked down the alley a bit while I tried to clean myself up. But a tiny speedo doesn't really clean up a lot. Colt returned to find me holding a sopping wet speedo and scum smeared all over my face and chest. He made me put on the speedo that now showed off even more through the wet fabric. Colt just looked at me and smiled. "God damn you look like a used up 2 bit whore." Then he leaned in, gave me a little kiss and whispered, "And you've never looked better babe."

Mike was angry Mike was watching the news. Their Senator was retiring, He was a respected man who while he was very conservative had always performed his office with dignity and honor, Mike hated bothe of the frontrunners to replace them. Jeff, a little tired of hearing Mike complain that there was no good choice, said “Then run yourself!” “I’m not a member of either party” Mike said though he always bored for the left leaning candidate “Do we NEED a party?” Jeff asked. “We would not need their money, We could easily finance a campaign on our own just off royalties and interest. It would not hurt us one bit” and he was right. And so the “Politics from a different perspective” campaign was born. Mike’s platform was simple, “I will never take a dime from special interests or lobbyists, I will look at each issue and make my decision based on what is best for my constituents”. He was pro choice, pro equality and anti big business greed. When reporters or his opponents brought up his sex life and relationships Mike would look at them and say “And?” If they pressed further he would say “I do not subscribe to the social construct of monogamy or the ridiculous idea that there is only room in my heart for one person but what I do in my bedroom with consenting adults has nothing to do with my stance on the issues” It was so unusual for a politician not to lie, deny or make excuses that they eventually gave up. It turned out that people cared more about actually being represented than what Mike did in bed. Mike won in a landslide garnering an amazing 69% of the vote. That always made Jeff chuckle. One of the very first things Mike did was put up a 24/7 live feed of his office from several angles accompanied by a large sign outside the door warning all that anything said in that office would be instantly public and then reduced to meet with any special interest, lobbyist or even fellow Senators anywhere else unless they allowed all conversations to be recorded, The one exception was national security issues he had to be briefed on but the public understood that, Several lobbyist managed to make “proposals" to him in out of the way places but quickly stopped when Mike called a press conference and told the public exactly what had been offered and what they had wanted in return, usually accompanied by recorded audio from his phone. This led to investigations and several arrest followed by a few resignations and many promises to “be more careful in the future” from politicians, many of whom lost their next bid for reelection, A year later Jeff ran for their local congressional seat on the same platform and also won in a landslide though he always grumped that 70% of the vote was not as funny as 69. Mike and Jeff shocked people when they still had time to put out music, the proceeds of which very transparently were used for their reelection campaigns, Mike and Jeff scrupulously avoided entanglements with anyone involved with politics but that did not stop them from having adventures. On vacation one year they had met several men of various ages and bred them. Tony had come to vacation with them and together they worked their way through the “treasures" of many men. One particularly memorable little minx had ridden the three of them to exhaustion. His name was Chuck and je so totally charmed Tony that when he returned to France Chucky went with him, Mike and Jeff decided to retire from politics at the end of Mike’s 2nd term. One of the last things they did was to stop a strange bill that the pharmaceutical companies had managed to slip through congress despite what was called it’s draconian measures. It had tri do with HIV status. The bill stipulated that in order to receive a government ID you had to present test results with your HIV status and that all HIV positive individuals were required to immediately go on medications, Failure to do so could result in being jailed and forcefully medicated. The Bill had been vetoed by President Taylor Swift and the veto override had filed in the House and in the Senate by one vote in each house, The President ordered the Justice Department to take a close look into the drug companies, This move had had an air of desperation to it and she felt the public needed to understand why, *************** The year was 2125 Jeff walked into the living room moving slowly and deliberately and lowered himself to sit on the floor leaning back on the now world famous ottoman. It had happened for the first time on this piece of furniture. He thought back on his life and to the biggest surprise of all, The Justice Department investigation had found after several years that the pharmaceutical companies had been up to something. By forcing every HIV positive person onto meds they were trying to hide the fact that a new strain of HIV was taking over. A nondeadly strain. In later years it would be dubbed "The Angel Strain”. Researchers quickly found where it originated. It had been that nameless boy they had fucked on Jeff’s first trip to the baths. He had known all along who they had been but had played along to be with his idols. He had pointed them to Mike and Jeff being one of the oldest confirmed carriers of the Angel Strain. A quick test in Mike confirmed he was a carrier too and Mike pointed them to Doug who had clean up his act and was living with his husband in Vermont. Test on Doug confirmed that while Mike’s strain came from him his HIV was normal HIV and it was his medications that kept it from progressing. The Angel Strain had originated with Mike and Jeff was the first he had passed it on to. On this ottoman Jeff thought wryly. They had never gone on medications, They never thought about it because they had no adverse health effects. Further research had found that The Angel Strain could override other strains of HIV and that the medications actually made you slightly more likely to die as they suppressed The Angel Strain and if you caught a resistant strain could keep it from protecting you, The drug companies didn’t care. They just saw their profit from the meds vanishing. It was not even a vaccine they could sell so they had tried to hide it to keep the money coming in. So what if a few more people died? This led to a deeper investigation and it finally came out that the drug companies had been sitting on a cure for many diseases, An anti-aging drug that cured cancer, diabetes and prevented most age related ones like arthritis and dementia, The calculation was that they would make more money treating a population kept sick than selling one that kept everyone healthy. This lead to the nationalization of the pharmaceutical industry and the trial and execution of the people who had truly known what was going on. In an unprecedented move they were tried by the Supreme Court to prevent the endless appeal process and not even the most strident anti death penalty proponents tried to save them. The researchers told Mike that like every other thing viruses evolved and it had mutated in him actually becoming far more successful, It had a nearly 100% transmission rate from just precum now and bottoms had an 80% chance of passing it on to a top having unprotected sex with them. Also being non lethal it had a longer lifetime for it’s host to infect others and in a final adaptation it now caused a slight brain chemistry change making it’s carriers more likely to want to spread it somehow. Singer and politician though he was in the end Mike ended up being most famous as patient X for The Angel Strain The Anti-aging drug was distributed to anyone above 35 for free and people were living to 130 to 140 years now some making it to 150, and the family had had many happy decades together. Buzz, Hank and Brad had been the first to go nearly 15 years ago. For Hank’s 120th birthday the three, still in incredible shape, had decided to be dropped from a helicopter onto the top of a mountain to snowboard down. There had been an avalanche… Mike had been devastated. In a very real way Hank and Buzz had been his kids and Brad his grandson. He had guided them, nurtured them and loved them for so long he was inconsolable. Jeff had had to put aside his own grief to take care of him. Sal went next at 141 and swore till the end that he would outlive them all. John did not long survive him, He stopped taking the anti-aging drug and was gone in two weeks. Mike and Jeff got each other through that somehow Then a year ago… the tears started down Jeff’s cheeks. They had celebrated their 100th wedding anniversary just a couple months before when the drugs suddenly stopped working for Mike. They were like that. You lead a long healthy life then you were gone in a couple days. Jeff had felt him go about 3 am but had laid held in his arms softly crying till dawn crept through the windows. And now Jeff was alone. He had mourned and hidden from the world for a while and then made a decision. He had set many things in motion he and Mike had always talked about, liquidating most of their assets and set up funds and endowments so that their life’s work would go on and help as many as possible. He knew Mike would want him to live and be happy but how do you live without a man you spent a century with? How could you go on alone? He sent a thought mode to the sound system in the house and the original version of Heartsong started playing. The song had been covered so many times people had forgotten that Jeff recorded it first. He had stopped taking the medications weeks ago. He quietly sang along “My Heartsong ends without you” Jeff’s caretaker found him. Head down on the ottoman a sweet smile on his face, The reaction of most people when they heard of his passing was “Wow, I didn’t even know he was still with us” The Compound” became a museum dedicated to the remarkable people who had lived there and the ottoman was the central exhibit. ********************** Epilogue: Mike waited, Standing by the road he waited. The was no hot or cold here. No hunger or thirst, He never got tired. He really could not complain. Hank, Buzz and Brad had been waiting 15 years. Sal and John were there too. They waited. People moved along the road, most of them just vague shapes but occasionally someone you knew would pass. They were sharper. Most of them walked past and through the large open gate but some stopped outside and waited. This was not Heaven, At least not the one people expected. Many people, singing pompous hymns and looking like the were smugly victorious found they could not get through the gate, Many protested what a good (fill in a religion name here) they had been and a voice sounding pre recorded and bored would play after a soft *DING* “You spent your life using your religion to justify your hate when you should have been loving your fellow man. Go away, When we have time we will come find you and send you back for another try. Have a pleasant day” it was always the same message. Some people approached the gate warily. Like they knew they could not get through. Mike wondered what they had done in life to cause that, They tried then eventually wandered away. In his waiting Luke had come by and as he had done for most of their lives when he had seen Mike walked up and held him in his arms but soon, just hours later Cathy had come, Kissing Mike on the cheek as she took Luke’s hand and led him through the gate. Mike waited. Then one day he saw him walking down the road and his heart swelled with love, “Jeff!” he shouted Tears in his eyes Jeff came running, looking like he had that first day in Mike’s tattoo shop and threw himself into his arms sobbing “I couldn’t. I couldn't live alone! How could you leave me alone?” “Shhhh shhhh. hush now baby boy.” Mike whispered, crushing Jeff to him as the rest of the family surrounded them “You know I didn’t have a choice. We are together now and you are mine, Mine forever now” And with that they walked hand in hand as a family. Hank, Buzz, Brad, Sal, John, Mike and Jeff through the gate and into their next adventure. ***************************************** And so it ends. I’m as surprised we ended up here as you are but I hope you enjoyed. Is it wrong for something you write yourself to make you cry? Peace and Love Scanbu These characters get mentioned in a new story by the same author.

Spit and shove

Fell in love with Albolene... Can be a bit tricky to find in Canada so I just make my own. For basically about $10 i get two tubs of it, and no one suspects that the mineral oil, paraffin wax, and Vaseline that it's made from really does not like latex!

I agree hearing others admiring me being fucked is always a major turn on, along with knowing I'm being watched.

What is "guaranteed" to make me cum ...... interesting question ... Well, any number of things, I suppose. I enjoy aural encouragement from other guys waiting in line, or lined up next to me on another Hole. Also, the bottom's sounds of satisfaction, or other bottoms taking loads nearby; i.e. the 'music' of group breeding. I enjoy mentally replaying some of the particularly thrilling Holes I've fucked. I enjoy when other guys shoot their loads onto my Cock while I'm still rutting in a Hole. While it doesn't happen often, when another guy is felching cumdump's Holes close by, and then snowballs the loads to another guy, that'll do it every time, particularly if it's me ... Probably the most important 'one thing' though, is a really intense 'connection' with the other guy. When I know that I'm not just Breeding his ass, but also his mind, his soul, his innermost needs, it's always the most satisfying for me too.

IX. Tradecraft Here we turn to a lighter note, a heartwarming story of romance between a Daddy and his Boy. A perfect love flowed from the kindly older man, pulsing through his cock into the strapping young fellow – overflowing his heart and transforming his body forever. But let us begin at the beginning. An athletic son of academics, the young man yearned for a more robust and manly life than that of his effete and bookish father. More than anything he loved to work with his hands, and he was naturally drawn to gathering places of men – where honest labor and pride of craftsmanship are prized values. Thus the lad was overjoyed to find an after-school job at the local hardware store. The men who worked at the store treated him with trust and respect. He proudly wore the staff apron, with its pockets for tools, pens and measuring tapes, and applied himself in learning the business. Soon he was advising customers on tools and tradecrafts with an expertise beyond his years. His youthful confidence and pleasing dexterity did not escape the notice of a frequent customer, the Brother Groundskeeper, for whom the hardware store was also a place of pilgrimage. He knew its aisles almost as well as he did the gardens and hedgerows of the Brotherhood’s Estate, and whiled away happy hours admiring the finely machined tools and precision equipment. One day he waylaid the young employee and asked for help finding a few items -- though he knew full well where they were kept. Each request took the two farther into the back reaches of the store until, by inquiring about hoists and winches, the Brother maneuvered the lad into a corner by the men’s restroom. As the young man started to explain one of the devices, hefting it in his hand, the older man’s hand brushed lightly across it, stopping as his broad, callused palm covered the boy’s slender fingers. Their eyes met and froze. The Brother broke his gaze and looked toward the washroom. “I need your help in here for a moment.” Taking the winch from the boy’s hands and laying it back on the shelf, he noticed the rising mound in the lad’s staff apron, lifted by a tool more beautifully honed than the pliers and screwdrivers tucked in its pockets. The boy, entranced, nodded and wordlessly followed the Brother into the lavatory. It was the first time he had touched another man in such a way, but somehow his body knew what to do. Falling to his knees, he freed the Brother’s cock, stroking with naturally gifted hands its magnificent crown, its trunklike shaft with veins like buttresses, and its lightly silvered bush. He bestowed on it the same reverent admiration as he would on a fine tool from the store’s wares. Soon the Brother was primed to impart a more advanced lesson in the manly arts, and with a kind but firm grasp he pulled the boy to his feet and turned him against the sink, fixing his eyes in the mirror with a powerful, hypnotic stare. Reaching under the apron, he deftly unfastened the boy’s belt, opened his own shirt and pants and, gently caressing the young man’s bulging briefs, pulled his jeans to his ankles. The Groundskeeper spat on his fingers and expertly prepared the untouched hole for its introduction to adult pleasures. Freeing the young cock that desperately strained at its cotton bonds, he stroked it, drawing the boy’s attention to the ecstasy of his touch and distracting him from the inevitable pain he must endure in this moment of discovery. The Groundskeeper eased himself, unrelentingly but compassionately, between the round, youthful buttocks and into the tight, quivering hole, holding the boy’s waist against his impulse to draw away. By fractions of an inch like those inscribed on a measuring tape, his thickly veined cock found its home. Pain and indescribable pleasure coursed like an electrical charge through the young man’s body and he let out a cry – muffled by his mentor, who had preemptively placed a thick hand over the rosy lips. Both watched their images, shuddering with piston thrusts, in the mirror, the boy’s head leaning back and nestling in the older man’s sheltering arms. The young cock lurched and bounced to the relentless rhythm, beginning to ooze in response to the unfamiliar bliss. The man removed his hand from the boy’s mouth and began gently to caress his balls, teasing him ever closer to orgasm. He slid his fingers up the boy’s ten-inch shaft (which of late had grown into the object of locker-room envy and his own youthful astonishment) and began circling the velvety magenta of the cockhead, glazing it with a delicate coating of its own oozing precum. The stimulation was more than the young body could stand. Taut muscles tensed, bright eyes and plump lips stretched wide in surprise, and with a convulsion like he had never experienced, the boy machine-gunned out a bounty that smeared the mirror from top to bottom. He was still transfixed in wonder when the man’s own thrusts took on a final urgency, delivering a load that, though injected inside him rather than spattered in full view, was surely just as copious as his own. They stood for many minutes in a post-coital embrace, the lad turning his face to claim a long and urgent kiss. The Brother held still and the boy could almost feel inside himself the gentle heartbeats that throbbed in the older man’s cock, as it withdrew slowly and sensuously from the oozing hole. Turning to face him, the youth admired the hard and thickly haired chest, then cast his eyes downward to assess the manhood that had just penetrated him. For the first time he noticed the boldly inscribed tattoo on the left of the man’s abdomen. The Brother caught the inquisitive gaze and, pulling the boy's face up to meet his own eyes, whispered, “A badge of manhood that you shall earn yourself one day.” The man dressed himself and, with a firm and affectionate grasp of the boy’s shoulder, left him alone in wordless awe. Mindful that “one day” might be sooner rather than later, the Brother thought to check back on the boy in the weeks to come. Sure enough, stopping by the store, he was told that the young employee had called in sick for more than a week. He smiled and shook his head fondly, remembering that in his prime his viral load had been mighty, and was glad to be reassured that his golden years were still blessed with that same potency. “Pozzed on his first fuck,” other junior Brothers would affectionately tease the young man in years to come, and he would blush, secretly proud. But of course it took some time, at first, to understand how truly blessed he was. There was shock at his life’s sudden new turn, tears, and rage – but those dissolved in due time. Seeing the kindly face of the Groundskeeper once more was enough to melt some of the anger. The affection between them was real, and soon they became lovers, bonded as they were already by the Strain. The boy was apprenticed to his Poz Father as an assistant groundskeeper, learning to plow, plant and tend the gardens – as well as joining his mentor to spread another kind of Seed. (Together they reaped a bountiful harvest of fresh college boys, for the muscular May-September pair proved a powerful lure for the young and horny.) In due time the Apprentice was admitted to the Chapter – among the younger Initiates in its history. His entry to the Brotherhood was, as tradition requires, sealed with a ritual infusion of semen by the gathered Brothers one night in the Chapter Hall. But this was a mere formality, for the offspring of his Father/Lover was already living within him, conceived on that confusing but exhilarating day of sexual awakening. Only the Dark Lord knows how many meaningless loads have spattered the stalls of public toilets, truck stops and park benches throughout history. Surely our sacred Seed, it its relentless determination to propagate, charged from man to man in many such encounters. Yet none could compare to the beauty of those furtive moments in a dingy hardware store men's room. Father and Son joined in an eternal bond – a boy's virginity taken and manhood granted in a single explosion of viral love.

Years ago I hooked up with a guy that took me into his shower to fuck me. Right after penetrating me, I started feeling pressure building up and warmth inside me, and realized he was pissing in me. After filling me with piss, he proceeded to fuck me. The sloppy sounds, piss running down my legs and squirting out of me with every thrust, was crazy hot. I felt like a filthy slut, and loved it. Often fantasize about finding another guy to use me like that again.

Oh fuck! I connected with a guy the night he got out of prison. He’d been gone seven years. I didn’t realise until we took our first break and were setting up second shots that he just got out; that man was a beast in bed.

Here's a new story I'm just starting on. I hope all you hot horny studs like it! “She Doesn't Need to Know” Part 1 As I peddled my bike faster, bringing me closer to the little park in our community, my mind was going in a number of different directions. What am I doing, I asked myself more than once? My wife is back at home with both of our children. That's where I should be. Yet I was being drawn like a magnet toward the park. The place where my life had changed just a week ago. I've always been athletic and taken care of my body. Standing 6” tall, weighing in at 180 pounds, my body was solid and toned. My hair was blond, with green eyes and a thin covering of blond hair on my pecs and abs. I had been approached by lots of women over the years but had never entertained the thought of cheating on her. I loved her and she was the only one I'd ever been with. We married right out of high school, both of us eighteen, and there were no regrets. Within 4 years of getting married we had a boy and a girl, and they were perfect as far as I was concerned. My family meant everything to me. I was 40 and on top of the world. At least until last week, I thought, as I felt my thick 8” cock begin throbbing inside my bicycle shorts as the memories took over. I had begun taking a weekly bike ride after work and was usually gone an hour to an hour and a half. Last week, for some reason I decided to ride through the park. It was laid out very nice and it was a pleasant place to be while getting exercised. I stopped at a water fountain inside the park and took a good long drink. As I raised my head, I saw him. A lean almost skinny shirtless young man. His chest was smooth, his sweaty bangs hanging across his forehead and his eyes locked on me. Something inside me stirred but I didn't know what it was but couldn't ignore it. He looked to be maybe 21 or 22, just barely older than my son Jeremy. Although he was thin it was obvious his body was hard and toned. Trying to break our stare, without any success, I saw him get off the picnic table he was sitting on and walk in my direction. My heart started beating and I felt a sheen of sweat all over my body. Before I could move he was standing in front of me, smiling at me and running a hand across his smooth chest and hard nips. “Hey man, how's it going? Haven't seen you here before. I'm Drew.” He held out the hand that had just been caressing his slim body and I instinctively shook it and told him my name was Justin. “Nice to meet you, Justin”, he said stepping closer. “Dude you are hot! Your body looks fucking great!” I had never even thought about a guy sexually before but for some reason his words went to my head – or rather heads. I shook my head to clear it and said, “Hey man, thanks, but I'm straight and happily married with 2 kids. I don't go for guys. It's just not my thing.” “That's cool Justin. I was just giving you the compliment you deserve. I'm bi myself and just love hot sex and partying. I bet we'd have some real good fun together. Fun you'll never have with your wife. What do you say, man? Wanna hang out for a while and just see what happens? I promise you'll like it”, he finished with a sly grin as he reached out a hand and ran it over my thighs. I know he felt the shiver run through my body at his touch and his proposition. “Hey man, thanks. You seem like a cool dude, but I...I just can't.” “Is your wife expecting you home soon,” he asked. Without thinking I said no, no particular time. He stepped closer so we were just inches apart. He leaned toward my ear and whispered in a low seductive voice, “C'mon Justin. You know you want to. I promise I won't try anything if you don't want to. But if you've never been with a guy before, how can you know it's not for you?”, he finished licking my ear with the tip of his tongue and rubbing his hand against my now fully hard cock. WTF?! I screamed in my head, but said out loud to him, “Okay. I'm good with just hanging for a bit.” His smile widened making his face the most beautiful thing I'd seen up until then. “Cool! I live just a block away. C'mon. Let's have some fun.” As he started walking off, I followed him, my head in a daze and my cock dripping. Within 10 minutes we were inside his small but tidy 1 bedroom apartment. He told me to make myself comfortable and asked if I wanted something to drink. A water I answered as he headed toward what I figured was the kitchen. When he returned in one hand he had a glass of ice water for me and his other hand held what looked like a glass of coke. He chuckled as if he was reading my mind. “Rum and coke, bro. It relaxes me and sometimes gets me wired up. I can fix you one if you want. Just let me know.” “I'm good with the water” I said taking a big gulp and emptying half the glass. “Cool, man. Drink all you want and whatever you want.” He looked at me intently as I drained the last of the water and grabbed it asking if I wanted a refill. I said yes and in a moment I was taking another deep drink. It tasted so good, but I felt myself getting hot and starting to sweat. But I was feeling a bit more relaxed and asked if he minded if I tool off my shirt. A look I didn't recognize filled his eyes as he smiled and told me to take off whatever I wanted to. “Let me see your hot sweaty dad body.” I didn't know what that meant but still felt a thrill hearing him say the words. I peeled off my tight sweat-soaked shirt and immediately heard Drew say, “Oh fuck dude! What a hot sexy hairy bod! Your wife is one lucky lady.” I chuckled selfconsciously and said I hope she thinks so. Moving so that we were now sitting next to each other on the couch he asked, “Does your wife play with your nips to get you turned on? Most guys I know love having their nips played with and given some attention. Does she do that for you, Justin?” I shook my head “no” before telling him I'd never heard anything about nip play for guys although I loved playing with my wife's tits. Without asking or saying a word Drew reached out his hand and I felt his cool palm rub across both of my nips and back again. “Ah, damn dude! That feels fantastic!” “Yeah, you like me playing with your hard stiff daddy nips doncha Justin? Makes you horny, huh?” “Hornier than I've been in a long time”, I admitted. “What about this?” he asked leaning down and forward and wrapping his wet lips around one of my nips. “Oh gawd! Fuck! I've never felt anything like that before. It feels damn amazing!” “I knew you'd like it daddy,” he said moving his lips and tongue to the other nip. “There's more things I know you'll like if you want me to show you. But only what you want. Tell me to stop anytime and I will.” My cock was harder than I ever remember it being and it and the foggy feeling in my head were both now in control. “Yeah, yeah, sure. That's good. If it's stuff that will feel like this.” “It'll feel even better than this I promise. Hey how about I fix both of us a rum and coke first?” I agreed and as he walked off found myself pulling on my own nips wishing his mouth was on them instead. He was back in a few moments carrying two glasses and a small black leather pouch-like bag in one hand. He handed me my drink and we toasted as we both took big gulps. “I know you're relaxing some man but I can tell you're still uptight. I have something here that will help you relax even more and enjoy yourself.” With that he opened the pouch and pulled out a couple of lighters, a small baggie with chunks of something white in it and a small glass pipe with a rounded bowl on the end and a hole in the top. My head cleared just a little, enough for me to say, “Whoa man! I don't do drugs. No way.” “This isn't like pot or anything like that bro,” he chuckled. “It just helps you to relax and open yourself to the kind of fun we can have together. Let me show you.” He opened the small baggie and transferred some of the white crystal-like pieces into the pipe's bowl then lit a lighter and placed it under the bowl. “See the smoke starting to swirl and grow thicker? It always gets my blood rushing.” I watched as he moved the pipe's stem toward his lips. “Now, when the smoke is going good, you just barely put the stem to your lips and inhale as deep as you can. Hold it in a few seconds then blow it out. It's fucking sweet dude!” And saying that he did exactly what he'd said and I watched strangely turned on as he kept sucking on that smoke filled pipe. Finally he took the pipe from his lips and looking at me blew a thick white cloud of smoke into my face. Instead of being pissed at such a move I strangely found myself excited. He saw it in my face and grinned. “You like seeing me do that?” “Hell yeah”, I said. “I don't know why but it got me hot as hell!” “Wait until you do it yourself. I'll hold the lighter and you just inhale when I tell you, ok?” I nodded, scared but turned on at the same time. Not giving me time to think, Drew placed the loaded pipe at my lips and lit the flame. We watched the smoke build up then he told me to “suck it in daddy. Suck it good”. And I did. I filled my lungs then when he pulled it away I looked at him for direction. “Hold it, hold it. Yeah that's it. Now stud blow a cloud for me!” I exhaled and was enveloped in a cloud even bigger than Drew's. Instantly I felt a rush in my brain, my body and dick. I'd never been this horned in my life! “You want another one daddy?” Drew asked scooting next to me so our legs were touching. “Yes, please,” I panted. “I want more!” Once more he placed the pipe at my lips and lit the flame. While I inhaled this second hit I suddenly felt his fingers pinching and pulling on one of my nips. The sensation made me gasp making me inhale more smoke. Pulling the pipe away he kept his fingers on my nip as I writhed and moaned. At last he told me to exhale and when I did I felt his lips and tongue on my hard nips. Instinctively I grabbed the back of his head to hold his mouth where it felt so good and right. “Oh fuck yeah baby!” I moaned. He looked up at me and smiled. “How you feeling now daddy? You like what we're doing? Am I making you feel good?” “I am feeling awesome! I love it!! Nobody's ever made me feel this good. Please don't stop!” His hand dropped to my bulging crotch and squeezed making me moan louder. “Oh we're not stopping yet, daddy. Not by a fucking long shot!” **Let me know what you think men. Should I continue Justin's tale?**

So this is just the foreplay. Would love some feedback as there are so many directions to go after this. Thanks for reading. -sewerffag@gmail.com I’ll just get right down to it, cuz that’s what we’re here for right? So my meth dealer is fucking sexy/sleazy/I’d fuck him when I’m sober/I drool over him when high and is the kinda confident macho bro that knows it. I’d guess he’s right around 40 but his demeanor and look is younger, as if he’s not maturing past his early 30s. He works out plenty, and while he's definitely always high, he handles his drug well, so well that he’s made it apart if his swagger, upping his sex appeal (course this aspect probably only appeals to meth users). Now, he’'s definitely straight because he always has hungry, territorial bitches hangin on him when I come to pick up, but like most straight guys who know they're hot, hung, and have an inflated ego (false or otherwise) he teases the fags shamelessly. Whores for attention, and I’m a sucker for an attention whore. One Friday afternoon when I am over to pick up, I know he’s horny and in a mood because he is shirtless and wearing these navy blue Gym shorts (why is it always gym shorts?) that he sags, showing off some nice furry crack and about an inch of what looks like dingy CK boxer briefs. I’ve seen these shorts numerous times but it dawns on me just now that if he didn’t sag them so much they’d only fall to about mid thigh, peculiarly short for such a bro. In any case his huge cock flops visibly around in them when he saunters towards me, his muscled ass stretching the worn navy nylon in the back, and a few holes show flesh or underwear beneath. Without fail he always manages to bend over or squat at least once each visit in locations that are blatant appeals to my obvious faggot desires. Sure, he knows that I know that he knows I’d get on my knees and beg for it if he allowed me the opportunity, but what he doesn’t know are the all the diverse and extreme ways I would beg to service him. It is this knowledge, this indecorous depravity, that allows me to barely maintain my confidence around him. I was sure that if given the chance and motivation I could blow his mind by getting him to blow his load in 3 minutes or less, and change his life forever. The fucker sure gives me a run for my money though...those first few clouds he offers me, knowing I haven't smoked in a while so he can watch me go from composed business-casual gay to sweaty, needy, chemwhore in 60 seconds flat. I just can't help it. That bitch Tina immediately hijacks my brain, silencing any self control, dignity or hesitations and ignites a pathetic hunger, an inexhaustible need… My eyes (and my kunt) dilate, my cock twitches, and I salivate from both holes and my cock all at once. Unconsciously I rub my inner thigh and readjust my cum swollen balls and swelling cock. I know that I'm staring at him, at his muscles as he flexes his arms ripping the bong, the size of his hands, and then my eyes following the massive cloud he blows purposely down onto his crotch. The perfectly timed twitch of his cock through the swirling smoke, a trap I realize immediately when he snickers and my eyes snap to his leering back at me. Without breaking eye contact he leans forward, let’s spreading wider (those fucking gym shorts!) and passes me the bong. “Here ya go man, best shit I’ve had in a while. Been making me wicked horny all day. Take a couple good rips off that while I weigh you out.” I don’t even hesitate or don’t break eye contact till he smiles and looks away to go about our transaction. Torch clicks, crystal melts, chamber fills and I suck that bong like the glass cock it is. He watches me exhale a thick cloud even bigger than his and whistles. I’m already power lunging my 3rd rip when he leans back into his chair, folding his beefy arms behind his buzzed sandy blonde head and exposing those ripe pits. He slouches more, legs spreading further and crotch pushing forward even more and resumes his leering as I exhale... even more slowly this time, letting the smoke ooze from my mouth while meeting his domineering gaze. At this point I don't really care that he's smirking down at me, in fact it does exactly what it’s meant to: makes me want him, to submit to him more, helplessly falling deeper into his well practiced thrall. Now, as an unwavering, no reciprocation necessary, worshiper-of-cock kind of cocksucker, I have no problem dropping to my knees and servicing any man who knows how to put my grateful holes to good use but in my experience (or my assumptions) not many straight men really know about us faggots and/or just aren't interested. This guy though? I’d bet my left nut he knows exactly what to do with me. I pass the bong back to him and it’s then I realize there’s no one else in the house for once...just him and those fucking gym shorts with that big old dick print and some ripe fucking pits. Usually, I come in, give him cash, smoke a few hits and then leave, but this time he has invited me in, sat me on his couch across from him and is casually getting me twisted bong high. “So Cassandra thinks you’re a faggot” he states. “She says you’re kind occasionally come into her club cuz they’re still closeted and trying to play it straight in front of their bro friends. ‘They’re always so awkward and never want a lap dance but they always tip real well,’ she says. You ever had that experience?” He more insinuates than asks. “No actually, I embraced my faggotry at a young age so I never had to ‘fake it.’ More often I am the person those bros call when they leave the club. All horned up, buzzed, and looking to use some hungry hole or be serviced with out the emotional shit their women make them go through,” Hell if he thought he would catch me off guard and shame me into…whatever he had in mind, he thought wrong. This response shocked him for a moment as he coughed and sputtered out his cloud, looked at me dead on checking to make sure I wasn’t bullshitting him, and then smiled. “So after Cassandra told me this, I did a little research. Fuckin Tumblr opened my eyes real wide. I’ll admit I had no idea you guys really existed…and what really got me going is that you exist to worship, service, whatever the fuck I want. The moment you walked in today I knew Cassie was right and that you will gratefully do whatever I tell you.” The fact that this last part was a statement and not a question made me whimper under my breath. He passed me back the bong and said, “Finish that faggot. I can tell you’re about to loose your shit just being in my presence and for what I have in mind, I want you all ready to go. Then you can show me if you faggots are worth a real man’s time. “

Untold Adventures volume 1 ****************************************** Mike listened to Dr. Jerry drone on and on. He was the lead researcher at Angelbug Labs. A foundation he and Jeff had started to further look into The Angel Strain. Jeff had named it with his usual sarcasm. Mike was sure Dr. Jerry had never had a sexual thought in his life even though he researched a sexually transmitted virus. He knew the man was in his late 60s but the anti-aging drugs had reverted his body to a much younger looking state. Mike was also sure that the geeky cute man was totally unaware of the way his bubble ass filled his slacks or how his pouty sensual lips looked made for sucking cock. The man was an academic to the core, “Our research proves that transmission through means other than anal penetration produces 20% less protection and though this is usually sufficient there have been a few outlying cases of deterioration in people with particularly resistant strains. Why infection through anal penetration is more effective remains a mystery. Our research is slowed by the small number of confirmed 1st generation carriers, people we can confirm were deliberately infected by you. Along with yourself they are the best sources of viable virus control samples. We simply need more people infected directly by you.” Dr. Jerry said in a matter of fact voice, not even considering the implications or that he was basically telling Mike to go breed people as his eyes scanned the report on his laptop. His droning was stopped when a large flaccid penis flopped down over his shoulder, the head reaching down to brush his pocket protector. “We can make another confirmed 1st generation carrier right now” Mike said with a smirk The oblivious man looked back at his laptop “The would be helpful” then it finally sank in “Oh! You mean me!” and he blushed bright red “I never… I mean I’ve NEVER…” “Then we can be sure you are not infected by anyone else” Mike said “It certainly ups the chances and my annual physical last month confirms I am HIV negative. Working with the virus we are tested just to make sure.” He said in his nerdy analytical voice. “Maybe we should it would be so convenient” Mike laughed, reached down and closed the laptop and set it aside, drew the flustered man to his feet and walked him into the living room and to the ottoman, He may as well get the full experience. Mike pulled off Dr. Jerry’s shirt and undid his pants pushing them to the ground then pushed him to his knees and ordered “Suck” Dr. Jerry’s nerdy response of “Ohh… Yes… performance of fellatio and oral sex often precede…” was cut off as mike grabbed his hair and stuffed his cock through those sexy pouty lips gagging the man as his hardening cock stretched his throat. Once hard Mike positioned the Dr. on the ottoman he had infected Jeff and Buzz on and knelt behind them A nervous “The use of lubricant besides natural precum decreases the chances of trans…. OH MY FUCKING GOD!" rang through the room as Mike punched the head of his cock in… Nerdy talk was a turn on but it was time to fuck. With decades of experience Mike quickly worked his raw cock up that perky geek ass and Dr. Jerry became a wanton slut moaning and pushing back, calls of “fuck me, breed my hole” in that nasal nerd voice spurring him on and the squeal when Mike thrust his last few inches in breaching the academic’s inner barrier made Mike’s balls tighten, a few more strokes bringing him to roaring orgasm as he pumped the researcher full of his virus. When they stood Dr. Jerry seemed embarrassed by his own cum splattered on the ottoman “That was not very professional” he muttered to himself. “Was my roleplay sufficient? I have studied Jeff’s account of his infection on your wedding day and said what I thought was appropriate.” Jeff had insisted on providing every single detail to the blushing researchers when hi account was taken. “The things we do for science” Dr. Jerry said as he pulled up his pants Mike laughed tussling the scientist’s hair ************* The story reached it’s end but I hope you don’t mind me posting these “Untold Adventures” as they occur to me Scanbu

I've played son and I've played daddy....I agree with above post....daddy is firm, gets what he wants but, is complimentary...son is complaint and makes daddy feel like a king

Just shaved

His babies swin in your DNA forever anyway,

I'm not sure, but I wouldn't be suprised if he just straight up quit - tons of people were stealing his content and he did say that it takes a lot of time to make these vids and that piracy really affects him. From his twitter: I really hope he didn't quit - fucking loved his work.

I've had to fuck buddies do that to me. I want it again, feels so good being filled like that

Mine is getting married to my man (who I haven't met yet!) and us consummatiing our wedding on our honeymoon. When he floods my guts with his seed making me his forever.

straight acting total bottoms

I DID forget Club San Diego! It was never my favorite in town (SD used to have 5 of them, back in the day). They've done some remodeling and updating, so I'll have to give it another try - soon!

I laid next to Adrian, as he wrapped his big muscular arms around me, and held me close to his body. I could feel his soft cock nestled against my ass, which was still leaking his cum. His poz cum I reminded myself. What the fuck had I done. I tried to fall asleep, but I was restless, fighting the thoughts in my head and had a tough time falling asleep. Meanwhile, Adrian was out cold sleeping next to me. I could not believe I was spooning with a gay man, with his cock resting against my freshly opened ass. Eventually, after what felt like several hours, I drifted off to sleep. I woke up, after what felt like I had just fallen asleep. I felt something hard poking at my ass, and I was trying to remember where I was and what was going on. "Baby girl is finally up. You were out cold, must have been exhausted after Daddy fucked that ass last night. We need to get going soon, but Daddy wants another crack at that ass before we go." It all came running back to me, and I remembered I was in some strangers hotel room, and what was poking at my ass was his hard cock. My asshole felt wet, and I remembered it was full of two of this guys cum loads. Poz cum loads. My body shuttered at the thought of poz cum being in my ass. "What's going on fag boy. I can see your brain going a thousand miles an hour. I bet you have a lot of thoughts in that head right now. Thats perfectly normal for a freshly turned white fag boy. Tell Daddy what you're thinking". I explained to Adrian that I was nervous as hell about getting HIV, and I couldn't figure out why his cock felt so good in my ass, even though I was straight. I began to tear up and sob, telling Adrian that I couldn't be gay. "Listen to me boy. You can tell me you're straight all you want, but the way your ass turned out for my big black cock last night, the way you were begging for more dick, and the way you were pushing that tight pussy back trying to get more cock in you, told me all I need to know. You are 100% a new white fag boy for black cock. You may have came into this room last night straight, but you are leaving as a fag boy. You're gonna be begging for cock the rest of your life. The faster you accept that the more fun you're gonna have." I continued sobbing into my pillow, mostly because I knew he was right. My ass was twitching. Adrian had been teasing my hole with his big hard dick as he was talking to me, and I could only think about how I wanted it in me. "Do you want Daddy to fuck that ass again? I can feel that hole moving with my big cock. I think you want me to breed this pussy again. Is that what you want slut?" "Ye....yeah Daddy", I responded. "Yeah Daddy what? Tell Daddy what you want fag." "Fuck my pussy. Fuck me with your cock. Breed my ass with your cum stud." I was drunk again, thinking only of Adrian's big cock in my ass. All common sense had gone out the window. I felt Adrian's body turn onto his back, pulling me with him. Adrian pulled me up so I was sitting on his chest. I looked down at him, and I could see he had his phone out. He was recording this. "What the fuck" I thought to myself, as my heart raced and I panicked. Adrian told me he was recording me begging for his cock, that way I could not try and deny I wanted his cock in the future. "Daddy is gonna hold onto this in case you change your mind in the future. That way the whole world can know you are a little gay slut". At this point I didn't even care anymore. Adrian continued recording, telling me to look at his phone. "Do you wanna be Daddy's little slut boy?" "Yes..." I responded. "Do you wanna ride Daddy's big cock?" Again, I said "yes", almost begging. "This is whats gonna happen. If you ride Daddy's cock, you are agreeing to be Daddy's little sex toy. I'm gonna Poz you. I guarantee it will happen. I'm gonna train that ass to take Daddy's dick, and any other dick Daddy wants to give you. You will be at my beck and call to take dick. Is that what you want?". "Mmphh...ye...YES DADDY", I eagerly responded. "Then get that tight ass on Daddy's dick and fuck yourself", Adrian responded with a little laugh. I reached back and grabbed his cock and worked the big mushroom head to my hole. My ass was still leaking the two loads that Adrian had put in the night before, so lube wasn't even needed. I sat down and slowly impaled myself on his cock. I slowly slid down the big cock, my ass sore from the night before. I winced from the pain of his cock re-entering my hole, but kept sliding down his cock. "That's right fag boy, ride that cock. Daddy can't wait to train your faggot ass." Before long I felt Adrian's pubes scratching at my ass cheeks, and I knew I was finally balls deep. The pain went away and was replaced with pure pleasure. This unlocked something inside of me, and I began bouncing up and down on his dick like my life depended on it. I needed another big poz load in my ass. "Look at my baby boy riding that cock. You're a fucking natural slut. Keep that up you're gonna get my load real quick fag". I noticed Adrian still had his phone out, recording me fucking myself on his cock. "What do you think that girlfriend would say if she saw you riding my big cock. Do you think she know's you're a fag?" he asked me. I didn't answer, and kept fucking myself on his cock. "Answer Daddy's fucking question. Do you think that girlfriend knows you're a cock whore?" "No..no sir..she thinks.. I'm straight sir" I answered, trying to answer between breaths as cock slammed into me. "Used to be straight. You're a cock whore now boy", he answered back. This encouraged me more and I kept bouncing up and down. Before long, Adrian's breathing went ragged and he grabbed my hips and forced me down on his cock. I felt his cock swell up, and then start throbbing another load into my ass. "Mmph fuck yeah fuck boy. I'm putting more poz babies in that tight ass" Adrian roared out as he came. After Adrian came I sat there on his softening dick, feeling what felt like another massive load in my hole. "Fuck I love that pussy" Adrian told me as I sat on his cock. "Clean me up boy. We got a plane to catch". I saw him put the phone down next to him, no longer recording. I climbed off Adrian's cock, and cleaned his cock and balls with my tongue. As I cleaned his cock, Adrian told me what was gonna happen next. "When we get to Georgia tonight this is whats gonna happen. You're gonna dump that worthless girlfriend of yours. Is she meeting you at the airport?" he asked. "Yes Daddy", I responded. "Good, we can save even more time. You will tell her before you even leave the airport. Tell her you are done, and then you will text me. I will be waiting in the parking lot. I will give you a ride from there" "Yes sir" I responded, not even giving a fuck at what he had just told me to do. I didn't care anymore. After I finished cleaning his cock, Adrian got up and got into the shower. I laid on the bed, with his cum dripping from my ass and running down onto the bed. I didn't know what to do while I waited, so I just laid there, not wanting to piss Adrian off. I heard the shower turn off and Adrian came out and got dressed. I watched as his big soft cock bounced in front of his big muscular body. "Fuck this guy is built" I thought to myself as I watched. I must have zoned out, because before long I felt something hit the bed. Adrian had tossed my clothes, phone, and wallet onto the bed. I almost forgot he had taken them the night before. I noticed that Adrian was still holding my boxer briefs, and he was pulling the fabric apart so it ripped into two pieces. "My fag boys don't wear boxer briefs boy. You will go commando today. Daddy will get you some proper undies when we get home. Get in the fucking shower and clean up. Don't you dare push any of those loads out of your hole. I want them leaking out of your ass as you sit on the plane today. Maybe one of them will get you pregnant" Adrian told me, laughing as he told me I would get pregnant. "Also, no fucking cumming until Daddy tells you. I want you horny all fucking day. Is that clear" he commanded. "Yes sir" I got into the shower and felt my hole. It felt so swollen and puffy, but I did not see any blood or anything on my fingers, so there must not have been any damage to it. As I got out of the shower I noticed that Adrian had left several large hickeys on my neck. I got dressed, and I realized there was no way I was going to be able to hide them. "Fuck it", I thought to myself. After I was dressed I checked myself out in the mirror. I was wearing my short light blue running shorts that only went to mid-thigh and black t-shirt. The hickeys were noticeable as hell. Not wearing any underwear felt weird as hell also, but I figured I would get used to it. I guess I really didn't have a choice. When I came out of the bathroom Adrian was gone. I saw my phone had a new message from "Daddy". He must have put his number in my phone before he left. I opened the text message and read it: "I'm going over to the airport fag. Get your shit and meet me there". With that was a video. The one he had just recorded of him fucking me. I grabbed my backpack and went to meet...Daddy? That sounded so fucking weird to think in my head.

I laid next to Adrian, as he wrapped his big muscular arms around me, and held me close to his body. I could feel his soft cock nestled against my ass, which was still leaking his cum. His poz cum I reminded myself. What the fuck had I done. I tried to fall asleep, but I was restless, fighting the thoughts in my head and had a tough time falling asleep. Meanwhile, Adrian was out cold sleeping next to me. I could not believe I was spooning with a gay man, with his cock resting against my freshly opened ass. Eventually, after what felt like several hours, I drifted off to sleep. I woke up, after what felt like I had just fallen asleep. I felt something hard poking at my ass, and I was trying to remember where I was and what was going on. "Baby girl is finally up. You were out cold, must have been exhausted after Daddy fucked that ass last night. We need to get going soon, but Daddy wants another crack at that ass before we go." It all came running back to me, and I remembered I was in some strangers hotel room, and what was poking at my ass was his hard cock. My asshole felt wet, and I remembered it was full of two of this guys cum loads. Poz cum loads. My body shuttered at the thought of poz cum being in my ass. "What's going on fag boy. I can see your brain going a thousand miles an hour. I bet you have a lot of thoughts in that head right now. Thats perfectly normal for a freshly turned white fag boy. Tell Daddy what you're thinking". I explained to Adrian that I was nervous as hell about getting HIV, and I couldn't figure out why his cock felt so good in my ass, even though I was straight. I began to tear up and sob, telling Adrian that I couldn't be gay. "Listen to me boy. You can tell me you're straight all you want, but the way your ass turned out for my big black cock last night, the way you were begging for more dick, and the way you were pushing that tight pussy back trying to get more cock in you, told me all I need to know. You are 100% a new white fag boy for black cock. You may have came into this room last night straight, but you are leaving as a fag boy. You're gonna be begging for cock the rest of your life. The faster you accept that the more fun you're gonna have." I continued sobbing into my pillow, mostly because I knew he was right. My ass was twitching. Adrian had been teasing my hole with his big hard dick as he was talking to me, and I could only think about how I wanted it in me. "Do you want Daddy to fuck that ass again? I can feel that hole moving with my big cock. I think you want me to breed this pussy again. Is that what you want slut?" "Ye....yeah Daddy", I responded. "Yeah Daddy what? Tell Daddy what you want fag." "Fuck my pussy. Fuck me with your cock. Breed my ass with your cum stud." I was drunk again, thinking only of Adrian's big cock in my ass. All common sense had gone out the window. I felt Adrian's body turn onto his back, pulling me with him. Adrian pulled me up so I was sitting on his chest. I looked down at him, and I could see he had his phone out. He was recording this. "What the fuck" I thought to myself, as my heart raced and I panicked. Adrian told me he was recording me begging for his cock, that way I could not try and deny I wanted his cock in the future. "Daddy is gonna hold onto this in case you change your mind in the future. That way the whole world can know you are a little gay slut". At this point I didn't even care anymore. Adrian continued recording, telling me to look at his phone. "Do you wanna be Daddy's little slut boy?" "Yes..." I responded. "Do you wanna ride Daddy's big cock?" Again, I said "yes", almost begging. "This is whats gonna happen. If you ride Daddy's cock, you are agreeing to be Daddy's little sex toy. I'm gonna Poz you. I guarantee it will happen. I'm gonna train that ass to take Daddy's dick, and any other dick Daddy wants to give you. You will be at my beck and call to take dick. Is that what you want?". "Mmphh...ye...YES DADDY", I eagerly responded. "Then get that tight ass on Daddy's dick and fuck yourself", Adrian responded with a little laugh. I reached back and grabbed his cock and worked the big mushroom head to my hole. My ass was still leaking the two loads that Adrian had put in the night before, so lube wasn't even needed. I sat down and slowly impaled myself on his cock. I slowly slid down the big cock, my ass sore from the night before. I winced from the pain of his cock re-entering my hole, but kept sliding down his cock. "That's right fag boy, ride that cock. Daddy can't wait to train your faggot ass." Before long I felt Adrian's pubes scratching at my ass cheeks, and I knew I was finally balls deep. The pain went away and was replaced with pure pleasure. This unlocked something inside of me, and I began bouncing up and down on his dick like my life depended on it. I needed another big poz load in my ass. "Look at my baby boy riding that cock. You're a fucking natural slut. Keep that up you're gonna get my load real quick fag". I noticed Adrian still had his phone out, recording me fucking myself on his cock. "What do you think that girlfriend would say if she saw you riding my big cock. Do you think she know's you're a fag?" he asked me. I didn't answer, and kept fucking myself on his cock. "Answer Daddy's fucking question. Do you think that girlfriend knows you're a cock whore?" "No..no sir..she thinks.. I'm straight sir" I answered, trying to answer between breaths as cock slammed into me. "Used to be straight. You're a cock whore now boy", he answered back. This encouraged me more and I kept bouncing up and down. Before long, Adrian's breathing went ragged and he grabbed my hips and forced me down on his cock. I felt his cock swell up, and then start throbbing another load into my ass. "Mmph fuck yeah fuck boy. I'm putting more poz babies in that tight ass" Adrian roared out as he came. After Adrian came I sat there on his softening dick, feeling what felt like another massive load in my hole. "Fuck I love that pussy" Adrian told me as I sat on his cock. "Clean me up boy. We got a plane to catch". I saw him put the phone down next to him, no longer recording. I climbed off Adrian's cock, and cleaned his cock and balls with my tongue. As I cleaned his cock, Adrian told me what was gonna happen next. "When we get to Georgia tonight this is whats gonna happen. You're gonna dump that worthless girlfriend of yours. Is she meeting you at the airport?" he asked. "Yes Daddy", I responded. "Good, we can save even more time. You will tell her before you even leave the airport. Tell her you are done, and then you will text me. I will be waiting in the parking lot. I will give you a ride from there" "Yes sir" I responded, not even giving a fuck at what he had just told me to do. I didn't care anymore. After I finished cleaning his cock, Adrian got up and got into the shower. I laid on the bed, with his cum dripping from my ass and running down onto the bed. I didn't know what to do while I waited, so I just laid there, not wanting to piss Adrian off. I heard the shower turn off and Adrian came out and got dressed. I watched as his big soft cock bounced in front of his big muscular body. "Fuck this guy is built" I thought to myself as I watched. I must have zoned out, because before long I felt something hit the bed. Adrian had tossed my clothes, phone, and wallet onto the bed. I almost forgot he had taken them the night before. I noticed that Adrian was still holding my boxer briefs, and he was pulling the fabric apart so it ripped into two pieces. "My fag boys don't wear boxer briefs boy. You will go commando today. Daddy will get you some proper undies when we get home. Get in the fucking shower and clean up. Don't you dare push any of those loads out of your hole. I want them leaking out of your ass as you sit on the plane today. Maybe one of them will get you pregnant" Adrian told me, laughing as he told me I would get pregnant. "Also, no fucking cumming until Daddy tells you. I want you horny all fucking day. Is that clear" he commanded. "Yes sir" I got into the shower and felt my hole. It felt so swollen and puffy, but I did not see any blood or anything on my fingers, so there must not have been any damage to it. As I got out of the shower I noticed that Adrian had left several large hickeys on my neck. I got dressed, and I realized there was no way I was going to be able to hide them. "Fuck it", I thought to myself. After I was dressed I checked myself out in the mirror. I was wearing my short light blue running shorts that only went to mid-thigh and black t-shirt. The hickeys were noticeable as hell. Not wearing any underwear felt weird as hell also, but I figured I would get used to it. I guess I really didn't have a choice. When I came out of the bathroom Adrian was gone. I saw my phone had a new message from "Daddy". He must have put his number in my phone before he left. I opened the text message and read it: "I'm going over to the airport fag. Get your shit and meet me there". With that was a video. The one he had just recorded of him fucking me. I grabbed my backpack and went to meet...Daddy? That sounded so fucking weird to think in my head.

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.

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

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

I had a very passionate lover for a few years. A handsome black man who wasn't verbal but definitely moaned and expressed his pleasure when fucking me. He would not announce his oncoming climax but I could always tell as his breathing got deeper and he would drive his penis balls deep and stop as it would pulsate. I could not necessarily feel his semen filling me but his dick spasming in his hole certainly told me he was breeding me. as his dick stopped unloading he would stay in me for another minute or so and slowly withdrawal invariably pulling some of his nut with him....the only physical sign of his orgasm

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Chapter 7 I woke up to the sound of flapping. A sound I know all too well. It's the sound of a pelvis contacting someone's ass. I'm no longer wearing a pup mask. Instead, my hands are cuffed together, and the chain in between my cuff is hung up to a hook, lifting me just enough off the ground that I have to stand on my toes to give my arms a break. There are these electric shock pads connected to my balls. I don't know if they were used on me while I was out or if they are about to. There is also a giant fuck machine right underneath me pointing right at my hole and both of my ankles also have chains connected to them. If I'm lifted off the ground even more. Those chains can pull my legs wild open for that fuck machine. The magnetic nipple clamps are still on my nipples. My nipples look the size of raisins, and I don't even feel them anymore. My ass is dripping cum all the way down my legs. I wonder if I was bred more after I passed out. I tried to clear my throat bc I'm thirsty af. In front of me is Keith, suspended in mid-air with his arms and legs pulled apart by chains in 4 different directions, getting pounded by Aaron while some sort of suction machine is milking his cock. It looks like it has milk quite a bit of cum out of his cock bc the glass is almost half full. His back and ass have some whip marks on them. Jay is holding a camera, filming a close-up of his gaping hole getting pounded. They heard me clear my throat, so all attention shifted to me. “oh hey Ben, welcome back. Was getting fuck by your uncle too much to handle? You better get used to it bc he put his signature on your back. Meaning he wants to use your ass even more,” said Aaron “we offered Keith a job last weekend. He just gotta satisfy us during his 8-hour shift every day. Do you think he likes his new job? Do you wanna try fucking his sloppy hole?” They noticed my dick was getting hard, so they slid the ceiling connector that suspended Keith in the air toward me. I would have never thought to put those things on ceil track. Aaron adjusted the height of the chain so his hole lined up perfectly with my dick then Jay stood in front of Keith, pulling Keith up to deep throat his dick then pushing Keith toward me so his ass get penetrated by my dick. Like a swing, Keith is getting his ass fucked and face fucked, swinging back and forth. It’s been a while since my dick fuck a manhole. I almost forgot how great a wet warm hole feels. I couldn’t help but have my eyes rolled back and my mouth open the whole time. I want more…more sex, and more high. That’s all I could think about. “So……you've been craving to come back here this past week, haven't you, Ben? Wanna know why??” said Aaron. “Let me ask you this. Did you black out at any point when you were next door last week?” That’s strange. How does Aaron know that? As I thought that, Aaron moved behind me and first lube up the fuck machine then he finally took off those nipple clamps but when he played with my nipples, they were extra sensitive. I started moaning as if I was getting fucked. I responded to Aaron while I was moaning “uuuhh…yee…yeaah..Oh….” “The reason you can’t help but crave for dicks and have a strong urge to be back here is all bc Keith, Marc, and Henrique set you up and installed some triggers on your subconscious that make your hole feel wet and warm when it is activated so you'd come back here on your own to beg to be fucked. It’s a neat trick they do to newbies like you so they are in control of you” Aaron walked away from me for a bit then I felt the hook rising up a bit and chains pulling my legs apart. The fuck machine started to extend until the mushroom head of the dildo on the fuck machine firmly pressed against my hole. Meanwhile Keith had been spun around, still suspended in mid-air and getting annihilated by Jay’s dick fucking him. He does look like he is in heaven, though. He made eye contact with me for a brief few seconds and winked at me. Aaron came back and put poppers under my nose, but I wasn't really feeling it because I wanted to know more about the information he just shared with me. “What did you mean?” I asked. But he said, “do it or not, you know what's happening next. Don’t catch an attitude now. It won’t end well for you. Your deal with us isn't over yet. We aren't going to hypnotize you. We are going to make you a real whore who will voluntarily come back to us again and again bc no one else can make you feel the way we do. Isn't that right, Keith?” “yes, masters. Please fuck my hole,” said Keith. Jay responded to his words bc and started pounding Keith even harder. “Tell me more about what you just said,” I asked “I don’t think you really have time for this conversation right now,” Aaron said “ahhhHHHHH” I screamed as I felt the shock to my balls. I was not expecting that, and it is far stronger than I could have imagined. Then the fuck machine started thrusting up and down slowly but only going about 2 inches higher it turned in a spiral motion as it moved up toward me. The electricity to my balls made me clinched so when it was finally turned off, my whole body relaxed butt then “oooHHh Fuck” I said. As my body relaxes, my relaxed hole descended on a hard thrusting dick ascending toward my hole. It penetrated me deeper and harder when I wasn’t expecting it then it felt just as intense when it spiraled out of my hole. Aaron repeatedly shocked me by my balls, then dropped me on the fuck machine. The fuck machine extends higher and higher. Within a couple of minutes, my hole completely opened up to let the monster-size fuck machine rape my hole. I didn’t really remember when did Aaron stop shocking my balls because just the sensation from the fuck machine alone was too much for me to process. Aaron started filming me with a camcorder, which immediately showed up on the TV behind Jay. There I was, arms tied together and pulled up by a crane and my legs pulled apart by the chain on my ankle in two different directions, breathing heavily with my mouth open and sweating profusely. I kept twitching my body, trying to find a comfortable position. “If you stop fighting it and trying to find the right position, just relax and let it own your hole, it’ll feel a lot more comfortable We want you to surrender your hole to us. That machine is going to stay right there fucking your hole until you fully surrender yourself.” Aaron pulled out a small remote from his pocket and pushed a button causing the machine to trust even deeper and faster into my hole, causing me to throw my head back and uncontrollably scream and moan loudly. “Don't pretend that you don’t love it. Look how hard your cock is” Aaron grabbed my dick that was pointing straight upward with its head touching my belly button, pulling it down, then let go and watched it rebound right back, hitting my stomach. I could hardly process anything Aaron was saying to me, getting fucked by that machine. “Let us help you find a different position,” Jay said. I didn’t even notice that he got done fucking Keith. I have no idea where Keith went, but Jay pulled and slid the crane my arms are tied along the track toward the back, and move my legs in the opposite direction. “Aaaaaahhhhh AHHHH AHHH” I moaned loudly “Yeah…you like that, don’t you pup?” said Jay “It’s hitting your prostate every single pump” Aaron put some sort of rubber thing around my cock that has a hose to a bottle on the floor and said, “enjoy and work hard, boy. When you fill the bottle up halfway, we’ll let you call it a night. Don’t worry. Keith filled up ¼ already. However, it did take him several orgasms to fill it up though. Oh, and I almost forgot…..” Aaron put the pup mask back on my face with popper diffusing and the magnetic nipple clip back on me. Jay positioned the camcorder directly above me and they said “Smile for the camera. Your fans are watching you” Then they walked out of the room. They left me alone in that position for an hour and a half. I’ve had four orgasms back to back to back already. I feel light-headed myself because this pup mask continuously diffuses poppers to my nose. Then Aaron from the speaker, “Well…..not quite ½ yet, but it seems like you aren’t producing any more cum because the last one barely produced anything, so here the deal. You must return next weekend for another session. Otherwise, some of the videos of you might just make it out of our private collection” I nodded. Finally, the fuck machine stopped, and I was being returned to my normal standing position. Aaron and Jay walked back into the room with big smiles on. Both of them are completely nude, so I thought I might not be done just yet. “What did you think? Being a pup and our ‘dungeon’?” said Jay “It was more than I was prepared for, that’s for sure. The dungeon is sweet.” I responded politely. I'm exhausted, and I just want to go home and crash. “so we'll see you next weekend, pup?” Aaron asked “Yes sir” My ass was so sore, and I didn’t love everything they did to me, but without a doubt, I want to come back. Something about submitting to these guys was so satisfying. I just want more. .” Where's Keith?” I asked “he's asleep in a room. It's best to just let him rest” said Aaron “alright. See you guys next week” I said as I walk slowly toward the door. “Wait….here, pup” said Jay, and tossed me a number lock locked case about the size of eyeglasses box. “Call us on Wed for a mid-week check-in” “Yes sir” I said Aaron and Jay returned to a hidden room on the opposite side of the basement, where Keith was tied up in a spread-eagle position. On a bed. His chest is covered with wax. He's blindfolded and has a piece of duct tape over his mouth and a popper-soaked rag tape down and secured right on top of his mouth and sits in front of his nose. There was a massager ribbing his taint in a circular motion. Its other end is in his hole, massaging Keith's prostate. Keith's dick is pointing straight up hard as a rock with a straw size sounding rod in his pee slit. “let's see how you're doing,” Aaron said as he pulled off the duct tape over Keith's mouth. Jay sitting above Keith’s head and had his legs extended on both sides of him and his half-hard dick resting on Keith’s face. “Ohhhhh uuuhooohhhhhh” Keith couldn’t help but to started moaning loudly because Aaron in one steady medium-slow speed pulled the sounding rod out of Keith’s dick slit. Once the sounding rod pulled out waves of thick and creamy cum erupted. It just kept cumming for about 30 seconds. “Niiiiiiice boy” Aaron said before swallowing Keith’s dick with his mouth. He quickly sucked Keith’s dick clean of cum then he walked toward the top of the bed and made out with Jay. The two shared the creamy cum while it was still warm and both swallowed a big gulp of it Aaron and Jay untied Keith, who was exhausted and seemingly passed out. They put a blanket on him, dimmed the lights then exited the room. “These two boys are cut from the same cloth,” Aaron said “And they don’t know when to stop..” Jay responded.

I hightailed it to my destination city, 2.5 days drive. Every truck stop that I passed I was so tempted to stop for any sexual action that I could find. But my old repressed frightened self won out and I kept my nose to the road. The first two weeks spent in my new city were consumed with apartment hunting, moving in, buying the basics for my place, with a tiny bit of time left to start a job hunt. The next month was spent in a funk, walking my new neighbourhood, setting up accounts, but mostly, desperately sad for the life I had just walked away form. Oh yeah, and ashamed and despairing of the work I had not been able to find. I was too low to have any energy left for libido. I lived like a monk. Celibate. That is until I didn’t! One day walking on the beach the thought got through to me, ‘Why the fuck are you wasting your time grieving and feeling guilt for the life you left behind? Remember why you left? Remember!’ As I walked home, I picked up a gay rag to find my closest bathhouse. It was just six blocks away. An easy walk. I worried and stewed withing my self about the best time to go for the maximum action. Afterall, I had never been to one. I finally just left. Arrived about 8 p.m.. The place was very quiet. Like dead quiet, only two very old men, that’s in their 80’s old, and myself. I did my best to entertain myself and tap down my disappointment by watching porn. Then I didn’t want to attract the interest of the other two by getting excited by porn so I moved to the whirlpool hot tub. But, I failed. I couldn’t supress my disappointment that I had finally moved to embrace the cravings that led to my leaving my wife and home for nothing, a place to be free and no men to go there with. As I headed to get dress to leave a young guy appeared. He couldn’t have been more than twenty, and his energy seemed to say, ‘wise impish nymph’. He caught my eye, and I couldn’t help but follow him. At the lockers he stripped out of everything and made no effort to use his towel. He was a petit hairless twink with the most beautiful, well-proportioned body I had ever seen. He knew it and flaunted it. I followed him as he went directly to the two old men. It was clear they all knew each other. In fact, the two old guys had been stroking each other’s erections. They had to be using viagra. I hoped the young guy had pre-lubed because he sat down on the one guys cock balls deep. They fucked until the old guy came. The young guy traded laps and mounted number two. This fuck ride lasted longer but eventually the old guy grunted and came. Through ever step of his double fuck the young nymph remained impishly engaged, involved and cheerful. Some of the best porn I had ever experienced, and this was live and in the flesh with one cute young twink and two elderly men. Leaving the elderly men, the young one came directly to me. His hand was on my toweled crotch and semi-erection immediately. “Come fuck me. Take your turn.”, his almost childlike playful voice. “Uuuuuuuuuumm ….” I didn’t even get my thought out and he spoke. “Or I can fuck you if you want.” “Ummmmmmm….” “Okay great, the sling is over here. Let’s get you in.” As I fumbled to try and figure the darn contraption out, he spoke again. “Are you a sling virgin? You’ve honestly never been in one of these before?” “Ummmmmmmmmmmm” “So, you have been fucked before?” his eye brows lifted in question. “Oh ..oh ..o , yes I have, but , but only a couple times. … Well, that’s several times on two occasions. Oh my, too much information. Sorry.” “No need to be sorry at all. It all sounds very hot. But sounds like it’s still a bit much for you to take in?” “Oh yeah!” “Then let’s go slow. So, you like to take cock up the ass?” “Ah, yeah.” I blushed. “No need to be embarrassed, you’ve already seen how much I like it.” And, as if remined, he reached in his ass and sucked up ass juices and cum from the old men off his fingers. He dipped again and offered it to me. “You’re a gentleman, ... but, ... um ...no thanks.” “You’ve only been with men twice, but how many guys fucked you those two times?” “Seven both times.” “Damn, lucky you. Had anyone taught you how to clean out.” You guessed it, I gave him my ‘deer caught in headlights’ frozen look. He skipped me off to the bathroom and proceeded to clean me out while talking through his instructions. By the last flush I was proficient in doing the job on my own. Back at the sling he again gave instructions and helped me into place. “Spit for lube, or will I grab a packet.” “What did you use? I didn’t think you did anything, and you were sitting on the first guy’s cock.” “Ah, yeah." He laughed, "I was using cum for lube. I have three other old guys I service every day. I already had their cum in me.” “Everyday?!” “Yeah, pretty much.” We talked about several things as he messaged my hole. It felt more like talking to a nice bar tender than a sex partner. After answering a number of my questions, he ask; “So you ready to get fucked.” “Yeah!” His average sized six inches slipping into me. No pain at all. That was a first and I asked him about it. He told me it was all about preparation. He leaned in and kissed me so tenderly I melted into his luscious lips. He continued to kiss me all over, clearly making love to my entire body and especially my ass. I had only been ravaged before; this was amazing. It felt so playful and caring. “So did you let all those guys cum in your ass?” “Yup, some more than once.” “Fuckin A, you are my kind of man. I could be close; just where do you want my load?” “In my ass. Breed me. Please” Only then did he get a bit forceful and was soon spewing a lot of cum into me for such a little guy. When we had regained our breath, he ask; “So, did you like that?” “Fuck yeah man!” “So, would you like some more? I just heard the front door, I think my other regulars are arriving. Stay right where you are.” “But don’t they come to fuck you?” “Me, you, each other …. Who cares? Just enjoy.” Five naked men from their mid 50’s to mid 70’s arrived. The eldest looked to be the most fit, surprisingly muscular for his age. The youngest was quite pot bellied and dumpy looking. They didn’t need any instruction and gathered round me. I was first fed a cock to suck, but soon had another up my ass. They kept switching and moving about for the next hour and a half. By then I had seven loads, all pumped up my ass. The eldest guy had given me two. As these men began to drift away the room was filling with young men the age of my playful twink. He clearly knew everyone, and they seemed to look to him as a leader. He shared my story and suggested I be left in the sling for the night. The place was getting very busy and with my mentor’s encouragement and direction guy after guy, every size, shape, and colour slid into me. They didn’t all cum, but half of them did and I had 14 more loads deposited before I was aided out of the sling. I could hardly walk and the twink gave me support. Showered, dressed and heading out I wondered how I missed the sign on my way in. Had I been that nervous and frightened. The sign at the door read, ‘Help Wanted’. I took an application before heading on home to fall into my bed and sleep the sleep of the dead.

I have a younger latin regular that I suck off and he fucks me. He's only about 5"uc, not thick either. Aside from having a small dick, he's got a great top attitude toward sex, likes to be aggressive and he's constantly horny and he shoots a regular load. He tells me he doesn't get a lot of action and that I'm his regular sexual outlet. What he lacks in penis size he makes up with enthusiasm and aggression. We've been having sex on and off for almost 5 years now.

😆agreed - show some love to small dicks and earn some good karma

Marc and I had fooled around together when we were in college. He had a tight muscular body from being on the wrestling team, and I used to get hard watching his matches. He filled out that singlet well leaving nothing to the imagination. Marc was of French descent, but had some North African blood in him somewhere, so he had a nice tan and dark hair and eyes. He was bi, I guess, and I often jerked off outside of the bedroom door, listening to him plow some pussy. After the girl would leave, I would clean off his cock with my tongue and if he was good for another round, I'd let him fuck me raw and give me his second load. After college, we parted ways and stayed in touch at first, but lost contact after he moved to LA. We exchanged Christmas cards and through them, I followed his life. He got married and had two kids. Then, went through a messy divorce. I had moved to the city and was moving upwards in my business. I had also continued to fuck around with guys, and eventually started dating a really cute guy, Patrick, who was both taller and more limber than I as he he had no body fat and a tight torso. He also had beautiful buzzed blond hair and blue eyes. I met him working out at the gym and we hit it off. He was a romantic at heart and was my first real relationship. After fooling around together and seeing other people on the side for about a year or so, we decided to become monogamous. We had always worn condoms before that, and after being tested, decided to give them up. After a few Christmases together with Patrick, the cards from Marc stopped. By this point, Patrick and I had been together for about five years. We still had a very satisfying sex life and I didn't think either one of us was looking for anything else. Out of the blue, I got a letter from Marc. In it, he explained that his divorce had been terribly painful. His wife had discovered him fucking the brains out of her brother, left him, and took everything. Marc spiraled out of control and had had slept around with a bunch of guys and girls. Someone had given him HIV along the way. In his letter, he gave me a new phone number to call if I wanted to catch up. Of course I called him. He was planning on coming back East to start again and wanted to know if he could crash on our couch until he got his life back together. How could I say no? Patrick and I met Marc at the airport, and I hardly recognized him. Although he still had an amazing chest and abs, otherwise he showed-up looking like a ghost of his former butch self as he had lost a lot of weight. We went out for dinner and drinks and headed home to get him settled in. We were all a bit drunk as we made up the sofa bed and showed him where he could stash his clothes. Our tiny one bedroom apartment meant that we would be seeing a lot of each other, and Marc promised to respect our privacy as much as possible. That night, Patrick crawled up next to me in bed and asked me all about Marc, what our friendship had been like in school and what the sex had been like. He was getting worked up as I told him about taking Marc's loads and other risky things that I would never do any more. Patrick was getting turned on and started fingering his ass. I was getting turned on myself, but reminded Patrick to keep it quiet so we wouldn't disturb or embarrass Marc. Patrick pushed me onto my back and climbed up onto my dick, sitting down on it without lube. At first, he managed to keep his moans low and quiet, but as his rocking got more and more intense, the headboard started banging into the wall. I'm sure Marc knew exactly what was going on. I wondered if Marc was jerking off at the door like I used to do when he was fucking some chick. I gasped, as quietly as I could, filling my lover's ass with my load. Patrick pulled off my dick and lurched forward filling my mouth with his cock, driving it into my throat as he came hard. The next night, Patrick asked me more questions as we were climbing into bed. What was Marc's cock like? How big were his balls? Was his ass hairy? We both got turned on again and it ended about the same way, only this time, Patrick didn't even try to keep his voice down. He did wind up with a cummy hole and I wound up with his load in my stomach. This went on for a few nights, until about a week later, when I noticed that Patrick had not fully closed the bedroom door. I could see the light from the living room through the crack. Our foreplay continued with Patrick asking how hard Marc would fuck. What did his cum taste like? Did his balls slap my ass as he fucked me? From his angle, I knew that Patrick couldn't see the door. Had he left it cracked open on purpose? As I was fucking Patrick, I noticed a shadow in the doorway and I knew it was Marc. I knew he was hearing the filthy questions Patrick was asking about him. 'Did Marc ever rim you? Did he pull on your balls?' Knowing that this POZ stud was listening and may be jerking off to our lovemaking made me so hot. I blew my wad deep into Patrick's hole as he shot all over my chest. The next day at breakfast, I asked how Marc how he slept. He said he had a hard time getting to sleep, but drifted off after watching some great porn. I wondered if the porn he mentioned had been me and Patrick. Marc winked at Patrick, and I saw Patrick shudder. When Patrick got up from the table I could tell that he was hard. It got me hard to know that Patrick was turned on, but my stomach twisted a little thinking that Patrick was playing with fire. Flirting with a POZ stud was one thing, but leaving the door open, practically inviting him to witness our lovemaking was quite another. That night, I made sure the door was closed as we climbed into bed. Patrick climbed up next to me and started nibbling my ear. He then sat up and said that he was thirsty and was going to get a sip of water from the kitchen. He pulled on his robe, leaving it untied in the front, and left the room. I knew he was already naked and that Marc would see his body if he was still awake. I wanted to say something, but it was too late. I waited a few minutes for him and then got out of bed to see what was keeping him. Marc was on the sofa bed, propped up on his shoulders as Patrick was casually talking to him with his robe hanging open. I could tell he was hard as his cock pressed against the folds of open fabric with a bit of his pubes showing. They were whispering. Patrick looked as me and grinned like a kid getting caught with his hand in the cookie jar. I nodded at him and he said good night to Marc, following me into the bedroom. I lay down and realized immediately that Patrick had barely bothered to close the door. He dropped the robe and practically leapt onto me, pawing the sheets away from my body. Patrick bit my nipples hard and jerked my cock as he cupped my balls. He blew me for a few minutes and then mounted my cock. Usually, he faced me as he rode my dick, but this time, he faced away, watching the open doorway as he bounced up and down. It was only a few seconds before Marc's silhouette was visible in the doorway. He grinned at us and walked through the open door. I saw for the first time how much weight Marc had really lost. If anything, it made his uncut thick 7” dick look even bigger. I could not believe this POZ man from my past was standing naked in my bedroom as I fucked my partner. “You like to watch?” Patrick asked him. “Yeah. I like to watch. I like to do other things too...” Marc grunted in reply as he begin jerking his dick. I was about to say something, reminding Patrick that Marc was POZ, but just then, Patrick slid off my cock, swung his hips around so we were in a '69' position, whereupon Patrick shoved his drooling cock in my mouth. I protested as much as I could, but to no avail. From my position, I could only see Patrick's groin. I couldn't see what Marc was doing, but I had a good idea when I heard Marc say “Yeah man. Fuck yeah. Suck that cock!” I managed to pull myself out from under Patrick's body and saw him tongue-bathing Marc's POZ cock. I was so hard watching my allegedly monogamous partner swallowing another man's dick and loving it. Marc pulled his cock out of Patrick's mouth and spun him around so his ass was hanging off of the bed. He crouched down and ate Patrick's sweaty ass. I had been fucking Patrick already, so his hole was loose enough to swallow all of Marc's tongue. I stammered out, “If we're gonna do this guys, we should find some protection.” They continued as if I hadn't said anything. Patrick buried his head in the sheets, muffling his ears from my protests. Marc stood up and worked his drooling POZ cock over my boyfriend's bare, vulnerable hole. I crouched down beside them, trying to push Marc's torso away from Patrick's quivering ass. I placed my hand beside Marc's slippery cock and he placed his hand over mine, wrapping my fingers around the base of his cock. He kept his hand there as he directed the head of his dick into Patrick's winking crack. I watched in horror as the tip of his cock disappeared between Patrick's cheeks. Within seconds, my hand was sandwiched between ass and groin. Marc held my hand there as he gradually picked up his pace until he was really fucking Patrick hard. I looked up at him and saw Marc's eyes glazed over with lust. He jackrabbited away at Patrick's ass as Patrick moaned into the pillows. As their rhythm quickened, Patrick started pushing back onto Marc's dick. “I'm gonna do it man. Gonna shoot my load up your hole. Gonna fill your pussy with my seed.” “Pull out, Marc! Don't cum in him!,” I urged, but Marc released my hand and pushed it aside. He drove in a few more times and held his hips there, shaking all over as he filled my boy's bare hole with his POZ seed. Even though I was mortified, I shot my own load all over myself. As Marc withdrew, a long string of cum stayed attached to his cock, only snapping when Patrick twisted himself onto his back, jerking is own cock until he sprayed his load all over his heaving chest. We all sat there panting. “What the hell just happened?” I asked. “The beginning of something wonderful,” said Patrick. He reached up and pulled Marc's sweaty body down on top of him. “Can he sleep with us tonight?” Patrick asked as he smothered Marc with kisses. What the hell had I gotten us into?

Part 7 Ryan was slamming his cock deep into my throat with every thrust. After gagging a few times at first my excitement and need took control and I found myself easily and eagerly taking the full length of his thick cock balls deep with no problem. There was a continual pooling of his precum on my tongue which I swallowed readily savoring the taste. As I gave my mouth and throat to Ryan's dick I felt Kevin's tongue giving my asshole pleasure I didn't know was possible. Every so often he would slap one of my cheeks hard making me moan around my mouthful of cock. Ryan kept up a running thread of dirty talk which served to make me hornier and desiring to give them all the pleasure I could as they were giving me. “Yeah man that's it!”, Ryan grunted. “Suck that cock man. Take every fucking inch in your throat. I love feeding my cock to a horny newbie especially a married one finding out how hot man to man sex is. Helping him cheat on his wife and making him let go and surrender to his needs. You need cock in your mouth don't you dude? You need a hot sexy fucker eating out your cheating manhole right?” He pulled his cock out of my mouth and tilted my head up to look at him. “Isn't that right you hot sexy pig? You need it huh?” In a hoarse voice I answered him, “Yes, yes I need it. I don't know why but I need it so much!” Ryan grinned at me darkly and asked, “What else do you need daddy? What do you want more of?” I wasn't sure what he meant and told him so. He rubbed his oozing cockhead over my cheeks and chin and said, “You need more of the fuck smoke don't you? You need to feel it letting you let go of all the restraints and questions and just indulge yourself in every hot dirty desire in your mind. All the cock and cum and sucking and fucking you can enjoy with other men. Without her ever knowing. Right?” I was stroking Ryan's magnificent cock and moaning as Kevin drilled hungrily into my fuckhole. “Yes that's right”, I panted. “I need more smoke. I need more cock and mansex. More of all of it”. Suddenly I realized Kevin was no longer rimming my hole at the same moment I saw him standing next to Ryan in front of me holding the pipe and lighter in his hand. Ryan pulled me up to a standing position. “And you're going to get what you need man. Starting with more smoke.” Kevin put the stem between my lips and flicked the lighter underneath the bowl which started filling up with that sweet white smoke. “Three big hits buddy,” Ryan instructed me. “Take 3 big ass hits for us then we'll have some fun.” I began inhaling taking the thick smoke into my lungs and body and brain. Before I exhaled the first hit I could sense a growing need to do things with these 2 naked hot men that I would never have dreamed of just a week ago. And I welcomed the feeling. I was ready to go where it led. As I started to inhale my next hit I felt my hard-as-rock cock enveloped in a wet warmth and saw Ryan on his knees with my cock balls deep in his mouth. Damn that looked so fucking sexy, my cock between his lips. I continued inhaling the smoke and heard Kevin say, “Yeah he's a great cocksucker man. And he loves having his face full of cock. He sucks cock as good as he fucks ass,” He saw my eyes widen when he said that, reminding me that Ryan had fucked Kevin's ass earlier and I had eaten some of his cum from Kevin's hole. Kevin grinned. “Yeah man I love the way his cock feels pounding in and out of my ass, his balls slapping my asscheeks. And when he cums I can feel every spurt and every rope of his cum blasting into me. It's incredible man! Have you been fucked Justin?” I blew out an even bigger cloud than before and could feel what I can only describe as something like an electric current running throughout my body and in my head. “No. No,” I answered. “I'd never had sex with anyone besides my wife until last week. And I fucked him but no, I didn't get fucked.” “One more guy,” Kevin said holding the flame under the bowl again. I started drawing the drug into my mouth and lungs once again and heard Kevin say, “You don't know what you're missing buddy. It feels so so good having your cock buried deep inside another guy's tight hole and you know that after fucking the guy last week. But I'm telling you feeling a dick filling up your hole and fucking it til he cums is abso-fucking-lutely amazing!!” I blew out the cloud and looked at Kevin as his words drew me in. “Didn't it hurt when you got fucked the first time?” Deep inside my head, a small area maybe where the smoke hadn't taken complete control yet, I couldn't believe I was standing here naked with 2 naked men talking about getting fucked. But this thought was pretty deep and the smoke was obscuring it. Kevin kept his eyes on me as he sucked a lungful from the glass pipe. Not saying a word, when he lowered the pipe he leaned toward me and I automatically leaned toward him and felt his lips and tongue then felt the swirling smoke as he breathed it into my mouth. I hungrily sucked it in wanting more of the awesome feeling I was getting from each puff, each cloud. We broke our lip-lock and Kevin grinned and said, “Yeah it hurts like a fucking bitch! But not for long. And once the pleasure hits you forget all about any pain. The pain is worth it for how good it feels having a cock in your hole!” I was thrusting harder into Ryan's slurping talented throat conscious only of how good everything felt that he and Kevin and Drew had shown me so far. Could there be even more sweet pleasure doing more? “You're right it felt better than anything I've ever felt when I fucked his ass. And Drew obviously loved getting fucked. He kept begging for it”. A look crossed briefly over Kevin's face at the same time Ryan pulled off of my cock. I looked down at him and saw a mischievous smile on his full wet lips. “Drew? Is that the name of the guy you met last week and fucked and got high with?” “Yeah,” I answered. “It is. Do you guys know him?” Ryan stood up and gave me a deep kiss. Ending the kiss he grinned at me and said, “Oh yeah we know him all right. He's my cousin dude! And today has just gotten better for all of us!” (more on the way)

Part 3 As Drew and I both worked to get more of his young turgid meat into my straight married mouth I became aware of a tart taste on my tongue. Not an unpleasant taste at all. Something I wanted to taste more of – just like I wanted more of this sexy guy's pulsing cock sliding into my mouth and my throat. I moaned around my mouthful of cock as I tasted more of the fluid collecting on my tongue. Then it hit me....that was his precum! He was oozing it continually now and I hungered for more. I pulled my mouth off of his spit-shined hard cock and looked at his sweating smiling face. “Damn man your precum tastes so good! And there's so much of it,” I finished saying as I licked more of the juice from his wide piss slit. Drew was holding the pipe in one hand and a lighter in the other preparing to get us both higher and hornier. “It's all yours daddy. Every sweet drop of my precum is for you to swallow. And if you like how my precum tastes you're going to go fucking wild when you taste my cum.” With that he took a huge hit off the glass pipe keeping his dark eyes locked on mine. I didn't even flinch when he mentioned me tasting his cum. I automatically knew I was going to and I wanted to. With my eagerness heightened I wrapped my lips back around Drew's dripping cock taking it almost balls deep in one movement. “Oh fuck yeah Justin!”, Drew cried out as he exhaled another huge cloud. “Suck that dick man. Yeah stud suck my cock for me and work for that first load of cum. I wanna feed you every thick tasty drop daddy. Part of your boy inside you.” I growled around the meat filling my throat, now on a mission to get my boy to cum down my throat. I wouldn't stop until his nuts were empty. He had taken my spot on the couch and I was on the floor kneeling between his muscled spread legs. I licked and kissed the hair dusted balls holding the prize I now needed. Drew moaned and slid a little closer to the edge of the couch as I buried my face and tongue in the musky sweaty smell of his shaved crotch. I inhaled this man's scent digging deeper into the area where his thighs and balls joined. I heard Drew moaning and was proud that I was making this stud feel so good with my inexperienced mouth. I felt his strong hand running through my damp hair then ever so gently nudging me downward as I realized he was pulling his legs back more and giving me better access to his groin. “Lower, daddy” he whispered so softly I almost didn't hear him. But then, “Lick me and kiss me lower there daddy. Run your warm wet tongue across your boy's hole. It needs attention daddy. Please!” he begged as I felt more gentle pressure on the top of my head. Somehow or other this guy who was young enough to be my own son had me under his power and I wanted to please him. In the back of my mind I knew at least part of my readiness to surrender was the drugs we were smoking but this jock stud was in charge and we both knew that. I'd heard raunchy remarks over the years about eating ass but never thought about it. I enjoyed eating out my wife's pussy and making her cum from it but the thought of tasting her asshole never entered my mind. But now I was practically panting as I looked at the hairless clean puckered hole in front of me and silently obeyed Drew and lightly brushed my tongue across his boyhole. Drew immediately gasped and arched his back causing my tongue and lips to press harder against his taint as I instinctively started drilling into his succulent flesh. “Yes daddy! Oh fuck yessssssss! Eat that hole fucker! Eat it like you eat her pussy. Gawwddddddd that feels so good daddy! Eat my hole man! Fuck me with your tongue! Oh yeahhhhhh!!” I grabbed his trembling thighs to brace myself and went to town on his asshole. And like everything else he had shown me so far I had no idea where this hunger and craving were coming from. I was a very conservative almost kind of vanilla guy when it came to sex, but there was a fire lit in me and I wanted to let it burn. Drew was pushing his ass outward toward me as I dived deeper trying to taste his insides with my tongue. “Eat me you damn hot sexy fucker!”, Drew moaned. “Yeah daddy give in, don't hold back. Eat the fucking hell out of your boy's hole! Make me soaking wet so you can slide your hard married dick inside me and fuck me daddy! I want you to fuck me with your cock! Please!!” His words opened a door in my mind I never knew existed. Behind that door were things I had never consciously thought of or imagined. Things that all my life I was told were wrong and filthy and were only done by men whose minds were warped and per**rted. But hearing him beg me to fuck him made the lust I was feeling increase tenfold. Fuck him? He wants my dick in his ass?!! That's so dirty, so wrong. These thoughts were rushing through my mind in nanoseconds even as I drilled deeper into his delicious opening hole and felt his nuts bouncing on top of my head as he jacked himself. Yeah it's dirty and wrong but so damn hot, I told myself. I want to fuck him and give him my cum. Panting I raised my sweat and spit slicked face from his twitching hole, my eyes taking in the sight of his strong hand wrapped around his hard-as-rock dick, traveling over his ripped heaving abs, his hard stiff nips and finally meeting his gaze as he stared at me with nothing but desire in his eyes. “Aw fuck daddy! You ate me out so good. You liked eating my boyhole didn't you, daddy? Did you like how I taste?” “Daddy loved eating your hole boy! It was so warm and tasted fucking great! I couldn't get enough of it!” Drew grabbed the glass pipe and lighter and told me to sit next to him on the couch. I did and he had me take 3 big hits while he kept whispering in my ear how good my tongue had felt in him and how wet he was with my spit. He took my left hand and guided it down to his hole. “Here, daddy. Feel how wet you made me. So wet and relaxed and hungry for more”. I moaned against his neck as he adjusted slightly causing a finger to slide easily into his hole. “Mmmm yeah daddy finger my hole. Finger me and get my wetness all over your wedding ring. That looks so good doesn't it?” he asked in a seductive moan. I looked down and saw my ring finger sliding in and out of his wet hairless hole. I saw the wedding ring on that finger pressing against his flesh then withdraw only to repeat the move over again. My mind was screaming at me, telling me I was married, I was straight, I couldn't do this. But as if reading my mind Drew took hold of my throbbing shaft and began stroking it. “I need this in me Justin. I need your cock in me fucking me. Please daddy. Fuck me, fuck your boy. She doesn't need to know, does she?” (to be continued)

Part 2 I felt a battle going on inside my head as I pedaled closer to the park. Part of my mind was hoping I'd see Drew here again like last week, but part of my mind was hoping he wouldn't be here. That it was just some one-off unexplainable thing and I could forget it and go back to my normal, routine (vanilla?) life. But I couldn't forget it and I knew that was a fact as the memories from last week in Drew's apartment became clearer and sharper and I felt an urgency inside to see him again. My mind gave itself over to the memories flooding in. I was taking a third hit off the pipe and getting hornier and more eager with every cloud I was blowing, feeling the smoke free my mind in a way I never knew it could be freed. I was slouched down a ways on Drew's couch rolling my head back and forth as I felt my cock once more burrow into the deepest part of his throat, loving the way he was making me feel with his wet hungry mouth. My wife was not very good at cocksucking so I had never experienced the sensations Drew was giving me. I was thinking to myself again and again, “What else have I missed and not known about all these years? What other seducing feelings and urges that Drew was making me aware of. I blew out a huge white cloud, feeling the immediate erotic wave roll over me, and thrust my hips up hard into the sweating face of the naked sexy young stud who was kneeling between my wide spread legs forcing my dripping cockhead another centimeter or two deeper into his expert and welcoming throat. “Oh fuck, baby! Hot fucking damn! Yeah baby suck that cock. Use your throat and make love to daddy's dick. Damn boy you're making my cock harder than it's ever been! Holy fuck!! Take it you hot fucker!!” I looked down my sweat-soaked abs and locked eyes with the handsome cock-worshiper impaled on my rigid dick, and saw the smile even with his lips stretched wide around my thickness. There was something else in his eyes and face as well that I couldn't quite name, but it stirred something in my head that made me want this to go on forever and made me want to please him as much as he was pleasing me. I felt another stirring too and realized almost too late that his sucking mouth and throat had brought me to the edge of orgasm. “Oh, sh*t, boy! Damn! I'm close. Your mouth is gonna make daddy cum! So good! Your mouth feels sooooo good!” Suddenly the wet warmth was gone from around my cock and I felt the cool air brushing against it's throbbing wetness. “No! No!” I almost sobbed. “Why'd you stop dude? I was so close. I wanted to feed you my cum so bad!” Drew wrapped one strong hand around spit-slick cock and slowly stroked it, dissolving me into soft moans of sensual pleasure. “I know you wanted to cum down my throat and I want to taste it, but not yet. I have so much more to show you, Justin, and I don't want you cumming too soon then leaving. I want us to have a lot more fun first. Don't you want that too, daddy?” he asked looking at me as his tongue rolled across the piss slit in my cockhead lapping up a thick bead of precum. “Hell yes I do! I fucking love it! Need to keep going, baby!” Still staring intently at me I watched him dip his head just slightly then felt that amazing tongue licking all around and across my cum-filled hairy nuts. “Oh gawwwwwddddd, boy! Your tongue is fucking amazing! Where'd you learn to use it like you do? Mmmmmmmm. Lick 'em, Yeah feel how heavy they are with cum.” Laying my head back and closing my eyes I began playing with my nips and felt Drew nuzzle lower and more firmly into my sweaty blond crotch hairs then felt him take one full bulging ball into his perfect mouth and begin washing it with his spit and tongue. Fuck yeah!, I thought! Keeps feeling better and better. Feeling Drew release my nutsac and sensing his movement I raised my head and opened my eyes as he stood up from the floor and straddled his slim hot tight smooth body over my waist, his knees on the couch on either side of me. A look of complete lust crossed his face as he began slowly stroking his own hard cock and asked me, “Did you like what I did to your cock and balls, daddy? Did it turn you on having your hard married dick inside my mouth and throat, treating it like you said your wife never has?” One hand still stroking his rigid meat, the other hand moved to my furry nips and twisted them making me buck under him and moan. “Yeah, baby! You know how hot it made me. You took it all so eagerly and willingly. I could tell you liked having daddy's cock in your mouth. My wife rarely even tries to give me a blowjob anymore. You are so much better at it than she could ever be!” Drew had moved upwards a bit more and now had his knees right at my hairy armpits and the head of his dripping cock rubbing softly against my chin. I was staring at the clear thick drop of precum covering his cockhead and didn't realize I had licked my lips. But Drew realized it. He ran the fingers of one hand through my hair as he waggled his manhood before me. “Looks like the sexy married daddy from the park whose not into guys likes watching me stroke my hard 7” cock for you. Do you? Do you like seeing it slide in and out of my fist, putting on a show for you?” “Yes!”, I said in a cracked voice. “It looks so good, so.....so.....” I trailed off not sure what I was trying to say. Drew helped find the right word. “So tasty and delicious? Is that what you're saying daddy?” he said with a touch of glee in his soft whisper. “Yes that's it exactly! It looks so tasty!” Drew rose up higher on his knees bringing his oozing cockhead into contact with my lips. “Open up daddy and find out just how tasty your horny boy's cock is.” With no hesitation or resistance I parted my lips and felt the thick flesh of cock enter my mouth for the first time ever! I growled in my throat and raised my head forward taking more of this sexy stud's cock into my mouth. I was addicted right away! (to be continued)

*Authors note: Part 3 is the end of the beginning, when characters decide to face this journey. But they still don't know how many obstacles there will be to achieve poz status! For now, let them believe it's as simple as gifter off meds and have fun, till it takes. --- Part 3 - a conscious decision -Hunter: Ian's smile suddenly disappeared: "What?" he gasped; "are you really..." "Shut up and push back", I commanded. "Show me you're a true chaser!" He obeyed and in a few seconds I was pounding him hard; in that moment I realized how excited we both were, our usual sweet lovemaking had be replaced by wild, animal lust. His spit and my precum were the only lube we got and he did never complain for it. "I want to make you bleed", I said. "My HIV needs an open door to enter your system!" "Yes sir, knock me up! Make me your own slut!" "Fuck yeah! I'm wrecking your hole good!" The dirtier our talk became, the harder I fucked him! I pulled almost all the way out and remained with just my cockhead inside; then, holding his hips, I pushed all the way in again. "Take it all, slut! Give me your neg status!" "It's all yours, Gifter! cum in me please!" Hearing him calling me like that sent me to overdrive and I spanked him hard. "I'm pozzing you up little bitch! Here it comes! Get all my HIV!" That was not the first occasion I bred him, but this time the orgasm was truly intense; just the idea of giving him my virus excited me to another level, even knowing I was currently shooting blanks. "I'm close, sir", he panted squeezing my dick with his ass walls but I held his balls tight: "not now, you've no permission to cum!" I collapsed on him, completely spent, but remained inside him some more time before my member softened and popped out from his wet and sore hole. I pushed my load deeper in his hole with my fingers, then made him suck them: we both noticed some blood in there and he licked my finger like it was a lollipop. "Savor your neg blood, my chaser. This might be one of the last sterile fluids you ever produce." "Thanks Gifter", he whispered lying down next to me. "This has been the best fuck we ever had!" "Oh, really", I agreed fingering his hole and sucking some blood again. . "It was like popping your cherry for the second time! ...Honestly this one was much better!" "Stay with me during the night", he added; "Tomorrow I have a day off work and we can play the same game!" How could I say No? This was a new beginning for us! I perfectly remembered our first date: we met in person after months of chats and calls; he talked the entire evening of how many people were refusing him for his blindness and I felt dirty myself when I guided his hand on my hardening dick for the first time, not to count how I felt when I brought up the HIV matter. We both enjoyed our gentle love making but I spent the following night sleepless, feeling guilty and scared even knowing I could not infect anyone. But the worse thing was I completely fantasized of pozzing him up! So from that moment on, our sex was mainly silent and I always found myself as walking into a minefield when thinking about exploring our inner desires. I stared at him while he was still face down on the bed, apparently lost in thoughts. "Hey, what's up my boy? I didn't want to offend you before", I apologized hugging him. "But poz talk turns me on like crazy." He didn't move, his head flat on the pillow. "I would like you to...", were the only words he said. Here it was, the usual disappointing scene: me introducing a sex related topic, then his silence, and in the end conversation always focusing on somewhere else. No thanks, it couldn't be like that once again! "Come on, tell me! What would you like me to do? Talk during sex?" I asked quietly. "Poz talk? It's not wrong if we both want it, role play harms no one! Don't be afraid, say it all!" "I know it's a mistake", he was trying to hide tears. "And there's no turning back from that path." Drama queen, once again. I understood it was my turn to take the first step, as always! "Admit it, you want me to poz you." "You got it", he finally said softly. "I'm aware it's a permanent condition whatever happens between us, but I want your HIV in me!" Finally he came out! "Your pozzing must be a conscious decision", I told him. "And I have to be sure it's what you really want. I'd never forgive myself if you regret everything when it's too late." "I'm educated, baby. I'm informed enough about PEP, PrEP or whatever but I don't want to stay neg much longer. So, is it true? Are you off meds?" "No, not yet. I have them at home", I replied. "So if you want me to spend the night here, I'll skip tomorrow morning's dose. Not enough to wake our friend HIV up but if you wish we can plan it all starting from today." "Fuck yeah! I am afraid for you, though; stopping your treatments may cause permanent damages to your immune system." "It's a long journey", I reassured him. "And we are not alone. Both my gifter and my poz family would be happy and proud to guide us through the whole process!"

I have to say, that getting wet and muddy in sports kit, trackies, waterproofs or work gear is a major turn on for me and something that I enjoy on a regular basis - though clearly this has been a solo experience for far too long with the current pandemic! I have also played with foodstuffs in lycra which was great fun, but I am looking forward to enjoying a gunge session with one or more other guys, and enjoying being the bttm for them using the gunge as lube... a nice thought that has sustained me through the last year+